I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy-Chapter 629 - 292: Divine Soul Puppet, Slaying the True Monarch Again

Chapter 629: Chapter 292: Divine Soul Puppet, Slaying the True Monarch Again

Han Yi’s eyes flickered, and his murderous intent condensed but did not reveal itself.

From Jin Wang’s stationing, he deduced that there should still be cultivators around who had not left, and the intentions of these cultivators staying were more than apparent.

And the location of the cultivator happened to be the place where he had shown his hidden surveillance when he took out the Soul Loss Bell earlier.

Was this intention clear? Or was it a sudden decision?

Although Han Yi didn’t know, it didn’t hinder him from knowing what to do next.

After questioning, his face showed a sneer, and as he turned his hands over, he took out three fourth-stage Spiritual Talismans from his Qiankun Ring and touched them with his mana, causing the talismans to burn into ashes.

Among these three talismans, one was the Five Elements Frightening Spirit Talisman, acquired from Qiu Yao of the Seventh Black God of Tianquan World, one was called Red Moon Beheading Immortal Charm, obtained from the Evil Saint Qiankun Ring in Tianquan World, and the last one was called Wasteland Space Destruction Talisman, acquired not long ago when he killed a certain Golden Core Peak cultivator in the Xuantian of Tianzhu Division.

These three talismans were all fourth-stage lower-grade talismans.

As soon as the Five Elements Frightening Spirit Talisman emerged, the five-element soul energy turned into five-colored light, instantly sweeping over several miles and covering the concealed spot Han Yi had detected.

The Red Moon Beheading Immortal Charm transformed into a crimson, wicked moon, like a curved knife, sinister and gloomy, breaking the space and falling from the sky.

As for the Wasteland Space Destruction Talisman, once it was activated, countless sand particles seemed to come to life beneath the area it targeted, flowing and jumping. Every particle of sand had a life, but their lives lasted only half a breath, and their only purpose was destruction.

Like bullets, the sand burst upward from below, turning into a sandstorm that reversed the heavens and earth. It was like a rain of sand, but instead of falling, it rose.

In the blink of an eye, the attacks triggered by the three talismans took effect simultaneously. From afar, Han Yi saw a sinister crimson moon above the target location, a sandstorm below, and the five-element soul energy in the middle- a triple threat.

Tens of miles away, Jin Wang’s condensed body suddenly shook, and his eyes brightened. Even at this point, he muttered to himself for the first time, although his voice only he himself could hear.

“Spiritual talismans, and even three of them as soon as he makes a move, resolute, indeed resolute.”

“Moreover, activating talismans, this Han Yi of Xuandan Sect, just ascended to Nascent Soul, and his aura hasn’t decreased much, the power of his mana is not like that of a newly ascended Nascent Soul cultivator.”

“Furthermore, at this moment, he truly reveals his murderous intent, with talismans in front and a Spirit Sword behind, this grasp of combat is already top-notch.”

Jin Wang picked up his pen and paused again, putting it down to continue watching.

Before him, the talismans had already fallen into the area, and the roaring sound continued.

The endless sandstorm, the breaking crimson moon, and the startling spirit swept over, shattering the space of that area, leaving it on the verge of breaking completely. Even the mightiest Golden Core Peak or half-step Nascent Soul cultivators would have been crushed into dust if they had been there, their divine souls unable to escape.

But, Han Yi’s face darkened slightly.

In fact,

For him, these three talismans were merely a probe, because Han Yi knew that someone who had witnessed him defeating Huo Fei Cheng, the deputy master of Yan Wei Mansion, would not hide unless they believed their own power to be above Huo Fei Cheng. In other words, the hiding cultivator was definitely a mid-stage Nascent Soul, or even… a late-stage Nascent Soul.

No matter the reason, Han Yi’s first move was naturally to blast out the suspicious person.

Although fourth-stage talismans were precious, they could only serve as a means of probing for him at present.

And at this moment,

Finally, under the talismans, a human figure emerged.

It was a middle-aged man whose face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood color. The aura around the middle-aged man was more like a dead man than a living one.

This reminded Han Yi of the Corpse Puppets he had encountered in Tianquan World’s Endless Corpse Domain, which was occupied by Yuan Shun. However, those Corpse Puppets were already a part of Yuan Shun’s inner space, the Endless Corpse Domain, while this Corpse Puppet-like cultivator had nurtured a bizarre state through his own cultivation.

Although the middle-aged cultivator had been forced to reveal himself, he stared at Han Yi with a greedy look on his face.

As he walked through the destructive sandstorm, a dead gray light emanated from his hands. The nearby sand particles, which had been assigned a short-lived life, perished instantly. The sand particles, with the speed of bullets, lost their momentum and came to an abrupt halt. Then, they fell and returned to the ground.

The breaking crimson moon lost its color in an instant, turning from crimson to pale, shattering into countless tiny particles that floated in the wind, eerily dispersing, and the world became clear.

On the other side, the arresting spirit turned from invisible to visible, becoming a five-colored wheel. With a gentle pinch, the five-color wheel made a tangible cracking sound, shattering at an incredible speed, falling down, and shaking gently in mid-air. It returned to invisibility, turned into soul energy, and scattered.

In just a moment,

All three fourth-stage talismans disappeared before the middle-aged cultivator, not even lasting a single breath.

Han Yi’s pupils shrank, but his inner heart secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He knew this middle-aged cultivator, or more accurately, had memories of him from Xia Quan’s soul shadow.

Yan Zhan, an elder of the Heavenly Burial Hall, the Seventh Soul Temple.

What made Han Yi sigh with relief was that, although Yan Zhan was in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul and was considered senior, he was still far from being in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.