Han Muye flew up and kicked away the black-robed monk who was about to take action, then raised his hand to grab Taoist Dayan's storage bag.
As his spiritual thoughts penetrated, Han Muye turned to look at Taoist Dayan.
This guy really looted a lot of treasures.
The storage bag with hundreds of square meters of space is full of various spiritual materials and spiritual stones.
Many of them have been discontinued in the spiritual world and are extremely valuable.
What a windfall.
Weighing the storage bag, Han Muye put it into his bag without hesitation.
Anyway, what Taoist Dayan found is his, isn't it?
Taoist Dayan saw that the storage bag was collected by Han Muye, his face twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.
But he didn't dare ask Han Muye to come back.
Turning around, he ran towards the monk who was kicked away by Han Muye and pounced on him.
"Bang——"
Taoist Dayan flew up upside down.
With his little cultivation, he is no match for others.
At this time, the monk who was knocked to the ground by Han Muye also stood up.
Two figures roared wildly, with light flashing in their hands, and rushed towards Han Muye.
Very understanding.
It is rare for these two to be able to cast spells in this dam with considerable power.
The scattered meteorites gathered together, condensed into a ball, and crashed towards Han Muye.
The strong wind was so violent that it seemed to explode.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, but he clenched his fists.
In this dam, the feeling of clenching your fist and smashing it down is more satisfying than slashing someone with a sword.
Especially since he has the body of a mythical beast and is extremely powerful and domineering.
He has seen the magic beyond the dam before.
At this moment, I feel that my strength is too weak.
The suppression of the chaotic power of the dam makes it difficult for various spells to exert their combat effectiveness.
Let's solve it with fists.
"drink--"
Wrong steps, short stature, punching.
Han Muye did not hesitate, his movements were coherent and steady.
The monk whose facial bones collapsed had his sternum shattered this time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body died in mid-air.
Turning around again, Han Muye kicked the black-robed monk in the chest that he had kicked away before.
"Click——"
The sound of the sternum breaking was heard.
This time, the two of them did not get up again.
Han Muye was not interested in leaving anyone alive in the dam.
Taoist Dayan stepped forward proudly, shook it off a few times, and took two long swords, a long bow, and two waist cards.
In his own hand, he held a golden sledgehammer and a small storage bag.
That big hammer is what Daoist Taoist Dayan calls a big treasure.
Han Muye did not take the big hammer over.
This is a standard weapon of a divine general. Han Muye has seen it from the memory of the spear in the hands of the divine general.
Although this weapon is standard, it is so powerful that it is comparable to a mid-grade magic weapon.
It's just that this type of weapon lacks the flexibility of a magic weapon.
Holding the sword handed over by Taoist Dayan, Han Muye's sword energy poured into his palm, and his eyes flashed with inspiration.
An ordinary guardian of the Luan Temple, with half-step heavenly cultivation, and ordinary swordsmanship.
Outside the dam, it is relatively easy to practice under the heavenly realm.
Various types of weapons and elixirs can be used to cultivate cultivators in the heavenly realm in batches.
Of course, above the Heaven Realm, it cannot be cultivated in batches.
The real masters of chaos in the temple all sneaked into the dam and went to the place where the ancient gods fell.
Outside the embankment, the surroundings are guarded by cultivators from the Gu Yun Galaxy. Practitioners who come out of the embankment will be monitored or directly intercepted.
The blockade of the chaotic power in the dam and the control of the place where the ancient gods fell have begun tens of thousands of years ago.
After reading the sword memories of the two guards of Chaos Temple, Han Muye raised his hand and summoned Taoist Dayan to him.
A green identification tag was handed to him.
These are the identity tags of the two practitioners who were seriously injured by Han Muye and passed out.
"We are one person each, this brand does not recognize anyone."
Han Muye smiled and threw up the sign in his palm.
Taoist Dayan took the sign, looked at it carefully, and then placed it on his chest.
By the time they stepped out of the embankment, they were already practitioners wearing black robes and wearing badges as guards of the Luan Temple.
"This is, outside the dam?" Taoist Dayan muttered, his face full of suspicion.
Han Muye mentioned the dike to him, and in his imagination, there should be a bright world outside the dike.
Looking at it now, it is clearly a dark and empty place.
The only difference is that the aura is purer.
