If it were somewhere else, and so many treasures appeared, they would definitely be robbed in the next moment.
But at this time, the treasure light shone in front of Han Muye, but no one made a move to grab it.
If you want to grab it, you must have the strength!
Bai Yuming and Sun Jiusheng, the elites of the last three days, both honestly brought treasures for trade. Yesterday, two semi-sage cultivators died here with a sword.
The reputation of ninth on the Heavenly Ranking was achieved with a sword.
If you are confident that you can beat the ninth one on the Heavenly Ranking, then go for it.
I don't see anyone here who has the guts so far.
In one day, the place where Han Muye was was crowded with people.
Thousands of various treasures are suspended. If you need them, just come forward and exchange them for the treasures in your hands.
If one treasure in your hand is not worth enough, just two.
In fact, with this method of exchange, many high-value treasures are exchanged, and all that remains are lower-value treasures.
But Han Muye didn't care.
Except for quietly exchanging a few useful items, he never touched it at other times.
These practitioners exchanged treasures on their own. If they found something suitable, they would take it away directly. If they didn't see anything suitable, they would stay around and watch.
Many people also began to trade privately.
"This, this, he's not dead yet..." When the Taoist who landed in front of Han Muye looked up, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He was one of the eight sword cultivators who wielded their swords with Han Muye and others to break the Sevenfold Sword Pavilion.
He thought that Han Muye had been killed by the Shadow God long ago, but he didn't expect that he would actually start a trading business here.
"Death? This person is number nine on the Heavenly Ranking, Prime Minister Tianxuan Han. Who do you think can kill him within a radius of three thousand miles?"
A cultivator in black robes raised his head and looked at the treasures that were flashing with light.
"No, I have to find another treasure to replace this Five Elements Sapphire."
His words made the Sword Bearer's eyes sparkle.
He also has a treasure that he likes.
…
Three days later, a ten-mile radius surrounding Han Muye's location had become a trading market.
The treasures in front of Han Muye were much less.
Seven days later, Han Muye was left with only a hundred treasures spinning in front of him.
The city outside him has expanded to thirty miles.
But most of the real treasures and real masters have left.
Basically all the treasures in the Shenting treasury have been searched, and many practitioners who have obtained important treasures have also quietly escaped.
At this time, instead, practitioners from the previous Future Divine Court Treasure House poured in to trade various treasures.
The treasures in the Shenting's treasure house, even if they are scraps, are rare and precious things that are hard to find.
Many people also brought their own collections.
This time, the place where the sealed Shenting treasure house was opened became a specially opened trading place.
Ten days later, Han Muye stood up and left. Before leaving, he announced that the place where the Divine Court Treasure House was opened will be used as a neutral place for Taoist disputes and will be used exclusively for trading.
Anyone who dares to take action here, or even in the void a hundred thousand miles around this place, will be the enemy of Tianxuan and Han Muye.
I don’t know if anyone dared to take action. When Han Muye finished speaking and left, the whole city cheered.
Han Muye flew away without looking back, but with a trace of emotion on his face.
These ant-like practitioners practice with all their strength, cheer for their own improvement every bit, and work hard for each treasure.
But they don't know that if the heaven and the earth fall, everyone will die.
There is great power behind them, and a single thought can determine their life or death.
All their practices, all their efforts, their joys, angers, sorrows and joys are meaningless in front of the Almighty.
There was a trace of fighting spirit surging in Han Muye's body.
Don't be an ant.
Flying out of the closed area, Han Muye went directly to Tianxuan World without stopping.
His speed was extremely fast, but he was already tens of thousands of miles away in just a hundred breaths.
But his sword light suddenly stopped.
In front of him, there was a spiritual light that turned into a light curtain.
Not only in front of him, but also around him, his surroundings were filled with spiritual light.
"boom--"
In the void, a roaring sound resounded.
"Xuanji, are you going to betray my fairy spirit?" There was a long shout, mixed with anger.
Swing without worries.
The number one person in the fairy world and the second strongest person in the Heavenly Ranking.
Monk Xuanji, the second-ranked master in the fairy world, is also in the realm of saints, but his cultivation and combat power are ranked behind fifty on the heavenly list.
