Infinite true path

After reaching the tenth level of Qi Condensation, Huan Yin's combat power had soared astonishingly. He even felt that Mo Shaoge was no longer his opponent and he could cross the realm to challenge!

It has never happened since ancient times that a monk in the Qi Condensation Stage defeated a monk in the Gathering Stage, because the gap in great realms cannot be made up no matter what. However, the "Infinite Sutra" left by Venerable Wuliang has the unpredictable power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, so Huan Yin, who is at the tenth level of Qi Condensation, seems to be able to break this iron law.

After Huan Yin's cultivation reached the limit, he walked out of the secret room. When Li Ji and Guo Yu saw Huan Yin, they were both shocked because Huan Yin's state was so strange.

Next, Huan Yin quickly got the news from the two of them that the spy was being hunted, so he rushed out of the sect without saying a word and rushed to the battlefield.

He needs to kill!

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The screams of the Wan Du Sect disciples echoed in the open grassland, and every time Huan Yin killed one more person, his shriveled body would become fuller.

Huan Yin, who was like the wind, kept moving through the crowd, killing wildly. At this moment, he was dominated by blood lust, and he even felt that the screams of the Wan Du Sect members were so pleasant.

"Young Master, save me!" Huan Yin approached a Wan Du Sect disciple again, and the disciple immediately collapsed on the ground. It's not that he doesn't want to resist, it's just that he has seen too many resistance from fellow disciples before. Even the resistance from fellow disciples at the ninth level of Qi Condensation and Dzogchen Perfection has no effect at all in front of Huan Yin.

Mo Shaoge was already furious, but Huan Yin was too fast. Before he could take action, he saw that several of his classmates had turned into mummies and fell down.

"How dare you!" Mo Shaoge yelled, raising his hand to stroke his seven-stringed lyre, and unleashed a series of air currents towards Huan Yin.

Huan Yin naturally saw Mo Shaoge take action, but his figure remained still, directly controlling the Xuanwu shadow, and continued killing without taking Mo Shaoge's skills seriously.

Mo Shaoge's series of magic attacks quickly hit Huan Yin. Although Huan Yin was blasted away instantly, he did not suffer any damage. He also followed the direction of the blast and directly killed another person. In front of the disciples of Wan Du Sect, the next killing begins.

"Damn it!" Mo Shaoge was anxious. He had no idea that Huan Yin would become so powerful after not seeing him for a few days.

Mo Shaoge flew up and drew closer to Huan Yin. Then he touched the piano again with his hand and shouted: "The second note, the geese fall on the sand!"

As Mo Shaoge finished speaking, the cry of a wild goose suddenly sounded, and then a phantom of a wild goose appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Huan Yin.

This time, Huan Yin felt threatened by Mo Shaoge's technique, and he finally stopped. He was still holding a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who was in the middle of the eighth level of Qi Condensation in his hand, and the strange smile on his face remained.

"Ah..." A desperate roar came from the mouth of the Wan Du Sect monk who was caught by Huan Yin, and then he lost weight inexplicably, like a flower withering in an instant, and became a mummy.

And Mo Shaoge clearly saw that the moment Huan Yin killed his fellow disciple, his body became fuller again.

"What kind of evil magic did he practice? It's so terrifying!" Mo Shaoge frowned.

After Huan Yin saw the wild goose shot by Mo Shaoge approaching, he held back the mummy in his hand, then took out the fairy sword and turned the snow and slashed at the wild goose. A white light flashed from the wild goose, and then the wild goose's body unexpectedly Half of it was frozen instantly in the air, and its flying speed also slowed down.

However, it was not easy for Huan Yin to fight against Mo Shaoge's wild goose. His face turned slightly red, obviously due to the shock. However, Huan Yin did not hesitate at all. He took advantage of the goose to slow down and flew back. While retreating, he lifted Hua Xue up again, pointed at the goose, and said: "Hua Xue!"

Then, the ice on the wild goose began to melt instantly. However, it was not just the ice that melted. At this moment, the goose's body began to melt together with the ice on its body.

"So strong!" Mo Shaoge was secretly shocked. He raised his hand and touched the piano again, shouting: "Third note, ambush from all sides!"

Huan Yin resolved the crisis and was about to rush towards the next cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, when suddenly his heart tightened inexplicably and his body suddenly slowed down. The next moment, more than ten strings suddenly rushed out from the ground in front of him, directly cutting off his path.

The strings that rushed out looked extremely sharp, emitting a cold light under the sunlight.

Huan Yin felt quite a danger on the strings, so he immediately changed his direction and killed the Wan Du Sect monks on the other side. How could Mo Shaoge allow Huan Yin to kill again or stroke his hand again? Suddenly another string of music rushed out from the ground, blocking Huan Yin's way again.

However, Mo Shaoge still underestimated Huan Yin's speed. Although Huan Yin was blocked twice, his body was still flexible and he quickly bypassed his blockage and rushed into the middle of the disciples of Wan Du Sect. He started killing again.

