236, Sword unsheathed, life or death without regrets! (1/2 big chapter)
The sword light exploded!
The meteorite shattered!
The land of thousands of miles is rolling like waves!
Pointing the stars, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, imitates the general trend of stars falling, and with one blow, the ground is shattered thousands of miles away.
This kind of power is impossible to have in this world.
Even in the heavenly realm, even under the second level of Nascent Soul, one cannot break the earth thousands of miles away with one blow.
Between heaven and earth, smoke and dust filled the sky.
The dark Soul-Dead Wasteland turned into a dull yellow.
There is a smell of earth in this muddy yellow color.
This kind of aura has not spread in the Soul-Desolating Wasteland for countless years.
This is the breath of the earth, the breath of life.
With one blow, the entire Black Spirit Valley was smashed thousands of feet into the ground.
No matter how many strong men they have, they will all turn into powder together.
These evil cultivators who refine their souls and cultivate their grievances should have such retribution.
Cloud waves rolled, and endless vibrations spread from the wasteland to all directions.
Outside the wasteland, the expressions of those waiting strong men all changed and they quickly retreated.
The force of this impact was so strong that it caused changes in the power of the heavenly phenomena and the earth's veins. Whether it was the earth realm enlightenment or the connection of the meridians, they were all suppressed by the will of heaven and earth at this moment.
The wasteland is rolling, and the western frontier is shaking.
In Western Xinjiang, the mountain gate of Lingdao Sect is stationed.
The rolling green hills are filled with fairy spirit.
"Dong——"
Above the sky, a mighty bell sounded.
Then, from the top of the mountain, a golden light curtain shone down, covering the entire mountain gate for hundreds of miles.
At the moment when the light curtain fell, there was a roar and vibration between heaven and earth, and the earth swayed, as if the heaven and earth were about to overturn.
In the light barrier, in front of a magnificent hall, several old men in green robes stood side by side.
"Western Xinjiang is in turmoil. Such a fight requires at least heavenly combat power." An old man with a gray beard stared at the dust billowing in the distance and spoke in a deep voice.
Practitioners in Western Xinjiang, who is not paying attention to the battle in Black Spirit Valley at this time?
As the largest sect in Western Xinjiang, Lingdao Sect is very familiar with the current war situation.
It was precisely because of understanding that this Lingdao Sect elder who was half a step into the heaven was shocked.
"It is indeed reasonable for our Lingdao Sect to have suppressed the Jiuxuan Sword Sect for thousands of years." On the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a purple Taoist crown said with a smile.
"The Jiuxuan Sword Sect's sword pavilion inheritance really completely breaks the rules of the cultivation world."
"With one sword condensed for a period of time, you can fight against the heavenly realm."
"If this kind of inheritance is really prosperous, how can other families survive?"
After hearing his words, many people nodded.
Lingdao Sect, Taiyi Sword Sect, and Shangyang Demon Sect have always had a tacit understanding to suppress the Sword Pavilion.
The Jiange inheritance has never really flourished.
Looking at it today, it is indeed right.
How long has it been since Han Muye joined the Jiange? He already has such fighting power.
If there were a few more Han Muye in the Sword Pavilion, wouldn't it mean that Western Xinjiang would be under the control of Jiuxuan Sword Sect?
"Haha, fortunately there is only one Han Muye," the Taoist standing first said softly with a smile on his face: "What's more, after today's battle, how much fighting strength does he still have?"
Cultivation in the Sword Pavilion is all about consuming the sword energy of the soul in exchange for combat power.
Han Muye first became famous in Yunchao Ridge. In addition to his unparalleled talent in swordsmanship, he also relied on his divine soul sword energy to join forces with Master Tu Sun to fight against the powerful demon clan.
Han Muye's own cultivation level is not worth mentioning.
His Soul Sword Qi was completely depleted, and with his own swordsmanship alone, even if he could fight across levels, he would only be able to fight through the Earth Realm.
This level is not too bad among peers.
But in the entire Western Xinjiang, there are countless people who can defeat him.
Even if Han Muye survives today, he is still a mortal.
"Do you think the Jiuxuan Sword Sect deliberately let Han Muye lose his cultivation to make our Lingdao Sect feel at ease?" A Taoist looked around and said softly.
