203, Back to Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rings six times
Spiritual stones are actually a trivial matter.
Han Muye didn't believe that the No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang couldn't produce 10,000 pieces of high-grade spiritual stones.
The Taiyi Sword Sect delayed dividing these spiritual stone debts into hundreds of years, just to connect with him and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Perhaps, this is also one of Master Tu Sun's backup plans.
Without Master Tu Sun, the Taiyi Sword Sect can continue to maintain its position as the number one sword sect in Western Xinjiang for how many years.
Among them, the greatest threat to Taiyi Sword Sect, apart from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect whose leader is in seclusion, is the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, isn't it?
As long as Jiuxuan Sword Sect and Taiyi Sword Sect secretly form an alliance, then they will have the qualifications to fight against Fengling Sword Sect together.
As for Master Tu Sun coming back a hundred years later, let's forget it. If Master Tu Sun doesn't return, and Taiyi Sword Sect has not yet come out of heaven, then let it decline.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and touched a wisp of sword energy on the scroll in front of him, leaving his mark.
Sun Jinshi tore the paper roll open, divided it into two parts, put away one part, and solemnly handed the other part to Han Muye before leaving the flying boat.
Han Muye accepted the scroll and closed his eyes to practice.
Ten days later, the flying boat returned to Jiuxuan Mountain.
This time, more than a thousand disciples returned with him.
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
The bell rings six times.
Han Muye was wearing a black robe, holding a broken sword in both hands, standing in front of the Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
Sect leader Jin Ze, who looked much older, led the elders and disciples of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect to stand in formation.
"In the battle at Yunchaoling, Lu Hao, the supreme elder of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, used his body to stop the demon and fearlessly sacrificed his life. Now he returns with his sword."
Han Muye shouted loudly, and it spread throughout Jiuxuan Mountain.
He raised his head and looked at the mountain gate of Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
The four characters "Nine Xuan Sword Sect" are shining brightly.
This mountain gate represents a group of sword cultivators.
A group of people join the group to keep warm, a group pursues the way of swordsmanship, and a group of practitioners who have swords in their hearts.
Life and death are important, friendship is important.
The Tao in the heart is more important.
When Lu Hao helped Han Muye resist the big demon, he only said, "If you want to kill my disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, have you asked me, the supreme elder of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect?"
That's all.
Hundreds of years of practice, sacrificing one's life in one blow.
This is sword cultivation.
Apart from life and death, there is only one sword.
This sword is in my hand and in my heart.
The sword is broken, the body is destroyed, but the heart has no regrets.
There may be calculations, strife, and indifference among the Sword Sect, but at this moment, everyone has the sword in their hearts.
"Welcome the sword into the sword pavilion——"
Kanazawa shouted, took a step forward, and held Lu Hao's sword with both hands. There was bright water vapor surging in his eyes.
After giving away the sword, Han Muye turned around and walked towards the sword pavilion.
"Welcome to the return of Elder Lu Hao——"
The Golden Vein disciples behind him bowed to the Broken Sword, some of them were already crying.
This is practice.
This is the world of practitioners.
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Back at Jiange, Lu Gao, Lin Shen, Yang Mingxuan and others came to greet them.
Han Muye looked at everyone and said nothing.
Everyone stood in front of the sword pavilion, silent.
Sixth Brother, Han Muye didn't bring him back.
Gao Xiaoxuan didn't come back either.
Although Huang Laoliu did not die, there is almost no chance that his body will be transformed into a great demon and his soul will eventually return to clarity.
Even if you can restore your clear soul and go outside the world, is there still a chance to come back?
Anyway, in Western Xinjiang, there is no legend of returning from outside the border.
not even one.
Han Muye's eyes fell on Yang Mingxuan, he reached out and patted his shoulder, and whispered: "Sect Master Yang said that you don't need to collect his body for him."
"One day, you can take back your position as the leader of the Mingshan Sword Sect."
Yang Mingxuan gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, and nodded heavily.
