Chapter 180 The Secret of the Thousand Leaves Divine Sword

"Huh... fight with me?"

Li Xuanyu held Xiao Jiu'er's head with one hand and held the wine gourd with the other. He took a big sip of wine comfortably and felt a little refreshed.

After unlocking the seal, she could suppress Xiao Jiuer, who was at the sixth level of Qi Gathering, within minutes.

Xiao Jiuer whined and roared, waving his little fist, trying to attack Li Xuanyu.

However, with her short arms and short legs, she couldn't reach Li Xuanyu at all.

The angry look actually looked a little funny.

Han Yang held back his laughter, came to Xiao Jiuer, and pointed between her eyebrows.

Zhenhun seal!

boom!

A powerful soul power bloomed from the center of Xiao Jiu'er's eyebrows, impacting Han Yang's mind.

If you were in the ordinary bone forging realm or even the Qi gathering realm, your soul would be shattered by the impact.

Xiao Jiuer's mental power was chaotic and ferocious, just like an ancient ferocious beast without reason.

When he sealed Xiao Jiu'er last time, Han Yang predicted that it would be difficult to seal her a second time.

Although Xiao Jiuer is not a zombie that is immortal and transcends the three realms and five elements, he still has some characteristics of zombies.

After being sealed once, she developed great resistance.

He even broke through several seals of the Soul-Suppressing Seal!

That is, Han Yang was reborn in the ninth life. His soul was tougher than anyone else, so he could withstand the brutal soul impact and forcefully complete it.

"Pity……"

Even if Han Yang completed the seal with great perseverance, the seal of Zhenhun Seal became incomplete.

Originally sealed once, it can be unsealed nine times.

But at this time, Xiao Jiuer only had three petals between his eyebrows, which meant that he could only unblock three times!

Moreover, after all the seals were lifted this time, even with Han Yang's soul strength, it would be difficult to seal Xiao Jiuer for the third time.

Zombies are naturally half a level higher than humans!

Unless Han Yang can reach Yuan Dan and start to condense the three souls, it will be difficult to suppress Xiao Jiuer at the soul level.

After being sealed again, Xiao Jiuer seemed much more well-behaved, standing behind Han Yang, Han Yang's figure reflected in his eyes.

Li Xuanyu lost his interest without his toys, so he turned over and returned to the bed, continuing to practice the techniques taught by Han Yang in seclusion.

If it were other people, they might have exclaimed that they could suppress the fire poison and attack Xiao Jiu'er after just a few moments of practice.

But when it came to Li Xuanyu, I didn't feel anything unusual at all.

This woman has extraordinary nerves.

Seeing that Li Xuanyu was on the right track and had begun to suppress the fire poison, Han Yang took Xiao Jiuer out of the room.

"never mind?"

Seeing that Han Yang was safe and sound and had woken up Xiao Jiuer, Tian Ji couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

Han Yang nodded, "Give her three or two days to suppress the fire poison and recover as before."

Tian Ji breathed a long sigh of relief, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I don't know why. I used to think that the second level of Qi Gathering was considered a strong one, but now, I always feel that I am a waste who needs the protection of others..."

This time around Zhang Wuyou's defection, he could only watch Li Xuanyu and Xiao Jiuer fight bloody battles, but he couldn't get involved at all, and he felt extremely aggrieved.

Han Yang didn't pay attention to this and asked casually: "Let me ask you something, what is the mystery of Qianye Divine Sword that makes it worth Zhang Wuyou's so much effort?"

Zhang Wuyou was obviously a direct lineage expert trained by a big force.

In the end, for the Qianye Divine Sword, he actually hid his identity and joined the Yuan Sect. It can be said that he had been planning for a long time.

This made Han Yang very curious as to what kind of magical weapon the Thousand Leaves Divine Sword he coveted was.

Tian Ji was startled, then scratched his head after a moment and said: "I'm not very sure, what do you mean by the Qianye Divine Sword... Although it is called the Divine Sword, no one can actually control it... In this way, I let people Send it here and you will understand after you see it for yourself.”

Han Yang nodded and followed Tian Ji back to the main hall.

The bodies and blood stains of He Wantong and others have been cleaned up, as if nothing happened.

There wasn't even much commotion in the entire Yuanmen.

If it had been a month ago and the sect leader had fallen, the earth would have been shaken and a huge mutiny would have occurred.

However, in that battle a few days ago, Han Yang and Li Xuanyu became completely famous.

One can control the golden corpse and kill the leader of the Burning Heaven Clan with his sword at the third level of Qi Gathering. The other one has the sixth level of Qi Gathering and can avoid the sect-suppressing treasure.

These two people have surpassed He Wantong and become the backbone of Yuanmen.

Therefore, He Wantong's death, apart from causing a commotion among his immediate family, did not cause any trouble.

In less than half a stick of incense, a peak bone-forging elder came to Han Yang holding a sword box.

In the sword box, there is the Qianye Divine Sword, as crystal clear as a puddle of autumn water.

This was Han Yang's second close encounter with the Qianye Divine Sword. The first time was during the martial arts selection.

Even he was surprised by the sword power displayed by the Qianye Divine Sword at that time.

At this time, the Qianye Divine Sword, which has no sword power, is just like an ordinary spiritual weapon, and there is nothing unusual about it.

Han Yang stretched out his hand and grasped the equally crystal clear hilt of the Thousand Leaf Divine Sword.

"don't want……"

Tian Ji's expression changed drastically and he wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

When Han Yang grasped the hilt of the sword, a terrifying sword power spread out from the divine sword.

boom!

A circle of transparent ripples rippled in the main hall.

The peak bone-forging elder holding the sword box was directly blown away by the ripples, and a human-shaped pit was created like a painting on the wall more than ten feet away.

Even Tian Ji was knocked several feet away by the ripples, and his face turned a little pale.

In Han Yang's palm, the capillaries were broken, the blood and flesh were blurred, and the wounds were deep enough to reach the bone in some places.

The sleeves of the entire arm were torn into strips by the actual sword intent.

"What kind of divine sword is this? It's clearly...an evil weapon!"

The so-called evil soldiers not only hurt the enemy, but also hurt the owner. They will bite back on the owner, swallowing up the owner's energy and spirit, and turn into evil soldiers.

This kind of evil weapon was extremely rare even in the God Realm of the previous life.

Unexpectedly, in this small world, there are such terrifying evil soldiers.

"You...are okay?"

Tian Ji's eyes became strange.

No one has tried to touch the Thousand Leaves Divine Sword before, but without exception, the end was very miserable.

Even a master in the Qi Gathering Realm will be seriously injured by the backlash of the sword's will, and it will be difficult to recover for several months.

Over time, this Qianye Divine Sword became a different kind of sect-suppressing weapon, used to test the will of new disciples, but it was useless in attacking and killing.

Because no one can drive it.

Han Yang calmly put the Thousand-leaf Divine Sword back into the sword case, squinting and carefully looking at the crystal clear sword body.

This Bing Qianye Divine Sword is as clear as glass, and you can even see the texture of the animal skin at the bottom of the sword box through the sword body.

On the sword body, there is a vague word "Qianye", like water ripples, flowing in the sword body as the sword box vibrates.

It doesn't look like words engraved on it, but like a living thing.

Han Yang bent his fingers and flicked the sword hilt.

Zheng!

The Thousand-leaf Divine Sword made a crisp sword cry, and split into nine pieces, turning into nine swords as thin as cicada wings.

Noticing this change, Han Yang was thoughtful and vaguely understood why so many forces wanted to compete for this Thousand-leaf Divine Sword.