Infinite true path

Half an hour later, Huan Yin reluctantly walked out of the mine. He had never spent so long on any mineral vein north of Yanzhou, because he had directly destroyed everything on the mineral vein before, and then took away the storage bags of the Wan Du Sect disciples - at that time He never thought about digging for spiritual stones in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

But this time it was different. When he rushed here with full of hatred, he saw no one, so he could only vent his energy on digging for spiritual stones.

However, the more he dug in the vein, the more he felt that the spiritual stones in the vein were inexhaustible. He even felt that it was not difficult to mine any part of the vein with his own cultivation. It was just a matter of time. That’s all. In this way, he unknowingly stayed inside for half an hour. If his reason hadn't defeated his greed in the end, it might not have been impossible to stay in that vein for a whole day.

After flying out of the first mineral vein, Huan Yin began to clean up the strongholds and mineral veins of Wan Du Sect one by one as before. But along the way, he found that most of the Wan Du Sect disciples had already evacuated. Even if he occasionally encountered a few, they were still finishing the work before evacuating. Of course, their tail was taken away by Huan Yin for them.

In this way, Huan Yin's originally planned killing in central Yanzhou became a bit like mining veins. Although this allowed him to obtain a large amount of spiritual stones along the way, it also delayed a full eight hours. And if he hadn't allowed himself to stay in the mineral veins of Wan Du Sect for more than half an hour every time, his stay in central Yanzhou might have been extended indefinitely.

Finally, when Huan Yin came out of the last mineral vein in the middle of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, he flew towards the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect with murderous intent on his face. He hasn't killed for a long time. He has a lot of hatred all the way, but he can't get any vent, so now his murderous intention is extremely strong.

This mine is some distance away from the first branch of Wan Du Sect. Even Huan Yin would probably have to fly at full speed for half an hour to reach it.

A little while later, a team of about sixty monks appeared in front of Huan Yin. These monks were dressed in different clothes. They seemed to be a group of casual cultivators who had gathered together for some unknown reason.

At the front of this team of casual cultivators, there is a monk who has refined the Great Perfection. He is the person with the highest cultivation level among all the casual cultivators, and should also be the leader of this team.

Huan Yin flew over the entire team of casual cultivators, then landed at the front of the team and bowed to the cultivator who was refining the Great Perfection.

The team of casual cultivators naturally discovered Huan Yin, and immediately felt the unfathomable depth of Huan Yin's cultivation, so they stopped suddenly, and the Dzogchen Refining cultivator in front of them returned a salute to Huan Yin: " Senior, do you have any advice?”

Huan Yin smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, how can I get to the first branch of Wan Du Sect?"

When the Refining Dzogchen monk heard Huan Yin asking for directions, he pointed directly south of him: "If you go in this direction for a short while, you will be able to see the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect."

Huan Yin received the answer, nodded, and then said: "I see you are also going in that direction. I wonder if I can go with you. My sense of direction is not very good. I hope you can show me the way."

Sweat was already streaming down the forehead of the monk who was refining the Dzogchen. I don't know if he was ashamed because the Huanying monk Huan Yin said that he had a bad sense of direction, or something else. However, he quickly answered: "Senior, Wandu Sect is very powerful in Yanzhou, and the disciples of Wandu Sect are even more ruthless. As casual cultivators, how can we dare to step into the territory of Wandu Sect's branch? Please "Senior, please forgive me." What the monk said was quite reasonable. It seemed that he was really afraid of Wandu Sect, so he could only refuse even the request of "senior" Huan Yin.

Huan Yin had a questioning look on his face: "Oh? Is the Wan Du Sect very vicious?"

"Senior, I don't know. The Wan Du Sect is extremely vicious. Everyone in Yanzhou knows it. Two years ago, they completely slaughtered the Yangzhou Wuliang Sect's branch here. It is said that not even a single person was spared alive." The look of fear on the face of the cultivator Perfection was even heavier, and he seemed to be extremely afraid of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"Oh? The Ten Thousand Poison Sect is so powerful?" Huan Yin had a shocked look on his face, as if he didn't understand the Ten Thousand Poison Sect at all.

The monk who was refining the Great Perfection already had the intention to retreat, and wanted to turn around and greet the group of monks behind him to leave. However, Huan Yin suddenly said again: "But, two years ago, I heard someone say this to me personally. He said that the monks from Wan Du Sect are a bunch of trash."

The Refining Dzogchen cultivator originally wanted to leave, but he had to answer Huan Yin's words, so he could only answer helplessly: "Senior, please don't joke with me. How could such a thing happen?"

A thicker smile appeared on Huan Yin's face, and he spoke: "Here's what he said at the time: 'A bunch of losers want to harm the Juli cultivators at such a time. They really put our Wan Du Sect into trouble. I'm so embarrassed. 'What you said is right or wrong?'

