Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Cangyun Xianjun.

Back then Han Muye had seen it in the Youxuan sword that Yeming Jinxian gave him.

Goodbye now, he finally remembered that five million years ago, he had listened to the sermon under the seat of Tongtian Immortal with this person.

At that time, this one was not a fairy.

It's just Da Luo Jinxian.

It seems that the inheritance of the Immortal Venerable has an extraordinary opportunity, allowing him to achieve the position of Immortal Sovereign.

It's just that he fell here because of the implication of the immortal. It's really a cause and effect for every drink and peck.

Listening to the sermon under the seat of Tongtian Immortal, Han Muye really deserves the title of Junior Brother.

In his mind, Han Muye gathered a phantom, cupped his hands and said, "Han Muye has seen Senior Brother Cangyun."

"The Underlord from back then." Cangyun Xianjun nodded, looking at Han Muye's condensed figure: "So it was you."

When Han Muye was listening to the sermon under the seat of Xianzun, what he revealed was the real body of Baxia.

For so many years, the direct disciples of the Immortal Venerable that all parties have been looking for are also under the quest for hegemony.

Who would have known that Han Muye was actually a real human race?

Cangyun Xianjun is the most outstanding person under the seat of Tongtian Immortal Venerable, but in the end he fell in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm, leaving only this phantom of the remnant soul.

He didn't hide anything, and told all about what he saw and encountered in Zhoutian God Realm.

The Zhoutian God Realm is a higher level world than the Immortal Realm. There are many strong people in it, and the Immortal King can't be said to be rampant.

Only the Immortal Venerable is the real power.

Han Muye knew about it, but after listening to a fairy narrator, he still felt that the world was vast.

"Master, his cultivation method makes those gods fearful." Cangyun Xianjun's eyes shone brightly, and he whispered softly.

The killing method of Tongtian Immortal Venerable, Zhoutian Grand Formation, can shake the foundation of the rule of the gods.

Han Muye also discovered some clues after continuously researching the cultivation method of Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

The weak overcome the strong, and the strength superimposes.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable has used power to the extreme. A large formation can increase combat power ten thousand times and one hundred thousand times.

How terrible is this?

For the aloof protoss, they are not afraid of someone becoming a strong one, what they fear is that the weak will stand side by side with them and challenge their majesty.

Immortal Master Tongtian was imprisoned in the God Realm, and the God Realm wanted to destroy his inheritance but couldn't.

Because Tongtian Xianzun accepted Han Muye's suggestion and scattered all kinds of treasures.

Inheritance can not be repaired, but the treasures still have to be handed over?

Who is willing to hand over the treasures in their hands?

Since you have the treasures that contain the inheritance in your hand, who would believe that you can't cultivate the inheritance of the Immortal Venerable?

This is simply an unsolvable situation.

Be it the Zhoutian God Realm or the Immortal Realm of all parties, the inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Venerable is more and more forbidden.

"I was too impatient and didn't listen to Master." Cangyun Xianjun showed a trace of regret on his face.

He made a move in the God Realm and attracted powerful enemies to chase him down. He was seriously injured and fled to the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, where he hid in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

"It was done by someone from the Xuanling Sword Sect?" Han Muye frowned and said in a low voice.

According to the memory in Qingyu Sword, it was Xuanling Sword Sect Great Luo Jinxian Zhu Ming who came to intercept and kill him, and finally died together with Cangyun Xianjun.

Han Muye is now temporarily staying at the Xuanling Sword Sect, as a disciple of the Sword Sect. Judging from what Jianzong is doing so far, Xuanling Jianzong is still the right way in the fairy world.

If it is not a last resort, he does not want to turn against Xuanling Sword Sect.

His kendo is upright, and he has his own principles in his actions.

The Xuanling Sword Sect treats him well, and he doesn't want to confront his sword.

It's just that the head of the Xuanling Sword Sect had also listened to the Taoism under the seat of Tongtian Immortal. If the head of the Xuanling Sword Sect betrayed the fairy and made a move on Han Muye, Han Muye would not hold back.

The Jedi counterattack is to uphold justice.

