209, Picking Golden Lotus, Coach Lin opens the mountain with one sword
Han Muye nodded and said calmly: "There are many things that I can't come forward for."
"Sure, I'll do it for you." Tang Yunhao nodded and said solemnly: "Give me ten years, and I will take over the entire Zhehuatang."
There was a bright divine light in his eyes.
The number one young person in Western Xinjiang, Han Muye, the banished kendo immortal.
Tang Yunhao had some ideas in his mind when he knew that it was this person who had guided him in the past.
Only by following the footsteps of the truly strong can we have the opportunity to contact a wider world.
Being a casual cultivator who is hunted down at any time, not to mention ten years, even a hundred years, will not accomplish anything.
Han Muye's identity, status, talent, and future were worth a gamble.
After Han Muye made an agreement with Tang Yunhao, he asked the monk why he came to Western Xinjiang.
According to the monk's introduction, he came from a bitter cold place in the northern region.
The Xuankong Temple where he was born is the largest Buddhist practice sect in the Northern Territory.
In the Northern Territory, its status is roughly equal to that of Lingdao Sect.
However, the Northern Territory is a frozen land millions of miles away, desolate and uninhabited. Human races and alien races live together, and there are not many true masters.
There are only about ten thousand disciples in Xuankong Temple, and a Heaven Realm person is in charge.
"Excuse me, Master, you are from the Northern Territory, have you ever heard of a sword cultivator named Deng Chungang?"
Remembering that Deng Chungang, the first direct descendant of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, had gone to the Northern Territory, Han Muye asked.
After thinking about it, the monk shook his head and said, "There are not many people who use swords in the Northern Territory."
"The strongest among them should be the Sword King of the Snow Mountain who split three snow-capped mountains with one sword and suppressed the snow demon clan."
"As for the others, it seems they have never heard of someone with this name who is so powerful with a sword."
The northern region is bitterly cold and the territory is vast. It is normal that I have never heard of Deng Chungang.
Han Muye did not pursue the question any further.
He stood up and looked at the monk and Tang Yunhao: "As far as I know, when the Golden Cloud Lotus matures, it will attract monsters with keen senses."
"Let's go first and stop the monsters. When the golden lotus matures, we can pick the golden lotus and leave."
Neither the monk nor Tang Yunhao had any objections to this arrangement.
Tang Yunhao stretched out his hand to pull the dizzy Jia Muhe, followed Lin Shen, and everyone fled.
After more than half an hour, we arrived at a cliff.
The vegetation here is lush and lush, and if you didn’t know the location in advance, you wouldn’t have paid much attention.
Stepping into the crack, the further you go, the hotter you feel.
This crack is actually connected to the lava land underground.
Sure enough, after walking down the crack for more than a hundred feet, I saw flaming red lava rolling in front of me.
Around several people, spiritual energy and sword energy rose up, turning into light curtains to protect their bodies.
Han Muye, who was walking in front, was surrounded by a layer of faint cyan aura, his clothes were fluttering, and he was walking leisurely in the courtyard.
The monk clasped his hands together, and Buddha light flashed around him. A golden light curtain shone from his bald head, and the light reflected light.
Lin Shen and Tang Yunhao both used light sword energy to protect themselves.
Go forward a thousand feet and arrive at the lava lake.
The churning magma was red and blazing, and the oncoming heat wave hit the light curtain that protected everyone, giving off a dark red halo.
When Jiamuhe woke up, what he saw was a flame rolling in front of him.
He struggled for a moment, turned around, and saw Tang Yunhao holding his collar and protecting himself with a layer of sword light.
"Don't move, or I will throw you down."
Tang Yunhao said coldly.
Jia Muhe shrank his neck and did not dare to move.
He glanced forward and was slightly shocked.
In the middle of the magma lake, several dark golden lotuses bloomed.
Among them, in the one with the most petals, a huge lotus pod is swaying.
Although he didn't know what this golden lotus was, if it could grow in the magma lake, it must be a treasure.
"The lotus has seven branches. This cloud-changing golden lotus has grown to its limit." Looking at the swaying golden lotus, Han Muye said.
Only this golden lotus can be grown with the support of the earth's spiritual power in this place.
This is why treasures of heaven and earth are so hard to find.
The real treasure, the growing conditions are harsh, but it is still unique.
Even if this golden lotus is not harvested, when it matures, it will fall into the magma lake, and then its spiritual energy will return to the world.
From now on, there will be no such treasure here.
"There are still a few days, we are just waiting here."
