This was not the first time Han Muye had seen the fairy world.
Among the several treasures passed down from the fairy world, he has seen what the fairy world looks like.
Immortal energy is lingering, and the ground is filled with immortals and Buddhas.
But those are all kinds of memory images, and after all, they are different from the personal experience at this time.
Immortal Qi, the thread that penetrates the body and has the power to tear through the meridians is the Immortal Qi.
Different from absorbing the stored immortal energy in the mortal world, when these immortal energy enters the body, it directly circulates in the meridians of the body, stimulating the power of the blood vessels throughout the body.
Moreover, Han Muye discovered that these immortal energy flowing in the meridians can bring unique power to the immortal energy even without the use of martial arts.
This trace of power will quietly change the body, meridians, and soul.
This is a power that is completely higher than spiritual energy, and the difference is not even an order of magnitude.
The power contained in a trace of immortal energy can be a hundred times that of the same amount of spiritual energy.
No wonder the fairy world exists above the ordinary world of cultivation, and countless practitioners want to ascend to the fairy world.
Practicing with the immortal energy in the immortal world can indeed make people reborn and have stronger power.
Who is not obsessed with power?
"Buzz——"
Han Muye was surrounded by a faint fairy light.
The big man leading the way quietly turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, he is a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect. Before, he only completed tasks in the lower realm.
If you are not a person in the immortal world, how can you directly stimulate the power of immortality?
"You don't have a good flying sword?" Han Muye moved, walked side by side with the black-armored man, and spoke loudly.
The big man's face flashed, and when he saw the sword light under Han Muye's feet, his eyes were filled with envy: "If I am to report back to the young master, I am only a guard of the Sword Sect's outer sect, so how can I use a good sword..."
The sword under Han Muye's feet was a high-quality magical sword, and it was capable of speed-transformation. Just pouring a little spiritual energy into it could show rapid speed.
Han Muye had just tested it. After switching to the immortal energy running in his body, the sword's escape speed instantly increased by more than ten times, and the feeling of obstruction that originally came from it also disappeared.
The power of spiritual energy in the fairy world is too suppressed by the power of the world, and its power is reduced by more than ten times, and it is difficult to replenish it.
This is quite a problem.
The power of one's own spiritual energy has become a consumable. Use less and less, and the power of immortal energy is only absorbed in a small amount for the time being. It is equivalent to a low-level practitioner who has just started to practice.
No, Immortal Cultivator.
Han Muye was a little curious as to how much immortal energy the two clones of the Endless Heavenly Lord and the water spirit of the Spirit-armored Demon Tribe possessed and could support being hunted.
As for himself, he is not in a hurry. He has a huge reserve of immortal energy.
"Here, this sword is given to you. Give me your broken sword." Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and the low-grade spiritual weapon level sword at the foot of the black-armored man flew into his hand.
In his hand, a long sword, a high-grade spiritual weapon, flew out.
The big man in black armor grabbed the sword, his face full of surprise.
A sword with a high-grade spiritual weapon is worth a hundred times as much as one's own low-grade spiritual weapon.
"Du Sanzhen, thank you for the reward, young master." The big man bowed to Han Muye gratefully.
"Hurry up and refine it." Han Muye waved his hand and held the big man's sword with an indifferent expression on his face, waving his hand impatiently.
From Du Sanzhen's point of view, it was clear that he disliked his flight for being too slow.
As expected, he was a major disciple of the Immortal Sect. Just because his escape speed was slow, he was directly rewarded with a high-grade spiritual weapon!
He quickly grasped the long sword and activated the immortal energy in his body to refine it. He did not care that the connection between him and the long sword that he had refined for countless years disappeared.
Disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect have many means to cut off the connection between themselves and their swords.
He was focused on quickly refining the long sword in his hand, and did not think about why Han Muye, a major disciple of the sect, exchanged swords with him and why he severed his connection with the long sword.
Han Muye held the sword in his hand and discovered that the long sword contained a trace of fairy energy.
His own immortal energy circulated, and the sword intention poured into it, destroying the idea in the long sword. All the memories in it were displayed in his mind like running water.
