If the spiritual energy is not enough, then explode the spiritual stone!
"boom--"
Without hesitation, the high-grade spiritual stones exploded in front of Han Muye, and then the escaped spiritual energy was poured into the alchemy cauldron.
Outside the big house, a series of spirit locking formations were activated.
"This Nineteen is really a rich man." Qi Shisan, who was wearing a green robe, shook his head, turned around and left.
He also has to complete a sect mission and earn some merit.
Just by practicing a single practice, someone could expend 70,000 to 80,000 spiritual stones.
There is no comparison between people.
In the big room, a large amount of spiritual energy was poured into it, the pill cauldron rotated, and two of the life-extending pills finally took shape.
The pure aggregation of medicinal power caused the spiritual light on these two pills to shine, and then turned into gray clouds.
With a soft sound, two elixirs flew out of the alchemy cauldron and rushed towards the roof.
Only after flying half a foot high, there were halos of light blocking the sky.
Han Muye raised his hand and a big virtual hand appeared, grabbing both pills.
Clouds show hands, the method of collecting elixirs.
Using this elixir collection method to collect elixirs will not conflict with the spiritual consciousness in the elixirs, and will not damage the spirituality of the elixirs.
It can also press the scattered medicinal power back into the elixir at the moment of collecting the elixir, making the elixir more powerful.
Although it's just a trace, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still flesh, isn't it?
The elixir was put into his palm, and Han Muye lowered his head to look.
The two pills were already like clouds, floating gently in the palm of my hand.
The pure medicinal power in the elixir seems to dissipate directly into clouds and float away.
This is what a fairy elixir should look like.
Compared with the exquisite life-extending pills refined by the ancestors of the Mu family, these two life-extending pills are nearly ten times more pure and powerful.
The higher the grade of the elixir, the less the potency changes due to the difference in product phase.
Just like one's net worth, it is easy to multiply one's net worth a hundred times from a piece of spiritual stone to one hundred dollars, but it is much harder to multiply one hundred times one's net worth from ten thousand dollars.
enough.
Looking at the two pills in his palm, Han Muye smiled on his face.
Such a pill is enough to extend one's life for a hundred years.
Without hesitation, he swallowed two life-extending pills.
The elixir entered his stomach, and a mysterious feeling filled his whole body.
balance.
This feeling comes from the fusion of the physical body, bloodline soul and sword energy.
Han Muye could clearly feel that his body seemed to be nourished by some kind of power and full of vitality.
This vitality has nothing to do with cultivation and sword energy.
More than two hundred years of life!
It wasn't until this moment that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, I no longer have to worry about Shouyuan.
With the support of more than two hundred years of longevity, whether he is absorbing the sword energy or slowly condensing the sword intention, it is enough.
He stood up, stretched his body, put away the alchemy cauldron with satisfaction, and walked out of the big house.
"Nineteen is out of seclusion?"
"Your retreat this time is not short, it lasts seven days."
Lu Shi's heroic voice came.
"Hurry up and wash up. I hunted a roe deer while collecting firewood and made a tooth sacrifice."
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
With Lu Shi around, the little beasts on the surrounding hills would really suffer.
The key is that this spiritual land also attracts all kinds of wild animals.
During the meal, Qi Shisan and Su Shiba were there, and then there was Lu Shi who looked like a smoky person.
"I heard that the Fengling Sword Sect has sent an envoy to the sect. I guess this battle won't last long." Su Shiba spoke while dealing with Roe Deer Legs.
"My master said that the fighting over at Fengshou Mountain is more intense than expected. The Lingdao Sect has spoken, and our own people in Western Xinjiang should not fight." Lu Shi said as he picked up the wine bowl in front of him.
This wine is not Li San's sad wine, but it is also refreshing.
Han Muye didn't drink a few sips of wine, he just ate meat and listened to Lu Shi and others talking.
Behind the direct disciples are all the big guys in the sect. Lu Shi’s master is a powerful elder with the sixth level of alchemy formation, and Qi Shisan’s master is Lu Hao, the Supreme Elder of the Golden Vein.
The news they told was naturally not what Lu Gao had inquired about during his chores.
Without any analysis, Han Muye also knew that the dispute with the Fengling Sword Sect was about to end.
After all, Fengling Sword Sect was only caught off guard when Jiuxuan Sword Sect counterattacked them, so they stole the chicken but lost the rice.
