I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Like a solar flare, the Abyssal Fire is so bright and hot that it is difficult not to notice.

In Fangshi at the foot of the mountain, after the formation was alarmed, the monks inside, those in the foundation-building stage and above, rose up with their weapons and flew into the air, while the disciples in the Qi-training stage fled like birds and beasts in all directions.

but.

High in the sky, the three-legged golden tripod that has expanded to ten meters has poured down mysterious flames. It seems slow, but in fact, it is extremely fast.

The next moment the formation was turbulent, a rolling torrent had already fallen on Fangshi.

In an instant, the screams were fierce and short. On the ground, only a handful of peak Qi-training monks who were good at speed survived. The rest were destroyed by the torrent of liquid flames. Their bodies melted in an instant, and their souls were destroyed.

In mid-air, there were three foundation-building stages. As soon as they took off, they were touched by the abyss of fire. They didn't care at first and used magic to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

However, I found that once it was touched, no matter what kind of magic was used, it could not extinguish the flames. The flames burned more and more fiercely, and the soul in the sea of ​​​​consciousness also appeared in flames.

The physical body and the spiritual soul burned together, and in just a short breath, they were reduced to ashes. Even the magic weapons and magic weapons under their feet were burned to ashes in this strange flame.

The falling flames spread even more and spread out into one piece. From a distance, they looked like an eternal flame hell, which made people feel chilled.

Han Yi couldn't help but quietly took a few steps back, not just him, but also other Xuan Dan Sect monks who had their weapons flying in the air.

"No, it's Huo Ming from Xuan Dan Sect."

"Damn it."

"kill!!"

The first two sentences were the exclamations of the monks who soared into the sky from the market, and the last sentence 'kill' was the sound of Huo Ming's heavy shout.

He pinched his fingers gently, and the abyss fire that fell to the ground had already rolled back, turning into a crimson waterfall in the void. With a swish, it rushed towards the only one rising into the sky in the city. He is a monk in the golden elixir stage.

The monk was obviously very afraid of Yuan Huo. He kept moving around and at the same time sacrificed a magic weapon to fight with Huo Ming.

"No need to hold back, just fight quickly and kill them all."

An elder of Xuan Dan Sect shouted softly, and Han Yi recognized that this elder was a late-stage foundation-building monk from Qinglong Peak named Shen Ping, ranked ninth on the Earth Ranking.

The other foundation-building monks who rushed out of the market also had murderous intent, and their magical weapons flew across the sky to attack them.

In an instant, there was a melee above the destroyed city, and the melee spread from the sky to the ground.

Rumble.

Psychic energy exploded, and the sky was in chaos.

This is not the first time that Han Yi has fought with a foundation-building monk. Outside Huainan City in Luofeng County, he and Gu Zhijing had a brief confrontation. However, at that time, he was just starting to practice Qi, and Gu Zhijing had already It is the foundation of decay, which is considered a special case.

But now, Han Yi was facing foundation-building monks whose combat power was at its peak. Gu Zhijing was naturally unable to compare with the foundation-building monks from the Heavenly Soul Sect or the Blood God Sect in front of him.

But Han Yi is no longer the Han Yi he once was.

Stepping into the foundation building and building a first-class immortal foundation, the spiritual sea is vast, a full eighty-eight times. The skyrocketing mana allows Han Yi to display a new attitude in the skills he can display.

For monks in the foundation-building stage, choosing opponents has become instinctive.

Gu Yu, who had been standing in front of Han Yi, was already fighting with a foundation-building monk.

When an old monk saw Han Yi, his eyes shone with silver brilliance, and his eyes were filled with joy.

"kill!"

There was a loud shout, and he was already heading towards Han Yi. In his opinion, the aura of Han Yi was also in the early stage of foundation building, and he was the kind of monk who had just entered the foundation building stage and whose breath was unstable.

This kind of monk's fighting skills are still at the level of Qi training. When he encounters the experienced foundation-building stage, he is guaranteed to be violently killed. Although this old monk is also in the early stage of foundation-building, he is experienced and can live a long time. Advantage.

The best magic weapon of the old foundation builder was a silver ruler. He threw the ruler upwards, and the ruler expanded and turned into a giant ruler ten feet long. The giant ruler cast a silver light curtain, and with a flick of the brush, it moved towards Han Yi struck down at the last moment.

