Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Zhao Pingyu raised his hand, and thousands of golden lights shone down.

The clouds are flying away, the sky and the earth are clear, and the blue sky is high and clear.

Outside Dongyuan City, the Wanren Peak is revealed.

The mountain is so high, with jagged rocks and red flowers and red trees on it, burning like a flame.

This is the second time Dongyuan Mountain has been revealed.

The first time Han Muye came to Dongyuan City and fought with Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, causing the Dongyuan Mountains to tremble.

Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan realized his own way of swordsmanship and left Dongyuan City that day.

Today, another strong man in Dongyuan City will also leave.

Standing on the stone steps outside the city lord's mansion, the city lord Su Zisheng showed a complex look on his face, and sighed softly.

He knew this day would come.

Practitioners in the world will never have a feast that lasts forever.

If you want to find your own way, you will always leave.

"boom--"

There was a roar and vibration between the sky and the earth, and the high mountain turned into a palm-sized blue stone with three peaks, which fell in the palm of Zhao Pingyu.

This mountain of ten thousand ren is a great treasure.

"Hehe, big brother, I have lived in Dongyuan City for so many years, and I have nothing to give you."

Zhao Pingyu looked in the direction of Dongyuan City, and with a slap of the bluestone in his hand, it turned into three.

He swept one of them towards Dongyuan City with a wave of his sleeve.

The mountain peak was reduced to a size of a thousand feet in mid-air, suspended in mid-air.

"Hey, there is nothing I can give you as a big brother, Yunlan Sword Immortal, as long as you can help the second brother find the inheritance of the seniors, my Dongyuan City will be merged into Yunlan City in the future, and I will be a treasure for Yunlan City." Acropolis."

Su Zisheng's voice made Zhao Pingyu tremble.

Dongyuan City has been the painstaking effort of Su Zisheng for half his life!

He turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

Although Su Zisheng's cultivation is not top-notch, there is really nothing to say about his bearing and handling of affairs.

Back then, when he invited Han Muye to Dongyuan City, he directly took out so many treasures as a lottery, and won the hearts of all the sword cultivators.

Today, he made a promise to Han Muye, and he even managed to overwhelm Dongyuan City.

No wonder both Huang Huan and Zhao Pingyu are willing to live in seclusion in Dongyuan City.

"Haha, let's go." Seeing Han Muye nodding, Zhao Pingyu laughed, and his figure turned into a breeze.

Han Muye's figure also followed Yujian.

Outside Dongyuan City, in the thatched pavilion at the foot of Dongyuan Mountain, several Taoist priests in green robes bowed slightly in the direction Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu left.

Flying all the way, Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu's speed was extremely fast.

Zhao Pingyu is known as Zhao Qianzhen, and he knows the teleportation formation very well.

Set up a few formations in the wasteland, and arouse the teleportation power of the surrounding big cities.

However, on the tenth day, the two had crossed the entire wasteland and arrived at the edge of the Yunteng Wasteland not far from the Kuxian Realm.

It is still looking at the endless desolation, but there are many more deserts, and under the scorching sun, the light appears illusory.

There are many giant beasts lying around, looking at the surging energy and blood on their bodies, they look very powerful.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, this borders on the Kuxian Realm, it is best not to hunt monsters." Zhao Pingyu pointed to the leisurely giant beasts: "These are all blood food raised in the Kuxian Realm."

Blood food, food.

Many monster races don't like to directly devour monsters with the same bloodline, but domesticate them, and then extract the blood power to refine them.

"The Blood War Sect likes to raid the land bordering on the Kuxian Realm, and uses hunting and killing the monsters in the Kuxian Realm as a training."

Han Muye's eyes fell on the huge dry bones on the mountain not far away.

Obviously, the bodies of these beasts that have not yet rotted clean have traces of the bloody battle sect's killing power on them.

"boom--"

In the distance, there was a roar.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, we still don't want to—" Zhao Pingyu didn't finish speaking, seeing Han Muye's faint fighting spirit rising, he just smiled wryly and shook his head.

"I was thinking about it, I am a cultivator of the array, and I shrink back in everything."