But this kind of purity is because the power of the great road is not obvious.
What good is there when the power of the Great Dao is weak? There was a trace of disappointment on Taoist Dayan's face.
Han Muye looked around and said softly: "This is the place beyond the dam where all the great monks in the mud want to come."
Different from Taoist Dayan's perception, Han Muye's eyes were full of aura.
Godless land!
This ancient cloud galaxy is a place where there is no avenue of heaven and earth, and no spirit of heaven and earth is formed.
This means that this place can create gods.
Everyone has the opportunity to become a god who rules over an area, that is, the god of heaven and earth from ancient times.
Replace the avenue of heaven and earth with yourself!
No wonder those powerful people want to come to this place.
Those great monks who have reached the pinnacle of spiritual practice and find it difficult to transcend can immediately become immortal gods as long as they give up the path of transcendence, cross the dam, and become the masters of their own world.
This kind of power is completely different from the combination of Wen Mo Sheng and Tian Xuan Tiandao.
This is domination, not union.
A master, not an ally.
Relationships are very different.
Han Muye recalled the process of crossing the embankment and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
For him, it is not difficult to cross the dam with the body of a mythical beast.
Moreover, because there is a route that has been explored before, as long as you carefully deal with several dangerous places, you can cross the embankment.
But for those great monks in the place where the ancient gods fell, without a strong enough body, crossing the embankment is simply a matter of death.
so--
Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.
Therefore, the wild world is jointly attacked by all parties!
Those great monks want the body of the ancient beast!
Han Muye felt a chill in his back.
It turns out that there is such a secret behind countless great monks besieging the wild world!
Han Muye remembered that the masters who emerged from the Tianxuan world had also participated in the battles in the wild world. Among them, the ancestor of Tianxuan even personally killed a divine beast, Kui Niu.
So, where are these great monks who came out of the Tianxuan World now?
Did they really all die in the last three days of fighting?
Where do those blocked space passages in Tianxuan World lead to?
On Yunchao Ridge, will the space passage leading to the Demonic Cultivation Land connect to the outside of the dam...
For a time, Han Mu's ambition was filled with countless doubts.
"Let's go to Chaos Temple."
No matter how many questions you have, you need to find the answers one by one.
Some questions have been in the past for too long, and there is actually no point in finding answers.
The Taoist form of Dayan transformed into the breeze following Han Muye. Han Muye walked in the air with the Taoist sword transformed into an ordinary sword under his feet.
I met many practitioners along the way, but none of them behaved unusually towards Han Muye and Taoist Dayan.
Sure enough, the chaos temple only recognizes the brand but not the person.
Along the way, they stopped in front of a shining star with a radius of a hundred miles.
Spiritual light flashed among the stars.
Looking up, there are stars like this everywhere.
Different from the thousands of stars around Tianxuan World where only one twinkling aura can be seen, every one of the stars here is full of life and aura.
But when he landed in the stars, Han Muye discovered something different.
There is no way of heaven and earth on these stars, and there is almost no defense power.
Just like eggs with shells peeled off, these stars will be swallowed at any time if they encounter a great monk who wants to refine them.
Looking up at the bright stars in the distance, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
This star is only a hundred miles across, so no one has refined it. So, what about the big stars that are thousands of miles away, a hundred thousand miles away, or a million miles away?
This ancient cloud galaxy may have secrets that I don't know about.
As the stars fell, Han Muye and Taoist Dayan walked forward slowly.
There are buildings everywhere on this star, but unlike the place where the ancient gods fell, the buildings here are basically simple in shape.
After wandering for dozens of miles, Han Muye had roughly understood.
The stars that are blocked outside the dam are all brought here by the strong men from the Chaos Temple.
All the practitioners who come here are basically on a mission to disrupt the temple.
The Chaos Temple here is better said to be a palace than a city.
Many square houses spread over a wide area without city walls.
Han Muye also felt that for practitioners, building a walled city had no practical significance.
There is a plaza for receiving tasks, a place for distributing tasks, and a place for exchanging tasks, various logistical support, a management office for collecting resources, and a place for providing employment and information. This temple of chaos is fully equipped with various facilities.
Han Muye was not in a hurry and wandered around with Taoist Dayan for three or four days, trying to get almost all the information about Luan Temple and Guyun Galaxy.
