Now That You Have Betrayed the Sect, Who Will Still Pamper You?

Jiang Han blended into the crowd and entered the whirlpool. His eyes blurred and he appeared on an altar in the blink of an eye.

In front of you is an endless plain, and at the end of your gaze, there is a super-large spiritual vortex that is constantly rotating from heaven to earth. Just by looking at it, you can feel the powerful pressure within it.

"That is the core area of ​​the Lingyuan Secret Realm. It is said to be a bottomless abyss. Most of the best elixirs grow on the cliffs of the abyss."

Jiang Han was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Li Xingzhou.

Li Xingzhou is the leading disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect this time. He has a perfect foundation of cultivation and extremely talented swordsmanship. Even if he encounters an enemy in the fake elixir realm, he can still fight one or two.

Seeing Jiang Han's eyes, Li Xingzhou nodded slightly, raised his hand, and flew up with the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect, forming a carpet shape, and swept his sword towards the core area.

Jiang Han stood there, and after everyone had gone away, he raised his hand and took out dozens of array disks, and quickly arranged them around.

On the way here, he had already explained to Li Xingzhou that in this battle in the secret realm, the disciples in the sect do not need to fight with other sects. They only need to carefully collect some elixirs. If there is danger, hand over the elixirs in order to Your own safety is paramount.

Leave the rest to him.

His goal this time is very clear, which is to steal the gains from everyone in the other four major sects.

The array was arranged just to prevent them from forcing a pass. As long as they faced each other head-on, Jiang Han was not afraid of any of them.

Even if four hundred foundation-building stages join forces, he is not afraid.

Before he came, he had found out that each of the four major sects had two fake elixir realm leaders, and the others were all at the level of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

And if the four hundred Foundation-Building Dzogchen practitioners join forces, they may be able to fight against the late-stage pill-forming monks.

Although this was extremely dangerous, with the Wind and Thunder Boots in hand, as long as he was not trapped by them, he could hope to give them a try.

Moreover, he was ready to fight them to the death. This time, he would risk everything.

According to the rules set by the ancestors, the number one sect can occupy 30% of the resources within the five major sects for a hundred years.

That is an incalculable huge resource, countless spirit stone veins, Grotto-Heaven blessed land, the distribution of countless mortal cities, the worship of small sects within the territory, etc...

For the past seven hundred years, Zixiao Sword Sect has always been at the bottom, and can only get the lowest 10% of resources, and it is also the barren land left by other sects.

Whether it is cultivation resources or the number of talented disciples in the allocated city, it is far inferior to other sects.

After seven hundred years, the middle-level combat power within the sect has gradually distanced itself from other sects.

As long as this happens, the Zixiao Sword Sect will be able to obtain 30% of the resources within the five major sects, and it will also be able to get an extremely important breathing space.

There will be great hope of winning the next battle in the Lingyuan Secret Realm, and it will take less than two hundred years to catch up with the previous distance.

Jiang Han spent half a day arranging all the formations. He sat cross-legged on the altar, quietly cultivating his energy, and keeping himself in the strongest state at all times.

After these days of cultivation, the Divine Thunder of Annihilation has already spread throughout every corner of his meridians. Every spiritual energy in his body contains an extremely weak power of Divine Thunder.

But even if it is an extremely weak trace, it is definitely not something that a monk in the foundation building stage can resist.

Everything is ready. Next, he only needs to wait for the disciples of the four major sects to collect the elixirs and gather here, and he can catch them all in one fell swoop.

Ten days have passed by in a hurry, and today is the last day for the secret realm to be opened.

As soon as it got dark, many people gathered in front of the altar, waiting for the exit of the secret realm to open.

The first time they came here, they naturally noticed Jiang Han sitting cross-legged on the altar.

But they just thought he was waiting for the exit to open, so they didn't think much about it.

It wasn't until the disciples of the four sects arrived, and disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect continued to cross the crowd and landed on the altar, quietly guarding Jiang Han, that someone noticed that something was wrong.

