I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Looking at this dead and silent world, Zhang Yi found a direction and flew away, ready to explore the ruins.

During the flight, Zhang Yi also met many people one after another.

Although until the last moment, the number of people entering this ruins was not too many, this small world is not very vast, so even if they are scattered, they can still be met from time to time.

Even so, Zhang Yi did not slow down because of this.

Most of the people who enter this small world just want to gain some small opportunities, and those who really participate in the core competition are those warriors in the heaven.

Zhang Yi understands that the real treasure is still in the core of Xiaotiandi, that is, the depths of the sect.

These things in the peripheral range can only be regarded as normal. To him, they have little effect, so let them make trouble.

After walking like this for half a day, Zhang Yi landed on a mountain.

He looked forward, only to see that in the depths of the forest full of towering trees, there was a white mist.

And in the white mist, the ruins of many palaces can be faintly seen.

Zhang Yi looked at the sky above the ruins, and suddenly found that the space there seemed to be flickering with light, and there was a hint of danger emanating from it.

"A dilapidated palace... covered by a formation, and the energy level is around the sky..."

"Well, formations of this level are rare. Although they are not as good as some core formations, they are still only one step away."

If you rush here indiscriminately, you may run into that formation.

In that case, if someone is not strong enough, I'm afraid I have to explain here.

Zhang Yi glanced at those flickering lights, and he had a judgment in his heart. He nodded secretly, "From this point of view, this place is very likely to be an important place of the sect."

Is it the Library Pavilion, the Monster Beast Hall, or the Alchemy Hall?

In his mind, Zhang Yi's figure flitted across the sky and landed in the forest filled with white mist.

After landing on the ground, Zhang Yi flicked his fingers, and a beam of true energy shot out from his fingers.

However, when this ray of true energy was about to rush into the range of the forest in front, there was only a wave in the void, and a formation barrier appeared, offsetting the force of that finger.

Zhang Yi approached again, and gently pressed his palm on the formation barrier that gradually appeared outside the dilapidated palace.

His insightful eyes opened, and ripples of true energy visible to the naked eye emerged from his palm, spreading layer by layer along the formation guarding the ruins.

"The protective formation here has not completely failed, but even so, after many years, there are still many flaws."

After confirming the situation, Zhang Yi said with emotion.

If the spirit array was intact, he would have a lot of confidence in entering it, after all he has the powerful weapon of insight, but obviously it would not be easy.

But at this time, under the vicissitudes of time, there is a flaw in this formation.

In this way, it is much simpler.

Zhang Yi repeated the old trick, using the eye of insight, according to the method of cutting off the key nodes, the light curtain suddenly became unstable.

"break!"

Zhang Yi saw the timing and punched out fiercely.

This punch hit right at the moment when a hole appeared in the barrier.

With the release of energy, a gap suddenly appeared in the protection of this formation.

And Zhang Yi stepped directly into the gap.

As soon as Zhang Yi entered it, he noticed a sudden change, and a picture flashed before his eyes.

When he looked forward carefully again. But it was discovered that the forest had changed greatly.

The forest that was originally misty has completely disappeared at this moment, and a flat land appears in front of it.

On the flat ground, there are several temples built among them. The largest one has the words "Zangbing Pavilion" on the plaque above it.

"Having a Hyogo..."

Looking at the plaque in the distance, Zhang Yi murmured.

Zangbing, as the name suggests, is a place where Zongmen's weapons are stored. Zhang Yi did not expect to be here.

"It's been so long since this era, wouldn't the weapons inside have turned into broken copper and iron..."

Zhang Yi said with some hesitation, and then rushed there.

No matter what, come here, you have to go and see.

You must know that after Zhang Yi's sword body has been cultivated, not only has his physical body entered the middle stage of the heavenly realm, but his ability to absorb the essence of various materials has also been greatly improved.

For Zhang Yi now, he can already absorb the essence of weapons for his own use, and is no longer limited to the previous swords and various materials.

"If all the weapons in the warehouse are still in good condition, it would be perfect for me."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yixian felt a little moved.

You must know that this is the hidden military storehouse of the ancient sect, if there is really something to gain, obviously it will not be less.

