Han Muye came to look for Huang Laoliu for business.
The current situation in the land of Taoism seems to be a general dispute, but in the end it still depends on whether it will be sacrificed.
If those powerful people are determined to sacrifice this land thousands of miles away in exchange for the power to open the sealing city to the Immortal Platform, all their calculations and plans will be in vain.
For those powerful beings who have survived since ancient times, no one or anything is as important as their path to immortality.
It's not that the skills they practice can cut off love and sex, but that they have lived too long and there are not many people and things worth caring about anymore.
"In other words, we have to find a way to let these old guys know that if they want to sacrifice this world, they will have to pay a heavy price." Huang Laoliu's words were full of domineering.
It seems that the Monkey King is not in vain, he can see the essence of the matter at a glance.
What he said is what Han Muye and Dang Wuyou are doing their best now.
"If you think about it this way, it's best to lure a few old guys into the game." Huang Laoliu looked at Liuguang in the distance and said solemnly: "These people can't be lured by treasures alone."
Indeed, even if the Divine Court Treasure House was opened this time and countless powerful people gathered, it did not attract those top powerhouses to join the game.
Tianzun and Daozu are basically disciples or descendants of the sect.
Among the major sects that had attended the last three days, none of the truly strong men were present.
Perhaps, they are not interested in the treasures here.
Or perhaps, they are still very determined in sacrificing this place.
"Looking at it now, it is no longer easy to attract strong people to join the game." Han Muye shook his head, with a trace of emotion on his face.
The treasure house of the Divine Court and the sword of the Divine Emperor were already the most valuable things he could produce.
Hearing his words, Huang Laoliu laughed and said: "Brother, you have been practicing Confucianism for a long time. Everyone should be happy with everything and make sure everything is watertight."
"Actually, how can you have so many worries about things in this world?"
Han Muye did not refute his words.
His path of cultivation is mainly swordsmanship, supplemented by other alchemy, Confucianism and Taoism. His cultivation progresses quickly, but he is not serious about making progress.
Regardless of whether it was in Western Xinjiang or Zhongzhou, when Chu Tianxuan fought with the immortals, he did not fight to the death or leave any room for justice. Instead, he was more friendly and prosperous.
"In my opinion, if we directly capture the immortals with all our strength, and then sweep across this land thousands of miles away, it will take nearly thirty years for the Taoist war to end. If we accumulate all our strength in thirty years, we will be able to fight.
"
There was fighting intent in Huang Laoliu's eyes, and he whispered: "At worst, a demon will come to dye the world and turn this world into a demon domain. Let's see how they sacrifice."
"Even if you offer a sacrifice, it will only attract endless evil."
The great monk with demonic intent in front of him is no longer the Huang Laoliu who only wanted to live a mortal life in Jinyang City.
At this time, Huang Laoliu's words showed the indifference of a superior, but also the decisiveness that a decision-maker should have.
Han Muye felt that he was not as clear-eyed as Sixth Brother.
All alliances and transactions are just a combination of interests.
It is impossible for these people to fight against the power hidden behind them.
Even the Endless Heavenly Lord cannot really fight to the death.
The more you live, the more you cherish your life.
"There is no possibility of compromise. Since these powerful men have the intention to open the Immortal Platform, the more you prevent them from opening it, the more they will try to open it."
“The more resistance there is, the more it becomes an obsession.”
Huang Laoliu's voice was fierce, the demonic energy in his body was restrained, and his eyes were deep.
"The only way is to let them drive and let them die."
Having said this, he paused and whispered: "I suspect that the sacrifice of this world may be intentional by these powerful people, just to test."
Test the reaction of the fairy world, test whether the fairy world has changed after so many years.
Han Muye glanced at Huang Laoliu. At this moment, Huang Laoliu was extremely wise and calm.
"On the Ancestral Demon Star, if you weren't crazy, you would have died long ago."
"If he was really crazy, he would have died long ago."
Huang Laoliu seemed to understand what Han Muye was thinking and whispered in a low voice.
Han Muye nodded.
Only when everyone has gone through the journey can they understand the difficulty of cultivation in this world.
Knowing that what Huang Laoliu said is right, this is a way to gather all the forces in this area, coerce them, and then confront those powerful people.
But Han Muye still would not choose this path.
Because there is no chance of winning.
He had seen Wood God take action, and had seen that palm shattering the divine court.
In the face of such great power, all calculations are in vain.
If you can't face the fight directly, you can only take a roundabout way.
"Haha, I know you have an idea, brother." Huang Laoliu laughed and looked at Han Muye.
"Unless it's absolutely necessary, you can't really do what I say."
"Besides, aren't there Wen Xiang and the others?"
"There will always be a way."
Huang Laoliu said with a smile on his face and turned to look at Huang Zhihu.
"I'll take this girl and train her, but she still won't fight against strong men enough."
