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"Grade eight alchemist?"
Inside the main hall of the sect, the youth's calm eyes revealed a trace of surprise as he softly muttered.
"Young Sect Master's level has already reached the level of a Grade Eight Alchemist. The new generation is truly fearsome."
Their faces were full of shame. Although the one standing in front of them right now was only a youth, the other party's martial dao and pill talent was undoubtedly very shocking.
Generally speaking, a Grade Eight Alchemist corresponds to the cultivation of the Eighth Heavenly Layer. Of course, some alchemists with high cultivation may also have lower rank alchemist titles. However, overall, it is rare to see a situation where their rank is higher than their cultivation.
"Thus, the young school head's medicinal pellet level is extremely powerful, and his talent is even above ours."
After Lord Yao Xuan kept the jade bottle, he seemed to be deep in thought as he faintly smiled and said.
"If there is nothing else, the three sirs should hurry back and consume the Immortal Flaming Pill. This will have an even better effect. Ling Jian should also give his blessings to the three sirs and wish them the best in the future."
The reason why he was able to refine the Immortal Black Flame Pill was because of this. Currently, there was a close relationship between the Qing-Yun Sect and the Medicine Sect, and as an ally of the Qing-Yun Sect, naturally, they could not be overly weak in terms of martial prowess. Even though the Medicine Sect had a very privileged position in the world of sects, its unique position prevented ordinary sects from rashly provoking them.
However, for the sake of safety, Ling Jian did not wish for the Medicine Sect to come and threaten him, forcing him into a passive state.
"… …"
On the third day, Ling Jian once again came to the Cirrus House's plaza.
The youth stood atop the Greencloud Plaza, feeling the bloody storm that was spreading all around him. His mind was in a trance as his eyes flashed. His thoughts went back to the scenes in the Ten Thousand Killing Abyss.
"I think that the Myriad Lightning Sect should already know about the matter of the Myriad Lightning Roar falling in the extremely northern region, right?"
"This is only the first batch. At that time, the sect world will be the end of your so-called 'Holy Sons' and 'Holy Maiden' …"
Ling Jian clenched his fists tightly as the killing intent in his heart flowed. Then, he slowly walked to the center.
It was already the third day. Looking at the time, Yan Jian should have been able to gather all of the Immortal Slaying Sword Souls here. After so long, the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect should have also sensed that the Ten Thousand Thunder Howl's spirit tablet had shattered.
That afternoon, a spy from the Qing-Yun Sect came over to report the news, explaining the strange behavior of the Myriad Lightning Sect, which made Ling Jian feel slightly pleased.
Perhaps it was because Ling Jian had displayed his skills within the Three Thousand Swords Formation and killed the arrogant Ten Heavenly Layer Monk of the Martial Dao, causing the disciples to feel a burning passion in their hearts. Perhaps it was because the storm on the plaza was filled with killing intent that had pressured them, filling them with a sense of nervousness, as well as a primal impulse to improve themselves as soon as possible.
Surrounding his body, flowed a myriad of killing auras. A pressuring feeling was currently striking the Spiritual Energy within his body, faintly causing the Spiritual Energy to become more condensed, and causing the Spiritual Energy within his body to unknowingly receive a certain degree of growth.
"Eh, that's not right. There's something strange about this aura of slaughter."
Ling Jian was shocked as he released his senses. Previously, when he was washed away by the aura of slaughter, he could feel that a portion of the aura of slaughter was like a tiny trickle that rapidly flowed through his body before flowing into his body. It did not disappear.
"It's inside the mustard seed crystal!"
When this change appeared once again, with Ling Jian's powerful perception, he was finally able to detect it. Stretching out his hand, the cube of mustard seed directly appeared in front of him, floating above the aura of slaughter.
"That day, in order to kill that Demonic Monk, it was a pity that his mustard seed crystal exploded. Otherwise, our Qing-Yun Sect would have another crystal."
When the Mustard Seed Crystal landed in front of his eyes, Ling Jian fiercely waved his hand and grabbed it. His gaze swept across the area and found the traces of the Ten Thousand Killing Qi. At first, he was stunned, but then he suddenly thought of something.
"Ten Thousand Killing Order."
At this moment, there were many tiny rays of light flowing on top of the Ten Thousand Killing Token. Accompanied by the surging of the Ten Thousand Killing Qi, the light lines on it seemed to have formed lines that appeared extremely obscure and mysterious.
As the rays of light gathered, a cube vaguely appeared in the air. A cluster of illusionary figures appeared on top of the cross like Ten Annihilation Token as the Ten Annihilation Token continuously rotated in the palm of his hand. The cube phantasm also appeared to be increasingly spectacular.
Buzz.
When this pressure appeared, all the killing intent in the surroundings seemed to tremble, and then, Ling Jian was stunned to realize that the killing intent that was absorbed into the Ten Thousand Killing Token earlier had completely disappeared. With a tremble of the palace, the illusion immediately disappeared, and the pressure had completely dissipated.
Boom.
He felt the energy in his body dissipate. After a careful inspection, he was shocked to realize that, without him knowing when, the vigorous Spiritual Aura in his body had actually, in the instant they had met, only left behind approximately 10% of the Spiritual Aura.
"What?"
"Could it be the Ten Thousand Killing Order?"
His gaze swept across the Ten Thousand Killing Token in his palm in disbelief as he opened his mouth wide. He never thought that the Ten Thousand Killing Token would be able to absorb 90% of the spirit energy in his body in a single move. This was even more terrifying than the backlash he received with the help of the Undying Firebird.
"That shadow of the palace, what was it?"
Ling Jian hurriedly recovered his spiritual energy and displayed the worship of spiritual energy, and swallowed several tens of marching pills. As his blood boiled, he rapidly recovered the spiritual energy that he had consumed, and once again injected the vigorous spiritual energy into the Ten Thousand Killing Token. However, he was shocked to discover that no matter how he used his spiritual energy to enter the Ten Thousand Killing Token, the token in his palm was like a stone, completely motionless.
When the Spiritual Energy entered the Ten Thousand Killing Token, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean. There was not the slightest change. The Ten Thousand Killing Token, which had changed earlier, did not absorb the Spiritual Energy that had suddenly emerged.
"..."