418, one punch, shattering Zhenzongs most precious treasure, Ember Sky Seal
"Roar--"
The three-foot-long white tiger roared, carrying wind, and appeared behind Han Muye in an instant, then raised its front paws and slapped it hard.
Han Muye stood motionless, reached out and pulled out the Qingming Sword from the sword box behind his back, and slashed horizontally to the left.
"Stab-"
A piece of white tiger tail fell off.
The previous attack was fake, but the long-tail whip kill was real.
Han Muye had studied the White Tiger method on Jiuxuan Mountain before.
The white tiger's tail was cut off with one sword, and the face of the Taoist in front darkened.
The ferocity of the white tiger with its tail cut off was aroused, and it lunged forward, then opened its mouth and bit.
Han Muye snorted softly, and Ba Xia's shadow appeared behind him.
"The power of the divine beast's bloodline!"
The Taoist on the other side exclaimed.
The white tiger bumped into Ba Xia's back, his body trembled, and then disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already beside the Taoist.
"Bloodline of the divine beast, good, good." The Taoist gritted his teeth and the spiritual light in his hand turned into a snare.
"Kill you and extract your blood, and I will get a domineering beast."
The snare covered Han Muye's head.
Han Muye shook his head and raised the sword in his hand.
Without the power to transform into a god, it would be impossible to tell that he is the body of a divine beast.
The man in front of him also regarded his own power as the bloodline of a divine beast.
The difference between the body of a divine beast and the bloodline of a divine beast is millions of times different in power!
With the snare in front of him, Han Muye moved and hit him directly.
Each strand of the golden snare is entangled with power, and even the magic sword cannot cut it off directly.
Caught in this snare, I'm afraid even the great monk who has left his body will be restrained.
The Jinxuan Taoist Sect asked this Taoist to take over the first battle. He is indeed quite capable.
Seeing Han Muye head-first into the snare, the Taoist smiled on his face.
The funny thing only shows up, and it freezes directly on the face.
The snare, which was comparable to a top-grade magic weapon, was smashed into pieces by Han Muye.
Han Muye's strength did not diminish and he hit him on the head.
The Taoist was at a loss when Han Muye punched him, breaking the protective aura around him, and hit him on the bridge of his nose.
"Click——"
Half of his head is crooked.
Han Muye shook his head.
This is a disadvantage for practitioners of the spiritual path. Once they are approached, 100% of their combat power will not be able to exert 30% of their power.
"Buzz——"
The long sword in Han Muye's hand shook, and the sword energy shone.
The Taoist who fell down showed fear on his face, and several golden talismans flew out from his body, as well as various auras. Then, with a flash of aura, his soul fled.
But he was decisive, he just gave up his body and escaped with his soul.
Seeing his spirit leaving the body, Han Muye suddenly smiled.
No wonder, this guy clearly wanted to seize the body.
His soul turned out to be an old Taoist with white beard and white hair.
If he were to fight in person, perhaps Han Muye would have to put in more effort.
But in front of him was the soul that had left the body, and that was the lamb to be slaughtered.
The sword of the soul shook, and a sword light flashed, chopping the old Taoist with white beard and white hair into pieces.
After three sword strikes, the Taoist's soul became as thin as a thin piece of paper.
Knowing that he could not escape, the Taoist turned around and looked at Han Muye, and then his eyes fell on the abandoned body.
"Hey, you really were right. Even if I take away your body, I won't live for a hundred years."
The Taoist shook his head and whispered: "After all, he is my most outstanding junior. I was really wrong..."
After the words fell, his soul could no longer hold on, and there was a soft sound, as if a bubble burst and turned into nothingness.
In the void, only a faint divine light and aura remained.
An out-of-body overhaul died.
"Buzz——"
As the Taoist fell, the surrounding light pillars rushed towards Han Muye and turned into a spiritual formation.
The people from Jinxuan Dao Sect will not hold back any more.
Han Muye gave a long laugh, raised the sword in his hand, and swung the sword light with a hundred feet, tearing apart the spiritual formation in front of him with one sword strike.