Huang Zhihu has gone through a lot of training since his training, but as Huang Laoliu said, it is rare to fight to the death with a strong person.
She had been surrounded by many guards since she was a child, and later she was in charge of the Xuanyang Guard. She had tens of thousands of swordsmen with her, and the power of the battle formation was overwhelming. Why did she need to fight to the death?
Huang Laoliu fought his way from the bottom to the top in the demonic way, but he was filled with evil aura.
In Huang Laoliu's view, only one's own strength is fundamental.
Han Muye didn't have much power to control how Huang Laoliu taught his daughter at this time.
He has taught Huang Zhihu well and now returns him to Huang Laoliu. He has tried his best. How can he interfere at this time?
However, seeing Huang Zhihu standing aside, Han Muye still took out a magical sword and put various spiritual materials and elixirs in a small bag and handed them over.
If Huang Laoliu wants to play the role of a strict father, that's his business. As a foster father who loves his daughter, he can't help it, can he?
Yun Duan smacked her lips in envy at the side.
After all, you still need a good father.
"Sixth brother, this map of the country is a treasure, but it is stained with resentment, so it is difficult to exert much power in it."
"See if you can use demonic methods to perform sacrifices."
Taking out the scroll he had obtained from Zhou Bangyu, the guardian of Shenting Treasure House, Han Muye handed it to Huang Laoliu.
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There are very few things in the world that can be called treasures.
Huang Laoliu reached out to take the scroll, examined it with his spiritual mind, and frowned.
The restrained demonic intent on him suddenly surged, and a demonic dragon roared and rushed into the scroll.
In an instant, the entire three-thousand-mile-wide sealed world was swept away by demonic intent, and the cold power seemed to swallow up the entire world.
The scroll wrapped by the demonic dragon slowly unfolded.
The mountains and rivers on the original scroll turned into shadows of demonic dragons.
The map of the country has become a map of the devil.
"good."
"Good baby."
Holding the scroll in his hand, Huang Laoliu's eyes flashed with light.
"With this treasure, I can exert a hundred times my fighting power. Even the Heavenly Lord can kill it."
Having said this, he grabbed the scroll and said, "How about I kill that Shadow Lord?"
Kill Zhao Zhenghe?
How can I cut off the investment I just made?
Han Muye shook his head and said, "Sixth brother, you'd better refine this treasure and become more familiar with its secrets."
"For other things, just let nature take its course."
Upon hearing his words, Huang Laoliu laughed and put away the scroll.
"Okay, I understand."
It is obvious that Zhao Zhenghe is also a part of Han Muye's scheme.
Seeing Han Muye fly away, Huang Laoliu shook his head.
When he was in Jiange, Han Muye was the kind of person who was good at dancing, and his reputation spread throughout Jiuxuan Mountain.
In his opinion, this method is not bad, but is it really useful for those powerful people who stand at the top of this world?
"Let's go, dad will take you to find some more kendo masters to teach you." Huang Laoliu looked at Huang Zhihu and Yun Dan, and raised his hand to wave.
Regardless of Han Muye's arrangements, he would spend more time with his daughter. If a fight really came up, he would go all out.
With his great sage fighting power and the treasure in his hand, not many people would be able to do anything to him.
Han Muye fled away, but within a moment, he found the seven-fold sword tower scattered in the corner of a meteorite.
But at this time, there were already eight practitioners in front of the sword tower.
There is a cyan stream of light shining on the sword tower. If you want to get the sword tower, you need to disperse the stream of light.
Without the method of mental refining, you can only do it by force.
At this time, the eight sword cultivators took action respectively. The swords in their hands collided with the stream of light in front of them, and scattered green light overflowed.
Seeing Han Muye arrive, the eight people were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other.
"Since this fellow Taoist is here, let's work together to break down this attic. If there is any treasure, let's rely on our own opportunities." A Taoist in black robe said in a low voice.
The sword in his hand kept blazing, leading to a stream of cyan light that kept striking.
"Yes, the Divine Court's treasure house is open, and all treasures are obtained by chance."
"Now that I've seen it, it's an opportunity."
Several people around also made noises.
Obviously, they regard this seven-story sword tower as a treasure storage object.
Han Muye pondered for a moment, nodded, then flew forward, raised his hand to draw out the sword from the sword box, and stabbed it out.
The sword's light was quite bright, and the power it showed was similar to those of those people.
They are all the power of becoming gods.
The eight people looked at each other with expressions of relief on their faces.
"Everyone, please work harder. If a few more people come, the treasure may not be enough to be divided." The Taoist who spoke before said as he quickly thrust out the sword in his hand.
Others have increased their speed and power by three points.
In fact, if the seven-layered sword tower can be destroyed with this method, the sword pavilion will not be able to become the leader of the swordsmanship in the three heavens.
The swords of the eight of them were in front of the sword tower, just competing with the remaining power of the formation lingering outside the sword tower.
