I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Wherever you look.

There are stacks of fairy mountains, all kinds of fairy spirits, many fairy palaces, and endless fairy palaces.

Han Yi was shocked. There were seven great worlds in the Beidou Realm. He had experienced three of them, Yuheng, Tianquan, and Yaoguang, but no matter which one they were, they were far from such a grand occasion.

Combined with the Taixu Immortal Search he had experienced, Han Yi already had a further guess about the vast and boundless Immortal Dao atmosphere in front of him, that is, the place he was at at this moment should be located in a certain Broken Immortal Realm.

The scene of the endless fairy world in front of us is naturally the scene one hundred thousand years ago, when the Daluo fairy world was not broken.

The virtual world where the projection fell turned out to be a certain Shattered Immortal Realm, which Han Yi never expected. Moreover, looking at the size of this dojo, the origin of this Shattered Immortal Realm is absolutely astonishing.

In addition, Han Yi looked around and found that in this dojo, the Immortal Palace, the Immortal Palace, the Immortal Tower, and the Immortal Tower were all intact and intact. It was not like the 99% collapsed scene in the Eternal Immortal City. This scene also made Han Yi's heart palpitated.

"Where exactly is this place?"

This is the second time that this doubt has arisen in his heart, and this question naturally refers to where this Broken Immortal Realm is located and what its origin is.

In fact, because he was so shocked, Han Yiyouqie did not fully believe that in the blink of an eye, he had stepped from the Yuheng Realm to a mysterious Broken Immortal Realm.

Because he did not pass through Liangjie Mountain on the way, this was different from what he knew.

However, the changes in light and shadow after taking the previous step, and the scene of him being pulled down when he appeared, were the same as his experience in the Immortal City of Eternal Rest. What he currently deduced was that he was in the Broken Immortal World. Moreover, this Broken Immortal Realm is much higher level than the original Broken Immortal Realm in Eternal Rest Immortal City.

He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the turbid air to calm himself down first. Then, he did not try to move his body. At this moment, he was in a certain immortal peak that was not too dangerous. He was looking at Ahead, there was an endless distant place, endless atmosphere of immortals, and there was no sound. Not to mention the immortals, even the ordinary monks could not see a single one. This scene was extremely wrong, which made Han Yi wary.

After a full two hours, Han Yicai calmed down his divergent thoughts and became slightly accustomed to the pressure of the Broken Immortal World. He was extremely vigilant, held the Qingping Sword, and walked down to the Immortal Peak. Along the Qingping Sword, he sensed Walk in the direction of the split sword.

For him, if this sword can be fused with another split sword and promoted to a spiritual treasure, his combat effectiveness will definitely skyrocket in a short period of time.

Moreover, after taking a step from the Yuheng Realm to the Shattered Immortal Realm, Han Yi discovered that the split swords he sensed from the Qingping Sword were more firm and should no longer be wrong, while the originally emitted The Suizhu Token, which glowed as red as fire, was no longer abnormal and calm was restored.

Han Yi couldn't figure out why the Suizhu Token was silent again, but now that the matter was over, even if the Suizhu Token changed again, he would still choose to find Qingping's Sword Sword first to improve his strength.

Along the direction of induction, Han Yi walked very slowly at first, even like a mortal, cautious to the extreme.

But two days later, Han Yi saw nothing unusual, so he gradually increased his speed. Although in this dojo, due to the coercion rules that were much stronger than those in the Everlasting Immortal City, he could not even fly, but with the power of magic and physical body , His speed is also extremely fast.

In addition, this dojo is too big. Although the spiritual consciousness does not dare to spread and explore, before on the Immortal Peak, as far as the eye could see, it was within the scope of the dojo for at least dozens of miles. Now, after walking for two days, Although he passed many huge palaces along the way, Han Yi did not dare to enter them rashly. Instead, he avoided them all and only passed through the outside world.