Then, Han Muye took Taoist Dayan and flew straight to a star thousands of miles away.
This place called Jinke Star is the largest star in the surrounding tens of billions of miles of void. The sect that rules it is the Jinming Dao Sect, which is a sect with several great monks who have transcended the realm of heaven.
As Han Muye speculated and imagined, Jin Kexing was refined.
In other words, the owner of this star has absolute control over this star.
However, after sensing it, he understood that it was the entire Jinming Dao Sect that controlled the stars, not a single powerful person.
Jin Ming Dao Sect can control everything on this star through formations.
Spiritual energy gathers, celestial phenomena change, and even thunderstorms occur.
On this star, Jin Ming Dao Sect is the sky and the great road.
After landing on Jinke Planet, Han Muye went straight to the Chaos Temple built on it.
"boom--"
After flying thousands of miles, there was a roar from ahead, and then there was the sound of fighting.
Taoist Dayan looked curious, while Han Muye frowned and turned around.
He is not from the Guyun Galaxy, so why should he get involved in the disputes here?
Just after turning around and walking for a moment, there was a scream from behind.
Several figures flew away.
Then, there was another roar, and a flying boat caught up from behind.
Han Muye's eyes fell on those escaping figures, with a strange look on his face.
Among the few people who flew past, one of them suddenly turned around.
"Boy Han?"
Several people beside him saw him stop and hurriedly pulled him away: "Old Tu, leave quickly, otherwise these guys from the Jinxuan Dao Sect will kill them all."
Lao Tu nodded and murmured as he flew away: "I guess my eyesight is dazzled. This is the Guyun Galaxy. It's extremely difficult to get here. That kid will never come here in the Tianxuan West Frontier..."
As he spoke, he raised the sword in his hand and slashed forward.
"boom--"
As soon as the sword was slashed out, the sky ten miles ahead seemed to collapse, and the spiritual light turned into pillars of light.
There is actually a confusing formation hidden over there.
If it hadn't been for this sword strike, they would have definitely died if they broke into the maze.
"Lao Tu, your move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is really good. If it hadn't been for this move, we would have been dumped." A bearded man whispered and grinned: "Lahu——"
Everyone turned around and left, but they stopped where they were before they could fly a hundred miles away.
In front, a young man wearing a black robe and carrying a sheathed black sword stood there with his arms folded.
"Why didn't you run away?"
"There are only five of the Yanagawa Seven Thieves left, and the two of them are waiting for you to reunite at our Jinxuan Dao Sect."
A sneer appeared on the young man's face, and he turned his gaze to Lao Tu: "Tu Wanjian, let me see how capable your Wanjian Guizong is."
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light was cold and bone-chilling, and it seemed to devour people from a hundred feet away.
The expressions of those who were blocked changed, and they were about to rush forward when Lao Tu raised his hand to stop them.
"The direct disciple of Jinxuan Dao Sect, Yu Shen of Shuihan Sword." Lao Tu narrowed his eyes and put his hand on the hilt of the sword: "This is an eighth-level sword cultivator of Nascent Soul."
The eighth level of Nascent Soul!
Several other people were trembling all over.
Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level is Lao Tu, who is at the sixth level of Nascent Soul.
Facing an eighth-level Nascent Soul sword cultivator, even if they attack together, they still can't block a sword.
"Since you want to see my Ten Thousand Swordsmen return to the clan by name, how can Tu disappoint people?" Lao Tu smiled faintly, unsheathed his sword and rushed out.
The sword is in mid-air, divided into millions.
"This sword is called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and it is a method for cultivating a great path for ordinary swords in the world."
"I have only scratched the surface of how to use this sword, so I would like to come and ask for advice."
The sword light gathered together and turned into a sword. Lao Tu shouted in a low voice, suppressed the sword light, and chopped off Yu Shen's head.
Yu Shen's eyes were shining brightly, and he raised his hand to swing the sword without hesitation.
"when--"
After a resounding sound, the sound of endless clashes of swords could be heard.
Not far away, two flying boats surrounded him.
Everyone was staring at the two long swords that clashed countless times in the void.
"Good swordsmanship!" After a hundred breaths, Yu Shen shouted loudly and retreated towards the back.