In the eyes of these eight people, they thought they were breaking the defense of the sword tower.
Han Muye thrust out his sword, and a trace of immortal lines that were difficult for outsiders to see flashed on the sword's edge. The sword's edge passed through the cyan stream of light, and a trace of immortal lines hit the sword tower.
At the lowest level of the sword tower, a faint spiritual light rose.
This spiritual light is so weak that no one cares about it.
Han Muye thrust out his sword, then sheathed it and used another sword move.
A nine-story sword tower can be refined, and a seven-story sword tower can be refined to make it easy to navigate.
The sword light penetrated into the sword tower, and the bottom of the sword tower began to slowly light up.
In the opinion of several others, Han Muye was deliberately hiding his identity and strength before he could perform various sword skills.
These sword skills are not advanced, nor are they powerful.
They were also happy to see Han Muye hiding it. After all, when this kind of treasure is unlocked, whoever contributes more will definitely have more opportunities in the end.
No one said anything, they just waved their swords in silence.
Unknowingly, the third floor of the sword tower was already lit up.
Everyone was even more delighted, immersed themselves in swinging their swords, and the express delivery was faster.
"Buzz——"
The fourth floor of the sword tower lights up.
The expression of the Taoist who was wielding his sword changed and he shouted in a low voice: "Hurry, someone is coming."
There are people, not one person.
Dozens of figures flew over.
These people have shining auras and are obviously strong men.
Most of them are intertwined with the power of heaven and earth, and are protected by the power of cause and effect.
Half Saint.
The eight god-transforming sword cultivators held their swords in their hands and turned around to look at these powerful men who were flying in.
Their strength is unstoppable.
Fighting for treasures is not a treat.
Treasure or life? In many cases, it is not a multiple-choice question, but a must-choice question.
Must die.
But at this time, Han Muye didn't look back, he just waved the sword in his hand gently, and the sword light hit the sword tower one after another.
The fourth floor of the sword tower lit up, and he already had control over most of the sword tower.
With no outsiders to rob him, he has become the master of this sword tower and only needs to slowly refine it.
At most, he won't be able to use the full power of the sword tower for the time being.
"boom--"
There was a roar, and a sword of a hundred feet slashed down from a distance.
Those semi-saints and powerful gods all looked ugly and did not dare to turn around.
Their figures flashed and flew away again.
gone.
A trace of confusion flashed across the faces of the eight sword cultivators standing with their swords in hand.
Leaving now?
"It's the Shadow Emperor!" Someone whispered.
The light of the sword dissipated, and three faceless secret guards appeared, and then a figure slowly appeared. If it wasn't Shadow Heavenly Lord Zhao Zhenghe, who was it?
"Seven-story sword tower?" Zhao Zhenghe was slightly startled when he saw the sword tower wrapped in green light.
As the Heavenly Lord of the Immortal Origin World, it is natural that he would not be unaware of the Sword Pavilion.
This seven-story sword pavilion is a treasure, and even the sword pavilion is only in the hands of a few powerful people.
After taking this seven-story sword pavilion, whether you practice on your own or go to the sword pavilion to exchange for treasures, it is a good choice.
Zhao Zhenghe took a step forward.
The eight swordsmen's faces turned pale and they all took a step back.
The only one who didn't move was Han Muye.
Han Muye was still facing the sword pavilion, waving the sword in his hand.
Zhao Zhenghe took another step, and the eight swordsmen looked ugly, quickly stepped away, and flew away.
Want treasure or life?
Of course it's fatal.
Zhao Zhenghe chuckled lightly, his eyes falling on the back of Han Muye who was still wielding his sword.
Seeing the sword box in white clothes, he frowned.
"when--"
The sword pavilion shook, and the fifth layer of light shone.
"Why, Shadow Heavenly Lord doesn't go hunting for treasures because he is interested in my sword pavilion?"
Han Muye didn't look back, and stabbed out the sword in his hand again.
Zhao Zhenghe froze.
Han Muye.
Let's just say this back view is familiar.
He glanced at the sword pavilion shining with green light, with a trace of regret on his face.
The stuff is good, but it's a pity...
There was no way he could compete with Han Muye for the treasure.
Not to mention the opportunity that Han Muye gave him as a gift before, let's just say that Han Muye was someone he couldn't see through.
The Shadow Emperor is always cautious and does not do anything he is not sure of.
"Excuse me, Prime Minister Han."
Zhao Zhenghe laughed, attracted the faceless secret guard, and left directly.
He triggered the sound of wind and thunder, roared and exploded, and vented all his energy on the guys running ahead.
Han Muye shook his head with a smile, the sword in his hand was shining brightly, and he stabbed forward with a sword.
"boom--"
Outside the sword tower, the spiritual light scattered.
The seven-story sword tower vibrates and flashes, and the sword energy roars.