Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye came to find Huang Laoliu for business.

The current situation in the land of Taoism seems to be a general dispute, but in fact it depends on whether it will be sacrificed.

If those Powers are determined to sacrifice this tens of thousands of miles in exchange for the power to open Fengzhen Shengxiantai, all their plans will be in vain.

For those Powers who have survived since ancient times, nobody and nothing is as important as their path to longevity.

It's not that the Cultivation Technique they practiced is stubborn, but that they have lived too long, and there are not many people and things worthy of their attention.

"In other words, they have to find a way to let these old people know that if they want to sacrifice this world, they have to pay a heavy price." Huang Lao Liu's words were domineering.

Stepping on the sky Great Saint does not seem to be in vain, and sees the essence of the matter at a glance.

What he said is also what Han Muye and Dang Wuyou are doing their best.

"In this case, it's better to invite a few old guys into the game." Huang Laoliu looked at the streamer in the distance and said solemnly: "These people can't be attracted by treasures alone."

Indeed, even if the treasure house of the divine court is opened this time, countless powerhouses gather, but those top powerhouses have not been attracted to enter the game.

Tianzun and Daozu are basically disciples or descendants of Sect.

Of those big Sects in the last three days, none of the real powerhouses were present.

Perhaps, they are not tempted by the treasures here.

Or perhaps, their intention to sacrifice this place is still very firm.

"At the moment, it's not easy to attract strong players." Han Muye shook his head with a hint of emotion on his face.

The treasure house of the divine court, the sword of the divine emperor, these are already the most valuable things he can take out.

Hearing his words, Huang Laoliu laughed and said: "Brother, you, you have been cultivating Confucianism and Taoism for a long time, and everyone should be happy in everything.

"Actually, how can there be so many concerns in this world?"

Han Muye did not refute his words.

The way of his practice, kendo is the main, other Alchemy, Confucianism and Taoism are assisted by various cultivation methods. The progress of cultivation is fast, but he is not really aggressive.

Regardless of whether it was in the Western Border or in the Central Province, he did not fight to the death and did not leave room for the immortal spirit after Tianxuan was connected.

"According to my opinion, if you directly take down the fairy spirits with all your strength, and then swept across this ten thousand miles, there will be nearly 30 years before the end of the Dao struggle. After 30 years of accumulation, you can still have the power to fight. "

Huang Laoliu's eyes showed fighting intent, and he whispered: "It's a big deal, let the world become a demon, let's see how they sacrifice."

"Even if you make sacrifices, you can only attract endless Devil Dao."

The big cultivator who was in front of him was no longer the old Huang Laoliu who only wanted to live a mortal life in Jinyang City.

At this time, Huang Laoliu's words showed the indifference of the superior, but also the decisiveness that a decision maker should have.

Han Muye felt that he couldn't see through the sixth brother.

All allies and transactions are just a combination of interests.

It is impossible to fight against the hidden power with these people.

Even the Endless Heavenly Venerate cannot really fight to the death.

The more you live, the more you cherish your life.

"There is no possibility of compromise. Since these Powers have moved the mind to open Shengxiantai, the more you prevent him from opening it, the more he wants to open it."

"The more resistance, the more obsession."

Huang Laoliu's voice was sharp, Devilish Qi on his body was restrained, and his eyes were deep.

"The only way is to let them drive and let them die."

Speaking of this, he paused and said in a low voice, "I suspect that the sacrifice of this world may be deliberately done by these Powers, just for the purpose of testing."

Test the reaction of Immortal World, and test whether Immortal World has changed after so many years.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Laoliu, who was extremely wise and calm at this time.

"In the place of Zumoxing, if you are not crazy, you will die early."

"If it was really crazy, it would have died long ago."

Huang Laoliu seemed to understand what Han Muye was thinking and whispered.

Han Muye nodded.

Everyone knows the difficulty of cultivation in this world only after they have walked the road.

Knowing what Huang Laoliu said is right, gathering all the power of this side, wrapping it in it, and then confronting those Powers, this is a way.

But Han Muye still won't choose this path.

Because there is no chance of winning.

He has seen the wood god make a move, and he has seen that palm shatter the divine court.

In front of such Power, no amount of calculations are in vain.

If you can't face the battle, you can only detour.

"Hehe, I know brother, you have an idea." Huang Laoliu laughed and looked at Han Muye.

"Unless it is a last resort, you can't really do what I say."

"What's more, isn't there a literary minister and them?"

"There's always a way."

Huang Lao Liu said with a smile on his face, turning his head to look at Huang Zhihu.

"I'll take this girl to practice it again, but she still has too few battles with the strong."

