92, with the spirit of the heavenly monster, condensed into a sword of spirit!
I don't want to die.
It's strange that when Han Muye looked at that beautiful face, he had this thought in his mind.
His figure was frozen in place, unable to move at all, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart.
One part, bound by a strange force, had to stare into the eyes of the female cultivator.
The other part, swirling in my mind, is trying its best to mobilize the sword energy and sword intention in the sea of qi and dantian, and wants to fight to the death.
Han Muye said nothing, and the smile on the female cultivator's face became even wider.
"No wonder the person selected by Jiu Xuan Sword is really quite capable. At least there are not many people in the sword pavilion who can achieve this level of determination."
The female cultivator raised her hand, climbed up Han Muye's shoulders with her gentle hands, followed his cheek, caressed the top of his head, and then gently clasped the small bronze sword inserted in his hair.
"Buzz——"
The small sword shook and shook the female cultivator's hand away.
For the first time, the nun's face showed surprise.
Then, she chuckled.
"Okay, okay, if you are not controlled by me, I can control him." After the words fell, she raised the bright three-inch sword in her hand and pierced Han Muye's eyebrows.
The sword light turned into a cocoon of light and enveloped Han Muye, and the female cultivator's body also dissipated.
Surrender.
The thought of bowing his head and kneeling emerged in Han Muye's heart.
This female cultivator is absolutely beautiful, and I should protect her for the rest of my life.
This thought took root in an instant and grew into a towering tree in his heart.
"Hey, I'm still repairing the sword bone. It just so happens that my demon bone is similar to the sword bone condensation method, so it's an advantage for you."
The female nun's gentle voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.
Then he felt a stinging pain as if the bone marrow in his body was being pulled away, his mind was shaken, his legs and feet were weak, and he wanted to kneel down.
All of this is feedback from the mind at the center of the body.
But at this time, another part of his mind was watching and waiting soberly.
Waves of green and white aura poured into his body, giving his originally jade-colored bones an extra layer of aura.
The spiritual light gathered, and a section of his spine on his back turned into the shape of a misty white jade.
In his mind, the figure of the female nun appeared.
"Submit to me and take out the Jiuxuan Sword that suppresses my body." In my mind, the female cultivator's voice revealed endless charm.
Han Muye's soul seemed to want to surrender unconditionally and agree.
It's now!
His spirit of waiting fell immediately.
Han Muye, who was motionless at first, was shaken all over, and all the sword energy and sword intent in his qi sea and dantian exploded.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the sword energy around him condensed into a jade of light and shadow!
Use the sword intention as a screen to eliminate all perceptions of divine soul and aura.
In his mind, the female cultivator's eyes widened.
"You isolated me from the body's induction?"
"With your cultivation, how much can you suppress me?"
There was a look of amusement on the female nun's face, she raised her hand and pointed to nothingness in front of her.
"With your fragile soul, do you want to be destroyed directly and become a living dead?"
Originally, Han Muye had eight sword intentions in his Qi Sea.
There are nearly ten thousand condensed sword energies in the sea of qi.
Just now, at the gate of the sword pavilion, I killed the Tailing Sword Sect, consuming a sword intent.
The battle with Qin Yuanhe consumed two sword powers.
At this time, the remaining five sword energies and tens of thousands of fragmented sword energies in his body exploded at once.
His soul simply cannot activate such a powerful force.
Just like a sword watcher who practices the Condensing Sword Technique can only activate the power of the Hundred Breath Heaven Realm, Han Muye can activate these sword energy and sword intent at this time, no more than ten breaths.
After ten breaths, his soul will collapse. Even if his body does not die, his soul will turn into nothingness and become a living dead with no body or soul.
"Okay, once your soul dissipates, I will take over this body and make it into an incarnation."
"When the time comes, the real body disappears, the incarnation controls the Nine Mysterious Swords, and I become a peerless swordsman. It's interesting, interesting."
The female cultivator's eyes flashed with light.
Han Muye ignored her.
Time is running out.
Ten breaths, two breaths have passed.
"Concentrate your mind into a sword."
"With God, use the sword." A low voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.
The expression on the female nun's face changed suddenly.
"You, you want to practice the Condensing Sword Technique?"
"How can you, with your weak soul, still be able to condense a sword?"
"I'm afraid your soul will collapse before the sword is condensed..."
For the first time, Han Muye responded to the female cultivator: "It's not my soul-condensing sword, it's yours, senior."
As the words fell, endless sword light lit up in Han Muye's mind.