After hearing Huan Yin's words, the monk who was refining the Great Perfection suddenly changed his expression. He looked at Huan Yin seriously for the first time, obviously observing Huan Yin's appearance. After a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he whispered: "It's... it's you, how could it be you!"

Huan Yin saw the shocked look on his face and continued: "At that time, he also said something to me. He said: 'Your sword is good, I want it. As for people, just die!' Today I will come , I want to return this sentence to him. I think he should have used my sword enough!" After saying that, the smile on Huan Yin's face suddenly turned into a ferocious one. He raised his left hand and pinched it directly. He grabbed the neck of the Dzogchen Refining monk in front of him, stretched out his right hand, took out his storage bag, and destroyed it on the spot!

With a loud bang, a fairy sword that was all white and as warm as jade flew out and floated into the air. It was the fairy sword that Huan Yin had taken away in Yanzhou before, the Yang Sword!

The monk in his hand was the extremely powerful cultivator who knocked him into the pit that day. But now, he could no longer be called extremely powerful in front of Huan Yin, but was like an ant.

When Huan Yin approached this group of "loose cultivators" before, he discovered the aura of the Ten Thousand Poison Cultivation Techniques hidden on their bodies. This aura is one that Huan Yin can never forget, so no matter how they hide it, unless they cultivate Higher than Huan Yin, otherwise there will be nothing to hide.

What's more, Huan Yin recognized the Dzogchen Dzogchen monk in front of him at a glance. How could he not remember the appearance of the monk who took away his Yang Sword and almost beat him to death?

As for this monk, he had seen Huan Yin dressed in white robes and had a high level of cultivation. Naturally, he immediately thought that Huan Yin was the most powerful monk in the second branch of the Mie Wan Du Sect, so he walked up to him when Huan Yin walked up to him. He became extremely nervous for a moment, trying hard to pretend to be a casual cultivator, but he didn't notice Huan Yin's appearance at all, nor did he notice that Huan Yin was the owner of the sword that he had taken away. He probably never imagined that the extremely powerful cultivator from the Infinite Sect who destroyed the second branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was actually the ant in his eyes back then.

"Thank you for keeping the Yang Sword for me. Today Huan comes to retrieve this sword and take your life as well!" Huan Yin pinched hard with his left hand, and his cultivation level of Huaying Realm crazily poured into the body of the monk in his hand, and instantly He was killed in the field.

Then, Huan Yin picked up the Yang Sword, erased the unfamiliar brand of divine consciousness on the Yang Sword, and re-branded it with his own divine consciousness.

"Old friend, today, I will make you drink enough of the blood of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect members!" Huan Yin looked at the long-lost Yang Jian, his expression becoming more ferocious.

The group of Wan Du Sect monks pretending to be casual cultivators in front of Huan Yin had already seen Huan Yin, and even saw the scene where Huan Yin pinched to death the Refining Dzogchen cultivator just now. The fear in their hearts was already overwhelming. They would be able to return to the branch in less than half an hour of walking. However, such a close distance has now become an insurmountable gap. They dare not go further and can only flee in all directions. .

Huan Yin held the Yang Sword and looked at the fleeing Wan Du Sect monk. He pressed hard with his hand and suddenly inserted the Yang Sword into the ground.

Now Huan Yin's cultivation level is no longer comparable to that of a year ago. Although he cannot fully exert the power of Yang Jian like Qi Juezi back then, he no longer needs to deliberately suppress the sword power of Yang Jian. He can already fully exert the power of Yang Jian. Control the Yang Sword!

"Boom!" With a loud noise, flames suddenly appeared on the grassland in front of Huan Yin, white flames!

The temperature of this flame is extremely high, and the pressure coming from the flame is extremely strong, which cannot be resisted by any of the fleeing Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks.

Huan Yin's spiritual power surged again, and the flames in front of him quickly spread towards the fleeing Wan Du Sect monks at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the ten or so slowest Wan Du Sect monks. Door monk.

The moment these monks encountered the white flames, they screamed and turned into ashes. Even if they had prepared a large number of defensive measures before, it had no effect at all.

The other monks from the Wan Du Sect who were escaping were killed instantly when they saw their fellow disciples, and some were even faster, and some even used their blood essence to cast spells to speed up their escape. However, no matter how fast they are, they can't be faster than Huan Yin's methods, nor can they be faster than Yang Jian's life-threatening fire!

About ten breaths had passed, and no one could be seen on the entire grassland except Huan Yin. Only the scorched black ground showed that there had just been a flame burning here. Only the countless ashes on the ground revealed the power of the flames, but it was unclear whether these ashes were left by grass or people.