571, Immortal Lords Legacy, Goodbye Ye Ming Golden Immortal
Cangyun Immortal Lord.
Han Muye had seen it in the Youxuan Sword given to him by Yeming Jinxian.
Seeing each other now, he finally remembered that five million years ago, he had listened to the sermon with this person under the seat of Tongtian Immortal.
At that time, this person was not an immortal king yet.
It’s just Daluo Jinxian.
It seems that the inheritance of the Immortal Lord is extraordinary, allowing him to achieve the position of Immortal Lord.
But he fell here because of the Immortal Lord's involvement. Seriously, every drink and every peck is the result of cause and effect.
Listening to the sermon under the seat of Tongtian Immortal, the title of junior brother is really acceptable to Han Muye.
In his mind, Han Muye's figure condensed into a shadow, and he cupped his hands and said, "Han Muye has met Senior Brother Cangyun."
"My tyrant back then." Cangyun Immortal Lord nodded and looked at Han Muye's condensed figure: "So it's you."
When Han Muye listened to the sermon under the Immortal Lord's throne, he revealed his true form.
Over the years, the direct disciples of the Immortal Lord who have been searched for by various parties are also under Xunba.
Who knew that Han Muye was actually a real human race?
Cangyun Immortal Lord was a leader among Tongtian Immortal Lord, but he eventually fell into the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, leaving only this ghostly shadow.
He did not hide anything and told everything he saw and encountered in the Zhou Tian Divine Realm.
The Zhoutian Divine Realm is a world at a higher level than the Immortal Realm. There are many powerful people in it, and the Immortal Lord cannot be said to be able to run rampant.
Only the Immortal Lord is truly powerful.
Han Muye knew this, but when he listened to an immortal king tell it, he still felt that the world was vast.
"Master, his cultivation method makes the gods of Daluo Zhoutian fearful." Cangyun Immortal Lord said in a low voice with light shining in his eyes.
The killing method of Tongtian Immortal Lord and the Zhoutian Formation can shake the foundation of the rule of the gods.
After Han Muye continued to study the cultivation method of Tongtian Immortal Lord, he also discovered some clues.
The weak defeat the strong, and the strength is superimposed.
Tongtian Immortal Master has reached the extreme in the use of power. A large formation can increase combat power ten thousand times or one hundred thousand times.
How terrible is this?
For the aloof Gods, they are not afraid of someone becoming strong. What they are afraid of is the weak standing side by side with them and challenging their majesty.
Tongtian Immortal Lord was imprisoned in the God Realm. The God Realm wanted to destroy his inheritance but could not.
Because Tongtian Immortal Lord accepted Han Muye's suggestion and scattered all kinds of treasures.
If you don’t need to practice the inheritance, do you still have to hand over the treasures?
Who is willing to hand over the treasure in his hand?
Now that you have a treasure containing inheritance in your hand, who believes that you can't cultivate the inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Lord?
This is simply an unsolvable situation.
Whether it is the Zhoutian Divine Realm or the various immortal realms, the inheritance of the Tongtian Immortal Lord becomes more and more forbidden.
"I was too impatient and didn't listen to Master." Immortal Cangyun showed a trace of regret on his face.
He took action in the God Realm and attracted powerful enemies to chase him. He was eventually seriously injured and fled to the Rain-Flowing Fairy Realm, hiding in the Bitter Fairy Realm.
"Did someone from the Xuanling Sword Sect do it?" Han Muye frowned and spoke in a low voice.
According to the memory in Qingyu Sword, it was Xuanling Sword Sect's Daluo Jinxian Zhu Ming who came to intercept and kill him, and eventually died together with Cangyun Immortal Lord.
Han Muye is currently staying in the Xuanling Sword Sect and has taken the name of a disciple of the Sword Sect. Judging from the actions of the Sword Sect that he has seen so far, the Xuanling Sword Sect is still considered the right path in the immortal world.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not want to turn against the Xuanling Sword Sect.
His swordsmanship is upright and he has his own rules for everything he does.
The Xuanling Sword Sect was not bad to him, but he did not want to confront its swordsmen.
It’s just that the head of the Xuanling Sword Sect at that time also listened to the Tongtian Immortal Lord. If the head of the Xuanling Sword Sect betrayed the Immortal Lord and attacked Han Muye, Han Muye would not hold back.