This dojo was full of weirdness, and he couldn't help but be careless.

The speed is getting faster and faster. Han Yi's figure is like lightning, running in the dojo. Although his momentum is strong, his voice is not loud, and his aura is almost "nothing". This is the embodiment of his extreme performance of the disguise technique.

On the fourth day after he entered the dojo, he sensed Qingping's splitting sword and ran wildly near a huge fairy palace. Suddenly, he noticed something, his face changed wildly, he stopped suddenly, and then, his body flashed , he had appeared next to an inconspicuous side hall, found a hidden corner, and silently pressed against the wall, turning into a statue, motionless.

The moment he hid his figure, eight figures escaped one after another from a huge fairy palace at the core of this palace complex a few miles away. At this time, Han Yi saw the shape of the huge fairy palace. The door is open for people to come in and out.

The eight figures that flew out were extremely fast, and the aura on their bodies was no longer covered by the full force of their escape. From a short distance away, Han Yi could still clearly see the faces of these monks, either frightened or ecstatic. Or crazy, to name a few.

Han Yi's heart trembled, because judging from the aura, among the eight figures, the weakest ones were all Nascent Souls. The two running in front were extremely fast, and the auras on them made Han Yi even more frightened. They were clearly late cultivators of the Nascent Soul. for.

A rough analysis showed that this was a powerful team composed of two late-stage Yuanying monks, three mid-stage Yuanying monks, and three early-stage Yuanying monks. Looking at their expressions, Han Yi had already guessed in an instant that this group of Yuanying cultivators were The monks, through unknown means, opened the gate of the fairy palace, sneaked into it, and obtained the spiritual objects that made them ecstatic. Then, when they encountered danger, they fled in fear.

In the flash of lightning, Han Yi's thoughts were rising and falling, and he had already surmised this conjecture.

However, let alone danger, even if there is no danger, knowing that the gate of the Immortal Palace can be entered and exited, Han Yi will not enter for the time being. For him, the top priority is to find Qingping's divided swords and fuse and transform them so that Qingping can be promoted. Lingbao, by then, his strength will also increase greatly, and he will have more room for maneuver when encountering danger again.

Seeing the eight figures fleeing for several miles in the blink of an eye, Han Yi looked at the gate of the Immortal Palace in confusion. Could it be that the pursuer couldn't leave the palace?

But in the next moment, his expression changed and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Reflected in his eyes, a figure that was not very strong suddenly appeared in front of the Immortal Palace. With Han Yi's eyesight, he could not detect at all whether the monk came out of the Immortal Palace or came out of the Immortal Palace. Wherever it comes from, its speed is like teleporting.

This is a monk wearing a blue robe. He looks like a young monk and carries a long blue sword on his back.

What shocked Han Yi even more was that the young monk did not stand on the ground, but was suspended in front of the palace.

"A god? Or a half-immortal? Or an immortal?"

The thought flashed through Han Yi's mind that this place was strange, but those late-stage Nascent Soul monks just now were unable to fly. Han Yi naturally speculated that only monks above the level of God Transformation could fly here with their strong strength.

As soon as he finished his thoughts, Han Yi saw the young monk and took a look at his hiding place. Han Yi looked at each other and his heart palpitated instantly.

What kind of look is this? It's so cold that it's almost emotionless, and surprisingly, it has no killing intent. It's as if the soul in this body is not a human being, but a puppet. This puppet operates according to certain rules.

Han Yi was horrified. He already knew that he had been discovered by the monk in green robes, and was about to run away. But the next moment, he stopped, because the monk in green robes, suspended in front of the open line of the Immortal Palace, waved his hand gently. Even Han Yi couldn't see the trajectory of the cyan sword behind him.

As his thoughts jumped, Han Yi had already thought of something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the eight Nascent Soul cultivators several miles away. When he saw it clearly, a cold air suddenly flowed from the soles of his feet along his legs and back spine. It rushed up to his head and went straight to the Tianling Cap, making him feel cold all over his body. Even at this moment, even the breath that had been reduced by the disguise technique fluctuated slightly because of the extreme shock.

