Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 216 Are you here to die? (33)

"Sister Mujin has cultivated to the heavenly realm, it is really gratifying."

"Little sister is willing to honor her elder sister in Qingmang Mountain."

Another voice sounded, much softer than the previous one.

Mu Jin didn't reply, but raised her hand to guide the jade belt, and it appeared a hundred miles away.

Han Muye looked down, and there were stretches of black rocks and black soil below.

This is a black swamp with a radius of a hundred miles.

Above the swamp, in the steaming gray-black mist, various poisonous insects and vicious birds can be seen flying.

There is not a single plant here.

No wonder Mu Jin didn't entrust the wood demons to Hei Kui back then.

In this place, no matter how many wooden monsters come, they will all die.

At this time, in the sky above the Black Rock Beach, several figures stood there.

On one side was a thin middle-aged man in a black robe.

The aura of this middle-aged man was restrained, and a pair of eagle eyes had a golden halo flowing.

On the other side was a young female cultivator in a white dress, followed by several people in green and white robes.

Although there are many of them, they are a bit weaker in terms of momentum.

He was directly suppressed by the middle-aged Eagle Eye.

"Han Baxian!"

When Han Muye and the others came, the two parties also turned their heads to look.

Behind the woman in the white dress, someone exclaimed.

Han Muye looked over, nodded with a light smile, "Coincidentally, Fairy Luo is also here."

Luo Xiaoyu, Luo Xiaoyu is frozen thousands of miles away.

The elite of the younger generation of the Lingdao Sect, the cultivation level is at the first level of enlightenment, and the ice-type Taoism can be called a must.

Back then on Yunchao Ridge, Han Muye fought side by side with her.

Of course, on Yunchao Ridge, Han Muye's sharpness was not comparable to Luo Xiaoyu's.

Whether it is Luo Xiaoyu or the other junior elites, they all recognize that Han Muye is the number one among the younger generation in Xijiang, and he is a swordsman.

This might not mean to deliberately cause trouble, but it can also be seen that Han Muye's combat strength and swordsmanship cultivation are indeed overwhelming his peers.

"This is the Immortal Han of the Nine Profound Sword School?" Hearing Luo Xiaoyu's words, the female cultivator in white skirt's eyes lit up, she looked at Han Muye and said, "Sister Xiaoyu always talks about you and praises you as the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang."

No. 1 in Western Xinjiang?

This is killing, right?

Luo Xiaoyu's expression froze, and she bowed her head in silence.

On the other side, the middle-aged Hawkeye snorted coldly.

He also had a long sword hanging from his waist.

"Sister Mu, it's just right for you to come. This Yingyang wants to monopolize the Black Rock Beach. Tell me, is it fair?"

The female cultivator in the white skirt looked at Mu Jin, with a smile on her face, and said softly: "Hei Kui is my sister, you kill him, this Black Rock Beach should obviously belong to you."

Hearing her words, Ying Yang on the opposite side narrowed his eyes, and a sharp breath rose from his body.

"Lu Lingzi, what do you mean, are you willing to withdraw and give me this black rocky beach?" Mu Jin looked at the female cultivator in the white skirt and said lightly.

Her words stunned Lu Lingzi, a female cultivator in white skirt.

"Master Hibiscus, there is something in the black rock beach that my Spiritual Dao Sect has been looking for for a long time." An old man in green robes standing behind Lu Lingzi stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

Dazun is a respectful title for the Heaven Realm.

Generally speaking, it is called Daxiu when it comes to the land realm, and it is called Dazun when it comes to the heaven realm.

The old man's breath is dignified, and he has already stepped into the heavenly realm.

No wonder Lu Lingzi dared to compete with Yingyang. It turned out that there was a strong person from the Lingdao Sect behind him.

The reason why this Spirit Dao Sect expert dared to talk to Mu Jin like this was because he saw that Mu Jin had just broken through and was far from being able to display the power of the heavenly realm.

Of course, with his status as a half-step celestial realm of the Spirit Dao Sect, he is indeed not afraid of a Western Xinjiang monster clan celestial realm.

The Lingdao Sect has the Daoist Wanhua of the Nascent Soul Triple Layer sitting in the foreground.

The big demon who has just entered the heavenly realm may not even be able to pass in front of Daoist Wanhua.

Mu Jin didn't look at the old man, but turned to look at Ying Yang: "Ying Yang, I promised Fellow Daoist Han and the others to come to Black Rock Beach and show them the relics of Yuan Tianjian's battle with outsiders."

"Heishitan, if you want it, you can take it."

This place is not suitable for wood demon practice.

On the way here, Mu Jin had already told Han Muye and Lin Shen that they should just take Hei Kui's collection.

A half-step celestial demon who has practiced for thousands of years and is in Qingmang Mountain full of treasures, of course there are many good things.

The point is that there are relics of the First World War of the Great Cultivator here, and there are strange and dangerous places in many places.

When Hei Kui occupied this place in the first place, he relied on many dangerous places to block the prying eyes of the other half-step heavenly realms.

