From the outside, you can see the bloody pavilion, but when you enter, it is plain and simple.
Tables and chairs, murals, potted plants, screens.
Aoki stairs extend to the second floor.
Han Muye moved forward with his sword in hand, and the killers gathered in the hall in front stood up one by one.
The figures that bumped in from the surrounding windows had murderous intent in their eyes.
"Buzz——"
Several bloody auras struck from a distance.
"Squeak——"
The harsh sound of a long bow being drawn to its full length sounded, and a long arrow was pointed at Han Muye's head.
The dark sword energy came quietly, without any sound.
Magic, long range attack, dark sword.
As expected of a life-threatening building who is good at assassination, he attacks instantly and moves forward and retreat calmly.
Han Muye's eyes remained motionless, but he just raised his hand.
Stab forward with the long sword to break the blood-colored prison spell.
The blade of the sword stirred and broke the long arrow that shot through the air.
Returning to the sword, three slender swords were broken.
He raised his hand and made a move, and the broken sword edge fell into his palm.
"Liu Jian, thirty-two years old, entered the fatal building at the age of seven, killed seventy-eight people, injured twenty-six innocent lives, deserves to die."
The long sword, with its clear sword energy, sliced through the neck of a middle-aged man dressed in black.
"Zhu Dingsi, forty-six years old, eighth level of meridians, entered the Death Building at the age of eight, killed one hundred and sixty-three people, injured two innocent people, and rescued seven colleagues from the Death Building. The flaw in your swordsmanship is that you are slow to draw the sword.
Three points, remember not to hesitate in the future."
He raised his sword and swiped it, and the sword light threw a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi out of the window.
"Hook, kill the evil one and die."
The sword light passed across and pierced the chest of the ferocious old man opposite.
Those who do not hurt the innocent will not die, and those who kill the most evil will not be spared.
The sword light passed by, and the killer in the deadly building changed his color.
Some people had hesitation on their faces, some gritted their teeth, fear was revealed in their eyes, and some were at a loss.
"when--"
One of the swords was broken, and the young man holding the half-broken sword was kneeling on the ground.
Han Muye's sword edge pressed against his neck, and the cold sword intent made his scalp numb.
"Bai Yulang, do you still remember the small fishing village on Gulang Island?"
Han Muye's voice was indifferent, but Bai Yulang's originally frightened face revealed confusion.
"Gulang Island..."
"Kill, they are all killing."
"They killed my father, my mother, and my sister. Only Ergou and I were left. They brought us here to seize the life building..."
"I, I can't die, I want to live and watch the destruction of the Death Building!"
"Kill, kill, live..."
Han Muye's sword has left Bai Yulang's neck. Bai Yulang, who is kneeling on the ground, is still waving the sword in his hand and gritting his teeth, as if the person standing in front of him is the owner of the deadly building.
What is more terrifying in this world than the present moment of life and death?
have.
People's hearts are unpredictable.
The killers who were originally determined to die began to waver in their hearts.
does it worth?
My own life and death, for what?
Is he the one who committed the most serious crimes, or is he the one who still has a chance to survive?
Will I, those memories that I can no longer remember, be like Bai Yulang?
Faith collapses in just a moment.
"Buzz——"
The sword in Han Muye's hand vibrated, causing a scream, and he flew straight up to the second floor.
The killer on the first floor no longer has the will to fight.
"Hmph, catch up and kill -" An old man in gray robe didn't finish his words, he only felt a chill all over his body.
Turning around, he saw a series of eyes with murderous intent.
"You, you, want to betray..."
"Stab-"
Bai Yulang's broken sword stabbed him in the chest.
Who says a broken sword can't kill someone?
It is easier to kill a killer whose strength is secretly suppressed by countless people than to kill a chicken.
Bai Yulang, who was covered in blood, laughed loudly, holding a broken sword, and strode up to the second floor of the fatal building.
Others hesitated and slowly gathered on the second floor.
"boom--"
Above the second floor, a roaring and cracking sound came.
Han Muye gave a long laugh and pointed the sword forward.
In front, dozens of old men with calm auras were sitting or standing, holding swords in their hands or holding talismans on their fingertips.
Everyone is a master.
It's not that their cultivation is so profound that it reaches the level of heaven and earth, but that each of them has been killed between life and death, and their aura is calm.
Such a person cannot be able to arouse his mind and destroy his faith with just a few words.
They only believe in themselves.
Han Muye thrust his sword out just now, but several masters joined forces to stop him.
"I have a sword called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan." He slowly raised the sword, and Han Muye's aura converged.
"This swordsmanship is not for endless cultivation, but for the sake of practicing swordsmanship in the world and opening up a great road to heaven."
The sword light condenses and gathers ten thousand rays of brilliance.