"Zhu Ming?" Cangyun Xianjun shook his head, and said in a low voice: "He once heard a Taoism under the seat of Xianzun, so he has the same origin as us."

"He came to Kuxianyu to help me."

"If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have time to plan and kill the masters of the God Realm who came chasing after me."

"It's just a pity that Zhu Ming fell because of me."

With a light sigh, Cangyun Xianjun showed a trace of regret.

Zhu Ming is the Daluo Jinxian, and his cultivation and combat power are the top figures in this fairy world.

If it wasn't for the implication of Cangyun Xianjun, how could he fall?

"However, I also finished the layout."

Cangyun Xianjun's eyes flickered, and he looked at Han Muye: "Is there a city for burying immortals in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm?"

"Does the Xuanling Sword Sect have a God-Slaying Temple?"

"Is the armored battle gate completely blocking the enemies outside the Broken Soul Valley?"

Han Muye didn't expect that Xuanling Sword Sect's Zhanshen Temple, the Immortal Burial City, one of the three great Jedi in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm, and the Iron Armored Battle Gate that monopolizes one side are all related to this Cangyun Immortal Lord.

That's right, the Immortal Sovereign is powerful, and if he wants to make a plan, he will naturally be able to control one side of the Immortal World.

Han Muye's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Then what about the master of the God Realm who chased and killed Senior Brother Cang Yun?"

Hearing his words, Cangyun Xianjun laughed: "You don't feel any difference between Kuxianyu and other places?"

different.

The power of the prehistoric!

The strong man was also beheaded here, and even the prehistoric world he refined was brought into the realm of bitter immortals.

That's why this bitter fairyland is filled with prehistoric power.

"I blew myself up with my own cave world, suppressed Heyuan Xianjun, and shattered his primordial spirit and cave."

There was a hint of complacency in Cangyun Xianjun's words.

With a seriously injured body, he was able to counter-kill a strong man of the same level. Such a record is certainly something to be proud of.

Cang Yun only had the imprint of the remnant soul left, and after communicating with Han Muye for a while, he dispersed.

This imprint can no longer be regenerated, it is just for the purpose of conveying one's own thoughts.

Han Muye looked at the memories in the ancient sword again, and learned more about what Cangyun Xianjun saw in Zhoutian God Realm and Kuxian Realm.

He seemed to be transformed into a powerful immortal monarch, fighting against the besieged Zhoutian God Realm strongman, carrying the inheritance of the immortal sovereign, and spreading it everywhere.

Refining all kinds of treasures, and then condensing and inheriting them.

This method is the same as that of Tongtian Immortal Venerable back then.

The memory and inheritance of an immortal monarch's great power is indeed worth pondering and studying by Han Muye.

Among the treasures of Immortal Lord Cangyun, many of them are also his heart.

Refining Yuan Ding, which can refine all kinds of power in the world, is the most precious treasure of alchemy.

The Sky Slaying Halberd was taken from the hands of the strong gods for refining. It contains body refining methods, which can be used to temper the body and smelt the power of the blood.

Dao casting plate, the top immortal treasure refined by the ancient immortal master, eighteen pieces in a set, unfortunately only three pieces are left scattered.

This treasure can keep the power of the world undefeated, it contains the way of time, and it can also integrate all kinds of ways in the eighteen discs.

A branch of Tongtianmu is at least ten feet long and as thick as a hug.

...

This is the real treasure collection, compared to those obtained by the Yeming Golden Immortal, it is thousands of times richer.

This is a wealth that even Daluo Jinxian will be tempted by, and even the immortal king and the strong will not let go.

Through the memory in the short sword, Han Muye has already determined the true location of the relic.

His eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and he smiled.

The quality of the sword sent by the four spirit demon kings is not bad. At this time, after refining the immortal energy and sword intent, it has revealed its true appearance, with golden light flashing and flowing light interlacing on the divine pattern.

Wrong cloud nine forging technique.

God Realm Artifact Refining Means.

Although Han Muye didn't do much with refining weapons, he mastered the same refining methods as alchemy.

Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade, and all the accumulation will eventually become a stepping stone for his sword practice.

Accumulate steadily.