Fighting back is to uphold justice.
"Zhu Ming?" Cangyun Immortal Lord shook his head and whispered: "He once listened to a sermon under the Immortal Lord's throne, and he can be considered to have the same origin as us."
"He came to the Buxian Realm to help me."
"If he hadn't come, I wouldn't have had time to plan and kill the masters from the God Realm who were chasing me."
"It's just a pity that Zhu Ming died because of me."
Sighing softly, Cangyun Immortal Lord showed a trace of regret.
Zhu Ming is Daluo Jinxian, and his cultivation and combat prowess are among the top figures in this Fangxian world.
If Immortal Cangyun wasn't involved, how could he fall?
"However, I have also completed the layout."
Cangyun Immortal Lord flashed his eyes and looked at Han Muye: "Is there an Immortal Burial City in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm today?"
"Does the Xuanling Sword Sect have a temple to kill?"
"Did the armored war gate completely block the enemies outside the Broken Soul Valley?"
Han Muye could not have imagined that the Xuanling Sword Sect's Temple of Killing, the Immortal Burial City, one of the three major Jedi in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, and the exclusive Iron Armored War Sect were all related to this Cang Yun Immortal Lord.
Also, the Immortal Lord is very powerful, and if he wants to lay out his plans, he can naturally control an area of the Immortal Realm.
Han Mu's ambition stirred and he said, "What about the masters from the God Realm who are chasing you, Senior Brother Cangyun?"
Hearing his words, Cangyun Immortal Lord laughed: "Don't you feel that the Bitter Immortal Realm is any different from other places?"
different.
The power of prehistoric times!
The strong man was also beheaded here, and the prehistoric world that he had refined was included in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
That's why this Bitter Immortal Realm is filled with the power of prehistoric times.
"I used my own cave world to self-destruct, suppressed the Heyuan Immortal Lord, and shattered his soul and cave world."
There was a hint of pride in Immortal Cangyun's words.
Even though he was seriously injured, he could still kill a strong man of the same level. Such an achievement is certainly worth being proud of.
Cangyun only had the remnant soul mark left. He communicated with Han Muye for a moment and then dispersed.
This mark can no longer be reborn, it is only used to convey one's thoughts.
Han Muye looked at the memories in the ancient sword again and learned more about the scenes that Cangyun Immortal Lord saw in the Zhoutian Divine Realm and the Bitter Immortal Realm.
He seemed to have transformed into a powerful Immortal Lord, fighting against the powerful people from the Zhou Tian Divine Realm who were besieging him. He carried the Immortal Lord's inheritance and spread it everywhere.
Refining various treasures and then condensing them for inheritance.
This method is the same as that of Tongtian Immortal Lord back then.
The memory and inheritance of a powerful Immortal Lord are indeed worth pondering and studying by Han Muye.
Many of the treasures belonging to Immortal Cangyun are also his favorite.
The Yuanyuan Cauldron can refine all the powers in the world and unify them. It is the most precious treasure of alchemy.
The Heaven-Slaying Halberd was taken from the hands of the powerful gods and refined. It contains body-refining methods that can beat the body and smelt the power of blood.
The Casting Plate, the top immortal treasure refined by the ancient Immortal Lord, comes in a set of eighteen pieces, but unfortunately only three pieces are scattered.
This treasure can ensure the undefeated power of the world, contains the way of time, and can also integrate ten thousand ways into the eighteen disks.
A branch of the Tongtian tree is at least ten feet long and as thick as a full arm.
…
This is the real treasure relic. Compared with the ones obtained by Yeming Jinxian, it is countless times richer.
This is wealth that even Daluo Jinxian would be tempted by, and even the powerful Immortal Lord would not let go of.
Through the memory in the dagger, Han Muye has determined the true location of the relic.
His eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.
The quality of this sword sent by the Four Spirit Demon King is not bad. At this time, after the immortal energy and sword intent have been refined, it has revealed its true appearance. The golden light flashes and the streams of light intersect on the divine lines.
Wrong Cloud Nine Forging Technique.
The means of refining weapons in the divine realm.
Although Han Muye didn't do much refining, his weapon refining methods were no less than Alchemy.
