Shinto practitioners rely on external forces to practice, and their own strength is somewhat weak.
But this is relative.
The cultivation level of Shinto practitioners improves very quickly, and with the blessing of incense and aspiration, they can continuously create powerful people in the world.
This is also the reason why Tianxuan's army never gained the upper hand in the battle with Wuyuan Realm.
Faced with the dilemma, Wu Hou could only take action again and again, looking for opportunities to kill the masters of the God King.
The Shinto practitioner in front of Han Muye was at around the eighth level of the Golden Core, and his body was already condensed with divinity.
The so-called divinity is roughly equivalent to the Nascent Soul condensed by other practitioners.
If this Shinto monk condenses his divinity into form, he can differentiate into a divine clone, which is the same as the Nascent Soul.
Seeing that Han Muye was indifferent and just sizing him up, the Shinto monk in golden armor flashed anger on his face, raised his hand and stabbed Han Muye in the chest with his war spear.
The war gun carries the sound of wind and thunder, which contains sharp power. Before the gun arrives, the sound of thunder has already sounded.
A divine soul power surged out from the void, trying to lock Han Muye's divine soul.
The fighting methods of Shinto practitioners were more varied than what Han Muye had seen from those weapons before.
At least the power transmitted by the war gun is closer to martial arts.
The suppression of the power of the soul is purely a Shinto method.
It seems that after many years of fighting, Shinto practitioners have also learned to use multi-faceted means to deal with the enemy.
The spear reaches the chest, and the power of the soul is as strong as an abyss. If it is an ordinary practitioner, in the face of such suppression, it can only remain motionless and drink hatred on the spot.
But Han Muye's spiritual power was extremely powerful, and his combat prowess was even more powerful.
A golden aura appeared in his eyes, and the aura exploded, enveloping the other party's soul.
"boom--"
The Gang Qi around the Shinto practitioner opposite him shattered, his face turned pale, and he couldn't hold the spear in his hand and fell down.
He looked at Han Muye in fear and wanted to speak, but he felt dizzy and couldn't speak for a while.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and held the war gun in his hand.
Sword energy poured into the battle gun, and he saw the picture he wanted.
On this star, the Wuyuan Realm deployed an army of two hundred thousand to fight with the same number of Tianxuan's army.
The Shinto practitioners on the opposite side are responsible for cleaning the outside of the battlefield.
Tianxuan World also has such masters who can eliminate scattered enemies at targeted locations.
The most brutal battle ahead is in an unnamed canyon. According to the idea of the Wushu Realm army, most of the Tianxuan Army generals will be killed there.
"Sword cultivators in the fairy world?" Han Muye saw a group of kendo practitioners wearing green robes and carrying long swords appear on the screen.
These practitioners came from the fairy world, formed a sword formation, rushed forward, and charged through the narrow valley, with no disadvantages.
The Red Flame Army formation in Tianxuan World cannot stop these people at all.
"Sword Pill." Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
He was surprised to see the sword pill he handed to Mu Wan.
More than a dozen sword pills form a line, which is the key to blocking the sword formation in the fairy world.
I just don’t know if Mu Wan handed over the sword pill on his own initiative, or if the leader of the Red Flame Army asked for it?
As the pictures in his mind circulated, Han Muye saw the Shinto practitioner named Sun Yun across from him practicing his method.
Similar to the Da Huang Ting in Huang Ting, it gathers the power of incense.
However, through deduction, Han Muye felt that there were loopholes in the method Sun Yun practiced.
Because his Shinto foundation was forged through the initiation of his elders, not through his own practice.
If one day the elder wants to take back his cultivation, it will be easy.
This kind of method is very similar to the devil's way.
In fact, there is only a thin line between the practice method of collecting faith and incense and whether it is a god or a demon.
Holding a spear in his hand, Han Muye's eyes burst out with a bright halo.
Opposite him, Sun Yun's body, which was originally trembling and struggling, was stiff. After a moment, he bowed and stood up.
Han Muye built the Dahuang Court, imitating the opponent's Shinto practice method, and directly suppressed Sun Yun's soul with his tyrannical soul power.
At this time, Sun Yun, who was wearing golden armor, had become Han Muye's guardian general.
"Just wait for me here."
Waving his hand and throwing the spear back, Han Muye spoke calmly.
This Dharma Protector General is still useful.
Sun Yun nodded, and his body moved and disappeared.
The power of Shinto still has merit.
For example, at this time, Sun Yun was in a space created by the power of Shinto, which could not be discovered by practitioners in the ordinary realm.
This method is extremely suitable for sneak attacks.
Han Muye turned his head and glanced not far away, then flew towards the nameless canyon where the battle was fierce.