After exiting Baizhang, the sword light disappeared. Lao Tu, who was holding the long sword, turned red and the sword edge trembled slightly.
"For being able to fight with me for so long with one sword move, you Tu Wanjian can be considered a figure." Yu Shen looked at Tu Wanjian and said calmly: "You guys should abandon your swords and hand back the stolen Wanhe sword box.
I, the Jinxuan Taoist Sect, will not make things difficult for you."
Tu Wanjian held the sword and said nothing.
"The Wanhe Sword Box belongs to my sect. When did it become your Jinxuan Taoist sect?" A middle-aged swordsman standing behind Tu Wanjian shouted with an angry look on his face.
After hearing his words, Yu Shen's face turned cold, and his body had a fierce sword intent rising to the sky.
Tu Wanjian pointed the sword forward, and the sword light gathered.
"Tu Wanjian, I don't want to show you any shame. The so-called Wanjian's return to the clan is nothing more than that." The sword in Yu Shen's hand turned into a frosty snake, its body coiled, and he roared in a low voice.
As soon as the frost snake appeared, countless ice flowers suddenly floated in the surrounding void.
Layers of coldness enveloped the entire area.
Tu Wanjian's sword was instantly frozen.
Tu Wanjian's expression turned serious as his eyes fell on the sword in his hand.
Behind him, several practitioners tried their best to resist the coldness, but their faces were pale and their whole bodies were shaking.
"Thousands of swords return to the clan, but that's it?"
At this moment, a faint voice sounded.
"Han Muye!" Tu Wanjian shouted in a low voice.
Yu Shen's expression changed drastically, and he raised his head and looked forward.
"Stab-"
It was as if the curtain was torn open and the frozen void shattered.
Those frosts turned into nothingness, as if they had never existed before.
Bingshuang Hanshe was swallowing the snake letter, but suddenly he trembled, and his body turned into a sword, floating in front of Yu Shen.
"Who are you?" Yu Shen stared at Han Muye who stepped out of the void, and the sword energy in his body converged.
Han Muye didn't have strong sword aura or strength on his body, but he was able to tear open the power barrier covered by his sword with just a few words. There was no way he could be an ordinary person.
"You don't need to know who I am." Han Muye shook his head, glanced at Tu Wanjian behind him, and then a green long sword appeared in his hand.
"Take my stance and return to the clan with Ten Thousand Swords, and let you go."
Wan Jian returns to the clan!
The people in front of you will also return to your clan with ten thousand swords!
Everyone present, except Tu Wanjian, had their eyes widened.
Tu Wanjian is known as Wanjian, and is famous for Wanjian Guizong. Although he has always said that Wanjian Guizong is to open a avenue for low-level sword cultivation in the world, but he has never seen anyone else except him who can do this.
sword.
Until today, I finally saw someone who could guide Wanjian back to the clan.
I wonder if this person is Tu Wanjian’s junior or a peer?
"Lao Tu, do you want to rush together?" The big man who had spoken before came forward and whispered.
Rush together?
A trace of hesitation flashed across Tu Wanjian's face.
He admired Han Muye's swordsmanship.
But Han Muye’s cultivation...
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the sword in Han Muye's hand vibrated, and a sword light shot into the sky from his body.
"Fuck, Jianying!" Tu Wanjian's eyes widened.
Kendo Nascent Soul!
Yu Shen, who was opposite him, also had a look of surprise on his face. He hurriedly held the sword in front of him, and his whole body was filled with spiritual light.
Only those who excel in swordsmanship can become the Nascent Soul of the Way of Swordsmanship.
The person in front of me turned out to be a pure swordsman.
For sword cultivators like this who transform their swords into infants, their combat prowess is not restricted by their cultivation at all.
When fighting against this kind of people, don't guess based on your cultivation level at all.
"Good fellow, Sword Infant. I have been practicing for so many years and have only seen three sword cultivators who have condensed into Sword Infants." Behind Tu Wanjian, an old man with a white beard whispered.
"There is a rumor in our school that the owner of Wanhe Sword Box back then was a master who condensed into a sword infant."
"Wanhe Sword Sect, there is a way to create a sword baby..." The big man standing next to Tu Wanjian looked at the sword baby above Han Muye, with a glint in his eyes.
Han Muye, who was holding the sword in his hand, looked solemn and said calmly: "I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong."