The sword is named Changming and is made from pure iron. Wanjie gold is added to it and it is refined using the method of returning the three original elements to their positions.
The sword is three feet and two inches long and weighs nine kilograms. The edge of the sword is engraved with spiritual patterns.
This surprised Han Muye.
He originally thought that the swords in the fairy world should all be carved with immortal patterns, but he didn't expect them to be just spiritual patterns in the world of ordinary practice.
The immortal treasure passed down from the immortal world in his own hand, the most precious treasure, is actually carved with immortal patterns.
But he also understands that the immortal energy consumed by the immortal pattern is too much.
The power of spiritual patterns is not as good as that of immortal patterns, but it is better because it is driven by immortal energy and consumes very little. It is suitable for low-level practitioners.
From the Changming Sword, Han Muye finally gained a sufficient understanding of the spiritual world of immortality.
There are several large sects in this Immortal Realm that are jointly in charge, including the Xuanling Sword Sect and the Blood War Sect that currently controls the lower realm.
The immortal world is vast, with a radius of countless billions of miles. Practitioners rarely go out of their own area. If they want to go far away, they are connected through teleportation arrays.
But for golden elixir practitioners like Du Sanzhen, they simply cannot afford the immortal spirit stones for the teleportation array.
Low-level practitioners in the immortal world are also in the three realms of heaven, earth, and human, but they practice immortal energy. Getting started is more difficult than practicing spiritual energy in the lower world, and there are fewer practitioners.
In this way, the Immortal Realm is vast, sparsely populated, and rich in resources. Basically, all the sects gather around the mountain gate and abandon the wilderness.
Those wastelands have become a paradise for all kinds of fairy and monster beasts.
The so-called outer sect disciples like Du Sanzhen attached themselves to a large sect, and then took on various conquest missions to earn fairy spirit stones to practice.
In the fairy world, there are many such casual cultivators.
Du Sanzhen's knowledge of cultivation was limited to this place called Yuze State, and the strongest people he met were only a few masters of the Human Immortal Realm.
Among them was a Yuzezhou garrison disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
The guard disciple of the Sword Sect named Wang Minghe took action in the wasteland and killed a peak-level monster with three swords.
Comprehend the swordsmanship of the Xuanling Sword Sect, and listen to the wind while listening to the wind.
Although it was only three moves, Han Muye had roughly figured out the trajectory of Xuanling Sword Sect's swordsmanship.
Coupled with the two sets of Xuanling Sword Sect's basic swordsmanship that Du Sanzhen exchanged for mission rewards, Han Muye could really display the Xuanling Sword Sect's swordsmanship at this time.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Du Sanzhen refined the sword a few times, his flight speed became several times faster.
Han Muye followed him, not hastily or slowly, as if he was wandering in a courtyard, which made Du Sanzhen admire him even more.
Along the way, Han Muye continued to digest some of the information found in Du Sanzhen's sword.
The fairy world is too big, and all kinds of low-level information are intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
But because of this, he can easily make up sources about his origins, his swordsmanship, etc.
"Buzz——"
Du San flashed his sword in front, and Han Muye followed him, stopping above a small hill with scattered pavilions.
Various sword rays can be seen flying around, and spells are floating in the air.
Du Sanzhen took out a jade tablet in his hand, and poured a touch of immortal energy into it. Within a moment, three sword lights flew down.
This sword light is fast and the immortal energy is clear.
The person in charge was wearing a green half-armor, with a long sword on his back that was shining through. His bun on his head was tied with a wooden hairpin, and his chin was slightly bearded. He looked to be in his forties, and he was in a state of cultivation, at least in the heavenly realm.
Behind him were two young men with vigilant faces, both carrying long swords and glowing with a faint green light.
"Disciple of this sect?" The forty-year-old sword cultivator glanced at the jade plaque in Du Sanzhen's hand, and then looked at Han Muye who was following closely behind.
Han Muye had a faint sword light on his body and was surrounded by green energy.