After the investigation was over, Han Muye put away his dagger, and looked up to the outside of the small courtyard.

With a wave of his hand, the light in the small courtyard dissipated.

"Come in." He said lightly.

At the door, a middle-aged immortal cultivator in a black robe walked into the small courtyard.

He walked forward slowly, and the aura on his body was constantly changing, first he turned into a tall tiger man, and then he turned into a flesh-faced tauren.

This is the chef from the Qingniu clan that Han Muye saw in the small building before, the one from the Hulun Baier Grassland.

When he walked in front of Han Muye, he was already a fifty-year-old man in black armor with two magic lines on his head and wings on his back.

Seeing a golden token in Han Muye's hand, the old man showed a respectful look, and bowed with fists folded: "Nalan has found my lord."

The Mara clan, with two magic lines and a pair of wings, is already an extremely noble bloodline.

But there is still a big gap between the power of his bloodline and the power of Zhu Ling's bloodline in the token in Han Muye's hand.

Not to mention that Han Muye is the inheritor of the Immortal Venerable and the master of the entire Moluo clan.

"Have Xie Chaoyan passed on my visit to the Kuxian Domain to you?" Han Muye put away the token and said softly.

Today, when he went to look for the people of the Mo Luo clan in Wanchong City, he made an appointment with Xie Chaoyan in advance.

The strength of the Mo Luo clan in the Kuxian Realm is stronger than elsewhere.

It's chaotic here, but no one cares who is the Moluo tribe.

Han Muye needed news from the Kuxian Realm, and it would be more accurate to have the Mo Luo clan inquire.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Nalan Xun nodded and said, "All our clansmen in the Kuxian Realm will be at your command."

"Tell me all the news about the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King." Han Muye narrowed his eyes and said.

Whether it is to rescue Jinglei and everyone, or to find the treasure of the fairy king, he will eventually face the Xiangtian fairy king.

What's more, with Jinhuo, the Nirvana body of the phoenix in his hands, Han Muye is naturally on the opposite side of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

Nalan nodded, and whispered all the things he knew about the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King belongs to the divine bird and demon clan. Even the Moluo clan has not found out which clan it is.

But Nalan Xun knows about the cultivation method of Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

A feather fan flickering with celestial light, the fan is divided into black and white, and everything can be eliminated.

"Wanbao Tianci Fan?" Han Muye's eyes froze, and he whispered.

He had seen a precious fan like this in Cangyun Xianjun's dagger memory.

It was not one of the treasures scattered by Cangyun Xianjun, but the treasure in the hands of the strong man in the God Realm who was killed by him.

Among them, the means are also unique to the God Realm, which can suppress the power of the Immortal Realm.

It turned out to be this treasure, no wonder it was able to overwhelm Huntian Immortal Demon King Nirvana.

If it was this treasure, Han Muye himself had to be careful.

Ten thousand magnetism wears away, such methods are extremely restrained for sword repairers.

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King rose from obtaining that precious fan.

Because of its weak background, the army under its command is fully supported by looting.

The original balance of the Bitter Immortal Domain was also broken, and the people were devastated.

"Xiangtian Immortal Demon King also gathered a few strong men, all of whom are of ancient prehistoric blood."

Nalan Xun introduced in a low voice the strong men under the command of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King is only one person, even if his combat power is overwhelming, it is impossible to sweep the entire Bitter Immortal Realm.

The powerful demon kings under his command, as well as the tyrannical army, are the ones who can truly annex the entire Bitter Immortal Realm.

"The Snake Demon King, the bloodline of the ancient prehistoric beast Ba Snake, can devour the world."

Ba Snake is actually an ancient ferocious beast that likes to kill most.

In the prehistoric era, there was a snake that lay down on the ground and would not come out for a hundred thousand years. When it raised its head, it swallowed a piece of land and thousands of creatures in one gulp.

Ba Snake is vicious and cruel, which can be seen.

"There is also a demon king of nine spirits who can be divided into eight realms. He is already a top figure among the demon kings of the Kuxian domain. I don't know why such a strong person surrenders to the demon king of Xiangtian fairy."

Nalan whispered and shook his head lightly.

