After entering the cave, what do you mean by still being free?
Entering the cave is certainly not freedom.
What if we banish the void even to the cave and sky, and there is no more restraint?
In everyone's eyes, Han Muye slowly turned around after knocking those strange beasts into the cave.
The sword in his hand is incomparably bright.
The long sword is pointed at the pale Wanshou Immortal.
"You, you have the blood of a mythical beast."
"You, you are related to those remnants of the ancient times."
"You, the Bitter Immortal Realm——"
Just now in the space of the four elephant seals, the soul of the Longevity Immortal saw many things.
These are Han Muye's secrets.
Therefore, Han Muye did not give Wanshou Tianxian a chance to say more.
Since the bloodlines of two divine beasts have been revealed, the Longevity Immortal must die.
The murderous intention condensed into substance, the sword edge flashed, and the green sword light tore through the void, directly striking the Longevity Immortal.
The Longevity Immortal was stunned, and his whole body was chopped into two halves, half dripping with blood, and the other half turned into nothingness.
The next moment, his body appeared thousands of feet away.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
Just as he started to speak, he suddenly paused and looked down at his chest.
At some point, the blade of a purple dagger pierced out of his chest.
The sword is thrust out of the chest?
He raised his head and looked at the cave sky above his head.
"You, how did you do it, put the sword into my, my, cave..."
This dagger was clearly thrown into the cave, and then suddenly thrust out when the Wanshou Celestial Immortal wasn't paying attention.
But for the owner of the cave, even a mosquito or fly can be discovered if it falls into it.
How could you not know about a sword?
The power of space!
The power of space that Wanshou Tianxian has always been completely unable to comprehend. Only this can hide his perception of the cave sky.
Let alone him, how many immortals in the world can control the power of space?
Only those powerful pseudo-immortals who come from the mortal world can possess the power of space.
False fairy?
False fairy!
The Wanshou Immortal turned her eyes to Han Muye and wanted to speak, but nothing came out.
He understood that the person in front of him was a false immortal, a false immortal who ascended from the mortal world.
This is the hidden figure of Xuanling Sword Sect.
He saw that the man in front of him had the blood of two divine beasts.
He wanted to tell all these secrets.
Unfortunately, his soul was broken.
All his memories were shattered.
It was impossible for Han Muye to let him reveal his secret.
In the sky, the cave sky roared.
Han Muye raised his hand and struck out with his sword, severing the connection between the Void Refining Cave and the Fangxian Realm.
Everyone watched as the illusory cave flashed and fell into the void.
A cave made by the Void Refining Celestial Immortal from the fragments of the ancient world just disappeared and fell into the void.
In the future, this cave will turn into a new world in the void.
But where and when it will appear, no one knows.
"Free." Han Muye looked at the dissolving world and whispered softly, feeling a vigorous power pouring into his body.
At this moment, the blood in his body was surging.
This is a mysterious feeling.
Because the prehistoric fragments have regained their freedom, because those prehistoric bloodlines have regained their freedom, his bloodline is stirring.
Not only him, but also the golden fire phoenix hidden by him had his blood throbbing, which seemed to have triggered an increase in the power of his blood.
This is the joy that comes from the depths of the blood.
"This is how fast you practice..."
Cultivation and sword practice, isn’t it just about doing whatever you want?
Turning around slowly, Han Muye looked down.
The Longevity Immortal has been beheaded, who else dares to stand in his way?
In a moment, the road ahead was clear.
In the rear, the pursuers dispersed.
"Walk."
Han Muye spoke loudly.
On the twelve flying boats, the children of the Murong family shouted and flew behind Han Muye in the flying boats.
Since you are no longer tolerated by Daozong, then leave.
Anyway, the order to punish the rebels has been issued, so we can go as far as we can.
Nearly ten thousand miles away, Han Muye guided the flying boat forward.
Starting from the beheading of the Wanshou Tianxian, he was intercepted step by step.
There are not many immortals, but half-step immortals and strong human immortals arrive almost like moths to the flame.
kill.