Ranking on the Heavenly Ranking, taking combat power and strength into consideration, the Buddhist sect behind the mystery is not strong in the land of Taoism. He has the cultivation of a saint, but does not have the combat power of a saint.
"Dang Wuyou, it's a treasure house of the divine palace. We in the fairy world haven't even had a few sips of soup."
"The fairy world will only be in ruins in your hands."
There was coldness in Xuanji's voice.
"boom--"
In the void, there was another roaring sound.
Han Muye slowly recovered his mind and his eyes fell on the light curtain in front of him.
This is the formation method used by top monks.
"Does this count as killing the donkey?" Han Muye said softly as he stood there.
When Dang Wuyou had information about the Divine Court Treasure House, he was number two on the Heavenly List and the Lord of the Immortals, and no one dared to offend him.
But as soon as the Shenting treasure house was opened and the treasures were searched, someone immediately started to attack Dang Wuyou.
On the other hand, Han Muye hosted a treasure exchange in the closed town, and no one stopped him.
At this time, outside the closed area, he was intercepted and killed.
He said that this was an attempt to kill the donkey, but it was better to say that someone had an idea and wanted to seize the dominance of the immortals and Tianxuan.
In the past, people from outside the world didn't care about their fights, whether they were immortals or Tianxuan.
What they were waiting for was the opening of the Divine Court Treasure House.
Now that the treasures are clearly divided, how can the elite and strong men who hold the treasures in their hands be willing to have no say in the land of Dao disputes?
It's better to hold the power of the two contending parties in your hands and fight with all your strength. Maybe you will also have a chance to become enlightened!
The opportunity of Dao Zheng, which was previously looked down upon, has become a fragrant steamed bun now that the treasure house has been divided.
On the other hand, if they don't take action, maybe the immortals and Tianxuan will take action, right?
The powerful men from all sides who have obtained the treasure and whose cultivation and combat power are about to increase rapidly will definitely be the targets of Tianxuan and Xianling to fight for and suppress them.
Either form an alliance with these two parties, or be hunted down.
They just took one step early to gain the upper hand.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Han Muye admitted that he himself had such thoughts.
He returned to Tianxuan this time just to mobilize an army and sweep across the void.
Huang Laoliu said that although he would not use all the methods, he would also use some of them.
For example, before the final battle of the Taoist war, gather more strength.
"Baiyun Temple."
"Xuanling Dao Sect."
"Original Ming Sword Sect."
"Lingling Taoism."
"They are all the great sects of the Immortal Source World, and they really think highly of me, Han Muye."
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light, he looked around and spoke softly.
As he pointed out, figures appeared outside the surrounding light curtain.
"Han Muye, my senior brother Su Qi of Baiyun Temple fell in your hands. Today is the time to understand our grudges."
An old man wearing a yellow Taoist robe stepped forward with one step. The light curtain in front of him flashed, revealing a hint of chill, as if Han Muye was blocked by freezing.
Behind him, dozens of major cultivators with intertwined auras were equally filled with murderous intent.
The other parties did not speak, but they pressed down on the light curtain, seemingly wanting to freeze Han Muye. No explanation was needed.
Han Muye is the Prime Minister of Tianxuan and one of the main leaders of Tianxuan.
If he dies here or is captured and killed, it will be a major blow to Tianxuan.
"Icy Spirit-Sealing Array?"
"Do you not want to kill me, but want to capture me and take me to the Tianxuan World in exchange for benefits?" Han Muye looked at the surrounding light screen with a smile on his face.
A living Han Muye is worth more than a dead one.
Although Tianxuan's side is much weaker, Tianxuan became extremely rich and had previously obtained wealth from a divine court treasure house.
It would be good to capture Han Muye and exchange for sufficient benefits, or directly obtain Tianxuan's authority to take charge.
"Of course a living Prime Minister Han is worth more than a dead one." Someone laughed in front of him.
"Besides, aren't you, Prime Minister Han, the best at fishing? How do you feel about using yourself as bait this time?"
As soon as he said this, there was laughter all around.