Jiuxuan Sword Sect has done this kind of thing many times.
From the Lingdao Sect's perspective, what the Jiuxuan Sword Sect does is just like the gecko with its tail cut off. It always thinks that it is smart and can escape suppression by mutilating itself.
In fact, over the years, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect has never truly risen.
"Let's wait for the great elder to make a decision." Someone in front said calmly.
Great Elder.
Wanhua Zhenren.
Wanhua Zhenren, who is currently in seclusion.
At this time, in the secret room in the back mountain of Lingdao Sect, Master Wanhua, who was filled with spiritual energy, slowly opened his eyes.
There was a green light flashing in his eyes.
"The swordsman banished the immortal Han Muye?"
"When my incarnation died in Qingmang Mountain, why do I always feel that it has something to do with this person?"
"It's a pity that all the incarnation messages cannot be felt with that sword method."
There were traces of spiritual energy intertwined with Taoist Wanhua, and he seemed to be running amok uncontrollably.
The death of the incarnation did great harm to him.
"Xijiang, Tianxuan World, even if our Lingdao Sect wants to leave Xijiang, we cannot leave empty-handed."
"Everyone who deserves to be taken away will be taken away, and anyone who deserves to be killed will not be kept."
Whispering softly, Taoist Wanhua raised his hand, and the green aura covered the space in front of him.
Not urgent.
When he leaves the customs, it will be time to sweep across Western Xinjiang and search for resources.
…
Western Xinjiang, on a cliff.
An old man in black robes looked far away.
Over there, smoke and dust are rising, covering half of the sky.
This place is too far away from the Black Spirit Valley, so you can only feel slight vibrations and rising smoke and dust clouds, but you can't feel anything else.
The old man had deep eyes and whispered softly.
"Oiwa?"
"Has this kid ever been so tough?"
"I'm also curious about what kind of junior can make Oyan surrender."
"At first, this boy was looked down upon by no one except the master..."
Looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, the old man turned back and looked at the mountains behind him.
On his body, a solemn sword light flashed, and then disappeared again.
"The master asked me to guard the Western Frontier. I will wait until the person who can truly take charge of the Western Frontier appears before I can go to the fairy world to find him."
"It's been six thousand years since I was banished to immortality by swordsmanship. I hope you won't disappoint me."
…
A blow in the Soul-Destroying Wasteland shattered the entire Black Spirit Valley.
Han Muye stood in the void, with no sadness or joy on his face.
A sword that has been warmed for a long time is consumed, and in exchange for a sword, it cuts thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
This is sword cultivation.
"It's such a pleasure..."
A sword pill floated back to Han Muye.
Taoist Dayan appeared, with a trace of redness on his face and weak legs.
"Ever since that time I killed the cultivators outside the world and chopped up mountains and rivers thousands of miles apart with one sword, I haven't felt so happy in eight thousand years."
Taoist Dayan looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression on his face.
"You have a chance."
Have the opportunity.
Is there a chance to become the next Yuan Tian Sword Master, or is there a chance to surpass Yuan Tian Sword Master?
Or, is there a chance to become the master of Dayan Taoist?
Han Muye chuckled and reached out to hold the sword pill.
The sword strike just now was a strike with all the strength of the sword, borrowing the general trend of heaven and earth.
This kind of swordsmanship is an unimaginable accumulation of experience for him.
Cultivation in the world, isn't it just a step-by-step exploration?
Watching the smoke and dust around him slowly subside, Han Muye moved and flew back.
Now that the Black Spirit Valley has been conquered, there is no need to stay any longer.
After this battle, he has no interest in fighting other practitioners anymore.
Return to Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
With a movement of his body, the sword light flashed across the void.
At this time, thousands of miles away, countless practitioners could no longer hold back and fled into the wilderness.
Everyone wants to see the outcome of this battle.
Did Han Muye, the swordsman who banished the immortal, win and pacify the Black Spirit Valley, or was the Black Spirit Valley intact and the swordsman banished the immortal and broke his sword here?
Above the sky, there is a stream of light.
In the Soul-Dead Wasteland, the dark yellow light is also sinking, revealing the blue sky.
Could it be that the swordsman really defeated the immortal?
"Sword light!"
