Chapter 245: Entering the Duantian Mountains

Liuyunzi's Shura Claw has already practiced the five-point true teaching. Facing Qin Yun, the enemy who killed his disciples, was even more vicious. He grabbed Qin Yun's dantian directly. Just when everyone thought Qin Yun had to retreat, Qin Yun faced Shura Claw with one palm, and actually planned to fight Liuyunzi head-on. Just when the two were in contact, a golden light filled Qin Yun's palm, like a Buddha's golden palm, and the nine-character runes in the palm formed a magical formation, breaking through the black flame of Shura Claw.

Chilly, a heart-wrenching pain came from the palm of his hand. The corrosive force of Shura Claw passed through Qin Yun's protective golden light and stained on his palm. The black air seemed to be spiritual and flowed into his body along with Qin Yun's golden bloodline. Feeling the terribleness of this corrosive force, Qin Yun did not dare to be negligent at all. The powerful power of qi and blood accompanied the nine-character rune and forced the black air out of his body bit by bit.

While forcing out the corrosive force, he grabbed Shura claws in his palm regardless of the damage. "You can't run away." Qin Yun's cold voice was like ice in the cold snow, piercing Liu Yunzi's eardrums. Liu Yunzi didn't expect Qin Yun to block his Shura claws, which meant that he was defeated, and his face turned gray. If he wanted to say something, Qin Yun didn't give him a chance. A scarlet sword passed by his neck, and a thin red line remained on his neck.

The Chixiao Sword cut Liu Yunzi's throat and did not stop. The scarlet light rayed around the back and puffed through Liu Yunzi's heart. The Chixiao Sword was pulled out, and then another puffed sound. Liu Yunzi's dantian was pierced. With a thump, Qin Yun let go of the hand that grabbed Liu Yunzi and let him slide to the ground.

As soon as it landed, Liu Yunzi's head rolled up and rolled straight to the feet of the three disciples. Scarlet blood gushed out of the cut neck, and blood was also rolling in the heart and dantian. With a cup of tea, a living Xuanpin cultivator had become a dead man. The master and disciple of Hongwu Sect were stunned and looked at Qin Yun with white hair coldly. His white clothes were covered with Liu Yunzi's blood. Due to the effect of the forbidden dust formation, Qin Yun's clothes were spotless, and the blood kept dripping from his clothes, ticking, and it was still extremely clear in the howling wind and snow.

Liu Yunzi's three disciples looked at Qin Yun, who was like a god of killing, and their eyes were filled with fear. Their thinking could not turn. Their master was a late-stage Xuanpin cultivator. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a dead person. How did they accept this?

"Master!" Zhao Ling'er's shrill voice cut through the wind and snow, spreading thousands of miles away, pounced beside Liu Yunzi's body, and cried, "Master, why are you dead? How could you leave your disciple and leave like this." No one noticed that a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes. Zhao Ling'er understood that even Liu Yunzi was dead at Qin Yun's hands, and she and the two senior brothers were not Qin Yun's opponents. For the sake of the current plan, if you want to escape, you can only have a hard plan.

Puchi, the tavern was cut in half, and the strong wind and snow had already accumulated a thick layer of snow on the floor of the tavern. Qin Yun stepped on it and walked towards Liu Yunzi's three apprentices step by step. When he walked to Zhao Ling'er, who was crying, Qin Yun paused and glanced at the woman. Zhao Ling'er felt Qin Yun's gaze, and she was panicked and cried even more and more sadly.

Puchi, Qin Yun's footsteps sounded again, and he continued to walk towards Zhao Ling'er's two senior brothers. When he heard Qin Yun leave, Zhao Ling'er was happy, but he did not dare to show any of them, and still cried loudly. She did not realize that the Chixiao Sword in Qin Yun's hand had changed silently into a monk's appearance. Han Qing held the Chixiao Sword and stood respectfully behind Qin Yun.

"Kill her." Qin Yun's cold voice sounded. Han Qing turned around, with no emotion in his eyes. He raised his sword and fell. Zhao Ling'er's crying stopped abruptly. His head flew out, and blood spurted out ten feet. The headless corpse fell beside Liu Yunzi with a thud. Qin Yun's footsteps stopped, and with the sound of Xixue squeezing, he walked towards the remaining two.

