The ten spiritual locking arrays lock the spiritual energy equivalent to the spiritual energy reserves inspired by one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
The world of spiritual practice emphasizes opportunities, qualifications, and the place of a wealthy, dharma-loving couple.
To practice in this spiritual land, every time you consume spiritual energy and convert it into spiritual stones, it is estimated to be hundreds.
But who has ever seen a practice costing one hundred thousand spiritual stones?
Even if all the people in this spiritual land are true descendants, not everyone has a net worth of 100,000 spiritual stones.
Even if you have 100,000 spiritual stones, take them out for practice, and practice once again, it will last forever?
"Bang——"
Destroyed by the spirit-locking formation below, the two vortices shattered.
The spirit locking array locks the spirit energy and protects it from intrusion.
"Ahem, is this the nineteenth-century heir apparent?" Under the big tree in the distance, someone turned to look at the others.
Subdued?
Is this a show off of wealth?
Everyone looked at each other with strong curiosity in their eyes.
What is the origin of this nineteenth-century direct descendant?
Everyone around Mu Eryi looked at him.
Mu Eryi shook his head, looking a little confused and said: "I only know that he is the sword watcher of the sword pavilion, I really don't know the rest..."
Sword watcher?
That sword watcher from the sword pavilion who wears inner clothes and does menial tasks?
Are there such rich sword watchers in the world?
"Mu Eryi, if a sword watcher has to save one hundred thousand spiritual stones, he is afraid that he will have to scrape all the sword master disciples in the sword sect?" Someone chuckled, shook his head and spoke.
Do not believe.
Mu Eryi himself didn't believe it.
But in the elder's house, Han Jiujiu indeed said that he came from Jiange...
Outside Han Muye's big house, several figures appeared.
The auras of these people are dignified, and they are all cultivated in the realm.
"Qi Shisan, is this new guy provoking us?" A young man wearing a white brocade robe said in a low voice with a gloomy expression.
On the other side, a young man wearing a jade crown and an equally ugly face stared at the big house and said coldly: "I wonder if he is not ready to come out."
"Haha, one hundred thousand spiritual stones exploded, maybe they won't be able to come out for a while." Another big man with a Chinese character shook his head and said with a smile: "Is this a self-funded retreat in Lailing Land?"
Why don't you come to Lingdi just for the spiritual energy of Lingdi and spend your own spiritual stones?
Several other people looked at each other, shook their heads, and dispersed.
Whether it's testing or snatching spiritual energy, it's all harmless, but I didn't expect that the 19th direct descendant would react so violently, which made Qi Shisan and Su Shiba unable to come to the stage.
Newcomers are bullied when they arrive, and the elders pursue the matter, which makes everyone look bad.
"Hmph, let's wait until he comes out. At worst, when he comes out, each of us will pay him half of the spirit stone." Su Shiba, who was wearing a jade-colored brocade robe, snorted coldly, moved his body, and disappeared from where he was.
Qi Shisan, who was wearing a jade crown, shook his head in pain, flicked his sleeves, and turned around to leave.
In the courtyard of the big house not far away, Zhang Zhihe, the Supreme Elder, had a smile on his face. While pruning the branches in front of him, he whispered to himself: "Is this kid unable to get rid of the sand in his eyes, or is he stupid?"
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Regardless of people's guesses, Han Muye was already filled with countless spiritual lights at this time, rushing straight into the illusory sword pill in his palm.
It was as if Jianwan hadn't had a full meal in countless years, and he refused to accept the influx of sword energy and spiritual energy.
"Buzz——"
A quarter of an hour later, the sword pill, which had already been insubstantial, turned into nothingness with a vibrating sound.
When it reappeared, it was already in Han Muye's Dantian.
As if the spiritual energy and sword energy in his Dantian had found a breakthrough, they poured into the sword pill crazily.
It was consumed too quickly, so he had to mobilize the sword energy and sword intent in the sea of qi and the divine treasure.
"Buzz——"
Infused with sword intent, the sword pill transformed into a blue handleless fusiform long sword in Han Muye's Dantian.
The sharp points at both ends of the sword are like flying shuttles. The sword light is cold and chilly.
"when--"
When the soul sword energy landed on the handleless flying sword, there was a crisp sound, and countless images appeared in Han Muye's mind.