Before reaching the valley, several divine lights have already greeted him.
Han Muye was no longer patient, with murderous intent in his eyes. The sword in his hand flashed, and a sword pill flew out, piercing three rays of divine light.
The direction of the sword pill did not change, and it fell directly to the edge of the battlefield below.
"boom--"
The sword pill fell to the ground and exploded, exploding into nothingness within a hundred feet radius.
Before several Shinto practitioners could react, the sword pill self-destructed and was destroyed.
A sword elixir costs one million, and if you can kill an Earth Realm Awakening God, you will make a profit. What you see at this time is that there are clearly two golden elixirs, and three Aiming God cultivation levels.
Wrapped in sword light.
Han Muye did not hesitate, stretched out his hand and popped out the five sword pills.
The sword pills formed a three-star sword formation in mid-air, and the other two directly crashed into the military formation below.
The flying Shinto monk was blocked by the sword formation, and the two sword pills that fell in the battle formation exploded, sending up thousands of feet of smoke and dust.
"boom--"
The originally tight military formation of the Wushu Realm had two big holes dug out.
Deafening cheers erupted from Tianxuan World, and the military formation pressed down.
"Woo——"
The army of the Wushu Realm began to retreat.
Han Muye flew down to the edge of the cliff and looked at Mu Wan, who was wearing a white shirt stained with dust and blood, walking slowly with a smile on his face.
"Senior brother."
Mu Wan came over, opened her blood-stained hands, and gently buried her head in Han Muye's chest.
Han Muye reached out and stroked Mu Wan's soft hair.
Although Han Muye came alone, he also brought many psychic continuation pills.
Seeing Mu Wan leading a group of alchemy practitioners to shuttle in front of the seriously injured generals, bandaging their wounds, using spiritual energy to heal their wounds, and using the power of elixirs to help them recover, Han Mu couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his ambition.
Mu Wan, who used to turn pale when she saw blood stains when she was in Western Xinjiang, is now able to face the broken arms and body calmly.
Seeing her skillful bandaging movements and her serious expression when treating the injured generals with elixirs and elixirs, she has really grown a lot.
"Mr. Makino." A Taoist wearing a green robe and a middle-aged man wearing a black armor came forward.
The Taoist's name is Lu Chengyang, he is the Royal Sword Pill, a strong man who resists the sword formation of the fairy world. The middle-aged man in black armor is the commander of the 30,000 troops here, and the Royal Divine Guards commander Zuo Hegu.
As Han Muye had thought, Mu Wan only kept two sword pills to protect herself, and then gave the other sword pills to
Lu Chengyang.
If Lu Chengyang hadn't used the sword pill to block the Fairy World Sword Formation, the canyon position would have been lost by now.
"Mr. Makino, Fairy Muwan is kind and generous. She not only tried her best to treat the injured, but also took out the most precious treasure for self-protection. Everyone respects her in our imperial guard position." Zuo Hegu bowed to Han Muye and spoke.
They knew about the relationship between Mu Wan and Han Muye.
That sword pill was given to Mu Wan by Han Muye for body protection.
At this time, Han Muye arrived. If he didn't explain clearly and offended a great monk like Muye, Zuo He couldn't afford it.
Lu Chengyang thought the same way.
Holding the sword pill, Lu Chengyang looked at Han Muye: "Mr. Muye, this sword pill is returned."
Han Muye glanced at the sword pill, waved his hand and said: "It's just a few sword pills. My junior sister is here, you just need to protect her."
Han Muye cannot stay here forever.
Zuo Hegu and Lu Chengyang showed joy on their faces and quickly bowed and retreated.
Han Muye stayed at the army station in the valley for a day, handed Mu Wan a protective treasure, handed her the Sword Pill and the Psychic Pulse Renewal Pill, and then left quietly.
As Muwan said, everyone has their own path of spiritual practice.
She can't always have her senior brother to protect her.
Han Muye found Zuo Hegu and Lu Chengyang and taught them some methods of forming sword and pill formations.
It is impossible to form the Zhoutian Grand Array, but you can form several good sword arrays using sword pills.
With this sword formation, Lu Chengyang and several strong men who have cultivated to the half-step heaven level can easily resist the sword formation in the fairy world.
Play against each other in formation.
After seeing the flying sword pills with his own eyes, which made the swordsman in the fairy world dizzy and had to retreat, Han Muye left with satisfaction.
After leaving this world, Han Muye investigated and found out that a great monk was quietly guarding this realm, so he hid his body and flew away with the subdued general Sun Yun.
Ten days later, a spiritual light vibrated in front of him.
