I, Panda, am super fierce!

The magic weapon used to trap Yizhou was given to him by Ding Xuanzong before his father.

Since having this treasure, Ding Xuan has never missed when he plotted against Yinren.

In addition to trapping people, the magic weapon has another function.

Ding Xuan looked at the cold-faced young man in front of him, and laughed heartily: "Brother Chen has pure mana, so I accept it bluntly."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and hung it close to the light curtain that enveloped the young sword cultivator.

In addition to trapping people, this magic weapon can also absorb the mana of the trapped people. Ding Xuan was ready to be impacted by the mana, but when he put his hands on it to perform the exercises, the light curtain didn't respond!

Ding Xuan looked surprised, and tried again, but the result was still the same.

It's almost impossible!

The pressure inside this magic weapon is extremely high. If the mana is not used to resist it, the trapped person will be crushed to death gradually by the magic weapon. If it is used, the mana used will be absorbed by the magic weapon and become his nourishment.

Ding Xuan never thought that any accidents would happen, which is why he dared to attack Yi Zhou before his mana recovered.

But he didn't know that in order to make him use Lanyue more smoothly, Yi Zhou had practiced sword day after day under the [-]-meter waterfall, and his body was far stronger than ordinary foundation building.

Although the pressure inside the magic weapon was great, it was far from the level where he needed to use mana to resist.

After adapting to the pressure inside, Yi Zhou started to move.

He put away Duerian, raised his sword with both hands, and slashed at the magic weapon above.

With a sword strike, the talisman didn't move at all, but the magic power he poured into the sword was sucked away.

Ding Xuan finally absorbed the mana, and Ding Xuan was about to groan comfortably.

This mana is more pure than he imagined, it is definitely not comparable to those in his body, and to have such a pure mana, one needs to be polished and painstaking, and the other requires excellent roots.

Looking at the young man who kept slashing with his sword, Ding Xuan felt a deep sense of jealousy in his heart, but when he thought that the person in front of him was about to turn into dry bones, that jealousy turned into joy again, and he wanted to clap his hands and laugh, for the sake of Celebrate this happening.

Thinking so in his heart, Ding Xuan did exactly that. He removed his hand from the light curtain, patted it twice, and laughed loudly: "Brother Chen's mana is really pure, it's not in vain for me to wait so long, but don't worry , even if you die, this mana will not be wasted."

The people outside were ecstatic, but the people inside seemed to feel it, and they were still tirelessly chopping off the magic weapon on the top of their heads.

After trying it once, Yi Zhou knew that the magic weapon in front of him would absorb his mana. He thought about not instilling mana into the sword, but relying solely on his physical strength to slash, but this way the speed of the sword was too slow, and he couldn't achieve what he wanted. As a result, accidents would inevitably happen after being trapped for a long time. Thinking of this, he injected mana into the sword again.

It's just a magic weapon used in the foundation building period, and Yi Zhou doesn't believe that he can last long under his hands.

This is indeed the case. Although this magic weapon is not bad, its power is limited for Ding players in the foundation-building stage. After Yi Zhou slashed hundreds of times, the magic weapon that was not moving at first began to shake. Floating a little unstable.

"How is it possible!" Ding Xuan exclaimed, he withdrew his hand, his dantian was already full, looking at the trembling magic weapon in front of him, he felt angry and had an ominous premonition.

I can't wait any longer, if I do this again, I might really let people escape!

Ding Xuan didn't hesitate at the critical moment. He took out his precious fan, filled it with mana and fanned it forward. The place was instantly enveloped by the strong wind, and the scene inside could not be seen.

The dead leaves were blown up by the strong wind outside, and they swirled and floated in front of him. Ding Xuan picked up the leaves with two fingers.I sighed in my heart.

It's a pity that such pure mana was wasted.

Yi Zhou was still trapped inside the magic weapon, and there was almost no possibility of the other party's spell being deviated from it. He was in the center of the gale wind, surrounded by icy wind blades.

There was no place for him to escape, but in just a moment, many wounds had been added to his body.

The pain made him more awake, Yi Zhou turned sideways to avoid the wind blade blowing towards his dantian, and raised his sword again to stab upwards.

Since the place is too small to avoid, then he will rush out of this place!