Now that the sword has been unsheathed, let's kill all the way!
Travel thousands of miles and kill thousands of armies.
Travel a hundred thousand miles and kill one immortal and five heavenly beings.
Travel a million miles and break through the formation of 100,000 Dao soldiers.
Three million miles ahead, four immortals surrounded him and killed him, but he defeated them with a single sword.
…
After defeating the siege and protecting the Murong family from the land of Daozong, the name of Yunlan Sword Immortal spread throughout hundreds of millions of miles.
Among the swordsmen in the world, is there really someone who upholds integrity and upholds righteousness, who is like a sword, and whose sword can prove his heart?
Can practicing swordsmanship really uphold the righteous path of heaven and earth?
Countless people are thinking, watching, and quietly following.
Cultivation in this world has always been for oneself. Is there really someone who can entrust my life to it?
Unknowingly, strange emotions were brewing among countless immortal cultivators.
Everyone wants to know whether this Sword Immortal can accomplish a feat that has never been accomplished by anyone in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal world.
Lead a family away from the rule of Yunlan Daozong.
Yunteng Wasteland is in sight.
Han Muye stopped.
"You have done your best to protect them here." A voice sounded in front of Han Muye.
A green-bearded Taoist wearing a green robe and a golden lotus crown stood in the sky in front of him and stepped forward.
In the void, spiritual light flashed, and countless golden lotuses and jade bamboos caressed it.
Golden lotus and jade bamboo, the pinnacle of heavenly beings.
This is a powerful man who is second only to the Golden Immortal and has reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal.
Such powerful people are the strongest beings in the immortal world who sit under the Golden Immortal.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, your ability to hold your sword upright is rare among the elites of the Xuanling Sword Sect. You will definitely have a place in the Sword Sect in the future."
The Taoist at the peak of Tianxian looked at Han Muye, with a calm and gentle expression on his face, and said softly: "I am a poor Taoist, Su Yunzi, and you are also good friends with Guan Dongyun, the master of the Xuntian Hall of the Sword Sect."
Having said this, he paused, shook his head and said, "Maybe you don't know the name of Guandong Yun."
Han Muye did not speak.
How could he not know Guandong Yun's name?
He still has in his hand the token of the Master of the Xuntian Hall left to him by Guan Dongyun.
Moreover, Han Muye had also seen Su Yunzi, who claimed to be Guandong Yun's friend, from Guandong Yun's memory.
Those are really good friends. If Su Yunzi hadn't framed him, how could he, as the master of Guandong Yunyi Palace, go to the mortal world to perform a mission, and be killed by Zhu Ling, a strong man from the Mo Luo clan, in counterattack?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Han Muye responded with silence, while Su Yunzi's smile did not diminish, he raised his hand and threw out a cyan invitation.
"This is an invitation to the elite conference of the Rain-Bending Immortal Realm three hundred years in the future. You, Han Wudi, are qualified to come."
"Only the top figures in this world are eligible to receive this invitation and send it to the next generation."
Han Muye reached out to catch the invitation and looked up at him.
Su Yunzi laughed, waved his hand, and said softly: "Go and retreat to Yunlan City in the Yunteng Wasteland for three hundred years. After three hundred years, you will soar into the sky. When the time comes, don't forget our friendship today, haha."
What is spiritual practice for?
Immortality.
Fame and fortune.
After traveling hundreds of millions of miles and protecting the Murong family with one sword, Han Muye gained fame and fortune.
At least in these billions of miles, all immortal cultivators know that Han Muye, the Yunlan Sword Immortal, has traveled hundreds of millions of miles to protect the Murong family on their way to the Yunteng Wasteland as a promise. Such a reputation is something that ordinary elites cannot achieve even if they fight for thousands of years.
Today, Daozong took out a precious invitation, giving Han Muye a chance to soar into the sky in three hundred years.
This is a real benefit.
Now that you have fame and fortune, it will be a hundred times easier than others to seek immortality in the future.
