C143 It was time to say goodbye to the first perilous situation of the cultivation world

In other words, now that Yi Yan only had the Nine Revolutions Indestructible Vajra Body cultivation technique, the energy stored inside his body could be used. But just by looking at the strength of the Genuine Elemental Energy, he was already at the same starting point as ordinary cultivators, and it was even slightly inferior!

This was because ordinary cultivators were extremely familiar with the True Essence in their own bodies, but Yi Yan was completely unfamiliar with the way to draw energy from his flesh.

It was fortunate that he still had a strong physical body. Furthermore, after being tempered by the flames of rebirth, his physical body had become even stronger after absorbing a large amount of energy from the golden light. It was faintly showing signs of breaking through to the middle stage of the third cycle.

Yi Yan had originally thought that his own strength was enough to contend with the strongest elder of the Heavenly Gan Sect, Kang Yu. Yi Yan had originally thought that his strength was enough to contend with the strongest elder of the Heavenly Gan Sect, Kuang Yu.

It seemed like he would have to endure for a while. He just didn't know how Yating and the other disciples were doing.

They must have received the news from the Herba Fang Sect, and were worrying about themselves.

Yi Yan secretly sighed in his heart.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Yi Yan picked up the black spear that had been floating by his side from time to time, buzzing softly as he carefully examined it.

Ever since his Dantian had evolved and produced the Yin Yang Taiji sphere, the Moon-Devouring Slash that was quietly floating above the Taiji fish was actually trapped within the Taiji sphere and immobilized by the surging energy.

Following the destruction of the Storage Ring and the destruction of all of his belongings, the only treasures that Yi Yan could use right now was the long spear and the Storage Ring that had flown in front of him when he just woke up.

Yi Yan only took a rough look at the storage ring. What surprised him was that there seemed to be an extremely powerful restriction on the ring that prevented his immortal sense from entering!

After all, Yi Yan had already bound it with his blood!

Although the ring only looked like a middle ranked Immortal Artifact, Yi Yan didn't think it would be that simple.

His lower ranked Immortal Artifact's body would not even be able to hold for a few breaths of time here, how could a mere middle ranked Immortal Artifact be able to survive in the heart of the Necropolis of God unharmed for countless of years?

But just looking at the toughness of the material, Yi Yan was definitely not willing to believe in the grade it displayed.

After he was really unable to understand it, Yi Yan could only hide it in his hand.

At the very least, he was certain that this ring contained secrets that he was unable to comprehend at the moment. When he had time in the future, he would definitely go through them in detail, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Once he held the spear in his hand, even though he had dripped blood on it to make it his own master, Yi Yan still felt a slight weight on his hand. The spear shaft of Wu Dian trembled, as if the ferocious tiger that had been sleeping for a long time had finally opened its eyes.

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Until now, Yi Yan finally had the time to look at the spear carefully. He could feel that this spear, no matter how he looked at it, was a high levelled Immortal Artifact, just like the Storage Ring, it had its own secrets.

The spear was nearly three meters long and pitch black in color. The spear shaft was as thick as a goose egg and Yi Yan's big palm actually fit perfectly.

Two finger-sized words appeared near the tip of the spear: Shura.

It must be the name of this spear.

Looking up, the spearhead was not as flat as an ordinary spear, but instead was divided into four corners.

The straight line of the spearpoint was slender and powerful. Occasionally, a cold light would flash past one's heart, causing one to feel a chill all over their body and not dare to look straight at it.

While stroking the Asura Lance in his hand joyfully, Yi Yan suddenly flipped his wrist, and a few gorgeous spear flowers appeared.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Yi Yan's figure suddenly moved, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the sky, he suddenly flashed past, and compared to his speed of teleportation, his movement speed was not any slower.

Not long later, Yi Yan had already arrived at the borders of the Necropolis of God, and stood firmly in the air.

At this time, the dazzling golden profound formation that was originally wrapped around the Necropolis of God had unknowingly changed its appearance into a long, fiery red chain, allowing the Necropolis of God's doorway to appear.

Just that, how could the current Necropolis of God possess even the slightest bit of the majesty of being the number one in the impossible realm?

The emptiness was more like an abandoned cairn.

With a complicated expression, Yi Yan swept his eyes across the empty space in front of him. Not only did Yi Yan recall the scenes that happened since he entered the Immortal Pavilion, he also felt extremely emotional.

The schemes of the Immortal Monarch Shang Long, the siege of Tianqian Sect and Ganlang Sect, the big battle with Kuang Rong and his group, and the life hanging by a thread within the Necropolis of God, had caused Yi Yan to feel like he was in another world.

How could he have known that an ordinary cultivation abode that he had never heard of would lead to so many twists and turns?

With a sigh, Yi Yan tightly held onto the Asura Lance in his right hand because it was locked in place and could not be absorbed into his body. He silently said in his heart: "Goodbye, Cultivation Realm number one, impossible!"

He then ran out without any hesitation and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The small valley where Sang Yuting and her three disciples were staying was still silent. However, aside from Xiao Se, there was another person: Lei Kui.