The sword that landed on the magic weapon was so fast that afterimages were almost visible. Yizhou took out the spirit stone and continued to slash with the sword while replenishing his mana, only paying attention to avoiding the deadly wind blade.

The hand that swung the sword fell, and the blood flowed down the arm to the sword body. The tip of the sword that drank the master's blood trembled slightly, and the red light on the blood groove flickered, showing extreme excitement.

Yi Zhou's cassock was already in tatters, and a piece of bone was blown out of his arm by the continuous wind blade.

But after a short pause, Yi Zhou raised his sword again and slashed down. The force of that blow was exceptionally strong. Finally, most of the crumbling magic weapon was crooked, and a tiny crack appeared in the middle, and it fell from the air.

Ding Xuan outside spat out a mouthful of blood at the moment the magic weapon was damaged. The backlash of the magic weapon made all the mana in his body agitated. He looked forward with a shocked expression.

"how is this possible!"

Ding Xuan couldn't believe that someone could escape from it, but now was not the time for him to express his shock. If the magic weapon didn't trap anyone, he would come out.

Run now!

The mana in his body was restless, and Ding Xuan didn't dare to confront others head-on. He burned his blood and prepared to escape with blood.

Although the blood escape will make the body weak for a period of time, it is better than dying here. Ding Xuan knows what is the most important.

From the shattering of the magic weapon to the decision to escape, Ding Xuan only took a moment to make a decision.

But he is fast, someone is faster than him.

Before the escaping technique could be used, a red light suddenly struck. Ding Xuan wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

The sword edge was inserted from the abdomen, straight into the dantian, interrupting the blood escape that was about to be performed.

Ding Xuan yelled in pain, what hurt him more than the physical injury was the mana flowing out of his dantian like water.

"My dantian, my dantian!" Ding Xuan clutched his lower abdomen, knelt down on the ground, his eyes wide open, spitting out blood continuously from his mouth.

The dantian is broken, even if the road of cultivation has come to an end, although there are talents and treasures in the cultivation world that can repair the dantian, it is definitely not something he can get.

Neither could his father.

For the first time, Ding Xuan felt remorse. He hated why he used the jade talisman his father gave him to defend himself before the secret realm, and why he was greedy for mana in the first place. If he had exhausted all means when he was trapped, this would never have happened. Such a situation!

Yi Zhou pulled out the sword stuck in someone else's body, because Ding Xuan was covering the wound, and Jian Feng took half of his palm with him when he retreated.

The person in front of him is aging at an extremely fast speed, his hair has turned gray, and his face is covered with wrinkles.

There was resentment, unwillingness, and a hint of madness on that wrinkled face.

He vomited blood and yelled at Yizhou: "You have such a poisonous heart, how dare you destroy my dantian, I curse you! I curse you for being haunted by demons all your life, and the road is hard to achieve..."

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, he was interrupted by the sword's edge pierced between the eyebrows.

The hand covering the dantian dropped down, and after Yi Zhou pulled out the sword, the man's body moved forward.

The moment Ding Xuan fell down, in a distant place, an old man woke up from meditation.

"My son!" With his eyes wide open and his beard and hair stretched, he quickly came out of the meditation room and rushed to the place where the sect placed the soul lamp.

The guardian of the soul lamp was sleeping, and hadn't reacted when the door was opened.

"So bold..."

He got up from the ground and shouted towards the door, the words were just out of his mouth when he was smashed into a puddle of flesh by the falling palm.

The old man didn't even look at the disciple who was killed by him, he went to the row where his son's soul lamp was placed, and found the lamp that belonged to him in the middle.

The soul lamp has been extinguished, leaving no residual heat.

The old man burst into tears instantly.

He was a young man from a poor family, and the mortal country he lived in was constantly in war. He accidentally obtained a cultivation method in a ruin, and only then did he step into the world of cultivation.

There is no time to cultivate, his parents and brothers have no spiritual roots, and they left early. He thought he was destined to be alone, but he left blood during a blood harvest.

This is his only son, the old man naturally dotes on him very much, he wished to present all the good things in front of him, in order to make it safer for his son to go out for training, he even cut off the connection with his natal treasure, just to give his son an extra guarantee .