"You are a sword cultivator. If you have something to do, you are rushing forward..."

His words made Han Muye smile.

"Haha, it's rare for me to see the blood battle sect fighting against the iron-armored warriors. I should take a look." Han Muye, the strong man of the blood battle sect, has met several of them, and Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan is one of them.

The bloody battle sect only seeks to win, and wins every battle.

Han Muye, the strong man of Iron Armored War Clan, has never seen him before.

This big sect acts in a low-key manner, monopolizing the land of the seven states, but it doesn't have too many intersections with other sects.

As far as Han Muye knew, the main forces of Iron Armored War Sect were all dragged in Broken Soul Valley.

Of the three great jeopardy in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, only Broken Soul Valley is supported by a family.

The other Immortal Burial City and Dripping Blood Cliff are jointly managed by various sects in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm.

According to Han Muye's memory from Shu Ming's Golden Immortal Sword, the Immortal Realm opposite Broken Soul Valley also focuses on body training, with tyrannical physical strength.

Whether it's Daomen or Jianzong, it is difficult to confront them, and only the Iron Armored Zhanmen, who also cultivate their bodies for Taoism, can stop them.

Because the Iron Armored War Sect alone blocked one Jedi, other sects would not have any conflicts with them in normal times.

"boom--"

The roar of the explosion came, the sky shook, and even the clouds in the sky were churning and turbulent.

This is at least a confrontation between two celestial beings.

It will be of great benefit to the immortal cultivators of the same realm to observe the battle of such masters.

Seeing Han Muye walking away with his sword, Zhao Pingyu also became interested, raised his hand and dropped a blue mountain peak at his feet, and another one hanging above his head, and then took a step, his figure disappeared.

After flying a hundred miles, he saw Han Muye hanging quietly in front of him.

At this time, Han Muye's eyes were shining brightly, watching the two figures confront each other on the wasteland below.

One side is a tall man who is over ten feet tall, half body in blue and black iron armor, unarmed, and every punch shakes the mountains and rivers.

On one side is a blood armor, a long spear, brandishing the tip of the spear, a strong man of the Blood War Sect with the power to shatter the void.

The fists of the two men collided with the spears, causing the void to vibrate, breaking up black cracks one after another.

The space around the two of them is like a spider's web, which may be broken at any time.

This is due to the two people converging their strength and suppressing it within a thousand feet, making the power within a thousand feet too powerful.

"kill!"

The strong man of the Blood War Sect holding the spear sensed the arrival of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, let out a low shout, and slammed the spear in his hand at the armored man in front of him.

The big man's waist sank slightly, and he punched out.

"when--"

Sure enough, it was worthy of the name of Iron Armor, the fist collided with the gun, and the sound was crisp.

With the power of this blow, the strong man of the Blood War Sect retreated ten feet, and suddenly the gun in his hand swept across.

"Snapped--"

The hills on one side were pushed away, and a purple-black cheetah lying on the ground and trembling turned over and rolled down.

The long spear was shining with cold light, burst like stars, and pressed down on the purple leopard.

The big man in the armored battle gate shouted angrily, rushed over to protect the purple leopard's body, and let those gun lights hit his back, bursting into blood.

The big man snorted, stretched out his hand to hold down the purple leopard that was about to fly away.

This purple leopard is obviously injured, and it is not an opponent of the bloody battle sect powerhouse.

"Hmph, the benevolence of a woman."

The strong man of the Blood War Sect snorted coldly, raised the spear in his hand, and glanced at the motionless Han Muye.

"Boy, are you also here to grab the Xuemanzihe chariot?"

Bloody purple river car?

Han Muye's eyes fell on the purple cheetah.

The Purple River Chariot is a commonly used panacea in the practice world.

In fact, it is the placenta of many living beings, which contains a trace of innate immortal aura.

It's just that when many people take the placenta, in order to preserve the fairy energy in it, they will directly take away the embryo, which is cruel.

The blood mans purple river chariot seems to be a rare treasure bred by this purple leopard.

It's just that Han Muye is not interested in these things.

As the lord of Yunlan City, he never worried about any treasures in his practice.