Stones from other mountains can attack jade, and all the accumulation will eventually become a stepping stone for his sword practice.
Accumulate and develop.
After the investigation was completed, Han Muye put away his dagger and looked up outside the small courtyard.
He raised his hand and waved, and the light in the small courtyard dispersed.
"Come in." He said calmly.
At the door, a middle-aged immortal cultivator in black robe walked into the small courtyard.
He walked forward slowly, his aura constantly changing. He first transformed into a tall tiger man, and then solidified into a tauren with a sinewy face.
This is the Qingniu chef that Han Muye saw in the small building before, the one from the Hulunbaier Prairie.
When he walked up to Han Muye, he was already an old man in his fifties wearing black armor, with two magic patterns on his head and wings on his back.
Seeing the golden token in Han Muye's hand, the old man showed a respectful look on his face, clasped his fists and bowed: "Nalan has found your Majesty."
The Moluo clan, with two magic lines and a pair of wings, is already an extremely noble bloodline.
But there is still a big gap between the power of his bloodline and the power of Zhu Ling's bloodline in the token in Han Muye's hand.
Not to mention that Han Muye is the inheritor of the Immortal Lord and the master of the entire Mo Luo clan.
"Has Xie Chaoyan informed you about my coming to the Buxian Realm?" Han Muye put away the token and spoke softly.
He went to find the leader of the Moluo clan in Wanchong City today because he had made an appointment with Xie Chaoyan in advance.
The strength of the Moluo clan in the Bitter Immortal Realm is stronger than elsewhere.
It's chaos here, but no one cares who is the Mara clan.
Han Muye needs information about the Buxian Realm. The Mo Luo clan can inquire about it more accurately.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Nalan Xun nodded and said: "All our tribesmen in the Bitter Immortal Domain will be at your disposal."
"Tell me all the news about Xiangtian Fairy Demon King." Han Muye narrowed his eyes and said.
Whether it is to rescue Jing Lei's people or to find the Immortal Lord's treasure, he will eventually confront the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.
What's more, with the nirvana body of the phoenix, Golden Fire, in his hands, Han Muye was naturally on the opposite side of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.
Nalan Xun nodded and whispered everything he knew about Xiangtian Fairy Demon King.
The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King is from the divine bird demon clan. Even the Mo Luo clan has not found out which clan it belongs to.
But Nalan Xun knew about Xiangtian Immortal Demon King's cultivation methods.
A feather fan with flashing fairy light can separate black and white and eliminate all things.
"Wanbao magnetic fan?" Han Muye's eyes flashed and he whispered.
He had seen a treasure fan like this in the memory of Cangyun Immortal Lord's dagger.
It was not one of the treasures scattered by Immortal Cangyun, but the most precious treasure in the hands of the powerful man from the God Realm whom he killed.
The method is also unique to the divine world and can suppress the power of the fairy world.
It turned out to be this treasure, no wonder it could suppress the Immortal Demon King Hun Tian to Nirvana.
If it was this treasure, Han Muye himself would have to be careful when dealing with it.
Ten Thousand Magnetic Killing and other methods are extremely restrained for sword cultivators.
The Xiangtian Fairy Demon King only rose to power after he obtained the precious fan.
The army under his command relied entirely on looting to support itself due to its weak foundation.
The relatively balanced balance of the Bitter Immortal Realm was also shattered, and all living beings were devastated.
"The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King also has several strong men under his command, all of whom are of ancient prehistoric blood."
Nalan Xun introduced in a low voice the powerful men under Xiang Tianxian Demon King.
The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King is just one person, and even with monstrous fighting power, it is impossible for him to sweep over the entire Bitter Immortal Realm.
The few powerful demon kings under his command, as well as the powerful army, are the ones who can truly annex the entire Bitter Immortal Realm.
"The Demon King Xiu Snake, with the bloodline of the ancient beast Ba Snake, can devour the world."
The Ba Snake is actually an ancient ferocious beast that loves killing the most.
In ancient times, there was a snake lying on the ground and it would not come out for a hundred thousand years. When it raised its head, it swallowed up a land and millions of living beings in one bite.
Ba Snake's viciousness is evident.
"There is also a nine-spirit demon king who can be divided into eight realms. He is already the top figure among the demon kings of the Bitter Immortal Realm. I don't know why such a strong man would surrender to the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King."
