Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The power of Tonghe Immortal World is far from that of Immortal Origin World.

When the warning bell rang, the power of heaven and earth fell, and all the practitioners in the fairy world obviously felt that their power was suppressed.

However, the power of heaven and earth in this world is obviously not strong enough, and it cannot be suppressed above the Void Transformation Realm.

The sword array in front just swung the lightsaber, breaking through the last protection of the Yunting Taoist sect.

Neither the master of Yunting Dao Sect nor the elder of the Great Luo Realm dared to resist at this time, so they could only lead the disciples back slowly.

They could sense that behind the sword array there was an extremely strong person pressing the array.

If they dared to move, they would definitely attract a thunderous blow.

Backing away slowly, attracting the opponent to attack, and then slowly fading away, this is the right way.

For Da Luo Jinxian who has practiced for countless years, a little gain or loss is nothing, and the sect is nothing, and his own life is the most important.

"After all, it is an existence that has been cultivated for countless years." Seeing Yunting Daozong give up his own sect, Han Muye smiled lightly.

With a wave of his hand, those practitioners from the Immortal Origin World began to occupy the entire Yunting Dao Sect.

After occupying Daozong, the first thing they did was to find the practice method of Yunting Daozong.

According to Han Muye's instructions, everyone quickly practiced a Yunting Taoist practice method.

With the help of the elixir prepared before, in one day, everyone has cultivated the most basic exercises of Yunting Daozong.

Once the exercises are completed, everyone feels the pressure on their bodies is relieved.

Those who have practiced the practice method belonging to this world will be recognized as a person in this world and will not be suppressed by this world.

This is a common method used in many practice worlds when they invade the opponent's world.

This is also the reason why many practice inheritances will not be cut off.

Back then, the Tianxuan Dao Contest used this method.

In the end, the fairy world was annexed by the Tianxuan world.

"Where is the villain, dare to invade our Tonghe Immortal Realm?" In the void, a voice sounded.

After a day of buffering, there will eventually be a powerful and strong man.

Xianjun!

The voice spreads thousands of miles, and he can control the world overnight. This is the existence of the fairy king in this world, who has already merged with the power of the world.

The sword light rose from Li Yungang's body.

The eyes of the two same immortal monarchs also flickered.

"Don't worry about the first seat, this time, I'll come."

Han Muye spoke softly, and stepped forward with one step.

On his body, the sword intent that had been suppressed suddenly burst out.

From the very beginning of the Celestial Immortal Cave, straight to the Refining Void, and another turn, it is already the realm of Void Transformation.

The sword intent was at the peak of Huaxu, but the soul clearly far surpassed the heavenly immortal, reaching above the heavenly immortal, the golden immortal.

Not only Jinxian, but Han Muye's soul power is revealed, at least Da Luo!

In the sky behind him, sword lights crisscrossed and turned into a sea of ​​swords.

The sword of Yuanshen rushed straight up to the sky and condensed into a blue long sword with ten thousand zhang.

To deal with Xianjun, it is natural to use all your strength.

"Fat Tiger." Han Muye shouted in a low voice.

Huang Zhihu flew up, and the long sword in his hand drew the power of the sword array below, converging into endless sword light, overlapping with the Yuanshen sword above Han Muye's head.

Han Muye's eyes flickered so brightly that people couldn't look directly at them.

At this time, with the blessing of the sword array and the power of the sword of the primordial spirit, he finally has the qualification to face an immortal monarch for the time being.

"This Fellow Daoist Yunlan is really extraordinary." Behind Han Muye, the Immortal Sword Dao standing beside Li Yungang whispered.

The other nodded slightly.

They originally thought that Han Muye was just Li Yungang's descendant, who was introduced by Li Yungang to take charge of common affairs.

Looking at it now, Han Muye clearly had the qualifications to be equal to them.

"Hehe, this kid is really surprising..." Li Yungang also sighed softly.

