237, Gift from Heaven and Earth, Grandmaster Haoran (2/2 Five Thousand Chapter)
Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword intent surged in the sea of energy.
A sword light appeared.
Another sword intention, the sword light is colorful, shining in the void.
Another one.
Another one.
Another one.
At this moment, there is only sword light between heaven and earth!
The sky is filled with sword light.
The twenty-three sword spirits are divided into seven colors, and countless sword spirits are scattered like gentle wind and drizzle.
Two red and blue sword lights that looked like pillars of light caused the world to shake!
"madman……"
Daoist Dayan's voice came, with a hint of fear: "How much sword intent have you refined?"
"No, there are still two sword strikes. There are three sword strikes in total. How can you withstand your longevity and body..."
After hearing his words, Han Muye's eyes fell on those sword lights.
Some of these sword lights stayed in his Qi Sea for several months.
Some, when he was just practicing, he absorbed the sea of qi.
These sword intentions come from the senior swords on the second floor of the sword pavilion.
With these swords in Qi Hai, Han Muye felt at ease.
Even when his life span was about to expire, he did not dissipate these sword intentions.
His eyes fell on the fiery red sword.
This was the sword intention condensed by Patriarch Tao Ran, and he continued to warm it up and turn it into sword power.
Although this sword power resides in the Qi Sea, in fact, it is already tending to be refined.
Slowly nurturing it, maybe after a hundred years it will really become his own.
It was only at this time that he emptied his air.
"Han banished the immortal."
Looking at the sword light filling the sky, someone whispered in confusion.
What is kendo banishing an immortal?
There is really no wrong nickname...
More than twenty sword intentions and two sword movements are condensed into one body.
For such a sword cultivator, even if the heavenly realm comes, there is nothing he can do, right?
With such sword intent gathered together, even the Heaven Realm can fight!
"It's really, really strong!" The swordsmanship elites who had challenged Han Muye's Heart before felt trembling in their hearts.
"So you are already so strong." A young man in black robe whispered, lowering his head.
With so much sword intention at his side, and the condensed sword power that can rival Half-Step Heaven Realm, how many people in the entire Western Xinjiang can defeat Han Banxian, not to mention being invincible among his peers?
No wonder he dared to defy the Heaven Realm on Yunchao Ridge!
"Senior Zhao, can you help Han banished to immortality?" Tang Yunhao asked in a deep voice.
He knew the identity of Zhao Yunlong beside him.
He hoped that Zhao Yunlong's methods could help Han Muye.
Zhao Yunlong shook his head and whispered: "I can't help."
"Brother Dao has already taken action. If I go there, I will only add to the chaos."
"What's more, I am also suppressed by the demon and cannot move."
When he said this, there was a bright light in his eyes: "But if the master dares to come back, he will definitely be able to kill the devil with one sword."
Kill the devil with one sword?
Tang Yunhao lowered his head and looked at the tens of thousands of bones.
OK.
"He," the ancestor of the Mu family looked at the sword light in the sky, frowned and said in a low voice: "Does he really want to kill demons?"
Han Muye's revealed sword power can already be compared with the strongest sword cultivators in Western Xinjiang.
With such means, as long as you turn around, the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang will be at your fingertips a hundred years later.
If Han Muye doesn't leave today, is he really going to kill the demon?
"Even though the demonic flames are raging into the sky, I am not afraid in my heart. I understand." Not far away, a young man with a long sword on his back gritted his teeth and shouted.
Have no fear in my heart.
Han Muye looked at the endless soul-eating demons rushing towards him, feeling neither sadness nor joy in his heart.
He was hanging in another consciousness in the sky, and what he saw was not a soul-eating demon at all.
Those are just poor innocent souls who have been enslaved for countless years and have lost themselves!
It is not difficult to deal with such injustice.
In his divine treasure, the golden red dust curse shook, turned into golden light, and dissipated.
Reappearing, it had already appeared in front of him, turning into a golden barrier.
"boom--"
The body of a soul-eating monster hit the light curtain.
The gray-black Soul-Eating Demon passed through the light curtain, and then the black light dissipated, leaving only a faint shadow.
He wears a green robe, carries a sword on his back, and has a green face.
