399, Return to Tianxuan, Heaven Realm Thunder Tribulation!
Everyone in Qingyou Realm carries a sword.
As the holy land of swordsmanship, Mingchenxing has countless swordsmen.
Han Muye and everyone behind him flew down and strode forward.
Ahead is the place where sword cultivation and discussions are held, Wanjian Cliff, with a radius of thousands of miles, and no one is allowed to wield a sword.
Everyone looked solemnly, looking at the position in front of them where the sword energy surrounded them and reached the sky and the earth.
Wanjian Cliff, where countless swords are buried.
It is said that Wanjian Cliff is the place where the great kendo monks from the Qingyou Realm died.
At the same time, Wanjian Cliff is also the place of sanctification for a swordsman saint in Qingyou Realm.
"If I can bury the sword here one day, my life will not be in vain..." Behind Han Muye, an old man with white beard sighed softly.
His name is Duan Kong, and he is also a great swordsman at the peak of Nascent Soul.
But he didn't have long life, so he was hired by Han Muye, with the intention of retiring in the late Ming Dynasty.
Because of this, he cared more about the Gu family in Late Ming City. When Han Muye was in seclusion, Zheng Yuan would discuss anything with him.
Duan Kong's words made many sword cultivators nod.
Who among the sword cultivators in the Qingyou Realm wouldn’t want to die here in the end?
However, not everyone can go to Wanjian Cliff.
If you have no out-of-body cultivation and have not made great contributions to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm, you are not qualified to enter Wanjian Cliff.
"Who wants to return to Wanjian Cliff? Haha." Not far away, someone chuckled.
Everyone turned their heads and saw several sword cultivators in black robes.
Judging from the clothing, they are from the same school.
The leader has extremely profound cultivation, has white hair and long beard, and has a rotten air about him.
"Wanjian Cliff is the place where sword cultivators like us long to die, why can't we say it?" Zheng Yuan responded coldly.
Duan Kong's longevity is only a hundred years, and it would be very difficult to break through and leave the body within these hundred years.
Perhaps, if Young Master is willing to help, Duan Kong can take that step and enter Wanjian Cliff at the last moment of his life.
Zheng Yuan and Duan Kong had discussed this matter before.
Duan Kong still had some thoughts in his mind.
At this time, someone was mocking Duan Kong, which might affect Duan Kong's state of mind.
After hearing Zheng Yuan's words, the white-bearded old man who was leading the opposite did not speak. Behind him, a young man in his thirties, carrying a long sword intertwined with spiritual energy, turned his head.
"The reason why Wanjianya is so respected is because he must undergo major repairs after his death, and he must contribute to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm."
"If anyone can return to Wanjian Cliff, wouldn't it have to be renamed Yijian Cliff and Zhaojian Cliff?"
The words are ugly and the reasoning is rough.
But this is correct.
A holy place is a holy place precisely because of its rules.
If there are no rules for everything in the world, there will be no opportunity for practice.
Zheng Yuan still wanted to speak, but Duan Kong raised his hand to stop and shook his head.
There is no need to argue about this.
What's more, with the other party's condition, one can easily tell why they are here.
"Haha, don't be surprised, everyone. This time I came here just for the purpose of returning home. The disciples of the younger generation came to watch the ceremony, and their mood may be a little unstable."
At this moment, the old man leading the other party suddenly spoke up.
Came to return home.
Wearing a black robe, not worried but happy, it is natural to die.
"I and Lin Jianzong Zhu Wanlin."
The old man said softly.
Duan Kong's expression changed and he said hurriedly: "But the elders who created the Wanlin Sword Formation back then?"
The expressions of the other sword cultivators beside him also changed.
Han Muye finally turned to look at him.
He knew about the Wanlin Sword Formation.
It is a set of sword formations in which the weak defeats the strong, and it belongs to the wood-attribute practice method.
Han Muye also explained some sword formations to the sword cultivators who asked him for advice in Late Ming City, and Wanlin Sword Formation was one of them.
"Hey, I was trapped in cultivation and created this sword formation, but now it has become a bad name." Zhu Wanlin smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Duan Kong and everyone behind him bowed their hands and saluted Zhu Wanlin.
This is respect for a great monk who can become a great monk of swordsmanship and create a popular sword formation.
“A forest of ten thousand trees is actually not as good as a single tree standing alone.”
"It is indeed a trapping technique."
Han Muye, who was walking in front, whispered and then led everyone forward.
His words made the disciples behind Zhu Wanlin change their expressions.
"Arrogant."
"Ignorant juniors dare to comment on the Wanlin Sword Formation."
"Is this kid trying to teach you a lesson?"
Zhu Wanlin raised his hand to stop everyone, looked at Han Muye and the others who were walking forward, and narrowed his eyes: "What he said is not wrong, but I haven't realized it yet."