Use Han Muye as bait to catch those strong men from the Tianxuan side who want to come to the rescue.
Since Han Muye's identity is here, it is impossible for Tianxuan's side not to save him.
"boom--"
In the distance, the roar of Wuyou was heard.
At this moment, the leaders of Tianxuan and Xianling were surrounded and killed at the same time.
In the void, those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle all had their thoughts down and were concentrating on it.
In this round, whether it is Dang Wuyou or Han Muye, as long as one person dies, the general trend of the entire Taoist land will change.
"Dang Wuyoukong has a name on the heavenly list, I'm afraid it's hard to support it." Someone whispered from his spiritual mind.
"Indeed, Xuanji's betrayal, thirteen half-saints, and two saints surrounded him and killed him. Even if Dang Wuyou's abilities were higher than those of his level, he still wouldn't be able to escape." Someone agreed.
The situation is clear.
Not to mention that Dang Wuyou is just the leader of a small world outside the Immortal Source World. Even the leader of a large sect in the Immortal Source World cannot escape from being surrounded by such forces.
At this point, it was obvious that Dang Wuyou could only manage to hold on.
It was only a matter of time before he was surrounded and killed.
"What about Han Muye?" someone asked, curiosity revealed in his thoughts.
This question has not been answered for a long time.
"Baiyunguan, Xuanling Dao Sect, and several other major sects took action. In this round, the power to surround and kill Han Muye was ten times that of Dang Wuyou."
"If Han Muye can escape from this situation, it can only be said that he is truly the chosen one..." Someone whispered.
The power Han Muye has always shown is not super strong, but he has too many opportunities.
There are so many that even these Taoist ancestors dare not draw conclusions easily.
"Buzz——"
The frost hit in front of Han Muye and turned into an ice wall three feet away.
Sure enough, they wanted to capture Han Muye, not kill him now.
Looking at the increasingly thick ice wall around him, Han Muye shook his head gently.
He originally wanted to give these people a chance.
Hiding it like this and letting these people show the power behind them is the best choice.
But now he can't.
Tens of thousands of miles away is the Fangshi that he finally built, which is a neutral place in the battle between Taoism and Taoism.
He just said, no action is allowed within a radius of 100,000 miles.
This was a slap in Han Muye's face.
Anyone who slaps him in the face can only be slapped back with difficulty.
There was killing intent in his eyes, and the Sevenfold Sword Pavilion appeared behind Han Muye.
When the sword pavilion appeared, everyone was stunned.
Those Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle were shaken by their spiritual thoughts.
This Han Muye turned out to be a member of the Sword Pavilion, a great swordsman in charge of the Sevenfold Sword Pavilion!
"Be careful, he is from Jiange. Fight quickly and don't hold back!" A Taoist shouted outside the light screen.
"Take action, there are many strong men from the sword pavilion here, they will definitely come to the rescue!" On the other side, the speaker directly raised his hand and shot a cold spear through the light curtain and hit the ice wall.
The ice wall pressed down quickly.
The divine light in Han Muye's eyes was intense, and outside the seven-story sword pavilion behind him, the nine-story sword pavilion quietly condensed.
But on the ninth floor of the sword pavilion, he was the only one who saw it, and even the Heavenly Lord couldn't see it at all.
"sword."
Whispering in his mouth, the long sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.
"kill."
The sword pointed forward, and the sword light emerged from the sword tower behind him, turning into an endless dragon.
The power of the sword pavilion is to gather thousands of swords into one.
This is similar to Wan Jian returning to his clan.
The ice wall is in front and cannot stop the dragon with the long sword.
The formation formed by nearly a hundred strong men was shattered with one sword!
"boom--"
The world shook, and the ice wall shattered and the cold light exploded thousands of miles away.
The long dragon roared with a sword chant that resounded throughout the world.
The Dragon of Sword Light swept across and swung its long tail, causing the surrounding light curtain to collapse.
That's all.
What kind of master of the Three-Day Sect, what kind of powerful Immortal Formation Dao master, what kind of saint, what kind of semi-saint, it’s just one blow!
This is the strength of the ninth one on the Heavenly Ranking, the Exalted Immortal of Swordsmanship, and the Prime Minister of Tianxuan Han!
