I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

In the tall and empty main hall, Zhang Yi, dressed in white, looked at the other side quietly.

The hilt of the Likong Sword trembled slightly, and the snow-white sword tip pierced through the figure's chest, piercing the large seat made of jade behind it with a trace of blood.

With one thought, it is the direction of the sword.

The peak master Qin Kai who was about to wake up lost his light again.

Zhang Yi's clean and sharp sword strike ended the battle that was about to break out!

Although Feng in ancient times was mainly better than the current elders, Zhang Yi didn't think that the opponent's strength was stronger than himself.

The reason why he preemptively struck was because he chose the simplest way of fighting.

After all, he is not a villain who starts to act after listening to the protagonist.

Unless he's interested, he doesn't mind a one-shot kill.

And when Qin Kai's eyes lost their brilliance, the uncomfortable cold breath that Zhang Yi felt when he entered the main hall also disappeared, and light and warmth flooded into the main hall again.

"call."

At this moment, sensing the changes around him, Zhang Yi let out a sigh of relief.

With a thought in his mind, the Rifting Sword was pulled out from the corpse immediately.

The body of the sword was still white and flawless, without the slightest stain of dirty blood, and then the Likong Sword returned to Zhang Yi's Zhenyuan Lake.

"I've been dead for so long, so I should have a good rest. It would be impolite to frighten people with a dead body again."

Zhang Yi said something, then raised his hand and waved forward.

As Zhang Yi expected, this time, a gust of wind rushed to the purple gold token again, but it did not meet the slightest resistance again.

He has already completed the prerequisites for getting this token!

The breeze entangled, and then brought the token back to Zhang Yi's hands.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, refined the token, and immediately had a weak connection with the token.

"That should be about the same."

Zhang Yi murmured, and then put the token away.

Then he cast a spell to collect this pool of water transformed from spirit stones into the universe bag.

Although the effect of the spirit stone on him is already dispensable, but putting this pool of spirit water on Luoyun Peak can serve as a decoration no matter what.

Different from the storage ring containing dead things, the Qiankun bag can hold monsters, spirit trees, and other special resources, which are of precious value. This was handed over to the auction house by Mo Tianxin after Zhang Yi broke through the heavenly realm.

"Shut up and scrape, this trip has been completed."

Thinking about it, Zhang Yi took a step forward, and he suddenly appeared at the highest point of the steps, standing beside the already dead peak master.

Zhang Yi's insightful eyes opened, towards this peak master who lived in ancient times but was physically immortal.

"It is indeed dead, there is no vitality in every part of the body, even the so-called spiritual realm is empty, and there is no soul fluctuation."

"It seems to be something like the corpse leader..."

Zhang Yi murmured.

Then he stretched out his right hand and fiddled with the black hair on the man's eyebrows to both sides, revealing his deadly wound immediately.

Between the eyebrows covered by black hair, there is a thin black line.

This thin black line was one finger long, seemingly inconspicuous, but it destroyed the Peak Master in an instant.

It can be seen from the unwavering face of this peak master.

Before he could react in the future, all vitality in his body was instantly wiped out by this line of offensive.

And it is possible to make a heavenly warrior die before he can react in time, and only a saint has such great power to do it.

"A blow from the air, even with the protection of the formation, it is still instantly killed."

Zhang Yi murmured, then he shook his head.

"It's also pitiful. They are all dead, but they are still doing the work of tool people here. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let me give you a ride."

Zhang Yi opened his palm, and the fiery flames jumped onto the ancient man's body, burning him blazingly.

When Zhang Yi finished all this and was about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance.

The figure looked at Zhang Yi, was taken aback for a moment, and then his face darkened, obviously realizing that he was a step late and was overtaken by the other party.

Here comes another one.

Zhang Yi understood that he had spent too much time confiscating the palace, which made others come here too.

"roll!"

Zhang Yi let out a low cry, and the true essence lake was surging, and a majestic aura burst out of his body.

The almost invisible momentum crushed towards the opponent, causing the face of the person who came to change drastically in an instant.

The face of the visitor was gloomy, and a strong look of fear flashed in his eyes.

A few seconds later, his figure turned into an afterimage again and left from the palace gate.

After feeling Zhang Yi's aura, he chose the most heartfelt approach - to leave.

When the other party left, Zhang Yi restrained his breath, moved his body, and rushed towards the direction of Taihe Hall.

Although it may be possible to find some powerful treasures in other ruins.

But now Zhang Yi obviously still regards the treasures in the Taihe Hall as his key target.

After all, the strength of these peak masters is nothing more than powerful heavenly realm fighters, and the harvest left behind has limited effect on Zhang Yi of the same level.

After setting the goal, Zhang Yi headed towards Taihe Hall.

During the journey, he also encountered some chaotic real yuan fluctuations.

Apparently, fierce battles are erupting right now in order to compete for the token of the peak master and various opportunities.

After all, not everyone is as fast as him, and the battle is over in a few seconds.

Faced with these scrambles, Zhang Yi had no intention of intervening, but flew past directly. After several hours, Zhang Yi arrived at his destination.

Above a low valley, Zhang Yi's figure flashed out. He glanced away, only to see that the nearby land became sparsely covered with vegetation, and the group of ruins also disappeared here.

"Is this where the Taihe Hall is?"

Zhang Yi looked up into the distance, where there was a mountain range.

The mountains are surrounded by violent winds that linger for a long time.

A trace of Zhang Yi's divine sense radiated out and hit the strong wind, but was torn apart instantly.

"Bone-eroding cold wind."

Zhang Yi murmured in a low voice, recognizing the type of gang wind.

As the name suggests, this wind has a strong erosive force, if the body is exposed to it, it will erode flesh and blood, and even erode bones.

Even if it is a martial artist in the heavenly realm, it must be treated with caution.

"It's a big deal."

Zhang Yi nodded.

Using the bone-eroding cold wind as a protective barrier is not only amazingly powerful, but when a warrior in the sect breaks through to the heavenly realm, he can also choose this bone-eroding cold wind as his own attribute power, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

That mountain range is the ultimate goal of Zhang Yi's trip, the place where the saint retreated, or the place where he fell.