At this time, Han Muye clearly had the qualifications to fight him with all his might.

How long has it been?

Sure enough, he is a guy who is accompanied by chance in heaven and earth.

"An ant-like existence dares to challenge me." In the void in front of him, there was a cold snort, and a Taoist figure holding a whisk appeared.

The Taoist's voice was indifferent and contemptuous, but his hands didn't stop at all.

The fly whisk in his hand mobilized the power of heaven and earth to turn into a roaring blood-colored wolf, and threw himself on Han Muye.

This blood wolf has a demonic light all over its body, it is clearly a tyrannical monster, and it was refined and suppressed in the whisk.

A whisk that is equivalent to a fairy treasure, if it strikes suddenly, even a fairy of the same level must be careful to deal with it.

A person like Han Muye, who had the power to fight the Immortal Monarch through the sword array, would definitely not be able to block this blow.

The Taoist watched the blood wolf pounce on Han Muye with a smile on his face.

There are three immortals on the other side, but they invade and fight.

As long as I deal with it carefully and use the power of heaven and earth to help, I might not be able to keep the other party in this world.

If a fairy king falls and the power of heaven and earth feeds back, he may be able to rise to a higher level.

"kill."

Ahead, Han Muye watched the blood wolf pounce on him, and drank in a low voice.

He raised his hand, and the long sword behind his back stood upright in the air, and he slashed down fiercely.

In a battle of this level, without the matching strength, you can't even catch a single blow.

If one's true cultivation reaches the level of an immortal, one does not need to consider combat skills.

The only thing needed is, strength.

The will to fight has already surged.

Killing intent, full of mind.

Sword intent, I don't know how much it has accumulated.

After comprehending the sword storage method of the Spirit Sword Immortal, Han Muye has never stopped storing the power of a sword.

This sword at this time is the sword he has accumulated since the city of Burying Immortals!

"boom--"

The long sword slashed down, and the world collapsed!

Not to mention Tonghe Immortal Realm, even the Celestial Wall of the God Realm can be shattered by this sword!

Nothing can stop this sword.

Even Xianjun can't stop it!

The clear sword light cut the blood wolf to pieces.

The sword light spun and bumped head-on at the fairy king of the Tonghe Immortal Realm.

My own fairy treasure can't stop a sword!

This guy who exists like an ant is so strong!

The Taoist was shocked, and he rushed forward, turning into a long gray and black dragon.

"when--"

The long sword collided with the double horns, and the light of the sword turned and turned into the next cycle.

Han Muye raised his hand, the sword in his hand was even brighter.

Can't wait any longer! Fear flickered in the black dragon's eyes.

The sound of the dragon chant resounded, and endless gray mist spewed out from its mouth, covering Han Muye and the sword array below him in an instant.

"Let me see how you can get rid of my natal smoke and dust." The black dragon roared, and the surrounding void vibrated, attracting the power of heaven and earth to gather.

The black dragon was actually born and bred in this world, and he can trigger the blessing of the world's heaven and earth power.

With this level of combat power, there are not many who can defeat him at the same level.

Li Yungang frowned, and slowly pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

But before he could make a move, two immortal lights rose not far away.

Xianjun!

The other two immortals from this world have already arrived.

Their power is locked, and whoever makes a move at this time will attract a thunderous blow.

The two swordsmen beside Li Yungang glanced at each other and put their hands on the hilts of their swords, but did not move.

They came for the deal, not for the desperate.

"Om—"

Ahead, the sound of sword chant resounded among the clouds and smoke.

It seemed that the long sword was suppressed and struggling desperately.

Li Yungang was stunned for a moment, and smiled on his face: "Haha, I knew this kid had a way."

He smiled and turned to look at the fairy who appeared on the side.

"This guy is mine."

After the words fell, he had already flew up.

The long sword moved, pierced the void, and sent the sword light to that fairy.

The other two Immortals of Sword Dao looked at each other, moved their bodies, and disappeared in place.

