"With such power, this "Nine Palaces Qingyang Lamp" is definitely not at the level of a magic weapon!"
"It should be a true treasure passed down."
"With the peak cultivation level of the golden elixir, you will not hesitate to burn the origin of the golden elixir and barely activate part of the ability of this lamp. It can indeed greatly enhance the power of the magic fire."
"The power of this level of demonic fire is close to that of fourth-grade spiritual fire."
"No wonder it was able to persist for so long in the face of the encirclement and suppression of Daoyi Holy Land."
"It's just that the source of the golden elixir will eventually be exhausted, and it can't last too long."
"If nothing happens, his demise is imminent."
Liu Yu's eyes were like a torch, looking in the distance where the Dou Fa fluctuations appeared.
Hundreds of miles away, his eyes seemed to travel across thousands of rivers and mountains, taking in everything.
"And Daoyi Holy Land dispatched eight Jindan, and the lowest cultivation level is in the middle stage of Jindan."
"Continue to attack like this, and when the source of the golden elixir is exhausted, it will be the day Kong Qing falls."
"Two are in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, three are in the late stage of the Golden Elixir, and three are at the peak of the Golden Elixir."
“What a great gesture!”
"Especially for this person, his aura is unexpectedly powerful. Even if he explodes with all his strength, I'm afraid he will still be inferior by three points."
"Could it be that this person is the "holy son" of this generation of Daoyi Holy Land?!"
His spiritual consciousness silently locked onto one of the handsome young men wearing gold silk clothes, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.
The moment he glanced at this person, a faint sense of crisis came through his extremely sharp spiritual sense.
This is despite being hundreds of miles apart.
It is foreseeable that if there is a face-to-face confrontation, it will definitely be a disaster.
Because of the time travel, Liu Yuling felt that he was far sharper and more powerful than monks in the same realm, and he had never made any mistakes so far.
Considering that he was probably the Son of Dao Yi, he had to admit that this was an opponent that was currently difficult to defeat.
As the top force in the entire Central Territory, countless high-level and rare resources are at your fingertips. It is not difficult for Saint Dao Yi to cultivate the three paths at the same time.
The resources of the Holy Land can fully support the three paths of cultivation.
Therefore, Liu Yu is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of Qi refining, and may not have the upper hand in body refining or spirit refining.
What's more, Saint Son Dao Yi is ranked tenth on the "Real Person List" in the Central Region.
Looking at the countless geniuses and heroes in the domain, they are all beings in the past life.
The reason why Kong Qing was able to persist at the moment was just because Holy Son Daoyi was just watching and didn't seem to have any intention of taking action.
"With this kind of lineup, under normal circumstances, it would be extremely difficult to save Master Kong Qing."
"With my current strength, if I face the Holy Son of Dao Yi head-on, even if I use all my methods, my chances of winning will not exceed 30%!"
Scanning the battlefield with his spiritual consciousness, and thinking of the rankings on the real person list, Liu Yu gradually came to a clear judgment on the strength comparison between the enemy and ourselves.
Thinking about this, he frowned, feeling very troubled.
First of all, we must save. The follow-up of Qingyang Gong is too important. Now that we have a clue, we must not give up easily.
After passing this village, there is no such shop.
"Since head-on confrontation is not possible, the only option is to use the "Sword of Destruction"."
"You only have one chance to use this sword."
"With one strike, most of the monks will be killed, mainly the Holy Son Daoyi."
"If you succeed in one attack, everything else will fall into place naturally."
"If the attack fails, continue to wait and see the situation. If it doesn't work, you can only run away."
"After all, life is more important."
Countless thoughts rose and fell in his heart, sparks of wisdom emerged from the collision, and Liu Yu's eyes gradually became firm.
Thinking like this, his escape speed did not slow down at all, and he approached the fighting place at an extremely high speed.
"thump"
The black wind wings vibrated greatly, and cyan light pierced the sky.
"Um?"
But when Liu Yu glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness, he saw that Saint Dao Yi, who was wearing gold silk clothes, fair skin, and fluttering robes, seemed to be aware of it.
The next moment, he suddenly looked behind him.
All I could see was a small dot appearing on the horizon, and a ray of blue light approaching quickly.
Liu Yu's judgment was not wrong. Saint Son Daoyi's soul cultivation was also very high, at least one hundred miles beyond the limit of the golden elixir.
It's about between one hundred and ten miles and one hundred and twenty miles.
Compared to him, the gap is probably only a few miles.
This is normal. After all, Liu Yu not only has good innate conditions for the cultivation of the soul, but also frequently takes various spiritual substances that are beneficial to the soul.
And Yuan Shen's artifacts are rare. Even if you are the Holy Son of the Holy Land, you can't take them every day, right?
Liu Yu noticed the reaction of Holy Son Daoyi, and based on his reaction time, he judged that his soul cultivation level should be a little lower than his own, and he felt a little relieved.
