949. Only by resisting my palm can you be qualified to follow me.
Zhang Mingyuan took the long sword, bowed and said: "Disciple understands."
In ordinary times, Han Muye is no longer responsible for all matters of the Mitian Sword Sect, but Zhang Mingyuan is responsible for them.
Although Xu Fengran and others are powerful in cultivation, they are not clear about the affairs of the Mitian Sword Sect, and they have no time to care about these matters.
Only Zhang Mingyuan’s identity is the most suitable.
Han Muye followed the soldiers and passed through camps one after another. In front of him were the stretches of black military tents.
The military tent that guards the soldiers.
The garrison that patrols and protects the camp is stationed here.
Behind the black military tent is a space filled with blood.
Although he couldn't see clearly, the surging energy and blood that came out made people feel palpitated.
Among them, there are buildings where the power of heaven and earth surges.
Above the First Yuan, there is the realm of Qiankun.
Over there, there are many powerful people in the Qiankun realm.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a glint of sword light flashed in his eyes as if he was about to tear apart the heaven and the earth.
That side should be where Zhentianwei lives.
"Is this Sect Leader Han Muye Han Muye?" a voice sounded, and a big man wearing a green robe came over and looked at Han Muye.
"I wonder if Sect Leader Han still remembers my Fearless Golden Body Sect?"
Don’t be afraid of the Golden Body Sect.
The sect that participated in the siege of the Mitian Sword Sect and suffered heavy losses in the end.
Miyuefeng led by Han Muye once fought against them.
Looking at Han Muye's expression, the big man laughed: "Of course Sect Master Han doesn't remember, I'm—"
"Shao Ming." Han Muye's words stunned the big man.
He is Shao Ming, the elder of the Wufearless Golden Body Sect who originally commanded all forces to besiege Miyue Peak.
It's just that at this time, Shao Ming no longer looked like he had gray hair. Instead, he was strong and full of energy and blood.
It was obvious that his cultivation had improved, making his energy and blood stronger.
In Han Muye's eyes, Shao Ming was in the middle stage of the Dao Destruction Realm at this time.
"Haha, it would be great if Sect Leader Han could recognize me." Shao Ming narrowed his eyes, looked at Han Muye, and said with a chuckle: "Our two sects can be considered neighbors after all, don't say I didn't take care of you."
"You, the Mitian Sword Sect, dare to command an army."
Pointing to the military tent behind him, Shao Ming said coldly: "That is Lord Yu Rongkai's military tent. Sir, I want to see you."
After saying that, he stood aside and sneered as he watched Han Muye walk towards the military tent.
This is a coalition camp. Tens of millions of troops are gathered here. It's easier to kill a person than to crush an ant.
Han Muye quickly walked into the military tent and saw a large man in black armor standing there in the large military tent with his hands behind his back.
Han Muye walked into the military tent. The big man turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a hint of coldness, "Who are you?"
"Why do you come to Pontius to control the big account?"
Han Muye stopped and looked at the big man in front of him.
The big man's expression was genuine, he really wondered why he came here.
"My name is Han Muye."
"Master of the Mitian Sword Sect."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
The big man frowned, looked at Han Muye's figure, and said solemnly: "Why do you come to see the leader of this capital?"
Han Muye did not speak.
Because there was already a lot of noise coming from outside the big tent behind me.
Several figures rushed into the tent.
"Han Muye, how dare you assassinate Lord Dutong!"
"Does the Mitian Sword Sect want to rebel? Dare you come to Lord Dutong's military tent to assassinate you!"
Wearing a white robe, He Chengyang rushed into the tent, pointing a long green-grey staff at Han Muye.
On the other side, several soldiers in black armor also pointed their swords and guns at Han Muye. Their murderous intent was concentrated on their bodies, and they were ready to take action as soon as Han Muye moved.
The big man in the big tent frowned but said nothing.
Seeing Han Muye standing there with a calm expression, He Chengyang smiled and stepped forward slowly: "You are Han Muye, the Han Muye who dares to be the enemy of our Yuntian Dao Sect."