Suddenly, someone shouted.
It's sword light!
Ahead, a bright sword light streaked across the sky, cutting through the flowing clouds.
Sword repair!
The sword cultivator here must be Han Muye, the banished swordsman!
It is the sword that banishes immortals and wins!
Black Spirit Valley is destroyed!
"It's Han Muye!"
"Oh my God, is there really such a strong swordsman in the world, who can destroy the Black Spirit Valley with one person?"
"We, the sword cultivators, should travel thousands of miles, slaying demons, and this is how we should do it!"
Countless people cheered.
At this moment, all the sword cultivators felt uncontrollable joy in their hearts.
This is a great victory for sword cultivators!
"The Way of the Sword banishes the Immortal!"
someone shouted.
Then countless people cheered.
"I never thought that this kid could level the Black Spirit Valley on his own." Standing in the void, the ancestor of the Mu family stroked his beard and said softly: "I remember that he and my Mu Wan seem to have a good relationship...
"
Beside him, Fairy Peony's eyes lit up, and she reached out and pinched the ancestor's waist: "You old man, why didn't you arrange this kind of thing earlier?"
Tang Yunhao and Zhao Yunlong stood together, looking at the sword light flying in the distance, with a look of wonder on their faces.
"This is the way of swordsmanship."
"This is what practitioners of swordsmanship should do in the world."
Zhao Yunlong turned to look at Tang Yunhao and whispered: "You are in darkness, but there is light in your heart. The master will give you a road to the sky."
Tang Yunhao nodded and gently clenched his fists.
One man and one sword can destroy a whole sect.
What the world does not dare to do, what the world does not dare to kill, what the world does not dare to think about, is just a sword!
This is sword cultivation.
He remembered what Han Muye said to him back then.
Sword cultivator, be careful with the sword in your heart.
Above the sky, Han Muye, who was transformed into sword light, showed neither sadness nor joy on his face.
He seemed to have turned into two people.
One person controls the sword light, and the other person is suspended in the sky for nine days, looking at the world below.
This is a manifestation of understanding the way of heaven.
With a force of ten thousand miles, he can kill evil spirits with one sword.
After this sword strike, his path approached perfection.
So, at this time, he is enlightening.
But the more this happened, the more he felt that there was something lacking in the world.
What's missing?
Han Muye's gaze fell below, on the wasteland that had been covered by loess and dust.
Wasteland, still the same wasteland.
Yes, it’s still that wasteland.
wrong!
Han Muye froze, and the sword light stopped where it was.
After destroying the Black Spirit Valley and turning the entire wasteland into pieces, why is it still the same wasteland?
The wasteland should be the same as any place in Western Xinjiang, with aura, vitality, and all living things growing there.
However, a wasteland is still a wasteland.
The evil spirits outside the world are devouring the way of heaven!
The real behind-the-scenes here is not the Black Spirit Valley, but the evil spirit hidden under a hundred thousand miles of wasteland!
Han Muye stood in mid-air, his eyes filled with endless killing intent.
Behind him, the sword light slowly emerged.
The cyan sword light revealed the light that transcended the heaven and earth.
The sword light was so strong that it turned into a blazing sun!
"He, what happened to him?"
Seeing Han Muye standing there, sword light surging from his body, everyone was stunned.
The Black Spirit Valley has been destroyed, why do we still need to use the sword?
Could it be that it was not enough for him to destroy Black Spirit Valley, and he also wanted to destroy other sects?
"No way. Could it be that he was rushed into the divine treasure by the sword intent and was obsessed with murderous intent?" Someone exclaimed and stepped back.
"It's possible that the sword's will is so strong that it captivates the mind and turns it into a sword demon. This kind of thing has happened before."
Some people say that if you are busy, you have to step back.
How terrible it is to be possessed by swordsmanship.
Such a sword demon only wants to kill with the sword, and his whole person is controlled by the sword, making him immortal.
"I remembered that in the Jiange inheritance, five hundred years ago, there were masters controlled by swords." Someone shouted.
"Yes, five hundred years ago, Yu Shanqing, the elder of the sword pavilion, practiced the sword art of the sword pavilion. Eventually, he controlled the sword and turned into a sword demon. He killed more than thirty sword watchers in the sword pavilion in one day."