Although the Mo Luo clan is pervasive and varied, they are unable to get close to those real strong men and explore the secrets of the Demon King.

Doppelganger?

Could it be Nine Dao clones?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

The ancient spirit fox can also have nine tails and nine lives, but it may not be regarded as the strongest among the beasts.

To become a strong demon king in the Kuxian Realm, unless it is of the blood of the Nine Infants.

An ancient ferocious beast with nine heads and nine bodies.

The key is that Jiuying and Bashe are both the suppressed spirits in the cave of the gods who chased and killed Cangyun Xianjun.

Behind the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, is the immortal king?

If it is really a great power of Xianjun, it is not something he can intervene now.

I don't know about this news, Zhou Sheng of Xuanling Sword Sect, do they know?

Not only these, according to what Nalan Xun said, the army of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King has already traveled tens of thousands of miles away.

Even if the army is not advancing fast, but if it is really necessary to be swept by the strong, it can reach the outside of Wanchong City in an instant.

After reporting all the information, Han Muye waved his hand.

"My lord, I will arrange for two clever clansmen to accompany me, and I will let them pass on any information I need." Nalan Xun bowed and said.

Then he turned around and left, and when he walked out of the small courtyard, he had reverted to the appearance of the human race when he came here.

The magic tricks of the Moluo clan are really difficult to distinguish.

When Nalan Xun left, Han Muye got up and walked out of the courtyard.

He was going to find Zhou Sheng and ask who was behind the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and see if the message from the Xuanling Sword Sect could be more detailed.

As one of the great sects in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, it is impossible for the Xuanling Sword Sect to know everything.

After walking outside the small courtyard, Han Muye frowned.

In the sky in the distance, countless demonic auras surged!

The strong men under the command of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King are here!

"when--"

The sound of the golden bell resounded, and countless figures flew into the sky.

Han Muye saw that there was a sword light shining among those figures.

Zhou Sheng also followed.

"My lord." Qin Zhaoyuan, who stepped out of the courtyard next to him, walked quickly and bowed to Han Muye.

Du Qiang and others surrounded him with serious expressions.

"How's the caravan's supplies going?" Han Muye looked at Du Qiang.

Hundreds of thousands of armored weapons are not a small amount.

"Most of them have already been booked, but," Du Qiang shook his head with a gloomy expression on his face, "I'm afraid it's too late to get them."

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King directly attacked and killed. It would be fine if he could resist it, but if he couldn't, he wouldn't have to sell those armored weapons.

"Sir Sword Immortal, your property is a small matter, so you can't delay your affairs." Du Qiang cupped his fists at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "What orders do you have?"

When he came, the shopkeeper had already explained everything, and everything was under the orders of Yunlan Sword Immortal.

In this situation, the caravan will naturally obey orders.

Even if he doesn't do this business and loses everything, he can't delay Han Muye's affairs.

For commercial firms, losses are regarded as investments.

This is the way of merchants, to make a big difference with a small one.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the demonic light in the sky, pondered for a moment and said, "I was planning to use your caravan to cover up and go to the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, but looking at it now, I'm afraid it won't happen."

"You deliver the goods first, and then go out of the city to join us." Han Muye looked at the chaotic place below the city and shook his head.

In Wanchong City, many monster clans have already fled out of the city.

No matter what kind of city it is, it is difficult for it to be intact when the Jinxian powerhouse fights.

Not everyone has the desire to coexist with the city.

The city obviously knew it too, seeing that the gates of the city began to close.

Du Qiang bowed quickly, raised his hand and sent out several golden talismans.

All the guards in the caravan moved into action, carrying those big boxes on their backs and moving them outside.

Groups of generals came galloping, and several big monster masters with extraordinary bearing followed to receive these armors.

"The Great Array of Protecting the City is about to open." Qin Zhaoyuan turned his head to look at the surrounding green branches and leaves, and said in a low voice.

The entire Wanchong City has already moved, covered by countless green leaves.

Green demonic lights flickered one after another, about to condense into a green light curtain.

As long as the light curtain is sealed, there will be no more passages in the void.

"Let's go." Han Muye nodded, his body moved and turned into a blue lightning bolt.