At this point, it's time to let go.
Murong Chi stood on the deck with a calm expression and completely undressed.
Behind him, all the Murong family disciples followed and arranged their robes.
Already outside the wasteland, the friendship between Yunlan Sword Immortal can no longer be taken care of.
With the peerless immortals and powerful men in front, they, the Murong family, cannot drag down Yunlan Sword Immortal.
"Senior Yunlan, I, the Murong family, can't thank you enough for traveling hundreds of millions of miles." Murong Chi raised his hand, and three treasures appeared in his palm.
One is the blue-black long sword he holds, the other is the sword held by the elders of the clan, and there is also a blue-gray ancient bell.
The three treasures are all fairy treasures.
This shows the profound heritage of the Murong family.
"My Murong family has no use for these three treasures, so I gave them to my seniors."
Murong Chi raised his hand and pushed the three treasures towards Han Muye.
A glimmer of light flashed in Su Yunzi's eyes, but he still did not speak.
Three treasures and one invitation.
Plus the previous golden hammer spirit treasure.
Han Muye gained a lot from this trip of support.
In the surrounding void, many divine thoughts revealed envy.
"You really have both fame and fortune..." someone whispered softly.
"Humph, you have both fame and fortune? Then you have to have this ability. Apart from Han Wudi, who outsider can protect the Murong family for hundreds of millions of miles?" Someone said coldly.
Han Wudi can kill the Lianxu Celestial Immortal with one sword, so that the Murong family can be safe all the way.
If he were an outsider, he would have been killed before leaving Puyuan City.
"Well, if he knows the current situation, he should let it go." Someone chuckled and whispered.
"If he doesn't let go, will he die? The Sword Sect has no master yet, let's see what he can do."
Some people didn't bother to speak.
There is such a genius in the world, and all the dazzling brilliance belongs to others, who wouldn’t be jealous?
"Treasure, reputation." Han Muye whispered softly in the void.
It's really tempting.
All you have to do is take a step back and everything will fall into place.
Through this carnage, his reputation as Han Wudi has spread, and over the next hundred years, it will be resounded throughout the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.
Cultivation is not for fame and fortune, but to achieve longevity, how come there is no fame and fortune to accompany it?
At this time, if you reach out and turn around, you can get everything.
But, what price do you need to pay?
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
You don't need to pay anything.
All you need to do is cut off your own sword.
If you keep your swordsmanship upright in your heart and abandon it now, let alone three hundred years of seclusion, even if you are in seclusion for three thousand years, you won't be able to make any progress!
Su Yunzi is as cunning and cunning as he was when he tricked Guandong Yun.
Without reaching out to receive the treasure sent by the Murong family, Han Muye raised his head and looked at Su Yunzi with a slight smile on his face.
"Senior Su Yunzi, we sword cultivators have something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not."
Su Yunzi's expression remained unchanged and he said softly: "Tell me about it."
Han Muye looked at the sword in his hand and spoke slowly: "As a sword cultivator, if you can't get something with the sword in your hand, don't think you can get it by other means."
Looking at Su Yunzi, whose face was slowly turning gloomy, Han Muye said softly: "Senior, tell me, am I right?"
Is it right?
Su Yunzi's expression was extremely ugly.
I got an invitation, but what I got was a right one.
"well."
The aura on Su Yunzi's body surged and turned into endless fairy light shining.
In his hand, a long golden and black flag appeared.
"They say sword cultivators are crazy."
"The Kanto cloud back then was like this. Now, I meet another one."
"I don't know where that guy Guandong Yun died. Let's see if this is your burial place today."
Changban waved, and Su Yunzi took action directly.
On the golden banner, thousands of divine lights turned into golden-armored warriors, and a hundred thousand warriors lined up, blocking the entire sky.
Shinto method.
Taoist formation.
It is not that there is no Shinto inheritance in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, but this inheritance is controlled by the Taoist sect and is used to condense Taoist soldiers.
Slavery.