If this is said, it may make many Jinxian strongmen go crazy with jealousy.

But it is true.

Hearing the words of the strong man of the Blood War Sect, the big man of the Iron Armored War Sect turned his head to look at Han Muye with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

He held down the restless Purple Leopard with one hand, and his eyes interlaced between Han Muye and the bloody battle sect powerhouse.

Although Han Muye looked calm and breezy, he might have acted so easily before such a scene, so he must not be an ordinary weakling.

How many sword cultivators who can walk on the wasteland are weak?

"I'm not interested in the Purple River Chariot." Han Muye shook his head, slowly raised his hands, holding the long sword behind his back.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, the blood on the body of the strong man of the Blood War Sect who was holding a spear below suddenly burst.

The strong sense!

Confrontation of fighting spirit!

Killing intent collided!

"when--"

The spear blocked in front of him and struck the sword edge, the face of the strong man of the blood battle sect changed, and he retreated sharply.

"when--"

He raised his hand, and a sword edge appeared above his head.

back again.

"when--"

In front of and beside him, Jianfeng appeared at the same time.

"Hmph!" There was fighting intent in his eyes, and with a strike from the spear, the tip of the spear turned into a gun flower the size of a millstone, and the long sword in front of him was thrown away.

"town!"

With a low shout, before he took the spear, the blood-colored evil spirit turned into Lingmang, his body rolled over, he opened his mouth, bit the reappearing sword, and then his head exploded.

Han Muye's figure finally appeared, three feet away, holding a long sword in each hand.

The Lingmang gathered by this bloody aura is sensitive to the power of killing, even if it is a surprise attack, it is meaningless, and it will definitely be discovered.

Of course, Han Muye never thought of defeating a Blood War Sect master by surprise attack.

"Jia Lintao of the Blood Battle Sect, who are you?" The strong man of the Blood Battle Sect pointed his spear at Han Muye, and said in a cold voice, "There are not many sword cultivators in the wilderness with such sword skills."

The big man in iron armor who leaned slightly beside him also had solemn eyes.

Han Muye chuckled, and slowly pointed forward with both swords.

"Only if you can receive my sword can you have the qualification to know my name."

After the words fell, his sword had already been pierced.

quick!

Nothing else but fast!

It seems that the sword's edge is pressing forward inch by inch, but in fact, thousands of swords have been pierced.

Each sword is just a virtual light.

But tens of thousands of sword lights are superimposed, and the induced sword lights directly tear the void.

Jia Lintao's complexion changed suddenly, and he shouted: "The peak of Dongxu!"

It's not just the peak of Dongxu, based on his knowledge, even the peak of Dongxu might not be able to display such swordsmanship!

On the wasteland, when will there be such a strong swordsman?

He didn't dare to neglect, the spear in his hand slammed against the edge of the sword.

An inch is long and an inch is strong.

If he let that sword edge come to him, he would definitely not be able to stop it.

"Tianfeng, the bloody battle—"

The spear brought a strong wind and collided with the sword shadow.

The blood was filled, and the spear seemed unable to stop the sword that gathered countless sword edges, and it kept trembling and retreating.

But Jia Lintao's body was full of blood-colored evil energy, his face was ferocious, and the spear pointed forward and smashed down hard.

Even if the spear is broken, it will not retreat!

The name of the bloody battle is really worthy of the name.

"Stab—"

The edge of the sword made a long mark on the body of the long spear, breaking off the fairy pattern on it.

Then, the second long sword flashed and pierced straight out.

"when--"

The long sword was pointed at the body of the long spear, just at the place where the immortal pattern was broken before.

Jia Lintao's expression was gloomy, and he turned the spear in his hand upside down. Regardless of the long sword that was stabbing at his chest, he only stabbed the point of the spear towards Han Muye's neck.

An inch long is still an inch strong.

"when--"

The spear failed to reach Han Muye's face.

Because Han Muye's wrist flicked, the long sword stabbed again, picking at the place where the spear's fairy pattern was broken, and directly pierced the top magic weapon that had touched the edge of the fairy treasure.

The sword breaks the magic weapon!