The reason for such horror and shock is that at this moment, a few miles away, the eight Yuanying monks were enveloped by a thick cyan airflow. Above the airflow was a long cyan weapon hanging high in the sky. sword.

No.

That was not the flow of air, but the sword energy exerted by this long sword.

The cyan sword energy was extremely thick, and it fell down like a cover, covering the Eight Yuan Ying. Or, to put it another way, this cover evolved from the sword energy into a sword energy space that was close to the realm.

In that sword energy space, the eight Nascent Soul monks rose up to resist, half-stepping the spiritual treasure, and the breath of the spiritual treasure rose into the sky, but they were completely unable to break through this sword energy world, and the desperate roar stopped abruptly.

In just half a breath, there was no one left in the world of sword energy. Even the Qiankun Ring and the main battle spirit treasure on the eight Nascent Souls were turned into powder under the blue sword energy, then became nothingness, and disappeared. This is the world.

But there were three items, emitting light of different colors, suspended in the cyan sword energy. They were not damaged at all and were not close to each other. Han Yi did not dare to look at them more. After just one glance, he looked away.

And just at this glance, blood was already dripping from his eyes. The green sword energy was thousands of miles away. Even he couldn't bear the sight of it. It burned his eyes. Facing the sword light like this, Han Yi felt that he would never be spared.

A few miles away, the green long sword shook slightly, the sword energy dissipated, and the three spiritual objects soared into the sky.

The green-robed young man waved gently, and was ready to take in these three spiritual objects that exuded spiritual light from a few miles away.

Han Yi was already preparing to escape. No matter what, this young monk was so terrifying. He was at least a transformed god, or even a half-immortal stronger than the transformed god. He could not tolerate Han Yi staying any longer.

But just when he stood up suddenly, something suddenly happened again.

The three spiritual objects that streaked across the sky were instantly pulled in three directions by several terrifying suction forces. Then, three figures suddenly rose up around them, grabbing the spiritual objects in their hands and putting them into the body. , and then flew away wildly, escaping in three directions.

When the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, it is gone in an instant.

Han Yi was shocked again.

"The one on the left, I have seen in Soul Shadow. He is one of the seven major human forces in Tianquan Realm, Tianhuang Daojun of Qianyuan Sect."

"The one on the right is wearing a four-color python robe of Daqian. He is most likely the new Duke of Daqian, Pang Sheng."

"The one in front, judging from his appearance, is not the god of the Yuheng Realm. He should be the god of the other six realms, just like Taojun Tianhuang."

At a glance, thoughts flashed, Han Yi made a guess, and his heart was shocked again. He didn't expect that there were three transformed gods lurking around him. The water here was too deep, no matter what the three spiritual objects were, no matter what they were. There are any spiritual objects in the huge fairy palace that Han Yi cannot get involved with.

He hesitated no longer and ran away with all his strength. After three breaths, he subconsciously glanced at the top of his head and saw that the young man in green robe was already holding a spiritual object and drew it from above his head. Too long and short.

Han Yi saw the spiritual object clearly and his pupils shrank. That spiritual object should have been obtained by Daojun Tianhuang. Doesn't this mean that Daojun Tianhuang, in just three breaths, had already Killed by the sword by a young man in green robe?

So easily, this green-robed monk is by no means an ordinary god, and is even very likely to be a semi-immortal. As for the immortal, Han Yi also had this idea, but he felt that it should not be such an immortal. At that moment, the three dared to seize the immortal. The god of food should have been beheaded.

The levels were so different that Han Yi couldn't even make conjectures and couldn't be sure.

In just a split second, he suppressed all his thoughts and ran as fast as he could, his heart almost jumping into his throat.

