Han Yicai said a few words, and his breath became a little weaker. He felt the injuries in his body. Almost all his internal organs except his heart had broken. Severe pain hit his mind one after another, as if there was a knife in his chest.
And the stomach is churning. If this kind of injury were placed on other people, they would have died long ago.
He took out a few bottles of medium-grade healing elixir from the space ring and poured it into his mouth. The elixir immediately turned into a surge of medicinal power and poured into his internal organs, forming a layer of light green aura that enveloped all the internal organs.
, the internal wounds began to heal slowly.
He took out dozens of bottles of Yuanling Pills and poured them into his mouth one by one. Those Yuanling Pills turned into surging medicinal power when they entered his body and were absorbed by his body. Under Han Yi's control, those Yuanling Pills
Not all of the medicinal power was absorbed by the blood of Kui Long in the blood vessels to replenish the blood, but about 80% of the medicinal power was turned into pure spiritual power and injected into the six-color spiritual beads in the Dantian.
After eating all the dozens of bottles of Yuanling Pills, Han Yi crossed his legs and closed his eyes and began to heal his injuries while recovering his spiritual power.
Qian Santong, Zhao Qianqian, Yun Wuya and Duguhan were stunned. Dozens of bottles of Yuanling Pills were eaten all at once. The extremely powerful medicine was enough to break their meridians.
, but Han Yi seemed to be fine, and his expression didn't even change at all.
"What a monster." Qian Santong thought to himself.
His throat rolled, and he continued to control the airship to fly towards the City of Insect Cultivation.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The flying boat passed through the formation light above the Insect Cultivation City. After a dozen breaths, it arrived at the flying boat tower in the inner city and stopped on it.
Han Yi got off the flying boat first. In half a month, most of his spiritual power had been restored, but his aura was still very sluggish, and his face was so pale that there was no blood. This time, he had lost too much blood.
It won't take a few years to recover.
As soon as he stepped off the flying boat, Han Yi frowned, turned his hand and took out a white jade disk from the space ring. After just one glance at the information on it, his expression changed drastically.
"Captain, what's wrong?" Zhao Qianqian asked.
"Something happened to my friend." Han Yi looked worried, "Go to the mission hall first and hand in the mission before we talk."
Although Han Yi wanted to go directly to Wu Youran, he had to hand over the task first. This time he was attacked and killed by disciples of the Spiritual Academy in the Yilong Mountain Range. He had to report it to the higher-ups of the Insect Cultivation City.
As for the demon king, he could only hide it, otherwise the existence of the giant heavy sword would inevitably be exposed.
After several people left the Feizhou Tower, they went all the way to the Mission Hall.
There are more than a dozen counters in the main hall, and behind each counter there is an old man who is responsible for distributing tasks and verifying tasks. Han Yi came to an unattended counter and looked at the old man inside who closed his eyes and meditated.
"Senior, I am the captain of Team B7, come here to hand in the mission."
The old man opened his eyes and looked at Han Yi.
"It turns out they are foreign monks." The old man suddenly realized, and then reminded, "The Yilong Mountain Range is very dangerous. Make enough preparations before going on missions in the future, otherwise you will easily die in it."
As the old man took Han Yi's token, his expression suddenly changed. He took a deep look at Han Yi and suppressed the shock and horror in his heart.
"Is this your token?" The old man seemed a little doubtful.
"Well, this is my token. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, no." The old man said quickly, "Give me the recorded information."
Han Yi turned his hand and took out a memory crystal and handed it to the old man. The old man put the memory crystal in a wooden box, and then scratched Han Yi's token on the crystal on the counter. Suddenly Han Yi's token
A number 1000 emerged.
Such a dangerous mission is only worth a thousand contribution points...
"Senior, I wonder if we can get additional contribution point rewards if we kill the Demon King in the Yilong Mountain Range?"
"Yes, an ordinary Demon King can be exchanged for 1,000 contribution points, and a top Demon Emperor can be exchanged for 10,000 contribution points."
"How many contribution points can be exchanged for the Demon Emperor who can be compared with the Half-Step Spirit Master?"
"Demon emperors of that level rarely appear outside the Yilong Mountains. Even if they do appear, they are not something you Spirit Emperor monks can deal with. Several captains must work together to hunt them down. However, if you can provide them with
For information, you can also get a reward of one thousand contribution points." The old man said with a smile.
"Senior, you'd better tell me how many contribution points I can get."
"Young man, don't be too ambitious. Although you may have some talent, don't think that talent is everything. Living is the most important thing. You can't deal with that kind of monster." The old man lectured with some displeasure.
Han Yi shook his head, and with a flip of his hand, more than a dozen beautiful demon cores appeared on the counter. Each demon core emitted powerful energy fluctuations and an astonishing evil spirit.
"Senior, take a look at how many contribution points these demon cores can exchange for."
"This is the demon core of the dragon crocodile, this is the demon core of the red snake, this is..." The surprise in the old man's eyes became more intense every time he recognized a demon core of the demon king.