Zhao Ling'er's senior brother saw Qin Yun walking towards them, and was so scared that he knelt on the ground with a thud and kept kowtowing. Needless to say, they knew they were begging for mercy. The originally arrogant disciple of the Mingyue Gate Artifact Temple is now lying on the ground like a boneless dog, trying to get his life. Dongdongdongdong, the two of them kept knocking on the floor, leaving a circular pit on the snow-covered floor, and the head was broken, and a large area of ​​snow around it was dyed red.

Qin Yun was very disgusted with the disciples of the Qitang 500 years ago. He relied on the numerous magic weapons and kept bullying other disciples. Their medicine hall was better and they controlled the elixirs of the entire sect. If they wanted to speed up their cultivation, they had to rely on the medicine hall. Those ordinary disciples were in trouble. They were neither disciples of the Medicine Hall nor disciples of the Qitang, nor were they the strongest martial arts disciples. They were bullied by the Qitang disciples. Although Qin Yun was protected by Yao Chenzi and did many evil things, he did not kill ordinary disciples like the Qitang disciples. Once, the Qitang disciples killed people, but the Qitang did not react at all. This matter seemed to have never happened, which made Qin Yun angry.

Looking at the two kneeling on the ground, Qin Yun had no sympathy in his eyes. When Zhao Ling'er wanted to kill him, these two had no sympathy at all. Now it was their turn, how could Qin Yun be foolishly kind-hearted and let them go back to report to Mingyue Gate. Pup, the two sounded lightly, and the Chixiao Sword in Han Qing's hand made a cheerful whistle and became even more red and terrifying. Two round heads rolled to the ground. Qin Yun put away the Chixiao Sword and walked towards the master and disciple of Hongwu Gate.

The deaths of the four masters and apprentices of Liu Yunzi were still vividly remembered. The master and apprentices of Hongwu Sect were a little scared. The master was a little better. After all, he had seen some bloody scenes and had killed people. The disciples were a little unbearable. When they saw Qin Yun walking towards them, their bodies were trembling. The eyes of Qin Yun were as if they were looking at a devil.

"The cultivation world is either you kill me or I kill you. This is even more true after entering the Duantian Mountains. When the treasures are born, countless disciples with luck are trying to seize the treasures. The so-called victory is too much, and it is inevitable that there will be a bloody spurt. In this way, do you still have to follow me?"

The old man and his disciples were all stunned, hesitating for a moment. Qin Yun understood everything when he saw the expressions of the two, and sighed. He picked up his straw raincoat and hat in the corner of the tavern, shook off the snow covered on it, put it on his body, and threw it to the scared little one, a piece of energy stone, and his figure disappeared little by little in the wind and snow, and left.

The master and disciple of Hongwu Sect looked at Qin Yun's departure and could not say anything to keep him. It was not until Qin Yun's figure disappeared that they realized that perhaps they had missed the best opportunity to retrieve the remains of the ancestor. Now only the two of them may not be able to survive in the Duantian Mountains.

In the cultivation world, ignorant kindness is not long. The master and disciple of Hongwu Sect are obviously practicing in the mountains. They do not care about the world, nor do they know that the people in the cultivation world are sinister. They are not even as good as him five hundred years ago. At least he knows that some people are evil and will kill people. But these two people don’t understand that if Qin Yun does not kill the four people from Mingyue Sect, then the three of them may die. Although the old man from Hongwu Sect is also in the late stage of Xuanpin, he will lose his momentum when fighting with a ruthless person like Liu Yunzi. He is afraid of his actions. The result can be imagined.

In the heavy snow, Qin Yun no longer looked back at the tavern and took out a storage bag. The storage bag was embroidered with a Kirin cloud pattern. It looked like a relatively high-level storage bag. It was valuable and the space inside was much larger, at least a hundred times that of a storage bag like Guanqi Stone. This storage bag was taken down by Qin Yun from Liu Yunzi.

When he opened the storage bag, Qin Yun's spiritual sense kept searching in the storage bag. After a moment, he showed a hint of surprise. After flipping left and right, a dark stone appeared in his hand. There were lines of small characters engraved in ancient seal script. Each word exuded a surging demonic energy, feeling the endless demonic energy. Qin Yun didn't need to look at it and knew that this seemingly incomplete stone was the Shura Demon Frugal Era he was looking for, Shura Hand.