"This sword is based on ten thousand swordsmanship and opens up a path of hard work for swordsmen in the world."
"To cultivate this sword, you need to master thousands of sword skills, and eventually all swords will become one."
The sound coincided with the sword light, and the sword in Han Muye's hand slowly thrust out.
Unlike Tu Wanjian's sword light, this sword did not divide into thousands, nor did it vibrate and shine.
A sword is a sword.
One sword, why is it called Wanjian?
Opposite me, Yu Shen looked puzzled.
Others around him also frowned.
Only Tu Wanjian's arms were shaking and he was murmuring.
"boom--"
Han Muye's thrusting sword collided with Yu Shen's intercepting sword.
The exploding sword light was so dazzling that everyone could only close their eyes.
But even if he closed his eyes, the bright light of that sword still penetrated his soul.
These Ten Thousand Swords from Guizong actually contain the sword intention to hurt the soul!
"Stab-"
The sword moves forward and turns into ten thousand swords.
Thousands of swords were magnificent, enveloping Yu Shen.
When Yu Shen raised his head with difficulty, he only saw the ten thousand swords finally uniting into one and gently grazing his neck.
The blood is soaring to the sky, and the aura is shattered.
This sword cuts off the Qi and blood, kills the soul, and breaks the Nascent Soul into pieces!
With one sword, the eighth major monk of Nascent Soul died!
It wasn't until Yu Shen's aura exploded that the surrounding cultivators woke up.
"Senior Brother Yu Shen was killed!"
"You are crazy. You dare to kill senior brother Yu Shen. He is the direct grandson of the elder of Xuantang of Jinxuan Dao Sect!"
The two airships quickly retreated.
Tu Wanjian and the people behind him looked at each other, and sword light rose from their bodies.
Kill people and silence them, destroy corpses and destroy all traces.
After killing Yu Shen, the news cannot be leaked.
They looked up at Han Muye who was slowly sheathing his sword.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Han Muye put away his long sword, Yu Shen's sword and a storage bag, and then said with a smile: "Senior Tu Sun, don't
Are you okay?"
Master Tu Sun, the great elder of Taiyi Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang, was the number one sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang at that time.
After the space passage in Yunchaoling was opened, Master Tu Sun left the Tianxuan World.
Unexpectedly, he came outside the embankment.
So, is Huang Laoliu, who also left through this passage, also here?
"Boy Han, let's take action together to deal with these guys from the Jinxuan Dao Sect, otherwise we will be in serious trouble."
Master Tu Sun gave a low shout and rushed toward a flying boat with a long sword in his hand.
They were chased by Feizhou before, but now they turned around and wanted to kill Master Feizhou.
Hearing Master Tu Sun's words, Han Muye shook his head, but still raised his sword.
With the sect's methods, the direct disciple was killed, and the message had already been passed on. It was too late to silence him at this time.
But for Han Muye, it didn't matter sooner or later, he just helped kill a few people.
The flying long sword smashed a flying boat into pieces with one strike, and the scattered practitioners scattered in shock.
Master Tu Sun and others showed no mercy and chased after these practitioners, using their long swords and spells in their hands.
Finally, another flying boat carried away the people from Jinxuan Daomen who had fled.
Master Tu Sun and others had expressions of regret on their faces.
Several people collected the scattered swords and various spiritual materials on the flying boat. Even the swords and storage bags on the corpses were not spared.
It was a great battle and a lot was gained.
Taoist Dayan, who turned into a breeze, whispered in Han Muye's ear, to the effect that he was the best at this kind of thing, and if he touched it, there would be absolutely no leaks.
"Senior Tu, do you know how Sixth Brother is doing now?" Han Muye looked at Master Tu Sun who was returning with his sword and asked.
Seeing Master Tu Sun, Han Muye of course wanted to ask Huang Laoliu for news.
After hearing his words, Master Tu Sun shook his head.
Haven't heard?
Maybe, after all, the ancient cloud galaxy is too vast and almost endless. Who knows if Huang Laoliu has come and where he is.
Moreover, Huang Laoliu was possessed by the devil back then.
"Huang Laoliu, now he is the great sage of the devil, the devil king of the sky, and he fights in all directions with a devil sword. It's amazing..." Master Tu Sun's voice sounded leisurely.