Huang Zhihu has been honed a lot since his cultivation, but as Huang Laoliu said, he rarely fights to the death with the strong.

She has been surrounded by many guards since she was a child, and later she was in charge of Xuanyang Guard, carrying thousands of swordsmen with her.

Huang Laoliu killed from the bottom to the top in Devil Dao, but instead was a Killing intent.

In Huang Laoliu's view, only one's own strength is fundamental.

How Huang Laoliu taught his daughter, Han Muye didn't have much power to control at this time.

Teach Huang Zhihu well, and now send it back to Huang Lao Liu, he has done his best, how can he interfere at this time.

However, seeing Huang Zhihu standing aside, Han Muye still took out a Magic Treasures sword and handed over various spiritual materials and medicine pills in a small pocket.

It's his business that Huang Laoliu wants to play Yan's father, and he can't control his adoptive father who loves his daughter, can't he?

Yun Duan smacked her lips enviously.

There must be a good dad.

"Sixth brother, this Sheji map is a treasure, but it is stained with resentment, and it is difficult to exert much power in it."

"Look at the Devil Dao method, if you can make sacrifices."

He took out the scroll he got from Zhou Bangyu, the guardian of the divine court, and handed it to Huang Laoliu.

Treasure.

There are very few things in the world that can be called treasures.

Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand to take the scroll, probed with spiritual sense, and frowned.

On him, the converging demonic intent suddenly rose, and a demonic dragon roared into the scroll.

In an instant, the entire 3,000-mile radius of the sealed world was swept away by demons, and the power of Senhan seemed to devour the entire world.

The scroll wrapped by the dragon slowly unfolded.

The mountains and rivers on the original scroll have all turned into the shadows of dragons.

The map of Sheji became the map of the magic dragon.

"it is good."

"Good baby."

Holding the scroll in his hand, Huang Lao Liu's eyes flickered.

"With this treasure, I can exert a hundred times my combat power, even if it is Tianzun, I can also kill it."

Speaking of this, he grabbed the scroll and said, "How about I behead that Shadow Heavenly Venerate?"

Kill Zhao Zhenghe?

I only invested in it, how can I cut it?

Han Muye shook his head and said, "Sixth brother, you should refine this treasure and become more familiar with its secrets."

"Other things, just go with the flow."

Hearing his words, Huang Lao Liu laughed and put away the scroll.

"Yes, I understand."

Obviously, Zhao Zhenghe is also a part of Han Muye's calculations.

Seeing Han Muye flying away, Huang Laoliu shook his head.

When he was in Jiange, Han Muye was the kind of dancer with long sleeves, and his reputation spread all over Jiuxuan Mountain.

In his opinion, this method is not bad, but is it really useful for the Power standing on the top of this world?

"Let's go, Dad will take you to find some more kendo masters to feed you." Huang Lao Liu looked at Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan, and waved his hand.

Regardless of what Han Muye arranged, he would spend more time with his daughter. Anyway, if he really wanted to fight, he would do his best. With the strength of his Great Saint, and the treasure in his hand, not many people can do anything to him.

Han Muye flew away, but after a while, he found the Seventh Stage sword tower scattered in the corner of a meteorite.

Only at this time, there are already eight practitioners in front of the sword tower.

There is a blue streamer shining on the sword tower. To get the sword tower, the streamer needs to be scattered.

If you don't have the method of training your heart, you can only be hard.

At this time, the eight sword cultivators shot separately, the swords in their hands collided with the streamer in front of them, and the scattered blue light overflowed.

Seeing Han Muye's arrival, the eight people were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other.

"This fellow daoist, since he's here, everyone who sees it has a share. Let's work together to break down this attic. What's the treasure, let's each rely on chance." A Daoist wearing a black robe said in a low voice.

The Sword Ray in his hand kept on, drawing a stream of cyan light, constantly fighting.

"Yes, the treasure house of the divine court is opened, and all treasures are obtained by chance."

"Since you see it, it's an opportunity."

Several people around also made noises.

Obviously, they regarded the seven-story sword tower as an object for storing treasures.

Han Muye pondered for a while, nodded, then flew forward, raised his hand to draw out the sword in the sword box, and stabbed it out.

This sword, Sword Ray, is also dazzling, and the power displayed is similar to those of those people.

All are divine powers.

The eight people looked at each other with relieved expressions on their faces.

"Everyone, work harder, if there are a few more people, the treasure may not be enough." Daoist, who had spoken before, stabbed his sword rapidly.

Others have added three points faster in speed and power.

In fact, if you can break the Seventh Stage sword tower with this method, it is impossible for the sword pavilion to become the leader of the last three days of swordsmanship.