At this moment, Han Mu's ambition gave rise to countless emotions.
No wonder Wen Mo Sheng sits in Tianxuan and never leaves him for thousands of years.
No wonder Master Mo Yuan was able to create the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong.
He traveled through many realms and set foot in all worlds, whether it was the Suwei world or the wilderness, including this Broken Star Island.
There is no world where people can truly practice freely.
Only Tianxuan is a place where people can be free and focus on studying martial arts and swordsmanship.
Therefore, Wen Xiang is integrated with Dao to protect Tianxuan.
Therefore, Wuhou’s real body sealed the town and would never leave it for thousands of years.
Therefore, Tianxuan Dao Ancestor fights for great catastrophes with Dao, and rises through the Tianxuan era!
At this moment, when Han Muye thrust out this Ten Thousand Swords Return Sect style again, he had a complete realization in his heart.
In the Tianxuan world, the battle between the great avenues is a long-destined plan!
Just like a scholar carrying a sword and roaming across the Central Plains, just like ten thousand swords returning to the sect and spreading their name to the East China Sea, just like the Shinto God List destroying the countless foundations of the No Resentment Realm.
If Tianxuan achieves great success, it will surely become another paradise for cultivators in the world just like the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!
"After ten thousand swords return to the clan, one sword will turn into ten thousand swords." Han Muye whispered in his mouth, the sword flashed with a bright light, and with one strike of the sword, ten thousand swords turned into a torrent!
What a sword this is!
When Bai Yulang and the killers on the first floor poked their heads out from the stairs, what they saw was the sword light turning into a long dragon, roaring across the second floor, sweeping everything.
Nothing can stop this long dragon of sword light.
If you block one sword, you cannot block the second, third, and countless swords.
"boom--"
The long dragon with sword light burst open the second floor window of the fatal building and rushed out of the fatal building.
The long dragon roared and the sword light shone.
"Sword Pavilion Ten Thousand Swords?" Xu Chuanhe's expression changed.
The old man beside him has already taken a step forward: "Wanjian is the guide, what is this method if it is not the inheritance of my sword pavilion?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the sword turned into a dragon and roared out, the great monks who were investigating with their spiritual thoughts already understood.
"Liukui Pavilion, Jiange Pavilion inheritance."
"I see."
"It is said that the great monk of Liukui Pavilion has fallen and is in a gloomy state. Is this going to be a strong retrograde?"
"Such a sword, haha, only the Three Palaces and Seven Pavilions can do it."
"Zhai Linyang, even the people from Liukui Pavilion dare to plot against me?" The white-haired old man flew down outside the fatal building and shouted loudly.
The sword intent surged from his body, seeming to match the whirling dragon.
The long dragon with sword light shook, penetrated into the fatal building and then rushed straight up, knocking through the third, fourth and fifth floors!
By the sixth floor, the sword light dragon had dimmed, but the halo on it was extremely agile.
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light, and he followed the sword. He landed on the fifth floor and shouted in a low voice: "Ten thousand swords, unite!"
Ten thousand swords return to the clan, and one sword transforms ten thousand swords.
When Wan Jian attains enlightenment, it will be the state of unity.
The third level of Wanjian Guizong.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, all the swords and weapons inside and outside the Death Building shook for a hundred miles.
Xu Chuanhe let out a long laugh, threw a long green sword in his hand, and crashed into the fifth floor of the fatal building.
Magic sword!
The sword and the sword light are combined, the power of Xuanyang is intertwined, the spiritual light flashes, and a sword soars into the sky!
The dazzling sword light directly smashed through the sixth floor of the fatal building, passed through the top floor, smashed through the thick glazed tiles, and rushed into the sky.
Break down the deadly building with one sword!
The green sword flew back to Xu Chuanhe's hand, and Han Muye, who was standing on the eaves of the fatal building, bowed his hand.
The old man beside Xu Chuanhe laughed and said, "What a swordsman."
On the top floor of the fatal building, three blue-grey shadows appeared.
The white-haired old man stared and said coldly: "Zhai Linyang, are you looking for death?"
The three phantoms pondered for a moment, then dissipated and left.
The fifteenth floor of the Three Palaces and Seven Pavilions is not only about the name, but also the gap in strength.
The Life-Destroying Tower can make ordinary practitioners frightened, but it is not enough in front of the Liukui Pavilion.
After shouting back, the old man took a look at Han Muye, nodded, and his figure turned into sword light and dissipated.
Xu Chuanhe glanced at the assassins scattered below, then looked at Han Muye and said, "Let's go."
Han Muye destroyed the Life-Destroying Tower with one sword, and the people's hearts gathered in the Life-Destroying Tower were also broken.
Without cohesion, these killers are like scattered sand and have no power anymore.