Invoke the power of Kui Niu, combined with the power of the blood of the monster clan, and leave before the city is closed by the large formation.

Qin Zhaoyuan also flew away.

They didn't come to the Kuxian Realm to fight the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King here, and they didn't need to be trapped in the city.

Flying a hundred miles away from the city, the roar can already be heard in the distance.

Looking back, the entire Wanchong City was shrouded in a blue light curtain, flashing infinite streamers, and the illusory branches swayed, as if they were about to break through the sky.

This light curtain is gathered by the large formation that protects the city, and it needs to draw the power of all living things in the city.

If Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan didn't leave, they would also be drawn at this time and become part of the foundation support of this great formation.

"This is the Territory of Bitter Immortals." Qin Zhaoyuan looked complicated, looked at Wanchong City, which was already inaccessible, and said in a low voice: "The chaos is endless, and the low-level creatures can only be engulfed in it, and they can't help themselves."

The suffering of the Immortal Realm of Bitterness lies in the fact that low-level creatures have no right to choose.

Among the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, only the Bitter Immortal Realm will fight endlessly and never get repaired.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

The suffering in the Immortal Territory is caused by the nature of the monster race, but it is also deliberately instigated by other forces.

There are pushers and shadows behind every chaotic battle.

The only ones who are really powerless are those low-level monsters and immortals.

At this moment, he had a glimpse of the inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

Accumulate and superimpose, form a Zhoutian formation, and you can overthrow the world.

This is what those powerful and powerful people who are high above and don't take the lives of low-level immortal cultivators as a big deal are afraid of.

The power of ants.

"My lord, this is the message from the place where the senior sat down."

Qin Zhaoyuan raised his hand, and handed a jade slip to Han Muye.

Han Muye took the jade slip, and his spiritual thoughts penetrated into it.

"Wind Roar Ridge in Qiling State?"

"Is this the headquarters of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King?"

The location recorded in the jade slip is clearly the foundation of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King before his rise.

Here, those masters of Thunder Thief happened to be imprisoned.

Han Muye had discussed with Cangyun Xianjun before, and there was no second immortal in the Kuxian Realm who fell.

In addition to the relics left by Cangyun Xianjun, Zhu Ming has one last arrangement.

Or, it was the strong man from the Zhoutian God Realm who stayed behind before his fall.

"If that guy has any tricks, you have to be careful." At that time, Cangyun Xianjun confessed with a dignified expression.

Immortal Monarch's backhand arrangement is not something that immortal cultivators like Han Muye, who have not yet reached the Golden Immortal Realm, can break through.

Looking at the position Qin Zhaoyuan gave him now, could it be related to the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, or the fallen strongman from the Zhoutian God Realm?

"Master Sword Immortal, Du Qiang led a caravan of thirty-two guards to join us." Not far away, Du Qiang, who was wearing a black armor, bowed and saluted.

Behind him, there are dozens of immortal cultivators who also wear black armor and have restrained aura.

Not all human races, but also demon races.

Han Muye pondered for a while, and handed the jade slip back to Qin Zhaoyuan.

"Go here first, collect good news and wait for me,"

"I still have something to do."

Regardless of the authenticity of the Xianjun's legacy, he will go and see it.

But before that, he had to open the treasure left behind by Immortal Cangyun.

Once he went to Fenghou Ridge and had a conflict with the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, he might not have the chance to stay in the Kuxian Realm to find the treasure left by the Immortal Monarch.

Qin Zhaoyuan and Du Qiang had no objection to Han Muye's arrangement.

But after a while, everyone flew away quietly.

Han Muye also chose a direction, and the sword light became invisible and disappeared directly.

Flying all the way, you can see messy monsters everywhere.

Perhaps it was the beginning of the great battle, there was constant roaring in the distance, no one cared about the figure flying in the sky, Han Muye's sword light was extremely fast, traveling millions of miles a day.

Three days later, he landed in front of a mountain stretching thousands of miles.

The blue-gray mountain peaks are surrounded by cliffs.

At the foot of the mountain, traces of fireworks flickered.

This is a volcano, a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

There are no big monster tribes around, only scattered monster tribes, living through those ground fires.