Han Muye waved his hand, walked into the sword pavilion, walked up to the third floor of the sword pavilion step by step, then sat behind the long desk and looked up out of the window.
He sat there for three days.
For three days, he did not move or speak.
Three days later, he got up and walked down the stairs and appeared on the first floor of the Jiange.
"Senior Brother Han is down. Just in time, Brother Lu went to prepare a table of delicious food." Jiang Ming, who was sitting behind the long desk, shouted loudly.
At the door, Lu Gao paused, turned around and ran away.
Han Muye walked to the long desk and stretched out his hand to unfold the books on the table.
The book is densely packed with records of returning swords.
From Fengshou Mountain to Yunchaoling, as many as a thousand disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect have fallen.
Among them, Han Muye saw many familiar names.
Lu Yizeng.
Sun Dayong.
Tao Shiwu.
…
Lu Hao.
"The sect leader personally placed the Supreme Elder's sword on the second floor of the sword pavilion temporarily." Jiang Ming looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
Except for Han Muye, no one else in the sword pavilion was qualified to receive the sword from the Supreme Elder.
Kanazawa personally sent the sword to the second floor for placement.
Han Muye nodded and closed the book.
Lu Gao came back quickly.
Liu Hong, who didn't know where he got the news, also followed.
Everyone sat around the small table, looking at the dishes on the table, but no one touched it.
The table was full, but Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan were missing.
Han Muye reached out and took out a small gourd, then filled the wine glasses in front of everyone.
"One day, I, Han Muye, will go to the outer world to look for the return of Sixth Brother and Gao Xiaoxuan."
Han Muye picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"I, Lu Gao, will go to the outer world to look for the return of Sixth Brother and Gao Xiaoxuan."
"I, Lin Shen, will go to the outer world to find my sixth brother and Gao Xiaoxuan when they return."
…
Everyone put the wine into their mouths, but they didn't taste a trace of wine.
This wine is just a glass of water.
Lu Shi exchanged water for Li San's sad wine.
Li San did not return to Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Together with Zhao Youzhi, she led Jiang Han and several others to Zhongzhou with Lu Xiaoyun.
According to Lu Xiaoyun, she abducted him and ran away.
Han Muye understood that both Li San and Zhao Youzhi had extraordinary talents in swordsmanship.
In the battle at Yunchaoling, after seeing the great monks crushing him, my heart's desire for practice and combat power reached its extreme.
Leaving Western Xinjiang and going to Zhongzhou, the Holy Land of Cultivation, they had the opportunity to embark on a realm they had never imagined before.
Han Muye was very happy that they had such a choice.
As for Zhongzhou, he will also go there.
After drinking some water and wine, the table was full of dishes and not much was touched.
Watching Lu Gao and Liu Hong clearing away the tables, chairs, dishes, and chopsticks, Han Muye suddenly understood the feelings of the elder Jiange.
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He himself will probably rarely go downstairs to eat such mundane food in the future.
Turning around to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion and sitting cross-legged, Han Muye felt sword aura rising from his body.
At this time, there was a divine soul sword energy in his divine treasure.
This divine soul sword energy was left by Jiange Senior Mo Shenghua, and it is extremely powerful.
There are still nineteen sword intentions in the air sea.
Two of them have become extremely powerful sword forces.
In his Dantian, 90% of the power of all the immortal elixirs was consumed, and the remaining power expanded the space of his Dantian.
A vortex of spiritual energy is slowly rotating.
The first level of the nine-story cloud platform is almost filled with spiritual energy.
Three sword pills floated and sank, and a sword intent suppressed them.
The first level of spiritual energy foundation building is about to reach the second level.
Just relying on the power of the immortal elixir remaining in the Dantian, one can quickly reach the second level of foundation building without any training.
The strength of the body training has not changed much, but the continuous fighting and the sharpening of the strength of the muscles and bones have improved a bit.