Nalan Xun whispered and shook his head slightly.
Although the Mo Luo clan is pervasive and ever-changing, they are unable to get close to those truly powerful people and detect the secrets of the Demon King.
Eight clones?
Could it be a clone of the Nine Paths?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
The ancient spirit fox also had nine tails and nine lives, but he was not considered a strong one among the mythical beasts.
A person who can become the powerful demon king in the Bitter Immortal Realm must have the blood of the Nine Infants.
The ancient ferocious beast had nine heads and nine bodies.
The key is that Jiu Ying and Ba She are both the suppressing spirits of Dong Tian, the powerful man from the God Realm who hunted down Cangyun Immortal Lord.
Behind the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, is there a powerful Immortal Lord?
If the Immortal Lord is really powerful, it is not something he can interfere with now.
I wonder if Zhou Sheng and others from the Xuanling Sword Sect know this news?
Not only that, according to the news told by Nalan Xun, the army of Xiangtian Fairy Demon King has reached thousands of miles away.
Even if the army does not advance quickly, if it really wants to be swept away by strong men, it can reach the outside of Wanchong City in an instant.
After all the messages were reported, Han Muye waved his hand.
"Your Majesty, I will arrange for two smart tribesmen to accompany you. If there is any necessary information, I will let them pass it on." Nalan Xun bowed and said.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then he turned around and left. When he walked out of the small courtyard, he had reverted to the human appearance he had when he came before.
The magic methods used by the Mara clan are indeed difficult to distinguish.
After Nalan Xun left, Han Muye stood up and walked out of the courtyard.
He was going to find Zhou Sheng to find out who was the powerful person behind the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and to see if the Xuanling Sword Sect's message could be more precise.
As one of the major sects in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm, it is impossible for the Xuanling Sword Sect to know everything.
After walking outside the small courtyard, Han Muye frowned.
In the distant sky, countless evil spirits are stirring!
The powerful men under Xiangtian Fairy Demon King are here!
"when--"
The sound of the golden bell resounded, and countless figures flew into the sky.
Han Muye saw sword lights shining among those figures.
Zhou Sheng also followed.
"Lord City Lord." Qin Zhaoyuan walked quickly from the nearby courtyard and bowed to Han Muye.
Du Qiang and others also gathered around with solemn expressions.
"How is the caravan's material sales going?" Han Muye looked at Du Qiang.
Hundreds of thousands of sets of armor and weapons are not a small number.
"Most of them have been reserved, but," Du Qiang showed a hint of gloom on his face and shook his head, "I'm afraid I won't have time to collect them."
The powerful Xiangtian Immortal Demon King directly attacks and kills him. If he can resist it, that's fine. If he can't resist it, there's no need to sell those weapons and weapons.
"Master Sword Immortal, our financial affairs are small and we cannot delay your affairs." Du Qiang raised his fist towards Han Muye and whispered: "Do you have any instructions?"
When I arrived, the big shopkeeper had already told me that everything would be according to Yunlan Sword Immortal's orders.
In this situation, the caravan naturally had to obey orders.
Even if you don't do this business and lose everything, you can't delay Han Muye's affairs.
For commercial banks, losses are treated as investments.
This is the way of a merchant, to use small things to make big things happen.
Han Muye turned to look at the demonic light in the sky, pondered for a moment and said: "I originally planned to use the cover of your caravan to go to the Xiangtian Fairy Demon King's rule, but now I see, I'm afraid it won't work."
"You deliver the goods first, and then go out of the city to meet us." Han Muye looked at the chaos below the city and shook his head.
In Wanchong City, many demon clans have already fled out of the city.
No matter what kind of city it is, it is difficult for it to remain intact during the battle between the powerful Golden Immortals.
Not everyone has the desire to coexist with the city.
The people in the city obviously knew it, and they saw the city gates beginning to close one after another.
Du Qiang quickly bowed and raised his hand to send out several golden talismans.
All the guards in the caravan took action, carrying the big boxes and moving them out.
Groups of military generals rushed over, followed by several extraordinary masters from the Great Demon Clan, who came to collect these weapons and armors.
"The city defense formation is about to be activated." Qin Zhaoyuan turned to look at the green branches and leaves around him and whispered.
