There are many demon cultivators in Western Xinjiang, and various techniques are spread.
In the eyes of Xijiang practitioners, there is a natural gap between demon cultivators, sword cultivators and spiritual energy cultivators.
Demon cultivators are more cold-blooded than other cultivators.
It is said that Li Mubai, the leader of the Shangyang Demon Sect, the number one demon cultivator in Western Xinjiang, once killed his Taoist companion with his own hands.
This is why Jiang Ming gave a special reminder when he saw Han Muye doing business with Bai Suzhen.
Most of the demonic cultivators in Western Xinjiang met with a bad end.
"I know you have no prejudice against demon cultivators." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.
"Otherwise you wouldn't be entangled with Bai Suzhen."
These words made Han Muye's originally serious face turn into a smile.
Indeed, in his opinion, there is no right or wrong in practice, it only depends on whether the practitioner's original intention is correct.
What Tang Chi cultivated was actually the true direct inheritance technique of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, so what?
If he hadn't delayed deliberately this time, Fengshoushan's defense line might not have been breached.
"Brother Six, you see clearly." Han Muye shook his head and stretched out his hand to peel a sweet potato.
Han Muye did not stay at Huang Laoliu's place for a long time. After saying a few words, he got up and left.
On the cliff in the distance, Li San was holding a wine gourd, drinking sip after sip.
Han Muye stepped forward and took out his small gourd.
He took a long sip of the sad wine, then turned the mouth of the wine gourd downward and let the precious wine scatter.
"There is a rule in my hometown that if you spill wine on the ground, those who have passed away can drink it."
Han Muye said, holding the wine gourd and gestured in the air: "Brother Ten, Nineteen respects you."
Li San raised his head, also lifted the wine gourd, and then took another swig.
"This guy Lu Shi has ideas about me."
After spilling the wine from the wine gourd like Han Muye did, Li San suddenly spoke.
"He knew it was Deng Chungang I was waiting for, so he didn't mention it to me."
"Before coming, he deliberately borrowed my wine gourd and replaced all my wine with water."
Li San looked into the distance with a mocking smile on his face: "That fool, thinks that by making some delicious food and staying at the cemetery all the time, I will be interested in him?"
"ridiculous."
After saying that, she stood up and handed a small cloth bag to Han Muye.
"This is what Lu Shi asked me to give to you."
"Repay you the spiritual stone for the elixir."
The last time Lu Shi came to Fengshou Mountain, he borrowed the elixir from Han Muye.
Han Muye reached out and took the cloth bag. This cloth bag was full of various spiritual materials, including many spiritual stones, and some swords.
All of them are worth hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones.
Han Muye held the cloth bag tightly.
To be honest, he never thought about asking Lu Shi and others to return the spiritual stone of the elixir.
He has no shortage.
"When this battle is over, I will leave Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
After taking a few steps, Li San paused and said calmly: "I'm not interested in being in the same sect with someone like Tang Er."
After saying that, she picked up the sword and left straight away.
Han Muye sat on the cliff, looked at the demon clan station in the distance, and sighed softly.
"Haha, you are so young and sighing like this."
"If I were at your age, I would have killed that Tang Er directly."
The disheveled Master Tu Sun stood on the edge of the rock at some point, stroking his beard and sniffing: "The wine is pretty good."
Han Muye raised his hand and threw the small gourd over.
Master Tu Sun took the gourd and lifted it up, letting a stream of sparkling wine fall into his mouth.
“What a drink!”
He took one sip into his throat, and he let out a long laugh. He held the small gourd and drank several sips before he couldn't put it down and started playing with it.
"I'll give it to you if you like it."
Han Muye waved his hands and said.
When he drank this wine with Lu Shi and the others, he felt extremely happy.
Now, Li San no longer wants to stay in Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and Lu Shi has also died.
This wine really makes me sadder the more I drink it.
Master Tu Sun chuckled, picked up the wine gourd, and said: "Boy, you will get used to it in the future."
"Practice is a journey of loneliness."
"Three to five hundred years from now, when all those who have traveled with you have withered away and not a single one is left, you will no longer have the thoughts you have today."
Han Muye nodded.
He knew what Master Tu Sun said was right.
Practitioners often live for thousands of years, and eventually their fellow practitioners will perish one after another.
No wonder those ancestors were really able to cut off love and sex.
But there was nothing left for them to worry about.
"Don't mention it, there are quite a few of you Jiuxuan Sword Sect's descendants who are very powerful in combat, but the one who is really ruthless is still that Tang Er."
