I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Dust scatters.

Han Yi walked cautiously among the newly fallen fragments of the Holy Land, and his caution was even stronger than when he faced the ambush of three golden elixir monks before.

According to rumors, tens of thousands of years ago, long before Daqian ruled this area, Yuanlao Holy Land was a more powerful holy land than Yujing Mountain and Ten Thousand Stars Sea. There were several powerful gods in the Holy Land, and they once stood in The most pinnacle force in the Yuheng world.

However, because it is powerful, it is fearless. This holy land, for some reason, offended a powerful monk.

The monk's name and origin cannot be investigated anymore.

According to some records handed down from that era, we only know that in one day, the entire Yuanlao Holy Land was razed to the ground, and even all the monks in the Holy Land disappeared without a trace, as if they had seen ghosts.

Countless monks came here to investigate, came and left, and came again. There were also powerful gods who came to investigate in person. They all looked solemn and fearful, and left without saying a word.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

Suddenly, spiritual light fell from the sky above the flat Holy Land. A crack in the space appeared for the first time. The fragments of the Holy Land fell from the crack. It shocked the world of immortality and attracted countless monks to hunt for treasures.

Over the next thousands of years, fragments fell one after another to form the Yuanlao Mountains today.

Han Yi's eyes suddenly lit up as he was walking, and he saw an open palace.

There are also formation restrictions in the fragments of the Holy Land. Many formations require powerful monks to break through them. For Han Yi, Han Yi can try these formations with the Demon-Slaying Dagger.

And if it is an open palace, there may be no formation.

But Han Yi was still cautious, with the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword hanging above his head and holding the demon-killing dagger in his hand. Han Yi approached the palace, opened the way with the Seven-star Kunwu Sword, and tentatively shuttled ten meters ahead. If there was a formation, he would be the first to encounter it. , leaving Han Yi time to react.

but.

As he thought, there was indeed no formation restriction in this open palace.

After a while.

Han Yi walked out of the palace, his eyes flashing with surprise.

Although there are not many treasures in this palace and there are no magic weapon-level weapons, there are more than a dozen bottles of elixirs and some first- and second-level talismans. In addition, there are many jade butterflies. Han Yi didn't have time to check more, so he put them all into the Qiankun Ring.

but.

What made Han Yi feel weird was that he didn't find any spiritual stone, not even a low-grade spiritual stone, nor did he see the monk's body.

This situation was rather strange, and while it made him happy, it also made him feel uneasy, making him even more vigilant.

After walking out of the palace, Han Yi continued to escape deeper into the debris.

This time, there was no open palace. However, using the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword to test and the Demon-Slaying Dagger to break the restrictions, Han Yi broke through three palaces one after another, sneaked into them, and obtained countless pills, spiritual talismans, magic weapons, and arrays. plates, jade butterflies, and books of unknown material.

These gains made Han Yi very happy. No wonder so many people gathered in the Yuanlao Mountains, waiting for the fragments of the Holy Land to suddenly fall one day, so that they could be the first fisherman and dig the first gold.

With ecstasy, his figure flashed, and he used the demon-killing dagger to slice open the fifth palace, but suddenly, a spiritual energy impact came, and he was blown away in an instant.

However, this psychic energy did not last long, it was only one-time, and its original intention was not to hurt people, but to force them back.

"so close."

Han Yi's expression changed.

However, after the spiritual energy that lifted him away dissipated, the formation that enveloped the palace dissipated directly.

Han Yiyu used the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword, pushed open the palace door, and then walked in slowly.

This palace is already in a relatively inner position.

The palace is not small, it is larger than the four palaces I have visited before.

The size of the palace, to a certain extent, means the status of the monks who once lived in it, which indirectly indicates the strength of the treasures that may be inside.

Han Yi walked cautiously in this palace, but everything he passed was clean and there was no treasure, which made him puzzled.

Walking all the way to the deepest part of the palace, there are three closed quiet rooms located at the deep end of the palace.

Han Yi controlled the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword and slowly opened the door of the first quiet room. The room was empty, with only some furniture and nothing else.

Next, he opened the second door in the same way and got the same result.

After pushing open the third door, Han Yi's eyes flashed with horror, and he controlled the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword and blasted it straight. At the same time, a look of fear appeared on his face.

Because at the door he pushed open, there was a monk sitting cross-legged on the futon facing the door.

This was not what frightened Han Yi. What frightened him was that the monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes the moment he pushed the door open.

A pair of silver eyes looked directly at Han Yi.

This is not the outside world.