Maybe the fifteenth floor will become the fourteenth floor, or maybe, after a while, a new fifteenth floor will appear.
Things on Broken Star Island are arranged by the forces of the Endless Sea.
Han Muye nodded, and with a movement of his body, he turned into sword light and flew away.
Attracting Jiange's attention, his goal has been achieved.
Xu Chuanhe followed him with a smile, crossed three sea areas, and flew away.
…
When Han Muye returned to the sword shop, it was already the zenith of the moon.
Jia Wu, Zeng Daniu, and Shao Tianyi were all waiting at the door.
Seeing that Han Muye had returned safely, Shao Tian stepped forward and knelt down.
He completely didn't expect that because of him, Han Muye would directly choose the Death Building.
When he returned from Anping Town and heard the news from everywhere, Shao Tian was stunned.
Zeng Daniu didn't know what the Life-Suing Building represented, but he, Shao Tianyi, came from the Life-Suing Building.
That is a place where even the great cultivators of the Heaven Realm have to leave their lives behind!
Is this miserable life worth it?
"Okay, from now on I'll just work as a clerk in the shop."
Han Muye waved his hand and looked at Jia Wu: "Thank you Uncle Jia Wu for taking care of the shop for me."
Hearing his words, Jia Wu shook his head: "The world of you big monks is really not something that a small practitioner like me can get involved in."
"After some time, I'm going to close the shop and go out for a walk."
After hearing his words, Han Muye pondered for a moment and nodded.
Jia Wu's choice is in line with the choice of a businessman who has been immersed in businessmanship for many years.
It is not a good thing for young monks like Jia Wu to have too many interactions with big monks like Han Muye who are willing to destroy other people's buildings.
"If Uncle Jia really wants to leave, you can leave the shop to me to open for you. When you come back, I can return the shop to you."
Jia Wu smiled and nodded.
Jia Wu didn't just leave now. He said a few words at the door and then went back to his shop.
Han Muye and Shao Tianyi got up, and led the somewhat confused Zeng Daniu back to his shop.
Han Muye went straight to the second floor, laid down a light array, and then a spiritual light came out of his eyes.
Traveling with Xu Chuanhe, he knew a lot of information about the inheritance of Jiange.
He also did not hide his identity as a disciple of the Jiange Trial and revealed Xuanyang Kung Fu.
The sword pavilion inheritance of Broken Star Island is a great monk who controls the six-story sword pavilion.
It's just that when this great monk died, no one in Jiange could inherit it, which caused the strength of Liukui Pavilion here to drop greatly.
If it weren't for the support of several great sword cultivators in Liukui Pavilion, they might have been suppressed by other forces.
The previous struggles between the big forces on Broken Star Island were much crueler than the battles between low-level practitioners.
The Endless Heavenly Lord seems to be happy to provoke this kind of battle between big forces.
"In three months, Liu Kui Pavilion will organize a group of junior disciples to go to Liu Chongjian Pavilion."
"If you can control this sword pavilion, you will be the master of Liukui Pavilion."
Xu Chuanhe looked at Han Muye solemnly and said softly: "But you have to know that the Dao domain has been condensed in the six-fold sword pavilion. You will live and die in it, and outsiders can't help you."
Tao domain.
For three days in the world of Immortal Source, the great sword cultivator with the six-fold sword pavilion naturally condensed into a Tao realm.
Even if the Great Sword Cultivator falls, his Dao Domain can still survive.
But if no one inherits the sword pavilion, the realm will collapse over time.
Han Muye raised his hand, revealing the jade-colored sword in his palm.
This sword is the key to entering the six-fold sword pavilion.
Zhao Yujing had already obtained it at the beginning, but unfortunately he died outside Broken Star Island before he could enter it.
Now, with Xu Chuanhe's invitation, Han Muye can enter the Sixth Sword Pavilion openly.
His purpose of coming to Broken Star Island has been achieved.
He put away his small sword with a smile, a spiritual light flashed in front of him, and a sword appeared.
These are all obtained from Sui Ming Lou.
These swords are filled with evil spirits.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He stretched out his hand to hold a long sword, and the sword energy was poured into it. Han Muye saw the sword taking away lives one after another.
The sword has a strong evil spirit, and if a sword cultivator wears it with him, it will definitely damage his mind.
Unless all these evil spirits are eliminated.
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the awe-inspiring energy in Han Muye's divine possession slowly condensed in his palms.
The righteous and peaceful Qi of Haoran can best suppress evil spirits and evil spirits.
Looking at the sword in his hands, the awe-inspiring energy in Han Muye's palm paused.
Why do we need to eliminate evil spirits?
Just to get an ordinary spiritual weapon, a semi-spiritual sword?
Do you lack such a sword?