"My son, my son, who killed you." His voice choked up, and he took out a elixir: "My father bought you the dust elixir, come back and have a look!"

There was only light left from the sun, and the hall where the soul lamp was placed in the Nan Dou sect was in a mess.

The blood of the dead monks solidified on the ground, turning dark red, and the soul lamps in the hall were all scattered, and only one row remained.

The only living person stood in front of the row of soul lamps, put the elixir in his hand on the extinguished lamp in the middle, wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Don't worry, my son, my father will definitely find out who killed you. Skin and bone him, so that he will never be reborn!"

……

After Ding Xuan's death, his storage bag and magic weapon became ownerless.

Yi Zhou took out the elixir and took it. After the wound had scabbed, he walked over and pulled off the storage bag.Ding Xuan's storage bag contained a lot of miscellaneous things, magic weapons and pills were piled all over the floor, and there were still some messy jade slips left, most of which were various spells, which should have come from monks who were assassinated by Ding Xuan.

Yi Zhou randomly took out a copy and stuck it to his forehead. He opened his eyes after closing his eyes, and his face turned pale with fright.

What is recorded on this jade slip is actually the method of dual cultivation of the Hehuan School!

Thinking of what he saw just now, Yi Zhou's originally pale face turned pink again.

How could two men do this?

Startled by what he was thinking, Yi Zhou shook and wrinkled his hands and threw the jade slip down. He turned around and was about to leave, but he was afraid that this thing would be seen by people later, so he turned around again after walking. Going back, he picked up the jade slip and stuffed it into his storage bag.

Except for the jade slips, Yi Zhou only took the map of the secret realm in the opponent's storage bag, and threw the rest back on the corpse.Taking a look at the map, he determined a direction and walked forward.

Not long after Yi Zhou left, two more people came by Dingbo Lake.

"Lowell is gone."

No need to get close, a bare lotus stalk on the lake showed what happened here, and one of them sighed: "Let's go, it's a waste of time."

"Wait." Before he could turn around, someone next to him grabbed him.

"what happened?"

A person next to him raised his head: "You smell it, it smells like blood."

The smell of Dingbo Lake is too strong, and other smells are easily overlooked. He didn't notice until this person brought it up.

"Oh, it's true." The one who said he was going to walk away just now said, he poked the person next to him: "Shall we go over and have a look?"

The man was obviously mature, and he didn't agree hastily after hearing it. He frowned and thought for a while, seeing that the surroundings had been calm, and then nodded: "Go, pay attention to your surroundings."

"I know that."

The two walked cautiously to the lake and saw the body lying on the ground.

The monks have good eyesight, and they can see the magic weapon and the storage bag next to the corpse at a glance.

The younger one immediately became excited: "Someone lost the magic weapon!"

"Maybe it's a trap." Another person grabbed him and looked around.

……

"There should be no one." After a long time, the younger monk said.

The two of them stood at the same spot until now, nothing happened, if someone really ambushed, that person would be too upset.

The younger man tugged at the clothes of the person beside him, and asked, "How about we go and have a look? Be careful, it should be fine."

"Okay." The other nodded.

The two walked back to back to the corpse. The stick in the elder monk's hand became longer and poked around the corpse.

"Oh, it's really okay." After all this, no one came out, and the young monk let down his vigilance. He rushed out in two steps, picked up the magic weapon and storage bag on the ground, and ran back, grabbing another monk's arm to get excited Said: "It's okay, brother, let's go!"

"Go" the other person nodded in agreement, and the two left along the same path.

……

Yi Zhou suffered the worst injury ever.

The wounds on his body had just scabbed over, and new flesh hadn't grown yet, so the bones inside could be seen from the exposed wounds.

Before the feeling of excitement was small, the pain on the body became unbearable.

Not long after he walked, he found a cave in a low slope, drove away the distant people inside, and fell against the inner wall of the cave.

Poured another elixir from the jade bottle, Yi Zhou swallowed it with his mouth open, and closed his eyes to tease and meditate.

The spiritual energy that he had roughly absorbed before was too late to transform, and it was still stagnating in the meridians. He calmed down, guided the spiritual energy to flow through the meridians, and transformed them into mana bit by bit.

After swallowing the elixir, the effect of the medicine began to play out, and new flesh grew from the wound. When the flesh grew, the whole body was painful and itchy, making it difficult to concentrate.