"Besides, outsiders are not allowed to comment on the way of cultivation."
Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his pale face: "This time Wan Jian Ya discusses Taoism, it is said to be very exciting. How many days can I last? We can go and see."
After saying that, he turned around and walked in the direction Han Muye and the others were going.
A meeting on Taoism?
Aren’t you going to the place of death?
The black-robed disciples looked at each other and followed closely.
Most of the sword cultivators who come to Wanjian Cliff are alone.
Or, there are only a few or five friends who come with them, but they rarely come in large groups.
Han Muye and his group attracted countless people's attention along the way.
"Whose descendants are so ignorant of the rules?"
"What's so great about being rich? Can you even do whatever you want at Wan Jian Ya's Dao Discussion Conference?"
"Haha, I'm afraid this guy is a fool. He talks about Taoism on Wanjian Cliff. Those who are not invited can only listen to the Taoism at the foot of the cliff. Each listener has to pay tens of millions of spiritual stones."
One person has tens of millions of people, and these hundreds of followers, don’t they cost tens of billions?
Many people were gloating over the misfortune.
Ahead, the sword energy became more intense.
Countless sword lights coincided with the halo on the green mountain cliff.
The sword cultivators carrying long swords on their backs were all silent, comprehending the sword energy on the cliff.
From a distance, you can already see long swords stuck on the cliff that is not too high.
Every sword here is a tombstone.
Seeing these long swords, Han Muye's eyes lit up.
These are all swords worn by great monks!
Even if it is not a treasure that will be used throughout your life, it is still a sword that you will carry with you at the last moment and be filled with your own spiritual insights.
"I'm going to pay homage to my swordsman senior. You guys need to find a place to wait."
He turned to give instructions to Zheng Yuan and others.
Everyone hurriedly bowed and looked for a secluded place to sit and wait.
Han Muye arranged his clothes and strode forward towards the cliff.
Initially, the sword cultivators sitting or standing in front of him didn't pay much attention, but when his speed became faster and faster, and when he reached the bottom of the bluestone cliff, the surrounding people began to talk.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Not everyone can climb this bluestone cliff.
Either you have enough cultivation, or you have enough knowledge of swordsmanship.
Or, there is an invitation.
But Han Muye in front of him didn't seem qualified for either of these things.
While everyone was discussing, Han Muye slowly stepped onto the cliff and stopped in front of the first sword in front of him.
He held a linen cloth in his hand, gently pressed the sword, and wiped it from top to bottom.
To outsiders, he looks respectful.
"No wonder he can climb up the cliff. It turns out that he is a descendant of Senior Guiyun." Someone suddenly realized and spoke softly.
The rules of Wanjianya are there, but we have to let the younger generations worship them, right?
The descendants of these deceased predecessors can come and worship once every hundred years.
This is also an opportunity for those swordsmen practitioners.
On the cliff, it is easier to enlighten.
For example, at this time, Han Muye could sense countless swordsmanship around him. As long as he understood it with his heart, he would really gain something.
But he was not interested in such a realization.
To understand, it’s better to be more direct.
"Buzz——"
Only he could hear the faint sword chant.
A trace of sword energy melted into the sword in his hand, and countless phantoms appeared in his mind.
He Yuanxing's famous swordsman Jin Yousheng.
His lifespan is twenty-one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two years, and his cultivation level is at the seventh level of out-of-body cultivation.
White Feather Swordsmanship.
Feng Ming Sword Technique.
The principle of Yun Tao gathering and dispersing swordsmanship.
In Han Muye's mind, he saw a sitting old man, at the last moment, sorting out what he had learned throughout his life and deriving his own insights.
When the scene faded, Han Muye understood several methods of practicing swordsmanship.
This is a great swordsman who deserves respect.
Han Muye bowed, then crossed the sword, walked a few more steps, and walked to the other sword.
This scene caused an uproar below.
Isn’t it a way to pay homage to our seniors?
Well, this guy still has two seniors who died in Wanjian Cliff?
Han Muye didn't care what others thought. He already stretched out his hand, lightly covered the sword with linen cloth, and wiped it slowly.
In one day, he cleaned three hundred swords.
Even if his mind and soul were extremely powerful, he was still a little dizzy.
As for the sword cultivators below, they already looked confused.
Isn't this Wan Jianya the one responsible for wiping swords?
If not, would he still have 300 senior sword cultivators to die here?
If there are really three hundred seniors who have returned to Wanjian Cliff, they are probably the number one juniors in the Qingyou Realm.
When Han Muye walked down the cliff, everyone looked at him.
Surprise, envy, jealousy...
Han Muye didn't notice it and walked forward slowly.
When he was about to reach where Zheng Yuan and the others were, he stopped and turned back slowly.