These are fragments of the Yuanlao Holy Land. They are separated by tens of thousands of years. Even if there were monks, they would have been dead long ago and could still open their eyes.

It felt like a ghost. Han Yi's sword blast was purely frightened and he attacked instinctively.

but.

What surprised him was that the monk who was sitting cross-legged just opened his eyes, but made no other movements. The Seven-Star Kunwu Sword struck him, sending his body flying out, hitting the wall, and collapsing. Quiet room.

The Seven-Star Kunwu Sword was also shaken back. Han Yi called it back to him. When he saw this low-grade magic weapon rewarded by the emperor, the tip of the sword was bent sideways. This was a physical result caused by hitting something very hard. Structural changes.

Han Yi's face was greatly shocked.

How terrifying must the monk's body be to be able to bend the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword with just a single counter-shock force.

but.

At the same time as he fired out this sword, Han Yi was already retreating crazily. The sword that was knocked back by the rebound was also lying in front of him. If he made a mistake, he was about to run away.

The scene just now was really too scary for him.

The corpse of the monk in the fragments of the palace that was tens of thousands of years old actually opened his eyes. What a ghost.

but.

What puzzled him was that the corpse that collapsed the quiet room did not stand up again, as if it had really turned into a corpse. Was the scene of his eyes suddenly opening just now his own illusion?

No, it's impossible.

At the peak of foundation building, it is absolutely impossible to have any illusions. Han Yi still has this confidence.

He suddenly pointed out, and spiritual light burst out from his fingertips. The spiritual finger that had not been used for a long time was acting as a test at this moment.

The spiritual light fell on the body half-buried by the sand and gravel, and directly blew the sand and gravel away. The body remained motionless, without any movement or breath.

With a thought in Han Yi's mind, his consciousness surged out and landed on the body lying on the ground, preparing to drag it out with his consciousness.

But he found that his consciousness suddenly sank.

Heavy, heavy, motionless and heavy.

He used his spiritual consciousness to exert force, but the corpse still did not change at all, and even the arms of the corpse could not be lifted.

Even the corpse is so heavy. In front of this monk, is there a powerful god, or even a half-immortal who is stronger than the powerful god?

The shock on Han Yi's face was even worse, but along with the shock, there was also a touch of ecstasy.

He is so powerful in transforming gods. Even if the things on his body are dead and leak out, they are enough to make him rich overnight.

No matter what.

This corpse is the perfect immortality.

Han Yi tried several more times in other ways, but there was still no movement or abnormality in the body, so he became more courageous, walked forward cautiously, and used the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword to pry the monk over. It took him half a minute. Only then did he turn the body over with difficulty.

What came into view was a relatively delicate face with soft features, looking like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

but.

He struck the corpse with the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword, but it made a crisp metallic sound, as if there was some kind of special metal under the skin.

Thinking about how the corpse opened its eyes just now but stopped moving now. The corpse was so heavy that Han Yi suddenly had a bold guess.

This monk is not a human being.

Many years ago, he experienced an assessment by the Lord of the Immortal Palace in a cave in a mysterious place. At that time, the assessment method was to let him defeat a puppet, the Yellow Turban Immortal.

Judging from the situation of the test just now, the corpse in front of me should be a heavenly creation similar to the Yellow Turban Immortal.

The sudden movement of opening his eyes just now exhausted the last energy of this heavenly creation, and it became motionless.

This explanation is the most reasonable.

This was not the time to explore this. Han Yi no longer thought about it, and his spiritual consciousness rushed out, preparing to put the corpse into the Qiankun Ring. However, the first attempt was not successful. He tried three times and consumed most of his soul power. , and finally put the corpse into the Qiankun Ring temporarily.

Taking out the jade bottle, pouring out the soul pill and taking it, Han Yi thought about it. The harvest from this trip was already huge, so it was time to stop.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave.

The Qingping sword behind him suddenly vibrated slightly. The vibration was not large, but it revealed a desire, and this desire was directional.

north.

To the north, there was something that aroused the desire for this sword and made him shake.

Han Yi's heart moved.

This top-quality sword has a secret that Han Yi has known for a long time. At first, he chose to buy it just because of its name.

later.

After he broke through the foundation and was chased by Yuan Changtian, Han Yi frantically detonated all the magical weapons on his body. Finally, when he detonated the Qingping Sword, he sensed a sense of resistance.

That resistance prevented the sword from exploding, but pierced Yuan Changtian's eyebrows, ending the difficult battle to the death.

Generally speaking, there are very few spiritual prototypes below high-grade magic weapons, except, of course, the exclusive spiritual swords of the Sword Immortal.