From the beginning to the end, in less than a breath of confrontation, the battle spear in the hand of a bloody battle sect celestial powerhouse was broken!

Jia Lintao gritted his teeth and took a step back, holding a broken gun, staring at Han Muye.

Not far away, the big man in the armored warrior sect also looked extremely dignified, his body surging with fighting spirit.

"Weak." Han Muye shook his head, stepped forward with a single step, and swept the long sword in his hand.

Jia Lintao broke the gun in his hand and threw it towards Han Muye's head, then moved his body, took a step back, landed on a black space crack, and disappeared.

Han Muye slowly withdrew his sword, showing some disappointment on his face.

He thought he was a master of the Blood War Sect, but he didn't expect to be a Blood War Sect Celestial Immortal Realm who had lost much fighting spirit.

The strong of the blood battle sect are strong in invincibility, strong in the big waves washing the sand, and the strongest must have a fighting spirit in every battle.

This is Jia Lintao, no.

Just like Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, this guy has also lost his fighting spirit and no longer has the will to fight to the death.

What Han Muye wanted to challenge was the true strongman of the Blood Battle Sect.

He turned around and looked at the big man in iron armor who was slowly getting up.

"Let's play a game."

The big man cupped his hands towards Han Muye, and shouted loudly, "Congratulations to Iron Armored War Gate Wuchang."

Han Muye looked at Wu Chang, who gave his name, and congratulated him, "You know that I want to fight with you?"

Wu Changhe punched out, and said loudly: "The sword lunatic I met is not the only one."

These words made Han Muye laugh out loud, and retracted the sword in his hand, and then a thick-backed sword condensed out from his hands.

On him, the aura of ancient prehistoric beasts condensed, and the phantom of Kui Niu turned into a faint halo.

"drink--"

The big sword in both hands slashed down fiercely.

"boom--"

Like a sword that collapsed a mountain, it directly cut Wu Changhe's body into the air.

The purple leopard lying on the ground flew up and rushed towards Han Muye.

"don't want!"

Wu Changhe exclaimed.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, turned it upside down, and slapped the spine of the sword, hitting Zibao's head, pressing it down.

This sword is actually tens of thousands of weights, pressing down on the purple leopard, letting it struggle continuously but unable to get up.

"You, don't hurt it."

Wu Changhe looked at Han Muye with a trace of nervousness on his face.

Han Muye slowly withdrew his sword, looked at Wu Chang and congratulated, "You and this purple leopard are both wounded, so it's meaningless to fight with you."

The sword in his hand scattered, Han Muye turned and walked back.

For him, it would be good to experience the methods of the Blood War Sect and the Iron Armored War Sect powerhouse.

When you have time, slowly deduce these two tricks, and you should gain something.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Wu Changhe suddenly said.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

There was a hint of reluctance on Wu Changhe's face, and then he said: "Your cultivation base is stronger than mine, and you have a sense of proportion."

After a pause, he looked at Han Muye: "You still have the power of the Yaozu bloodline."

Han Muye looked at him, but didn't speak.

"I, I want to give Ziye to you."

purple leaves.

The purple leopard lying on the ground raised its head, its agile eyes were full of reluctance and reluctance.

"Ziye, you are about to have a child of your own, it's not safe in the wasteland."

"I, you know what will happen if you bring your child back to the sect."

Wu Changhe clenched his fists, looked at Zibao, and spoke in a low voice.

He raised his head and said softly: "I want you to take it to the Kuxian Realm."

Bitter Immortal Domain?

Han Muye understood that Wu Changhe regarded himself as the great demon in the realm of bitter immortals.

That's right, with the power of the monster clan's blood, he appeared on the edge of this bitter fairyland, so what is it if he is not a big monster?

"Woo--"

Purple Leopard groaned in pain.

Han Muye looked over, shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it after she gives birth."

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw out a pale golden pill.

The elixir melted directly, wrapping the purple leopard.

"Do you know how to deliver babies?" Han Muye looked at Wu Chang and congratulated him.

Wu Changhe's face froze.

Han Muye shook his head: "Me neither."

"Well, I had one or two experiences back then..." Zhao Pingyu, who flew down, smiled and said.