The spiritual power running in the meridians was much slower than before, dense beads of sweat oozed from the forehead, gathered together and dripped down the cheeks.

The spiritual power circulated through the meridians one after another, and all the flesh on the wound finally grew.

The newly grown flesh has a light pink color, which is lighter than the skin elsewhere. The skin of the two colors intersects, which looks a little scary.

Thirty-six days later, all the spiritual power had been transformed. Yi Zhou opened his eyes and took out the bronze mirror from the storage bag.

The surface of the bronze mirror was smooth, and his current appearance was reflected in the mirror. Yi Zhou moved closer and looked at the wound on his face.

Two cuts were shaved on one side of his cheek by the wind blade, and the distribution was quite even, as if two beards had grown out on each side.

Unconsciously, he picked up Fa Jue in his hand, and he didn't react until he was halfway through the pinch.

This is a secret place, and the twin mirror cannot see the other side.

But his movements still didn't stop, and he didn't put the thing down until he finished all the spells and saw with his own eyes that there was no fluctuation on the mirror.

"What are you doing here, asking for scolding?" Yi Zhou muttered in a low voice, and threw the things into the storage bag.

The wound on his body was no longer serious, but he was not in a hurry to go out. What happened not long ago taught him a great lesson.

Obviously from the very beginning, he knew that Ding Xuan had no good intentions, and the best way was to stay away immediately, but he thought highly of himself, so he just followed him with the mentality of watching a movie.

He also grew up in a honeypot. Although he heard a lot of conspiracies and disputes in the cultivation world, he had never encountered them himself, and his mentality was always naive.

Coupled with the practice of the natal spirit sword, his originally humble attitude became even more arrogant. Although he didn't show it, Yizhou knew that he already looked down on the foundation cultivators and felt that they were not his own. opponent.

"There are people out there, don't be arrogant." He whispered to himself.

After the self-reflection, Yi Zhou started on the road again.

His goal is a plain in the middle of the secret realm.

Although the Qiushao Secret Realm is said to limit the realm, just like humans, there are thousands of differences between monsters of the same realm. The closer to the middle of the secret realm, the more powerful the monsters are.

The purpose of his coming to the secret realm is to exercise his body. This Yi Zhou has not forgotten that the strength of the monsters in this area is almost the same. Around the foundation building Dzogchen.

This kind of Chengdu monster, Yuanyuan, can't meet Yizhou's requirements for honing himself. If he wants to go further, he must find those more powerful existences.

The opening time of the secret realm is two months. If these two months are used properly, he should be able to try to attack the golden core after returning.

Thinking of the news he heard from his fellow doormen during those few days in Qiushao Town, Yi Zhou's expression became more resolute.

Don't embarrass Master!

A month later.

The Central Plains of the Secret Realm.

Uncharacteristically, the monsters joined forces to surround the humans in the middle.

The humans surrounded by them were only sixteen or seventeen years old, and their faces looked quite young, but their movements were quite spicy.

Dodging the claws coming from the left, he moved slightly, and Lanyue picked up on the monster's foreleg, and the monster's futon-sized front paw landed on another monster.

While moving his hands, he didn't stop under his feet.

Kicking over with one leg to block the tail whip that was thrown from the other direction, he moved slightly with his toes and kicked towards the belly of the monster.

The monster's skin was rough and fleshy, this kick only allowed it to suspend its movements, and soon the opponent attacked again.

This little time was enough, because of the previous slap, the two monsters had an internal strife, and temporarily had no energy to deal with him, so Yi Zhou took his hand and turned around to stab the monster in the face.

The monster quickly closed its eyes, but Yi Zhou's goal was not there. He lowered his body, pierced the opponent's jaw with the tip of his sword from bottom to top, and moved his wrist slightly, cutting his jaw in half.

This injury is not fatal, it can only arouse the ferociousness of the monster, and it moves more violently. At the same time, the two monsters who are fighting among themselves have reached an agreement to stop attacking each other and turn to the invading human monk together.

Yizhou's situation suddenly became dangerous.

Several monsters attacked at almost the same time, and Yi Zhou's swordsmanship was perfected to barely block these powerful enemies.