Above the long banner, there are all armors transformed from the remnant soul of the soul, and they are brave and unafraid of death.
The bodies of these souls become Taoist soldiers, and they are guided by long flags. Their power gathers and can turn into a powerful force in an instant.
This long flag is probably already the most precious treasure in heaven and earth.
"Dang Tianfan!"
"Yunlan Taoist Sect waved the sky flag, and thousands of immortals and demons were refined."
Countless exclamations came from all directions.
There are countless treasures in the world, and those who can leave their names are those who have truly experienced killing and have a strong record.
Just like this long flag.
Slaying demons and destroying demons, slaying immortals and war gods, every time they take action, they will trigger the general trend of this world.
"One of the seven treasures of Yunlan Dao Sect's Zhenzong Three Flags, you really think highly of me, Mr. Han." Han Muye clenched his sword, his expression unchanged, and flew towards the soul battle formation.
In this case, let’s fight!
The long sword was swung, the fighting intention and the killing intention were combined, the sword intention condensed into a thousand-foot-long light sword, and one sword slashed through a thousand golden-armored Taoist soldiers.
However, these Dao soldiers who were chopped into pieces just swayed and turned into their original form, triggering the golden spear to turn into a snare, and pressed down on Han Muye head-on.
"when--"
"when--"
The sound of dense long sword slashings was heard in a line.
The golden spear broke inch by inch, and then slowly pressed down.
The light in Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and the sword light around his body was as bright as the stars and the blazing sun.
The golden light net could only reach ten feet away from him, so it could not move closer.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This Dancing Sky Flag is the crushing power of the divine soul, which can crush countless divine souls.
But what Han Muye is not afraid of the most is the power of the soul.
The power of the soul gathered in his two soul swords is many times stronger than those of immortal cultivators of the same level.
He became a god twice, he cultivated Haoran Qi in the mortal world, and his soul was dispersed and condensed in millions of broken gold ants.
At this moment, when the suppression of the soul on the Dangtian Banner came down, not only did his soul not collapse, but the previously loose power of the soul became more solid under this pressure.
The blade of the sword turned into a wheel of light, slowly shrinking from ten feet to nine feet.
This took a day.
Su Yunzi is not in a hurry.
He wanted everyone to watch and see how a talented swordsman elite was slowly crushed under the Taoist Immortal Treasure.
How could he demonstrate the Taoist sect's methods by easily killing the Yunlan Sword Immortal?
Three days later, the golden light snare turned into five feet.
The light of the green-red sword in Han Muye's hand had reached its extreme speed before he could block this huge force that was like a crack in the sky.
His sword power is getting stronger and stronger, and the power coming from the Dantian Banner is also getting stronger and stronger.
The members of the Murong family could only be imprisoned on the flying boat. They watched helplessly as Han Muye was suppressed, but they had no power to rescue him.
It is impossible for them to even take a step closer to this kind of fight between great monks.
Three more days.
The sword light space around Han Muye was only one foot.
Within one foot, the sword light shines brightly.
Three more days.
The sword light space is still one foot long.
After three days, the sword light space was still one foot long!
Su Yunzi's expression became solemn.
The immortal cultivators from all walks of life who were watching around were also whispering.
Could it be that Dao Sect’s top treasure cannot win against an elite junior member of Sword Sect?
How strong is this swordsman elite?
Su Yunzi's eyes slowly turned to the twelve flying boats of the Murong family.
"Boy, you are very strong."
Su Yunzi's voice sounded in Han Muye's ears.
Han Muye turned a deaf ear and waved his sword.
During these days, his sword light and soul were suppressed by the Dangtian Banner, and their power became more than ten times stronger!
He forcibly suppressed his own strength and did not want to break the suppression of the Dancing Heaven Banner, just to slowly hone it.
Opportunities like this don't come around often.
"Actually, there is absolutely no need for me to come and kill you."
"Now I will destroy the Murong family and let you go."
"These days are enough punishment for you."