But based on this alone, it cannot be concluded that he is a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
Du Sanzhen turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded, and a green sword light appeared around him.
This time, the sword light not only carries the secret mark of being a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect, but also the blessing of the Xuanling Sword Sect's basic swordsmanship.
Sure enough, as soon as the sword light appeared, the expressions on the faces of the three people in front of them softened a lot.
The middle-aged swordsman nodded and said loudly: "My name is Wang Jintai, the guard of the Sword Sect stationed in Fuliao Wasteland."
"I can't determine your identity based on this mark alone. Come with me."
He moved and turned around to see a towering green four-story attic below.
Sword Pavilion, or Sword Tower.
It was the same sword tower inherited from the Shangtian Domain Sword Pavilion, but it was slightly changed in shape.
This sword tower looks more aggressive, not just for hiding swords like on Jiuxuan Mountain.
For Xuanling Sword Sect disciples, the sword tower is their own dojo and their own sword domain.
Entering the sword domain of an outsider's dojo, it is impossible to break through it unless you use ten times the strength.
Of course, if you are one of your own, you won't worry about danger.
Han Muye did not hesitate, and with a movement of his body, he flew directly down from the sword tower.
One of the two young swordsmen followed Fei Luo directly, and the other turned to look at Du Sanzhen: "Whether you are a disciple of our sect or not, the reward for your mission will not be less."
After saying that, before Du Sanzhen bowed happily, he left directly.
Before Han Muye flew down to the sword tower, he stepped in and immediately felt the power of the sword penetrating into his body.
There is also the exploration of Sisi’s soul power.
Fortunately, whether it was the sword intention or the divine soul, they were all divided at the first touch and did not cause any counterattack from Han Muye's body.
The middle-aged swordsman king Jin Taili stood in front of the sword pavilion, staring at Han Muye, holding a blue light sword in his hand.
"My sword sect recognizes the sword first, and then recognizes the person."
He looked at the young swordsman coming from behind Han Muye and nodded slightly.
"Zhang Yunji came to ask for advice."
The long sword is unsheathed and the sword follows the person.
After all, he is a disciple of a large sect. This sword has just come out, causing the sound of wind and thunder, and it is already quite impressive.
Immortal swordsmanship techniques also focus on artistic conception.
"Wind and thunder?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and unsheathed the long sword in the sword case behind his back.
He did not turn around, but the long sword attracted a trace of cyan immortal energy, turned upside down, and hit the cloud waves and sword light surging from behind.
Wind and thunder swordsmanship is one of the basic swordsmanship of Xuanling Sword Sect.
One of the two basic swordsmanships practiced by Du Sanzhen is the Sword of Wind and Thunder.
When he was waiting for the weak space in the wasteland before, he used the wind and thunder sword to activate the power of the formation.
"Bang——"
The swords struck each other, causing a muffled sound of thunder.
"What a move!" Zhang Yunji's eyes lit up, and he turned the sword in his hand to the left, making an arc and revealing a golden thunder light.
Han Muye still didn't look back.
The sword advanced three points, but the sword in his hand did not move at all.
Wang Jintai in front had a cold light flashing in his eyes.
This made Zhang Yunji frown, and the sword in his hand was three points faster.
Just when the sword was handed three feet behind Han Muye, Han Muye's sword finally moved.
"Buzz——"
People follow the sword, and the breeze is with them!
This sword also has the sound of wind and thunder, but it is like the breeze, and the sword shines with thunder.
"Stab-"
The long sword in Han Muye's hand came into contact with Zhang Yunji's long sword. Zhang Yunji was shocked and took a step back. Han Muye used his strength to become twice as fast and appeared behind Zhang Yunji in a flash.
His sword was pressed three inches against Zhang Yunji's vest.
In an instant, the icy sword intent penetrated his body, and Zhang Yunji felt his vest was wet with sweat.
The space in the fairy world is countless times more stable than the ordinary world, and the speed of practitioners is also greatly suppressed.
The speed that Han Muye showed just now is something that Zhang Yunji will never be able to achieve even if he practices for hundreds of years.