After standing in the void for a moment, a general wearing red armor appeared, bowed to Han Muye, and then led him to fly down onto a meteorite with a radius of a hundred miles.
There, Qin Suyang, Baili Xinglin, Yan Zhenqing, and other top experts were all there.
Wearing gray and black robes, Marquis Wu stood in front with a serious face.
Seeing Han Muye arriving, everyone nodded slightly.
Marquis Wu's eyes fell on Sun Yun behind Han Muye.
"There are many control methods in Shinto practice. Be careful of backlash." Wu Hou said.
For a great monk like Wu Hou, it was obvious at a glance that Han Muye suppressed Sun Yun with the power of his soul.
Han Muye nodded and looked at everyone: "To set up the God Conferring Stage and activate the power of Shinto, the closer it is to the No Resentment Realm, the better."
"I subdued this person and found out some information."
The Wuyuan Realm is said to be a realm with several stars. At that time, the eighteen god kings each occupied one side.
Later, several god kings died, and the power of incense on some stars was chaotic.
According to Han Muye's plan, he was to find a star where the god king had fallen and the power of incense was chaotic, and then set up a god-conferring platform.
After Han Muye finished speaking, he looked at Wu Hou.
Others also turned their attention to Wu Hou.
Such matters require Wu Hou to make his own decision.
Sneaking into the stars around the No Resentment Realm, if you are not careful, you may be surrounded by an army.
Even if other strong men could leave, they would probably suffer heavy casualties.
"good."
After pondering for a moment, Wu Hou nodded.
Half a day later, the three flying boats flew out of the meteorite and headed into the endless void.
On the flying boat, Han Muye looked at the people in front of him with a hint of emotion on his face.
"Senior Brother Han." Zhao Youzhi, who had lost an arm, Li San, whose sword power was restrained, and Jiang Han and others, all stood on the flying boat with excited expressions.
On the other side, Lu Xiaoyun, who had a strange look on his face, bowed and saluted, and then called out "ancestor".
There was no way, Lu Yuzhou was the ancestor of her family, and as Lu Yuzhou's brother, Lu Xiaoyun naturally wanted to call the ancestor Han Muye.
The 18th powerful Xuanyang Guard Preparatory Commander could only look at Han Muye in front of him in depression.
The Xuanyang Guard team led by Lu Xiaoyun was extremely powerful and was assigned to protect Han Muye.
Although Han Muye was not the most critical person in this mission, he was also the main planner.
At this time, Lu Xiaoyun's cultivation level was already at the half-step heaven level. According to Xuanyang Guard's practice, her cultivation level was fully suppressed.
Li San has reached the heavenly level, and his swordsmanship is extremely strong. He no longer has the laziness he had in the Western Frontier, but instead has a refined evil spirit.
Zhao Youzhi's left-hand sword has been cultivated to the point where the sword can leave no trace.
Now Zhao Youzhi is one of Lu Xiaoyun's trump cards.
Han Muye took a test and found that Zhao Youzhixiu's swordsmanship was still very good, but it was mixed with weirdness and dignity, making it difficult to resist.
Sometimes, practice is like this, and it doesn’t always follow the path that outsiders think.
When he was in Western Xinjiang, Han Muye once suggested that Zhao Youzhi practice the reverse crescent moon sword technique.
But what Zhao Youzhi still pursues is uprightness.
From Han Muye's current point of view, there are many ways to practice, and whether it is the best direction or a smooth path, nor the path of practice chosen according to one's own mind, it is bound to be full of thorns.
It is right to practice and face things calmly.
Old friends reunited, and Han Muye accompanied them for a drink.
Everyone was filled with emotion when they talked about being in Xijiang, at Jiuxuan Sword Gate, and on Yunchao Ridge.
If you don't enter Zhongzhou, you won't know how big Tianxuan is.
If you don't enter the imperial city, you won't know the prosperity of the world.
Without Tianxuan, how can we know that the world is vast, boundless, with thousands of realms, and wonderful?
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"Senior Brother Han, is it possible to integrate various paths in swordsmanship practice?"
Jiang Han put down his wine glass and spoke in a low voice.
The Nine-Xuan Sword Sect was number one at that time. At this time, he was full of calmness. He carried two swords behind his back, with sword intent flashing on one handle, and a hint of magic on the other handle.
Fusion.
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
Unknowingly, these former classmates have all found their own path.
"Cultivation in the world is not so divided. Who said you must practice the sword of mind, and who said you must practice the sword of magic?"
The water vapor in the wine glass in Han Muye's hand filled the air and turned into three feet.
Three feet of water vapor instantly froze and turned into an icy sword.