In the ancient times, unlike now, he could use jade slips to record the exercises and convey their thoughts. Ancient monks could only carve their experiences on jade, and carefully consider every word. Unlike jade slips, they could convey divine thoughts and imprint the little insights of the exercises. The appearance of stone books was earlier than jade. According to Qin Yun's speculation, it may be that in the early days of the ancient times, these monks would not deliberately polish stones, but instead used materials on the spot, and would not deliberately modify them.

Qin Yun was coveting this stone of Shura Demonic Frugality when he was at Mingyue Gate. Unfortunately, he was in a low status at that time and could not have touched this stone at all. Unexpectedly, after five hundred years, it flowed into Liu Yunzi's hands. In the end, Liu Yunzi was killed and it was in his hands.

After obtaining the practice method of Shura Hand, Qin Yun was not in a hurry to rush to the Duantian Mountains. After deriving from the saint of Tianji, it would take more than a month to be born. When it was brought to the Duantian Mountains, it was the time when the strange treasure was born. If the strange treasure had not been born, it would be useless even if it arrived early, and maybe it would still take his life. Qin Yun would not do such a fool and entered the Duantian Mountains, one of the eight dangerous places. After obtaining the Shura Hand, he could find a cave to practice well.

Rumbled, the golden light kept shining in the wind and snow. Qin Yun opened a cave dozens of feet deep with the Golden Sky Sword, and blocked the entrance of the cave with gravels. It won’t take long to build the heavy snow outside to bury the entrance of the cave, and there was no trace. Qin Yun was not at ease just like this, so he carefully arranged five layers of bans at the entrance of the cave, be careful and no big mistake. If he was disturbed at all times, he might lose his life. After Qin Yun was resurrected, he used his life to joke with his life.

Everything was arranged properly, Qin Yun sat down in the dark cave, took out the stone and studied it carefully, and with his eyesight, he clearly came to his eyes. After about a stick of incense, Qin Yun's attention was removed from the stone.

The heart was extremely turbulent. The ancient Shura Demonic Art was divided into three chapters: Shura Hand, Shura Heart and Shura Demon Blood. Qin Yun didn't know what Shura Demonic Blood Qin Yun not only knew, but also practiced successfully. He himself did not expect that the residual chapter of the martial arts reflected in the soul fragments was actually the ancient Shura Demonic Art and Shura Demon Blood practice.

A drop of black blood was quietly suspended in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. This drop of demon blood was made by Qin Yun's clone of his transformation into a demon. As long as there is this drop of demon blood, he can transform the blood in his body into demon blood and transform into a demon. The cultivation of Shura's hand requires the transformation of the vital energy in his body into demon energy bit by bit. Only when all the vital energy in his body is transformed into demon energy can he be considered successful in cultivation. Qin Yun does not need such trouble. His chaotic vital energy is originally composed of the fusion of the extremely powerful vital energy of life and death immortals and demons. With just one thought, he can control the changes of the chaotic vital energy as he wishes. If you want the demon energy, the dantian will be filled with demon energy in a blink of an eye.

Qin Yun's mind moved and ignited the demon blood in the sea of ​​consciousness. The demon blood quickly spread in his body, dyeing all the golden blood in his body. The treasure body that was originally emitting golden light suddenly turned into a demon god with black light. In the dark cave, a pair of blood-colored eyes opened, Qin Yun transformed into a demon, and exponential murderous aura overflowed from his body, shocking his mind.

After turning into a demon, Qin Yun's thoughts moved, and the demonic energy in his dantian immediately became abundant. After hundreds of years of hard work, after he obtained the practice of Shura Hand, he had achieved great success in his cultivation. He condensed the demonic energy in his body little by little on his hands. His hands, which were originally burning black flames, were immediately covered by black air, as if he was covered with a layer of fine scales on his hands.

With a light wave of his hands, a rumbling sound rang in his ears, the mountains collapsed and the ground broke. The cave he had just opened collapsed under his grab and turned into a pile of gravel. Looking at the scene of smoke filled the surroundings coldly, Qin Yun was a little shocked. He didn't expect that a simple grab would cause such great damage. He laughed loudly, and in an instant, the surroundings echoed. Qin Yun kicked under his feet, and Shura's body rose from the ground and flew towards the Duantian Mountains at a speed that ordinary people could imagine.