After saying that, Su Yunzi let out a long laugh, causing the power on the sky-swinging flag to become even more violent, and the power of the Taoist soldiers around him exploded like thunder.
The body of Han Muye, who was pressed into a one-foot space, was surrounded by golden light.
Then, Su Yunzi's voice sounded in the void.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, my Dao Sect has punished you enough. I will not take your life."
"The Murong family will be destroyed here. Refined into the Dangtian Banner, you can leave on your own."
"A small punishment but a big warning serves as a warning. Let's see if anyone from your Sword Sect dares to be disrespectful to my Dao Sect in the future."
After the voice fell, Su Yunzi slowly raised his hand.
Finally, we have to take action against the Murong family!
This scene caused countless immortal cultivators to whisper, but they did not dare to speak loudly.
Everyone knew that Su Yunzi had to resort to this strategy because he couldn't defeat Yunlan Sword Immortal.
Such methods are despicable.
But at this time, who will say anything to stop it?
Who is willing to offend Tao Zong for Wugan people?
In this Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm, who has the ability and qualifications to do this?
Daozong destroyed the Murong family and punished the rebels to show his strength.
He also punished the disciples of the Sword Sect and spared their lives, showing off his methods and keeping his sense of proportion.
Even if those who are watching today feel that Su Yunzi's behavior is disdainful, who would dare to say nonsense in the face of the general trend in the future?
The truth, what the strong say, is the truth.
"My Murong family has a heritage of 328,000 years. The children of the family have devoted countless loyalties to the Taoist sect, but now they have ended up being killed by the Manchus."
"Heaven is unfair."
"Heaven is unfair!"
On the deck, the imprisoned Murong Chi shouted loudly.
Other Murong family members also shouted.
But these words cannot impress anyone.
This is the world of spiritual practice.
Who can live forever if his blood is not cold?
Su Yunzi watched coldly, seeing the Murong family members shouting, and slowly pressed down his palms.
The palms gleaming with fairy light turned into sky-like mountains and smashed towards the twelve flying boats.
Under the palm of this hand, the flying boat is no bigger than a square inch and will be broken into pieces if it is crushed.
"Boy, this is the time when our manpower is exhausted, and our sword cultivators are also exhausted." A familiar voice came to the ears of Han Muye, who was suppressed by the Dangtian Banner.
Jin Xian, Shu Ming, and Xuan Ling Sword Sect killed the powerful men in the temple.
The people from the Xuanling Sword Sect are here.
"Your Taoist heart is stable and you can handle today's situation."
"But in order to avoid any estrangement in your heart towards my sword sect, I would like to ask you something."
There was solemnity in Shu Ming Jinxian's voice.
"Do you want me to help you save someone?"
The powerful Jinxian of Xuanling Sword Sect came under the rule of Yunlan Daozong and saved Daozong from rebelling and left.
This is to break up the skin, and the Dao Sect and the Jian Sect will really come to confrontation in the future.
In this matter, even the powerful Golden Immortal would not dare to act recklessly.
Shu Mingjinxian asked seriously because he valued Han Muye's potential.
If Han Muye wants to save him, then Shu Ming will save him.
But a series of problems after the rescue required Han Muye and Shu Ming to deal with them.
"Rescue?"
Han Muye kept holding the sword in his hand and whispering softly.
That palm that reached the sky was already about to crush the Murong family's flying boat.
"I'm waiting for you to come, uncle, but I'm not asking you to come and save people."
Han Muye's words made Shu Ming Jinxian slightly stunned.
Then, he had the answer.
Han Muye, who was wrapped in a one-foot space by the golden light web transformed by the Dangtian Banner, slashed out with his sword. The sword light tore open the treasure that suppressed the Taoist sect's luck, and burst out with a loud bang.
The light of the sword is like the blazing sun, and all the sharp edges in the world are gathered here!
Han Muye broke through the golden light net with one sword, and the sword's edge gathered endless sharpness and directly hit Su Yunzi who was standing in the void.
A sword of youth can block the brilliance of all ages!
This sword is fast.
The fastest speed in the world.