When they reappeared, they were already in front of the last Tonghe Immortal Monarch.

The three immortals shot at the same time!

"break--"

At this time, Han Muye, who was suppressed by Yunyan, didn't wait any longer, and with a low shout, the sword of soul turned into thousands of Taos.

The sword of trapping immortals, ten thousand swords form an array.

Once the sword formation was completed, all the clouds and smoke were suppressed by the counterattack.

The power of heaven and earth was also torn apart by the sword light, and cracks appeared in the surrounding void.

"call out--"

A purple dagger cut through the void and appeared above the head of the black dragon.

Heilong raised his head, just as his two horns touched the sword light on the short sword, he felt a pain in his jaw, and a long blue sword had pierced into it.

Two fairy swords quietly attacked!

Terrified, the black dragon turned around and wanted to leave.

Han Muye stepped forward, and a golden shadow appeared behind him.

Kui Niu.

The ancient divine beast Kui Niu stepped down and stepped on the black dragon's neck.

"Boom—"

The black dragon trembled and rolled in mid-air.

This blow has already hurt his root.

Without stopping, Han Muye raised his hand, and a thunderbolt descended.

"boom--"

The thunder light hit the top of the black dragon's head, shaking the black dragon's body.

In the next instant, countless thunder lights were attracted, trapping the black dragon.

Dao after sword light shuttled, pierced through the thunder light, and then flew out.

Many of the sword cultivators below are very familiar with this scene.

During the Daoist War, Han Muye was like this, motivating them to sacrifice their swords with blood to improve the quality of the swords in their hands.

At this time, how similar.

"If you haven't drawn your sword yet, when will you wait?" Han Muye shouted in a low voice.

The light of millions of swords below penetrated directly into the sea of ​​thunder.

The roar in the sea of ​​thunder turned into a miserable howl.

Han Muye was unmoved, with a look of indifference in his eyes.

He didn't use the sword himself, so he wasn't contaminated with karma.

The cause and effect of beheading a fairy king is shared by millions of sword cultivators. Not only will they not be harmed, but they can use this power to sharpen themselves.

Li Yungang was like this at the beginning, and it was also like this in Burying Immortal City later.

Fighting against the strong is of great benefit to sharpening one's own practice.

The black dragon was submerged by the sea of ​​thunder and killed by a million sword lights, which made the other two immortals terrified.

But one of the two had to face two swordsmen of the same level, and the other was entangled by Li Yungang, the head of the Xuanling Sword Sect Zhantian Temple, who had a headache in the entire Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

They had no chance of coming to the rescue.

There were a few big Luo Jinxians who wanted to make a move, but Han Muye stood there with a long sword in his hand, with fighting and killing intent intertwined on his body.

Suppressing the Immortal Monarch with a single sword, and watching the Immortal Monarch be grinded to death, Han Muye stood there with an aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

Those big Luo Jinxians watched helplessly as the surging Qi and blood in the thunder sea became weaker and weaker.

"Om—"

Han Muye raised his hand, and Lei Hai dispersed.

But the sword formation of a million sword repairmen has been set up, suppressing a black dragon with only a skeleton left.

At this time, no one dared to approach.

The power of the sword array to suppress and kill the black dragon has reached its limit. Whoever gets close to it and triggers the power to backlash will destroy the world.

Even Xianjun dared not face the sword formation at this time.

Han Muye turned his head and looked in the direction of Li Yungang and the two swordsmen.

The confrontation between the four immortals has caused the power of heaven and earth to shake.

"I'll leave the rest to you." Han Muye turned to look at Huang Zhihu.

Huang Zhihu nodded.

Suppressing the Immortal Monarch, slowly fading away with the light of the sword.

The other armies have already gained a firm foothold, and it will take a long time to truly attack and kill this world.

But one of the other three immortals has been suppressed here, and there is no possibility of resistance.

The remaining two were also suppressed, either fleeing or falling.

There is no need for Han Muye to stay here.