It’s a bit of comfort that I’m not at a disadvantage in all aspects.
…
"Boom~"
Regarding the capture of Master Kong Qing, everyone in Daoyi Holy Land felt that they were sure of it, so they were not in a hurry.
After all, the real treasure in his hand does have some magical properties. If there are casualties due to it, it will be too worthless.
As the source of the golden elixir was rapidly consumed, the blazing blue sea of fire was gradually shrinking.
Visible to the naked eye, the aura of the ancient bronze lamp dimmed rapidly.
Realizing that the strange monks were coming, and that they were coming from the direction of Jinwu Guard's guard, two Jindan monks from Daoyi Holy Land immediately withdrew from the siege, and their qi machines locked onto the escaping Liu Yu from a distance.
Of the two, one is at the peak of the Golden Core, and the other is at the late stage of the Golden Core.
As Holy Land monks, their martial arts and magical powers are better than those of ordinary monks, so they consciously have no problem in taking down this person.
As for Holy Son Daoyi, he still had his hands behind his back with a calm smile on his face, and seemed to have no intention of taking action.
For him, this mission was just too boring and he just stopped by to relax.
Even if he didn't take action, his fellow disciples would still be able to complete the mission.
"The person's spiritual cultivation seems to be stronger than mine, and his spiritual skills are also very superb."
"Could this person's purpose be to rescue the remaining members of Qingyang Clan?"
"Interesting, interesting."
Holy Son Daoyi, with his clothes fluttering, quietly watched the development of the situation.
He was accustomed to this kind of detached feeling, and it was very interesting to watch mediocre people fight for life and death.
Moreover, the person who came here was just a Golden Core cultivator, and his cultivation level was only in the middle stage of Golden Core. Even if he had some support, he didn't think he could make a splash.
One hundred miles, eighty miles, sixty miles
"Whoosh~"
The light flashed across the sky, and the more critical the moment came, the calmer Liu Yu's heart became.
Noticing the smile of Holy Son Daoyi who had everything under control, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I wonder if I can laugh again later?!"
Curbing her smile, Liu Yu flashed this thought.
Thinking of this, he took off the "ordinary long sword" from his waist and held it in his hand.
"buzz"
The ruined sword trembled slightly, and the confused sword spirit felt a little excited through the connection between his mind and his heart.
It had not been active for a long time, and seemed to understand that its owner was about to reuse it, so it felt a little excited.
"Clang"
The low sword cry suddenly resounded through the mountains, startling all the flying birds.
Many birds and beasts seemed to sense the crisis and became violent and rushed to escape outside the area.
The sound of clanking swords began to echo among the mountains, changing from deep to loud.
It's like an ancient divine object that has been dusted for a long time. It begins to revive at this moment, and there is a great horror!
With the sword of ruin in his hand, Liu Yu's whole body's aura immediately changed!
It becomes sharp and sharp, like an unsealed sword, its power exceeds the limit of the golden elixir in the blink of an eye, climbing towards a higher realm, and gradually becomes unfathomable.
There is a hint of the meaning of looking up at the mountains.
And at the moment when the "Sword of Destruction" was in hand, the bodies of the nine people who were in the middle of a fight froze in unison, and even the movements of their hands were stopped.
In his spiritual sense, there was an extremely strong sense of crisis.
Holy Son Daoyi's smile froze, and he was no longer as confident and calm as before, and there was also a strong sense of crisis in his spiritual sense.
Looking at the cyan light approaching rapidly in the sky, there was a trace of horror in his eyes!
"How could this kind of power come from a golden elixir monk?!"
"Even if he is the Prince of Daqian, he will never bring himself such a sense of crisis!"
"No, that's not right!"
"This strong sense of crisis does not come from the monk, but from the long sword in his hand."
"But even if the golden elixir monk burns his source and uses secret techniques to barely activate the real treasure, there shouldn't be such a strong threat."
"If it were just a real treasure, it would never pose such a strong threat!"
"Could it be?!"
Thinking of a certain possibility, Holy Son Daoyi's eyes were full of horror. He looked at the approaching light in the sky, his face full of disbelief.
In his spiritual consciousness, as the light approached, a power as powerful as a mountain or an ocean came overwhelming.
A faint murderous intent firmly locked onto him.
At this moment, in the heart of Holy Son Dao Yi, a feeling of nowhere to escape from heaven to earth arose out of thin air.
The other seven Holy Land monks also felt this way for no reason.
Only Master Kong Qing, because he was not targeted, did not feel that way, but his eyes were still full of horror.
Sixty miles, fifty miles, forty miles
Amid the vibration of the black wind wings, Liu Yu stepped within forty miles of the battlefield in just one or two breaths.
"about there."
Thinking this way, his face became calm and his mind was highly concentrated.
To communicate with the sword spirit, Liu Yu held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the broken sword tip upwards.
"Clang"
With the sound of sharp swords, the situation changed in an instant.