"Shao Dequan of Hemu Jianzong, thank you Taoist friend for your kindness in awakening your soul."
The young man bowed towards Han Muye and dispersed.
At this time, the body of the second soul-eating demon had passed through the light curtain and turned into a white wolf.
The white wolf whimpered at Han Muye and disappeared.
One after another, the soul-eating monsters crashed through the light curtain, landed in front of Han Muye, and then transformed into clear souls.
The aura of awe-inspiring energy is the most powerful in suppressing demons and exorcising evil spirits.
The lost soul of the soul-eating demon was cleansed by the awe-inspiring energy and became clear immediately.
"Master-uncle!"
Below, someone shouted loudly.
The Taoist priest in green robes and black beard looked at the old man bowing in front of Han Muye and his eyes widened.
The old man turned around, smiled at the Taoist, and then dispersed.
"It turns out that my uncle was controlled by the devil and turned into a soul-eating demon."
"No wonder we couldn't find any trace of him back then."
The Taoist clenched his fists with a look of relief on his face: "Master, we know the whereabouts of our uncle."
One after another, the soul-eating demons were resolved by Han Muye, and the tens of thousands of bones below roared and crashed towards Han Muye with the devilish energy soaring into the sky.
To it, the Soul Eater is just a tool of control.
Whether it's the Black Spirit Valley or the Soul-eating Demon, they can all be sacrificed.
What it wants is Han Muye's sword.
That sword has the power of space and is the key to opening the sealed passage of Tianxuan World!
Today, no one can stop it from getting the sword!
As long as you get the sword, open the passage to this world, and attract the endless demons of your clan to come, this world can be controlled.
Even the origin of heaven and earth can be swallowed!
This is the devil, the devil who feeds on the origin of the great avenue of heaven and earth!
The Ten Thousand Heavenly Demon rushed towards Han Muye, and all the practitioners below clenched their fists.
This demon is so powerful that it reaches the level of almighty power. The ancestor of the Mu family and Taoist companion Shaoyao Fairy are unable to do anything and are immobilized.
Who can stop such a great demon?
Han banishes immortal, can you stop it?
"Boy Han, when you see Yu Niang someday, tell her that Dayan has never done anything sorry to her."
The voice of Daoist Daoyan came from the black sword in front of Han Muye.
Then, the long sword vibrated, and all the scattered sword intent and momentum turned into a vortex and poured into the sword.
The long sword suddenly turned into ten thousand feet, the sword edge was cold and shining.
"Boy Han, after this strike, you turn around and leave."
"The power of the demon lies mostly in its soul. With this sword, it can cut its body into pieces, but it cannot hurt its soul."
Taoist Dayan shouted loudly, then pointed the sword forward, the sword body vibrated, and prepared to stab forward.
Han Muye shook his head.
He raised his hand and linked his fingers into sword points.
"Buzz——"
The sword vibrated.
"Boy, what are you doing!"
"You can't control this sword intent, I'll do it!"
In the midst of the long sword, Taoist Dayan shouted in panic.
There are dozens of sword intentions and the power of two sword forces. Not to mention Han Muye's cultivation level, even a heaven-level person cannot move them.
Taoist Dayan is ready to exhaust his soul, but he doesn't dare to say how long he can activate such a powerful sword.
In his opinion, if Han Muye's soul and spiritual energy were to activate the sword, his soul would be shattered and his spiritual energy would be exhausted within a thousandth of a breath.
Ignoring Taoist Dayan, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Above his head, a green sword light appeared.
Soul Sword!
Han Muye also has a divine soul sword!
Below, the practitioners all stared with wide eyes.
They couldn't imagine that Han Muye had so many hidden methods.
Sword intent.
Sword power.
Soul Sword.
There is also the light curtain that can block the soul-eating demon.
Each of these are used as a means to run rampant in Western Xinjiang.
But today, Han Muye gave it all, just to fight the devil.
"does it worth?"
Someone whispered.
"Are you worth it?"
Countless people looked at Han Muye with complicated expressions as the soul sword energy above his head merged with the long sword in front of him.
The sword of the soul is condensed into a piece of armor.
