Chapter 230: Where

Looking at the costume, this person turned out to be just a handyman disciple of the lotus school.

The crowd suddenly exploded.

"The handyman disciple actually dare to say this, telling the monks to get out? The Heyin School is really interesting, no wonder the death is imminent."

"I don't know how high the sky is, and I dare to offend the monk. He is dead, and even the Dutch school will suffer. The monk is angry and blood splashes thousands of miles."

"Yes, no one can save him from heaven and earth."

The disciples of the Yunjian School were all gloating, but the disciples of the Heyin School looked at the handyman who came out, silently. This handyman disciple has also been seen by many cultivators, but they don't have any impression. They only know that he rarely speaks, his cultivation level is not high, and he has been a handyman disciple for more than two years.

At this moment, when he came out, he was mad.

Yun Li glanced at the handyman disciple, and seemed to have a slight impression. He soon remembered, and wondered in his heart, "Isn't this why?"

He Qi, in the entry test that Zhou Shu took together, all three test results happened to be C.

Many casual cultivators are the result of this, but only He Qi is willing to start as a handyman disciple, and the others are gone. Everyone knows that the handyman disciple does not have the resources to supply, it is better than the casual cultivation, and there is no future at all.

But this He Qi not only stayed, but also stayed for more than two years.

"What is he going to do?"

Yun Li had a lot of doubts, but there was a faint feeling that most of this didn't come out to die.

Zhang Yuan snorted, his eyes fixed on where he started, then his expression was startled, and his expression became extremely serious.

The facial expression changes only in a moment, but there are many things that happen at this moment.

His glance was not simple, but used a tactic that can only be used in the Nascent Soul Realm, the Secret Skill.

The primordial spirit is used to invade the sea of ​​consciousness of the cultivator, so that the cultivator loses the original mind and wisdom, thereby controlling the cultivator and turning the cultivator into a puppet who only obeys orders.

This method is very insidious. But it's not very useful, because it can only be used for cultivators below the condensing pulse realm.

As soon as the cultivator arrives at the vein condensing state, the sea of ​​consciousness is very stable, and it is not something other cultivators can invade and control.

Zhang Yuan saw that this handyman disciple was only at the fifth level of the Qi Refining Realm. I was so angry that I wanted to control him with the heart-removing technique, then let him kneel to apologize and beg for mercy, then commit suicide in front of countless cultivators. Zhang Yuan would feel satisfied.

However, when his primordial spirit got close to where he started, he felt a wall without holes.

No matter how he urged the soul, he couldn't break it, and there was no possibility of a breakthrough. How could this be?

Even if the opponent is a Golden Core Cultivator, his soul can invade in front of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, which is by no means inaccessible to anyone.

What's more frightening is that the wall seems to be expanding, but it is coming towards him. His soul could not resist at all.

"This person is also a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, and his cultivation base is higher than mine. Maybe, he is even higher than the Nascent Soul Stage..."

Together with such thoughts, Zhang Yuan was frightened, and he quickly retracted his primordial spirit and quickly covered his body, lest he would be counterattacked.

When he used the Heart-Snatching Technique on the Nascent Soul Realm monk, he suddenly felt that he was too absurd.

"Why. Why can't I feel it at all? Is it because I neglected, or does he have any peculiar secret method that can completely hide his cultivation level?"

All the previous Lengao disappeared. His figure receded slightly, his face solemn, as if he was facing an enemy.

Fortunately, the invisible wall stopped three feet in front of him, and then put it back.

The practitioners around looked at Zhang Yuan, and then at the center. I don't know what happened, I'm a little confused.

"The monk didn't shoot him?"

"Is it a self-respecting identity? But even if the cultivator is scolded, he can't bear it. Isn't he a cultivator who wants to stick to his original mind? Is this his original mind?"

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Zhang Yuan slowly raised his hand, "Who is your excellency?"

He Qi glanced at Zhang Yuan and said blankly, "This person and this puppet are mine, you can go away."

The cultivators were immediately stunned, with shocked faces.

He actually "rolled" again, he was like this again.

Don't you die like this? If the monk is tolerant, then even if the monk is more powerful, he will be looked down upon by them.

Zhang Yuan paused and took a deep breath, "Your Excellency, are you sure you want to intervene in this matter today? Old man Tianliuzong elder Zhang Yuan, let's learn about your brilliant tricks."

He floated slowly, his clothes were not windy, and he was hunting and hunting, and his great momentum radiated from his body, which was several times greater than the pressure just now.

As the Yuanli gushes out, the ground shakes and the mountains shook, and the air stagnates. The Yuanli converges within seven or eight miles to form a huge sphere. The outer wall of the sphere is wrapped by a solid and transparent layer of Yuanli. Except for Ding Yuan and He Qi, all the other cultivators inside were squeezed out. The strength was irresistible. Many people flew out for miles and fell to the top of the cliff with bloodshed, and even died.

Zhang Yuan obviously used all his strength for this powerful technique, and a great battle was about to begin.

The cultivator on the side also understood at this time that this handyman disciple was definitely not an ordinary handyman, but a cultivator no less powerful than Zhang Yuan. Before Zhang Yuan didn't give in at all, but didn't know if he could make it through.

"The Heyin Sect actually has a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage!"

"How is it possible, my God, then are we all going to die..."

The cloud dispatcher flying in the air was already completely stupid, staring at the three people in the middle.

Several Golden Core Realm cultivators were pale, their eyes lost their luster, and the things in front of them were obviously unexpected and completely beyond their control.

I thought that with Ding Yuan's puppet, he would be able to take down the Heyin Sect smoothly, but suddenly Tianliu Sect appeared, and then weird Yuanying monks appeared in the Heyin Sect.

"How could this be?"

The expressions of several people were dazed and dumbfounded.

The cultivators of the Heyin Sect were also stunned, even Shen Wen, "Nascent Soul Realm cultivator? We have such a person in the Heyin Sect or a handyman?"

Yun Li's expression became even more bewildering. He Qi was really unusual, and he suddenly felt that this inexplicable He Qi, it might not be a good thing for He Yin to send him.

If you really want to help the Heyin faction, how come the Heyin faction does not appear until it is devastated?

This is definitely not something that a normal Dutch cultivator would do. Although he is in the Dutch sect, most of them have no affection for the Dutch sect.

Zhang Yuan put his hands together, all his Yuanli came out, and the Qibali Yuanli sphere suddenly shrank inward, and within a few breaths, it shrank to less than half a li.

The pressure inside was so great that Ding Yuan was a little unsteady. Seeing that his whole body had turned golden, he was obviously using Golden Core to protect his body.

He didn't move in the middle, his clothes were slightly placed, and there was a cyan long sword in his hand.

The long sword flicked slightly, and a few hair-thin shimmers flashed, drawing a weird and mysterious rune.

With only a few soft sounds, the ice-solid Yuanli ball shattered immediately, and the Yuanli rushed everywhere, converging into a huge Yuanli whirlwind, spreading around.

The onlookers evaded quickly, but not everyone was able to avoid it. Many low-level cultivators were hit by the whirlwind, as if they were struck by a knife array, they were torn into many pieces immediately, and the blood mist flew everywhere. A bleak scene.

Among them, there are those from the Lotus School and the other from the Yunjian School.

Screaming again and again, but the two in the middle didn't care.

He Qi retracted his sword and stood, glanced at Zhang Yuan, and said lightly, "Kunlun, He Qi."

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Yuan was dumbfounded with his hands in the air, and the canopy tower that he originally wanted to release also fell. (To be continued.)