The reason why the Sword Immortal is known as the number one killer is 70% because of the Spiritual Sword.

Under normal circumstances, there is no spiritual prototype below the top-grade magic weapon.

However, the resistance of Qingping Sword made Han Yi feel that this sword was very likely to give birth to a spiritual prototype. A spiritual prototype was born from a top-quality magical weapon. This sword has a lot of secrets.

That's why he always carries it. Even after purchasing the Lei Ze Sword and Feng Ling Sword, which are more powerful than the Qing Ping Sword, he still carries the Qing Ping Sword on his back all the year round, trying to gradually transform the suspected spiritual prototype. Catalysis is born.

And at this moment.

This Qingping sword has undergone a second conscious change, that is, it has developed a desire for something.

Han Yi, who was about to leave, stood up with his sword and quickly fled towards the north.

This piece of fallen Holy Land fragment is indeed not small, much larger than the Xuandan Sect. You must know that the Xuandan Sect has nine inner peaks and hundreds of outer peaks. Between the outer peaks and the outer peaks, there are some The other peaks that are not included in the outer peak due to lack of spiritual veins are not small.

Therefore, when Han Yi flew away with his sword and looked down, there were more and more monks. Some were breaking the formation, some were fighting, and some were escaping.

The Qingping Sword under his feet had a downward guidance, and Han Yi followed its guidance and stopped.

ahead.

It is a huge palace, the size of this palace is comparable to the size of Qinglong Peak.

From a geographical point of view, this palace is not the core of this fragment of holy land, but judging from the size of the palace and the decoration outside the palace, it should be regarded as the core.

And at this moment.

There were six golden elixir monks attacking the palace. Countless spiritual lights flickered and fell. The light shield around the palace began to tremble violently and flashed with spiritual lights. It was obvious that the formation covering the palace was about to be broken. .

In addition to these six golden elixir monks, there are more than forty foundation-building monks, standing with weapons in hand, also attacking.

As for the outside of the palace, more Qi practicing monks are constantly gathering.

Less than a minute after Han Yidun stood up, the formation on the palace flashed three times crazily and then went out instantly.

The monks in the air and the monks on the ground all swarmed in with bright eyes.

Han Yi flew into the palace with everyone. The palace was huge, and the monks who poured in dispersed to look for treasures. Under the guidance of Qingping Sword, Han Yi turned around and appeared in a side room.

Pushing open the side room, there was no corpse of the monk in the side room, but the vibration of the Qingping Sword in his hand suddenly increased, and it even came out directly.

next moment.

A scene that surprised Han Yi happened.

A dusty sword in the corner of the side room suddenly flew up and shook in mid-air.

Han Yi's pupils shrank. What shocked him was that the flying sword was exactly the same as his Qingping Sword.

That's right.

The appearance, length, size, and shape are all the same. The sword body and hilt are black, and there is a green lotus flower surrounding the sword body. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Han Yi would have thought that this was his Qingping sword.

now.

The Qingping Sword that escaped from the scene trembled and emitted a green-black light. The same was true for the Qingping Sword flying from the corner. The rays of light were connected and merged together.

Just for a moment.

Two rays of light flashed at the same time, and the two Qingping swords suddenly leaned towards the middle. Then, as if two drops of water merged into one drop, without any sound, only one Qingping sword remained in the light.

A breath of low-grade magic weapon-level swords emanated from the newly fused Qingping Sword.

"Can it still be like this?" Han Yi was stunned and instantly overjoyed.

Although he doesn't know what the principle is, upgrading the sword is naturally beneficial to him.

Two identical Qingping swords, after fusion, transform into low-grade magic weapons. Will there be a third, fourth, fifth sword...

If these Qingping swords are fused together, the grade of this sword can continue to rise.

Magical weapons, spiritual treasures, even... semi-immortal weapons?

Han Yi was thinking in his mind, and with one move, he was ready to call back the sword.

Sudden.

A ray of silver light came from behind, and silently, it approached within ten meters of Han Yi.

Han Yi, who had his back turned to the silver light, had a sharp look in his eyes.

then.

He just dodged slightly to avoid the silver light. The silver light passed over where Han Yi was standing and disappeared into the wall of the quiet room.

This is a short silver spear, less than half a meter long, exuding a dark silver light.

"Huh?"

A soft cry sounded thirty meters outside the quiet room. It was obvious that this attack failed to achieve any success, which surprised the monk who made the sneak attack.

but.

next moment.

Han Yi's figure had already flashed outside the door. With his deep eyes, he just glanced at the sneak attack monk.

Early stage of foundation building?

