Everyone in Qingyou Realm carries a sword.

As the holy land of swordsmanship, Mingchenxing has countless swordsmen.

Han Muye and everyone behind him flew down and strode forward.

Ahead is the place where sword cultivation and discussions are held, Wanjian Cliff, with a radius of thousands of miles, and no one is allowed to wield a sword.

Everyone looked solemnly, looking at the position in front of them where the sword energy surrounded them and reached the sky and the earth.

Wanjian Cliff, where countless swords are buried.

It is said that Wanjian Cliff is the place where the great kendo monks from the Qingyou Realm died.

At the same time, Wanjian Cliff is also the place of sanctification for a swordsman saint in Qingyou Realm.

"If I can bury the sword here one day, my life will not be in vain..." Behind Han Muye, an old man with white beard sighed softly.

His name is Duan Kong, and he is also a great swordsman at the peak of Nascent Soul.

But he didn't have long life, so he was hired by Han Muye, with the intention of retiring in the late Ming Dynasty.

Because of this, he cared more about the Gu family in Late Ming City. When Han Muye was in seclusion, Zheng Yuan would discuss anything with him.

Duan Kong's words made many sword cultivators nod.

Who among the sword cultivators in the Qingyou Realm wouldn’t want to die here in the end?

However, not everyone can go to Wanjian Cliff.

If you have no out-of-body cultivation and have not made great contributions to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm, you are not qualified to enter Wanjian Cliff.

"Who wants to return to Wanjian Cliff? Haha." Not far away, someone chuckled.

Everyone turned their heads and saw several sword cultivators in black robes.

Judging from the clothing, they are from the same school.

The leader has extremely profound cultivation, has white hair and long beard, and has a rotten air about him.

"Wanjian Cliff is the place where sword cultivators like us long to die, why can't we say it?" Zheng Yuan responded coldly.

Duan Kong's longevity is only a hundred years, and it would be very difficult to break through and leave the body within these hundred years.

Perhaps, if Young Master is willing to help, Duan Kong can take that step and enter Wanjian Cliff at the last moment of his life.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Kong had discussed this matter before.

Duan Kong still had some thoughts in his mind.

At this time, someone was mocking Duan Kong, which might affect Duan Kong's state of mind.

After hearing Zheng Yuan's words, the white-bearded old man who was leading the opposite did not speak. Behind him, a young man in his thirties, carrying a long sword intertwined with spiritual energy, turned his head.

"The reason why Wanjianya is so respected is because he must undergo major repairs after his death, and he must contribute to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm."

"If anyone can return to Wanjian Cliff, wouldn't it have to be renamed Yijian Cliff and Zhaojian Cliff?"

The words are ugly and the reasoning is rough.

But this is correct.

A holy place is a holy place precisely because of its rules.

If there are no rules for everything in the world, there will be no opportunity for practice.

Zheng Yuan still wanted to speak, but Duan Kong raised his hand to stop and shook his head.

There is no need to argue about this.

What's more, with the other party's condition, one can easily tell why they are here.

"Haha, don't be surprised, everyone. This time I came here just for the purpose of returning home. The disciples of the younger generation came to watch the ceremony, and their mood may be a little unstable."

At this moment, the old man leading the other party suddenly spoke up.

Came to return home.

Wearing a black robe, not worried but happy, it is natural to die.

"I and Lin Jianzong Zhu Wanlin."

The old man said softly.

Duan Kong's expression changed and he said hurriedly: "But the elders who created the Wanlin Sword Formation back then?"

The expressions of the other sword cultivators beside him also changed.

Han Muye finally turned to look at him.

He knew about the Wanlin Sword Formation.

It is a set of sword formations in which the weak defeats the strong, and it belongs to the wood-attribute practice method.

Han Muye also explained some sword formations to the sword cultivators who asked him for advice in Late Ming City, and Wanlin Sword Formation was one of them.

"Hey, I was trapped in cultivation and created this sword formation, but now it has become a bad name." Zhu Wanlin smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Duan Kong and everyone behind him bowed their hands and saluted Zhu Wanlin.

This is respect for a great monk who can become a great monk of swordsmanship and create a popular sword formation.

“A forest of ten thousand trees is actually not as good as a single tree standing alone.”

"It is indeed a trapping technique."

Han Muye, who was walking in front, whispered and then led everyone forward.

His words made the disciples behind Zhu Wanlin change their expressions.

"Arrogant."

"Ignorant juniors dare to comment on the Wanlin Sword Formation."

"Is this kid trying to teach you a lesson?"

Zhu Wanlin raised his hand to stop everyone, looked at Han Muye and the others who were walking forward, and narrowed his eyes: "What he said is not wrong, but I haven't realized it yet."

"Besides, outsiders are not allowed to comment on the way of cultivation."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his pale face: "This time Wan Jian Ya discusses Taoism, it is said to be very exciting. How many days can I last? We can go and see."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in the direction Han Muye and the others were going.

A meeting on Taoism?

Aren’t you going to the place of death?

The black-robed disciples looked at each other and followed closely.

Most of the sword cultivators who come to Wanjian Cliff are alone.

Or, there are only a few or five friends who come with them, but they rarely come in large groups.

Han Muye and his group attracted countless people's attention along the way.

"Whose descendants are so ignorant of the rules?"

"What's so great about being rich? Can you even do whatever you want at Wan Jian Ya's Dao Discussion Conference?"

"Haha, I'm afraid this guy is a fool. He talks about Taoism on Wanjian Cliff. Those who are not invited can only listen to the Taoism at the foot of the cliff. Each listener has to pay tens of millions of spiritual stones."

One person has tens of millions of people, and these hundreds of followers, don’t they cost tens of billions?

Many people were gloating over the misfortune.

Ahead, the sword energy became more intense.

Countless sword lights coincided with the halo on the green mountain cliff.

The sword cultivators carrying long swords on their backs were all silent, comprehending the sword energy on the cliff.

From a distance, you can already see long swords stuck on the cliff that is not too high.

Every sword here is a tombstone.

Seeing these long swords, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

These are all swords worn by great monks!

Even if it is not a treasure that will be used throughout your life, it is still a sword that you will carry with you at the last moment and be filled with your own spiritual insights.

"I'm going to pay homage to my swordsman senior. You guys need to find a place to wait."

He turned to give instructions to Zheng Yuan and others.

Everyone hurriedly bowed and looked for a secluded place to sit and wait.

Han Muye arranged his clothes and strode forward towards the cliff.

Initially, the sword cultivators sitting or standing in front of him didn't pay much attention, but when his speed became faster and faster, and when he reached the bottom of the bluestone cliff, the surrounding people began to talk.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Not everyone can climb this bluestone cliff.

Either you have enough cultivation, or you have enough knowledge of swordsmanship.
To be continued...