As Han Muye said this, he found a flat place, raised his hand and swung a formation disk, raising a light curtain covering a two-foot radius, and then sat cross-legged to meditate.
The monk and others walked over and passed through the spiritual light shield.
Whether it is the formation disk or the previous spiritual light sword energy protection methods, these are things that the younger disciples of Jiamuhe, a small family, have never experienced before.
As he sat in the light array, he looked around curiously.
"Yun Gong, didn't that half glass of wine go into the dog's belly?" Tang Yunhao said coldly with his eyes closed and sword energy surging in his body.
Jiamuhe is busy running the family inheritance skills.
As the technique started to work, his eyes widened and he almost lost his spiritual energy.
At this time, the meridians all over his body were clear, and his muscles and bones seemed to have been tempered for a long time.
The original bottleneck of the third level of Peiyuan has disappeared at some point, and the spiritual energy and blood of the fourth level of Peiyuan are surging in the body.
Is this a breakthrough?
In the world of spiritual practice, it’s all about chance!
What is opportunity?
This is!
Turning to look at the people around him, Jia Muhe stopped smiling and looked serious.
These powerful people waste no time in practicing, so how can I not practice?
Close your eyes and transfer the energy, blood and spiritual energy, and you will be surprised again.
The spiritual energy in the space around him was so rich that it was as if he was soaked in spiritual energy.
Jiamuhe had never thought about such practice.
This is called practice!
What kind of practice is it that you only get one or two spiritual stones a year and don't dare to use your full strength every time you absorb spiritual energy?
At this moment, ambition took root in Jiamuhe's heart.
In the future, I will earn many, many spiritual stones.
Suck one, throw one.
Throw it into the array.
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Two days passed by in a hurry.
The golden lotus bloomed, and the golden light emitted from it became more and more abundant.
There is also a faint aroma that spreads around.
Not only the golden lotus in the middle, but also golden light emerged on the other six golden lotuses.
In the past two days, three demonic beasts emerged from the cracks. They were all cultivation powers in the Qi Condensation Stage. They tried to cross the magma lake, but were burned to death by the flames.
This made Jia Muhe, who wanted to step out of the light array and take a look, completely give up the idea. He had just reached the fourth level of Peiyuan and reached perfection.
"Roar--"
A two-foot-long first-born one-horned black panther rushed in from the crack and was slightly startled when it saw Han Muye and the others.
However, the black panther turned his gaze to the golden lotus, with greed in his eyes.
It roared, flew up, and pounced on the golden lotus.
This black panther is very fast, and a dark gray light curtain protects its body.
It has exceeded the realm of Qi Condensation, and is at least the strength of the second and third levels of foundation building.
With the demonic power of body protection, this black panther can really cross the lava lake.
Jia Muhe rubbed his hands anxiously, but Han Muye and others remained indifferent.
Listening to the conversation between Han Muye and the others, this golden lotus is a valuable treasure, don’t you want it anymore?
"boom--"
Just as the black panther was flying halfway across, a long whip spanned dozens of feet outside the crack and struck the black panther on the head, crushing its head.
The black panther fell and was swallowed by the lava.
From outside the crack, several figures rushed in.
These people were dressed in blue and white robes, and they were old and young.
The first person to strike was tall, holding a golden whip, and had golden light shining in his eyes.
He glanced at Han Muye and the others, then his eyes fell on Lin Shenhe and the monk, frowning slightly.
Others over there also looked at Han Muye and others, and some had murderous intent in their eyes.
The tall young man in the lead, holding a golden whip, waved his hands and stared at the blooming golden lotus. He was silent for a moment and led everyone to find a corner to sit around.
A hundred feet away from Han Muye and the others, these people also started practicing.
However, without the formation of Han Muye and others, these people relied on talismans or the spiritual energy around them to turn into a light shield.
Jia Muhe felt that the people there were not as rich as Senior Brother Han.
Senior Brother Han, whose origin is unknown, always uses high-grade spiritual stones in his practice.
Seeing that he had consumed several high-grade spiritual stones in two days, Jia Muhe was horrified and envious.
This is how spiritual practice should be.
Not bad for spiritual stones.
In the next few days, people kept coming to the crack.
There are all kinds of people, there are actually twenty or thirty people.
From time to time, monsters rush in.
Among the monsters that have rushed into the cracks in the past few days, the strongest ones have touched the shadow of the ground.
Tang Yunhao took action on one end and killed it with a sword.
This sword made several cultivators who were about to take action later become much better behaved.
"call--"
A breeze blew over the lava lake, bringing coolness.
Everyone stood up except Han Muye and the others.