The friction between the giant ruler and the air caused a huge sonic boom. The edge of the giant ruler had an illusory halo. Although the halo was beautiful, it was deadly enough.

If it were just an ordinary monk who had just been promoted to the foundation building stage, his soul would be locked by the majesty of the giant ruler immediately, and he would tremble.

However, Han Yi is obviously not here.

Peng.

The giant ruler crushed the void and hit the ground directly, shaking endlessly.

"Huh?" The old monk said softly, and his body fell down. He waved his hand gently, and the giant ruler shrank and fell into his hand.

The giant ruler just now obviously did not hit the opponent. He raised his eyes and saw a young monk. Compared with the previous moment, he moved laterally about ten meters. Just now, he moved sideways and escaped. His hit fell.

"The speed is not slow." The old monk sneered, but his heart was already trembling.

If you can live longer and gain more experience, you will cherish your life more. Naturally, you will be more alert to certain dangers. You will never blindly think that you will be stronger if you live longer.

Mid-air.

Han Yi had already landed on the ground when he avoided the giant ruler's pressure. Although his face was solemn, there was no fear.

Although the old monk in front of him was stronger than Gu Zhijing, his strength was limited. In Han Yi's heart, he was a little unsatisfied.

However, as the first enemy he faced during his promotion to the foundation building stage, Han Yi would naturally not be careless. He had also encountered many careless monks. The grass on the graves of those monks was now several feet high.

"kill!"

No more nonsense, Han Yi shouted softly, and with his fingers together, the Qingping Sword was quickly swept out. In an instant, it broke through the sound barrier. When the sound exploded, the green and black sword light had already reached the old monk's body. forward.

"What?"

The old monk was startled.

Fast, fast, amazingly fast. He thought that the opponent would need to adjust after landing before he would make a move, because even he couldn't simply complete the charged move with such ease.

And, more importantly, this move is too fast.

Ninety percent of the sword cultivator's power lies in the sword, and seventy percent of the sword's power comes from its speed.

Break all laws quickly.

Although he was shocked, his rich experience made the old monk not panic. He swept the giant ruler in his hand horizontally, and the shadow of the giant ruler condensed into a solid body. He was about to wipe out this sword light, and then pressed forward. , and beat the opponent into pieces.

next moment.

Pfft.

The slight tearing sound of chopsticks piercing the paper suddenly sounded. The tearing sound was not violent, but it shocked the old monk who was sweeping with a giant ruler.

The fatal crisis came to his mind, and he rolled on the spot without even thinking about it. This move, although embarrassing, was extremely useful.

Chi la.

A flash of sword light passed through his arm, bringing up a cluster of blood flowers. The old monk rolled on the spot. He was extremely horrified. Without thinking, he pounced forward again, where he rolled on the spot. At the position, the blue-black sword light had already turned back and pierced through.

The sword light turned back and there was no more strength left.

Han Yi, who was dozens of meters away, was really surprised this time.

This old guy has such a keen sense of danger. Han Yi has never encountered such a monk in his past encounters with enemies.

While feeling awe-inspiring in his heart, the second sword, already glowing with silvery white light, chased after the fleeing old monk.

Qingquan sword.

With the achievement of the first-class Immortal Foundation and the gathering of the first heaven of the Nine-layer Soul Tower, Han Yi's soul became more powerful than ever.

He has tried this before, and he can control up to four top-quality magic weapons without any difficulty. Of course, the best condition is three top-quality magic weapons. In this way, he can exert the strongest power.

The old monk, after a pounce, ran forward. As he ran, his peripheral vision passed to the side and behind, and he saw a flash of silvery white, which was close to him, and beside his ears, there was the sound of clear gurgling spring water.

He waved his right hand while running wildly, and a piece of black cloth swung around the Qingquan Sword.

Stab! !

Silvery light flashed past, and the black cloth split into two pieces.

"So strong?" At this moment, the old monk exclaimed in despair.

The black cloth just now was his second top-quality magic weapon, and it was also a defensive magic weapon. In the early stages of normal foundation building, it would never be so easy to just split one into two.

This guy didn't just build a foundation, but he was a full-fledged killing god.

The old monk's eyes flashed with sternness, and he pounced to the side. The giant ruler he held in his hand, pierced by the Qingping Sword, began to expand, and a destructive aura crazily climbed up from the giant ruler.