Compared with such a long sword, the evil spirit in the sword is more precious.
Thinking of this, he chuckled, put away the long sword, then with a flash of spiritual light all over his body, he began to meditate and practice.
Countless spiritual beads shattered around him and turned into billowing spiritual energy, wrapping his body.
This retreat took him nearly ten days.
By the way, if you pay attention to the clone of the mythical beast, you are not far from Chenyuexing.
After he left the customs, he went directly to see Xu Chuanhe.
"Refining the heart with a sword?" Hearing Han Muye's suggestion, Xu Chuan's face showed confusion on the river.
Han Muye directly took out a long sword filled with evil energy.
Xu Chuanhe took the sword, felt it for a moment, and frowned: "You mean to use the evil spirit in it to refine the power of the sword to cultivate the soul?"
"This method is not advisable."
"Many low-level cultivators have weak mental powers. They will be injured in front of this sword and will be unable to recover."
Speaking of this, he smiled and said: "Your idea is good, but the steps are too big, yes, haha..."
His laughter just started, and Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden light pressed on the scabbard.
The awe-inspiring energy turned into a mysterious pattern and wrapped around the sword body.
It is difficult to suppress evil spirits if they are suppressed by mighty force.
The awe-inspiring atmosphere is peaceful and can make people calm.
When the halo entered his eyes, Xu Chuanhe saw a picture.
kill.
The sword light swayed and the blood splattered.
Even if he is a major swordsman, there is a trace of dignity on the surface of the Xuchuan River.
The master of this sword once stabbed thirty-five practitioners with this sword, and his fellow killers killed thirteen of his swordsmen.
The evil spirit in this sword comes from this.
The picture disappeared and Xu Chuanhe slowly closed his eyes.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and stared at Han Muye.
"Do you want others to experience the scenes in this sword and understand the difficulty of cultivation?"
"Aren't you afraid of giving birth to a demon with murderous intent?"
Some people can understand the difficulty of life and death and have compassion in their hearts. Some people can clearly understand the difficulty of practice and have more respect for practice in their hearts. Some people have less fear of killing and more enthusiasm for killing.
Whether Han Muye's method is good or bad is difficult to judge.
"Senior Chuanhe, will this method benefit more people, or will more people become possessed by demons?" Han Muye asked softly, his expression unchanged.
Xu Chuanhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "The benefits are naturally large. After all, there are still a majority of people with pure hearts. Even practitioners do not advocate killing."
"Then the method of using the sword to refine the heart, is it a good method or an evil method?" Han Muye asked again.
Xu Chuanhe pondered, then smiled and said: "I am superficial."
"After staying on Broken Star Island for too long, I really lost my determination to make progress."
"No matter what you want to do, I'll help you."
As Han Muye said, since this method can help more people, why not use it?
Is it because fear will give birth to those very specific demons?
If he is really that kind of devil, he will still become a bad person even if he does not practice the method of mind training.
Three days later, a sword formation appeared on the island where the Death Building was originally located.
This sword array is composed of thousands of long swords, which are inserted into the bluestone and form the shape of a coiled dragon.
Each of these swords is at least a top-grade mortal weapon, and nearly half of them are spiritual weapons.
There are so many fine swords, which naturally attract countless people to search for them.
When someone approaches carefully and touches the hilt of the sword embedded in the bluestone, the expression on his face changes.
The golden spirit pattern on the sword hilt is wrapped, and scenes of illusions appear in front of the person who draws the sword.
Kill with a sword.
Holding this sword starts from killing people around you, until you become a master, and finally you die in the hands of others.
Those scenes were like experiencing them personally.
When the first man holding the sword saw it, he covered his mouth and ran away. When he came back, his face was pale.
Others couldn't help but stepped forward out of curiosity.
One day later, this strange sword formation spread throughout Broken Star Island.
It wasn't until an Earth Realm Sword Dan sword cultivator held thirteen swords in a row, understood the true meaning, made a breakthrough in his cultivation and character, and stood in front of the sword formation that he couldn't kneel for a long time, that the secret of the sword formation was revealed.
Refining the heart with the intention of killing.
These swords are all the swords once owned by the killer of the Death Building.
These swords have killed many, many people, and the swords contain endless evil energy.
Someone uses a mysterious method to induce the evil spirit in the sword to turn into an illusion, recreating the life of the sword owner to warn those who come after him.
Those who kill will always be killed.
The person who set up this formation was truly a great monk with a broad mind and a vigilant person for practitioners in the world.
On the thirteenth day after the formation, a great sword cultivator came out of curiosity. After looking at one hundred and thirty-two swords, his whole body was filled with sword light soaring into the sky.
"Zhaiminglou, Zhai Linyang, I have nothing to do with you -"