"when--"

The two crescent moons collided, appearing uncertainly in the void, as if they were shining stars.

Han Muye and Qi Yang Tianzun stood opposite each other, slowly sheathing their swords.

This sword confirmed the identity of both parties.

The inheritance of swordsmanship in the Tianxuan world.

"Junior Brother Tianxuan, are you okay?"

Qi Yang Tianzun's eyes revealed depth and he spoke softly.

Tianxuan, junior brother?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment.

"Back then, Junior Brother Tianxuan and I came from the same sect. I practiced the sword way, and he followed the spiritual way." Qi Yang Tianzun showed a trace of nostalgia on his face.

"The Tianxuan World at that time should still be called the Yuantian Realm."

"The land of Yuantian is not much worse than the realm of Xianyuan."

Qi Yang Tianzun whispered about what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago.

The source of heaven, the foundation of Tao.

It was a place where many Taoist ancestors were born.

However, after the invasion of the Ancient Yun Galaxy was blocked, there was turmoil from all sides, and the Yuantian Realm was encroached upon.

"In the practice of swordsmanship, the inheritance of Yuantian Land back then is not inferior to that of Xianyuan Sword Pavilion."

The sword shadow on Qi Yang Tianzun's body flashed.

Jiange.

Today's Sword Pavilion inheritance is already one of the strongest swordsmanship inheritances in the land where the ancient gods fell. With the land of Yuantian dissipated, the swordsmanship inheritance is no longer there.

Qi Yang Tianzun was a powerful man who had attained the master's degree of swordsmanship in the Yuantian Realm. In a fight with a powerful enemy, his body was seriously injured and he had to rely on the blood of the divine beasts he had collected previously to cultivate the power of the divine beasts.

"I just had the opportunity to enter the dike, and I narrowly escaped death before I passed through the dike and came to this ancient cloud galaxy."

When it comes to dams, Qi Yang Tianzun has lingering fears.

No matter who you are, practice always depends on opportunities.

Qi Yang Tianzun relied on chance to become a powerful Tianzun in the Guyun Galaxy.

Qi Yang Tianzun's explanation made Han Muye feel a little sad.

The path of spiritual cultivation of a powerful deity is really full of ups and downs.

Perhaps, this is spiritual practice.

How can there be any real smooth path in this world?

How can you see a real rainbow without going through endless wind and rain?

He whispered to Qi Yang Tianzun: "Tianxuan Taoist has started a Taoist struggle, and he will fight to the death with Xianling Taoist."

Upon hearing the Dao Zheng, Qi Yang Tianzun's spiritual light shook, and his sword intent rose into the sky.

The surging power scattered the scattered clouds and dust in the sky.

"Tao Zheng?"

"Why is Junior Brother Tianxuan so decisive?" Qi Yang Tianzun's voice was full of uncontrollable killing intent.

Looking at Han Muye, Qi Yang Tianzun's eyes flashed with light.

Han Muye could only guess why Tianxuan Taoist initiated the Taoist struggle so decisively.

The suppression of Tianxuan in the fairy world, the conflicts in the three days in the fairy world, and Wen Mo Sheng's unknown plan.

Han Muye told the general situation of Tianxuan at present, and also told how he happened to cross the dam and encountered the Wooden Temple.

"The Wood God is trapped by the Demon God and cannot be free." Qi Yang Tianzun nodded.

After a pause, a smile appeared on his face: "But this is the descendant of a great figure in the divine court in ancient times, and he has a disciple, so nothing will really happen to him."

"The dam looks like a chaotic place, but in fact, it is just a shelter built by the power of ancient times."

"If this were not the case, there would not be so many forces from the ancient times remaining in the dam."

Han Muye believed in Qi Yang Tianzun’s words.

Just like the wilderness ruins, it is a shelter built by the powerful in the wilderness world for the descendants, and it is built for the continuous inheritance of blood.

But in the final analysis, since there is such a place, it means that the ancient times really fought to the point where the inheritance was about to be cut off.

After talking again, Han Muye and Qi Yang Tianzun became much more harmonious.

Based on the relationship in the Tianxuan world, Han Muye can be regarded as a disciple of the Tianxuan Taoist ancestor, and he wants to call Qiyang Tianzun his uncle.

When Han Muye bowed and saluted, Qi Yang Tianzun smiled and said: "I, my uncle, have nothing to give you. Since you came outside the dam to seek resources, I can give you the swords you need."

Standard sword.

This is the resource that Han Muye has been looking for but has been unable to obtain.

Large quantities of standard swords are controlled by large sects.

He was not polite and directly asked to buy tens of millions of standard swords at the level of spiritual weapons.

Han Muye will not stay outside the dam for too long. He will take half of the tens of millions of swords back to Tianxuan himself, and the rest can be sent to Tianxuan by Huang Laoliu, who arranges for the dead.

There were too many swords and the need was urgent. Qi Yang Tianzun did not hesitate and went directly back to the sect to make arrangements.

Before leaving, he took a lot of the elixirs he got in the medicine garden and gave them to Han Muye.

According to him, these fairy medicines are not very effective for him, but if they are brought to Tianxuan, they can give birth to many masters in the heavenly realm and above.

Watching Qi Yang Tianzun leave, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

What a surprise.

Although this inheritance relationship has become weak, Qi Yang Tianzun will not turn around Tianxuan to take action, but having this relationship can make his transaction with Qi Yang Sword Sect more secure.

Just like Tianchen Daomen, it is not just about friendship, but more about business.

Friendship cannot sustain any relationship for a long time. Only shared interests can go far.

Han Muye turned around and fled in the direction of Jin Kexing.

He needs to go back and organize the wooden puppets to refine the elixir.

There are so many elixirs on hand now, it would be a waste to keep them.

He flew away before moving, and his expression changed.

The void in front of him disappeared, leaving only a lush world.

It's full of greenery, surrounded by endless magical medicines.

The age of each elixir seems to be one hundred thousand years old.

Taking a breath, Han Muye could feel the infusion of fairy energy.

His body of a mythical beast can absorb the energy of fairy spirits, and then quietly increase the strength of the body.

This is a real world!

A flash of spiritual light flashed in Han Muye's eyes. He suppressed the urge to take out the straw whip to gather the fairy energy, raised his head and looked at the sky filled with colorful spiritual light.

"I wonder which senior is joking with this junior?"

Han Muye raised his hands and spoke.

His cultivation may be far different from that of an extremely powerful person.

But the power of his soul is solidified and cultivated with swordsmanship. Even if Tianzun takes action, he will still be able to sense it.

Before Qi Yang Tianzun arrived, he sensed it in advance.

But at this time, he fell into a mysterious world, but he didn't notice it at all.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It is completely unknown to what level of power this kind of method is used.

"Buzz——"

Above the sky, a spiritual light flashed, and all the fairy energy surged, turning into a palm and pressing down on Han Muye.

After gathering his palms, Han Muye already felt boundless oppression.

His body directly transformed into a million-foot-long divine beast, supported by four legs, and raised its head and roared.

The true form of the divine beast appeared, and it had just resisted the pressure of the giant palm.

Watching the giant palm fall inch by inch, the four legs under the divine beast slowly bent.

On the back armor, qi, blood and power intertwined, turning into a phantom of a heavenly monument.

The giant palm pressed again.
To be continued...