Han Yi's heart trembled. This old guy was in a hurry. He was going to blow up his magic weapon and kill both of them.

The tip of the Qingquan Sword pointed upwards and climbed rapidly, trying to avoid the ultimate magic weapon and self-explosion.

The next moment.

The destructive aura suddenly disappeared, and the old monk had already rushed out three hundred meters away. The aura just now was just a cover-up. Moreover, this cover-up was specially designed by him to deceive the same level. Monk's.

Han Yi's eyelids twitched as he stood there.

Twice.

This old monk gave him such a big surprise in his first battle after entering the foundation building period, and twice.

No wonder he can live so long, he is cautious and cunning enough.

The distance was too far, so Han Yi didn't want to have an accident, so he took back the two top-quality swords, stepped on the Qingquan Sword, and carried the Qingping Sword on his back, soaring into the air.

Because he saw, a kilometer away, Gu Yu was bleeding and falling from the air.

A sea of ​​​​fiery red clouds in front of him has been torn apart, and what tears apart the sea of ​​clouds is a huge sword energy.

The sword energy is blood-colored, ferocious and vast. Around the sword energy, a sea of ​​blood is reflected. In the blood sea, there are many blood-colored monsters floating, annihilating, reborn, and reincarnation endlessly.

Han Yi saved Gu Yu in front of him with a scroll of his spiritual consciousness.

"Han Yi, run away." Gu Yu's face was stern, and his eyes were full of determination to die.

All Xuandan Sect monks were already prepared to die for their sect before joining this fight, and Gu Yu was no exception.

If I can kill one, I'll kill you one by one. If I can't, I'll drag you to death with me.

The silvery white light flashed and collided with the huge sword light in mid-air.

Peng! !

The light of the sword shattered, and the illusion of the sea of ​​blood disappeared instantly. A monk appeared behind the sea of ​​blood.

This monk also looked like a young man. His face was calm, and he was holding a bloody long sword in his hand. The blade was only one inch long, and there was no decoration except for the bloody color all over his body.

The young man looked at Han Yi from a distance and showed a hint of interest.

"Sword cultivator."

"A newly promoted foundation-building monk from the Xuan Dan Sect?"

"interesting."

"I remember that there was once a newly promoted Foundation Establishment Stage monk in your sect who drew his sword at me. However, that monk couldn't withstand my three blows. I hope you can give me a surprise."

This monk happened to see Han Yi's move from below. The aura on Han Yi's body made it obvious to all the foundation-building monks that he had just been promoted.

"Don't ask?"

Han Yi raised his eyebrows.

Han Yi naturally thought of a name for killing a monk from the Xuan Dan Sect with three swords. Don't ask.

Many years ago, when the Xuandan sect traveled to Taibai County, in the Dragon Slaying Temple, Mo Wen was killed by the sword cultivator Mo Wen. After three swords, his body died, his soul dispersed, the sword shattered, and the handle broke. It was the Supreme Elder Zhuge Wuyou who went to retrieve the Fire Ni Sword and put it in the sect.

"Oh, you have heard of me, so you should know the fate of the swordsman who challenged me."

"Come on, give me a surprise."

Mo Wen licked his lips, showing a trace of madness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bloody knife in his hand had already been chopped down, and the huge sword light emitted a sea of ​​blood, crushing him over.

Gu Yu held back his seriously injured body and frantically squeezed out his magic power. The broken sea of ​​fiery red clouds regrouped and he pushed forward. A huge collision sound was heard.

Under this knife, Gu Yu's body was even more seriously injured. He struggled to get up, but was unable to fight anymore. The sea of ​​clouds that had been torn apart again began to roll, obviously trying to self-destruct and die with Mo Wen.

"Senior Brother Gu, wait a minute."

Seeing such a situation, even if Gu Yu self-destructed his magic weapon, it should not pose a threat to Mo Wen. At most, it would make him a little embarrassed and hit him, which would not help.

Han Yi had to take a step forward, feeling solemn in his heart.

The opponent is very strong.

In his pale golden eyes, the aura on Mo Wen's body merged with the looming sea of ​​blood behind him.

This is a god of death who emerged from a sea of ​​blood and slaughter.

Although it is only in the early stage of foundation building, in terms of realm, it is the same as Gu Yu, Han Yi and others, but in terms of aura, it is better than them.

