Han Muye walked over with a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "With such a great victory today, why is there no wine?"
"Yes! There is wine!" Sun Dayong rubbed his hands, turned around and took out a small wine jar.
"Well, Sun Dayong, you said yesterday that you had finished drinking!" Jiang Han cursed, but there was a smile on his face.
"Senior Brother Han, why are you here?" Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.
As soon as he finished asking, everyone froze.
Tang Ming, who was standing aside, sighed softly and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Han is here for the elder of Jiange, right?"
The elder of Jiange.
Today, the power of the sword of the sword pavilion elder shocked everyone.
But this sword is the result of the lifelong cultivation of the sword pavilion elder.
From then on, the elder of Jiange became an old mortal.
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and the atmosphere suddenly darkened.
Han Muye stepped forward, laughed, and lifted the wine jar from Sun Dayong's hand.
"As a sword cultivator, I just want to be free with my sword and be able to kill the Supreme Elder of the Tailing Sword Sect with one sword. The sword of the sword pavilion elder is worth it."
"A sword watcher from the Sword Pavilion has practiced for a period of time, isn't it just for this sword?"
He raised the wine pot and signaled to everyone: "We have a great victory today, let's celebrate."
As he spoke, he raised his head, raised the wine jar, took a big sip of wine, and then passed the wine jar forward.
I don't know who took it and took a sip.
One hand reached out, took the wine jar, and took a long sip of wine.
After turning around, the wine jar is empty.
"No more wine?"
"I have."
"I have."
"Grandma's, they are all hidden deep enough."
…
When Han Muye woke up, he was already in the carriage carriage that was creaking forward.
He tried to think back, but he only remembered drinking and bragging with a group of Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciples.
He seemed to have also practiced the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect taught by Mo Yuan, shouting that he would open up a new avenue for ordinary swordsmen in the world.
"woke up?"
"Last night, your Ten Thousand Swords Guizong style was so powerful that it almost chopped down half of Luyuan Mountain."
The gentle voice of the Jiange elder sounded, and then Han Muye was shocked and sat up.
"Hey, Mo Yuan gave this to you."
"He went to the East China Sea and said he would definitely return within a hundred years."
The elder of Jiange stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a dark ring.
Space ring.
Two spiritual weapons and three hundred thousand spiritual stones.
Various spiritual materials and elixirs took up about three feet of space.
The total space of the ring is only half a foot in diameter.
If your spiritual mind penetrates into it, you can take out the contents of the ring.
"I've checked it out for you. Everything is worth millions of spiritual stones."
"Your boy's current net worth is richer than most of the elders on Jiuxuan Mountain."
There was a hint of emotion in the voice of the Jiange elder.
There are not many elders on Jiuxuan Mountain who can match the tyranny of Mo Yuan in terms of cultivation and combat ability, and even fewer can slaughter families and sects.
This time, the one who gained the most from wiping out the San Qin Sword Sect was probably Mo Yuan.
Sitting upright and looking outside the carriage, Han Muye felt a little frustrated.
I was in such a chaotic mood last night and drank too much that I missed seeing Master Mo Yuan off.
As the carriage moved forward, Han Muye studied the ring on his hand. From time to time, the elder of Jiange gave him instructions on how to use his spiritual thoughts to put in and take out items.
According to the elders of Jiange, personal belongings can be placed in the ring, but the most convenient sword must not be placed in it.
The great monk has the means to influence the power of sealing space.
Moreover, when sword cultivators fight, life and death can happen in an instant. If you distract your mind from the ring to take the sword, you are courting death.
"You should study Mo Yuan's Ten Thousand Swords Guizong carefully, and if you can slash it with the sword of the soul," a trace of longing flashed across the face of the sword pavilion elder, and he whispered: "Maybe the heavenly realm can be hurt."
Use the swordsmanship of Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect to activate the sword of the soul.
Han Muye nodded.
He has deduced it and it is feasible.
On the way, disciples would report news from time to time.
The results of the battle at Luyuan Mountain spread much faster than their advance.
They had only turned around for a few hundred miles, but the elders of the sects under the rule of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, thousands of miles away, had already come to greet the elders of Jiange.
