The spinning wine glass instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.
Zhao Minghe took a step forward, the sword in his hand already unsheathed.
The original smile on the face of the female nun in front of her disappeared. She turned her palm over and a jade-colored pierced flute appeared.
With a stroke of the flute, a wave of green water rippled in front of him.
Water Vein Technique.
This method is proficient, not only because of its own magic, but also because of the matching magic weapon.
If an expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
No one in the Donggu City could defeat the power of the flute in front of me.
At this time, everyone in the hall had different expressions on their faces, and they all focused their attention on Zhao Minghe.
Can this sword break this defense?
Han Muye looked calm and glanced across.
Taoist Yunting above the main hall is naturally a sword cultivator, and he is a being with a good level of cultivation. The old man sitting opposite him is also a half-stepping immortal.
Not only that, among the people who came from Mo Chu, at least three were half-stepping into the Immortal Realm.
Mo Chu's strength is far inferior to that of Tiantang and Xuan Qin. There are so many masters gathered in Donggu City. There may be something wrong with this, right?
Han Muye glanced at the people coming from Mo Chu's caravan, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
really.
There is actually a person with hidden cultivation among the people of Mo Chu, who is at least a strong person in the late human immortal stage.
For the Huling Ruins world, such cultivation is already rare.
What's more, in the current situation in the Ruins Realm, people above human immortals are basically in places like the Thirty Thousand Miles Battlefield or the Lingxiao Palace.
It is impossible for immortals to appear in the world unless necessary.
"when--"
In the middle of the lobby, a shaking sound was heard.
Zhao Minghe's long sword pierced the light curtain in front of the female cultivator.
The light curtain was directly torn into pieces, and then the sword edge was pressed against the Dongxiao.
Dongxiao couldn't resist, and was pressed against the female cultivator's chest by the long sword, rising and falling with her breathing.
A sword.
Zhao Minghe slowly sheathed his sword and said calmly: "I accept it."
After saying that, he walked slowly back to his seat, reached out to pick up the still rotating wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Taoist Yunting, who was sitting in the main hall, laughed loudly and pointed at Zhao Minghe: "Minghe, your swordsmanship has improved again."
Who knows whether I have made any progress?
At this time, Taoist Yunting said this just to show that he was close to Zhao Minghe.
Zhao Minghe stood up, cupped his hands and said, "My Jianchi inheritance is extensive and profound, and there are countless powerful people in our sect like Master Yunting's uncle. The methods of my disciples are nothing."
This was said beautifully. It not only praised his own sect and Taoist Yunting, but also quietly belittled the people from Mo Chu.
If you can't accept this trivial means, then you are nothing.
Taoist Master Yunting laughed with satisfaction, and the practitioners sitting with him in the main hall also had relaxed expressions on their faces.
Anyway, this is a win back.
The female cultivator opposite slowly took back her flute, glanced at Zhao Minghe, turned around and walked back to her seat.
Han Muye paused for a moment on the female cultivator and glanced at the flute in her hand.
Taoist Yunting picked up his wine glass and toasted again with a smile. Suddenly, the original dullness in the hall disappeared.
The banquet continued, and the people of Mo Chu no longer talked about the competition.
When the banquet was over, Zhao Minghe and the others stood up and left. Taoist Yunting sent them out, and then ordered someone to deliver a box of spiritual stones.
This is considered a reward, and Zhao Minghe is not polite.
On the second day, when Han Muye and the others left Donggu City, they heard that the Mochu caravan had already left last night.
"I guess you were hit by Brother Minghe's sword, right?" A Jianchi disciple wearing dark clothes shook his head and chuckled.
Practitioners are all arrogant. Last night, Zhao Minghe's sword made Mo Chu see the depth of Jianchi.
Perhaps the people of Mo Chu felt that they were unable to compete with Jianchi and left early?
In the carriage, Han Muye's eyes revealed a glimmer of light.
The motorcade moved forward, and soon after leaving Donggu City, they entered the land of Mochu.
Different from the prosperity of Tiantang, Mochu is obviously desolate and barren.
There is nothing we can do about it. No matter where the war continues, there will be no prosperity.
Along the way, the caravan encountered many bandits who robbed the road, and among them there were actually people wearing clothes and armor, who were obviously members of Mo Chu's regular army.
There was even a military siege.
Fortunately, both Zhao Minghe and other Jianchi disciples are the elite among the elite.
With their fighting strength, as long as they are not truly strong, they will be safe.
As for those truly strong men, who would have the nerve to rob the Tao?
The motorcade moved forward and entered the hinterland of Mochu.
This is already the edge of the East China Sea.
At this time, a piece of news came.
The remaining forces of Mochu were in internal strife, and most of the Mochu royal family were killed. Many practitioners who had never been seen before appeared and took charge of the places where the Mochu forces lived.