He is an eighth-level cultivator of the Golden Core.
It was obvious that Han Muye was at least in the Heaven realm.
"Yes, it will take at least a hundred years for Feng Lei Dong to cultivate to this speed." Wang Jintai nodded in front and watched Han Muye put away his sword. As he spoke, he raised his hand to signal Han Muye to come with him.
Han Muye stepped forward and when he passed by Zhang Yunji, he said softly: "Your cloud thunder guide should be three minutes slower to fully charge the power of the cloud thunder."
Han Muye's words shocked Wang Jintai in front of him.
Zhang Yunji's shoulders trembled, and he pondered for a moment to calculate. Surprise flashed across his face, and he bowed and said, "Thank you, senior, for your advice."
Walking into the sword tower, the layout is different from the common sword tower. There is less storage of swords and more distribution of various formation platforms.
This is obviously a sword tower used as a means of attack and killing, not to store swords.
Wang Jintai turned around in front of the long case and said with a smile: "I don't know the name of my junior brother. Which sect does he come from?"
Calling him Junior Brother naturally recognizes Han Muye's identity as a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
The strength that Han Muye showed just now was a heaven-level battle strength, which was weaker than Wang Jin's. Looking at the energy and age, he was also younger than him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Han Muye has met senior brother." Han Muye cupped his hands and said loudly: "I came from the Xuntian Hall."
Having said this, he paused, with a look of regret on his face: "I am a trial disciple accepted by Master. I only know that Master came from Xantian Hall, but I don't know my name."
"Master died in the mortal world, and used a teleportation formation to send me to the fairy world at the critical moment."
From the memories of Du Sanzhen's sword and Guan Dongyun's token in the Wenxin Palace, Han Muye knew the inheritance rules of the Xuanling Sword Sect. Only disciples need to be recognized by their master before they can be accepted into the sect.
Registered trial disciples are not qualified to know the name of their master.
Moreover, the Xuantian Hall is the hall with the highest combat power of the Xuanling Sword Sect, and there are eighteen hall masters from the Guangtian Fairyland.
The Xuntian Hall was in charge of killing and conquering, and the damage was also huge.
Many powerful men have died outside, and there has been no news for countless years.
"Xuntian Hall..." Wang Jintai showed a trace of regret on his face and said softly: "I also wanted to join the Xuntian Hall back then, but unfortunately, I failed the test."
After their identity was recognized, the two chatted again, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
Although Han Muye showed that he was not very familiar with the fairy world, his insights on swordsmanship and some secrets about Xuanling Sword Sect and Xantian Hall made Wang Jintai's eyes brighten.
It was obvious that Han Muye's master was not an ordinary disciple in Xantian Hall.
Of course, being able to activate the teleportation array and send disciples back to the fairy world itself shows that his status is extraordinary.
"Junior Brother Han, although your identity has been recognized, you still need to participate in the trial to be recognized as a disciple of the sect."
"The trial takes place in Yunlu City, which is 80 million miles away. The sword flying escape requires traveling through the entire Fuliao Wasteland."
Wang Jintai looked at Han Muye and said softly: "The wilderness is dangerous, why don't you stay here temporarily and wait until there are more people before going."
Han Muye nodded, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Everything is at the discretion of senior brother."
Having said this, he raised his hand, and a green long sword from the sword box behind his back flew into his palm.
This is a magic sword, only one level lower than the middle-grade magic weapon behind Wang Jintai.
"Junior brother is here for the first time, so this sword is a meeting gift for him."
A magic sword!
This meeting gift is a very important gift to Wang Jintai.
Wang Jintai showed joy on his face, took the long sword, hesitated, and handed out a two-foot dagger.
You can't always just accept a meeting gift without giving it away.
Whether it is the fairy world or the spiritual world, the rules for dealing with people are generally the same.
"Although my sword is only a middle-grade spiritual weapon, it represents my identity."
"Within a million miles radius, Junior Brother can be guaranteed to travel unimpeded."
Han Muye smiled and took the sword.
It doesn't matter whether he can move smoothly or not, what he wants is the memory contained in this sword.