Even if the ground fire will erupt at some time, and once it erupts, it will kill them, these low-level monsters still live here.

This is the helplessness of low-level creatures.

The power of heaven and earth is an irresistible existence in front of them.

Stepping into the mountains, Han Muye raised his hand, and two swords emerged.

One is the Youxuan sword that Yeming Jinxian paid for, and the other is the ancient sword given by the four spirit demon kings.

The two swords hang still, and after a slight vibration, they shoot forward quickly.

Han Muye followed behind the long sword, riding against the wind.

Feijian moved extremely fast, but within half an hour he was already three thousand miles away.

This is already the hinterland of the mountains, where the rising smoke clouds and flames are intertwined, turning the surrounding sky into fiery red.

The two swords paused slightly, hanging above the tumbling lava.

But at this time, the positions of the two swords are somewhat different.

The Youxuan Sword trembled slightly, as if it was going to move forward.

The ancient sword pointed downward, as if it was about to fall into the lava lake.

Han Muye stood there with a gleam in his eyes.

Taking a breath, he raised his hand.

The two swords returned to the palm.

"Senior Ye Ming, we found the place, but you still haven't shown up?" Han Muye lowered his head slightly, and said lightly.

night light.

Yeming Jinxian!

As his words fell, a figure stepped out from the smoke and landed in front of Han Muye.

"That's right, let me do the rest."

Yeming Jinxian laughed, and turned his head to look down: "Cooking the vastness, it turned out that it was a volcano, and I was still setting up in the wasteland, looking for a place where everything can be smelted."

Raising his hand, the golden fairy light flickered, pressing down on the boiling lava below, and the smile on Yeming Jinxian's face became even wider.

"I have searched for so many years, and finally got all the treasures of the immortal king."

Around him, treasures that shone with celestial light emerged one after another.

"Compared with the real treasures of the immortal emperor, what are these rags?" There was a hint of arrogance on Ye Ming Jinxian's face, as if countless years of suppression had finally been released.

Looking at Han Muye, he seemed to have found someone to confide in.

"If outsiders know that I just got the treasure left by the fairy king, and that there is no strong backing behind me, how miserable will I die?"

"Do you know how painful it is to keep a great secret in your heart and not be known by anyone?"

Yeming Jinxian's face was slightly distorted.

Han Muye nodded.

He really knows the pain of the secret in his heart not being known to outsiders.

Transmigrated identity.

The identity of Xianzun's disciple.

A variety of cultivation methods that cannot be displayed in front of outsiders.

"You don't understand!" Yeming Jinxian gritted his teeth, and raised his arms: "I could have been on one side, but I wanted to deliberately lay it out on the wasteland, and let others wait slowly, waiting for the moment when I opened the treasure."

"Everyone is lurking behind, just waiting to squeeze me dry."

There are no eternal secrets in the world.

Those big forces didn't move the Yeming Golden Immortal because his value wasn't enough for them to match up with his fictional power.

But once the layout on the wasteland leads to top-secret treasures, there will definitely be strong people to snatch them.

At that time, the Yeming Golden Immortal would become an abandoned son.

So he is afraid.

He was afraid that when he woke up, his cave had already been sealed by a tyrannical formation.

"It's really difficult for you to roam the wasteland for so many years." Han Muye nodded again, and said softly.

Just like himself, he only dared to wander in the wilderness.

They are the same kind of people.

"Haha, it's fine now." Sword Immortal Yeming looked at the lava below, and the madness on his face was hard to hide.

"As long as I get the real treasure of Xianjun, I will be able to run amok in the rain-covering fairyland."

"At that time, let's see who dares to make up my mind."

He raised his hand and pointed at Han Muye.

"You, sorry, you can disappear."

"boom--"

As the words fell, a ray of golden light descended from the sky and landed on Han Muye.

Golden snare, thousands of stars.

To the Golden Immortal expert, Han Muye is just a celestial immortal.

That's all.

"You once had a sword confrontation with Shu Ming Jinxian."

"I also faced swords with the spirit sword Jinxian across the air."

Ye Ming Jinxian smiled, with a flash of contempt in his eyes, he said flatly: "Let me see that you really have the ability to fight Jinxian."