Even those with extremely strong swordsmanship talent do not need to condense it for a long time, but it can be lost, and it is still extremely difficult to condense it again.
This is a sword that can defeat the heavenly realm within a hundred breaths...
"What Han banished as an immortal wants is beyond what mediocre and wasted people like us can understand." An old man carrying a long sword smiled bitterly and lowered his head.
He had already reached the golden elixir in cultivation, and he had judged Han Muye before in the wilderness, saying that he was tough but easy to break.
"Perhaps this is a true swordsman who has the right path in his heart and will never turn back despite any setbacks?"
Someone held a long sword in his hand and spoke in a deep voice.
have no idea.
don't know.
Got it, that’s the great monk.
Everyone was looking at the sky, watching the sword in front of Han Muye colliding with the demon.
"I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong."
Han Muye whispered softly, and his words were not only heard by him and Taoist Dayan, but also by everyone around him.
"This sword was not made by a powerful person with amazing talents like Senior Sword Master Yuan Tian."
"This sword is practiced by all the people in the world who aspire to swordsmanship but have mediocre qualifications and talents."
"This sword has nothing to do with cultivation."
Han Muye pointed his finger forward.
The arm points forward, as if raising a sword to stab.
At this moment, the sword light was dazzling, shining through the heaven and earth, and everyone closed their eyes.
No one saw it, but four sword lights followed the sword light and disappeared in a flash.
The black long sword pierced the forehead of the monster's skeleton.
The sword edge passed through the forehead, penetrated through the previous scar, pressed the giant beast down, fell from the sky, and hit the ground.
"boom--"
A vibrating roar that was a hundred times more explosive than the previous sword strike sounded.
In the sky, all the fixed figures vomited blood and flew away.
The entire void exploded instantly.
The endless strong wind blew away countless years of silence in the Soul-Desolating Wasteland.
It was as if the world had woken up.
"boom--"
The bones of the giant beast shattered into pieces and turned into long jade-colored bones, scattered across thousands of miles of space.
This long bone is the jade bone that even the great monks in the heaven realm need to slowly refine.
Demonic bones.
As the demon bones were scattered, rain began to fall on the entire wasteland.
A breath of life arises spontaneously.
Han Muye stood in the air with a smile on his face, letting the raindrops fall on his body, and his figure slowly fell down.
carefree.
A sword strike today will bring you joy.
Sword energy, sword intention, sword power, and the sword of soul are exhausted.
With one strike today, if the devil is not dead, Han Muye will definitely die.
Fortunately, the devil is dead.
After his feet landed on the soft soil, Han Muye leaned over and picked up a five-foot-long piece of jade bone. He used it as a walking stick and walked slowly forward.
All his strength was exhausted, and he was now a mortal.
A mortal who finds it difficult to even walk.
Countless practitioners flew down beside him and watched him move forward slowly.
Han Muye smiled, waved his hands and said, "The demon bones all over the ground are an opportunity, don't waste it."
The ground is covered with demon bones.
Everyone looked at Han Muye and felt an uncontrollable emotion surge in their hearts.
If Han Muye hadn't used all his swords, I'm afraid this place would not be filled with demon bones, but with soul-eating demons!
All the practitioners here will be controlled by the demon and turn into soul-eating demons.
Today, it is Han Banxian who saves everyone.
But he became a mortal.
"Han Banxian, I will take you back to Jiuxuan Mountain." Wanyue took a step forward and spoke in a low voice.
As her voice fell, another voice sounded: "I will also send Senior Brother Han back to Jiuxuan Mountain."
"Han banished immortal, I will go with you to Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
Han Muye chuckled, kept walking, and said lightly: "I accept your kindness. I, Han Muye, have not yet reached the point where I need you to send me back to the mountain."
"Practice well, and when the nine sects are rearranged, Han will compete with you again."
The day when the nine factions are reorganized!
The nine sects of Western Xinjiang will be reorganized not far away. At this time, Han Muye has lost all his cultivation. By then, I am afraid that even a low-level disciple will not be able to stop him.
But who dares to disrespect his pride at this time?
If it were not for the loss of one's cultivation, who could take the sword of Han's banishment to immortality?
