1306: C1306 Perfection

C1306 Perfection

In an instant, there was a sharp explosion in the air, and a gust of Yuanli swept out like a hurricane.

In an instant, the entire secret room turned into ruins.

"You... you're actually at the peak Connate realm?"

This scene caused the green-robed man's expression to change drastically, and he almost fainted from fear. He never would have thought that Zhou Yan's strength would be so terrifying.

"Bam..."

However, Zhou Yan did not show the slightest bit of mercy as he lifted his right leg and kicked the chest of the green-robed man, sending him flying and crashing into several towering trees.

"Puchi!"

The green-robed man spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell into the ruins. He was in an extremely sorry state. All the bones in his body were broken and he was limp like mud.

"You... You didn't keep your word!"

The azure robed male's face was ashen white and full of hatred.

"Hehe, why would I, Zhou Yan, need to explain my actions to an ant like you?" The corner of Zhou Yan's mouth revealed a mocking expression.

In his previous life, he was the Sacred Emperor of the Nine Underworlds. With a single thought, he had killed countless lives and killed countless people. Why would he care about his reputation?

In his eyes, the lives of these people were as weak as grass. They weren't worthy of negotiating with him and could only beg for mercy.

"Brat, we'll see. The Northern Dark Mountain Palace will definitely kill you!" the azure-robed male roared.

"Noisy."

Zhou Yan waved his sleeves and released a wave of energy, killing the green-robed man on the spot. Then, he pointed at his forehead.

Swish!

In an instant, the forehead of the green-robed man split open. Blood flowed out and finally disappeared.

A moment later.

Zhou Yan took out a black box from his storage ring and opened it. He saw three thumb-sized black crystals inside. The surface of the crystals was covered in runes, and there was a faint demonic aura emitting from them.

"Three meteorite crystals?"

Zhou Yan's eyes lit up. These three meteorite crystals were obtained by him in the Secret Realm previously, and were used to strengthen his body.

"The effect of the meteorite crystals is astonishing. As long as I fuse with these three meteorite crystals, my body will be able to transform to Rank Two. At that time, I will be able to try cultivating the fifth level of the Indestructible Vajra Mantra!"

Zhou Yan's heart surged as his eyes revealed a look of anticipation.

One had to know that in his previous life, he had cultivated for more than two years before reaching the fifth level. Furthermore, he was still a little bit away from reaching it. One could only imagine how difficult it was to reach the fifth level.

However, now that he had the memories of the sixth level, he could easily break through it. It just took him some time.

"The blood essence of a Xiantian Realm cultivator is not beneficial to me. Instead, it will harm my body."

Zhou Yan pondered for a moment and decided to give the blood essence to his mother to replenish her vitality.

At this moment, he saw a jade token hanging from the waist of the green-robed man. There was a string of strange symbols engraved on it.

"Hmm? What is this?"

Zhou Yan frowned slightly. He recognized these symbols. They were a special kind of writing that contained some kind of mysterious power. If one's cultivation was slightly lower, it might even be difficult to identify them.

"Who exactly is this green-robed man?"

The more Zhou Yan thought about it, the more he felt that it was not simple.

"It seems that this person has an extraordinary background and should not be provoked!"

Zhou Yan thought to himself as he came up with a plan.

"Forget it, let's leave this place first!"

With that, Zhou Yan turned around and left the place.

... "

As night fell, the stars in the sky shone brightly. The silvery moonlight shone down and enveloped the vast land.

Swoosh...

In the air, a black figure suddenly streaked through the sky and flew out of the city.

The black figure was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it was several hundred feet away, entering a dense forest and finally stopping on the branch of an ancient tree.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Zhou Yan panted heavily. The injuries on his body had already completely healed. Furthermore, his cultivation had become even more condensed and his aura had become much stronger.

"The quality of this body is far too different from my previous life!"

Zhou Yan sighed. In his previous life, he had cultivated the Indestructible Vajra Mantra and his body was incomparably sturdy. He could withstand the attacks of treasures and divine weapons, but now, he had only cultivated to the first level, and he was already unable to hold on and was in danger.

"Looks like I need to find some rare materials to replace this body." Zhou Yan muttered.

"Eh, someone actually came!"

Suddenly, Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows and looked towards the northwest. There, he saw a war chariot flying over with an arrogant aura.

"It's the Palace Lord of the Northern Mountain Prefecture. Zhou Yan is dead for sure!"

"Hehe... It is said that this Zhou Yan once relied on his high cultivation to kidnap women, kill people, and was captured by the Northern Mountain Prefecture. He was imprisoned in the Punishment Hall, tortured, and eventually buried alive!"

"Hmph, this guy deserves to die!"

Along the way, everyone discussed and revealed looks of disdain.

At this moment, a rider saw a black figure in the distance and immediately pulled on the reins. He jumped off his horse and respectfully said, "Reporting to Young Master, there is a young man ahead."

"Oh?"

A light laugh came from the chariot, and then the curtain opened and a youth in embroidered clothes stepped out.

This young man had snow-white skin and a tall and straight posture. He was handsome and elegant, and he gave off a noble aura, making him stand out.

"You are Zhou Yan?"

The young man in embroidered clothes stared at Zhou Yan's face with a sharp gaze. After carefully examining his face, he finally confirmed that this was the rumored Zhou Yan. He immediately shouted coldly, "Hand over everything you have on you!"

Zhou Yan's gaze swept across and instantly saw through the other party's cultivation. He was at the peak of the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm, and his strength was equivalent to that of an ordinary Grandmaster Martial Disciple, not worth mentioning.

"Scram!"1

Zhou Yan could not be bothered with the other party as he cursed and prepared to leave.

"Little bastard, you're courting death!"

Seeing that, the young man in embroidered clothes flew into a rage and threw a punch. With the sound of thunder, it was ruthless and sharp as it smashed towards Zhou Yan.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the punch was thrown out, it seemed to cause the void to tremble. It was powerful and overbearing. The aura of the punch had yet to arrive, but it carried a shocking pressure.

"Trash like you actually dare to behave atrociously in front of me!" Zhou Yan's eyes turned cold.

Boom!

In the next second, Zhou Yan clenched his fist, and a strand of true energy surged out, turning into a sharp cold sword. With a light slash, it was incomparably sharp, and directly shattered the opponent's fist.

Puchi...

The young man in embroidered clothes was sent flying. He crashed into a huge tree, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and died.

"Sii ~ ~ ~"

Seeing this scene, the spectators all took in a cold breath and their eyes contracted.

This youth had killed the youth in silk clothing in one move. This was shocking.

"Brother, may I ask who this youth is? Why is he so fierce?"

"Brother, that youth seems to have an extraordinary background. Quickly tell me!"

"That's right! That youth killed someone from the Northern Dark Mountain Palace, so he'll definitely be in trouble later."

In an instant, surprised voices sounded.

Everyone's gaze gathered on Zhou Yan, filled with curiosity. Most of these people came from large families and imperial dynasties, and they were confident in their status.

But now, they had witnessed Zhou Yan's strength.

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