The entire Wanchong City is already in motion, covered with countless green leaves.
Lines of green demonic light flashed and were about to condense into a green curtain of light.
As long as the light curtain is sealed, there will be no more passages in the void.
"Let's go." Han Muye nodded, and his body moved and turned into a blue lightning.
Invoke the power of Kui Niu and combine it with the power of the demon clan's bloodline to leave before the city's protective formation seals off the city.
Qin Zhaoyuan also flew away.
They didn't come to the Buxian Realm to fight the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King here, so there was no need to be trapped in the city.
Flying a hundred miles outside the city, the roar could already be heard in the distance.
Looking back, the entire Wanchong City was shrouded in a blue light curtain, flashing with infinite light, and illusory branches swaying thousands of feet, as if they were about to break through the sky.
This light curtain is gathered by the city defense formation, and it needs to extract the power of all the creatures in the city.
If Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan did not leave, their power would be extracted at this time and become part of the foundation support of this formation.
"This is the Bitter Immortal Realm." Qin Zhaoyuan looked complicated, looking at Wanchong City that could no longer enter or leave, and said in a low voice: "The fighting is endless, and the low-level creatures can only be trapped in it, and they can't help themselves."
The pain of the Bitter Immortal Realm lies in the fact that low-level creatures have no right to choose.
Among the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, only the Bitter Immortal Realm will fight endlessly and cannot be repaired.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.
The suffering in the Bitter Immortal Realm is caused by the nature of the demon clan, but it is also caused by the deliberate instigation of other forces.
Behind every chaotic fight, there are pushers and shadows.
The only ones who are truly powerless are those low-level demons and cultivators.
At this moment, he had a glimpse of the inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Lord.
By accumulating and superimposing them, forming a great formation around the sky, you can subvert the world.
This is what those powerful and powerful people who are aloof and do not take the lives of low-level immortal cultivators seriously are afraid of.
The power of ants.
"Lord City Lord, this is the message from the place where the senior was enthroned."
Qin Zhaoyuan raised his hand and handed a jade slip to Han Muye.
Han Muye took the jade slip and penetrated it with his spiritual thoughts.
"Qiling Prefecture Fenghou Ridge?"
"Is this the base camp of Xiangtian Fairy Demon King?"
The location recorded in the jade slip is clearly the foundation of Xiangtian Immortal Demon King before he rose.
Here, the masters of Thunder Robbery are also imprisoned.
Han Muye had previously discussed with Immortal Lord Cangyun that no second Immortal Lord had died in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
In addition to the relics left by Immortal Lord Cangyun, Zhu Ming also has the final arrangements here.
Or maybe it was the powerful man from the Zhou Tian Divine Realm who had a backup plan before he fell.
"If that guy has any tricks, you have to be careful." Cangyun Immortal Lord confessed with a solemn expression at that time.
Immortal Lord's powerful back-up plan cannot be broken by immortal cultivators like Han Muye who have not yet reached the Golden Immortal Realm.
Looking at the position Qin Zhaoyuan gave him now, is it related to the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King or the fallen powerful man from the Zhoutian God Realm?
"Lord Sword Immortal, Du Qiang led a caravan of thirty-two people to join us." Not far away, a stream of light flew by, and Du Qiang, wearing a black armor, bowed and saluted.
Behind him, there were dozens of immortal cultivators who also wore black armor and had restrained auras.
Not all are humans, there are also demons.
Han Muye pondered for a moment and handed the jade slip back to Qin Zhaoyuan.
"You go here first, collect good news and wait for me,"
"I still have some things to do."
Regardless of whether the Immortal Lord's legacy is true or false, he will go and take a look.
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Once I go to Fenghou Ridge and have a conflict with Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to stay in the Bitter Immortal Territory to look for the Immortal Lord's legacy.
Qin Zhaoyuan and Du Qiang had no objections to Han Muye's arrangements.
Within a moment, everyone quietly flew away.
Han Muye also chose a direction, and the sword light turned invisible and disappeared directly.
Along the way, you can see chaotic monsters everywhere.
Perhaps it was the beginning of the war, but the roaring in the distance continued, and no one paid attention to the figure flying across the sky. Han Muye's sword light was extremely fast, traveling millions of miles in a day.
