(Tonight, apple eaters should be careful, because you might get to eat a banana.)
The palace was spacious, and everything inside had been taken away by Han Qiuxie. There were two corpses on the ground. Chen Zong recognized them. One was a deacon of the Liu family, who should be in the late stage of the Third Level of the Mortal Realm. The other was a deacon of the Spirit Heart Pavilion.
Their skin was green, and their bodies emitted a chill. The storage pouches on their waists were also missing.
Noticing Chen Zong's gaze, Han Qiuxie's smile became more obvious, but his eyes became colder. "They overestimated themselves and didn't know what's good for them. You'll end up like them."
Chen Zong couldn't help but smile. This faint smile made Han Qiuxie unhappy, and he immediately attacked.
Han Qiuxie's cultivation talent was top-notch in the Blackwater Sect, and even in this region. He could be compared to most of the Esoteric Disciples in top forces like the Tai Yuan Sky Sect. Of course, there was still a gap between him and the true geniuses like Fang Xingchen.
Even so, Han Qiuxie still cultivated the Black Water True Technique to a very high level, and also comprehended the martial arts of the Blackwater Sect to a very high level.
As soon as he attacked, his right arm brought about a series of black waves, which swept over heavily. Within the black waves, there seemed to be black water snakes moving up and down. His cold eyes locked onto Chen Zong, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
That was actually Han Qiuxie's finger.
The finger was like the poisonous fangs of a snake, bringing with it the coldness and dominance of the Black Water True Technique, trying to kill Chen Zong. It was certain that those warriors who also cultivated upper-level spiritual techniques and were at the same level as Han Qiuxie would not be able to block this attack, and would be killed instantly.
He was indeed extraordinary, and had the ability to challenge those of a higher level. However, the gap between them was too big, and Chen Zong did not have the mood to fight slowly.
Using his finger as a sword, he pointed lightly, and the sword light pierced through the air.
It was an ordinary sword light. It looked so simple and clear. It shot out in a straight line. It didn't have an extremely tyrannical aura, but it made Han Qiuxie's heart palpitate. It was as if something very bad was about to happen.
And then, it really did happen.
Only after the sword light pierced through his forehead did a sizzling sound ring out. Han Qiuxie did his best to widen his eyes, his face filled with shock, disbelief, and regret.
He regretted provoking Chen Zong.
Die!
Chen Zong moved quickly. He took several mustard seed bags from Han Qiuxie's body and put them into his Void Ring without checking them.
…
"Qiu Xie … Qiu Xie …" The Elder of the Blackwater Sect who was at the peak of the Ninth Level of the Mortal Realm called out a few times but received no response.
His heart was filled with anger, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. A terrifying aura suddenly swept out like a roaring hurricane. Terrifying black waves filled the entire palace, as if they were going to destroy everything.
Han Qiuxie was the first disciple of the Blackwater Sect and held high hopes for the future head of the Blackwater Sect. He was a top genius with a chance to step into the earth spirit realm.
In the eyes of this elder and all the higher-ups of Blackwater Sect, entering this sub-world was just a trial, a trial that would not be fatal.
That was because the Blackwater Sect wouldn't act against Han Qiuxie. As for the other three middle grade powers, they didn't have the guts to do so, unless they wanted to be completely annihilated.
They'd never thought that someone would dare kill Han Qiuxie.
Amidst his rage, the Elder of the Blackwater Sect slowly calmed down and began to examine carefully.
"These two were killed by Qiu Xie." With a few glances, the Elder knew who had killed the Liu family and the Spirit Heart Pavilion. But the key point was who had killed Han Qiuxie.
"This is a wound caused by sword aura." Staring at the center of Han Qiuxie's brows, the Elder's eyes narrowed. He was incomparably gloomy, but said with incomparable certainty, "To kill Qiu Xie with a single blow, not only is this person highly skilled in sword techniques, his personal strength is also much stronger than Qiu Xie's."
"The Spirit Heart Pavilion."
Those of the Spirit Heart Pavilion didn't know that they'd become the scapegoat for Chen Zong.
…
"The Palace of a Thousand Refinements!"
Chen Zong stared at the plaque above and read out each word clearly.
None of the other palaces had a name. Only this one did. At least, all of the palaces that Chen Zong had visited were like this.
Perhaps there was something special about this palace.
He stepped forward and entered.
The palace looked very spacious. There were murals on all four walls. Chen Zong glanced at them. The content of the murals was very simple. It was a group of people practicing martial arts.
The moves looked very simple as well.
Immediately, Chen Zong's eyes fell on the center of the palace. There was a bell there.
The bell was dark gold. It constantly emitted a vigorous and simple charm. It was about two meters tall and about one and a half meters in diameter. The bell was engraved with many patterns, which were also the figures of people practicing martial arts.
Chen Zong also saw the words on the bell.
"Teach me the Thousand Refinements Method. Break this Thousand Refinements Bell!"
"You want to break this bell?" Chen Zong reached out and knocked on the bell. The dull sound was extremely vigorous. He could feel the amazing hardness of the bell with his fingers.
Using his fingers as a sword, he pointed out with 50% of his strength.
The dull sound came from the bell. It reverberated in the palace, but the bell was still intact.