Although his own cultivation at this moment was also disguised as the early stage of foundation building, the other party was vicious, and he definitely did a lot of sneak attacks from behind.

Han Yi just waved his hand gently, and the Qingping sword that had just been fused shook slightly.

then.

There was a whoosh, as if teleporting, and the other party didn't even have time to react. His head shot up into the sky, and the Qingping sword turned back. Han Yi waved gently and collected the storage bag on the fallen headless body. He came back and took back the short spear inserted into the wall of the quiet room.

This short spear is a top-grade magic weapon after all. Although it is the most basic top-grade magic weapon, it is still worth a thousand mid-grade spiritual stones, which is more or less a gain.

Come and kill everyone, and you can’t let go of the spoils of war.

After collecting the trophies, Han Yi left the quiet room with the Qingping Sword and the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword on his back. He glanced around and saw the occasional monk passing by, either happy, regretful, cautious, or ferocious.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze, randomly chose a direction, and swept forward.

However, after three breaths, he stopped. In front of him, two monks were fighting crazily.

One of the young monks was holding a guqin in his left hand, and his right hand was moving wildly. Countless notes, like entities, turned into a frenzy, vibrating endlessly, and were crushed out.

Opposite him was a burly monk with a middle-aged appearance, twinkling eyes, and sword-like eyebrows. He was not angry and intimidated. He was holding a gilded heavy halberd. On the heavy halberd, there was a mysterious aura of supreme dignity. Flow out.

Han Yi's pupils shrank.

The first person he saw was when he returned from the Tiannan Immortal City of the Great Qin Immortal Kingdom a few years ago. He and this monk took a fairy boat together.

In the holy land of Yujing Mountain, Wu Gang is the disciple of Li Qiushi who is number one on the list of real people.

Although he had never seen the second one, the aura on that heavy halberd reminded him of the young man who had both spiritual and physical abilities that he killed in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains many years ago. That young man was holding a heavy halberd. These two pieces Although one of the weapons was a high-grade magic weapon and the other was a mid-grade magic weapon, there was a huge gap between them, but their auras came from the same vein, and Han Yi would not admit his mistake.

This is the official monk of Daqian.

The two people who were fighting madly were both in the middle stage of the Golden Core under the Qi Watching Technique. Moreover, in the middle stage of the Golden Core, they had already reached their peak, and were only one step away from the late stage of the Golden Core.

And the weapons in their hands are all middle-grade magic weapons.

Although Han Yi considered himself strong enough, he did not dare to fight head-on against a peak mid-Jindan cultivator who possessed a mid-grade magic weapon and was a powerful force in the Holy Land, so he had no choice but to escape.

The moment he stopped.

Not far ahead, two monks were fighting, their murderous intent suddenly rising, and the musical notes and heavy halberds collided fiercely.

The terrifying power smashed all the surrounding rooms into pieces, flew away, and destroyed them. It also shook out a huge gap on the top of the palace. With this gap, the originally solid and huge palace seemed to be broken open. Some kind of restriction.

Rumble.

The collapse of the palace is not a single collapse, but a chain of events.

Less than a minute.

Half of the huge palace collapsed.

In this half of the palace, two figures shot from below to mid-air, and then from mid-air to the intact palace below.

Han Yi's face changed slightly as his sword flew up, he no longer hesitated and ran away.

The harvest from this trip has been huge enough, so I’ll just stop it when it’s good.

Han Yi escaped with his sword, left the falling debris, and continued to go outside. He left Yuanlao Mountain, released the fairy boat, and rode away. When he was ten kilometers away from Yuanlao Mountain, he suddenly noticed something and stopped suddenly. Come down and look behind.

Behind them, in the Yuanlao Mountain, there was a shocking sword intent, which exploded suddenly, reaching the sky, and wiped out all the spiritual light scattered in the air and the cracks in the space.

then.

Another starlight came from outside the sky, fell into the hands of a monk who walked into Yuanlao Mountain, and turned into a galactic spear. The spear was so bright that it filled the sky with starlight.

Not finished yet.

There is also a handsome monk with a jade face, holding a white folding fan, descending from the sky, strolling leisurely into the sky full of stars and shocking sword intent.

"This power belongs to the True Lord cultivator."

Han Yi looked away and saw many figures, either in the air or on the ground, heading towards Yuanlao Mountain from all directions.

"Golden elixir monks, and there are many late-stage golden elixir monks and even peak golden elixir monks."

Han Yi didn't dare to look anymore, his spiritual consciousness surged out, and the fairy boat soared westward. After a full hour, it gradually slowed down and then became a normal sailing.