Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Zhao Pingyu raised his hand, and thousands of golden floating lights scattered.

The clouds are scattered, the sky and the earth are clear and bright, and the blue sky is high and clear.

Outside Dongyuan City, the Wanren Peak is revealed.

The mountain is tens of thousands of meters high, with craggy rocks and safflower mangroves on it, burning like a flame.

This is the second time Dongyuan Mountain has been revealed.

The first time was when Han Muye came to Dongyuan City and fought against Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, causing the Dongyuan Mountain to shake.

Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan felt his own kendo that day and left Dongyuan City.

Today, another strong man in Dongyuan City is also leaving.

Standing on the stone steps outside the city lord's mansion, the city lord Su Zisheng showed a complicated expression and sighed softly.

He knew that day would come.

The practitioners in the world will never have a banquet that will never leave.

If you want to find your own way, you will always leave.

"boom-"

The sky and the earth roared and vibrated, and the high mountain turned into a big azure stone with three peaks standing upright, and it fell on Zhao Pingyu's palm.

This mountain of ten thousand is a treasure.

"Hehe, big brother, living in Dongyuan City for so many years, I have nothing to give you."

Zhao Pingyu looked in the direction of Dongyuan City, slapped the bluestone in his hand and turned it into three.

He waved his sleeves and swept one of them towards Dongyuan City.

That mountain peaked into a thousand zhang size in mid-air, suspended in mid-air.

"Hey, there is nothing I can give you as a eldest brother, Yunlan Sword Immortal, as long as you can help the second brother find the inheritance of the predecessors of the formation, my Dongyuan City will be merged into Yunlan City in the future, and I will be a gift for Yunlan City. Acropolis."

Su Zisheng's voice sounded, making Zhao Pingyu tremble.

Dongyuan City is Su Zisheng's half-life effort!

He turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

Although Su Zisheng's cultivation is not top-notch, his attitude and behavior are really nothing to say.

When he invited Han Muye to Dongyuan City, he directly took out so many treasures as a lucky draw, winning the hearts of all the sword cultivators.

Today, I made a promise for Han Muye, and even Dongyuan City could overwhelm him.

No wonder Huang Huan and Zhao Pingyu are willing to live in seclusion in Dongyuan City.

"Haha, let's go." Seeing Han Muye nod, Zhao Pingyu laughed and turned into a breeze.

Han Muye's figure also followed Yu Jian.

Outside Dongyuan City, in the pavilion at the foot of Dongyuan Mountain, several Taoists in green robes bowed slightly in the direction Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu left.

Flying all the way, Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu were extremely fast.

Zhao Pingyu, known as Zhao Qianzhen, knows the teleportation formation very well.

Set up several formations in the wasteland, mobilizing the power of teleportation from the surrounding large cities.

But on the tenth day, the two had traversed the entire wasteland and came to the edge of the Yunteng Wasteland not far from the Bitter Immortal Territory.

It is still the endless desolation, but there are many deserts, and under the scorching sun, the light appears illusory.

There are many giant beasts lying around, looking at the surging qi and blood on their bodies, they appear to be very powerful.

"Jianxian Yunlan, this borders the Bitter Immortal Territory, it's best not to hunt down monsters." Zhao Pingyu pointed to the giant beasts who were at ease: "These are all blood food stocked in the Bitter Immortal Territory."

blood, food.

Many demon races do not like to directly devour monsters with the same bloodline, but domesticate them, and then extract the bloodline power to refine them.

"Blood War Sect likes to sweep the land bordering the Bitter Immortal Territory, and use the hunting and killing of the Bitter Immortal Territory's demon clan as a test."

Han Muye's gaze fell on the huge dead bone on the mountain not far away.

Obviously, the bodies of these alien beasts that have not rotted cleanly have traces of the slaughtering power of the Blood War Sect.

"boom-"

In the distance, there was a roar.

"Jianxian Yunlan, we still don't want to—" Zhao Pingyu didn't finish his sentence, seeing the faint fighting spirit rising from Han Muye, he just shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's my fault, I'm a practitioner of the formation path, and everything is retreating."