"We don't care about Mo Chu's affairs, but the city facing the sea is now taken over by those cultivators who don't know where they came from." Zhao Minghe, who was riding on the gale horse, turned his head, his expression showing a trace of solemnity.
Linhai City is the passage leading to the Immortal Island in the East China Sea and to the battlefield of the two realms of Thirty Thousand Miles.
The occupation of Linhai City will block the way forward for all parties.
"Now it depends on whether the forces occupying Linhai City are willing to continue to support the operation of the battlefields of the two realms, or..." Beside Zhao Minghe, a young man with a long sword hanging on his waist turned his head, "or are they originally Linhai?"
People from the Dragon Realm.”
People from the Linglong Realm.
Everyone had a look of solemnity on their faces.
If the other party is from the Linglong Realm, then I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble this time.
"Be alert." Zhao Minghe glanced at the rear frame and lowered his voice, "Remember our responsibilities."
The other Jianchi disciples looked at each other and nodded.
As the convoy moved forward, it encountered many fleeing people along the way, as well as some broken troops.
From time to time, some panicked caravans would turn back.
"Don't go to Linhai City. There is a martial law there and they say they won't open until the chaos is settled."
"Hey, they really kill people, no matter where you say they come from."
"It's over. Linhai City is in complete chaos. I don't know what's going on on the Immortal Island..."
The news that came made everyone realize that it might be a little difficult to enter the East China Sea this time.
"Senior Brother Zhao, why don't we wait first?"
A Jianchi disciple looked at Zhao Minghe.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhao Minghe raised his head and looked in the direction of the car frame, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
There is no response in the direction of the frame.
"Keep walking." He said calmly and rode quickly.
The others looked at each other and also lowered their heads and rushed forward.
In just half a day, Linhai City is in sight.
The huge city is surrounded by golden light pillars that reach the sky.
Only from the teleportation formation here can one directly enter the Immortal Island and then transfer to the battlefield thirty thousand miles away.
"Who is it? Linhai City is under martial law, no one can enter or leave -"
There was a sound from the front of the motorcade.
A golden-armored warrior holding a spear stood there, followed by a group of soldiers in similar armor.
The aura emanating from these people is extremely solemn and thick.
At least the cultivation level is at the earth level, or even half a step into the heaven level.
A group of guards can be so strong in cultivation. What kind of force is occupying Linhai City?
"My lords, we are the caravan of Qilin Pavilion. The shopkeeper has already ordered a batch of goods, which are urgently needed to be delivered to the island."
Zhao Minghe held his hands towards the generals, with a slight smile on his face: "I hope you will be lenient."
Qilin Pavilion is a large force composed of dozens of casual cultivators on a fairy island under the rule of Lingxiao Tiangong.
Although they are casual cultivators, some of these people are immortals or even in the heavenly realm.
"People from Qilin Pavilion?" The general leading the team opposite fell on Zhao Minghe, and then looked back.
He glanced over and said loudly: "People from Qilin Pavilion can enter the city. You three pavilion masters are in the city."
Are the three pavilion masters in the city?
What does it mean?
Zhao Minghe was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face immediately turned into surprise.
"Is the Master of Juliang Pavilion in the city? That's better. If I deliver the supplies to him, my mission will be completed."
The golden-armored general on the opposite side didn't say anything. He waved his hands and asked the soldiers behind him to get out of the way.
As the motorcade moved forward, the smile on Zhao Minghe's face slowly faded.
"Be careful." He whispered softly.
Everyone behind him nodded inconspicuously.
In the carriage, Gu Chengming and Guo Lang also looked at each other, and then quietly moved a little closer to Han Muye.
The carriage moved forward and entered the city.
Along the city wall, you can see bodies being hung up one after another.
There were messy blood stains on the ground.
The people who occupied Linhai City caused a lot of killings here.
The motorcade moved forward for several miles when Zhao Minghe suddenly raised his hand and everyone froze.
Ahead, in the middle of the road, a big man holding a long sword stood there, and behind him, there were teams of soldiers standing in battle formation.
"Are you from Qilin Pavilion?"
The big man's eyes fell on Zhao Minghe and he spoke loudly.
Zhao Minghe nodded.
The big man smiled, raised the long knife in his hand, and pointed at the back of the convoy: "You three pavilion masters were hung three miles away, and you didn't see it?"
The three pavilion masters were hung three miles away!
This sentence made everyone in the team change their expressions.
Zhao Minghe flew up and thrust out the sword in his hand.
"rush--"
He let out a low cry, and a group of Jianchi disciples behind protected the carriage and rushed forward.
Everyone pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, and their sword intent concentrated on them.
"I know you are not from Qilin Pavilion." The big man with the sword smiled and cut Zhao Minghe down with his sword.
"They are from Jianchi, right?"
"Don't leave once you're here!"
The long sword shone with golden light, and struck Zhao Minghe's long sword with one strike, causing the sword light to tremble.
