Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye nodded and said lightly, "I also have a lot of things that are inconvenient to show up."

"Sure, I'll do it for you." Tang Yunhao nodded and said solemnly, "Give me ten years, and I'll take over the entire Feihuatang."

In his eyes, there was a bright divine light.

The first young generation in the Western Xinjiang, Han Muye, a kendo exile.

Tang Yunhao had some thoughts in his mind when he knew that he was the one who pointed his own.

Only by following in the footsteps of the real strong can you have the opportunity to touch the wider world.

To be a Rogue Cultivators who are hunted down at any time, let alone ten years, even a hundred years, will not achieve anything.

Han Muye's identity, status, talent, and future are worth his gamble.

After Han Muye made an agreement with Tang Yunhao, he asked the monk why he came to Western Xinjiang.

According to the monk's introduction, he came from the bitter cold land of the Northern Territory.

The Hanging Temple where he was born is the largest Buddhist practice Sect in the Northern Territory.

In the Northern Territory, it is roughly equivalent to the Spiritual Dao Sect.

However, the frozen land of millions of miles in the northern region is desolate and uninhabited. Humans and aliens live together, and there are not many real masters.

There are only more than ten thousand disciples in the Hanging Temple, and one of them is in the realm of heaven.

"Okay, Master, you are from the Northern Territory, but have you heard of a sword cultivator named Deng Chungang?"

Recalling that Deng Chungang, the first descendant of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, went to the Northern Territory, Han Muye asked.

After thinking about it, the monk shook his head and said, "There are not many people who use swords in the northern region."

"The strongest of them should be the Sword King of Daxueshan, who split the three snow-capped mountains with one sword and suppressed the Snow Demon clan."

"As for the others, I don't seem to have heard that the sword is so powerful that it is called this name."

The Northern Territory is bitter and cold, and the area is wide. It is normal to have never heard of Deng Chungang.

Han Muye didn't ask any further questions.

He stood up and looked at the monk and Tang Yunhao: "As far as I know, when the golden lotus transforming cloud matures, it will attract the keenly perceptive Demonic Beasts to go."

"Let's go first, block the Demonic Beasts, wait for the golden lotus to mature, pick the golden lotus and leave."

This arranged that neither the monk nor Tang Yunhao had any opinions.

Tang Yunhao stretched out his hand and pulled the dizzy Jia Muhe, followed behind Lin Shen, and everyone flew away.

But more than half an hour, just before a cliff break.

There are lush greenery here, if you didn't know the location in advance, you wouldn't care much.

Stepping into the crack, the more you go into it, the hotter you feel.

This crack was actually connected to the ground of lava.

Sure enough, walking down the crack for more than a hundred feet, I saw fiery red lava rolling in front.

Around several people, Spiritual Qi and Sword Qi rose up and turned into a light curtain to protect their bodies.

Han Muye, who was walking in front, had a faint blue aura all over his body, wrapping his body, his clothes fluttering, and walking away.

The monk folded his hands together, the Buddha light flashed around his body, and a golden light curtain shone from his bald head, and the light reflected the light.

Lin Shen and Tang Yunhao are both light Sword Qi bodyguards.

Go forward thousands of feet to the side of the lava lake.

The churning magma was red and fiery, and the oncoming heat wave hit the light curtain of everyone's body protection, and a dark red halo appeared.

When Jia Muhe sobered up, all he saw was the flames rolling in front of him.

He struggled a bit, turned around, and saw Tang Yunhao holding his own collar, protecting himself with a layer of Sword Ray.

"Don't move, or I'll throw you down."

Tang Yunhao said coldly.

Jia Muhe hurriedly shrank his neck, not daring to move.

His eyes swept forward, slightly startled.

In the middle of the lava lake, several dark golden Lotus flowers opened.

Among the plants with the most petals, a huge lotus pod swayed.

Although he doesn't know what this golden lotus is, what can grow in the lava lake must be a treasure.

"The lotus has seven branches, and this cloud-turning golden lotus has grown to its limit." Han Muye said, looking at the swaying golden lotus.

Only this golden lotus can be raised by the ley lines of Spirit Power here.

That's why Heavenly and Mortal Treasures are hard to find.

A true treasure, growing in harsh conditions and unique.

Even if this golden lotus is not picked, when it matures, it will fall into the lava lake, and then Spiritual Qi will be returned to heaven and earth.

In the future, there will be no such treasure here.

"There are a few more days, we are waiting here."

Han Muye said, found a flat position, raised his hand and threw a formation plate, raising a light curtain covering a two-meter radius, and then Lotus Position meditated.