This sword is ruthless.
All murderous intentions converge into one sword.
This sword is accurate.
Thousands of sword intentions can only kill one person.
When the sword came out, Su Yunzi's expression changed drastically!
The sword light and soul are locked, and they want to kill!
The one who killed him was Su Yunzi!
In front of this sword, his soul actually trembled.
This is the fear that comes from the bottom of my heart, the fear of death.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This sword cannot be stopped.
This sword will kill you!
Yunlan Sword Immortal uses the Murong family as a guide and himself as bait. At this critical moment, he will kill with one sword, and he wants to kill the supreme immortal!
After this sword strike today, the name of Yunlan Sword Immortal will be spread throughout the world of Fuyuxian!
Sword cultivator, this is the real sword cultivator!
endure.
firm.
ruthless!
In the minds of countless people, what is sword cultivation has been redefined.
No amount of fame or fortune can compare to a sword in your hands!
There is no need to protect the reputation of hundreds of millions of miles, and there is no need to be afraid of the guilt of killing a top Taoist immortal, just to sharpen the sword in your hands!
Today he can counter-kill a top heavenly immortal, and in the future, this Yunlan Sword Immortal will be able to kill a golden immortal!
Sword Immortal, what he cultivates is the method of killing!
"Stab-"
The light curtain that Su Yunzi hastily set up in front of him instantly shattered.
Han Muye's sword was ten feet away.
Their eyes met, and Su Yunzi saw the determined killing intent in Han Muye's eyes.
His heart trembled, and he raised his hand, only to be blocked in front of him by Han Muye's broken sky flag.
But the long banner that failed to inspire power broke into two pieces with a mournful cry in front of the sword.
The Dangtian Banner, one of the ten treasures of the Daozong Zhenzong, is broken!
No matter how close the sword edge is.
Five feet!
Su Yunzi, who was trembling all over, spread his hands, and the huge mountain peak that had been pressing against the Murong family's flying boat turned into a five-foot-long blue stone, blocking it in front of him.
"Click——"
The bluestone on the mountain peak was broken open with a sword.
At this moment, nothing can stop this sword!
This is sword cultivation.
Life and death, one sword!
Han Muye's energy, killing intent, sword intent, and fighting intent all converged on this sword.
No one and nothing can stop this sword!
Su Yunzi looked desperate.
When the sword was three feet away, he opened his mouth and wanted to shout.
He wanted to beg Han Muye for mercy.
He wanted to call Daozong Jinxian for rescue.
However, as he watched Jianfeng move forward inch by inch, he could not make a sound.
No one came to the rescue.
It turns out that I have been given up...
If the Jinxian in charge wants to rescue, he can take action in an instant.
But, no.
Who is not a chess piece?
Who is not an abandoned son?
Su Yunzi closed his eyes in despair.
He recalled that he led his friend Guan Dongyun to take action and killed a strong man from the Blood War Sect, triggering a fierce battle between the two sects. In the end, Guan Dongyun accepted a secret mission and left the fairy world, never to return.
At the beginning, he asked Guan Dongyun, and Guan Dongyun said that drawing a sword is only for the pleasure of the heart and has nothing to do with others.
Only today did he understand.
The sword cultivator draws his sword, just to feel happy in his heart.
He himself is just the bait that leads the sword and builds the sword!
"Why……"
A soft sigh sounded.
Shuming Jinxian, wearing a green robe and holding a long sword, landed in front of Su Yunzi.
Only then did he understand what Han Muye had just meant.
Save the Murong family?
He doesn't need to be saved.
However, he needed to take action to resist this fatal sword and save the people of Dao Sect.
Looking at Han Muye's sword, Shu Mingjinxian's expression showed a hint of solemnity.
This sword must be treated seriously even by him!
This is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world!
Gather the power of ten thousand swords and condense one's sharpness.
Sword repair, sword repair.
Endless practice is all about this sword condensed with murderous intent!
The long sword was extended, and the sword blades collided with each other.