"Perhaps it is another round of opportunities for the physical body..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yigang was about to step forward, but his face suddenly changed.

—He felt something, something appeared.

Zhang Yi's eyes froze, and his eyes shot towards the entrance of the palace.

With Zhang Yi's gaze cast there, footsteps came from the unchanging entrance, and then a black shadow appeared there.

"Is that... a person?"

Zhang Yi frowned slightly.

"No, I didn't sense the fluctuation of life. Is it a puppet guarding this place?"

While Zhang Yi was thinking, a loud noise echoed around.

I saw that black shadow suddenly shot out from the gate of the palace, directly across the distance, and punched Zhang Yi down.

Don't talk about Wude, the opponent actually attacked first!

As the black iron puppet punched down, the surrounding light curtains shook slightly, as if they were blessed by the power of the formation.

That kind of power makes people look pale.

The puppet seemed to be planning to blow Zhang Yi up with one punch.

"The energy level has become stronger..."

Zhang Yi whispered in his heart, in his perception, every move of the opponent seemed to be able to borrow the power of the formation.

But he couldn't borrow the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

In this way, he is naturally weaker.

At this time, as the opponent's punch approached, the terrifying oppression came over like Mount Tai, making the space around Zhang Yi like a quagmire, unable to break free.

"snort!"

As early as when he entered the ruins, Zhang Yi had expected it. Faced with such a scene, his face remained unchanged.

Zhang Yi stepped forward in one step, and the power of wind and thunder erupted from his body amidst the turbulence of the Zhenyuan Lake.

Zhang Yi's slender and powerful hands were slapped out like lightning at this time, and they directly joined the black iron palm print, regretfully.

"Boom!"

The flesh and blood and the non-gold and non-iron palms collided, and the surrounding air suddenly exploded continuously, and the fluctuations visible to the naked eye raged wildly.

While the shock wave was raging, Zhang Yi's body trembled slightly, and then he stabilized, but the ground under his feet sank into three points.

And the black iron-colored puppet was shaken back more than ten steps before standing in the air.

"call."

Zhang Yi took a breath, and under the experience of the battle master, his eyes returned to an absolutely calm posture.

The fighting skills learned in the Xuanjing period are still in use today, and Zhang Yi is also thrifty.

What needs to be explained is that this skill seems to grow with the improvement of Zhang Yi's cultivation base, just like the Eye of Insight.

For example, Zhang Yi's eyes of insight are in the mysterious realm, and he can only see information about the mysterious realm and some martial artists, but when Zhang Yi breaks through the realm, he will be able to obtain information about the realm.

The same goes for the fighting skills of the battle masters.

Over the years, Zhang Yi's fighting master has transformed from a mysterious-level fighting skill to a heaven-level fighting master skill, so he can use it until now without falling behind.

...

At this time, after the tentative confrontation between the two, they separated on both sides of the sky.

Zhang Yi looked at the puppet ahead.

It was a human figure of black iron, with violent energy spreading around him, distorting the space, and a powerful coercion oppressed Zhang Yi.

"Trespasser, die!"

There was a dry sound as if rubbing against a machine, and under the black armor, there were pupils with no emotion.

"It's just a dead thing."

With a thought in Zhang Yi's mind, he took out the Likong Sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the opponent.

And on his body, there is a sharp intention to spread out.

Sensing Zhang Yi's provocative action, the black iron puppet's pupils shone even brighter. It didn't say any more nonsense, but stepped out and came straight to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was not afraid in the slightest, and greeted him with the agitation of his whole body.

The violent energy fluctuations immediately shook the world. If it weren't for the presence of formations, the energy levels erupting here would definitely be perceived by outside warriors.

...

"Bang bang bang!"

The two figures intersected in the sky, and the sound of gold and iron resounded.

The puppet's palm was no weaker than a normal weapon, and it looked extremely hard. Zhang Yi chopped it off with a sword, leaving only a scratch.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yi was even more amazed.

It is worthy of being an ancient great sect, with such a profound background, it is exciting.

"Even if you made this trip in vain, it's not a loss if you can get this puppet."

As Zhang Yi thought about it, the offensive became more and more intense.

After letting go of himself with all his strength, the puppet soon fell below.