He is not prepared to take over this world really quickly.

With the power of the fairy world, it is very difficult to swallow this pass and the fairy world completely.

needs time.

Han Muye was not in a hurry.

He just wanted to let the practitioners in the fairy world experience the cruelty of the battle in the fairy world in advance.

Turning around, he quietly left the battle formation, and then stepped into the already solid immortal formation.

He returned to the world of Xianyuan and went straight to the Nine Profound Sword Pavilion.

In the first battle to suppress Xianjun, he had already accumulated and sorted out enough of his own strength.

The soul is already in the realm of Daluo.

The physical body has already surpassed the Golden Immortal, and is firmly in the Daluo realm.

The strongest is actually his practice of swordsmanship.

This kind of understanding has reached the point where I dare not even think about it.

But because of the differentiation of the two primordial spirits, his own cultivation has become a shortcoming instead.

If not, his cultivation would have broken through the Void Transformation Realm and stepped into the Golden Immortal Realm.

For a whole ten years, Han Muye did not step out of the Jiange.

Except for Mu Wan and Yun Jin who sometimes come, Mo Yuan has been studying swordsmanship with him.

After ten thousand swords are united, there will be more heaven and earth as swords.

When the way of the sword reaches the sky, viewing the scenery with the sword is even more beautiful at every step.

Ten years later, Mo Yuan left with a long smile.

Han Muye also walked out of the Nine Profound Sword Pavilion.

Outside the Jiange, he met a man he hadn't seen for a long time.

Wearing a green robe, Bai Suzhen exudes a hint of magic.

"Muye Sword Ancestor." Bai Suzhen looked at Han Muye and bowed slightly with a complex expression.

Han Muye smiled and waved his hands, and said softly, "Why does Shopkeeper Bai have such a relationship with me?"

He pointed to the Jiange at the back: "You see, I am full of acquaintances in this Jiange, and most of the shopkeepers of Youbai recognize them."

Bai Suzhen nodded.

She had already met Huang Laoliu and Lin Shen when she came here.

It was also because of the presence of these old friends that she waited a little longer.

"Since Senior Brother Han misses the past, I'll just say it straight." Bai Suzhen sighed softly, and handed a black jade plaque to Han Muye.

"My father was lost in the River Styx."

Styx?

Han Muye took the jade tablet, fixed his eyes on the blood-colored pattern on it, and phantoms appeared in front of him.

In the abyss of heaven and earth, there are shadow demons residing.

The Styx River is the source and the end of the power of death in the world.

Styx, under the endless sea.

There is a world belonging to the Shadow Demon Cultivator.

Styx Immortal?

Han Muye knew it clearly.

Styx, that is the place where the Immortal Styx fell, where the power of the Immortal Styx manifested.

I really didn't expect that this message from Styx would appear in front of me.

Didn't He Qu from Tonghe Immortal Realm come for Styx?

"When did Senior Li Mubai get lost in the Styx River?"

Holding the jade tablet, Han Muye asked.

Bai Suzhen sighed and told about her father's fate.

Although the strong Tianxuan does not admit it, he has to admit that there is a mountain that cannot be moved in the world.

That was Han Muye.

Makino Sword Ancestor.

Such a strong man who overwhelms the past and the present, makes the practitioners who are in the same world with him unable to lift their heads.

That's what Li Mubai thought when he started from Xijiang.

Later, he has been looking for the power to improve himself.

Over the years, his cultivation has indeed increased a lot.

According to Bai Suzhen, Li Mubai has already cultivated to the semi-holy state.

Demonic half-holy.

This cultivation is already extremely strong.

But compared to Han Muye, it was far worse.

A hundred years ago, Han Muye returned and directly raised the level of the entire Immortal Origin World, stepping into the Immortal Realm.

This was really a blow to Li Mubai.

Afterwards, Li Mubai got some jade tokens from nowhere, so he confessed to Bai Suzhen that he was in charge of the magic power in his hand, and left quietly.