He has been in hiding for forty years and has never really taken action since the time of the Taoist War. Until today, the power of Han Muye's sword shook the world thousands of miles away!
At this moment, those powerful deities hiding behind lowered their spiritual thoughts.
"Impossible. There are several sword cultivators of this level in the Seven-story Sword Pavilion in the upper three days. I have never seen anyone with such a dominating sword..." Some of the Taoists standing outside the light curtain spoke in confusion.
Not just him, this question is a question on everyone's mind.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Han Muye's sword is far more powerful than it should be.
The Sevenfold Sword Pavilion had such fighting power, and that sword pavilion had already been unified for three days.
In the distance, Bai Yuming, who was originally flying away, changed his expression and flew away.
Around him, other sword cultivators also turned around and left.
The power of the sword pavilion.
That is the power of our swordsmanship. If there is a sword pavilion with the same sect to fight with others, it is natural to go there.
It's just that they don't know who the person being besieged and killed is.
Han Muye broke the formation with a sword, and the aura on his body became stronger and more solid.
Now that this sword has been released, there is no need to hold back.
On his body, the sword light slowly turned into a ray of light.
"He has murderous intentions!"
"One full blow, if we can't stop it, we will all die!"
"Sword cultivator kills with intent, fight to the death, fight to the death!"
In an instant, sword light, spiritual light, formations, talismans, every great monk went all out.
The void around Han Muye was directly shattered, and a hundred feet in radius turned into a spiritual black hole.
This is the result of the explosion being so powerful that even the space here cannot accommodate it.
Even Dao Ancestor couldn't stop such a blow!
There is no way anyone in this world can block this blow!
At this moment, the great powers outside the world witnessed Dao Ancestor, and the strong men around him all stared closely at Han Muye, who was wrapped in a black void.
Death is certain.
What a pity for such a talented man.
Originally he could have survived.
Things in this world are truly impermanent.
Everyone had this emotion in their hearts.
No one expected that such a great swordsman, a genius who was in charge of the general situation, would fall here like this.
Bai Yuming looked at Han Muye, who was wrapped in a black halo from a distance, with a complicated look on his face.
He admired Han Muye.
Whether it is Han Muye's swordsmanship or his attitude in conducting treasure transactions, they are all manifestations of a truly strong man.
Such a strong man of our sect with excellent mental talent, never expected that he would eventually perish here.
"Pity……"
Bai Yuming whispered.
In the void in the distance, magic light vibrates.
The Great Sage.
It's a pity that even if the Great Sage comes, he won't be able to rescue him.
Hundreds of powerful men from the Immortal Source World took action together, and the gathered power has shattered the void. Who can save this power?
Zhao Zhenghe, who was hiding not far away, looked complicated.
He held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand but made no move.
He is self-aware.
Countless spiritual thoughts intertwined in the void, almost causing the spiritual energy to vibrate, and all the Taoist ancestors who witnessed the Taoist struggle screamed.
"It's a pity that Han Muye is the strongest genius I have ever seen." Someone whispered regretfully.
"Haha, no matter how strong a genius is, he still needs to be alive. Haven't we seen enough geniuses yet?" Someone sneered.
"If he can still survive this time, this Taoist ancestor—fuck me!"
"what is that!"
"Crazy, what did I see..."
"This sword, this sword..."
Under everyone's attention, Han Muye stabbed out a sword from his hand.
The sword light had a hint of cyan.
The sword's edge glowed with light.
The sword caused the surrounding auras to flash, seeming to break through the confinement of heaven and earth and the suppression of the black hole.
But how powerful can this light sword be?
Indeed, this sword has no power.
This sword only contains a trace of the power of time!
The sword light flashes and time goes back!
With a sword thrust out, the void was restored, with a radius of a hundred feet, and all attacks were retreated to the point where the void was not broken.
Han Muye held a sword in his hand, walked slowly, walked out of the fixed attack range, and then stood a hundred feet away.
"boom--"
Time freeze ends.
Everything is as before.
The only thing that changed was that Han Muye was standing a hundred feet away, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.