In a small cave deep in the valley, Xie Yunlei, Si Bailing and the two of them were gathered together, discussing something. Although there were a few warning restrictions set up outside the cave, but the strength of the three of them was not worth mentioning when compared to Master and the two Loose Immortal Stage experts. They also did not want to let the three of them know about the identity of the Xiao Jiujiu, so being careful was unavoidable.

Xie Yunlei cautiously looked at the cave entrance, and asked Peng Tong in a low voice: "Third Junior Brother, have you investigated the specific circumstances of the Zhen Yi City's great pavilion? This is the headquarters of the Herba Fang Sect, if the Ganlang Sect is not withdrawn even when they are in a situation where they are falling out with each other, then there must be a reason for them to do so, and they mustn't rashly go forward.

Peng Tong helplessly rolled his eyes and thought depressingly: "I really can't figure out whether it's you or me who has a grudge with Ganlang Sect, do you think I, Old Peng, can be so worried?"

Peng Tong didn't dare to say these words out loud. Instead, he replied resolutely and decisively: "Don't worry Eldest Brother, ever since we moved here, I have arranged for two disciples to continuously stand guard outside the door of the Divine Phoenix Pavilion, day and night. One of them even had connections with a disciple from the Ganlang Sect. According to him, after his Ganlang Sect became hostile with the Herba Fang Sect, he was very worried about the shops here, and had specially sent their younger brother, Lu Gong, to take care of it with a few elders. When the Immortal Pavilion was being activated, there was a problem inside the Ganlang Sect, and no one could get it to work, so the only choice was to collect all the Writ of Immortal Ascension and have a disciple secretly bring it to the Zhen Yi City, handing it over to the few Guardian Elders, so that they could follow the experts in the Tianqian Sect in. He never thought that these elders would perish together with the few people from the Tianqian Sect. Rumor has it that they all died under the restrictions of the Immortal Pavilion, but I think that the possibility of Master personally taking action is higher. Otherwise, how could seven or eight people die together with him? "Ugh …"

Just as Peng Tong was talking excitedly, he suddenly caught Xie Yunlei by surprise as he glanced over with a sharp gaze. He tactfully stopped his blabbering, and continued in an embarrassed manner: "I don't know why the Ganlang Sect has not sent any experts over, but the strongest expert in the pagoda is only at the middle stage of the Divine Divide Realm. With our strength, as long as we are careful, taking them all out won't be a problem. Eldest Brother, just give the order! "

After he finished speaking, Peng Tong looked at Xie Yunlei with a face full of passion. Ever since he knew that his master had been driven into the first hopeless situation with his Cultivation Realm by the two Rogue Immortal elders, under the interweaving of old and new grudges, he had already hated the both of them to his very bones. Now that he had the chance to find trouble with the Ganlang Sect, the wild blood that Peng Tong had lost while he was a bandit began to boil uncontrollably.

Although Si Bailing did not say anything, from the passionate look in his eyes, it was clear that he was in agreement with Peng Tong's suggestion.

After hearing Peng Tong's information, Xie Yunlei frowned as he slowly walked around.

He was the Eldest Brother, and all three of their lives were on his shoulders. The two junior brothers could be impulsive, but he could not, and had to carefully weigh the strength of both sides before he was willing to make a decision.

In the past, when Xie Yunlei saw his master's decisive attack, he always felt it was very relaxed and extremely envious. However, once the matter fell on him, he finally realized the difficulty of it all.

When the light in Si Bailing's eyes gradually dimmed, Peng Tong was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. He stood up several times and sat down, but just when he was about to be unable to endure it anymore, Xie Yunlei suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared straight into Peng Tong's eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "How certain are you of this news?"

At least ninety percent!" The two men's eyes lit up, and Peng Tong replied without hesitation.

The Fairy Lin Pavilion was located on the most bustling street in Zhen Yi City. Before falling out with the Herbal Mountain Sect, they had provided almost half of their magical equipment to their customers, and after repaying their benefactors, the Herbal Mountain Sect had also left them with a large territory in the most bustling area of the Merak Star Domain.

However, as the masters of the entire Star Domain, it was difficult for them to tear off their faces and take back the shops occupied by the treasure pavilion. This was because it was equivalent to cutting off the ways in which most of the Rogue Cultivator s obtained their treasures, and they had to bear the enormous pressure. In addition, it also left behind an ungrateful impression, so they had no choice but to consider their own reputation.

As a result, the Fairy Doctor became a thorn in Herba Fang Sect's throat, and was unable to swallow or spit out.

Even when they knew that there were no experts in the pavilion, Herba Fang Sect and Zhen Yi City could only watch as Ganlang Sect disciples continued to move about carefreely, and even if they gnashed their teeth to the point of not daring to make a move, they felt so stifled that they were about to die.

Today, however, in front of the entrance to the Quinlan Pavilion, where Zhen Yi City were flourishing without limits and even those in power had no choice but to obey, three uninvited guests suddenly appeared.

The three of them all looked young. Standing at the front was a man in blue clothes with a bit of worry on his face. His bright eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred and strong killing intent.

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