...

Half a day later, in front of a low stone cave under a hill a hundred miles away, the golden fire was covered in flames and acted as a bonfire.

With curiosity, it kept looking at the three little purple leopards who were feeding in the arms of the purple leopard named Ziye.

It's just that Ziye's eyes were half-closed, a little tired, but there was still a trace of vigilance in her eyes, as if she was afraid that the golden fire would get too close, so she ordered their mother and child.

Not far away, Han Muye, Wu Changhe, and Zhao Pingyu sat opposite each other.

Wu Changhe held a wine gourd in his hand and took a big gulp, a blush flashed across his face.

"I know that we and other cultivators should rely on our own combat power as the foundation, especially my Iron Armored War Clan, who look down on those who use external force to cultivate."

"I, Wuchang Heben, never thought of using the power of Ziye to cultivate."

"Back then, we met in a war. At that time, it didn't kill me who was seriously injured, and it fought side by side with me to break out of the siege together."

Maybe everyone who cultivates the way of the body is the same. Wuchang He has nothing to hide from Han Muye, and he tells about the process of acquainting himself with Ziye and how to accompany him in cultivation.

Because of Zi Ye's help, his combat power has improved a lot.

With his help, Ziye can also have enough resources to practice.

"Hey, originally, I should accompany Ziye to its clan."

Taking a sip of wine, Wuchang He shook his head.

The Ziye Hui group came back after several decades, and not only was injured, but also gave birth to children.

According to the exchange of spiritual thoughts, Wuchang He knew that Ziye's ethnic group encountered a catastrophe, and the entire ethnic group was almost wiped out.

The strongest in their clan fought against the powerful enemy with all their might, and eventually fell seriously injured.

Because the child in its belly is the bloodline of the strongest in the clan.

"In the past few years, Ziye was unable to exert himself due to his own combat power, and many people in the sect tried to give him the idea of ​​a child in his belly, so I brought him to this wasteland."

Wuchang He had a complicated look on his face.

He couldn't protect Zi Ye's three children.

If they go back to the sect, these three cubs must be handed over to the sect and then assigned.

Different from other sects, the gate rules of the Iron Armored War Gate are extremely strict, and it has a sense of military law and military rules.

The disciples in the sect have to hand over the harvest to the sect on weekdays, and then redistribute them.

After all, the Iron Armored War Sect's strength is to form and rush to kill, and the friendship between the same sect is not bad.

Just handing over everything will make people reluctant.

Wuchang He is selfish and reluctant to hand over Ziye's cub, which is understandable.

Zhao Pingyu turned to look at the purple leopard mother and son over there, and lowered his voice: "It's not easy to take care of them, but I can feel that their bloodline strength is not bad."

Of course, it is not easy for these three little purple leopards to grow up.

But if they all grow up safely, their combat power will be extraordinary.

Wuchang He nodded, a look of hope flashed on his face.

"If you just want to find a place where they can grow safely, I can recommend a place." Han Muye pondered and said.

Wuchanghe looked up at him.

Han Muye said softly, "The Bitter Immortal Territory today is a time of turmoil, so it's not a good place to go."

"Through the wasteland, there is a city of Yunlan, where they can live safely."

Yunlan City?

Wuchang He thought for a while and said, "I've heard of the name. It is said that the city lord of this city is a sword cultivator, and his combat power—"

He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Han Muye: "It's you?"

Zhao Pingyu on the side showed a smile: "This is the invincible city master of Yunlan Sword Immortal Yunlan City."

"Yunlan City under the rule of Invincible City is really a rare place in the world that can accept them."

Hearing Zhao Pingyu's words, Wuchang He looked solemn: "I have heard the name Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I admire it very much."

"Can Yunlan City really keep them?"

Whether it is the wasteland or other places, there are not many places where monsters can live.

What's more, because of production, the mother and son of the purple leopard who do not have much combat power for the time being.

Everywhere, they are the best prey in the eyes of many.

"I can't guarantee that there will be no killings in Yunlan City, but whether it's a monster clan or a monster, they can all be treated equally in Yunlan City."