When You Wu first entered the foundation building stage, in just a few years, he was already a strong man in the early stage of foundation building. Then, in Taibai County's Dragon Slaying Temple, Mo Wen, with his sword pointed at him, died with three swords.

It can be seen that Mo Wen is definitely not a stepping stone to be killed by others.

Han Yi stood in front of Gu Yu in a flash. Then, without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and pressed it in the air, and a little spiritual light burst out from his fingertips.

Lingxu means.

With a flash of inspiration, he had already crossed dozens of meters and shone in front of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen's expression didn't change, and he slapped Han Yi's weak finger away with his long knife.

However, with the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, the magic power that can be compressed by using the Lingxu Finger is far stronger than that in the Qi Training Stage, both in terms of quality and quantity.

Peng.

The spiritual light exploded, and the long knife paused slightly. In the sea of ​​blood reflected around the blood knife, there was a monster that suddenly exploded and sank into the sea of ​​blood, never to climb out again.

Mo Wen shook his head. Such spells were somewhat effective against other people in the early stage of foundation building, but they were not enough to deal with himself.

However, the next moment, his eyes raised.

In front of his eyes, a spiritual light filled the sky, overwhelming the earth. At first glance, he thought it was a plague of locusts.

"interesting."

There was a smile on Mo Wen's lips, and the bloody knife in his hand had been slashed down. Although this knife was only a top-grade magic weapon, it was the most top-notch magic weapon.

There is also a gap between the best magic weapon and the best magic weapon.

Generally, the top-quality magic weapons used in legendary Qi training are the most common top-quality magic weapons. The top-quality magic weapons used in the early stage of foundation building are relatively powerful top-quality magic weapons, and the top-quality magic weapons used in the middle stage of foundation building are The most top-notch magic weapon. As for the powerful ones in the late stage of foundation building, a few already have magic weapons. Just like Huo Ming, who already owned the Yuanhuo Cauldron when he was in the late stage of foundation building.

Mo Wen's blood sword has an extraordinary origin, and it can fight even against monks in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

The bloody knife fell, and the terrifying sword energy and blood sea collided with the spiritual light in the sky.

In the spiritual light, an ultimate golden light bloomed, and the spiritual light was like a shuttle. In an instant, it was within ten meters of Mo Wen.

However, Mo Wen did not appear panicked, but instead had a ferocious smile on his face.

"No, not enough, far from enough."

The long knife in his hand flew into the air for the first time, like a blood-colored swimming dragon. The dragon's head was raised high and it spit out a mouthful of blood-colored dragon breath. The tip of the dragon's breath was the tip of the knife.

boom! !

The blooming golden light was extinguished in an instant.

The golden light shuttle was split by the blood knife. Han Yiru was hit hard and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

"Weak, too weak."

Mo Wen shook his head, with regret in his eyes, and looked at Han Yi as if he were looking at a dead person.

With a flash of light on his arm, Tenglong's bloody knife swept downwards at a high speed, like a meteorite falling to the ground, and even the sonic boom was left behind the knife.

Right now.

In the still-extinguished Lingxu finger storm, two sword lights reflected each other, intertwined and climbed up, like a trapped dragon ascending into the sky, which was truly stunning.

One is green and black, the other is silvery white.

Regardless of whether it is blue-black or silver-white, these two sword lights are all glowing with hot light red light, and the tail of the sword drags a gorgeous red light, like two comets soaring into the sky.

call out! !

Mo Wen's eyes flashed with surprise. He thought that the golden light shuttle just now was Han Yi's only means. After all, it was extremely rare for a monk who had just entered the foundation building stage to hold a top-quality magic weapon.

But he didn't expect that Han Yi actually had three top-quality magic weapons, a golden light shuttle and two swords.

This surprise was the only surprise in his eyes since he defeated Gu Yu.

"interesting."

With a smile on his face, the bloody knife fell and collided with the two climbing sword lights.

The void shook, and then, at the center where the two swords collided, a psychic storm began to sweep outward.

Crash.

The air was violent for a moment, and Han Yi retreated more than 20 meters to Gu Yu's side. He took him back and retreated for fifty meters before stopping.

at the same time.

call out.

In the violent spiritual energy, the two swords had been knocked back, and Han Yi drew them back with his spiritual thoughts.

One green and black, one silvery white, suspended above Han Yi's head.

Green and black as usual, silver and white with traces.