Chapter 217: Chapter 162: Explosions of Magical Instruments


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    Beyond the mountain forest, there was a narrow, abandoned farnd.


    After the abandoned farnd, there were rolling, low hills, near which were several ordinary vigers’ houses, and further ahead, there was a town. After the town, across twenty miles of in, was a huge Immortal City.


    The Immortal City was White Crane City.


    However, it would take at least a quarter of an hour to cross the abandoned farnd from the edge of the mountain forest, go over the hills, bypass the town, and arrive at the Immortal City.


    When Han Yi killed Han Xuxiao with a single sword strike, there was not a trace of joy in his heart.


    For Han Yi now, the Blood God’s child, Han Xuxiao, who once gave him tremendous pressure and psychological pressure during his Seventh Layer of Qi Foundation, was no longer a threat.


    Even, Han Xuxiao was only worth one sword strike from him.


    He had no time to feel any regret before death.


    At thest moment when he crossed the abandoned farnd and entered the low hills, Han Yi saw a figure leaping out of the mountain forest, rising into the air, and chasing after him.


    Blood God Sect’s cultivator,” Han Yi’s heart sank.


    Seeing the miserable state of Han Xuxiao, the person who dared to chase and kill without hesitation was undoubtedly much more potent than Han Xuxiao and possibly at the Foundation Building Middle Level or even Foundation Buildingte stage.


    In Han Yi’s heart, a strong sense of crisis was constantly swirling, making his hair stand on end, his Spirit Sea surging like a storm, and the Divine Soul in his Sea of Consciousness Space heavy.


    If the person was at the Foundation Building Middle Level, the Spirit Sea explosion, Divine Soul Secret Skill, broken sword ck light, and other top magic tools would give him a chance to fight.


    If the visitor was in the Foundation Building Late Stage, besides the Divine Soul Secret Skill and the three third-stage Spiritual Talismans from Yuan Shun, Han Yi saw no other hope.


    However, he would not use that Spiritual Talisman, a life-saving talisman, until thest moment.


    He gritted his teeth. Every instant, dozens of thoughts flitted through his mind about how to fight and escape.


    In a blink of an eye, he controlled the sword, flying low over the hills, and saw a few ordinary viges.


    Han Yi did not pay attention to the first two viges. When he reached the third vige, which was rtively close to the edge of the hills, he went straight into it, found a cer, silently entered it, and held the broken sword with ck light in his hand.


    Then, the Turtle Breath Skill was running to its limit. In just three breaths, Han Yi transformed into a withered piece of wood. His heartbeat almost stopped. It would be impossible to detect Han Yi’s presence unless someone saw him directly.


    Hide.


    This was the most straightforward way for Han Yi to save himself after reacting.


    At this moment, Han Yi regretted not putting more focus on the Turtle Breath skill, a technique for concealing his breath, over the years.


    Only the “Fire is Purely Green” Turtle Breath Skill can be used against cultivators of the same realm. However, if it is used against higher realm cultivators, that’s uncertain.


    Han Yi did not know if this technique could deceive cultivators in the Foundation Building Middle Level orte stage.


    However, it was still an opportunity. Every opportunity was the possibility of survival, and he didn’t want to miss it.


    But, ten breathster.


    Han Yi’s eyes suddenly widened, and he shot straight into the sky because he knew he was exposed.


    As he exited the cer, a bizarre cluster of red mes fell on the cer, which immediately ignited the whole cer and eventually copsed three meters deep.


    Then, the spreading fire condensed into a cluster of mes, which flew up and was held by a cultivator in his hand.


    “Hmm, quite vignt.” –


    Ten meters above the ground, a cultivator suspended in the air with a sword, with mes gathering in his hands, turning into a seven-petaled fire lotus. The fire lotus was dark red, sometimes solidifying into a lotus, and other times burning like fire.


    This fire lotus gave Han Yi a more dangerous feeling than the blood knife he faced before, in front of Mo Wen.


    It was a top-grade magic tool.


    The light gold color spread from Han Yi’s eyes to his eyelids, almost overflowing, and vanished in an instant.


    In Han Yi’s eyes, the neer had a breath three times stronger than his own, more potent than Bai Wanqing, who had just stepped into the Foundation Building Middle Level.


    It was a Foundation Building Middle-Level cultivator.


    Under the Qi Observation Skill, the neer’s breath was captured by Han Yi.


    Han Yi was not unfamiliar with the appearance of the cultivator. In fact, he only used the Qi Observation Skill to reconfirm his realm.


    This person was named Lu Zhi.


    A year ago, after Han Yi advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, he obtained a series of information about the Blood God Sect from his sect.


    Among them were numerous materials about the Foundation Establishment stage and even the Golden Core stage cultivators.


    Lu Zhi had advanced to the Foundation Building Middle Level ten years ago and ranked average among the Foundation Building Middle Level cultivators. He had three top-grade magic tools, two sword tools, and one lotus-shaped magic tool.


    Know yourself, know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Han Yi would not neglect such basic preparation.


    After confirming who the person was and reconfirming his realm, Han Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.


    For the Foundation Building Middle Level, he believed he had the power to fight.


    With that in mind, Han Yi seized the initiative, knowing that if he could kill the enemy, he still had time to flee to the Immortal City for protection; if not, he had to eliminate the possibility of being pursued and seriously wounded or make the enemy realize he couldn’t capture Han Yi.


    Regardless of which option, they needed to fight before talking about it.


    When he made a move, Han Yi went all out. At this point, holding back meant courting death.


    The ck light flickered, and the broken sword swiftly approached Lu Zhi within ten meters.


    Lu Zhi sneered, and the lotus-shaped magic tool in his hand rose into the air, transforming into a sky full of mes. The mes gathered into lotuses, and the lotuses expanded, shing with the broken sword..