Three days later, he landed in front of a mountain stretching for thousands of miles.
Blue-grey mountain peaks, surrounded by cliffs.
At the foot of the mountain, tiny fireworks flashed.
This is a volcano that can erupt at any time.
There are no large demon clans around, only scattered demon clans living by the earth fire.
Even if this earth fire will erupt at some point, and once it erupts, their lives will be at risk, these low-level monsters are still living here.
This is the helplessness of low-level creatures.
The power of heaven and earth is irresistible in front of them.
Stepping onto the mountain, Han Muye raised his hand, and two swords appeared.
One is the Youxuan Sword that was paid by Ye Ming Jinxian, and the other is the ancient sword that was given by the Four Spirit Demon King.
The two swords hung still, shook slightly, and then shot forward quickly.
Han Muye followed the sword and moved forward against the wind.
Feijian moved forward extremely fast, but within half an hour it was already three thousand miles away.
This is already the hinterland of the mountains, where the rising smoke and flames are intertwined, turning the surrounding sky into fiery red.
The two swords paused slightly, hanging above the rolling lava.
But at this time, the positions of the two swords are somewhat different.
The Youxuan Sword trembled slightly and seemed to move forward.
The ancient sword had its blade pointing downwards, as if it was about to fall into the lava lake.
Han Muye stood there, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
Taking a breath, he raised his hand.
The two swords returned to his hands.
"Senior Ye Ming, we found the place and you still haven't shown up yet?" Han Muye lowered his head slightly and spoke calmly.
Night light.
Luminous golden fairy!
As he finished speaking, a figure stepped out of the smoke and landed in front of Han Muye.
"That's right, let me do the rest."
Ye Ming Jinxian laughed, turned around and looked down: "Cooking up the vastness, it turned out to be a volcano. I was still laying out things in the wasteland, trying to find a place where all things could be smelted."
Raising his hand, the golden fairy light flashed and pressed towards the boiling lava below, making the smile on Yeming Jinxian's face even wider.
"I have been searching for so many years and finally got all the Immortal Lord's remains."
Around him, treasures shining with fairy light appeared.
"What do these rags mean compared to the real Immortal Lord's legacy?" Yeming Jinxian showed a trace of arrogance on his face, as if the repression of countless years was finally released.
Looking at Han Muye, he seemed to have found someone to talk to.
"How miserable would my death be if outsiders knew that I only obtained the treasure left behind by the Immortal Lord, and that I didn't really have the support of a strong person behind me?"
"Do you know how painful it is to have a huge secret hidden deep in your heart that no one can know?"
There was a trace of distortion on Ye Ming Jinxian's face.
Han Muye nodded.
He really knows the pain of not letting outsiders know the secrets in his heart.
The identity of time travel.
The identity of Immortal Lord’s disciple.
A body full of various cultivation methods that cannot be shown to outsiders.
"You don't understand!" Ye Ming Jinxian gritted his teeth and raised his arms: "I could have been all over the place, but I had to deliberately lay it out in the wasteland and let others wait slowly for the moment when I open the treasure."
"Everyone is lurking behind, just waiting to drain me dry."
There are no eternal secrets in the world.
Those big forces did not touch Ye Ming Golden Immortal because his value was not enough for them to compete with their fictional power.
But once the layout in the wasteland leads to a top-secret treasure, there will definitely be strong people who will snatch it.
At that time, the Ye Ming Golden Immortal will become an outcast.
So he is afraid.
He was afraid that when he woke up, his cave would have been sealed by a tyrannical formation.
"It's been really difficult for you to wander in the wilderness for so many years." Han Muye nodded again and said softly.
Just like himself, he only dares to wander in the wilderness.
They are the same kind of people.
"Haha, I'm fine now." Ye Mingjianxian looked at the lava below, the madness on his face difficult to conceal.
"As long as I get the real treasure from the Immortal Lord, I can run rampant in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm."
"At that time, let's see who dares to take my idea."
He raised his hand and pointed at Han Muye.
"Sorry, you can disappear."
"boom--"
As the words fell, a golden light fell from the sky and fell on Han Muye.
Golden snare, thousands of stars.
To the powerful Golden Immortal, Han Muye was just a Celestial Immortal.
That's all.