Resisting these few monsters consumed most of his mind, and the monsters hovering above found a gap, swooped down and grabbed a piece of flesh on his shoulder.

The wound didn't affect his movements, Yizhou's movements were more powerful, the flying rainbow and the spring wind and rain were used together, and the tip of the sword that was struggling to resist one second turned into a life-threatening spell in the next second, stabbing at them deadly part.

This battle lasted for most of the day, and the smell of blood attracted more monsters. The ground was stained dark red with blood, and the corpses of monsters were piled up next to it into a hillock.

Probably because the deterrent power of the corpse was too great, the monsters surrounded outside did not step in after all.

Lanyue threw it, pierced the last monster, and kicked the corpse to a pile of corpses not far away. The bloody monk stared at the monster outside with a cold expression, with a faint smile on his face. No killing intent.

Stared by his gaze, the monsters didn't hold on for long, and ran away further away with a low growl, making way for the monks to pass.

Yi Zhou walked out from where they left, with his shoulders straight and his steps steady.

As soon as he walked out of the circle, the monster couldn't hold back anymore and rushed in to grab the body of the dead monster.

Monster beasts are trapped in the secret realm and cannot form beast pills. Over the years, the monster power has filled their limbs and bones. For them, it is a good tonic.

Yi Zhou walked for a long time, until he was sure that there were no monsters around, and then he showed a trace of weakness.

The momentum around him disappeared, and the monk's face was extremely pale. He randomly found a tree and sat down beside him, poured out a pill and ate it.

In the past month since he entered the secret realm, injuries and healing seemed to be a common occurrence for him. He lost a piece or two from time to time. When he first grew flesh, he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to roll on the ground, but now he has become accustomed to it, and even the extra eyes None were given.

The aura absorbed into the body travels through the meridians continuously, and is refined into mana to supplement the empty dantian. If Yizhou's biggest harvest in the past month since he entered the secret realm is probably the comprehension of the method to make the aura work automatically.

This alone has increased his combat power by more than a notch.

After all, it is very difficult for monks of the same level of cultivation to win with one blow. In the end, it is better to compare with the trump card, or to have stronger mana. Yizhou's body is refining mana at any time, so his support time will be longer much.

With the mana in his body restored to [-]%, Yi Zhou decided to set off.

He stood up from the ground, took off his rag-like clothes, and found a new set of clothes in the storage bag to change into.

Because there is a master who likes to worry, Yi Zhou has never been short of clothes since he was a child. Although the clothes given by the other party were always weird when he was young, but after growing up, probably in order to protect his apprentice's face, Si Heng's abnormal aesthetics has been gone for a long time. It happened.

There are only the last three pieces of clothing left in the storage bag, which can last for about three days according to the current frequency.

Yi Zhou looked down at the tattered coat that was thrown on the ground, thought for a while, but he still didn't wear it.

He didn't bring it on either, he couldn't wear it anyway, at worst, he would pay attention in the future, if he met other monks, he would ask them to buy some cassocks.

Thinking about it this way, the crisis about clothes is over for him.

This resting place has never been there before. Yi Zhou looked into the distance, and there was another tree not far in front of him, which looked very similar to the one he was resting on.

He didn't have a specific goal, and when he saw the tree, he walked there. The distance between the two trees was not far away, and Yi Zhou quickly walked to the side of the tree, and then he saw another tree in front of him.

After walking past many trees, Yizhou didn't see a single monster. He felt that something was wrong, so he turned his head and looked back, but there was still only one tree behind.

Strangely, the distance between each tree is not far, according to his eyesight, it is impossible not to see it.

With that in mind, Yi Zhou turned to look at the trees beside him.

These trees are all about the same thickness, and there is almost no difference between them.

Sweeping his eyes over the tree trunk, Yi Zhou suddenly paused, and then turned his gaze back to where it was before.

Seeing the exact same imprint on the first tree, Yi Zhou couldn't relax anymore.

He looked down at the grass, and the grass on the ground was no different from other places, but when he looked carefully, he could find a weed that had been cut off from the root.

This is where he rested in the first place!

Although he had a conclusion in his heart, Yi Zhou would not give up so easily. He clenched the spirit sword in his hand, drew a mark on the tree, and ran forward quickly.