"You are Jianxiu, you have something to do, you are rushing forward..."

His words made Han Muye smile.

"Haha, it's rare for me to meet the **** war sect and the iron-clad war sect powerhouse, so I should have a look." The **** war sect powerhouse Han Muye has met several people, among them Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan.

The **** war sect only seeks to win, and every battle must be won.

Han Muye, the powerhouse of the Iron Armored War Sect, had never seen it before.

This large sect acts in a low-key manner, monopolizing the land of the seven states, but it does not have much intersection with other sects.

As far as Han Muye knew, the main forces of the Iron Armored War Sect were all dragged in the Broken Soul Valley.

Of the three major Jedi in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, only Broken Soul Valley is the support of one family.

The rest of the Immortal Burial City and the Bleeding Cliff are all in the hands of the various sects of the Rain Covering Immortal Realm.

According to Han Muye's memory from Shu Ming's Golden Immortal Sabre, the immortal world opposite Broken Soul Valley is also dominated by body refining, and the physical strength is tyrannical.

Regardless of whether it is Daomen or Jianzong, it is difficult to fight with them, and only the iron armored warmen, which are also trained as Dao, can block them.

Because the Iron Armored War Sect alone blocked a Jedi, other sects would not have any conflicts with them at ordinary times.

"boom-"

The roar of the explosion came, the sky and the earth shook, and even the clouds in the sky were turbulent.

This is at least the confrontation between the two heavenly powerhouses.

Watching this battle of masters will be of great benefit to immortal cultivators of the same realm.

Seeing Han Muye wielding his sword, Zhao Pingyu also became interested, raised his hand and landed a cyan mountain under his feet, the other hung over his head, and then took a step and disappeared.

Flying a hundred miles away, he saw Han Muye hanging in front of him.

At this moment, Han Muye's eyes were full of light as he watched the two figures clash on the wasteland below.

On one side is a big man who is over 10 feet tall, with a half body in blue and black iron armor, with his bare hands, and every punch he hits shakes the mountains and rivers.

One side is a **** armor, a long spear, and the spear waving, with the power of the shattering void, the **** battle sect powerhouse.

The two fists collided with the war spear, causing the void to vibrate, breaking away black cracks.

The space between the two of them was like a spider web, and it could be broken at any time.

This is due to the two people restraining their strength and suppressing them within a thousand feet, making the power within a thousand feet too surging and mighty.

"kill!"

The **** battle sect powerhouse holding the spear sensed the arrival of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, he let out a low shout, and slammed the spear in his hand towards the iron-armored man in front of him.

The big man's waist sank slightly, and he punched out.

"when-"

Sure enough, the name of the iron armor, the fist and the gun collided, and the sound was crisp.

With the power of this blow, the Bloody Battle Sect powerhouse stepped back ten feet, and the gun in his hand suddenly swept across.

"Snapped-"

The hills on one side were picked apart, and a purple-black cheetah lying on the ground shivering turned over and rolled down.

The long spear revealed the streamer of Senhan, burst like stars, and pressed down towards the purple leopard.

The big man in the Iron Armored War Sect shouted angrily, rushed over to protect the body of the purple leopard, and let the spears slam into his back, bursting blood.

The big man let out a low snort, stretched out his hand and held down the purple leopard who wanted to fly away.

This purple leopard is obviously injured, not the opponent of the **** battle sect powerhouse.

"Hmph, the kindness of women."

The **** battle sect powerhouse snorted coldly, raised the spear in his hand, and glanced at Han Muye, who was still hanging.

"Boy, are you also here to grab the **** purple river car?"

Bloody purple river car?

Han Muye's gaze fell on the purple cheetah.

The Zihe Cha is a commonly used elixir in the world of cultivation.

In fact, it is the placenta of many living beings, which contains a trace of congenital immortal aura.

It's just that when many people take this placenta, in order to completely preserve the immortal spiritual energy in it, they will directly take the embryo and act cruelly.

The **** purple river car seems to be a rare treasure bred by this purple leopard.