A sword spanned a hundred miles, and when the sword light dissipated, he was already standing a hundred miles away.
"when--"
The sword light was blocked by a spear.
But before he could retract the spear, Han Muye thrust out his sword again and chased after the spear.
The blade of the sword moved forward, cutting into pieces the aura and soul wrapped around the spear.
There was a cry of pain in the distance.
Han Muye was happy to accept the magic weapon of the Divine Soul Envoy.
He reached out and grabbed the fallen spear, and the sword energy poured directly into the gun body without any hesitation.
"boom--"
The spear, which was originally struggling with spiritual light like a snake, was directly shaken. The divine light in it exploded and the spirituality dissipated.
The spirituality of a good magic weapon was shattered.
Anyway, it’s not spirituality that you have cultivated by yourself, so what’s the use of keeping it?
The sword energy entered the gun body, and various images appeared in Han Muye's mind.
The process of refining the spear, the process of the spear master practicing spear skills, and the identity of the spear master in the Jinxuan Dao Sect.
The direct descendant of the patriarch?
Han Muye smiled softly, held the spear, and with a movement of his body, he landed ten miles away.
The young man wearing light cyan mail had a panicked expression on his face, raised a dark gold spear, and faced Han Muye.
The spear in Han Muye's hand was turned upside down. The tip of the spear was like a snake. He reached forward and directly knocked the spear out of the young man's hand.
"Chaos Spirit Strike? You, how do you know my inherited marksmanship..." The young man's eyes widened, and before he could react, the spear in Han Muye's hand had turned into a spiritual snake, locking his body.
Han Muye stretched out his hand to lift the young man and flew forward.
It was only when we arrived at the mountain gate of Jinxuan Dao Gate thousands of miles away that we landed.
At this time, there was already a group of people from the Jinxuan Taoist Sect wearing blue Taoist robes in front of him.
Standing at the front is the master of Jinxuan Dao Sect, Taoist Chang Yu.
Taoist Chang Yu is an eight-level monk who has left the body and is a master of Taoism.
In the memory of the spear in his hand, Han Muye had seen Taoist Chang Yu practice his technique, which was indeed marvelous.
"Fellow Taoist, my Jinxuan Taoist sect doesn't seem to have any grudge against you, right?" Taoist Chang Yu looked at Han Muye and said calmly.
Behind him, those from the Jinxuan Dao Sect had anger in their eyes.
The Jinxuan Dao Sect has investigated everything. They knew that Han Muye was here to save people, but now he said that he had no grudges and put himself on the innocent side to seize morality.
It's a pity that Han Muye doesn't accept this trick.
"Senior Changyu, it doesn't matter whether you have any grudges or not." Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and said softly: "You should know why I am here."
Taoist Chang Yu nodded, a golden halo shining on his body.
"In the end, it's a sword cultivator, straight forward."
"Originally, they are just a few mice, and I, the Jinxuan Dao Sect, can let them go without any problem. But if you challenge them in such a big way, I really can't let them go."
Taoist Chang Yu held a large golden seal in his hand, a look of solemnity flashed on his face.
"Take my blow, and if you don't die, take away the person you want."
Behind him, two Jinxuan Taoist disciples stepped forward with two unconscious bodies in their hands.
This is much simpler.
Han Muye nodded and said, "Okay."
As Taoist Chang Yu said, he has no grudge against Jinxuan Taoist Sect. He only saves people and takes one blow. How can it save trouble?
Upon hearing Han Muye's answer, Taoist Chang Yu shouted low and threw out the golden seal in his hand.
magic weapon.
Top quality magic weapon.
Moreover, this top-grade magic weapon contains a trace of the power of the Great Dao.
Is this the Jinxuan Dao Sect’s supreme treasure, the Ember Sky Seal?
From the memory of the spear, Han Muye had seen the golden seal turn into ten thousand feet, shattering thousands of miles of mountains with one blow.
This treasure is not only the treasure of the Jinxuan Taoist Sect, but it is also authorized by the Jinming Taoist Sect, and is used as a seal to control the party.
Just like the golden seal of Confucianism and Taoism in Tianxuan Zhongzhou.
This is a symbol of authority.