Hearing Mu Jin's words, Lu Lingzi frowned slightly, while Ying Yang remained affectionate, and said flatly: "Hei Kui's treasures are made according to their ability."

After finishing speaking, his body shook, and a golden goshawk phantom appeared behind him, and then his whole body turned into nothingness.

"boom--"

It wasn't until he left that there was a roar.

This is the roar caused by the speed too fast, when the shattered space is imprisoned.

This level of speed made everyone look dignified.

There was also a strange look on Han Muye's face.

It's not because of the speed, but because of the aura he felt from Ying Yang.

"Yingyang is right, each depends on his ability."

Mu Jin opened her mouth lightly, raised her hand to lead, and Yu Dai led Han Muye and Lin Shen to the depths of the Black Rock Beach.

"Senior brother Zhang Zidong, I'm afraid she will have the final say after this Mujin has survived the catastrophe." Lu Lingzi watched Mujin and the others leave, and said softly.

The half-step Tianjing Taoist shook his head and narrowed his eyes.

"Mujin, Han Muye of the Nine Profound Sword Gate, Qingmang Mountain is really a good place."

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward, and his body turned into nothingness.

Similarly, there is also a roar.

His speed is not much slower than Ying Yang.

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Han Muye, Mu Jin and the others didn't fly for a long time before they saw a pothole with a radius of ten miles in front of them.

The pit was bottomless, surrounded by dark rocks.

"This is where Heikui Cave Mansion is located."

"When the broken sword fell here, I don't know how deep the hole is." Mu Jin pointed to the hole below and whispered.

At this time, they were thousands of feet above the pothole, and the mist rose under their feet. The gray mist, with strong corrosion, hit the jade belt of Hibiscus, making a loud noise.

"Be careful, the poison here is extremely strong." Mu Jin stretched out her hand, and a cyan light curtain protected herself.

Around Han Muye and Lin Shen, sword energy also turned into a light curtain.

As soon as the light curtain appeared, it blocked the gray mist.

The mist collided with the sword qi light curtain, carrying a stream of light.

This is the appearance of the sword energy being stimulated.

The three of them flew down into the pothole, and heard the howling of eagles coming from below.

In the falling tunnel, it can be seen that the tunnel is going down obliquely, not vertically.

The surrounding stone walls are full of gravel.

It has been going down thousands of feet, and the front is still bottomless.

It's hard to imagine how powerful that sword was.

"Stab—"

A three-foot-long black snake approached without a sound, and only opened its mouth to bite Han Muye when he was in front of him.

Han Muye didn't move.

Lin Shen, who was following behind him, took a step forward without drawing out his sword, and pressed forward with a strong momentum on his body.

"Pfft—"

The black snake turned into minced meat.

This black snake also has the realm of foundation building, and it can't hold back a breath in front of Lin Shen.

Mu Jin at the side turned her head and her eyes fell on Lin Shen.

Lin Shen's strength is really extraordinary.

"boom--"

Ahead, there was a roar.

Han Muye moved and rushed out.

Mu Jin and Lin Shen followed quickly.

Not long after they passed by, Lu Lingzi and others also arrived.

Everyone is running with all their strength, going deep into the tunnel.

At this time, the roar in front became more and more dull.

Until there was a bang, the sound fell silent.

When Han Muye landed at the bottom of the tunnel, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

In front of him was a broken sword.

It was really a broken sword, he could tell.

But this broken sword is a hundred feet long and ten feet wide.

The black and dark sword body, half of the blade is inserted on the black stone.

Where is this sword, it is clearly a small mountain.

Ying Yang stood in front of the sword, surrounded by the shattered bodies of black snakes.

Hei Kui, who was in the half-step heaven realm, fell, and the little monsters here couldn't stop Ying Yang.

It's just that Ying Yang seemed to be overwhelmed by the broken sword, and stood there without saying a word.

"Sure enough, this half of the sword that was cut off by Sword Master Yuan Tian fell here."

Behind Lu Lingzi, Zhang Zidong, a Taoist in green robe, stepped forward, his eyes glowed with a bright halo.

As his words fell, Ying Yang's body glowed, and he rushed forward.

Mu Jin, Lu Lingzi, and Zhang Zidong shot almost simultaneously.

A wooden vine in Mu Jin's hand turned into a blue net and enveloped Ying Yang.

Lu Lingzi hit Ying Yang with a red flower.

In Zhang Zidong's hand, a black iron tower turned into a ten-foot tower, and in a blink of an eye, it stood in front of Ying Yang.

When it comes to snatching treasures, whoever reaches out first will be targeted by everyone.

"Humph!"

Ying Yang snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword at his waist, and slashed horizontally.

Hibiscus's vines were cut off with a single sword.

The sword light kept on slashing across the floret thrown by Lu Lingzi, cutting it into two pieces.

The sword light rose again and hit the black iron tower.

"when--"

The tower flew back.

Zhang Zidong turned pale, and said in a low voice, "You are the Heaven Realm!"

Tianjing, in this tunnel, Ying Yang didn't seem to be hiding his strength anymore, he stepped out and hit the black broken sword.

