Mortal Cultivation, Demon Immortal

Everyone in the field was in low spirits, but they dared not speak out.

After Senior Brother Gu explained the rules, Elder Qingmu worked tirelessly and raised his hand, and several piles of treasures floated in the air.

There are small black wooden signs, antidotes, a "Resource Collection" booklet, and weapons.

He waved his long sleeves, and twenty-nine small wooden signs flew in front of Yi Han and others.

"Everyone, drop your blood on the token." Elder Qingmu spoke with disdain, carrying unquestionable majesty.

What he said was indeed true.

Distribute identity tokens for Yunxi Sect’s enslaved disciples to everyone.

Yi Han did not hesitate, grabbed the token, gently scratched the blade with his finger, and dripped blood on it.

After a moment, Elder Qingmu made a hand seal and shot a green light at the tokens in their hands.

Yi Han stared at the token and saw a flash of green light. His drop of blood sank into it without leaving a trace.

"This token records your identity and points. The cost of losing it will be very high." Elder Qingmu sneered, gave a few instructions to Senior Brother Gu, and then turned into a stream of light.

Senior Brother Gu followed his instructions and distributed the antidote and booklet to everyone. He then threw the weapons on the ground and said in a cold voice: "Everyone choose one, practice on the spot tonight, and we will have arrangements tomorrow."

After saying this, he called over two yellow-robed disciples and ordered them to guard the place, and then he left with the others on swords.

Yi Han and Chu Yaoer took the antidote, put away their identity tokens and booklets, then sat down cross-legged, each picking up their new weapons and examining them carefully.

Yi Han still chose the sword, and he felt that the sword was extraordinary as soon as he picked it up.

The sword is made of strange material and is very heavy. A chilling aura runs through the palm of my hand and penetrates deep into my heart.

However, this sword shows signs of having been used.

"Huh?" Yi Han found two crooked small words engraved on the sword and couldn't help but let out a light exclamation.

Looking closely, it was engraved with: Zhao Qing.

Yi Han guessed that this should be the name of the original owner.

I don’t know if the original owner is still alive.

Yi Han no longer dwells on this matter.

Then I thought: Could this be the same flying sword that Senior Brother Gu controls?

Then he shook his head and decisively killed this guess.

But Yi Han also wanted to try out this sword to see if there was anything special about it.

So he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and tried to inject a little magic power into it.

In an instant, a faint glow appeared on the blade.

Yi Han was delighted.

Wait quietly for a moment, and there will be no special changes.

Yi Han did not give up and tried a few more times, but the same result occurred every time. He then gave up his curiosity in disappointment.

Chu Yaoer was also looking at the newly acquired sword.

The blade is slightly wider than before, and there are strange patterns on the blade, making it look like a magical weapon.

Chu Yaoer remained silent, her expression was quite complicated, showing surprise, worry, and confusion.

After a moment, Yi Han felt Chu Yaoer's inquiring gaze, so he turned his head to look at her and nodded slightly with firmness.

After pondering for a moment, Yi Han took a deep breath, closed his eyes, concentrated, and began to practice.

With two yellow-robed disciples guarding the place, he felt quite relieved.

However, what made Yi Han's heart tremble slightly was.

He actually felt a little hungry.

At the same time, he found that his ability to absorb and convert spiritual energy was quietly weakening.

"It seems that the effect of the previous elixir has begun to fade." He frowned secretly.

"I don't know if there is this medicine in this branch pavilion. I will have to exchange it for a few pills later."

The night passed quietly.

The faint light of dawn has not yet completely dispelled the darkness.

The sharp sound of a flying sword breaking through the air was suddenly heard.

Yi Han suddenly opened his eyes.

More than twenty yellow-robed disciples picked them up one by one as if they were selecting items.

Yi Han was grabbed by a big hand and lifted into the air in an instant.

Yi Han's heart tightened.

It wasn't because he was picked up again.

But...Chu Yaoer was not with him.

Each of these yellow-robed disciples only captured one person.