Blessed by the power of heaven, the power of this golden seal is so great that even the great cultivator of the Transformation of Gods would not dare to take it by force.
Looking at Han Muye standing in front, Taoist Chang Yu showed a smile on his face.
After all, he was a casual cultivator, so how could he possibly know the tyranny of guarding the treasure?
Not even a great monk at the second level of God Transformation can stop this golden seal.
The golden seal came down, causing the spiritual light to shine.
The power of the entire Jinxuan Dao Sect gathered together and turned into a Xuanwu shadow.
The Xuanwu shadow stood on top of the golden seal and slammed down on Han Muye's head.
This blow is extremely powerful.
Han Muye raised his head, his body's energy and blood gathering.
He sheathed his long sword and pressed down gently with his feet.
The waist is straightened and the horse steps straight.
His right fist was clenched, and the power of the divine beast was gathered.
There was no phantom appearing, just a strike with a raised hand, roaring like thunder.
Use your fist to welcome the golden seal!
This is the Ember Sky Seal!
The people from the Jinxuan Dao Sect looked at Han Muye, who was approaching with fists, as if they were fools.
No one in the world can catch the Ember Sky Seal with their fists.
Like the force of a landslide pressing down, the strong wind causes the void to tremble.
Everyone seemed to see the broken body of the person in front of them.
Taoist Chang Yu shook his head, with a slight smile on his lips.
That’s fine.
Let those who are watching the fun see how powerful the Jinxuan Dao Sect’s sect-suppressing treasure is!
Aren't many people dissatisfied with their own sects recently?
After this blow, there will be far fewer flies and mice.
"boom--"
Fists and seals connect.
The roaring sound caused the surrounding Jinxuan Taoist disciples to retreat unconsciously.
Contrary to what everyone thought, Han Muye's body was not shattered by a single blow. Instead, he stood in place with his arms raised and his fists pressed against the seal.
blocked?
Before anyone could figure it out, they saw the big golden seal vibrating, and Xuanwu's phantom body on it continued to expand and vibrate, with a look of pain on Xuanwu's face.
"Bang——"
Xuanwu's body shattered into pieces.
"boom--"
The golden Ember Sky Seal was directly shattered and turned into countless fragments!
The treasure of the Zongzong is broken!
A treasure that could suppress thousands of miles and envelop a sect's destiny was shattered with one punch!
Except for the roaring sound, for a while, there was no sound for thousands of miles.
Han Muye took a look at the scattered golden seals, then quietly picked up a piece and dropped it in his palm.
He raised his head and looked at Taoist Changyu who was shaking all over and looking pale.
"Senior, I won."
Taoist Chang Yu was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, and the disciple behind him threw the two figures towards Han Muye.
Han Muye cast out two rays of spiritual light, covering the figure, and then released the young man from the Jinxuan Dao Sect who was caught by him, and took away the magic weapon spear.
"Sorry, farewell." Han Muye turned around and left with the two figures.
The purpose of coming here to save people has been achieved, there is no need to stay long.
Outside the Jinxuan Dao Gate, everyone looked at their master carefully.
The expression on Taoist Changyu's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Close the mountain gate tightly, raise the mountain-protecting formation, and gather the disciples from all over the place to return."
The treasure of the Zongzong was shattered, the power of heaven and earth counterattacked, and the coveting forces everywhere would not let go of the opportunity. Only by guarding the mountain gate, staying behind closed doors, and giving up all interests could the inheritance be preserved.
"Sword cultivator, Han Muye, wait..." Taoist Chang Yu gritted his teeth.
Han Muye flew away with two figures in his hands, and Master Tu Sun, Du Mingtao and others greeted him from the front.
When they saw Han Muye, their eyes fell on the two figures he was carrying, and their expressions changed.
"Mr. Han, these are not Sun Zhan and Lu Yunyi!" Du Mingtao shouted.
no?
Han Muye frowned.
Dare the Jinxuan Dao Sect to violate morality and use falsehood as truth?
As soon as the two figures were lifted up, the spiritual light on their bodies turned into golden light and shadow, swallowing up Han Muye.