How could there be a breeze in such a blazing place?
"The Cloud Golden Lotus is about to mature!"
Someone shouted softly.
Sure enough, in the magma lake, the nasturtium petals fell, and the lotus pods inside began to slowly solidify.
On the lotus pod in the middle, there are nine golden lotus seeds, with a gilded halo.
Nine golden lotus seeds!
By swallowing these nine golden lotus seeds, even ninth-grade useless spiritual roots can be instantly transformed into immortal spiritual roots that surpass the first-grade!
Treasure!
Not just that one lotus pod, there are more than 20 golden lotus seeds on the other six lotus pods, either three or five.
There are so many, it’s not too much to get one, right?
Looking at the golden lotus seeds that slowly solidified, everyone's hearts were filled with excitement.
"boom--"
From the crack, there was a roar, and dozens of monster beasts of different shapes rushed in.
"Stop the monster!"
"When the golden lotus seeds take shape, they will attract monsters within a thousand miles radius!"
"First block the monster, then divide the lotus seeds!"
The tall young man holding a golden whip stepped forward. The golden whip swept across with bright golden light, blocking a fifth-level monster beast. Then he shouted: "Everyone, how about working together to block the monster beast?"
Beside the lava lake, dozens of practitioners stood up.
Without blocking the monster, it is impossible to get the lotus seeds.
"Han Banxian, encountering a treasure is an opportunity. Today we will take action together, and the opportunities will be evenly distributed." The young man holding the golden whip turned to look at Han Muye.
"I, He Huangyi of the Zhaoling Taoist Sect, respect Han Banxian and guarantee that each of the five of you will receive a golden lotus seed, okay?"
In the young man, the fifth level of spiritual energy cultivation of Tongmai emerged.
Not only him, but several people around him also had the power of the land emanating from their bodies.
Han banished immortals.
Han Muye of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect.
With so many people coming, it was natural that some of them would recognize Han Muye.
Zhaoling Taoist Sect, a Taoist sect whose strength is second only to the Nine Great Sects, has a very good relationship with Lingdao Sect.
After He Huangyi finished speaking, he looked at Han Muye.
It was generous enough to give each of Han Muye and the others a golden lotus seed.
This is because of Han Muye's reputation as a swordsman and his reputation as an immortal, as well as the reputation of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Otherwise, encounters in the wild and opportunities must be fought for based on strength.
So what if swordsmanship banishes immortals?
After the last battle at Yunchao Ridge, we still don’t know how much combat strength we have left.
The inheritance of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion, after the Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm, is not even as good as a mortal.
The lotus pods are swaying gently, the lotus seeds are ripe, and more and more monsters are coming.
"Senior Brother Han, I will stop the monster."
Tang Yunhao stood up.
"I'll do it." The monk stood up and glanced at Tang Yunhao: "If you go, I'm afraid you'll kill all these people too."
After hearing his words, Tang Yunhao grinned.
The two of them talked loudly, causing He Huangyi and others to show cold expressions on their faces.
Han Muye shook his head and waved his hand: "No need to bother, I will pick the lotus seeds and leave."
After he finished speaking, Lin Shen stood up and walked out of the array.
One step, draw the sword.
"boom--"
The originally dark cracks in the underground suddenly became translucent.
Light shines from above the head.
Landslide!
The ground cracks!
One sword opens the mountain!
Sword marks spanning hundreds of miles separate these mountains.
Compared with Tuoba Cheng's sword, it was even worse.
A sword can cut hundreds of miles, cut mountains and split rocks.
The mountains split into two halves, the lava lake poured out instantly, and the seven golden lotus pods that transformed into clouds stayed in place.
"Senior Brother Han, please." Lin Shen turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye stood up and walked slowly over, one sword lotus at a time. He walked to the Golden Cloud Lotus and picked six of them, leaving one with three lotus seeds.
"Leaving one for you is a chance."
"Do you have any objection?"
Turning around, Han Muye looked at He Huangyi and others.
Everyone shook their heads.
The monsters retreating in the corner also shook their heads.
"Let's go."
Han Muye waved his hand, flew into the air step by step, and flew away.
Tang Yunhao pulled the sluggish Jia Muhe to follow him.
Lin Shen's sword returned to its sheath, and his figure suddenly flew up.
With his hands clasped together, the monk's eyes flashed with light. He looked at the sword marks in the distance and whispered: "The swordsmanship inherited from the sword kings of the Snow Mountain."
"It turns out that the number one swordsman in the Northern Territory and the Sword King of the Snow Mountain is Deng Chungang."