Overall, the Fengling Sword Sect has not lost much strength.
Now that people are slowly laying out their plans, if the Jiuxuan Sword Sect continues to fight, there will be no benefits to gain.
There is another reason, the attack on the Southern Wilderness, the intention of the Spiritual Dao, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect does not need to worry about the revenge and suppression of the leader of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect after he recovers from his injuries.
As long as the Danjie Realm cannot take action within thirty to fifty years, Jiuxuan Sword Sect is confident that its strength will greatly improve.
When the time comes to compete with the Fengling Sword Sect, even if the opponent has the Heaven Realm, he will not lose.
"After all, our Jiuxuan Sword Sect is missing a Heavenly Realm member."
Su Shiba drank a glass of wine and spoke in a low voice.
"The three princes have exhausted their potential and there is no hope for heaven." Su Shiba looked at Qi Shisan, then turned his attention to Lu Shi.
Both of them lowered their heads and remained silent.
This is what cultivation is like, talent and qualifications determine the upper limit.
If you want to break through this upper limit, you will really need an incredible opportunity.
"Don't look at the next battle at Jiuxuan Mountain. The leader of Fengling Sword Sect will be injured, but my Sword Sect will also suffer a loss."
"The sect master should have been the most promising to break through to the heavenly realm."
"Just like Elder Gao Changgong back then."
Lu Shi spoke in a deep voice and looked at Han Muye.
That's the big picture.
Outsiders only see the disputes, but these direct descendants see the overall situation.
In the Western Xinjiang cultivation world, someone is controlling the layout behind the scenes.
The leader of the Fengling Sword Sect was already in heaven, but he was injured at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain and had to retreat.
The leader of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, Kanze, hid his cultivation for so many years, and finally exploded his golden elixir, unable to improve his cultivation for the rest of his life.
These two sects seemed to be competing for the position of the fourth largest sect in Western Xinjiang, but in fact, the threat to the top three sects was directly eliminated.
Han Muye nodded.
Ancestor Tao Ran and the elders of Jiange told him about this.
Even without saying it, he could guess it.
This is the case in the world of spiritual practice. The life and death of countless low-level practitioners are not under their control at all.
The strife between big forces, and the practitioners trapped in it, are not much more powerful than ants.
Even Jin Ze, the leader of Fengling Sword Sect and Jiuxuan Sword Sect, had to be involved and pay a huge price?
The Dao Sect, the Demon Sect, the Sword Sect, and the top forces in Western Xinjiang can only keep one family each, right?
…
Han Muye did not stay in the spiritual land for too long. After eating and drinking, he returned to the sword pavilion.
When he arrived at Jiange, Lin Shen was on duty at the door.
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Yang Mingxuan's face was pale, but his eyes were bright.
Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan didn't know where they were going.
Han Muye took out the linen cloth and began to wipe the sword in the sword pavilion.
While wiping the sword, he collected the sword energy.
Now that Shouyuan's problem has been solved, it is natural to quickly absorb more sword energy.
For most of the day, he collected more than 20,000 sword energy that had been scattered in the sword.
These sword energies combined with the fragmented sword energies in the air sea, and formed a sword intent.
"Senior Brother Lin, are Senior Brother Han here?"
A voice came from in front of the sword pavilion door.
Han Muye walked over and saw a young man wearing a white robe standing in front of Lin Shen.
Qi Tao.
The son of Ling Juezong Qi Mingyuan.
Qi Tao is now a disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's Fire Meridian and worships under Su Yuan's sect.
Not long ago, Patriarch Tao Ran was in Jiange, and Su Yuan brought Qi Tao to pay him a visit.
"Senior Brother Han."
Seeing Han Muye, Qi Tao hurriedly bowed and clasped his fists.
His ability to practice at Jiuxuan Sword Sect is all due to Han Muye.
Their Ling Juezong's great improvement in strength was also due to Han Muye's strength.
Qi Mingyuan told him to be respectful to Han Muye.
In fact, there is no need to explain, Qi Tao will be respectful to Han Muye.
After all, this Senior Brother Han is mysterious and powerful, with unimaginable connections and strength.
"Master asked me to tell my senior brother that there are currently no changes in the sects under the mountain, but it seems that the demon clan has some plans."
