On the river, tens of thousands of rivals compete.

The previous scenes of various sects gathering together and dragon boats hugging each other disappeared.

The elites of each sect were all high-spirited, full of aura and high-spirited fighting spirit.

Some people are riding big fish upstream, some are walking on the waves, some are shining with swords under their feet, some are stepping on jade belts and flying feathers are flying over the waves...

Elites from various sects met in the river, some chasing each other, some sitting and talking, walking together, and those who competed with each other, causing auras of spiritual light and sword energy to swirl and roar.

This appearance is very similar to the scene during Jindan's great cultivation and discussion.

Above the clouds, some people were smiling, while others were silent.

It can be seen that unknowingly, these sect elites have thrown aside the rules of the nine sects' rearrangement.

You must know that when Lingdao Sect established this rule, no one among the tens of thousands of sects in Western Xinjiang dared to disobey it.

Many people turned their heads to look at the powerful man from the Lingdao Sect in front of them, and then looked at Tuoba Cheng who was flying like a sword.

From now on, whose world will belong to Western Xinjiang?

In the river, Han Muye had white feathers stepping on his feet, with a calm expression on his face.

As he moved forward, he focused his attention on exploring the crane wings in the sky.

"Not to mention, these feathers are faster than that guy from Zhao Yunlong. They are also stable and won't hurt your feet when you step on them."

The voice of Taoist Dayan came.

At this time, he turned into a breeze, floating around the white feathers.

Han Muye ignored him.

This guy is stimulated.

Tianheyi and Yunlongjian are different.

The Yunlong Sword is a magical sword weapon. Although its combat power is not extremely strong, its victory is guaranteed. It is the mildest among the magical weapons.

This kind of sword is suitable as a treasure for the sect to guard.

There is no weapon spirit in Tianheyi, otherwise it would still be considered a magic weapon.

Tianheyi has almost no fighting power, and its greatest function is to fly away.

Chase, or escape.

Its speed is so fast that if it can be pushed to the extreme, even the Heaven Realm Yuanying Daxiu can't catch up.

Moreover, Han Muye could sense the existence of spatial power from the Sky Crane Wings.

Nearly a hundred sky cranes sleep peacefully in this space.

It seems that when we were on Tianhe Ridge, this Tianhe Wing was Tianhe's nest.

Slowly sensing the power of the Sky Crane Wings, a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

The biggest role of the crane wings today is to pass through the space barrier after blessing the power of space in the void!

In other words, with this thing, you can enter almost any world silently.

The masters of the Cloud Sky Realm have long discovered the Fire Source Realm, but they can only enter it through the space channel because there are heaven and earth barriers outside the Fire Source Realm.

With the Sky Crane Wings in hand, Han Muye only needed to spend some spiritual energy to activate the Sky Crane Wings if he wanted to pass through the barrier between heaven and earth.

Looking at it this way, when going to Zhongzhou in the future, we can save the toll of the Hibiscus Demon.

Forget it, those spiritual stones still have to come out.

After all, maybe one day it rains or snows, and the big demon will arrange to stay in a spiritual place, right?

With a cheerful smile on Han Muye's face, he moved the white feathers under his feet, and the white waves were like lines, directly surpassing the sect elites who controlled the black turtle demon.

"Han banished the immortal!"

On the back of the big black-armored fish, someone held his hand.

"Senior Brother Han!"

Someone was bowing down on the river while riding the waves.

"Brother Han, what a trick." Gu Yuanlong stood on the sword and held it in his hand with a smile.

"Brother Gu, you were born in the East China Sea. Your ability to ride on water and waves is not inferior to that of Han, right?" Han Muye laughed, and with a flash of light under his feet, he directly surpassed Gu Yuanlong.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Gu Yuanlong laughed loudly, and moved forward through the waves with sword energy under his feet.

One walks on feathers like an immortal, and the other wields a sword like a dragon.

The two men competed, attracting countless spectators.

Suddenly, the elites of each sect subconsciously speeded up and began to compete secretly.

Above the river, the strong wind and spiritual energy are shaking, the clouds are breaking and the sun is shining, it is extremely spectacular.

"Such a grand occasion has probably never happened in Western Xinjiang in ten thousand years, right?" Someone above the clouds sighed in a low voice.

In the world of spiritual practice, shouldn’t the spirit of the immortal spirit be spread freely like this, so that everything in the world should not be filled with the heart?

Being so free and easy can be regarded as cultivating immortality!

Cultivation and immortality have shaken the hearts of countless people.

The cultivation world in Western Xinjiang has been struggling for countless years, but what is missing is this kind of immortal energy!

Today, I just saw a fairy character!

"This long feather is actually a magic weapon..." Someone whispered above the cloud.

Although Han Banxian's practice was ruined, he still had magic weapons to protect him.

Even if this magic weapon doesn't look like a combat weapon, it is still a magic weapon after all.

With this thing protecting him, this Han banished immortal's combat power is unpredictable!

On top of the clouds, everyone in the Lingdao Sect looked even more gloomy.

Why did Han Muye get all the good things?

Is your family losing troops and generals?

This chase spanned thousands of miles and ended at sunset.

Winning or losing is not important.

Just have fun.

Before sunset, Han Muye flew down and landed on a large island in the middle of the river, followed closely by Gu Yuanlong, who also stepped onto it.

"Han's method of banishing immortals is really extraordinary." Gu Yuanlong's face flashed with emotion.

"Brother Gu, the surge of thousands of miles and the gathering of momentum are extraordinary." Han Muye smiled and turned his head.

Han Muye is familiar with the newly acquired treasure, and Gu Yuanlong is using the waves to gather momentum.

In the swordsmanship of the East China Sea, one sword can gather thousands of waves.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Around the big island, black turtles anchored one after another.

Most of these fish monsters have been tamed and will not escape if left alone.

If there are some who are not tamed, the disciples of the sect will not move away from their backs and will just sit cross-legged.

On both sides of the river bank, it was not until night fell that figures one after another caught up with them.

Running thousands of miles across the river is really exciting.

It's a pity that most of the practitioners on the shore can't keep up with their cultivation. They chased after them and lost them.

At this time, countless spiritual lights rose from the center of the river and surrounded the big island. One by one, the elites of the sect sat cross-legged, adjusting their breath and practicing.

More and more people gathered on the shore, chatting in low voices or meditating to restore their lost spiritual energy.

"Today we saw the prosperity of cultivation in Western Xinjiang." On the bank of the river, an old man in black robes clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the center of the river, and spoke in a low voice.

"Haha, I wish I was born three hundred years later." Beside the black-robed old man, a Taoist with a white beard shook his head and sighed with regret.

The practitioners around him were also looking at Jiang's spiritual light, with a myriad of thoughts in their minds.

On Jiangxin Island, Han Muye sat cross-legged, with Lin Shen and Lu Gao standing behind to protect him.

Han Muye closed his eyes and gathered his spiritual thoughts into the divine treasure.

At this time, golden light was billowing in his divine treasure.

Waves of awe-inspiring Qi flashed out, and then poured into the Dantian Qi sea.

And in his Qi sea, the aura of human hope has condensed into deep purple and is still gathering.

He had no idea that his move to send the Sky Crane Territory into the Fire Source Realm, which he couldn't bear to see the collapse of the Sky Crane Territory and the death of countless creatures, would actually win him a torrent of popularity.

At this time, the aura of hope had already solidified into substance.
To be continued...