After all, if you really want to count, this puppet is comparable to the strength of the normal heaven.

If it weren't for the formation that forcibly raised his strength to a higher level, and the opponent was not flesh and blood, and couldn't be killed with a simple sword, then Zhang Yi would have killed the opponent.

"Sword control!"

After a fight, Zhang Yi shouted loudly, and threw the split sword in his hand into the air.

Immediately, a sense of extreme sharpness came from the blade.

The Rifting Sword trembled slightly, as if spiritual wisdom had really been born.

"Destroy!"

Zhang Yi gave a soft drink, and the Likong Sword rushed out instantly.

There was a faint light flashing on the tip of the sword, and it did not make the slightest sound in the air, killing people silently.

Following Zhang Yi's move, the Sky Splitting Sword swiped around the puppet in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of sword glows emerged, forming a large array of sword lights, and in the center of the array was this black iron-colored puppet.

"call out!"

With a soft sound, the Likong Sword immediately returned to Zhang Yi's hand.

And the puppet's movements stopped suddenly, and the light in its eyes went out.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are dozens of parts of his body with sword marks, and each sword mark is cut on the energy transmission node of the puppet.

It can be said that this puppet was directly killed by Zhang Yi.

"Vulnerable."

Zhang Yi said calmly, danced the long sword in his hand a few times, and then took the Likong sword back to Zhenyuan Lake.

In fact, it wasn't that the puppet was too weak, but that Zhang Yi was too strong.

You must know that relying on the formation, this puppet is already comparable to a warrior in the middle stage of the heavenly realm, and its defense is so high that it can be said to be extremely difficult to survive unless the core is broken.

That is to say, during the short fight just now, Zhang Yi used his insightful eyes to grasp all the weaknesses of the opponent.

For a swordsman, when the enemy's weakness is exposed, it is often the end of the battle.

In an instant explosion, dozens of wounds were instantly fatal, and Zhang Yi ended the battle.

Although Zhang Yi's combat skills are not at the master level, but if he cooperates with the insightful eye that sees everything, it will surpass the so-called master level combat skills.

After the puppet was dealt with, Zhang Yi walked forward slowly. After putting away the puppet, he walked towards the palace of the Cangbing Pavilion.

There is light flashing in front of Zhang Yi, and there is another formation outside the palace.

In fact, if it weren't for this formation, the battle fluctuations of the two would have completely destroyed this dilapidated relic and turned it into a relic.

Zhang Yi broke into the Cangbing Pavilion and walked all the way to the depths.

After he pushed open a bronze gate, the arsenal of the former sect was placed in front of Zhang Yi.

All he saw were cold weapons.

There are spears, whips, flying swords, and long knives...

Common and uncommon, all kinds of weapons can be described as everything.

Zhang Yi just took a look, and the total number of these weapons is probably in the thousands.

"As expected of the Cangbing Pavilion of the ancient sect."

Zhang Yi couldn't help sighing, excitement flashed in his eyes.

"But it's a pity, not every weapon can be absorbed."

Most of the weapons here are low-level weapons for the Yellow Realm and the Profound Realm. If Zhang Yi absorbs the power of the essence, it will make him impure and his physical strength will decrease.

What Zhang Yi could really absorb were dozens of weapons.

"You can't be too greedy. Realm fighters, even in the ancient times, there are at most twenty or thirty in one sect."

"Dozens of weapons used by the Earth Realm, and a few weapons used by the Heaven Realm, this is already very rich."

Zhang Yi said, and then started to practice the sword raising technique.

Immediately, the mysterious power was activated, and the Tier 4 and Tier 3 weapons in the entire treasure house trembled and suspended in mid-air.

"suck!"

Following Zhang Yi's low shout, streams of pure abilities flowed out from the weapon itself, and then entered Zhang Yi's body.

"Papa papa!"

The Tier 4 weapons could still remain as they were, but the Tier 3 weapons shattered to the ground with a loud sound, turning into a mass of scrap iron.

Half a day later, all the top weapons in the treasure house were sucked up by Zhang Yi.

"Store these pure powers in the body first, and then slowly refine them after returning to Qingyun Sect."

But Zhang Yi remembered that exercising his body took a long time, and it might cause a lot of commotion.

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