As soon as the long sword came out, a hint of Ling Ren's sword intention emerged.
Use the law to condense the sword, and use the mind to control the sword.
But so simple.
"Buzz——"
The cold sword in Han Muye's hand shook and shattered into countless pieces.
These countless broken swords turned into butterflies, flying in the cabin, which was really beautiful.
Magic?
Swordsmanship?
Zhao Youzhi, Jiang Han and others showed confusion on their faces.
A flash of light flashed in Li San's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "Broken!"
A flash of sword intent shattered all the butterflies.
The shattered butterfly returned again, became a cloud, and then returned to Han Muye's wine glass.
"Just drink, how can you be a fool?" Li San glared at Han Muye and drained his glass.
Han Muye laughed, raised his hand and drank the wine in front of him.
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After a drinking session, Lu Xiaoyun led Li San and others away quietly.
They need to take the first step and arrange the stars there.
Accompanying them was Sun Yun, the divine general whom Han Muye had conquered.
After Li San and the others left, Han Muye practiced in seclusion until three days later, a military general came to invite him.
Wu Hou summoned each other.
When Han Muye arrived at the cabin where Wu Hou lived, he saw Wu Hou wearing a green robe sitting in front of a small case, holding an ink pen in his hand and sketching.
Under the pen, a cyan dragon shadow traveling through the clouds has taken shape.
Every scale on the dragon shadow's body was clearly visible.
Han Muye was a little stunned.
Wu Hou's practice method is actually similar to that of Tuo Bacheng, the leader of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang.
Tuo Bacheng condensed his own energy and blood into the pen and ink, which fell into the scroll.
Wu Hou was infused with the power of great supernatural powers, and his writings have soul.
"Have you seen this practice?"
Looking up at Han Muye, Wuhou said softly.
Han Muye nodded.
"Is it the Western Xinjiang?" Wu Hou chuckled and looked at Han Muye: "I have been to the Jiuxuan Mountain in the Western Xinjiang."
"You should know the origin of Jiange."
Jiange.
Inherited from beyond heaven and earth, from the realm of immortality.
It is a holy place for spiritual practice in the world.
"Back then, I went to the Xianyuan World and came back as a disciple of the Sword Pavilion."
There was a hint of nostalgia on Marquis Wu's face, and he sighed softly: "After all, I am not a swordsman."
"The Jiange can only stay in the Western Border and suppress the passage to the Immortal Source World."
Jiange was brought by Marquis Wu from the world of Immortal Source?
Han Muye looked at Wu Hou in front of him.
"After cultivating in the world, there will be reincarnation after cause and effect. Senior Brother Wen and I cannot escape the catastrophe of reincarnation, so we stay in this world."
"Senior Brother Wen has different ambitions. I will try my best to help him."
"The sword pavilion is inherited from three days in the world of Immortal Origin. It is even grander than the inheritance of ancestor Tianxuan."
Looking at Han Muye, Wu Hou lowered his voice and said softly: "I hope that one day Tianxuan will be in trouble and you will not stand by and watch."
Tianxuan is in trouble.
What is Wen Xiang's plan that will cause catastrophe for Tian Xuan?
Even the fairy world will not overthrow the powerful Tianxuan world, right?
Han Muye frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the sword light flashing in front of him and an endless stream of light coming towards him.
Tao domain.
I don’t know when, I have landed in Wuhou Dao Domain!
Taking a deep breath and looking at the endless sword light that was attacking and killing him, Han Muye shouted in a low voice, and the sword in the sea of qi condensed into a line and slashed down instantly.
Sword to sword!
Marquis Wu once cultivated the sword pavilion inheritance, and his own swordsmanship must be extremely strong.
But for Han Muye, there is no one who can make him bow down before the sword cultivator in the world!
"boom--"
The sword lights collided and turned into fragments of spiritual light.
The aura just appeared, and it has become a series of intertwined lightsabers.
Han Muye's eyes burst out with bright spiritual light, and the sword in front of him turned into a series of shocking beasts.
Midas touch.
One leaf.
A conflagration sets a prairie fire.
Quarter moon.
"Senior, I have a sword. I learned it from Mo Yuan, the number one person in the outer sect of Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"This swordsmanship is the result of two hundred years of observing swordsmanship and gathering thousands of swords."
"The name is Wan Jian Guizong."
Seeing all the sword lights in front of him turn into the white-robed Marquis Wu, Han Muye said softly: "Senior, please take my sword."
As soon as the words fell, thousands of swords rose!
Ten thousand swords return to the clan, one sword turns ten thousand swords into one!
"good!"
Wu Hou shouted loudly and slashed down with the light of the ten thousand-foot sword in his hand.