"Buzz--" A ripple visible to the naked eye suddenly rose between the sky and the earth. After sweeping the world, it quickly converged towards the center of the altar, forming a continuously rotating vortex in the blink of an eye.

Someone exclaimed, "The exit to the secret realm is open!"

Hearing the movement, Jiang Han slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the people in front of him, and suddenly knew something.

There are only more than 300 people left in the four major sects at this moment, and the others may have had accidents. Only the Zixiao Sword Sect did not fight and did not suffer any casualties this time.

He stood up slowly and said to Li Xingzhou:

"You guys go out first and wait for me outside."

Li Xingzhou looked at him in surprise. Seeing that Jiang Han's face was calm and didn't look crazy, he said hesitantly:

"I promised the sect master that I will protect you with all my strength, why don't you come with me?"

"No need." Jiang Han chuckled, the spiritual power in his body stirred up crazily, and formations were activated instantly, protecting the entire altar airtight in the blink of an eye.

He flew up and stood above the altar with his sword. He didn't care about the exclamations of the people below and said softly:

"You guys here will only hold me back."

Li Xingzhou paused for a moment, feeling a little sullen in his heart, but when he remembered what his master had said before leaving, he gritted his teeth, waved to the others and shouted, "Let's go out first!"

Jiang Han looked at the disciples of the four sects. They were indeed the most elite disciples of each sect. At this time, no one was panicking. They just watched the people of Zixiao Sword Sect leave quietly.

They looked at him with disdain, as if they were looking at a clown.

Jiang Han didn't want to speak so harshly, but only by saying this could he make them leave quickly.

There was a burst of conversation in the field, and not long after, eight fake elixir realm monks took to the air with their swords one after another, vaguely surrounding Jiang Han in the middle.

At this time, Jiang Han had already removed the breath-containing formation, and his cultivation in the fake elixir realm was unabashedly exposed in front of everyone.

"Why did this junior brother of Zixiao Sword Sect block the exit?" A young monk wearing black and white robes spoke first.

"Hmph, you are blocking our way here, do you want to have a fight with us?!" A monk in green looked slightly angry, and his tone was very rude.

The others also looked at Jiang Han with strange expressions, some curious, some disdainful, some indifferent.

In their view, everyone is a genius disciple in their respective sects, and they are all about the same strength. No one can do anything to the other, not to mention that with more than 300 people against one, they naturally have the capital to be arrogant.

Jiang Han turned his head and glanced behind him, as expected.

But he didn't expect that they would reach a consensus so quickly. Next, he would have to face more than 300 people and eight fake elixir realm experts.

But he didn't care, his expression remained unchanged, and he said softly:

"Zixiao Sword Sect, Jiang Han, I have no other intentions today. I just want to borrow your elixir for use."

"Jiang Han? I've never heard of it. Borrowing the elixir? I think you want to steal the elixir! Is the Zixiao Sword Sect crazy? Let you rob more than 300 of us by yourself?"

"Don't talk nonsense to him. The exit can only last for two hours. If the time is delayed, we will all die here!"

"Do it! Kill him!" The monk in green shouted loudly, raised his hand and threw out countless golden talismans. The dazzling golden light flashed crazily, completely covering Jiang Han in the blink of an eye.

"My spiritual spell can seal your whole body's spiritual power. As long as you haven't formed the elixir, there's nothing you can do, no matter how powerful you are."

"Oh? Really?" Jiang Han felt the power of the seal, raised his hand gently, and saw a flash of black light. The dazzling golden light suddenly twisted and swayed like water waves, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

If he were in the ordinary fake elixir realm, he might really be trapped by him, but he really didn't notice the shouts of the Divine Thunder of Nirvana in hand and a mere soul-sealing spell.

"What is this?! Are you in the elixir formation stage?!" The monk in green changed his face and sounded frightened.

His spiritual spell is a Third Grade talisman. Even if he encounters a monk in the pill formation stage, he can still be trapped for a moment, but Jiang Han broke his seal instantly. Is he really in the pill formation stage?