"If he really succeeds in what he did today, he will have a place in the entire Western Xinjiang." Master Tu Sun looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face: "Unfortunately, human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations."
After saying that, Master Tu Sun turned his head and looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, where the evil spirit was rising.
"Boy, the next battle will not be easy to survive."
"Don't die here."
Han Muye laughed and looked up at Master Tu Sun: "Senior, you too."
These words made Master Tu Sun burst into laughter, and his voice spread thousands of feet away, attracting countless gazes.
Master Tu Sun left, and Han Muye sat cross-legged, spinning the immortal pills in his dantian, spreading spiritual energy.
He came here without sleep, and after another battle, he was indeed exhausted to the extreme.
Crossing his legs and adjusting his breath, he calmed down his mind, and the sword energy all over his body was as calm as a mountain rock.
…
"boom--"
When Han Muye opened his eyes, the sun was already rising.
There was a roar in the distance.
"Last night, the demon army had pushed to the front line of Yunchao Ridge." Li San stood on the cliff holding a long sword, with a bright light in his eyes that reflected the rising sun.
"That way is the direction of Yuntai Daozong."
"I guess Yuntai Daozong is surrounded."
Yuntai Taoism is one of the nine major sects in Western Xinjiang.
The station is near Fengshou Mountain, and Yuntai Daozong has already made preparations.
In the distance, curtains of light rose up, and then were crushed by the demonic energy that filled the sky.
The roar was like thunder.
"Can you hold it?"
Han Muye took a deep breath and asked.
Li San shook his head and said, "I can't hold on."
Can't keep it.
Yuntai Daozong is just one of the nine major sects and cannot withstand the siege of the Southern Wilderness army.
"Then, are we going to watch like this?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.
"The demon clan over there has definitely arranged strong men, waiting for us to rescue them." Li San looked calmly and looked at Han Muye.
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Who will come to the rescue at this time, or who will become a fool who succumbs to the trap?
There was a roaring sound.
The sky over there is dyed blue and red.
Hundreds of miles away, hundreds of thousands of practitioners on Yunchao Ridge were just watching.
Han Muye felt an indescribable depression gathering in his heart, making him uncomfortable.
He flew up and turned to look at the forest behind him.
"Senior Master Tu Sun, Yuntai Daozong is under siege, are we just going to watch like this?"
His high-pitched voice could be heard ten miles away.
Below, countless practitioners looked up at him.
Li San looked at Han Muye.
She didn't understand why Han Muye came forward now.
Today, no one can save Yuntai Daozong.
"Han Muye, who do you think you are?" A cold voice came, and a young man in a green robe with a sword on his back flew up and hung quietly in the air.
Green robe, long sword, sword intent soaring into the sky.
An elite descendant of the Taiyi Sword Sect, Sun Jinshi is blameless.
"You Jiuxuan Sword Sect is not responsible for the fall of Fengshou Mountain, but now you are here to ask why you watched Yuntai Dao Sect being besieged."
Sun Jinshi had a sneer on his face and stared at Han Muye: "If you have the ability, go and rescue Yuntai Daozong yourself."
Hearing Sun Jinshi's words, countless practitioners below shook their heads.
The defeat of Fengshou Mountain was due to the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, but also to the arrival of the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness. The Western Frontier was unable to support the defense line and could only retreat.
But what Sun Jinshi said was right. If we were to find the culprit, it would naturally be the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Han Muye glanced at Sun Jinshi, then looked at the long sword on his back, and said lightly: "It turns out that he is also a guy like Tang Er."
His words made Sun Jinshi's complexion change, and he unsheathed his long sword behind his back with a "cang clang" sound.
Han Muye ignored him and turned into a stream of light.
"Senior Master Tu Sun, this junior is brave and invites you to go to Yuntai Dao Sect. Do you dare to go with us?"
Han Muye roared loudly, the sound echoing for hundreds of miles!
Invite the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang to go to Yuntai Dao Sect!
He also asked if he dared to go with us!
This loud shout made all the practitioners on Yunchao Ridge widen their eyes.
Madman or fool?
Sun Jinshi stared, gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand showed a sharp edge.
"court death!"
He raised his hand and stabbed Han Muye with his sword light.
It is true that Master Tu Sun is the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang.
But even the number one sword cultivator in Western Territory would not dare to face several Southern Wilderness monsters at the same time.
Han Muye is not inviting the Yuntai Taoist Sect to be rescued now. He is clearly inviting Master Tu Sun to die!
"roll."
Just when Sun Jinshi's sword light was stabbing Han Muye, Li San below raised his hand and struck out with his sword, directly scattering Sun Jinshi's sword light.