The clouds in the sky were suddenly impacted by an invisible force, and instantly collapsed in large areas, revealing a huge hole.
In an instant, Liu Yu entered an extremely special state, using the ruined sword in his hand to control spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles.
"Huhu~"
The wind is blowing and the clouds are blowing, and the grass and trees are low.
The spiritual energy that was everywhere in the world quickly gathered towards Liu Yu under the influence of an inexplicable force.
Because the spiritual energy gathered together is so strong that it even turns into clouds of mist, forming a colorful spiritual energy storm that can be directly observed with the naked eye.
Gold, cyan, blue, red, yellow
Looking around, within a radius of dozens of miles, there are colorful mists of spiritual energy, quickly gathering towards Liu Yu.
After entering the five-mile range, the original color gradually faded and turned into a misty gray.
"As my cultivation improves, the power I exert also increases."
"This time, the range of controlling spiritual energy seems to have increased by one or two miles."
This thought flashed across Liu Yu's mind.
He felt a huge burden, which was almost unbearable in just one or two breaths, and bursts of tearing pain came from his soul.
Although it is possible to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in advance through the Sword of Destruction, it is not an area that Jindan monks can touch after all, and the burden is beyond imagination.
Fortunately, since most of the cause and effect of the Broken Sword has been resolved, the relationship with the sword spirit has improved a lot.
With his active cooperation, the burden was much lighter than last time.
The spiritual energy gathered very quickly, and in just one or two breaths, a huge gray sword shadow was formed behind him.
Gray hilt, gray sword body, simple and exquisite patterns
When Liu Yu raised the ruined sword high, an aura of ruin and desolation quickly spread out in all directions.
He leaned over and looked around, and within a radius of a hundred miles, any vegetation that was affected by the aura of dilapidation and desolation quickly withered.
Households, thousands of mortals, and countless beasts, their flesh and blood are being rapidly eliminated.
Even his skeleton was reduced to ashes, and he didn't know what happened until he died.
The green mountains and green waters soon lost their original color and turned into a delicate gray.
One general's success will destroy ten thousand bones!
Two breaths later, a gray sword shadow hundreds of feet long had taken shape behind Liu Yu.
This state is too heavy a burden and cannot last long.
Without any hesitation, he immediately swung the ruined sword in his hand towards the direction where the eight saints and sons of Dao Yi were.
"Wha~!"
The gray sword shadow behind him also disappeared from its original place following Liu Yu's movements.
"not good!"
"This is a spiritual treasure!"
"Why can a mere golden elixir monk possess spiritual treasures, and why can he activate spiritual treasures?!!"
A fatal sense of crisis struck, and the usually calm and confident Holy Son Dao Yi couldn't help but have a look of panic on his face.
But this question is destined to remain unanswered.
He wanted to use the secret technique to leave, and the secret technique was successfully used, but no matter what, he could not leave the place, and his body seemed to be immobilized by great supernatural powers.
The surrounding space is stagnant, as if you are in the hardest mud and stone, and it is extremely difficult to move.
Seeing the gray sword shadow disappear, Holy Son Daoyi didn't have time to think too much and quickly took out a shining golden talisman to activate it.
Fourth-level middle-grade defensive talisman—gilt iron wall talisman.
Once this talisman is activated, six golden walls will appear all around, guarding this person in all directions without blind spots.
Even if a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul takes action against this kind of defense, it will take more than ten blows to break it.
After doing this, Holy Son Daoyi was still uneasy, and activated his magic weapons and robes one after another to form a series of defenses in an effort to save his life.
He admitted that he did underestimate the heroes of the world before!
Eight people, including Master Kong Qing and others, resorted to various means at this moment to try to save their lives under the power of Lingbao.
Colorful auras flashed, and while the nine people were using various defensive methods, the gray sword shadow had already arrived, sweeping across from left to right.
"Bang bang bang~"
The terrifying power exploded, and the remaining seven people in Daoyi Holy Land did not even utter a scream, and were silently wiped out from the subtle level.
Even the two peak Golden Core cultivators did not survive, and the defense provided by magic weapons and supernatural powers was ineffective.
Only the shining golden wall managed to hold on for a little longer, but it collapsed and was destroyed after an instant.
“Bang bang bang!!!”
The gray sword shadow over a hundred feet swept across, then lost control and fell towards the distant mountains, destroying dozens of mountains in a row, and then its power was exhausted.
With one blow, countless lives were killed and injured, the mountains were devastated, and dust covered the sky and the earth!
"Clang"
The ruined sword was returned to its sheath and tied around his waist again. Liu Yu took a deep breath, and a trace of deep exhaustion flashed in his eyes.
Fighting back his fatigue, his extremely keen spiritual sense spread towards the place where several people stood in Daoyi Holy Land.
"Huh?"
"This person.?!"
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PS: There is another chapter in the evening, I won’t tell you the time, everyone understands