He pointed the wooden staff at Han Muye's chest with an arrogant look on his face: "If you dare to come to the military tent to assassinate officials of the Immortal Dynasty, you and the Mitian Sword Sect behind you will be destroyed."
"Assassination?" Han Muye spread his hands and said calmly: "I didn't bring a sword."
A sword cultivator came without a sword.
This was clearly not an assassination.
He Chengyang was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pulled out the long sword hanging from the waist of a soldier beside him.
"Clang."
The long sword was thrown at Han Muye's feet.
He Chengyang looked at Han Muye and sneered: "Now I have a sword."
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he nodded: "I understand."
The big man standing in front had a look of impatience on his face and glanced at He Chengyang.
He Chengyang hurriedly bowed: "Uncle, this person is against our Yuntian Taoist sect, and now he comes to your military camp without an order. I have to punish him, why not——"
Before he could finish his words, the big man waved his hand: "Take him to prison."
Several soldiers came forward, but Han Muye did not need them to push or capture him, and walked directly out of the tent.
The armored man turned his head, looked at He Chengyang, and said solemnly: "I don't care about your nonsense, but if you spoil my important task of accumulating meritorious service in exchange for the qualification of Tianzhen Guard, I will not show mercy even if you kiss my nephew."
He Chengyang trembled all over and hurriedly whispered: "Uncle, don't worry, the military camp established by Yuntian Dao Sect will definitely be at your disposal."
These words made the armored man's expression soften a little and he waved his hand.
He Chengyang hurriedly walked out of the tent and looked at the soldiers escorting Han Muye away.
He stepped forward, whispered a few words into the ears of the leading soldiers, and presented two pieces of Pantian Stone.
This is the Qiankun Pantian Stone. One piece is a thousand-grade Pantian Stone.
Several soldiers took a look, collected the Pantian Stone, then nodded and led Han Muye away.
Watching Han Muye leave, He Chengyang showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"Zhengtian Jue Death Camp, not to mention not reaching the Shiyuan Realm, even the Qiankun Realm, not many people can come back alive."
"If you offend my Yuntian Dao Sect, this is what you will end up with."
He Chengyang sneered and whispered, while Shao Lin beside him bowed and waited.
"Let's go, let's take over the sect's camp and form a military formation."
"If my uncle can become the Heaven-Suppressing Guard, my Yuntian Dao Sect will definitely have a good life in the future."
…
The Heaven-Suppressing Death Camp.
Han Muye looked at the practitioners around him who were either sitting cross-legged, lying down, or looking bored.
"Boy, no matter how you got here, now that you are here, your fate is already determined."
An old man with disheveled hair and beard turned his head to look at Han Muye.
On the other side, there was a big man wearing black half-armor, his eyes fixed on Han Muye.
"The death camp, every time we go out to fight, we fight hard."
"If you don't die in ten battles, you will be free."
"If you can survive a hundred battles, you can join the Heavenly Guard."
The voice of the man in half armor sounded.
He walked towards Han Muye, slowly stretched out his hand and punched him.
Others scattered around were watching the punch hit Han Muye.
They have seen this kind of scene countless times.
"Bang."
A punch hit Han Muye's chest, and Han Muye's body remained motionless.
"If you can keep me from dying with one punch, you are qualified to follow me." The big man laughed and his expression softened.
Others around me are also a little more relaxed.
The big man raised his arm again, and the energy and blood in his body gathered.
"If you take one more punch from me, you will not die and you will be qualified to walk with me."
"Bang——"
After another punch, Han Muye remained motionless.
There were several exclamations from all around.
"Okay, you will go with me when we charge in the future." The big man said loudly.
"What about the three punches?" Han Muye's voice sounded.
The big man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "If you survive with three punches, I will charge as you please."
After the words fell, he raised his hand and punched out.
As soon as this punch came out, there was a blood-colored stream of light oscillating around him, and the original power surged.
The power of heaven and earth is contained in the fist, this fist has the power to destroy Tao!
In the death camp, the Dao Destroyer Realm is already considered a master.
Everyone around held their breaths to watch the punch fall.
At this moment, Han Muye raised his palms, his feet were uneven, and he pushed his palms forward.
"Only by resisting my palm can you be qualified to follow me."