Shu Ming Jinxian is a member of Xuanling Sword Sect.

No one knows how powerful that sword is.

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal drew his sword in the city of burying immortals, and the sword traversed thousands of miles, and outsiders didn't know how much power was left in the sword.

From Ye Ming Jinxian's point of view, Han Muye also knocked out a sword on him, even though he sent this sword on purpose.

Now Han Muye has no use value at all, he can die.

Only the dead Han Muye can keep the secret.

"Om—"

The golden net covering Han Muye vibrates and shrinks continuously.

Yizhang.

Three feet.

Ye Ming Jinxian narrowed his eyes.

When the snare retracted within three feet of Han Muye's body, he showed relief and disdain.

Sword repair within three feet is already the bottom line.

Once the bottom line is broken, what about the sword fairy?

Life and death are at stake.

Yeming Jinxian raised his hand.

Then he was slightly taken aback.

Han Muye, who was surrounded by a snare in front of him, also raised his hand.

The two swords pointed forward at the same time.

"Stab—"

The golden snare was picked apart by the sword edge, golden streamers flickered, and the sword light spun, wrapping the snare on the long sword, turning into golden fairy patterns.

A rare fairy treasure, just like that, swallowed up?

A flash of astonishment flashed across Ye Ming Jinxian's face, and he didn't clenched his hand that was opened in vain.

In front of a Dongxu Heavenly Immortal, he, the Golden Immortal, would be a little at a loss.

"This is a volcano..."

Han Muye looked around, with a trace of unspeakable emotion that made Ye Ming Jinxian's heart tremble.

"Here is the arrangement left by Senior Brother Cang Yun back then, as a means to suppress the strong in the God Realm at the last moment."

"Unfortunately, it's useless."

Senior Brother Cang Yun!

Suppress the powerhouses of the God Realm!

Ye Ming Jinxian's eyes widened.

These words, can a Dongxu Heavenly Immortal say it?

"You, who are you?" He looked at Han Muye, his voice trembling.

"Who am I?" Han Muye whispered softly.

It was difficult for him to answer this question himself.

If possible, he would rather not time travel by himself.

If possible, he would only be a sword watcher on Jiuxuan Mountain in the western border.

If possible, he would like to practice peacefully with his Taoist companion only in the Profound Sky World.

If possible, he doesn't want that inheritance spanning five million years.

But since all of this has already happened, then, hold it in your hands!

As a sword cultivator, all opportunities are fought with the sword in his hand.

There is no reason to give up on your own opportunities.

"Canglang—"

Two swords fly together.

The golden sword light, with the power of the immortal treasure absorbed before, flickered and surrounded the body of Yeming Jinxian.

I didn't speak again.

Neither Han Muye nor Yeming Jinxian spoke.

Each revealed their biggest secret, and today, only one of them can leave.

"when--"

Han Muye's sword was blocked by three shields in Yeming Jinxian's hands.

Then, the blue-gray Three Thousand Mountains smashed down towards Han Muye.

Ten blasts of wind exploded, and the black palm slapped Han Muye on the head.

A blue rope appeared outside Han Muye's body and turned into a hundred-foot-high snake.

The Golden Immortal's tricks are relentless.

Yeming Jinxian and other strong men who have been wandering in the wasteland for countless years are sure to kill.

But Han Muye in front of him was no longer hiding.

A golden fairy is in front, and it is impossible to hide.

"boom--"

The phantom of Kui Niu is on the side.

Countless long swords turned into long dragons, and the nine-story sword towers formed a row.

Sword intent.

fighting spirit.

Killing intent.

Essence turned into a line.

The sword of Yuanshen is suspended.

Thousands of swords unite.

At this moment, this sword is the strongest sword Han Muye can reveal!

The sword light condensed and chopped off his head.

No matter what you do, I will only go with one sword.

The moment the sword was condensed, the lava below began to boil and roll, like a wave being drawn.

"I, I know who you are—"

Yeming Jinxian stared wide-eyed, watching the long sword come forward, smashing everything, and roared loudly.

"boom--"

Sword, fall.