Infinite true path

Huan Yin endured the pain and turned around, nodded to the junior brother beside him, and rushed out towards the north.

However, before the two of them had rushed far, more than a dozen disciples of the Wan Du Sect blocked their way. These dozen disciples have strong cultivation levels, and they are all at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, the Great Perfection.

The junior disciple next to Huan Yin was only at the late stage of the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Although he knew that Huan Yin was powerful, at the same time he was surrounded by such a perfect Qi Condensation monk, and he still couldn't help but tremble.

The dozen or so cultivators from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had a ferocious smile on their faces. They had just killed a lot of disciples from the Wuliang Sect. When they were in high spirits, when they saw Huan Yin and the others, four people immediately rushed towards them with magic weapons in hand.

However, what responded to them was Huan Yin's even more ferocious and weird smile, and the palm he extended towards them.

The moment the four people rushed towards them, they were sucked in by Huan Yin's hand, and they were instantly swallowed up by Huan Yin's hand like an Arhat. Then Huan Yin's spiritual power surged, and the four people were completely sucked dry in an instant and fell to the ground.

"I can't beat the ones behind, so I'll take action on you!" Huan Yin was feeling extremely depressed because he couldn't turn around and fight. When he saw these dozen Wan Du Sect disciples, he suddenly became murderous.

The remaining disciples of Wan Du Sect were shocked when they saw that Huan Yin was so weird and his skills were extremely evil. They killed four Qi Condensation Perfection Masters in an instant.

"You are a Juli cultivator!" Someone from the Wan Du Sect pointed at Huan Yin with a look of horror, obviously thinking that Huan Yin was the kind of person who deliberately lowered his cultivation level.

Huan Yin naturally didn't care what his enemies said. The wind came from under his feet and swept upwards. In just ten breaths, the dozen or so people who had just smiled at him and the two of them had all turned into mummies, withered and haggard. There was still a look of horror on his face.

Huan Yin killed a dozen more Qi Condensation Dzogchen and felt that his cultivation level had improved a step further. However, the weird speed he was born with before was slowly dissipating, and his ability to absorb the cultivation level of others seemed to be gradually disappearing. . Huan Yin could imagine that if he really broke through the tenth level of Qi Condensation and achieved Gathering Strength, his heaven-defying power would be completely dissipated.

"Let's go, junior brother." Huan Yin looked at his junior brother who was looking at him in disbelief, and pulled him to escape to the north again.

Huan Yin and the others quickly passed through the north gate of the Wuliang Sect branch and rushed into the vast grassland. In front of them, there were more low-level monks from the Wuliang Sect who were on the run, and behind them, there were more monks from the Wandu Sect who were chasing them.

"Stay!" A cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect at the seventh level of Qi Condensation raised his sword and slashed at a young cultivator from the Wuliang Sect in front of him at the third level of Qi Condensation.

When the young cultivator from Wuliang Sect saw that many monks who were more advanced than him were taking action against him, a look of despair suddenly appeared on his face. However, just when he was about to close his eyes and give up, the sword in front of him suddenly stopped, and then the figure blocking him also froze.

The next moment, panic suddenly flashed across the face of the monk from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and then his body flew backwards unconsciously.

The Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk was quickly caught in Huan Yin's hand, let out a series of screams, and died in Huan Yin's hands instantly.

"Junior brother, run!" Huan Yin shouted as he looked at his fellow disciple who had not yet woken up from the shock.

When the young cultivator heard Huan Yin shouting, he woke up from a dream. He immediately got up, bowed to Huan Yin, then turned around and ran away again.

Huan Yin saved one person, turned to his junior brother and said, "Junior brother, run away. I won't accompany you anymore. You must take care of yourself!"

"Senior Brother, do you want to help them?" Junior Brother guessed Huan Yin's intention and looked anxious.

"Brother, you can't help anymore. The sect will fall soon, and the high-level monks will come to kill them soon. If you stay even a moment longer, you may pay the price with your life!" Junior brother shouted to Huan Yin again.

Huan Yin didn't comment, and jumped away from the junior brother who had led him out all the way, and rushed towards another fellow disciple who was being chased by the Wan Du Sect members. While running, Huan Yin turned around again and shouted: "Junior brother, run!"

The junior brother took a deep look at Huan Yin again. Knowing that Huan Yin had made up his mind, he clenched his fists heavily, turned around and ran away.

In the following time, Huan Yin escaped while constantly helping the fellow disciples he met. Although this greatly slowed down Huan Yin's escape speed, Huan Yin's character has always been like this. He couldn't bear to see his fellow disciples being beaten. Oppression by outsiders.

Half an hour later, Huan Yin had rescued twenty-three of his fellow disciples. Suddenly, an excited roar came from behind him: "In the worst case, I will re-enter reincarnation. Even if I die, I won't have it easier than your Wandu Sect!"

Then, suddenly an extremely intense light burst out in the distant sky, spreading crazily around in an instant, as if even the sky was about to collapse due to the light.

Huan Yin remembered that voice. It was Li Ji's voice. Although he didn't know what Li Ji had done, he knew that the light he saw was Li Ji's last ditch effort and his desperate attempt.

"Uncle Li..." Huan Yin's eyes were red and he looked into the sky, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.