, until he saw the last demon core that shone with golden light and seemed to have a golden arc flashing out, his expression became very exciting, "This, this, this is the dragon bear's demon core."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Yi, extremely shocked. Only now did he understand why Han Yi had just asked him how many contribution points he could get for the Demon Emperor who could compare with the Half-Step Spirit Master. It turned out that this guy actually killed a
A monster of this level is simply unbelievable.
His cultivation level is the Spirit Emperor... The old man originally wanted to sense Han Yi's cultivation level, but based on his cultivation level at the Spirit Sovereign stage, he couldn't tell what state Han Yi was at at the Spirit Emperor stage.
"Is there some hidden treasure?" the old man murmured.
"Senior, what did you just say?"
"Oh, it's nothing." The old man checked all of Han Yi's demon cores. Indeed, they all still contained a trace of blood. They must have been killed recently.
"These demon cores are worth a total of 167,000 contribution points." The old man added the contribution award to Han Yi's token, and then returned the token to him.
"Thank you, senior."
"I really didn't expect that I would encounter such a thing as a Spirit Emperor monk killing a dragon bear in my lifetime." The old man looked at Han Yi with admiration. He is indeed the chosen one. He thought in his heart.
"Senior is laughing. This junior's strength is not worth mentioning in the eyes of seniors. If senior encounters a dragon bear, I'm afraid he can kill it with just a flip of his hand."
"That's true, no matter how strong the Dragon Bear is, he is nothing more than a demon king. In front of us spiritual monks, he can't make any trouble at all. By the way, since you killed the Dragon Bear, have you captured its soul?"
"Senior, do you need the dragon bear's soul?"
"Well, I've been refining a top-quality spiritual weapon recently, and I'm really short of a weapon spirit. Now in the city of insect cultivation, the demon master's soul can only be found but cannot be sought. Even if there is a chance that I can win it, I can only retreat.
The next best thing is to find some half-step spirit masters or the spirits of extremely powerful monsters like dragon bears to make weapon spirits."
"this--"
"Don't worry, I will exchange it with something of equal value, and you will never suffer a loss." The old man said quickly.
"The juniors still don't know the names of the seniors?"
"Oh, it's my elder who is being rude, old Han Zhu. What do you call me, little friend?"
"Junior Han Yi."
"It turns out that my little friend's surname is also Han. It seems that you and I are somewhat destined." The old man shamelessly got closer to Han Yi, "The spirit of the dragon bear..."
"Senior Han, this junior killed the dragon and bear, but he wasted the strength of nine cows and two tigers. He was also seriously injured and suffered a serious loss of energy and blood."
"The loss of qi and blood is serious, right? I happen to have a top-grade blood essence mushroom here, which is a top elixir for replenishing blood qi. For some monks, its value is far greater than the dragon and bear essence."
"It's true." Hearing the words Xue Jing Zhi, Han Yi was pleasantly surprised. This thing is not at all less effective than Bi Mu Tian Ling Shui. It is the best tonic for him.
"Junior, there is one more thing I would like to ask senior for help."
"You said, as long as I can help, I will never refuse." Han Zhu promised.
"Actually, the reason why I was so seriously injured in the Yilong Mountains this time was not just because of the dragon bear. What's more important is that I was attacked by others. After a series of fierce battles, I was seriously injured.
" Han Yi's face became extremely ugly as he spoke.
"Who actually attacked the Shadow Insect Guards of our Insect Cultivation City? Could it be that those guys from the Ten Thousand Demons Forest lurked in the Yilong Mountain Range?" Han Zhu's face was full of anger, and then he was a little confused.
"Senior Han, the guy who attacked this junior is not from the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons, but a disciple of the Spiritual Academy named Beichen Luo."
"The disciples of the Spiritual Academy actually attacked the Shadow Insect Guards in our city of insect cultivation. Are they trying to provoke a war between the two major forces?" The old man was furious. As he spoke, his expression changed, he looked at Han Yi and asked, "What are the disciples of the Spiritual Academy doing?"
Will attack you?"
"Well, actually, this junior was originally a disciple of the Ling Mansion. Later, when he participated in the battle of the Ling Mansion, he killed many disciples and was put on the wanted list by the Spirit Mansion. In the end, he had no choice but to escape to the Chongxiu City."
"How many people have you killed, and you are actually wanted by the Spiritual Palace?" The old man looked strange. As far as he knew, there was no rule against killing people in the Lingfu Competition, and there were even many Lingfu disciples who joined the army in the Lingfu Competition.
annihilated.
"Well, my disciple must have killed more than a thousand people."
"More than a thousand." The old man stared in shock, looking at Han Yi and not knowing what to say, "Are you the god of death?"
"You're not practicing some evil skills, are you?" The old man looked at Han Yi with some suspicion.
"If the junior has practiced some evil skills, can he hide it from the eyes of the senior?" Han Yi smiled bitterly.
"Then what do you want me to do for you by telling me this?"