Thinking of the strength of muscles and bones, Han Muye raised his hand, holding a severed arm in his palm.
The severed arm was shriveled, leaving only a layer of gray and black armor, with dark golden bones showing through.
Demon arm bone.
The reason why Han Muye left this amputated arm bone was to use it to practice his body refining techniques.
The light in his palm flashed, and a layer of flame rose up.
This is the art of refining weapons.
The moment the flames rose, sword energy came out again and surrounded the arm bones.
The art of sword energy and alchemy.
He raised his hand and made a move, and a sword box fell in front of him.
This sword box contains the swords Qing Ming and Zi Yan.
Han Muye waved his hand, and the sword box was wrapped in flames.
The evil arm bone turned into a golden stream of light, fell on the sword box, and slowly blended into it.
When the flames dissipated, there were golden marks on the sword box.
Holding the sword box with both hands and carrying it behind his back, Han Muye grinned slightly.
A suppressed force penetrated the body from the sword box.
This power continued to integrate into his body, polishing his muscles, bones and blood.
Carrying the sword case on your back at all times will help you exercise your muscles and bones continuously.
The strength of this evil arm bone is enough for him to refine his physical strength to the next level without worrying about it.
After refining the sword box, Han Muye took a deep breath, and the light shimmered in his hands, activating the power of his sword.
"Buzz——"
The sword intent in his dantian turned into cyan sword light, and three sword pills lined up beside his body.
Turning his hands, a green, tattered and rusty iron umbrella fell in front of him.
As soon as the iron umbrella appeared, it seemed as if it was unwilling to fly away.
Magic treasure.
It is equivalent to the existence of a magic weapon.
If the imperial envoy has such treasures, he can kill them even in the heavenly realm.
If Master Tu Sun had such a treasure in his hands, the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness would probably weigh it.
"Buzz——"
The three sword pills turned into stars, swaying the sword light and covering the iron umbrella.
The iron umbrella vibrated, and black demonic energy rose from it.
The green sword light above Han Muye pressed down, but was blown away by the demonic energy.
I tried several methods but could not dispel the evil spirit in the iron umbrella.
Han Muye understood that this was due to his insufficient cultivation.
normal.
The heavy swords with deep resentment in the sword pavilion have to be slowly suppressed and worn away, let alone this magic treasure?
With the sword light lingering around his body, Han Muye's hand was filled with halo, and he led the iron umbrella down the third floor to the middle of the first floor of the sword pavilion.
A golden light flashed, and his figure disappeared from where it was.
When he appeared again, he was already in a quiet room with a radius of two feet.
This is the basement level of Jiange.
That's where the white fox was suppressed.
It is also the location of the spatial passage of Lord Feng Zhenjian.
The original Huang Laoliu had been practicing here.
This quiet room is empty except for a small case with a wooden frame in front of it.
Han Muye placed the iron umbrella on the wooden frame, and a golden light fell directly on the iron umbrella, suppressing the magic light on it.
This golden light was caused by the power of countless swords in the sword pavilion. The power was so strong that the demonic energy on the iron umbrella "sizzled", as if it was being eroded by force.
With such training, it won't take long for the evil spirit to dissipate.
Taking a look at the golden iron umbrella, Han Muye turned around and looked at the small case in front of him.
On the small case, there was a palm-sized box and a wooden comb.
Lu Xiaoyun said that she came to Jiange to investigate, but did not touch anything in Jiange.
The things in the sword pavilion were related to Wen Xiang and were beyond her control.
Han Muye looked at the wooden box on the small case. There was a hidden button at the opening and a small hole.
He raised his hand, pulled out the small black sword inserted in his hair, and gently inserted it into the small hole.
"Bata."
The wooden box secret lock is opened.
Reaching out to open the wooden box, there were two strands of hair intertwined together, and next to it, there was a yellowed paper roll.
Gently unfold the paper roll, and there is a line of Qingjun small characters on it.
"Green hair and white hair, they will be with you for thousands of years."