Chapter Seventy-Fifth: All Dead

  Yang Yirong rode the eagle to the Deep Valley, and the Deep Valley was still emitting mist all year round, and nothing had changed. Yang Yi had been to the Deep Valley for the second time, and he directly came to the third layer with ease.

  Inside the third layer, all of them are condensed blood five-layered beasts. Although with his current strength, even if he were to face a condensed blood six-layered beast, it wouldn't be a problem, and with full force, he could kill a condensed blood six-layered beast. However, it's still very dangerous, and one misstep would result in death, or easily encountering terrifying beasts from the fifth or sixth layer.

  At this third level, there are basically no alien beasts that can threaten his safety.

  This time, Yang Yi was no longer so cautious, just like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He raised the Qingfeng needle and relied on his terrifying speed, which was like a ghostly shadow, to knock down countless Congxue Wuchong beasts one after another.

  In the past ten days, Yang Yi himself didn't know how many alien beasts he had killed, nor did he know how much pure blood he had refined. He only knew that his own pure blood had become incredibly powerful to an extent that was hard to put into words. Those eight drops of pure blood were almost as black as ink, but even so, Yang Yi finally encountered a problem - the ninth drop of pure blood just wouldn't condense.

  In the past, condensing essence and blood was a matter of course, as long as the yuanqi in the blood vessels was sufficient and powerful enough. However, this time, he continuously slaughtered alien beasts. If it weren't for the boundless vastness of the Deep Valley, perhaps all the alien beasts on the third layer would have been killed by Yang Yi. Even so, the alien beasts within a few miles around him had almost been depleted.

  Moreover, it's not just the problem of essence and blood, Yang Yi can even clearly feel that when refining the essence and blood again, the power in the blood vessels has basically not grown at all.

  This is a state that only bottlenecks have.

  "Is it also difficult to gather the ninth drop of essence? No wonder that in the Dragon Palace, after tens of thousands of years, there have been countless geniuses, but not a single one has been able to condense the ninth drop of essence."

  Yang Yi stared at the jade bottle in his hand, but he didn't believe it, and suddenly he refined his vital energy again, carefully feeling it.

  "I don't believe it, when the car reaches the mountain, there must be a road. As long as I keep accumulating and never stop, one day it will come together and smoothly condense into the ninth drop of essence!"

  Yang Yi did not believe in evil and started killing again on the third floor.

  At the entrance of the third floor, five monks had somehow appeared. These monks were all masters of the fifth level of Blood Condensation, and on their sleeves was embroidered a bright flame, which was the emblem of the Tian Yan Men.

  One of the blue-robed cultivators furrowed his brow and said, "Huh? This is a bit strange. Normally, the third layer is teeming with exotic beasts, but this time it's so quiet. We've walked for so long, yet we haven't even encountered a single exotic beast."

  The other four also nodded one after another. They were not the first time to come to this deep valley, but they had never encountered such a situation before.

  "There seems to be a situation up ahead, it looks like someone is fighting, let's go take a look."

  The four monks all saw the movement ahead and walked cautiously towards it.

  They saw a young monk, his figure like a shadowy light, suddenly appearing and disappearing. Then a faint flash of light appeared, and a strange beast fell to the ground.

  These five people all gaped, they could see that the young man in front of them had not yet formed a Heaven and Earth Bridge, but only had a Fourth-Order Congealed Blood, yet possessed power that was no less than a Fifth-Order Congealed Blood. This was at least the existence of eight drops of essence blood condensed within his body.

  "This person is a genius disciple of the Huálóng Palace, with eight drops of essence condensed in his body. At least he's a genius from the Earth Palace, and you see that artifact on him, doesn't it give you a familiar feeling?" One of the seemingly calm cultivators said with flickering eyes.

  "It was definitely a Qingfeng needle. No wonder Sun Ming's nameplate suddenly shattered a few months ago, it turned out that he was killed by the people of Huálóng Palace."

  In the Tianyan Gate and Huálóng Palace, a nameplate is made for each formal disciple or elder. If the disciple or elder dies outside, the nameplate will also shatter, so that their life or death can be known.

  These five people all had a greedy look in their eyes, where was the indignation for that so-called Sun Mingyi?

  "Sun Ming is dead, but his treasure must not fall into the hands of Huolong Palace. The one who killed Sun Ming is my enemy of Tianyan Gate. Kill him and avenge Sun Ming!"

  This was a hint, and the eyes of all five people were fixed on that Qingfeng needle. Sun Ming's strength was not high, and he was not very famous, but it was because he possessed a mysterious and elusive artifact that in the Tianyan Gate, it was also well-known to everyone. This time he died, it was also a major event, of course, the disciples of the Tianyan Gate were not mourning his death, but were thinking about his artifact.

  Now they saw where the needle had fallen, how could they still hold back?

  A calm man spoke out ahead of time: "That man from Huā Lóng Gōng, although his cultivation seems weak, since he can kill Sūn Míng, he must have his own methods. Let's kill him first, maybe there are even better treasures. After he dies, those treasures won't all be ours? What do you think, fellow disciples?"

  This monk seemed to have some prestige among the five, so all the monks nodded.

  "Alright, let's avenge Sun Ming, go!"

  With a loud roar from the man, all five monks suddenly rushed out and silently charged towards Yang Yi.

  Innumerable martial arts flew out, and even spells were used. Under his feet, the earth seemed to be crawling and quickly wrapped around Yang Yi's legs.

  This sudden change left Yang Yi somewhat at a loss.

  However, after seeing the appearance of the five people clearly, he was moved in his heart and knew that with their Tianyan Gate identity, they had naturally seen the Qingfeng Needle. He couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, and then his two hands suddenly swung, twenty drops of fresh blood quickly flew out.

  "Release!"

  A terrifying binding force rapidly spread around the five people, and at the same time, Yang Yi's heart suddenly jumped violently, and the power of the eight drops of essence blood was quickly mobilized.

  Boom

  The feet bound by mud suddenly burst out with a force comparable to fivefold, splashing earth and rocks everywhere, quickly restoring movement.

  "Hmph, just five Blood Clots of the Fifth Degree, courting death! Flickering Light Shadow!"

  A flash of light passed, and Yang Yi's figure disappeared. At the same time, a faint flash of light passed, and one of the cultivators' foreheads immediately appeared with a blood hole, and he fell down with a loud cry.

  A monk has been killed!

  The remaining four monks also knew it was bad, and they quickly gathered together. One of the monks swiftly spat out a mouthful of blood, pointing at the void and shouting: "Water Curtain Technique!"

  The entire surrounding space suddenly appeared with a ripple of water curtains, and Yang Yi's speed was fast, but he still had to show his figure.

  "It's another trick!"

  Yang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't expect that among these people, there were actually two who knew how to use magic.

  "Hmph, quick battle, Nine Palace Illusion, Binding Spell, Storm Spell, Floating Light Flash, die!"

  Yang Yi displayed his full range of skills, with gusts of wild wind raging about, and the Binding Force binding the four people in place. With Yang Yi's current increasing strength, the power of his Binding Technique was also growing greater and greater.

  The blue wasp needle came and went like a ghost, and the four of them were not enough to withstand it. They only regretted their greed, but in the end, they all died together, without exception, and fell into the Yellow Springs.