"You once had a sword fight with Shu Ming Jinxian."
"I also had sword fights with the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal across the air."
Yeming Jinxian smiled, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes, and said lightly: "Let me see if you really have the ability to fight against Jinxian."
Shu Mingjinxian is a member of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
No one knows how powerful that sword is.
The Spirit Sword Golden Immortal drew his sword in the Immortal Burial City. The sword traveled countless thousands of miles, and no one knew how much power there was in the sword.
In Ye Ming Jinxian's opinion, Han Muye knocked his sword back, even though he sent the sword out intentionally.
Now Han Muye has no use value at all and can die.
Only the dead Han Muye can keep the secret.
"Buzz——"
The golden snare that enveloped Han Muye vibrated and continued to shrink.
One foot.
Three feet.
Ye Ming Jinxian narrowed his eyes.
When the snare was retracted within three feet of Han Muye, his face showed relaxation and disdain.
Sword cultivation within three feet is already the bottom line.
Once the bottom line is broken, what happens to the sword fairy?
Life and death are at stake.
Ye Ming Jinxian raised his hand.
Then he was slightly startled.
Han Muye, who was enveloped in a snare in front of him, also raised his hand.
Both swords point forward at the same time.
"Stab-"
The golden snare was opened by the sword's edge, golden streams of light flashed, and the sword light rotated, wrapping the snare around the long sword and turning it into golden fairy patterns.
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Astonishment flashed across Ye Ming Jinxian's face, and her open hand was not yet clenched for a moment.
In front of a Dongxu Celestial Immortal, he, the Golden Immortal, was somewhat at a loss.
"This is Danghuo Mountain..."
Han Muye looked around, and there was a hint of unspeakable emotion on his face that made Ye Ming Jinxian's heart tremble.
"This is the arrangement left by Senior Brother Cangyun back then as a means to suppress the powerful ones in the God Realm at the last moment."
"It's a pity that it's of no use."
Senior Brother Cangyun!
Suppress the powerful ones in the God Realm!
Ye Ming Jinxian's eyes widened.
Are these words something that a Dongxu Celestial Immortal can say?
"Who are you?" He looked at Han Muye, his voice trembling.
"Who am I?" Han Muye whispered softly.
This question was difficult for him to answer.
If possible, he would rather not travel through time himself.
If possible, he would just be a sword watcher on Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang.
If possible, he would like to practice peacefully with his Taoist companions only in the Tianxuan world.
If he could, he wouldn't want a legacy spanning five million years.
But since all this has happened, then, hold it in your hands!
As a swordsman, I rely on my sword to fight for all opportunities.
There is no reason to give up on your own opportunities.
"Canglang——"
Both swords fly together.
The golden sword light, with the power of the fairy treasure absorbed before, flashed and surrounded the body of Ye Ming Jinxian.
No more words were spoken.
Neither Han Muye nor Ye Ming Jinxian spoke.
Each revealed their biggest secret. Today, only one of them can leave.
"when--"
Han Muye's sword was blocked by three shields in the hands of Ye Ming Jinxian.
Then, three thousand blue-grey mountains crashed down on Han Muye's head.
Ten gusts of wind exploded, turning into black palms and slapping Han Muye's head.
A green rope appeared outside Han Muye and turned into a hundred-foot-long snake.
Jinxian's methods will not show any mercy.
A strong man like Ye Ming Jinxian, who has been wandering around the wasteland for countless years, will definitely kill him if he takes action.
But Han Muye in front of him was no longer hiding.
Even if there is a golden immortal in front of you, it is impossible to hide.
"boom--"
The phantom of Kui Niu is on the side.
Countless long swords turned into long dragons, and nine-story sword towers were connected in a row.
Sword intent.
Fighting spirit.
Killing intent.
The spirit and spirit are transformed into a thread.
The sword of the soul is suspended.
Ten thousand swords unite into one.
At this moment, this sword is the strongest sword that Han Muye can reveal!
The sword light condensed, and he chopped off the head.
No matter how many tricks you use, I will kill you with just one sword.
The moment the sword was condensed, the lava below began to boil and roll, like waves being stirred up.
"I, I know who you are -"
Ye Ming Jinxian's eyes widened as he watched the long sword move forward, breaking through everything, and roared loudly.