Most of the disciples of Huomai and Sanshizhai were suppressing the demon clan at the foot of the mountain. Han Muye privately asked Su Yuan to help pay attention to the unusual movements of several sects, including Qingfeng Temple.
"Senior brother, the master said that the sect is planning to negotiate a peace with the Fengling Sword Sect after a battle. In this battle, both sides are going to have to use all their strength. When the time comes, there may be changes."
As Qi Tao spoke, he looked up at Han Muye.
When he heard Master Su Yuan's words, his blood boiled all over, and he wished he could join this battle immediately. Looking at it now, it turned out that Senior Brother Han had already known about this news.
The decisive battle between the two major sects in Dingding is the best opportunity to become famous under the two sects' alchemy formation.
If you miss this battle, you may only be able to accumulate military exploits in Fengshou Mountain.
Fengshou Mountain is much more dangerous than fighting against the Fengling Sword Sect.
After Qi Tao left, Han Muye turned to look at Jiange.
Huang Laoliu has been chatting with Gao Xiaoxuan recently about not knowing what to do.
However, he did not return the jade slip that Han Muye gave to Huang Laoliu last time.
It seems that he is already practicing quietly.
This is a good thing.
I hope that sects like Qingfengguan will not jump out, so that the dispute between Jiuxuan Sword Sect and Fengling Sword Sect can be settled with less twists and turns.
This would also allow Huang Lao Liu'an to remain a sword watcher for ten years, become a deacon of the sect, and then take his sixth sister-in-law back to his hometown to act as a guard.
Although this kind of life is dull, the most wonderful thing is that it is dull, isn't it?
In the afternoon, inner disciple Tang Ming came and led Zhao Youzhi and others to Jiange to meet Han Muye.
Tang Ming and the others had accepted the sect's mission and were preparing to go down the mountain to the place of dispute with the Fenglingjian Sect.
The situation has become clear. Let’s fight with all our strength in the final battle.
Han Muye helped Zhao Youzhi and others point out some mistakes and shortcomings in swordsmanship, and made an appointment to have a drink together when the battle was over.
In the next two days, the entire Jiuxuan Mountain was completely mobilized.
Various battle missions emerge in endlessly.
"Tell me, why are you fighting for this?" On the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion, the elder of the Jiange Pavilion looked calmly, looking at the sword light flying across the sky.
Han Muye stood in front of the window, looking into the distance.
"A great victory in this battle can defeat the Wind Spirit Sword Sect's luck for decades."
Han Muye spoke calmly.
The elder of Jiange smiled and nodded.
"Yes, the general trend of the sect is about luck."
"Actually, the so-called luck is not an illusory feeling."
Narrowing his eyes, the elder of Jiange said in a deep voice: "With this victory, other sects in Western Xinjiang will naturally regard us as high."
"This battle is a great victory, and we will get countless treasures, and the sect disciples' training expenses will also increase."
"With this victory, the Fengling Sword Sect has been suppressed, and we have more initiative in our hands."
"This victory will inspire the disciples in the sect and they will have more confidence when practicing."
Looking at Han Muye, the elder of Jiange smiled and said: "Together, don't these mean luck?"
Han Muye nodded, looked at the figure walking slowly under the sword pavilion, and said in a low voice: "A general's success is achieved by tens of thousands of bones, and a great force is built by piles of bones."
"The thousands of swords in the sword pavilion and the numerous scars on those swords are the real luck, right?"
His words made the elder of Jiange's face stiffen.
Han Muye shook his head and walked downstairs.
He understands how the sect trains its troops in battle.
How can a practitioner have the perseverance to not be afraid of hardships and pursue the Tao without going through mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
Especially sword cultivators should not be afraid of life and death.
But these low-level disciples are also human beings...
"Hmph, as a superior, how can you be kind to a woman?"
"You have to learn to see the overall situation. After all, the world is just a chess game played by a few people!"
The voice of the Jiange elder who hated iron for not becoming steel sounded behind him.
Han Muye was too lazy to pay attention to him and walked straight downstairs and out.
You talk so much nonsense, why are you hiding on the third floor of Jiange Pavilion and not getting out?
Arriving at the stone steps, Han Muye looked at the thin figure in front of him and said calmly: "Have you made up your mind?"
The person in front of him was Yang Shao, a disciple of Santan Pavilion.