Magical skills.

There are many demon cultivators in Western Xinjiang, and various techniques are spread.

In the eyes of Xijiang practitioners, there is a natural gap between demon cultivators, sword cultivators and spiritual energy cultivators.

Demon cultivators are more cold-blooded than other cultivators.

It is said that Li Mubai, the leader of the Shangyang Demon Sect, the number one demon cultivator in Western Xinjiang, once killed his Taoist companion with his own hands.

This is why Jiang Ming gave a special reminder when he saw Han Muye doing business with Bai Suzhen.

Most of the demonic cultivators in Western Xinjiang met with a bad end.

"I know you have no prejudice against demon cultivators." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"Otherwise you wouldn't be entangled with Bai Suzhen."

These words made Han Muye's originally serious face turn into a smile.

Indeed, in his opinion, there is no right or wrong in practice, it only depends on whether the practitioner's original intention is correct.

What Tang Chi cultivated was actually the true direct inheritance technique of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, so what?

If he hadn't delayed deliberately this time, Fengshoushan's defense line might not have been breached.

"Brother Six, you see clearly." Han Muye shook his head and stretched out his hand to peel a sweet potato.

Han Muye did not stay at Huang Laoliu's place for a long time. After saying a few words, he got up and left.

On the cliff in the distance, Li San was holding a wine gourd, drinking sip after sip.

Han Muye stepped forward and took out his small gourd.

He took a long sip of the sad wine, then turned the mouth of the wine gourd downward and let the precious wine scatter.

"There is a rule in my hometown that if you spill wine on the ground, those who have passed away can drink it."

Han Muye said, holding the wine gourd and gestured in the air: "Brother Ten, Nineteen respects you."

Li San raised his head, also lifted the wine gourd, and then took another swig.

"This guy Lu Shi has ideas about me."

After spilling the wine from the wine gourd like Han Muye did, Li San suddenly spoke.

"He knew it was Deng Chungang I was waiting for, so he didn't mention it to me."

"Before coming, he deliberately borrowed my wine gourd and replaced all my wine with water."

Li San looked into the distance with a mocking smile on his face: "That fool, thinks that by making some delicious food and staying at the cemetery all the time, I will be interested in him?"

"ridiculous."

After saying that, she stood up and handed a small cloth bag to Han Muye.

"This is what Lu Shi asked me to give to you."

"Repay you the spiritual stone for the elixir."

The last time Lu Shi came to Fengshou Mountain, he borrowed the elixir from Han Muye.

Han Muye reached out and took the cloth bag. This cloth bag was full of various spiritual materials, including many spiritual stones, and some swords.

All of them are worth hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones.

Han Muye held the cloth bag tightly.

To be honest, he never thought about asking Lu Shi and others to return the spiritual stone of the elixir.

He has no shortage.

"When this battle is over, I will leave Jiuxuan Sword Sect."

After taking a few steps, Li San paused and said calmly: "I'm not interested in being in the same sect with someone like Tang Er."

After saying that, she picked up the sword and left straight away.

Han Muye sat on the cliff, looked at the demon clan station in the distance, and sighed softly.

"Haha, you are so young and sighing like this."

"If I were at your age, I would have killed that Tang Er directly."

The disheveled Master Tu Sun stood on the edge of the rock at some point, stroking his beard and sniffing: "The wine is pretty good."

Han Muye raised his hand and threw the small gourd over.

Master Tu Sun took the gourd and lifted it up, letting a stream of sparkling wine fall into his mouth.

“What a drink!”

He took one sip into his throat, and he let out a long laugh. He held the small gourd and drank several sips before he couldn't put it down and started playing with it.

"I'll give it to you if you like it."

Han Muye waved his hands and said.

When he drank this wine with Lu Shi and the others, he felt extremely happy.

Now, Li San no longer wants to stay in Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and Lu Shi has also died.

This wine really makes me sadder the more I drink it.

Master Tu Sun chuckled, picked up the wine gourd, and said: "Boy, you will get used to it in the future."

"Practice is a journey of loneliness."

"Three to five hundred years from now, when all those who have traveled with you have withered away and not a single one is left, you will no longer have the thoughts you have today."

Han Muye nodded.

He knew what Master Tu Sun said was right.

Practitioners often live for thousands of years, and eventually their fellow practitioners will perish one after another.

No wonder those ancestors were really able to cut off love and sex.

But there was nothing left for them to worry about.

"Don't mention it, there are quite a few of you Jiuxuan Sword Sect's descendants who are very powerful in combat, but the one who is really ruthless is still that Tang Er."

"If he really succeeds in what he did today, he will have a place in the entire Western Xinjiang." Master Tu Sun looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face: "Unfortunately, human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations."

After saying that, Master Tu Sun turned his head and looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, where the evil spirit was rising.

"Boy, the next battle will not be easy to survive."

"Don't die here."

Han Muye laughed and looked up at Master Tu Sun: "Senior, you too."

These words made Master Tu Sun burst into laughter, and his voice spread thousands of feet away, attracting countless gazes.

Master Tu Sun left, and Han Muye sat cross-legged, spinning the immortal pills in his dantian, spreading spiritual energy.

He came here without sleep, and after another battle, he was indeed exhausted to the extreme.

Crossing his legs and adjusting his breath, he calmed down his mind, and the sword energy all over his body was as calm as a mountain rock.

…

"boom--"

When Han Muye opened his eyes, the sun was already rising.

There was a roar in the distance.

"Last night, the demon army had pushed to the front line of Yunchao Ridge." Li San stood on the cliff holding a long sword, with a bright light in his eyes that reflected the rising sun.

"That way is the direction of Yuntai Daozong."

"I guess Yuntai Daozong is surrounded."

Yuntai Taoism is one of the nine major sects in Western Xinjiang.

The station is near Fengshou Mountain, and Yuntai Daozong has already made preparations.

In the distance, curtains of light rose up, and then were crushed by the demonic energy that filled the sky.

The roar was like thunder.

"Can you hold it?"

Han Muye took a deep breath and asked.

Li San shook his head and said, "I can't hold on."

Can't keep it.

Yuntai Daozong is just one of the nine major sects and cannot withstand the siege of the Southern Wilderness army.

"Then, are we going to watch like this?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

"The demon clan over there has definitely arranged strong men, waiting for us to rescue them." Li San looked calmly and looked at Han Muye.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Although I am crazy about killing people, I am not stupid."

Who will come to the rescue at this time, or who will become a fool who succumbs to the trap?

There was a roaring sound.

The sky over there is dyed blue and red.

Hundreds of miles away, hundreds of thousands of practitioners on Yunchao Ridge were just watching.
To be continued...