However, before Huan Yin stayed there for long, he saw that the bright light caused by Li Ji quickly dispersed. It seemed that the power of the light was disintegrated by some unknown reason and could not be sustained.

Then, in the distant sky, a small black dot suddenly moved towards Huan Yin.

The senior monk is here! Huan Yin knew that the branch sect had completely fallen, and the battle among the high-level monks of Wan Du Sect was probably coming to an end, and now some of them were heading towards them to kill them.

"Hahaha, Wuliang Sect has been breached by us, you should die too, haha!" Not far from Huan Yin, a Wandu Sect monk also saw the black dot in the sky, laughed wildly, and moved towards A Wuliangmen monk in front of him slapped it down with a palm.

Huan Yin's face flashed with anger, and he rushed directly in front of the man and sucked him into a mummy in an instant.

"Even if you win, you won't be able to enjoy the fruits of victory!" Huan Yin looked at the mummy in front of him and spoke angrily, then got up and ran away again.

After more than half an hour, Huan Yin fled all the way, but because he repeatedly helped others, he fell behind and was chased by high-level monks from Wandu Sect.

At this moment, behind Huan Yin was a huge pit, which was pitch black and bottomless. Beside Huan Yin, there were seven or eight Infinite Sect disciples standing with him, constantly retreating towards the giant pit.

"Kill him quickly and continue the pursuit!" A late-stage Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk who was about seven to eight feet away from Li Huanyin and the others said to the three fellow disciples around him. These three of his classmates were all in the early stages of gathering strength.

When the three Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks heard their senior brother speak, they all laughed ferociously and fired three rays of fire directly towards Huan Yin.

These three fire rays are the most common concentration-stage fire spell among the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. If they were against enemies of the same level, they would probably never use this spell. However, all the monks in the Wuliang Sect are currently in the Qi Condensation Stage. In their eyes, they are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, so it is enough to shoot this fire.

The flames of the three people quickly merged in front of them, and then instantly turned into a huge pillar of fire and swept towards Huan Yin and the others.

Just when the three of them thought they would hear the screams of the Wuliang Sect monks, and when all the Wuliang Sect disciples showed despair, Huan Yin held the Yang Sword in his hand, surrounded by Xuanwu shadows, and took the initiative towards the attacking pillar of fire. Welcoming him.

"Tear the night apart!" A voice rang in everyone's ears, and then a Xuanwu phantom suddenly hit three Wan Du Sect cultivators over and scattered the pillars of fire. The moment the pillars of fire dispersed, Huan Yin's figure was revealed, Yang Yang The sword was stretched forward, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in the early stage of concentration.

The cultivator of Ten Thousand Poison Sect had never thought that his technique would be broken, and naturally it was even less likely that Huan Yin, a Qi Condensing cultivator, could still fight to the death.

The next moment, the blazing sword energy came out from Huan Yin's Yang Sword. The Wandu Sect monks standing opposite Huan Yin, and even the late Juli cultivator felt a hint of threat from Huan Yin's sword energy. .

"Boom!" Shaoyang's sword energy rushed out crazily, and in the blink of an eye it hit the cultivator in the early stage of concentration that Huan Yin's sword tip was pointing at.

"Ah!" The monk who was in the early stage of gathering power looked horrified. He never imagined that the magic of a Qi Condensing monk could actually make him feel the taste of death at this moment. In an instant, he took out a cyan shield and put it in front of his chest, and used all his energy to activate the defensive power of the shield.

However, Shaoyang's sword energy was so powerful that it completely ignored the power of the shield and directly penetrated the shield and hit the monk behind it.

The shield fell to the ground with a clang, and the monk behind the shield was revealed again. His expression was ferocious, and he still maintained his last-ditch attitude. However, the shocking blood hole on his chest and the burn marks next to the blood hole told everyone that he was dead.

"Junior Brother Liu, Junior Brother Liu!" The other three Wan Du Sect monks looked at their dead fellow sect with shocked faces, as if they still couldn't accept the fact that he was killed by a single move from the Wuliang Sect Qi Condensation monk.

"Kill him, let's work together to kill him!" Suddenly, the monk in the late stage of gathering strength reacted, took out his fairy sword magic weapon, and shouted at the two people around him.

"A bunch of losers actually want to harm the Juli cultivators at this time. It really brings shame to our Wan Du Sect." Suddenly, a voice floated over from a distance, and then a figure moved at an extremely fast speed. Entered Huan Yin's field of vision.

"Your sword is good, I want it. As for people, just die!" The figure flew directly over the heads of the three Juli monks and flew towards Huan Yin. He even raised his palm and struck Huan Yin. passed.

There was no magic light or shadow, not even sound, but the moment Huan Yin struck out with his palm, he suddenly felt a force that he could not resist coming to his body. Not only did it instantly shatter the Xuanwu shadow around him, but it also It quickly entered his body and beat all his internal organs to pieces.

Huan Yin's body unconsciously lifted up under the force of the monk's palm, and his hands were instantly thrown out of strength, throwing the Yang Sword into the air.

The Wan Du Sect cultivator who flew over stood in the air, reached out to take the Yang Sword, and then watched Huan Yin being pushed back by the force of his palm and flying into the huge pit not far away...