Bai Hanchi's right arm was wiped, and he raised his arm: "Really, I was touched just now, not only was I not injured, but the spiritual power in my body seemed to have increased."

There was absolutely no scar on his arm.

The three held up their spiritual power to fend off the sword rain and looked at other positions in the main hall.

The monks with lower cultivation were the first to be drenched by the sword rain. After panicking, they found that not only were they not injured, but their cultivation increased a lot.

This strange phenomenon did not hide from the eyes of others:

"Why are you alright?"

"Aren't you all hurt?"

"I was also shot, how come I wasn't injured?"

"This sword rain won't hurt anyone, it's so rich in spiritual energy!"

...

A cultivator in Tsing Yi who was close was drenched in his head, and his cultivation level immediately rose from the early Nascent Soul to the middle Nascent Soul.

Crossed a whole small realm! Immediately from the bottom of the monk to the middle. The cultivator in Tsing Yi is of mediocre aptitude, and he succeeded in conceiving a baby only after hitting the Universiade. If you cultivate on your own, this small realm will take decades. If there is no great opportunity, the Tsing Yi Xiushi will be trapped in the Yuan Ying stage for life.

The lifespan of the Nascent Soul Stage is only three hundred years.

But now, it was just being drenched in sword rain, which could save years of hard work!

The monk in Tsing Yi used his spiritual power unbelievably, with ecstasy on his face, "Thank you for the gift of senior!"

He Yujian went up against the sword rain, and his cultivation base increased visibly to the naked eye.

All the monks took off their protection, and their swords flew around in the main hall, looking for places where the sword rain was dense, and greeted the golden sword rain with their bodies. Some people even took out the container and tried to accept more sword rain.

Nearly a hundred monks in the main hall fell into a carnival of soaring cultivation.

They half closed their eyes, opened their mouths, twisted their limbs, and stretched their bodies in various unimaginable poses to welcome more sword rains.

Bai Hanchi didn't feel heartbroken, he only felt horrified. This scene made him chill, and he subconsciously looked at Xie Yun and Ying Baiye.

The expressions of the two were exactly the same, but neither of them watched the farce in the main hall, and they frowned slightly and talked together.

Ying Baiye lowered his head slightly and leaned into Xie Yun's ear: "I feel that the spiritual power here comes from the same source as mine."

Xie Yun: "What kind of exercises do you practice?"

Ying Baiye: "Maybe there is. Would you accompany me to find it?"

Xie Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and lowered his voice: "Aren't you afraid of me robbing me?"

"The first half of the book is in my hands. If you like it, I will give it to you immediately." Ying Baiye said with a smile, "But I advise you not to practice. , I have already practiced the fourth level, if there is no second half volume after the fifth level, I will die."

Xie Yun thought thoughtfully: "No wonder you and him are fighting to your death."

In other words, Ying Baiye is now standing on a dead end, and every time his cultivation increases, he will move forward by one point, unless he can find the second half of the magic art.

Ying Baiye's state could not see such hidden dangers at all, apart from not cultivating very much, he was even more leisurely than most monks.

When the two were talking, Bai Hanchi finally couldn't help interrupting them: "Ying, Brother Xie...they are fighting! What should we do? Should we hide?"

Ying Baiye said: "There are not many places, this main hall is very evil, and there is no way to enter, probably what conditions need to be met."

Xie Yun looked up.

In the main hall, the number of Jian Yu was greatly reduced, and the dissatisfied cultivator actually took off the bronze mirror directly above by Yu Jian!

The bronze mirror fell into the hands of people, the sword rain completely disappeared, and the monks in the hall went crazy, drawing out their weapons to compete for the bronze mirror.

A young female cultivator with a beautiful face approached quietly, stabbed the cultivator to death with a sword, and snatched the bronze mirror.

She already had the cultivation of Nascent Soul's peak, and she quickly fled after getting the bronze mirror. .

"How dare you take these treasures as your own!"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

The main hall was tall and wide, the female nun dodged the attack behind her, and Yu Jian ran towards a male nun in the corner.

"Husband!"

The female cultivator bypassed a cultivator and happily rushed towards the male cultivator, "I'll give you..."

The short sword in the male cultivator's hand pulled out the female cultivator's Nascent Soul. The female cultivator still had her eyes wide open until she died. Her body fell, and the Nascent Soul was still intact, so she hid in a corner in panic.

The male cultivator snatched the female cultivator's storage bag and put it in his arms, and then he himself became the target of being hunted down.

The entire hall was reduced to a massacre.

Greed controls everyone, just for the sake of a bronze mirror, the "immortals" above have torn the appearance of pure heart and few desires.

Bai Hanchi stepped on the sword and stepped back two steps, and he shivered.

He felt sad in his heart that those "sacrifices" who secretly hated the ruthlessness of Yuan Qingzong actually regarded the lower-ranking people as "sacrifices".

Xie Yun's position was quickly affected, and the monk who stole the bronze mirror skipped Xie Yun's side, and countless swords and slashes slashed towards Xie Yun.

One of the monks wearing a jade crown had already reached the out-of-body stage, and he was running wildly with a bronze mirror.

Xie Yun took a few steps back, and Hengjian stood in front of him: "It's too messy, can you sense the position?"

Ying Baiye swung his sword to block most of the attacks.

As he expected, these cultivators seemed to have been fed by Jian Yu to raise their cultivation base, but in fact their spiritual power was very vain, like rootless duckweed, and could not be compared with the cultivators who fought steadily.

Among the monks, even if the cultivation bases are the same, their strengths are quite different.

The spiritual power in Ying Baiye's body was running wildly. After the sword rain disappeared, his induction gradually decreased. Even after the exercise was running, Ying Baiye finally said: "Behind the couplet!"

Xie Yun pulled up the sword flower, and before he moved, Ying Bai Ye suddenly slashed out—

In the sound of the dragon's roar, the sword turned into a black dragon, leading the evil spirit to hit the couplet.

hum-

Xie Yun lost his mind, and the scene in front of him was blurred for a while. When it became clear again, he had left the main hall and was standing in a room without doors and windows.