The jade tablet in Han Muye's hand is related to Li Mubai, a treasure that can sense his current situation.

Judging from the intermittent vibrations transmitted by the jade tablet, Li Mubai is probably in a very bad situation right now.

"You want me to go to Styx?" Han Muye said while holding the jade tablet.

Bai Suzhen said in a low voice: "I have nothing to offer, I can only beg you with a thick skin."

The one who can enter the Styx to save Li Mubai is probably only Han Muye.

Other strong people may do it too, but Bai Suzhen is unable to work.

No matter what, Han Muye is also an old friend.

"Okay." Han Muye replied simply.

Bai Suzhen didn't leave, just when Mu Wan came, she was very happy to meet her.

Mu Wan, Jin Yuan, Bai Suzhen, now Jin Yuan is in Tianxuan World, mainly studying various elixirs with Jiang Ming, those days are carefree.

When Mu Wan and Bai Suzhen talked about the incident on Jiuxuan Mountain, they were also extremely emotional.

And Han Muye found Huang Laoliu.

"To the Styx?" Huang Laoliu shook his head.

"I've heard of that place, it's the most chaotic place in the world, where all kinds of monsters are rampant."

"I'm not interested in going there."

Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye, his eyes widened: "What are you doing there?"

"You don't practice magic."

"You are going there, I am afraid that you will be besieged directly."

Han Muye nodded and said, "So I asked Sixth Brother if he would like to go."

"Just because of Li Mubai?" Huang Laoliu frowned and said, "Although Shopkeeper Bai has some connections with us, it's not worth your trip to Styx for this."

Han Muye took out the bloody cloud that he got from He Qu's spear.

The place where the Styx Immortals fell.

The legacy of an immortal.

Huang Laoliu chuckled and said, "I know that it will be of great benefit to lead you there."

He rubbed his chin, nodded and said, "Sure, I'll accompany you."

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The River Styx is under the endless sea.

It's not really about diving into the endless sea, but passing through the deep world of the endless sea.

Tear open the world with the secret method, and then use the objects with the power of the Styx as a guide to have the opportunity to step into the realm of the Styx.

This is a territory that belongs to one party alone.

When Han Muye and Huang Laoliu came to Minghe, he finally understood why there were demon cultivators gathered here.

The River Styx rushes like a sea of ​​blood.

Among them, the surging power is the power of pure qi and blood stripped of resentment.

But this qi and blood are not the power of Yaozu's cultivation, but can swallow everything and make people unable to get close.

"Eighty million miles of the Styx River, everything does not float." Huang Laoliu looked at the Styx River and muttered.

The power of the Styx River is tyrannical and can consume the power of heaven and earth, turning this place into a place where no power of heaven and earth exists.

In this way, there will be no order in this world.

For Moxiu, who is used to doing things that hurt the sky, this place is a treasure.

Moreover, throwing the qi and blood contaminated by one's own body into the Styx River for training can be exchanged for benefits.

When Han Muye and the others arrived, many demons around here had already noticed.

At this time, Han Muye was wearing a black robe, a half dragon scale visor on his face, and a long gray sword on his back.

This long sword is a magical sword weapon specially chosen by him.

As for him, a magic treasure is used to cover up his aura, and when outsiders probe him, he looks exactly like a practitioner of the magic way.

"I once had some encounters with a master of magic, and that guy is from the Styx River." Huang Laoliu looked into the distance and pointed to the bank of the Styx River.

He took out a bone flute, brought it to his mouth, and played it directly.

"Woo--"

The low voice carries a kind of resentment and gentleness, which makes it difficult to suppress the sadness in the heart.

When the sound of the flute sounded, the expressions of the surrounding monsters changed drastically, and they ran away.

Han Muye also showed a strange look on his face.

Ahead, on the blood-colored Styx River, a bone-colored sailboat a hundred feet long dangled.