The light of the sword collided with the light of the sword, and the surrounding ten feet of space was turbulent like water waves.
Zhao Minghe's body flew backwards, retreated three feet, and his body was like a flying swallow that turned back and fell down again.
The long sword thrust out again, and the sword edge turned into thousands of streams of light.
"Good idea!"
The big man with the sword shouted loudly, waved the sword in his hand, and the soldiers in the formation behind him stepped out.
A golden beam of light blocked the sword's edge, causing Zhao Minghe's long sword to pierce the beam of light and vibrate slightly.
"Sword formation—" Zhao Minghe shouted loudly without hesitation.
The five Jianchi disciples behind him rushed forward and thrust out their swords, matching the sword light he thrust out.
Suddenly, the sword light shone, forming a stream of light and exploding.
The beam of light that resisted it was turbulent and finally shattered.
The convoy rushed towards the military formation, and the man with the knife gritted his teeth and flew to one side to avoid it.
The stream of light tore apart the military formation, and the soldiers were either killed or pushed away.
In the carriage, Han Muye suddenly stretched out his hand and made a move.
A broken long knife fell into his hand.
A thin stream of light flashed across the blade.
There was a deep divine light in his eyes.
"People from the Zhou Tian Divine Realm..."
Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye looked out the car window.
I really didn’t expect that in the battle for the annexation of the Xu Realm, there would be shadows from the Zhou Tian Divine Realm.
After the Linglong Realm, someone from the God Realm took action.
Looking at the figures being picked down outside the window, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
After all, it was the God Realm, and he still underestimated the other party.
In recent years, it seems that the divine world has also been quietly making plans.
You must know that the Ruins Realm is also one of the starting points for calamities in this universe.
Since there is no way to prevent the calamity, be the one who promotes the calamity and seize the initiative.
Han Muye admitted that the plan of the God Realm did have some truth to it.
However, they still underestimated a little bit of this.
That is him, Han Muye.
It seems that after finding Mu Wan, he needs to go to the Great Wilderness Realm and several other large ruins.
Especially the one behind the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the place where his soul was shaken even just looking at it.
Will Zhoutian Divine Realm pay attention to Honghuang?
It would be interesting if it were really laid out in the wilderness.
Phoenix, Canglong, Nielong, including Youying, and several of their prehistoric overlords have all returned to the prehistoric times!
The convoy moved forward quickly and rushed to a golden light pillar that held up the sky.
This light pillar is the teleportation light array that is sent to the fairy island.
"You escort the three senior brothers to leave first." Zhao Minghe stood in front of the pillar of light with his sword in hand. He turned around and looked at the large number of soldiers rushing towards the formation, as well as several figures wearing Taoist robes flying into the sky.
Several Jianchi disciples protected the carriage frame and rushed towards the light beam.
At this moment, a cry came out: "Fellow Daoists of Jianchi, please protect Princess Mo Li of my Mo Chu lineage from leaving!"
The sound resounded, and a Taoist priest wearing a green robe, covered in blood, rushed over.
He was holding a fainted female cultivator in his hand, and behind him were two strong men from the Half-Step Immortal Realm. They used all their strength to block the pursuing figures.
Zhao Minghe narrowed his eyes.
He had seen that female nun before.
He was the one who fought and sparred with him in Donggu City.
Han Muye raised his head, his expression unchanged.
The person who came flying to the fairyland was the one hidden in Donggu City.
It turned out that it was enshrined by a Mochu royal family.
"Come on, the mission is urgent!" Zhao Minghe shouted in a low voice.
The disciples at the back looked at each other and rushed towards the beam of light while protecting the carriage.
At other times, Zhao Minghe might have come to the rescue, but at this time, as he said, the task was urgent.
"Save people."
A voice suddenly sounded from the carriage.
Everyone was stunned.
Zhao Minghe was also stunned.
This is Han Muye's voice.
"Canglang——"
Gu Chengming, who was sitting next to Han Muye, did not hesitate at all and flew up, unsheathing his long sword.
The sword light directly turned into a hundred feet, and one sword cut down the stars, bringing out a strong wind that roared like a sea tide.
The sword came out, and the gods and ghosts in the world were shocked!
This sword cannot be blocked by immortals!
As soon as the sword light fell, those who besieged the Mo Chu worshiper all retreated and fled.
Gu Chengming's figure fell on the square in front, one man and one sword, like a pillar of heaven.
"Thank you."
The Mo Chu priest whispered in surprise, then rushed towards the light pillar with the female cultivator and a few people behind him.
They had just arrived in front of the light pillar when Han Muye's voice sounded from within the carriage.
"Who gave that hole flute?"
The man who was walking quickly was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the flute on Mo Li's waist.
"This thing was given to the princess by Princess Mo Yue."
In the carriage, Han Muye sat upright and opened the curtains.
The deep divine light in his eyes shone as he looked at the immortal.