The female cultivator wanted to retreat, but was surrounded by sword light, and then strangled and turned into pieces.
This is within Han Muye's body, this is the divine treasure where his soul resides. He has the final say on everything here!
It is true that the female cultivator is the soul of a great demon in the heavenly realm.
But it's just a separate soul.
Her true body is suppressed by the Jiuxuan Sword.
If Han Muye hadn't brought the bone sword to the sword pavilion, the female cultivator's soul power would not have been able to be stimulated.
Just now, Han Muye exploded all his sword intent and instantly turned it into a barrier, cutting off his connection with the outside world within ten breaths.
This also cuts off the connection between the avatar and the main body of the great demon's soul in the divine treasure.
In the divine hideout, sword light rises.
All the fragments condensed into a small clear sword.
The sword is three inches long, surrounded by light, and rotates gently.
"The Sword of the Soul."
Han Muye whispered softly.
Condensing the sword with the soul.
The small sword in his divine possession has solidified.
Han Muye's own soul cultivation would take a kilometer to condense such a soul sword.
But the split soul of a great demon in the heaven realm is much richer and richer than the condensed soul of him.
The Sword Condensation Technique uses the divine soul of a great demon in the heavenly realm to form a divine soul sword!
With this sword, you can defeat the heavenly realm within a hundred breaths!
"Buzz——"
The sword energy barrier around Han Muye began to gather and dissipate.
His whole body was shaken, and he collected the scattered sword energy into his body.
When all the sword energy fell into Dantian and Qihai, there were only two sword intentions left, less than three thousand sword energy.
In his sea of energy, the fire-based sword intention of Tao Ran, which he obtained from the Purple Flame Sword, vibrated, and another sword intention like the breeze rotated along with it.
Most of the sword intent was lost.
worth.
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
Although he is now weak and pale due to the shock of his soul and the consumption of his sword power.
In exchange for that concentrated sword in the divine treasure, even if all the sword energy in the body is consumed, it is worth it!
Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and the power of the divine soul sword in his divine treasure was infiltrated, causing his divine soul to increase rapidly.
"What a cruel little guy..."
On the first floor of the sword pavilion, there was a sound floating in the air.
Han Muye snorted coldly, and the divine soul sword in the divine treasure trembled slightly.
"Buzz——"
Throughout the sword pavilion, countless swords responded!
The looming demon's voice paused and disappeared.
At this time, Han Muye was no longer afraid of the great demon suppressed by the Nine-Xuan Sword!
"Brother Han!"
Outside the Jiange Gate, Huang Laoliu's anxious voice sounded.
Han Muye turned around and walked over. Huang Laoliu rushed into the sword pavilion in two steps, reached out and grabbed Han Muye's arm, looked up and down, and saw that his face was pale and there was nothing wrong with his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"When I arrived at the mountain gate, I heard that Jiange was attacked and that someone was injured."
Han Muye nodded and whispered: "Brother Lu, your eyes were hurt."
Huang Laoliu's hands trembled.
"I, Jiange, will raise him." Huang Laoliu said in a deep voice.
Even if Lu Gao loses his eyes and cannot do other things in Jianmen, Jiange can support him.
A hint of emotion flashed in Han Muye's eyes, he nodded slightly, and then whispered: "What's going on with the Cao family?"
The Cao family is of great importance to Jianmen.
Hearing Han Muye ask, Huang Laoliu looked a little gloomy.
"The head of the Cao family is seriously injured and has a broken arm. He doesn't know when he will wake up."
"Elder Su Liang said that even if he wakes up, his ability to refine weapons will probably be useless."
The weapon-refining master has broken his arm, and he probably only has less than 30% of his weapon-refining skills left.
"Also, the direct grandson of the Cao family was kidnapped by people from the Tailing Sword Sect."
"That's the trouble."
Han Muye also looked gloomy.
The direct grandson of the Cao family was in the hands of the Tailing Sword Sect, and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect threw a rat-proof weapon.
The Cao family is also tied up and will always be a hidden danger in the future.
"Hey, my Jiuxuan Sword Sect is the third among the four major sword sects and one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang. How can it be like a sieve?"
Huang Laoliu shook his head, with a complicated expression on his face.
As a disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, he has enjoyed the aloofness of a disciple of a major sect.
But at this moment, it seemed as if the tiger skin of Jiuxuan Sword Gate was torn open in one fell swoop, revealing a body riddled with holes.
This was hard for Huang Laoliu to accept.
There was a hint of coldness in Han Muye's eyes, and he whispered: "Brother Six, I'm going out for a while."