This long-lost feeling has not occurred for many years. The last time, he was swallowed into the inner space by the Sky-Swallowing Demon God and reached the Shaking Light Realm.

After a full hour, Han Yi stopped. Even he couldn't suppress the thumping sound in his chest. He took a deep breath and gradually calmed down his racing heart.

But even after he calmed down and was out of danger, Han Yi's face still became heavy.

Danger.

Too dangerous.

In the scene just now, it was perfectly appropriate to say that Yuanying was not as good as a dog. Even the transformed spirit was killed in a few breaths and could not make any trouble.

At the same time, Han Yi's doubts emerged one after another.

"Where exactly is this place?"

This was the third time he was confused. This time, what he was confused about was that the green-robed monk looked like a guard. In this Broken Immortal Realm, not only were there many immortal palaces and palaces intact, but they were also intact. There were guards, and the green-robed guard was so powerful that he could not even transform into a god for three breaths before falling silently.

In addition, one hundred thousand years have passed since the Daluo Immortal Realm was shattered. Has this young man in green robe survived for one hundred thousand years?

But, how is this possible?

In the classics of the Yuheng world, the life of a true king is one thousand, and the life of a god is three thousand. If he is promoted to a semi-immortal, his life span can be nearly ten thousand before he has passed through the immortal tribulation. After surviving the immortal tribulation and becoming a true immortal, his life span will be 10,000 yuan. , there is only one Yuanhui, that is, one era, one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years.

This green-robed young man can live for a hundred thousand years. Could it be that he guessed wrong that he is really a true immortal?

But the strength of this true immortal is too weak, so he actually let the cultivator of the gods take away the spiritual object from his hands?

Han Yi shook his head secretly. There were too many secrets that he didn't know, and his conjecture was missing too many elements. It was no longer speculation, but just random thoughts.

In the early stage of effective speculation, there must be enough factors to infer four from three, or make up ten from eight. This is reasonable and has a high accuracy rate. If there are only three and seven is missing, and ten is inferred, the final result will be completely different.

After calming down again, Han Yi held the Qingping Sword and continued to move towards the direction of the induction. However, only half an hour later, he quickly hid again, because there was already another person high in the sky, several miles away. A monk in green robes flew across the sky. This monk in green robes did not look young, but middle-aged. Moreover, his eyes were emitting a green light, as if he was searching for something.

Han Yi tried his best to lower his breath, but he always felt that the crisis was approaching, and his hair stood on his head. When the green-robed monk arrived a mile away, he felt the crisis was at its peak. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he no longer concealed his breath, and his breath changed. , but let his own breath blend into the pressure of this dojo, consistent with the breath of the palace wall next to it.

Magical power, shape-changing.

really.

After the aura changed, Han Yi's sense of crisis instantly decreased. In the sky, the patrolling green-robed monk flew across the sky. He paused slightly and seemed to be confused. However, after some exploration, he quickly passed by and Nothing fell.

"Fortunately, I escaped." Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, several miles away behind him, a dozen auras burst out instantly.

Rumble.

The sword energy flew across the sky and fell wildly. A monk exuding the power of a brilliant god. His ever-increasing aura stopped abruptly and his body fell.

In an instant, more than a dozen breaths dispersed in all directions without any intention of confrontation.

Han Yi was horrified and was about to continue running away, but he suddenly stopped. Among the dozens of scattered breaths, he noticed a familiar breath.

His face hesitated for a moment, but he made up his mind in an instant, because the aura he sensed was clearly related to Bai Yuya, one of the eight great Nascent Soul sects in Daqian, the owner of Baiyu Tower, Baiyu Zhenjun.

On the one hand, he still owes a lot of favors to Bai Yulou. On the other hand, this dojo, and even this Broken Immortal Realm, is too terrifying and mysterious. Han Yi needs to know more about it. Naturally, he cannot trust other monks, but if it is Bai Yulou He still trusts Zhenjun.