"Didn't it mean that nothing floats above the Styx River?" Han Muye turned to look at Huang Laoliu.

This word is still hot.

"Well, maybe, he has the ability." Huang Laoliu raised his hand to look at the bone flute in his hand.

The material of this bone flute is the same as that of the bone boat.

"But Brother Six?"

There was a voice on the boat, and a young man in a black robe with flashing magic lights was standing at the bow of the boat.

"Are you here to see my sister?"

Huang Laoliu's expression was a little unnatural.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

"Ahem, I guess..." Huang Laoliu replied, and then lowered his voice: "They are a family of Ferrymen of the Styx River. If you want to find people in the Styx River, you can only look for them."

Hearing Huang Laoliu's answer, a black ladder had already protruded from the bone boat over there.

Han Muye and Huang Laoliu flew onto the ladder.

The two walked forward slowly, and when they reached the front of the ladder, hanging above the Styx River, Han Muye's expression suddenly changed.

All the immortal power in him has lost its traction.

At this moment, he was like a mortal, except for the strength of blood all over his body, he couldn't even mobilize his sword intent.

Fortunately, the power of the soul can still be used, and the sword of the primordial spirit in the Shenzang can also sense it.

This Styx has such a strange power.

No wonder Huang Laoliu didn't want to come.

"This is my brother, Han Muye."

Stepping on the deck, Huang Laoliu pointed at Han Muye, and then raised his hand to pat the young man on the deck on the shoulder.

"Boy, you've grown up so much."

Huang Laoliu turned his head to look at Han Muye and said, "Do you still remember the power of the magic dragon that I aroused when I first stepped into the Demon Realm?"

"That's his sister."

At the beginning, Huang Laoliu aroused his demonic energy and stepped into the world of demonic ways.

That magical armor, attracting the dragon of the evil way, ran rampant, known as the great sage who stepped on the sky.

Unexpectedly, there is such a relationship with the world of Styx.

At the beginning, Han Muye heard what Huang Laoliu said, but in the end he chose to send Molong away and go into seclusion with his sixth sister-in-law.

Among them, is there any other story?

"My name is Ke Yang, and I am the young patriarch of the Ferryman Clan on the Styx River."

"You are Brother Six's brother, so naturally you are also my brother."

The young man with his body full of magic light and his hair tied up high nodded to Han Muye.

"By the way, since I came out for a trip, I can't go back empty-handed." After Ke Yang finished speaking, he raised his hand to attract a series of black phantoms, flying away towards the surroundings.

"Ferry across the Styx River, Yin and Yang travel through."

"Since seeing yin and yang, bring the soul to—"

Ke Yang let out a low shout, and there was a strange force vibrating in the void.

This power directly frightened each of the monsters, their eyes were dull, and their bodies were straight.

Those scattered black shadows landed on these monsters, extracted the power of spirits one after another, and then held them in both hands and sent them to Ke Yang.

Ke Yang raised his hand, and the black streamer at his fingertips flickered, integrating these spirit powers into the sails of the bow.

With the integration of spirit and soul, the whole bone boat began to move forward slowly.

"The most persistent thing in this world is the soul, the cheapest is also the soul, and the thickest is the soul."

"My bone boat uses the soul as its sail, so it can travel on the River Styx."

"Let's go, I'll show you around Styx."

Ke Yang waved his hand with a smile, leading the bone boat to move forward at a faster and faster speed.

From the sail above the head, there was a scream of pain from the soul.

"Don't look, there are no good people in this soul-grinding banner, and those who are collected by this banner are all murderous guys."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and looked at the bloody river that was surging in the distance.

The waves surged, as if they were going to swallow the world.

"Actually, it would be great if there was such a river in the world where good and evil are clearly distinguished..."

He had just finished speaking when a huge black shadow rose into the sky from the river in front of him.

Ke Yang's complexion changed, and he said in a low voice: "Fuck, you can't be so unlucky, you just came out and met the ghost beast?"