"Why follow me?"
Behind him stood a fat young man wearing a green robe.
Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Brother, please sell me the secret of your Ten Thousand Sword Cliffs."
"You decide the price."
He has cultivated to the seventh level of the golden elixir, and the jade crown on his head is a top-quality spiritual weapon.
The jade lock hanging around the neck and the jade belt around the waist are all magic weapons.
The boots and socks on your feet are all top-grade spiritual weapons.
The long sword on the back is a middle-grade magic weapon that can be transformed at any time.
This is a human treasure house...
Seeing Han Muye's scrutinizing gaze, the young man grinned and said, "My name is Zhao Jike, and I'm from Jin Kexing."
Seeing Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he added: "Jin Kexing, Marriott City."
Jinkexing Marriott City is known as Wanbao City in Qingyou Realm.
The entire star of Jinke Star is a treasure land, with countless spiritual materials for sword making, and Wanhao City is in the hands of the Zhao family.
The ancestor of the Zhao family is a strong man who is about to become a saint in swordsmanship. With the treasure in his hand, he can fight with the sword master.
"Can you afford any price?" Han Muye said calmly.
Zhao Jike had a smile on his face.
But this smile only lasted for a cup of tea.
"Are you crazy? You brought more than a hundred followers?"
"I only brought three guards!"
"The cost for more than a hundred people to observe and listen to sermons is tens of billions of spiritual stones——"
Zhao Jike's eyes widened.
Han Muye originally asked him to help pay for his entourage's observation and discussion needs, but Zhao Jike didn't think it was much.
But who would have thought that Han Muye would be so frantic and bring so many followers!
"Can't you afford it?" Han Muye said calmly.
"Can't afford it? I can afford it even if it's twice as much, but you can't treat me as someone who takes advantage of you!" Zhao Jike turned around and left.
"Half, tomorrow I will take you up the cliff to observe the remains of at least three hundred predecessors." When Zhao Jike took ten steps, Han Muye's voice came.
"make a deal."
Zhao Jike turned around with a smile on his face.
Starting from the next day, when Han Muye went up the cliff again, there was a fat man behind him carrying a basket and placing tributes in front of each sword.
"Senior Zhang Yitao of Zhuan Ming Sect and Zhao Jike of Wanhao City have come to pay homage to you——"
"Senior Chen Yicheng of Yusheng Jianmen and Zhao Jike of Wanhao City have come to pay homage to you——"
…
At the end of the day, Zhao Jike's throat was filled with smoke.
When he walked down the cliff, what he saw were countless burning eyes.
Who can endure more than 300 wailings a day and interrupt his opportunity to gain enlightenment and practice?
If it weren't for the rules here, Zhao Jike would have had his legs broken at this time.
"Fellow fellow Taoists, Zhao Jike from Wanhao City has come to worship. No, no, it's polite, it's polite..." Zhao Jike bowed his hands in all directions, but because he shouted in a smooth tone, he said it was a sacrifice.
Public outrage.
It was not only Zhao Jike but also Han Muye who aroused public outrage.
At this time, on the green cliff, someone was looking down coldly.
"Is this the rising star of swordsmanship invited by Senior Wu Zheng?"
"With the help of invitations and the name of paying homage to seniors, he quietly gained insights into his cultivation methods. How could he be more shameless?"
An old man with a black beard wearing a green robe gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.
Beside him, several people gritted their teeth.
If nothing else, their sect elders died at Wanjian Cliff.
"Wanjianya has Wanjianya's rules. If you are not angry, you can stop him." A white-haired old man said calmly with a calm expression.
"Also, senior Wu Zheng is one of the great monks who presides over Wanjianya's Taoist seminar, so he is qualified to invite a fellow Taoist."
"The people who can be invited by him cannot be ordinary people."
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Several other people's eyes sparkled, and they finally turned and left.
Han Muye doesn't care what others think.
Although Wanjianya is known as Wanjian, in fact, the number of kendo masters who actually died in Wanjianya is estimated to be only eight or nine thousand.
Han Muye did some calculations and found that there was still some time left before the swordsmanship meeting. If he watched three hundred sword weapons every day, he could finish it.
As soon as he returned to his station, he went into seclusion and realized the kendo he was observing today.
…
Broken Star Island.
The sound of thunder sounded on Liukui Pavilion.
For more than a year, this thunder has been constant.
At this time, the thunder light on Han Muye, who was sitting on the sixth floor of the sword pavilion, was extremely intense.
The phantom of Kui Niu behind him was about to completely materialize.
The six-story sword pavilion brought him too much improvement in cultivation.
His kendo golden elixir has been compressed countless times and he still cannot control its expansion.
There are a total of three million swords hidden in the six-story sword pavilion, among which there is a spiritual treasure to suppress.
