I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy Chapter 744: 330: The power of Gui Xu, shocking the Xuan imm

Chapter 744: Chapter 330: The power of Gui Xu, shocking the Xuan immortal

“Eh?”

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out; the owner of this voice was a young-looking cultivator.

On the other side.

Han Yi, who took a step using his Light Realm supernatural power, did not stop but took another step forward.

But this ti, he felt a huge force helping him, and instead of teleporting one mile forward as he should have, he only covered a distance of seven hundred ters.

Han Yi waved his hand, and the robe on his body instantly lit up with rays of light. Gold, silver, black, copper, and blue, the five-colored light flickered slightly and then disappeared into the void around him.

Under the five-colored sword light, there was a subtle streak of dark green and black energy.

When he sensed the killing intent, he took two more steps in a row. Being blocked, he imdiately activated the Returning Ruins Sword Array. Although this sword array was an attacking one, its defensive power was extrely strong.

Moreover, the hidden Green Reed Sword within the Returning Ruins Sword Array could also be used as a hidden weapon, ready to be activated at any ti.

This was the risk-avoidance instinct he had honed through nearly a hundred years of cultivation, amidst countless crises.

Next.

He turned to look around, his eyes narrowed slightly, as a spiritual treasure, the Soul Loss Bell, appeared in his hand.

For him at this mont, with the Returning Ruins Sword Array and the Green Reed Sword, the physical damage was already enough. Although the Xuanhuang Taiji Plate was a Middle Grade Spiritual Treasure, it had no offensive power and only had an auxiliary function.

Therefore, besides the Returning Ruins Sword Array, his strongest ans was naturally the attack on the Divine Soul. Coupled with his practice of Alchemy Skill, through which he nourished his Divine Soul, he had raised his Divine Soul cultivation base to the Nascent Soul peak. Now, the Soul Loss Bell, in his hands, was undoubtedly a powerful weapon.

At this mont.

He found himself in an independent space enveloped by dense Spirit Light. Standing at the edge of the independent space, his second step with the Light Realm supernatural power was blocked by the Spirit Light, making him unable to move forward.

More precisely, this independent space should be a space cut out by the Formation, which ant that he had stepped into a Formation right after turning into the alley.

“Fifth-stage Formation.’

“Tai Chi Mysterious Light Array.”

Han Yi’s expression turned solemn. He recognized this Formation; he had read through countless Formation-related books and jade butterflies in Xuancang Palace. With a quick judgnt, he understood what kind of Formation this was.

However, just because he knew the origin of this Formation, Han Yi’s expression grew even more solemn. This Formation, depending on the eye, had two states.

One was the Fog state, which belonged to Fourth-stage and lower Formations. It could trap people in a space filled with fog.

The other one was the Spirit Realm state, which belonged to a true Fifth-stage Formation, capable of cutting off space in a short ti, forming a separate realm. Although this realm was far from being a real world, it could block any exploration and withstand the attack of Spirit Transformation Level cultivators.

At this mont, the Tai Chi Mysterious Light Array should be in the second state, naly, the Fifth-stage Formation, Spirit Realm state.

In the central position of the Formation, there was a figure facing him, his eyes filled with killing intent, but also a trace of unease.

This man was none other than Yuan Qinghong, who had a grudge against Han Yi.

At this mont, Yuan Qinghong’s heart skipped a beat, and unease erged because Han Yi’s reaction was too fast, faster than all his predictions.

Behind Yuan Qinghong, on the right side, two hundred ters away, a middle-aged cultivator held up a huge hamr in his hand but didn’t launch an attack. The cultivator he aid at dodged Chu Zhi’s nearly sneak attack-like sword, and in an instant, his aura had moved to the other side of the Formation.

He quickly turned around, with a hint of a fierce smile still on his face, but his eyes growing extrely solemn.

This middle-aged cultivator called Wang Xijin was one of the two cultivators whom Yuan Qinghong had hired to kill at a great cost.

About two hundred ters to the left behind Yuan Qinghong.

A young-looking cultivator turned even faster than him, staring at Han Yi who had already reached the opposite side of the Formation. The ‘eh’ sound just now was made by him.

This youth was Chu Zhi, who practiced the Body Refining Technique, maintaining his youthful appearance in exchange for great combat power.

In his eyes, killing intent flickered, and a ray of sword light circled back from below, hovering above his head, revealing a gilded long sword. The Sword Tool emitted an aura of nobility, as if it belonged to an emperor.

After Han Yi turned around, what he saw were three cultivators, turning around with clear killing intent, staring at him. He glanced at Yuan Qinghong and then moved his gaze away, focusing on the youth who had just made a move, posing the strongest threat, Chu Zhi.

“Nascent Soul Late Stage.”

“No, not just that. This young cultivator gives the feeling that his level of danger surpasses that of Nascent Soul Late Stage.”

“Hiding his strength?”

Han Yi’s gaze swept over the middle-aged man with the heavy hamr, and his eyes remained unchanged. This man was only at Mid-stage Nascent Soul, not giving Han Yi a strong sense of danger, even weaker than Yuan Qinghong.

Then, he refocused on Yuan Qinghong, his eyes condensed, and in the next instant, he launched an attack.

From the mont he noticed the abnormal Spirit Light around him to his Light Realm steps, being blocked, turning around, recognizing the Tai Chi Mysterious Light Array, and then scanning the trio in a glance, identifying Yuan Qinghong, not saying a word, and directly attacking— all this happened within half a breath.

“Kill!”

With a light shout, Han Yi already shook heavily, his divine sense surged, blessing this Divine Soul Spiritual Treasure.

What was strange was that there was no sound from this shake, but in the dead silence, a wave of energy spread out in a fan shape, rushing forward with Han Yi at the center.