With an angry look on his face, Mo Shaoge directly placed the piano in front of him. The seven-stringed lyre floated in the air, and Mo Shaoge raised his hands, danced his fingers, and started playing towards Huan Yin.

This time, Mo Shaoge cast the spell with almost all his strength. As the exciting sound of the piano sounded, streams of air and illusory geese flew out one after another, and strings continued to rush out around Huan Yin.

Huan Yin was bombarded by a large number of Mo Shaoge's spells, but his figure remained unchanged. Even though he was injured, he continued to kill among the Wan Du Sect disciples.

Gradually, Mo Shaoge's piano music became more and more urgent, and his pressure on Huan Yin became more and more intense. However, every time Huan Yin killed someone, his cultivation level increased by one point, and the threat of Mo Shaoge's magic became smaller and smaller to him.

"He is getting stronger. Killing people can make him stronger. How is this possible!" Mo Shaoge saw the changes in Huan Yin and looked surprised. He played wildly with his hands, but found it increasingly difficult to stop Huan Yin.

"Fourth note, Spring White Snow!" Mo Shaoge shouted, his fingering suddenly changed, and it actually started to snow heavily where Huan Yin appeared.

As soon as the heavy snow came out, Huan Yin instantly felt like he was in an ice cellar. Not only was it extremely cold, he felt like his blood was almost freezing. However, Mo Shaoge's method was able to stop Huan Yin, but it also instantly caused the Wan Du Sect disciples around Huan Yin to have the same experience as him, being completely enveloped by the spell.

Before Huan Yin could slow down, the Wan Du Sect disciple who was shrouded in heavy snow fell to the ground first, his whole body stiffened and died instantly.

Mo Shaoge naturally knew that his fourth tone would accidentally hurt his fellow disciples, but he had no other choice, because if he didn't take action, those fellow disciples would still die at Huan Yin's hands, but if he directly killed them, he would not be killed. Let Huan Yin become stronger.

Finally, Huan Yin's figure was revealed. He reached out and struck into the storage bag, and a fan appeared in his hand. Then, he threw the fan into the air and shouted: "Giant Fan!"

The giant fan flew into the air and opened on its own, and then clouds and mist suddenly appeared on the originally blank fan. The next moment, the clouds and mist receded, and a huge god flew out of the fan, holding a mace in both hands to kill Mo Shaoge.

Huan Yin's current cultivation level is far beyond that of that evil young man. Under his driving, the power of the giant spirit fan increased sharply. When Mo Shaoge saw the giant spirit coming towards him, he immediately felt threatened, so he changed the sound of his piano and turned the geese and air currents that were originally intended to kill Huan Yin, towards the giant spirit to resist it.

In this way, the pressure on Huan Yin's side instantly decreased again. He used all his strength to resist the extreme cold and rushed out again to hunt down the Wandu disciples.

Huan Yin had killed more than seventy people, and his body was no longer shriveled, but had recovered more than half. He knew that the more people he killed now, the more confident he would be against Mo Shaoge.

However, almost half of the Wan Du Sect members had died in Huan Yin's hands, and the rest had fled in all directions. It had become difficult for Huan Yin to hunt them down.

"Kill twenty more, kill twenty more and I can defeat Mo Shaoge!" Huan Yin stabilized his mind and moved crazily on the grassland. It looked like he really wanted to kill all the members of Wandu Sect. The killing is here.

On Mo Shaoge's side, the giant spirit wielding a mace was extremely powerful. The first and second two notes he played at the giant spirit were unable to disperse the giant spirit, and even the giant spirit gradually forced itself towards him.

Veins popped up on Mo Shaoge's face. He changed his playing technique again and said in his mouth: "The fifth note, sunset flute and drum." This time, his piano sound suddenly amplified, with him as the center, spreading crazily to the surroundings.

Among the music that came out, bursts of flutes and drums came from nowhere and spread into the hearts of everyone who heard Mo Shaoge's music. Then, the giant spirit not far from Mo Shaoge began to become a little sluggish. It seemed that it was affected by Xiao Gu, and its combat ability was greatly weakened.

The moment Huan Yin heard the sound of the drum, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and it kept vibrating violently with the sound of the drum, causing his internal organs to surge instantly. However, the Wan Du Sect disciples who heard Xiao Gu's voice were completely different from Huan Yin. The spirits of these Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples were instantly shaken, their escape pace instantly accelerated, and the frightened expressions on their faces slowly faded away. It seemed that Mo Shaoge's piano music gave them great encouragement and motivation.

"The Juli cultivator is indeed far from comparable to the Qi Condensation realm. Not to mention the many methods, they are all weird and unpredictable. They are really powerful." Huan Yin couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart when he saw Mo Shaoge's technique.

However, Huan Yin quickly raised his sword to turn snow, pointed it in the air and said: "Make snow." As soon as he said his voice, the heavy snow falling in the air instantly turned into rain three feet away from him. , continuing to drip towards the ground.

The cold feeling eased instantly. Huan Yin looked at the disciples of Wan Du Sect who were running away with a bloodthirsty look, and chased them out again.