The extremely precious raw cold iron was tempered and polished, and then three thousand refined runes were carved into it.
Understand the method of refining the Qingxiao Spirit Sword.
Jianwan is just a common name for a handleless flying sword.
There are various styles of these handleless flying swords.
This one belongs to the Qingxiao Spirit Sword.
Jianwan Feijian was popular in ancient times, but it is rare in the practice world now.
The most important thing is that there is insufficient spiritual energy, and it is difficult to find a strong person among practitioners who can wield such a flying sword.
Moreover, the refining method of sword pills is complicated and the spiritual materials consumed are precious, and few practitioners can afford it.
Anyway, Han Muye knew that he wouldn't be able to buy back even half a pound of the raw cold iron that was used to refine the sword pills.
This is one of the best spiritual materials for refining magic weapons. You can't find even a few kilograms of it in the entire Western Xinjiang.
The picture in his mind changed. Han Muye saw that after the sword pill took shape, it was refined by a middle-aged man in black robes together with dozens of others.
As expected of the ancient practice world, there were dozens of such precious sword pills at a time.
Dozens of sword pills floated in the air, changing combinations and creating mysterious streams of light.
Understand the art of swordsmanship and hide in the sky.
This sword technique is performed with forty-eight sword pills at the same time. The sword light circulates and covers thousands of feet around the body.
Han Muye smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Forty-eight sword pills, he couldn't afford this swordsmanship.
No matter whether it is Jianwan or the sword energy and spiritual energy required by Yushi Jianwan, he can't play with it.
However, if this kind of swordsmanship can be deduced and transformed into your own swordsmanship, you might be able to innovate and make your swordsmanship more powerful.
In the picture in his mind, the master of swordsmanship can be said to dominate the world with forty-eight sword pills and is unmatched by anyone.
Almost all the scenes in the picture are spectacular scenes of him killing powerful enemies.
Mountains collapsed and the earth shattered, the sky and the earth turned pale. Whether the opponent was a powerful magic cultivator or an invincible sword cultivator, they all suffered under his sword pills.
The evil aura of these sword pills is getting stronger and stronger.
In the Dantian, Jianwan continued to absorb the sword energy and was refined by the spiritual energy. In his mind, Han Muye was mesmerized by the scene of the heavenly warriors fighting against the world.
"Buzz——"
The sword pills trembled, and after just a moment, the spiritual energy emitted by the ten high-grade spiritual stones had almost been absorbed.
"boom--"
Han Muye did not hesitate and directly exploded ten more high-grade spiritual stones.
Outside the big house, the spirit-locking array that had dissipated layer by layer was propped up again.
"Phew - I take back what I said before. I can't see through this nineteenth heir." The young man who had previously said that the nineteenth heir was too young showed a solemn look on his face and spoke in a low voice.
Others also nodded slightly.
They had already sensed something was wrong when they saw the Soul Locking Formation dissipating one after another just now.
Even if it is a pill-forming practitioner, it will take three or two days to absorb the spiritual energy accumulated by one hundred thousand spiritual stones, right?
But how long did it take before it was consumed?
As long as it is just consumed, another hundred thousand spiritual stones will come.
Is this something a Jianmen disciple can do?
Even a Danjie elder cannot sustain this kind of consumption!
"Perhaps, he is cultivating a very powerful method, perhaps -" The eyes of the big man with a Chinese character face reappeared in front of the big house, his eyes flashing, and he said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, he is cultivating a very powerful treasure.
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Qi Shisan and several others nodded, looking at the big house with more solemn expressions.
Whether it is sacrificial treasures or practicing methods, this kind of consumption of spiritual energy shows that it is extraordinary.
With this method, this person is qualified to be compared with them.
"This kid is quite interesting." Zhang Zhihe, the Supreme Elder, put down the flower scissors in his hand, walked slowly out of the big house.
At this time, Han Muye devoted all his energy to practicing Jianwan and didn't care about outsiders at all.
Images rang in his mind. The ancient sword cultivator seemed to have been invincible for countless thousands of years before he declined.
After various fights and endless pursuits, the forty-eight sword pills were finally scattered, and Daxiu was nowhere to be found.