"The swordsman banished the immortal to become a demon!"
Everyone shouted and backed away.
However, their body shapes seemed to be out of control.
The first ones to realize something was wrong were the ancestors of the Mu family and Fairy Shaoyao.
"This is suppression by the power of heaven!"
The ancestor of the Mu family looked solemn, lowered his head and looked down, with fear in his eyes: "In the Soul-Destroying Wasteland, the power of heaven and earth will also be cut off. The legend back then is actually true!"
His words caused an uproar among the practitioners around him.
Before anyone could scream, a terrifying force surged from below.
The ground rolled, and the skeleton of a four-legged beast ten thousand feet tall slowly stood up.
"Haha, there are still people in this world who can see through my hidden self."
"rare."
There was a voice coming from the giant beast's skeleton.
The sound vibrated, shaking the figures in the sky, making it difficult to control the sword light aura.
This is the suppression of the soul and the avenue.
The power of this giant beast's skeleton has far exceeded everyone's imagination.
The dust dispersed, revealing the original shape of the skeleton.
It has four legs and scattered scales on its body.
On the head, there is a penetrating sword mark, right between the eyes.
At this time, there were cyan flames in the eye sockets of the giant skeletal beast.
"Actually, you can leave."
The fangs in the mouth of the giant beast glowed with a green aura.
The flames in his eye sockets were thrown in the direction of Han Muye.
"I only want these human souls, and I never thought of keeping you."
Han Muye's figure was already in the void at this time, completely out of the control of this giant beast.
If you want to leave, just turn around and leave now.
The words came out of the giant beast's mouth, and green shadows appeared on its body and rushed around.
"Soul-Eating Demon!"
Some people looked at the green figure and shouted in panic.
The soul-eating demon devours souls and possesses humans.
These demons are not very powerful, but they specialize in attacking human souls.
For worldly practitioners who have not reached the late stage of divine enlightenment, it is difficult for the power of the soul to withstand the devouring of the soul-eating demon.
What's more, when the soul-eating demons rushed into the cultivator's sacred cave, it wasn't just one, but several or even dozens of them.
Even in the heavenly realm, the soul cannot stop hundreds of soul-eating monsters from biting and devouring it.
"This is the soul-eating demon shadow, the great demon that wreaked havoc in Western Xinjiang three thousand years ago!"
"No, it's an evil demon, an evil demon other than Tianxuan. It caused a catastrophe in Western Xinjiang back then and finally disappeared. It's here!"
Countless exclamations of fear were heard.
The bodies of practitioners all over the sky were frozen, unable to escape at all.
The Soul-Eating Demon's methods are said to be extremely terrifying.
They swallowed the soul, took control of the body, and then pretended to be practitioners to survive.
Outsiders have no idea that his soul has been devoured by the soul-eating demon.
"This is a demon." The Mu family ancestor's eyes shone brightly and he whispered: "Shaoyao, if you can't escape, I will explode the power of my soul and send you away."
Beside her, a trace of complexity flashed across Peony Fairy's face, but she neither nodded nor spoke.
Below, the soul-eating monsters are getting closer and closer.
"Actually, there are countless practitioners controlled by you in Xijiang, right?"
Han Muye whispered.
He remembered some strange things that he didn't understand at first.
In the beginning, there were always several swords in the sword pavilion, but their owners died under strange circumstances.
Not only in Jiange, there are also people like this in other sects.
Han Muye raised his hand and pulled out the black sword stuck in his hair.
His eyes fell on the huge skeleton.
"Han Muye, please think clearly, this is a demon that has been rampant for thousands of years." came the voice of Taoist Dayan.
Taoist Dayan appeared beside him and whispered: "Back then, he didn't even kill him with a single sword, leaving behind troubles later on."
This demon was one of the three outsiders who were killed by Sword Master Yuan Tian that year.
It's just that this demon used secret methods to survive quietly, and even took possession of the bones of another great demon.
"You want to leave, but it's still too late." Taoist Dayan took a deep breath and whispered: "Back then, he also encountered strong enemies and had to retreat temporarily."
The purpose of practicing swordsmanship is not to seek death.
If the sword is repaired, it will break easily if it is strong.
There is no shame in leaving today.
The demons left over from ancient times are no match for him, that's normal.