"Zheng Changhe of the Muyun Sword Sect led his disciples to pay homage to the elder Gao of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion."
"Elder Tianwei, one sword cuts half a step into the sky, and the world is shaken."
The green-robed Taoist standing in front of the carriage was full of flattery, and the disciples behind him were full of reverence.
This is the fifth wave of such a welcoming team.
"Master Zheng is so polite."
"We have to rush back to Jianmen, so we won't stay any longer."
"If Master Zheng is willing, he can lead his disciples to help me, Elder Su Yuan of the Sword Sect, to suppress the rebellion."
The elder of Jiange spoke calmly, with dignity in his voice.
Zheng Changhe hurriedly bowed and agreed.
The sects who came to visit along the way were just to express their attitude, and they did not really want to establish friendship with the elders of Jiange.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the Jiuxuan Sword Gate convoy continued to move forward.
Except for a few of these dozens of carts that were occupied by people, most of them were loaded with treasures obtained from the Sanqin Sword Sect.
The whole foundation of a school lies here.
Both the carriage and the horse drawn by it are blessed with formation talismans, which can travel thousands of miles at a time.
At noon, an urgent report came from a disciple.
Shocking news.
The Tailing Sword Sect merged with the Fengling Sword Sect.
Two supreme elders of Tailing Sword Sect serve as supreme elders of Fengling Sword Sect, and all disciples are merged into Fengling Sword Sect.
The former leader of the Tailing Sword Sect and several elders of the realm have disappeared.
"What a missing person..." On the carriage, the elder of Jiange looked calm and spoke in a low voice.
Is it possible that the leader of the Tailing Sword Sect, one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang, and several powerful people from all over the world have disappeared together?
"The Tailing Sword Sect merged with the Fengling Sword Sect. Is this why Mu Tieyang came to fight to the death?" Han Muye looked at the sword pavilion elder and asked.
The elder of Jiange shook his head and nodded again.
"If it weren't for the catastrophe, neither the Tailing Sword Sect nor Mu Tieyang would make this choice."
A catastrophic disaster.
Is it the same as the choice made by Jiuxuan Sword Sect this time?
The Nine-Xuan Sword Sect's period of suppressing demons for ten thousand years is about to end. What kind of disaster will the Tailing Sword Sect face?
Han Muye remembered what Mu Tieyang's remnant soul said, that if he could survive the sword of the sword pavilion elder, he could prevent the Tailing Sword Sect from being annexed.
Unfortunately, he died.
"Full speed ahead!"
At this moment, the elder of Jiange suddenly shouted in a low voice.
The entire convoy speeded up immediately.
"The Fengling Sword Sect has annexed the Tailing Sword Sect. The first thing I'm afraid is to avenge Mu Tieyang." The elder of Jiange narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye who was sitting in front of him.
Fengling Sword Sect wants to appease people's hearts.
The best way is to avenge Mu Tieyang and kill Gao Changgong, the elder of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion.
"Boy, remember to save your life."
There was a strange aura on the sword pavilion elder's body, and he cast his gaze into the distance.
The nine sects in Western Xinjiang directly became eight sects, and the four major sword sects also lost one sect.
Such a major event was accomplished with just one sword strike from the sword pavilion elder.
Only then did Han Muye deeply feel the importance of the great monk.
Every word and deed of these great monks is related to the general trend of the entire Western Xinjiang.
The lives and deaths of countless people depend on their thoughts.
In the carriage, Han Muye reached out and grasped the hilt of the broken sword hidden in his sleeve.
Wave after wave of sword energy quietly poured into the sword body.
After a few breaths, the remnants of Mu Tieyang's obsession condensed in his mind.
Han Muye said directly: "The Tailing Sword Sect and the Fengling Sword Sect have merged."
The remnant soul that had just condensed stood there for a moment, with a look of astonishment on its face, and then a look of sadness that was difficult to hide.
"Knew it……"
"That's fine, that's fine."
Mu Tieyang's remaining soul muttered to himself and lowered his head.
"The Tailing Sword Sect leader and several Earth Realm elders are missing." Han Muye spoke again.