There was a flash of inspiration on the broken sword, and then countless golden lights shone.

Treasures wrapped in spiritual light flew out like stars all over the sky.

Hei Kui's treasures are all in this sword weapon!

Looking at the scattered treasures, several figures flew out behind Lu Lingzi, swaying icy air to freeze the aura.

No wonder Frozen Qianli Luo Xiaoyu is here, it turned out to be to hold the treasure.

Ying Yang's face remained unchanged, watching those treasures continuously fly out of the sword.

"Om—"

Suddenly, Mu Jin, who was standing in the distance, raised his hand, and a wooden vine wrapped a star-like aura, pulling it back in front of him.

Reach out and hold it, it is a rotten tree root.

It's just that in Hibiscus's hand, the root of the tree has a slight flash of spiritual light.

"This is, the root of Great Master Qingmang back then..." Holding the tree root, Hibiscus whispered, with a complicated expression on his face, and put away the tree root.

"Wow--"

Lu Lingzi raised his hand, caught all the spiritual light in front of him, and collected it.

"Boy, if you fancy something, take it and leave."

At this moment, Ying Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Is this a chance for myself?

Is it a part of the audience?

Han Muye smiled lightly and walked forward slowly.

Everyone stared at him, watching him walk to the huge black broken sword step by step, and slowly put his hand on the sword.

On him, the aura of sword energy poured directly into him.

"boom--"

With a roar, Han Muye seemed to be intertwined with streamers and stars in front of a light curtain.

One picture after another appeared in his mind.

Fairy world!

This sword weapon comes from the fairy world!

The fairy light is lingering, and the heaven and the earth are ethereal.

Nine layers of heaven and earth, full of immortals and Buddhas.

In the fairy world, there are immortals and Buddhas!

Compared with this fairy world, the Tianxuan world is just like the mortal world outside the realm of cultivation.

In this world, immortal arts, Taoist arts, and sword arts are as bright as stars.

Countless spiritual materials were poured, and a great sword supporting the sky was formed.

Comprehend the Dao sword casting method.

Dao sword.

It's not a magic weapon, it's not a spiritual weapon, it's not a magic weapon, but a Taoist weapon that contains the Dao.

Such methods can be called against the sky.

Seeing the formation of a sky-supporting sword in the picture, and then countless practitioners drawing spirit patterns and infusing it with spiritual energy, Han Muye smiled wryly in his heart.

It's just dragon slaying.

This sword consumes countless spiritual materials, each of which is extremely precious, and there are so many spiritual patterns, none of which are found in the Profound Sky World.

This technique of casting dao sword is useless even after comprehending it.

Even in the fairy world, a dao sword can only be obtained after countless years of accumulation by a big sect.

This sect named Shiheng Daozong cast this Dao sword, named it "Shanyue", and it was in the hands of its patriarch Jushi Zhenren.

The Dao sword engulfed hundreds of thousands of disciples of the entire Shiheng Dao Sect, crossed countless voids, and crashed into the Tianxuan world.

Just entering Tianxuan, he was blocked by a figure.

"Friends outside the world, Wen Mosheng is ordered by Master to protect this world, please go back."

The sound of text and ink.

Wenxiang of Zhongzhou.

This was not the first time Han Muye saw Zhongzhou Wenxiang, but it was the first time he saw Zhongzhou Wenxiang make a move.

The Dao sword is ten thousand feet high, and it is guarded by Qi Li, a disciple of the Shiheng Dao Sect.

But all of this seemed completely useless in front of Wen Mosheng.

In the picture in Han Muye's mind, the voice of Wen Mo raised his hand to form a long black river, dipping the pen in his hand to write every word.

"seal up--"

The characters are now painted with iron hooks and silver hooks, with strong muscles and bones.

The heavens and the earth became a snare, and the mountains and rivers turned into a cage, completely enveloping the mighty sword.

"town--"

The golden word was in the sky, and countless creatures from the heaven and earth echoed it, turning into a huge force and descending.

This power is so great that even the power of lifting a stone to cross Daozong, and the power of Dao sword, there is no way to resist it.

Cracks appeared on the long sword, and countless Shiheng Taoist disciples were suppressed in the Mohe River.

Daoist Jushi was flustered, and with all his strength, he used his sword to smash through the line and escaped.

But before he could catch his breath, a figure reappeared.

"Fellow Daoist, come to my western border, are you here to die?"

When the voice fell, thousands of stars collided down.

The Dao sword shattered, and a section of the sword fell off the cliff, sweeping and shattering the three thousand zhang mountain peak.

The broken sword fell to the ground, the sky and the earth shook, it penetrated eight thousand feet into the ground, and burned the ground for thousands of miles.

"The fairy world, the Supreme Dao Sword, that's all."

Looking at the figure standing in the middle of the screen, Han Muye's heart was agitated.

Yuan Tianjian Zun.

Sword cultivators in the world should be like this!

The picture freezes, and a surge of sword intent surges backwards.

Not a simple sword intent!

This is!

The power of the sword!