If it weren't for going retrograde to kill the demon and having more than twenty sword intentions in his body, who could use the sword in front of Han Banxian?
If it weren't for the soul-consuming sword, who in the heaven would be qualified to stand in front of Han's banished immortal?
This is the sword cultivator!
Disrespecting life and death, despising honor and disgrace, just for the sake of a sword in the heart.
With this sword strike, you will die without regrets!
"Han Banxian, on the day when the nine sects are reorganized, whenever I encounter you Han Banished Immortal, I, Duan Yihong, will never draw my sword." A young man in white robes stepped forward, bowed and shouted.
Duan Yihong!
Infernal Affairs Sect Duan Yihong!
The one who is regarded as a genius who can compete with Han Banxian.
"Han is banished to immortal. On the day when the nine sects are reorganized, I, Sun Ji, will never draw a sword against you."
"On the day when Han is banished to immortality and the nine sects are reorganized, I, Luo Taoyang, will give you a victory."
"Han banished to immortal, on the day when the nine sects are reorganized, I will lose to you first."
…
Voices sounded one after another.
These elite disciples who are qualified to participate in the rearrangement of the nine sects will never break their promises.
Han Muye has not fought a single battle, but has already set hundreds of wins for the day when the nine factions are reorganized.
Hearing the call from behind, Han Muye smiled and took out a small gourd, bit open the stopper and took a sip of wine.
The wine is sweet and clear. It enters the mouth, penetrates the intestines and stomach, and is spicy.
"Senior Brother Han."
Tang Yunhao's voice sounded.
He stepped forward quickly, bowed and said, "Senior Brother, Senior Zhao and I will escort you back to Jiuxuan Mountain."
How is it possible for a mortal to travel tens of thousands of miles to Jiuxuan Mountain?
What's more, how many people are blocking the way?
After hearing Tang Yunhao's words, Han Muye turned to look at him, waved his hand, and several demon bones flew out.
"It's for you."
Tang Yunhao reached out to catch it and was shocked all over.
This is the real jade bone of the great demon.
The power of the demon bones scattered across thousands of miles has been almost exhausted, and only a few are of sufficient quality.
I'm afraid none can be found that can compare with these few jade bones.
"Zhao Yunlong, help Tang Yunhao form a force in the old Lieyang Palace and occupy the passage."
"I will arrange for someone to take over with you. From now on, your Zhehuatang will be engaged in the serious business of swords and elixirs."
Han Muye turned his head, looked at Tang Yunhao, and said calmly: "Do you understand?"
Tang Yunhao looked up and was stunned when he saw Han Muye's eyes.
Deep, wise, and filled with endless vastness.
One look made him completely lose his mind.
When he woke up, Han Muye was nowhere to be seen.
"Senior Brother Han—" Tang Yunhao held the jade bone in his hand and spoke in a low voice.
"The master has left." Zhao Yunlong looked at him: "You just need to understand that a real strong man does not rely on accumulated cultivation."
"Even if they have no cultivation, a look can make a person die."
"The sound of ink writing on the most sacred Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou can be heard thousands of miles away. A single stroke of ink can cause heaven and earth to overturn."
"This is the real great monk."
Looking up, Zhao Yunlong's eyes flashed with light: "The Western Xinjiang practice world has been in decline for too long. Perhaps it will be revived in the hands of the master."
After saying that, he waved his hand and said: "Let's go, I will take you to the old place of Lieyang Palace."
——————
At this time, Han Muye did not continue walking.
He was sitting on a flying boat.
The one who controls the Feitian Boat is Zhao Pu, the chief disciple of Sanshizhai of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
On both sides of this flying boat, there were two ten-foot flying boats accompanying it.
There is a big sword light mark on the flying boat.
Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
"Senior Brother Han, you should cultivate yourself well, and I will take care of everything." Zhao Pu's voice came from outside the cabin.
Han Muye laughed, raised his hand, and a formation plate fell in front of him.
The spiritual light flashed, the formation disk emitted golden light, and the formation was set up to isolate it from detection.
"Hasn't this kid already exhausted his cultivation? How can he still activate the formation?" Zhang Zhihe, the ancestor of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect's water veins, who was sitting cross-legged on an accompanying flying boat, shook his head and pointed out the divine
Want to take it back.