"Just because you don't have the guts to go doesn't mean others won't go."
Li San drew his long sword and shouted loudly: "Li Xixi of Jiuxuan Sword Sect is willing to go to——"
Her body turned into a ray of green light and followed Han Muye to Yuntai Daozong.
Ahead, streaks of demonic light rose.
Those are the masters of the realm among the demon clan who rushed to the sky to block the sword light.
In the distance, there are three demonic lights that cover the sky and the earth, turning into pillars of smoke.
"Master Tu Sun, do you have the courage to come?"
The sound was like thunder, roaring and exploding.
Then, there is a long smile.
What about the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang?
At this time, don’t you have to shrink your head obediently?
Throughout Yunchao Ridge, all the Xijiang cultivators gritted their teeth.
But no one wanted Master Tu to take action.
There are only four heavenly cultivators in Western Xinjiang.
If Master Tu Sun doesn't take action, it can still serve as a deterrent.
Once he takes action, he will be surrounded by three strong men of the same level, with no hope of victory at all.
Regardless of whether Master Tu Sun died or was seriously injured, it was a critical situation for Xijiang.
"Master, you must not go!" Sun Jinshi, who looked pale, turned around and shouted.
"Can't go?"
In the void, Master Tu Sun's voice sounded.
Wearing a green Taoist robe, a purple gold crown on his head, and a polished sword on his back, Master Tu Sun didn't look as slovenly as he did yesterday.
“Where not to go?”
Master Tu Sun took a thousand-foot step, and thunder surged around his body, and the sword light turned into crisscrossing dragons.
"This is the residence of Yuntai Taoist Sect in Xijiang. I, a monk from Xijiang, cannot go there?"
"Or are you saying that there is no place in this world that I, Master Tu Sun, can't go to?"
Master Tu Sun took one step at a time and traveled hundreds of miles in an instant.
"Haha, good time!"
A long smile came from the cloud pillar transformed by the Great Demon of Nanhuang, and then three cloud pillars crashed into Master Tu Sun.
"Boy, you ask me if I dare to go there, and see if I dare."
Master Tu Sun smiled and raised his hand to draw the long sword from behind. The sword light swept away and the dragon shadow flew out instantly.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Tianlong."
Lieyang Palace Palace Swordsmanship, Tianlong.
Han Muye had seen this type of swordsmanship from Jianwan.
The ten thousand-foot-long heavenly dragon wrapped around the wind and thunder and crashed directly into the big demon cloud pillar blocking the front.
The cloud pillar was knocked open, revealing a large man covered in scales and with horns on his head.
The big man held a long ax in his hand and slashed towards Tianlong.
The other two cloud pillars hit Master Tu Sun from the left and right sides.
Master Tu Sun laughed loudly, and an illusory long sword appeared above his head.
"Boy, what's the difference between the Soul Sword inherited by your sword pavilion and this sword of mine?"
He asked in his mouth, and the long sword above his head slashed towards the cloud pillar on the left.
"boom--"
This soul sword seems to be sharper than the swordsman Tianlong. It cuts through the cloud pillar with one sword, causing the green-robed demon clan holding the wooden staff to retreat in succession.
At this time, the monster cloud pillar on the far right has enveloped Master Tu Sun's head. A tall man wearing black half-length armor smiled and said: "Master Tu Sun, what other methods do you have?"
Master Tu Sun's expression remained unchanged, but Han Muye moved and landed beside Master Tu Sun.
"Since it is the junior who invites the senior to go with him, I should do my best to help the senior take action."
Above Han Muye's head, an illusory sword appeared, instantly matching Master Tu Sun's Soul Sword.
"boom--"
The two swords combined and exploded with endless brilliance!
The big demon who was still able to resist was slashed hundreds of miles away with a sword, and retreated in defeat after vomiting blood.
The power of this sword is several times greater than before!
"There is a sword in my sword pavilion that can defeat the heavenly realm for a hundred breaths."
"I'm also very curious about what this sword will look like in the hands of a strong man in the Heaven Realm today." Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun and said softly: "Senior, please bring out the sword."
Master Tu Sun laughed, turned to look at the big demon on the right who was trying to escape, and then looked at Han Muye: "Boy, your swordsmanship is better than mine. I will let you use this sword."
As his words fell, the illusory long sword with endless brilliance solidified and landed on Han Muye's head, hanging quietly high.
Infinite brilliance burst out from Han Muye's eyes, and the long sword above his head trembled slightly according to his thoughts.
He slowly looked at the serious-faced black-armored demon in the cloud pillar.