Han Muye's expression was calm, and he looked at Zi Leopard, who was listening with his ears pricked up.

Seemingly sensing Han Muye's gaze, Zibao opened his eyes, looked at Han Muye, and then turned to look at Wuchang He.

The purple leopard whispered a few times, then lowered its head and went to lick the newly born little purple leopard.

The golden fire jumped aside, causing the warm light to flicker.

"I, since Ziye is willing to go, I will send them there." It seemed that he had communicated with Zibao Divine Mind, Wuchang He said without hesitation.

"Don't worry, if Yunlan City can stay for a long time, Ziye and I will definitely have a great reward." Wuchang He stood up and bowed his hands to Han Muye.

Han Muye didn't care much about his generous report.

But Wuchang He Neng took Zibao to Yunlan City, which is a good sign for Yunlan City.

Even the people from the Iron Armored War Sect were willing to foster monsters, which showed the freedom and tranquility of Yunlan City.

"You still have injuries on your body, and your combat power cannot be restored for a while."

Han Muye looked at Wuchang He, raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared.

contract talisman.

"You can try to form a contract with Ziye and use each other's strength, so that you can recover faster."

contract?

Wuchang He took the talisman, the power in the spirit sense, frowned slightly, and pondered there.

Han Muye ignored him, stood up, stretched out his hand, and drew Jin Huo to his shoulders, then flew up the cliff and looked into the distance.

Zhao Pingyu also smiled and followed.

"That's where the grand formation left by the predecessors is. Although I can't see it, I can sense the distortion of the power of heaven and earth." Zhao Pingyu stretched his finger to the horizon ahead.

Han Muye nodded his head, with a gleam in his eyes: "Blood Battle Sect, it seems that some people are going there too?"

Zhao Pingyu also saw several blood-colored smoke pillars, and nodded solemnly.

The people of the Bloody Battle Sect acted unabashedly, and the pillar of smoke could not wait to stain the world with blood.

Just as Han Muye was about to reach out his spiritual sense, he suddenly raised his brows.

In his Divine Treasure, there was a trace of the vibration of Divine Soul Power.

It's done.

The contract is formed.

Under the cliff below, a golden halo flickered, enveloping Wu Changhe and the purple leopard in it, and the celestial patterns on the halo visible to the naked eye intertwined.

This is the conclusion of a contract between the human race and the monsters, and their hearts and strengths will be more closely connected in the future.

Of course, as Han Muye who made the talismans, he was not without some advantages.

The most direct thing is that when the contract was concluded, he, as a witness and the creator of the contract, quietly assumed the fair duty that originally belonged to the Heaven and Earth Avenue.

Where there is responsibility, there is reward.

Every time a contract is concluded, the power of the soul in his divine treasure will get a little bit of benefit.

There is no visible change in one path and two paths, but what about thousands of paths, hundreds of thousands of paths, and millions of paths?

In the future, there will be millions of contracts concluded. As the creator of the contract, Han Muye, the return of spiritual power will be so rich that even he himself dare not imagine.

When the flying body fell, the golden light below had disappeared.

Wu Changhe stood beside Zibao energetically, with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Invincible City Lord." The surge of power on his body made him feel at ease.

With the help of the contract, Zibao's power restored all his injuries.

This is Ziye's choice. After all, Ziye doesn't have much combat power now, so it's better to lend her own strength to Wuchanghe.

The power of the two phases is superimposed, and there is also the blessing of the blood of the monster clan. Wu Changhe's combat power is not only not damaged, but increased several times.

The miraculous power of this contract made Wuchang He amazed and delighted.

Of course, he and Ziye are companions in life and death, and there is no barrier between them. Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve this step.

The transformation of the two forces would not have been so smooth without mutual trust.

"This is my token of identity in the sect. It may be useful when you go to rule the Iron Armored Zhanmen." Wu Changhe handed a green and black token to Han Muye and said.

Han Muye accepted the token without any courtesy.

The Iron Armored War Sect doesn't interact much with other sects, and they are relatively exclusive on weekdays. This token is very useful.

Wu Changhe took the purple leopard mother and son and left for Yunlan City.