Thinking of this, he chased after him at an extremely fast speed, but compared to True Lord White Jade, he was still slower. Just when Han Yi was about to give up, he sensed the aura of True Lord White Jade, but suddenly turned around and headed towards him. Come.

Han Yi's face was stern, and he had already ducked away, hiding in a hidden place in a relatively inconspicuous side hall. When the White Jade True Monarch was approaching fiercely, his spiritual consciousness came out and only wavered to convey a voice.

"True Lord White Jade, I am Han Yi of the Xuandan Sect. Believe me, if you hide here, I will find a way."

This is all Han Yi can do. If True Lord White Jade does not trust him, then he will not expose himself and put himself in danger.

However, the legendary great monk of the generation, Bai Yuya, the owner of Baiyu Tower, was quite courageous. Without even hesitation, he instantly changed direction and rushed towards Han Yi.

Han Yi's face was solemn, and when he was a hundred meters closer to him, his mana was already surging, and he pointed out.

Magical power, shape-changing.

This magical power transformed from the art of disguise can not only act on oneself, but also on other creatures. Han Yi once conducted experiments in the back mountains of Xuandan Sect, turning monkeys into giant bears and big trees into giant bears. For the monkey, let your breath expand and exude the spirit of transformation.

Magical power, shape-changing.

This magical power of change has broken away from the category of illusion and is close to the wonders of Zhou Tian's transformation. It is not far from the magic of immortality. Moreover, this magical power can act on himself and others. This is why Han Yi dared to use Bai Yuya to The main reason for calling over.

Under this finger, the aura on Bai Yuya's body had the majesty of this dojo. A look of shock flashed in his eyes, but he immediately responded and suppressed all other changes in his body, and his body disappeared under the wall. If you hadn't seen him face to face, you would have thought that he was part of the dojo and the wall of this side hall.

At this moment, the two of them were less than twenty meters apart, but they were in such a tacit understanding that they were speechless and didn't even dare to use their consciousness.

In the second breath after Bai Yuya's breath changed, a monk in green robes passed by from high in the sky. Han Yi raised his eyes and saw the monk clearly, his pupils trembled slightly.

The third place.

This green-robed monk was different in appearance from the two he had seen before, but his clothes and sword were quite the same.

The previous guess has more evidence.

These green-robed monks should be the guards of this dojo. However, even the guards are so strong. It is extremely terrifying to capture and kill the gods in a matter of seconds.

After a full stick of incense, Bai Yuya dared to send a message with his spiritual consciousness. However, there was no shock in the message, only a sigh.

"Han Yi..., Fellow Daoist Han, I didn't expect you to also enter Qingxuan Dojo."

Han Yi was shocked. This 'Qingxuan Dojo' showed that Bai Yuya knew much more than he did. He thought for a while and responded via voice transmission: "Fellow Taoist Baiyu, I came from the virtual world a few days ago. The projection has entered this place, and from what my fellow Taoist said, I should know a lot about this... Qingxuan Taoist Hall, can you tell me?"

Bai Yuya did not hesitate and conveyed calmly: "Fellow Taoist Han rejected Dong Chang's invitation and did not participate in the Beidou Immortal Association. I think he could only enter the Qingxuan Dojo through projection. Don't worry, now, this is no longer a secret. It’s okay to inform fellow Taoist Han about the matter.”

As soon as Bai Yuya said these words, many thoughts emerged in Han Yi's mind.

Who is Dong Chang?

An invitation from the Beidou Fairy Club? Could it be that he was referring to Dong Hou?

Bai Yuya knows about the Beidou Immortal Society. Is he a member of the Beidou Immortal Palace? So what does this Broken Immortal Realm have to do with the Beidou Immortal Society?

Where exactly is this Qingxuan Dojo?

As soon as the thoughts came up, they were suppressed by Han Yi one by one, waiting for Bai Yuya's explanation.