The cyan sword lights intertwined with each other.
All three feet of space were shattered.
The space in front of Han Muye and Shu Mingjinxian was shattered inch by inch.
Han Muye had a smile on his face and saw that Shu Ming Jinxian couldn't hold the sword in his hand. The long sword flicked and flew away, and he raised his hand to hold it.
Then, his own body could not withstand the power of the sword, and he retreated quickly, blood spurting out from his body.
Suppressing the bloodline of the divine beast Ba Xia, and only using the power of Kui Niu, he really couldn't withstand this sword.
You have to give the senior swordsman some face.
Shu Ming's Golden Immortal Sword collapsed and flew away, but a younger generation like him was still unscathed. Isn't this a slap in the face?
Han Muye flew back thousands of feet, then stood up with his sword in hand, his body dripping with blood.
He put away Shu Ming Jinxian's long sword without politeness.
Seeing Han Muye standing in the air, full of fighting spirit even though he was covered in blood, there was a sound of inhalation all around.
"This, this is the peerless swordsman!"
"Wonderful! To be able to see such a sword with your own eyes is truly a worthwhile trip!"
"Shu Ming Jinxian, Yunlan Sword Immortal actually exchanged swords with Shu Ming Jinxian, and each of them won or lost!"
Countless exclamations came.
No one pays attention to the Murong family.
No one cared about Su Yunzi, who was heartbroken and trembling all over.
Everyone only saw Yunlan Sword Immortal and the powerful Jian Zong Jin Immortal clashing with each other with swords, and they were both victorious and undefeated!
This is how spiritual practice is in the world, only the strong will be noticed.
Han Muye did not speak.
unnecessary.
On the twelve flying boats, the Murong family members were already in tears.
"After today, my Murong family will no longer be loyal to the Yunlan Dao Sect."
Murong Chi gritted his teeth and stared at Han Muye who was covered in blood in front of him.
"From now on, my Murong family will only be loyal to one person."
Everyone on the twelve airships looked up at the figure hanging quietly in front of them.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
Countless voices gathered.
At this moment, no one doubted the choice of the Murong family.
Their lives were all saved by Yunlan Sword Immortal who fought to the death.
Is it wrong to be loyal to such a person?
Yunlan Daozong killed Daozong all the way and betrayed Daozong. Is it wrong?
In the void, there was silence.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Lu Ji, Pindao rescued you, a member of the Taoist sect, and you didn't come forward to express your gratitude for such kindness?"
Shu Mingjinxian, who was standing in front of Su Yunzi, suddenly smiled softly and spoke.
After his words fell, the void shook slightly, and a figure fell down.
Wearing a white Wuji robe, a sapphire Taoist crown, and a simple face, the fifty-year-old Taoist stepped forward with a golden light shining on his body, making everyone around him look sideways.
"Yunlan Dao Sect guards the Golden Immortal, Luji Golden Immortal!"
"It's Lu Ji Jinxian. This person is known as the Taoist Jinxian. Will he have a fight with Shuming Jinxian?"
"How is it possible? Is Daomen still embarrassed to take action at this time?"
The whispers around him did not change the face of the powerful Golden Immortal in front of him at all.
Lu Ji Jinxian looked at Han Muye, then turned to look at Shu Ming Jinxian who was smiling.
"Thank you very much."
With such an understatement, the smile on Shu Ming Jinxian's face became even brighter.
This represents the Dao Sect and the Yunlan Dao Sect's gratitude to the Xuanling Sword Sect.
"Haha, the Sword Sect and the Taoist Sect are meant to help each other. Fellow Taoist Su Yunzi is an elite of the Taoist sect. How can a poor Taoist ignore death?" Shu Ming Jinxian smiled, and then turned to Han Muye.
"Boy Han, take my sword and take your subordinates to Yunlan City."
"It's rare to have loyal tribesmen, so you have to protect them well."
After saying that, he turned to look at Lu Ji Jinxian and said softly: "Fellow Taoist Lu Ji, I have some things to discuss with my fellow Taoist here."