After the monk and others walked over, they penetrated into the aura.

Whether it's the array plate or the other aura Sword Qi protection methods before, these are the younger disciples of the small family Jia Muhe have never experienced.

After sitting in the array of light, he looked around curiously.

"Yun Gong, that half cup of wine didn't go into the dog's stomach." Tang Yunhao, who closed his eyes and surging Sword Qi, said coldly.

Jamuhe is busy running the family heritage Cultivation Technique.

The Cultivation Technique was running, and his eyes widened, almost distracting Spiritual Qi.

At this time, his whole body was Meridians transparent, and his muscles and bones seemed to have been trained for a long time.

The original bottleneck of Peiyuan Third Stage had disappeared at some point, and Cultivation Base Spiritual Qi and qi and blood were surging in the body.

This is a breakthrough?

In the world of practice, it really speaks of chance!

What is chance?

This is!

Turning to look at the few people around him, Jia Muhe put away his smile and looked solemn.

These powerhouses don't waste time cultivating, how can they not use gong?

Close your eyes to carry Spiritual Qi, another surprise.

In the surrounding space, Spiritual Qi is so rich that it seems to be soaked in Spiritual Qi.

Jia Muhe had never thought of such a practice.

This is called meditation!

That kind of person who only gets one or two pieces of Spirit Stones a year, and doesn't dare to go all out every time he absorbs Spiritual Qi, what kind of practice is called?

At this moment, there is ambition to take root in Jia Muhe's heart.

In the future, earn many, many Spirit Stones.

Take one, throw one.

Throw in the array.

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Two days passed in a hurry.

The golden lotus opened, and the golden light emitted from it became more and more prosperous.

There is also a faint fragrance, which spreads around.

Not only the golden lotus in the middle, but also golden light appeared on the other six golden lotuses.

In the past two days, three Demonic Beasts came from the cracks, all of them were Cultivation Base forces in the Qi Condensation period. They tried to cross the lava lake, but they were burned to death by the flames.

This made Jia Muhe, who wanted to go out of the light array to take a look, completely dispelled his thoughts. He had just arrived at the Peiyuan Fourth Stage and was successful.

"Roar--"

A two-foot-long first-born one-horned black panther rushed in from the crack and was slightly taken aback when he saw Han Muye and the others.

However, the black panther turned his gaze to the position of the golden lotus, and there was greed in his eyes.

It roared, flew up, and rushed towards Jinlian.

The black panther was very fast, and a dark gray light curtain covered its body.

It surpassed Qi Condensation Realm, at least the strength of Foundation Establishment II Third Stage.

With the power to protect the body, this black panther can really cross the lava lake.

Jia Muhe rubbed his hands anxiously, but Han Muye and others were indifferent.

Listen to Han Muye and the others talking, this golden lotus is a precious treasure, no more? Gu Zha "Boom--"

Just when the black panther was flying halfway, a long whip spanned dozens of feet outside the crack, and slammed it on the top of the black panther's head, smashing its head.

The panther fell and was engulfed by the magma.

Outside the crack, several figures rushed in.

These people wear blue and white robes, old and young.

The person who took the first shot was tall, holding a golden whip, with golden light shining in his eyes.

He glanced at Han Muye and the others, his eyes fell on Lin Shenhe and the monk, frowning slightly.

The others over there also looked at Han Muye and the others, and some people had murderous intent in their eyes.

The tall young man who led the golden whip waved his hand, stared at the blooming golden lotus, was silent for a moment, and led the crowd to find a corner to sit around.

They were a hundred feet away from Han Muye, and these people also began to practice.

But without Han Muye and the others, these people turned into masks with the help of talismans or Spiritual Qi around them.

Jia Muhe felt that the people over there were not as rich as Senior Brother Han.

This brother Han, who does not know where he came from, practiced with top-grade Spirit Stones.

Watching him consume several top-grade Spirit Stones in two days, Jiamuhe was horrified and envious.

Practice, as it should be.

Not bad for Spirit Stones.

In the next few days, people kept coming from the crack.

There are actually twenty or thirty people in all of them.

Every now and then there are Demonic Beasts rushing in.

The Demonic Beasts who have rushed into the cracks these days, the strongest have already touched the shadow of the land.

At one end, Tang Yunhao shot and slashed it with one sword.

This sword made several practitioners who were eager to move in the future behave a lot.

"call--"

A gust of breeze swayed on the lava lake, bringing coolness.

Everyone stood up except for Han Muye and the others.

How could there be a breeze in such a blazing land?

"Cloud-changing golden lotus is about to mature!"