Yi Han quickly turned back to check and found that Chu Yaoer was being taken in the opposite direction.

Not only Chu Yaoer, everyone dispersed and flew out in different directions.

Of course, there were also people coming from the same direction as him.

It seems that this is to disperse them.

Yi Han felt a little disappointed after losing Chu Yaoer, a powerful helper.

But he is not the kind of person who complains about everything, and he only uses the power of others, not relies on it.

The disciple who caught him was not flying very fast, which gave Yi Han the opportunity to observe the forest below.

He saw a huge ravine with no end.

Could it be that this was the ravine opposite the cave where he hid when he was being chased by the monkeys?

While he was guessing, Yi Han had already crossed the ravine.

Yi Han just hoped that this person would not fly too far, after all, he could not fly.

If the return journey is long, it will definitely take a lot of time and energy.

After a long time, Yi Han was thrown into an unfamiliar forest.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional roar of wild beasts, which was even deeper and more ferocious.

Yi Han gently drew his sword from its sheath and quickly looked around.

The most urgent thing is to find a safe place and read this "Resource Collection" carefully first.

After that, secretly investigate the strength of the monster to make plans for the next step.

Yi Han tightly gripped the sword in his hand, looked around vigilantly, and moved forward slowly.

The environment here made him nervous.

The ancient trees are towering, the trees are majestic, the branches and leaves are intertwined like ghost claws, covering the sky and the sun.

Weird vines crisscrossed and entangled all around, some as thick as giant pythons coiled on the ancient trees, and some as thick as wrists were like strange tentacles, wriggling faintly.

All around, several giant, enchanting flowers bloomed wantonly, opening their bloody mouths and emitting a sickeningly sweet aroma.

The petals are covered with fine fangs, and there is a wide and flat thing in the center, which looks like its tongue.

These vines and strange flowers made Yi Han feel alert and gave him the illusion that he was being stared at by them.

And beneath his feet, dead bones lay half-buried in rotting leaves.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came to my ears.

Yi Han looked carefully and found that it was a blood-red centipede as thick as three fingers, which jumped out from the dead leaves like lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the air on the left side, a colorful spider the size of a fist was hanging on a huge spider web, motionless, its eight eyes glowing dimly.

Yi Han frowned when he saw this.

The smell in the air made him feel even more uneasy.

In the mist, the rotten smell of dead branches and leaves, the smell of rotting corpses and the strong smell of blood intertwined and permeated the air.

All of this was conveying a message to Yi Han - this place was extremely dangerous.

Even though he was already on the path to becoming an immortal, he was a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining.

But he does not have the ability to fly like the yellow-robed disciple, nor does he have the means to use the flying sword to kill people like Senior Brother Gu.

Yi Han didn't dare to be careless at all, and he tightened his grip on the sword again and again.

Fortunately, my five senses are now more acute and my strength has increased several times.

Moreover, the new weapon in his hand is also extraordinary.

"This place is dangerous, we must not be careless." Yi Han whispered and continued to move forward slowly.

sieve--

Suddenly, there was a slight sound behind me.

Like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

It also seems like those vines are quietly extending.

Yi Han was shocked and turned around quickly.

There was no change in the scene that came into view.

But Yi Han clearly remembered that when he checked just now, there were not so many vines as thick as wrists, and they were not so long.

They are extending!

Looking at those strange flowers again, they seemed to be motionless, but the direction of their wide-open mouths had changed, all heading towards Yi Han.

Moreover, their tongues seem to be longer!

Yi Han's heart trembled, he turned around, calmed his mind, circulated his spiritual power, and released his spiritual sense to probe.

Rustle——

The abnormal noise suddenly intensified.

The tongues of vines and strange flowers suddenly attacked!

Yi Han's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his spiritual awareness became fully open.

He turned around and swung his sword.

The sword was sharp and cut into the vines.

Yi Han was suddenly shocked.

What!

Unexpectedly... it can’t be cut off!

(Thanks to Gong Liangchenyu and Xue Cheng and Yueyuecheng for their support!!)