In fact, the countless cultivators today have little relationship with Han Muye. Even the ancestor of the Mu family is only an acquaintance, not a life-and-death relationship.
If we leave today, Han Muye's Taoist heart will not be much damaged.
Hearing Taoist Dayan's words, Han Muye chuckled.
Walk?
How can we leave without drawing the sword?
The black sword vibrated in his palm.
"Taoist Master Dayan, can you help me one more time?"
Help again?
Taoist Dayan looked at Han Muye, gritted his teeth and said, "I have accepted my fate. If I don't die this time, I will recognize you as my master from now on."
After saying that, his body turned into the breeze and landed on the black sword.
Han Muye laughed and stepped forward.
"Is this the sword you've always wanted to find?"
Han Muye shouted, the power of space was flowing on the black sword.
Upon hearing Han Muye's words, the flames in the eyes of the giant beast below solidified, and all the soul-eating demons that rushed out gathered around Han Muye.
"Give me."
"I want to leave this world."
The giant beast let out a wild roar and flew into the sky.
"Want this sword?" Han Muye narrowed his eyes and gently released his hand.
"Then it depends on whether you can block my sword."
He put one hand behind his back and pointed forward lightly with the other.
At this moment, in his mind, the images of Mo Yuan taking out his sword and the image of Sword Master Yuan Tian taking action overlapped together.
The ultimate principle of swordsmanship is to reach the same destination through different paths.
With a sword in my heart, I can move forward indomitably.
I have a sword in my hand, and I hope this world will be peaceful.
"boom--"
Three sword intentions rose.
This is the condensed sword intention in Han Muye's dantian.
Everything that was consumed before and now is all here.
"Three Sword Intentions!"
"Han Banxian has condensed three sword intentions. With such methods, no one of the younger generation can rival him!"
Looking at Han Muye's three magnificent sword lights, everyone's eyes were full of surprise and admiration.
Han Muye, who possesses three sword powers, left today and is still the number one young man in Western Xinjiang.
If you stay, can you not die?
"Han Banxian of the Jiuxuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion, for your sword today, if I, Mo Sanyue, can survive, I will definitely retaliate with death." Someone looked at Han Muye who was coming in the opposite direction and clenched his fists.
Before life and death, how many people can go backwards?
"Back then, on Yunchao Ridge, you were surrounded and killed by Heaven Realm and you drew your sword in reverse."
"Today, before the devil, you are still coming without fear."
"You are the real sword cultivator."
The person who spoke had a solemn expression.
He stared at Han Muye who was coming retrograde, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Comrades, today Han Muye, the banished immortal, made a retrograde sword. After one strike, how about we help him leave this place?"
“Isn’t what we as practitioners seek is to have a happy mind and clear thoughts?”
"I, Liu Shengyu, am willing to detonate my soul cultivation and help Han banished immortal to leave. Is there anyone who shares my wish?"
Self-destruction of divine soul cultivation and help Han banished immortal to leave!
"Okay." Not far away, Wanyue, dressed in white, opened her eyes lightly.
"Haha, I can give it a try." An old man with a fifth level of golden elixir said with a long smile.
"Husband, let me stay with you." Fairy Shaoyao stretched out her hand and held the arm of the ancestor of the Mu family, and then said softly: "We will help him leave."
The ancestor of the Mu family turned his head and looked in the direction where countless soul-eating monsters were attacking.
Over there, Han Muye walked forward with his hands behind his back, like an immortal coming to the world.
"Okay." He whispered softly.
The Peony Fairy chuckled.
It's like a garden full of flowers blooming in the drizzle of the spring moon.
Han Muye moved forward, and in front of him, a black sword shadow flashed.
Three rays of sword intent rushed into the black sword, bringing out a terrifying coldness.
"That's not enough, boy. These three sword intents will definitely not be able to stop these soul-eating demons."
"Even if I destroy my soul, I can't stop it."
Among the swords, Taoist Dayan's voice came anxiously.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the soul-devouring demons, looking past these illusory figures and landing on the tens of thousands of bones below.
Can't stop the Soul Eater?
Today, I came back in reverse just to stop the soul-eating demon?
How can it be!
The sword is unsheathed, and you will have no regrets in life or death!