Someone whispered.

Sure enough, in the lava lake, the golden Lotus flower petals fell, and the lotus pods began to slowly solidify.

On the lotus pod in the middle, there are nine golden lotus seeds with a gilded halo.

Nine golden lotus seeds!

If you swallow these nine golden lotus seeds, you will be the ninth-grade waste Spiritual Roots, and you can instantly turn into Spiritual Roots that surpass the first rank!

Treasure!

Not only that one lotus pod, but the other six lotus pods, or three, or five, there are many, more than twenty golden lotus seeds.

There are so many, you can get one by one, isn't it too much?

Looking at the golden lotus seeds that slowly solidified, everyone's hearts were hot.

"boom--"

At the crack, there was a roar, and dozens of Demonic Beasts of various shapes rushed in.

"Block the Demonic Beasts!"

"When the golden lotus seed takes shape, it will attract Demonic Beasts within a thousand miles!"

"Block the Demonic Beasts first, then divide the lotus seeds!"

The tall young man with the golden whip stepped forward, and the golden whip swept across with a dazzling golden light, blocking a Demonic Beasts of the Foundation Establishment Fifth Stage, and then shouted: "Everyone, work together, how about blocking the Demonic Beasts?"

By the lava lake, dozens of practitioners stood up.

It is impossible to get lotus seeds without blocking the Demonic Beasts.

"Han Banxian, the chance to meet a treasure is a chance. Today we will make a move together, and the chance will be evenly divided." The young man with the golden whip turned his head to look at Han Muye.

"He Huangyi, the Daoist sect of Zhaoling, respects Han Banxian, and promises that each of you five have a golden lotus seed, okay?"

In the youth, the Fifth Stage Spiritual Qi Cultivation Base emerged.

It's not just him, there are several people by his side, and there is also the power of the situation on his body.

Han Xianxian.

Nine Profound Sword Gate Han Muye.

So many people came, and naturally there were people who recognized Han Muye.

The Zhaoling Taoist Sect is second only to a Taoist sect of the nine major sects, and has a good relationship with the Lingdao Sect.

After He Huangyi finished speaking, he looked at Han Muye.

Giving Han Muye a golden lotus seed is generous enough.

This is the name of Han Muye, the exiled swordsman, and the face of Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

Otherwise, encounters in the wild and opportunities are all based on strength.

How about kendo exile?

After the last battle in Yunchaoling, it is not known how much combat power is left.

The inheritance of Jiu Xuan Jianmen's sword pavilion, after the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm, is inferior to even a mortal.

The lotus pod swayed gently, the lotus seeds matured, and more and more Demonic Beasts came.

"Senior Brother Han, I'm going to block the Demonic Beasts."

Tang Yunhao stood up.

"I'll come." The monk stood up and glanced at Tang Yunhao: "Go, I'm afraid you will kill these people together."

Hearing his words, Tang Yunhao grinned.

The two of them were talking loudly, causing He Huangyi and others to show a cold look on their faces.

Han Muye shook his head and waved his hand: "Don't bother, I'll go after picking the lotus seeds."

After he finished speaking, Lin Shen got up and walked out of the array mask.

One step, draw the sword.

"boom--"

The originally dark cracks in the ground were instantly translucent.

Light, shining from the top of the head.

Landslide!

Ground fissure!

Open the mountain with a sword!

The sword marks that traverse a hundred miles separate the mountains.

Compared with the sword that Tuoba Cheng had in the beginning, it was better than that.

With one sword a hundred miles, the mountain splits the stone.

The mountain was divided into two halves, the lava lake poured out instantly, and the lotus pods of the seven cloud-turning golden lotus were fixed in place.

"Senior Brother Han, please." Lin Shen turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and said in a low voice.

Han Muye got up, walked over slowly, one sword lotus at a time, walked to the golden lotus of Huayun, picked six of them, and left one with three lotus seeds.

"Leaving one for you is a chance."

"Are you okay with that?"

Turning around, Han Muye looked at He Huangyi and others.

Everyone shook their heads.

The Demonic Beasts who were back in the corner shook their heads.

"Let's go."

Han Muye waved his hand, volleyed step by step, and flew away.

Tang Yunhao followed the sluggish Jia Muhe.

Lin Shen's big sword was returned to its sheath, and his figure flew up.

The monk's eyes flashed with folded hands, and he looked at the sword marks in the distance, and said in a low voice, "The swordsmanship of the Daxueshan Sword King is in the same vein."

"It turns out that the first sword in the Northern Territory, the Sword King of Daxueshan, is Deng Chungang."