Han Muye's refining sword pavilion is to activate the power of all the swords in the sword pavilion.
This process allowed his Qi, sea and sword to merge and grow stronger.
At this time, the long sword transformed by the sword intention has already stretched across the sky and the earth. Once it manifests, it may be able to directly shatter the sky.
His soul is tempered by lightning all the time.
When Han Muye opened his eyes, there was a terrifying sword light in his eyes.
Half-step to the Great Perfection of Heaven.
All cultivation levels are gathered to the extreme.
"You are the junior with the strongest foundation that I have ever seen." Zhao Yujing, who had manifested his body, shook his head and said with emotion: "Even the ones from the past three days, I think they are not as good as you."
Hearing his words, Han Muye did not show any joy on his face, but said lightly: "The resources and accumulation in the past three days are beyond my comparison."
He can recognize reality.
Where is the last three days? What kind of opportunities do those Taoist ancestors and powerful beings not have?
The power he gathered was beyond what he could compare to during his cultivation.
However, Han Muye didn't think there were many peers in the world who could surpass him in terms of accumulation of foundation.
"I won't break through to the Heaven Realm for the time being. I'm going to wait until I leave Broken Star Island."
Standing up, Han Muye looked outside the pavilion and spoke softly.
Zhao Yujing was not surprised that he was leaving Broken Star Island.
Han Muye's purpose of coming to Broken Star Island has been achieved, and there is no need to stay any longer.
"Senior, you stay in Liukui Pavilion and protect this place."
Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Yujing.
Stay here?
Zhao Yujing had a look of surprise on his face.
He is now a spiritual treasure weapon spirit, a sword that can kill gods.
Also, don’t you take the six-story sword pavilion with you?
This is a sword pavilion that gathers millions of swords, and its combat power is formidable.
Seeing Zhao Yujing looking at him, Han Muye chuckled and said: "The century-old Taoist war has just begun, and I don't have any use for the Lingbao and the sword pavilion yet."
"As for the Hundred Years of Taoist War," Han Muye said calmly with a bright light in his eyes, "At that time, I should not need the help of Lingbao and Jiange."
I am confident that during the century-old Taoist struggle, my cultivation and combat power will surpass that of Lingbao and Jiange!
Han Muye stood there, and Zhao Yujing was speechless for a moment.
The pride of a swordsman comes from his own strength.
Han Muye had the confidence to say such things just because he was strong enough.
Turning to look at the chess game placed on the small table, Han Muye flew away.
The chess game clearly represents the locations of various islands on Broken Star Island.
But in his opinion, it was clearly the Zhoutian Formation!
The Yujing Sword Shop on Magnolia Street was much deserted because Han Muye was away.
Shao Tianyi sat behind the counter a little bored.
When I raised my head, I was a little stunned.
"The shopkeeper?"
Shao Tianyi was in charge of the sword shop, while Zeng Daniu was in Jia Wu's shop next door. Zeng Daniu also brought his mother-in-law with him, and he also had three little girls.
"Three children were born in six years, shopkeeper, this Zeng Daniu is really awesome..." Shao Tianyi pointed to the three pink little girls playing in front of the shop next door.
"Father, foster father——"
When Shao Tian stretched out his hand, the three little girls turned around and shouted.
Shao Tianyi had a smile on his face.
Zeng Daniu, who had returned from blacksmithing in the sword furnace, saw Han Muye and knelt in front of him and burst into tears.
This made the three girls at a loss and burst into tears.
Zeng Daniu's mother-in-law followed Zeng Daniu and kowtowed to Han Muye.
Now Zeng Daniu is already a weapon refiner, and he also has the cultivation level of body refining and foundation building.
Han Muye told Shao Tianyi and Zeng Daniu to take good care of the shop and practice well in the future, and then fled away early the next morning.
He will come back to Broken Star Island, but he doesn't know when.
"Han Muye, I'm really sorry that I couldn't have a fair fight with you that day. Today I, Bai Zeyu, come to challenge -"
In the void, a sword light struck.
Han Muye raised his hand and struck out with his sword, knocking Bai Zeyu away. Then, under Bai Zeyu's horrified gaze, he activated the power of the jade sword and left Broken Star Island.
"This guy is so strong..."
Bai Zeyu whispered.
Auras of light intertwined, and Han Muye's figure appeared on the gravel cliff where he had left.
A place of moral struggle.
Tianxuan world.
Looking up, there are endless thunders falling from the sky.
Heavenly Thunder Tribulation!
Han Muye laughed loudly, the sword light in his hand rose, and he rushed towards the tribulation thunder.
After today, he will be able to condense the Yuanying of Sword Dao and become a heavenly cultivator.
Once he steps into the heavenly realm, his cultivation and combat power will increase a hundred times!