Han Muye, he had never seen through it.
The formation plate blocked the detection of spiritual thoughts, and only then did the stars flash in Han Muye's eyes.
Taoist Dayan's figure appeared beside him, and then collapsed to the ground.
"You, hurry up, I can't hold it anymore..." Taoist Dayan's face turned red and he spoke tremblingly.
Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled and raised his hand.
Four sword pills flew out from Taoist Dayan's body.
The small black sword was inserted back into the hair automatically.
He stretched out his hand to hold the four sword pills, and a faint sword light surged from Han Muye's body.
Then, like a torrent of power, it reversed and turned back!
The sword pill contains all the power of a heavenly demon, as well as the gifts of countless pure souls. The power is too strong, too much, and Taoist Dayan cannot even carry it.
Xiu Jian Wan is so domineering.
"My dear, I think you'll die this time."
"Actually, you are the one who makes the most money..."
Looking at Han Muye, who was surrounded by sword light and golden light emerging from his body, Taoist Dayan had a complex expression.
He stretched out his hand, held a piece of demon bone, and slowly refined the power revealed in it.
Sword spirits can also practice.
"Buzz——"
The sword roared on Han Muye's body.
A fiery red light and shadow emerged.
Fire Veins Sword Intent.
The exhausted sword power returns again.
Every sword intention is condensed into a sword thread.
But this sword silk is the state that sword cultivators in the world most desire.
The sword is condensed into silk, and every fiber is revealed.
Such sword light can break stars!
The demon actually has no entity, and the gathered skeletons are all suppressed by the power of the demon's soul. Han Muye's sword seemed to have consumed everything, but in fact, it was only used once with full force and then withdrawn.
Twenty-three sword threads, two sword movements, not a few, returned to the sea of qi, a hundred times more condensed than before.
"boom--"
An illusory beast with fangs and claws appeared in Han Muye's divine treasure, and then opened its huge mouth to tear Han Muye's divine treasure into pieces.
This is the power of the soul that the demon has cultivated for countless years.
From the four sword pills, the soul power of this powerful demon was extracted.
This is a treasure, a treasure coveted by all heavenly cultivators!
The next moment, countless golden lights in Han Muye's divine treasure turned into chains, locking the illusory beast shadow.
Awesome.
Han Muye used his awe-inspiring energy to awaken all the soul-eating monsters controlled by the demons in the Soul-Destroying Wasteland, and then refined countless grievances and fed back the awe-inspiring energy to him, directly becoming a half-step master of Confucianism and Taoism.
Zhongzhou's Confucianism and Taoism practice began from a boy who was illiterate, and went through scholar, promotion, Jinshi, Confucian and Taoist masters, Confucian and Taoist masters, Confucian and Taoist great masters, until he became a Confucian and Taoist semi-sage, and even reached the top, becoming Ru Wen Mo Sheng Ordinary holiness.
At this time, the awe-inspiring Qi cultivation in Han Muye's Divine Treasure had reached the peak of becoming a scholar, becoming a scholar, reaching the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism, and becoming a half-step master.
The governor of Shuxi County in Zhongzhou, Su Zizhan, who asked for thousands of miles of sweet rain with a piece of paper, was only half a step into the realm of a master in Confucianism and Taoism.
In the entire Zhongzhou, there are very few people who have reached the halfway level of masters in Confucianism and Taoism and are qualified to rule a county.
Rolling like a tide, the endless aura of vastness poured into the divine treasure, drowning the beast's shadow, and then reunited into the divine soul sword energy.
With such vigorous power of the soul, I wonder how many swords of the soul can be condensed.
The Soul Sword reunited, the Qi Sea Sword Intention returned, and the awe-inspiring Qi ascended to the Half-Step Grandmaster. At this moment, Han Muye seemed to reach the sky in one step.
But, that's not all!
A ball of light yellow light rose from the jade bones lying in front of Han Muye, and then enveloped Han Muye's entire body.
"The gift of heaven and earth, the power of the earth and the full level of affinity."
Taoist Dayan looked at this yellow light screen with envy in his eyes: "Are you really going to force me to recognize my master?"