Lu Ji turned to look at Han Muye and the Murong family behind him, and then said calmly: "Okay, please."
Jin Xian came forward, it didn't matter whether it was the Murong family or Han Muye.
Shu Ming Jinxian is here, and there is no way Lu Ji can take action.
The two powerful Golden Immortals fought over the ant-like members of the Murong family, and the number of Golden Immortals in the Immortal World would probably be reduced by more than half.
Today's matter, Shu Ming Jinxian came on behalf of the Sword Sect, and the Dao Sect's Jinxian also came forward.
The rest of the things are not important.
Han Muye bowed to Shu Ming Jinxian and Lu Ji, and then flew down to the deck.
"Let's go."
Han Muye sat cross-legged with a calm expression.
He was covered in blood and his face looked tired.
Murong Chi and others bowed excitedly.
"Walk!"
Twelve flying boats flew into the sky, heading towards the wasteland.
Countless immortal cultivators watched the flying boat slowly leave, turned their heads to look at the pale-faced Su Yunzi, and then looked in the direction of the two golden immortals who disappeared at an unknown time.
Yunlan Sword Immortal.
After today, this name will definitely be spread throughout the Yuxian world!
For the sake of his promise, he protected the Murong family for hundreds of millions of miles.
For the way of swordsmanship, one sword can defeat the Golden Immortal.
Such a person can be called a genius!
"Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi, from now on, I will have one more outstanding figure in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal world."
Someone watched the flying boat disappear and whispered softly.
"The situation in Yunlan City and Yunteng Wasteland is changing now. This is where we have the opportunity." Someone said in a low voice with a light flashing in his eyes.
Many people fled, followed the flying boat, and quietly headed to Yunteng Wasteland.
In the world of spiritual practice, only a keen sense of smell can provide opportunities.
The rise of Yunlan Sword Immortal and the rise of Yunlan City. Whoever can invest and bet early can get sufficient returns.
"This is Yunteng Wasteland."
As the flying boat flew over the endless wasteland, Han Muye spoke softly.
wilderness.
This means leaving Daozong's rule and leaving completely.
Murong Chi and others turned around and looked into the void in the distance with complicated expressions.
As the flying boat moved forward, countless immortal cultivators in the wilderness came to pay homage and welcome him.
Han Wudi, the lord of Yunlan City in Yunteng Wasteland, led his tribe back from the Yunlan Dao Sect's rule and traveled hundreds of millions of miles. This is the glory of the wasteland!
Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of immortal cultivators gathered outside the twelve flying boats to accompany them.
Ten days later, a big city was in sight.
An old man wearing a brocade robe stood in the void, looking at the flying boat, smiling slightly and bowing slightly.
"Tao Zihe of Jinyu City has met Yunlan Sword Immortal."
"We sincerely welcome the Sword Immortal to return to the Yunteng Wasteland and spread the reputation of our wasteland."
He raised his head, looked at the twelve airships, and said softly: "The teleportation array leading to Yunlan City has been set up. Everyone, you can go home."
go home!
From now on, Yunlan City will be their home!
Everyone in the Murong family stood up slowly, with excited expressions on their faces.
"Okay, then let's go home."
Han Muye cupped his hands toward Tao Zihe and then looked ahead.
Over there, Zuo Baichou, Zhang Zhenbiao, Zhao Pingyu and others were waiting with smiles.
Being able to set up a teleportation array that leads directly to Yunlan City in such a short period of time was indispensable to Zhao Qianzhen's methods.
"Congratulations to the city lord to return to Yunlan City!"
Zuo Baichou shouted loudly and raised his hand to wave.
Behind him, the light of teleportation rose into the sky.
This is a temporary teleportation array.
Han Muye took a step forward and landed outside the teleportation array.
He did not go straight into the formation, but turned back and looked at the countless immortal cultivators who were traveling with him.
"I, Yunlan City, welcome all fellow Taoists to come."
"Those who have no home in the world can make Yunlan their home."