In the sky, Qin Yun's black figure passed by like a meteor. Wherever he passed, the cold wind was hoarse and the white snow melted. Before the wind and snow reached his body, he automatically avoided it. Qin Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of looking down on the world. At this moment, who can do it?

The Duantian Mountains arrived in the blink of an eye. Qin Yun slowly faded away the body of Shura, dissipated the black flames, and landed lightly in front of a bare mountain range. The mountains stretched for thousands of miles and could not see the end at all. A shocking gully dividing the Duantian Mountains in half. The gully exuded a shocking aura, which made Qin Yun suddenly have an illusion. Could it be that this ravine that leads to the sky caused?

As soon as this thought arises, it is wiped out by Qin Yun. It is a joke. Even a true immortal cannot do this. Who else can do it? Qin Yun looked up at the existence in the sky. I am afraid that only it can create this scene.

The wind and snow stopped in the Duantian Mountains, and there was still white snow a hundred miles away. A world came over a hundred miles, but it was bare and without a trace of vitality. From Hong Ze's suicide note, it was learned that the Duantian Mountains became the battlefield of the ancient times, and there were many vicious weapon spirits in it. If you could find a magic weapon without a weapon spirit, it would be a huge fortune. However, this fortune depends on whether the cultivators who came in dare to take it. Maybe they would be torn in half by the guardian spirit in the next moment.

Qin Yun carefully walked into the Duantian Mountains, and the two words Duantian at the entrance were engraved into the minds of the monks here. In the past, none of the monks who entered this place could come out alive. However, when the strange treasure was born, the monks who thought they had the opportunity entered the dead land one after another, and life and death were in front of the temptation of the strange treasure, making them pale and powerless.

As soon as Qin Yun stepped into the mountains, he felt a force entering his body. Of course, when he checked himself, there was no abnormality. "Full." Qin Yun immediately thought of two words: Full is a mysterious thing in the cultivation world. Some monks were shrouded by great fortune in their lives, and could be tripped by spiritual medicine when they walked. Some monks were born with poor luck. They were so-called people with poor fortunes. The spiritual medicines they bought with a lot of money may be fake. Of course, the premise is that they did not lose the heavy money halfway.

The luck is so mysterious. Only by jumping out of the three realms and breaking away from the five elements can you see a trace of your luck in the dark. Qin Yun didn’t know how lucky he was, but felt a strong force entering his body in the dark. I guess his luck was also extremely strong at this moment. I don’t know what it is compared to those genius disciples in the holy land.

Deep in the mountains, red glows are shrouded in it, and there is still more than a month left for the divorced treasure. Qin Yun did not meet a monk when he entered the Duantian Mountains. I wonder if they entered the Duantian Mountains early or had not yet come in. Regardless of others, Qin Yun's purpose this time was mainly to make the magic transformation grass needed by the mysterious man, and to see if he had the opportunity to find the immortal training grass. The ancient battlefield must be full of death. If there is no here, it will be even more difficult to find other places. If possible, the strange treasure will still be fought for. Those who can enter the Duantian Mountains are people with luck. People without luck come in, and even the saints of the feathers may fall. The eight dangerous places are not just famous.

Not long after he walked, Qin Yun found a broken Fangtian halberd inserted on the cliff ahead, with rusty halberds. I don’t know how many years have passed to wash them. Although the body of the halberd is rusty, the aura emitted from it shocked Qin Yun. After so many years, is there any weapon spirit in Fangtian halberd? Qin Yun was questioning and carefully flew towards Fangtian halberds and landed next to Fangtian halberds. After careful observation, he found that there was nothing abnormal, so he reached out to grab it.

Qin Yun grabbed Fang Tian Ji and made a clanging sound. All the energy in his body was concentrated in his hands. He pulled out Fang Tian Ji. Before he could look closely, he heard a scolding from afar.

"Bold, this thing is not something you, a minor cultivator, can you let it go quickly, so as not to be killed." In the distance, a few black shadows flew towards the cliff where Fang Tianji was located, and fell in front of Qin Yun in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!