The swords of the eight of them were in front of the sword tower, just competing with the remnants of the formation outside the sword tower.

In the eyes of these eight people, they thought they were breaking the sword tower defense.

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, and the blade of the sword flashed with a trace of immortal patterns that are hard to see for outsiders.

At the bottom of the sword tower, a faint aura rose.

This aura is weak, and no one cares.

Han Muye stabbed with a sword, then withdrew his sword, another Sword Technique.

Nine-story sword towers can be refined, and another seven-story sword can be refined.

Dao Dao Sword Ray penetrated into the sword tower, and the bottom layer of the sword tower began to light up slowly.

In the eyes of several other people, Han Muye is deliberately hiding his identity and strength, so he will use various swordsmanship.

These swordsmanships are not profound, nor are they strong.

They are also happy to see Han Muye hide, anyway, when this treasure is opened, whoever contributes more will have more chances in the end.

Everyone didn't say anything, they all waved their swords in silence.

Before you know it, the third floor of the sword tower has been lit up.

Everyone was even more delighted, burying their heads and swinging their swords, the delivery was faster.

"Om-"

The fourth floor of the sword tower lights up.

Daoist, who was swinging his sword, changed his expression and shouted, "Quick, someone is here."

Someone, not one.

Dozens of figures flew away.

These people are shining with aura, and they are obviously strong.

Most of them are intertwined with the power of heaven and earth, and the power of Karma is guarded.

half holy.

The eight Divine Transformation Sword Cultivators held their swords in their hands, and turned around to be vigilant at the powerhouses who were flying in.

Their strength is unstoppable.

Competing for treasures is not a dinner invitation.

To treasure or to die, many times it is not a multiple-choice question, but a mandatory question.

must die.

It's just that Han Muye didn't look back at this time, he just waved the sword gently in his hand, and the Sword Rays slammed into the sword tower one after another.

The fourth floor of the sword tower was lit, and he already had the control of most of the sword tower.

In the absence of outsiders to snatch, he has become the master of this sword tower, just need to slowly refine it.

At most for the time being, he can't exert the full power of the sword tower.

"boom--"

With a roar, a hundred-zhang sword light slashed down from a distance.

Those semi-sacred and god-turning powerhouses all looked ugly and didn't dare to turn around.

They flickered and flew away again.

gone.

A look of confusion flashed across the faces of the eight sword cultivators standing with their swords in hand.

Is this gone?

"It's Shadow Heavenly Venerate!" Someone whispered.

The knife light dissipated, three faceless dark guards appeared, and then a figure slowly appeared, who is Zhao Zhenghe, who is not the shadow Tianzun?

"Seventh-story sword pavilion?" Zhao Zhenghe was slightly taken aback when he saw the sword tower wrapped in blue light.

As the Heavenly Venerate of Xianyuan World, naturally he will not be ignorant of Jiange.

These seven-story sword pavilions are treasures, and even the sword pavilions are only possessed by a few Powers.

With this seven-story sword pavilion, it is a good choice whether it is to practice on your own or to go to the sword pavilion to exchange for treasures.

Zhao Zhenghe took a step forward.

The eight sword cultivators turned pale, and took a step back in unison.

The only one who didn't move was Han Muye.

Han Muye was still facing the sword pavilion, waving the long sword in his hand.

Zhao Zhenghe took another step, the eight sword cultivators looked ugly, quickly backed away, and flew away.

To treasure or to die?

Of course it was fatal.

Zhao Zhenghe chuckled and his eyes fell on the back of Han Muye who was still swinging his sword.

Seeing the sword box in white clothes, he frowned.

"when--"

The sword pavilion shook, and the Fifth Stage shone brightly.

"Why, Shadow Tianzun doesn't go to treasure hunt, is he interested in my sword pavilion?"

Han Muye didn't look back, and stabbed the sword in his hand again.

Zhao Zhenghe froze all over.

Han Muye.

Let's just say this back is familiar.

He glanced at the shining sword pavilion with a hint of regret on his face.

Things are good, but unfortunately...

There was no way he could snatch treasure with Han Muye.

Don't talk about the chance Han Muye gave him before, just talk about Han Muye, he can't see through it.

Shadow Tianzun, who has always been cautious, does not do things he is not sure about.

"Sir Han, please."

Zhao Zhenghe laughed, his figure attracted the faceless dark guard and left.

He evoked the sound of wind and thunder, and the roar exploded, spreading his anger on those who were fleeing in front of him.

Han Muye shook his head with a smile, the sword in his hand was shining brightly, and a sword stabbed in front of him.

"boom--"

Outside the sword tower, the aura shattered.

Seven-story sword tower, vibrating and flickering, Sword Qi roars.