How can we fight? The other party may be able to kill a whole foundation with one blow. These more than 300 people are probably not enough to kill him.

Others also realized that something was wrong, and after looking at each other, they already had a plan.

They quickly formed seals with their hands, and countless treasure lights suddenly flashed in the air. Everyone sacrificed their own magic weapons. As soon as more than a dozen treasures appeared, they rushed towards Jiang Han!

"Boom——!" The surrounding spiritual power suddenly became extremely violent and fluctuated violently. Several magic weapons emitted a pressure comparable to the late stage of pill formation, locking Jiang Han tightly.

The body was locked by the pressure and became extremely heavy. A slight movement would consume a lot of spiritual energy.

But Jiang Han didn't panic at all. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He didn't care about the attacks of others. He activated his wind and thunder boots and disappeared in an instant.

"Teleport??!! How is it possible!!" Xiao Ruohuan, who was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, changed his face drastically, and then shouted urgently: "Be careful!!"

As early as the moment Jiang Han's figure disappeared, the expressions of the other monks changed drastically. They did not need Xiao Ruohuan to remind them, and they did not care to besiege Jiang Han anymore.

The treasure light on their bodies flashed, and countless protective magic weapons were quickly opened. At the same time, their hands continued to throw magic weapons one after another, self-destructing in mid-air to disturb the space, and they all retreated with all their strength.

This series of responses could be described as extremely fast, but they were still a step too late.

Everyone felt a flash of purple light, and the sharp sword energy suddenly appeared from mid-air, and then quickly cut through the sky, stabbing at the monk in green!

There were streaks of protective golden light and magic weapons rising from his body surface, but the sword light did not stop at all. It was like passing through a thin piece of paper, passing through it instantly without any pause.

"Hi!" Time seemed to pause for a moment. The monk in green suddenly stopped when the flying sword passed through, and the aura on his body quickly dissipated.

"Fang Chen!!" Ye Ziqiu, another fake alchemy realm monk from Lingfu Palace, exclaimed and looked at the position of the monk in blue with a confused expression.

And there, Jiang Han's figure suddenly appeared, holding Fang Chen's storage bag in his hand, a purple flying sword parked at his side, countless purple thunders dancing around him, making bursts of crackling sounds.

The rest of the foundation builders did not dare to act rashly. Even the remaining seven false elixir realms felt an extremely strong pressure on their heads, making their mouths dry.

But Jiang Han, who caused all this, didn't have much expression on his face. Instead, he sighed softly in his heart and put away the storage bag.

He didn't want to take such a heavy blow, but now we were outnumbered and the enemy was outnumbered. If we didn't use thunderous means, we might not be able to deter so many enemies.

Only by going all out and completely shocking them with absolute crushing strength can we have a chance to defeat them one by one.

For Jiang Han, the remaining three hundred or so Foundation-Building Dzogchen posed no threat at all. With the Wind and Thunder Boots in hand, they were just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Whether they were killed or taken away was all in his mind.

The most critical thing now is how to make them hand over the elixir willingly.

Jiang Han glanced at the person who spoke and saw that it was a fake alchemy monk from Lingfu Palace, so he stopped looking at him. There was only one person left in Lingfu Palace, so he didn't need to pay any more attention to him.

But his sharp eyes still frightened Ye Ziqiu's face to pale, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

At this moment, as a breeze blew by, Fang Chen's body suddenly trembled, and his entire body instantly turned into countless flying ash and dissipated.

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, and a moment later, exclamations of surprise sounded from below.

"Senior Brother Fang, is he dead?!"

"One sword! He only used one sword! He killed the fake alchemy level strongman with one sword. What kind of cultivation level does Jiang Han have? Could it be that he is a swordsman in the alchemy stage?!"

"He seemed to have teleported just now. Could it be that he is a powerful person in the Nascent Soul stage?"

Everything happened too fast. Fang Chen was a strong man in the False Pill Realm of Lingfu Palace. Even if he encountered a monk in the pill formation stage, he could deal with it, but he died like this?