Yuan Tianjian Zun.
The name of this great monk.
Han Muye remembered this name.
When the screen appeared again, the owner of Jianwan had turned into a long-bearded old man wearing a white robe.
"From now on, you should follow me. You are a member of the senior Zhou Tianjian Formation, so I will call you Dayan."
Big rock.
This sword pill is the body of Taoist Sword Spirit Dayan.
The old Taoist named Chongyun can be regarded as free and easy with this sword pill, and he has become a respected and powerful casual cultivator.
Understand the art of swordsmanship, and there is no distance.
Watching the sword pill turn into a flying sword, flying hundreds of miles and smashing mountains under the guidance of the sword formula, Han Muye felt a faint sword energy rising from his body.
Pleasure!
Such sword moves are what a great sword cultivator should have.
He is not as powerful as Sword Master Yuan Tian, but he has a swordsmanship that is unrestrained and agile, and he can use his sword for thousands of miles with ease.
Paying attention to the way Master Yun was pointing with his hands behind his back and waving his sword, Han Muye recalled the scene of Master Mo Yuan raising his fingers with his hands behind his back.
Wanjian Guizong is actually a sword-controlling method that is similar to that of Heavenly Realm Daxiu.
Perhaps, somehow, this is the way of kendo to simplify the complex?
The sword technique Hidden Sky consists of forty-eight sword pills, transformed into a Zhoutian Sword Formation. This kind of sword technique consumes too much energy and is difficult to pass down to future generations.
On the contrary, Taoist Chongyun's swordsmanship is seamless, simple, agile, and not so terrible in consumption.
"Buzz——"
Just when the ten high-grade spiritual stones exploded for the third time were all consumed, the sword pill shook, jumping lightly and spinning erratically in Han Muye's dantian.
The training of sword pills is completed!
At the moment when the sword pill was thoroughly refined, a phantom appeared in Han Muye's divine treasure.
"Thank you very much, little friend."
Taoist Chongyun with white beard and white robe.
"Dayan is the sword that I love so much. I'm going to give it to you today. I hope you can make good use of it."
"I have been reincarnated and re-cultivated with my little friend Chongxiao. Maybe if we meet him next year, we can have another chance."
After the white-bearded Taoist finished speaking, he bowed to Han Muye and then dispersed.
This is not the residence of the remnant soul, but the method of the great monk, leaving only a trace of the soul's shadow.
I didn't expect that Lin Chongxiao and Taoist Chongyun would have the opportunity to be reincarnated and rebuild their cultivation. I wonder where they would be reborn and whether they would really be destined to meet again.
"Buzz——"
The picture in his mind disappeared, the sword pill in his dantian shook slightly, and instantly appeared in front of Han Muye.
Then, the sword ball, which was only as big as a pigeon egg, bloomed like a lotus flower and turned into a three-foot-long handleless flying sword filled with dazzling blue light.
Seeing the flying sword flying silently around the big room, Han Muye smiled on his face.
With this sword, the land can be fought.
If you can cultivate yourself to the level of the Earth Realm, then with this sword, you can be said to be invincible in the Earth Realm!
With a move of his hand, the flying sword landed directly in his palm, then dissipated and returned to his dantian to warm up.
This sword master really consumes a lot of spiritual energy and sword energy.
Just flying in the void for a moment consumed the spiritual energy of dozens of spiritual stones and ten sword energies.
Ordinary people, a true imperial commander cannot afford this flying sword.
But this kind of consumption is really nothing to Han Muye.
He is not lacking in spiritual stones, nor is he lacking in sword energy.
It was just the depletion of the soul power that gave him a headache.
I hope to go to Mushen City and find the elixir to replenish the soul from the ancestor of the Mu family.
Spiritual Qi cultivation is also good with elixirs. Although the spiritual energy emitted by spiritual stones is rich, it damages the meridians too much and is not as gentle as the spiritual energy of the best Yunqi Pill.
After getting dressed, Han Muye walked to the door and stretched out his hand to open the closed door.
"Han Shijiu, I have met all of you senior brothers and sisters."
Looking at the five figures standing scattered in front of the door, Han Muye chuckled and held his hands.
The five people at the door nodded, raised their hands, and returned the greeting.