With his combat strength and his status as an iron armored warrior master, it is not difficult to traverse the wasteland.

As long as you go to Yunlan City, you can let Zibao raise the little Zibao to live in peace.

Seeing Wu Changhe leave, Han Muye turned his head and looked at Zhao Pingyu.

"Senior Qianzhen, let's go."

Zhao Qianzhen nodded, raised his hand to cover the cyan light, and turned his body into nothingness.

The power of formation.

This place is not far from the remains of the senior Dao Array, and the power of the Dao Array allows them to arrive faster.

Half an hour later, the two had come to a turbulent illusory space.

This is the power of the formation to change the surrounding void, so that the power of the void and the power of the formation are combined, as if a cave has opened up and exists here alone.

"Using the power of formation to simulate the method of transforming the void, although this senior formation has not stepped into the golden fairy realm, this method is not much worse."

Zhao Pingyu looked at the agility and illusion around him, and spoke in a low voice.

Indeed, this is a space opened up by the power of formations, but there is an environment that transforms the void into the sky, which shows that the means are extraordinary.

But it's a pity that this strong man didn't take that step to become the great power of Jinxian.

If one becomes a Golden Immortal, the level of power must be different.

"The bloody battle sect seems to use the power of this formation to sharpen themselves. These people deliberately stepped into the illusion, and then urged the power to break through the formation."

Han Muye looked at the bloody smoke column in front of him, and said softly.

Over there, several masters of the bloody battle sect are struggling to kill.

In fact, there is nothing in this formation that can stop them, it is just a phantom formation.

These Blood War Sect masters deliberately trapped themselves in the phantom formation, and then fought in it.

This feeling is a lot like a challenge on the magic stage.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

The bloody battle sect is so warlike, the Yanfatai and Shengxiantai are really treasures for them.

If you look at it this way, I am afraid that the bloody battle sect will go all out to fight for the control of Shengxiantai.

If the Blood Battle Sect continues to control Shengxiantai, it will not be good news for Han Muye and the practitioners of Yuantian Starfield.

"boom--"

Ahead, a bloody spear headed towards Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu.

There was a cold killing intent on the spearhead, and it condensed into a bloody evil spirit that made people's hearts throb.

There is no need for a reason, just to hunt and kill in the phantom array.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a cyan sword edge pierced out from his fingertips.

"when--"

The blade shattered the spear.

The void oscillated, and more pillars of smoke gathered in front of them.

"Follow me." Zhao Pingyu's rune flashed with fairy light, opening up an illusory path, leading Han Muye into it.

In the rear, those pillars of smoke followed and continued to gather.

Three days later, in front of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu was a blue hall.

In front of the main hall, there is an array of golden armored soldiers.

"Puppet battle formation, looking at it this way, the inheritance of this senior of the formation is probably extremely extraordinary." Looking closely at the battle formation, Zhao Pingyu clenched his fists, with a look of excitement in his eyes.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, to enter the hall, you need to break through this formation." He turned to look at Han Muye.

Please invite Han Muye to go with you just for this moment.

This battle formation requires real strength to break through, there is nothing fancy about it.

Han Muye turned around and looked at the pillar of smoke behind him.

Twenty blood-colored smoke pillars soaring into the sky are already hundreds of miles away, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to arrive.

"A quarter of an hour is enough."

Whispering softly, Han Muye stepped forward and fell in front of the hall.

All the golden armor soldiers opened their eyes instantly, and pointed their spears at Han Muye.

"The time is tight and the task is heavy. Everyone, I will not leave it." Han Muye whispered softly, gathering a large blue-black sword in his hand.

The great sword is five feet wide, as wide as a door, and the fairy light on it flashes.

In front of the main hall, the roar resounded, the battle formation surged, and the strength gathered, condensed into a golden-patterned white tiger, roaring up to the sky.

"White tiger?"

"I have experience in dealing with white tigers."

Han Muye chuckled lightly, the blood on his body ran like a long river, turning into a thick plume of smoke, the big sword in his hand was raised, he jumped, and the long sword slashed down.

"Crack, Yuan-"