Even before he died, he didn't even resist at all!

Jiang Han listened to the discussion below, turned to look at the seven fake alchemists gathered together, and spoke softly, his voice still calm as usual:

"Everyone, I have no intention of causing any more evil. As long as you hand over the elixir, you can leave the secret realm safely."

He looked at the uncertain expressions on several people's faces and understood that they were communicating through messages to discuss, but he didn't care and continued:

"The first sect to hand over the elixir only needs to hand over 50% of the elixir."

Jiang Han felt that the monks from Lingfu Palace were obviously moved. After all, Lingfu Palace was weaker than other sects.

Moreover, one of the two fake elixir realms has died, and now the remaining fake elixir realm must not only guard against him, but also guard against other sects from snatching him.

"The second sect to hand over the elixir will need to hand over 70% of the elixir."

The expressions of several people changed, they looked at each other and communicated with each other with a solemn expression.

Jiang Han saw everyone's faces clearly, and he continued:

"The third sect to hand over the elixir needs to hand over 90% of the elixir."

Several people looked at Jiang Han with deep fear. This was a deliberate attempt to provoke them!

Especially Xiao Ruohuan, their Yin Yang Sect has achieved a good harvest this time and is expected to win first place, but who would have thought that such a strong Jiang Han would emerge halfway through.

Moreover, they are not sure how strong Jiang Han is now. If he can kill Fang Chen with one sword, he can kill any of them with another sword.

The most important thing is that he also has the unknown Divine Ability of teleportation. With teleportation in hand, as long as they can't kill him with one blow, they will be the next to die!

They really didn't dare to act rashly. Cultivation was not easy. If they failed to succeed in one attack and angered Jiang Han, they would definitely end up in a state of despair.

"The fourth sect that surrenders the elixir must hand over all the elixir!"

Jiang Han finished speaking unhurriedly, then held up his right hand, purple thunder flashed crazily from his hand, and then shot straight into the sky, filling the entire sky in the blink of an eye.

Countless purple thunders rolled and roared in the sky, and the entire sky was completely covered and turned dark.

And somewhere they can't see, at the center of each thunder, is a trace of black divine thunder that is difficult to detect. This divine thunder is Jiang Han's real killing move.

Powerful coercion instantly enveloped all the monks here, and the terrifying aura as if they were facing death made them break out in cold sweat and almost breathless.

It was a kind of super pressure that was like facing a catastrophe. Even the few remaining fake elixir realm experts were frightened and turned pale.

"What kind of thunder is this? Why is there such a fear of facing a catastrophe?!"

Ye Ziqiu's heart was trembling, and his eyes were dull.

He had only experienced this feeling when watching Uncle Master's Transcending Tribulation, but that was Thunder Tribulation! The person in front of him was just a foundation-building monk, and looking at his cultivation alone, he was nothing more than a fake elixir.

Who is this Jiang Han? He can actually control this kind of divine thunder that contains a hint of the power of heavenly calamity.

Moreover, just now he killed Fang Chen with only the flying sword. If he attacks with all his strength, with the flying sword and the power of divine thunder, who here can stop him?

Ye Ziqiu gritted his teeth and secretly resented that the Zixiao Sword Sect was too good at hiding! A genius disciple of Jiang Han's level, no matter which sect he was in, was definitely a core disciple, and his reputation was enough to spread throughout the five major sects.

But they didn't hear the slightest news before the secret realm opened. If they had known that a genius of this level was participating, they would have made preparations earlier, and they wouldn't be so passive now.

He glanced at the fake elixirs of various sects and made a decision in his mind. He inadvertently slowly stepped back half a step, half a body behind a few people, trying to make himself less conspicuous.

There was a flash of thunder in Jiang Han's eyes. He looked at everyone's faces and knew it in his heart. After a moment, he clenched his right fist, and a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

He stood amidst the thunder, with countless divine thunders flashing behind him that could frighten the fake elixir realm, and he said to everyone:

"I'll give you ten breaths to think about it, hand over the elixir, or die!"