One finger with 100% of his strength!
An even more dull sound was heard, but the bell was still intact.
Staring at the bell, Chen Zong drew his sword and attacked with 100% of his strength.
Heart Intent Sword Questioning the Heart!
Slash!
With a clang, a terrifying rebounding force passed through the body of the sword and went straight to Chen Zong's arm, causing it to tremble and feel slightly numb. His Qi and blood almost flowed backwards into his body, but the bell was still intact.
"Teach me the Thousand Refinements Method …" Chen Zong could not help but think. He looked at the patterns on the bell and the patterns on the walls.
"Do I have to use the Thousand Refinements Method to break this bell?"
"Let's give it a try."
Thinking of this, Chen Zong withdrew his spiritual power and sheathed his sword. He took a deep breath and mobilized his strength.
Thousand Refinements Fist!
With a loud bang, the force of a hundred compressions ruthlessly slammed into the body of the bell. However, Chen Zong clearly felt that something was different. He didn't feel any backlash. Instead, the body of the bell trembled slightly.
Thousand Refinements Palm!
Thousand Refinements Finger!
Thousand Refinements Kick!
Thousand Refinements Storm!
Boom! Boom!
An incomparably dull sound continued to reverberate from the bell, spreading in all directions. However, unlike before, there was no rebounding force that struck Chen Zong.
"Not enough, not enough."
Chen Zong attacked again and again, performing the Thousand Refinements Lingwu.
A storm swept and gradually spread out, filling the entire Thousand Refinements Palace.
The figures on the four walls of the Thousand Refinements Palace seemed to have come to life and started practicing martial arts. The figures on the bell also moved.
Chen Zong's spiritual awareness spread out unknowingly and filled the entire palace, recording the movements of all the figures in his sea of consciousness.
The martial arts that these figures practiced seemed simple, but they were mysterious. Gradually, Chen Zong understood that this was a cultivation method of the Thousand Refinements Lingwu.
Previously, Chen Zong had practiced it by himself. Now, he was enlightened. In an instant, inspiration burst forth and the shackles were broken.
The Thousand Refinements Fist … was compressed again.
101 times!
102 times!
…
Although the compression efficiency was getting slower and slower, there was still an obvious increase. In the end, it was fixed at 200 times.
Then, it was the Thousand Refinements Palm, Thousand Refinements Finger, and Thousand Refinements Leg.
All of them were increased to 200 times, and their power increased greatly. The Thousand Refinements Storm was also significantly stronger. Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The muffled sounds became more and more intense.
Crack!
It was very slight, but Chen Zong clearly caught it. He saw a small crack appear on the body of the bell. The crack was like a small gap on the shore. Under the impact of the torrent, it began to gradually expand.
Crack!
Crack!
More and more sounds were heard. The cracks continued to spread on the bell until they covered the entire bell.
Thousand Refinements Storm!
"What's that sound?"
"Where is that sound coming from?"
As the sound became louder and louder, it continued to spread out. As the air spread further and further, people heard it. They stopped in their tracks and identified the source of the sound. Then, they quickly rushed in the direction of the sound.
At the same time, Chen Zong's final attack was extremely ear-piercing.
The bell was split open, and then it exploded.
"This is …" After the explosion, there was a half-meter high round pillar where the bell used to be. On the round pillar, there was a piece of dark golden metal the size of a fist. It looked extremely simple and heavy, and its edges were irregular. As Chen Zong stared at it, he could see a hidden sharpness on the dark golden metal.
But no matter what, it must be extraordinary to be kept here. He quickly put it away, and found some words carved on the dark golden metal.
"Thousand Refinements Gold, Forging Treasure."
When Chen Zong put the Thousand Refinements Gold into his Virtual Ring, a figure rushed in at an amazing speed like lightning. His thunderous eyes quickly swept across the place. He saw the broken pieces around, the half-meter high round pillar, and finally fell on Chen Zong.
"It's you." It was the Peak Mortal Realm Elder from the Thunder Blade Castle. His eyes seemed to contain thunder as he stared at Chen Zong. His voice was as deep as thunder: "What did you find here? Take it out. "
Boom!
Sword Momentum was surging, and it was earth-shattering!
Chen Zong exploded, and a terrifying aura spread out. He was not afraid of the Elder at all.
The previous battle seemed to be a draw, but Chen Zong was confident that he could kill the Elder. The reason why he didn't kill the Elder was that it would take time to find other treasures.
But since the Thousand Refinements Gold had fallen into his hands, there was no reason for him to hand it over.
So, he could only fight.
So, he had to kill the Elder.
Feeling the horrifying aura from Chen Zong, the elder of the Thunder Saber Castle suddenly changed his expression and hesitated.
This kind of aura was not weaker than his, and it was even stronger. If they really fought, he might not be able to kill the Elder as he wished.
At this moment, another figure flew in from outside, as light and agile as the wind.
He also glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on Chen Zong. His pupils contracted, and a sharp cold light burst out.
The Spirit Heart Pavilion Elder was at the Peak Mortal Realm.
"Where is the treasure?" The Spirit Heart Pavilion Elder asked, his voice sharp like a sword.
"It has been taken by him." The Thunder Blade Castle Elder said.
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