It's just that Han Muye is not interested in these things.

As the lord of Yunlan City, he never worries about any treasures in cultivation.

If you say this, it may make many Jinxian strong people go mad with jealousy.

But it's a fact.

Hearing the words of the **** battle sect powerhouse, the big man in the iron armored battle gate turned to look at Han Muye with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

He held the manic and restless Purple Leopard with one hand, and his eyes staggered between Han Muye and the Bloody Battle Sect powerhouse.

Although Han Muye seemed to be calm, he might have acted so easily before such a scene, so he was definitely not an ordinary weakling.

How many swordsmen who can walk on the wasteland are weak?

"I'm not interested in Zihe Cha." Han Muye shook his head, raised his hands slowly, and clasped the long sword behind his back.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, the blood of the **** warrior with a spear below burst suddenly.

Strong sense!

Fighting will!

Killing Intent Clash!

"when-"

The long spear blocked the front and slammed with the sword.

"when-"

He raised his hand, and a sword edge appeared above his head.

Back again.

"when-"

In front of him and beside him, a sword edge appeared at the same time.

"Humph!" His eyes showed fighting intent, the long spear slammed, and the spear tip turned into a spear the size of a grinding disc, and the long sword in front of him was thrown away.

"town!"

With a low voice, before his spear, the blood-colored suffocating energy turned into a spirit, his body rolled, opened his mouth, bit the sword that reappeared, and then his head exploded.

Han Muye's figure finally appeared, falling three feet away, holding a long sword in each hand.

The spirits gathered by this blood evil spirit are sensitive to the power of killing, and even if they make a surprise attack, it will be meaningless, and they will definitely be discovered.

Of course, Han Muye never thought of defeating a Bloody Battle Sect master by surprise.

"Jia Lintao of the Blood War Sect, who are you?" The blood war sect strong man pointed the spear at Han Muye, and said coldly, "With such swordsmanship, there are not many sword cultivators in the wasteland."

The big man in the iron armor who was leaning slightly beside him also revealed solemnity in his eyes.

Han Muye chuckled lightly and pointed his double swords forward slowly.

"If you can take my sword, you are qualified to know my name."

The voice fell, and his sword had been thrust out.

quick!

Nothing else, just fast!

It seems that the sword is pressing forward an inch, but it has actually pierced thousands of swords.

Each sword is just a phantom light.

But thousands of sword lights are superimposed, and the sword lights that are motivated directly tore the void.

Jia Lintao's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Dongxu Peak!"

More than the peak of Dongxu, with his knowledge, even the peak of Dongxu may not be able to perform such a swordsmanship!

On the wasteland, when did such a strong swordsman come?

He didn't dare to neglect, and the long spear in his hand slammed into the sword's edge.

One inch long and one inch strong.

If the sword edge is allowed to come, he will definitely not be able to stop it.

"Tianfeng, **** battle—"

The long spear took the wind and collided with the sword shadow.

The blood was filled with blood, and the long spear seemed to be unable to stop the sword gathered by the countless swords, and it kept trembling and retreating.

But Jia Lintao's body was full of blood-colored evil spirits, and his face was hideous.

Even if the blade is damaged, it will not return!

The name of the **** battle is truly worthy of its name.

"Thorn-"

Jian Feng brought out a long mark on the spear and cut off the fairy pattern on it.

Then, the second long sword flashed and stabbed straight out.

"when-"

The long sword was pointed on the body of the long spear, just in time where the fairy pattern was broken.

Jia Lintao's face was gloomy, and the spear in his hand was turned upside down. Regardless of the long sword that pierced his chest, he only stabbed the spear point towards Han Muye's neck.

An inch long, still an inch strong.

"when-"

The spear failed to pierce in front of Han Muye.

Because Han Muye flicked his wrist, the long sword stabbed again, picking at the broken spot of the spear's immortal pattern, and stabbed the top magic weapon that had touched the edge of the immortal treasure directly.

Sword Broken Magic Weapon!

From the beginning to the end, in less than a breath of confrontation, a battle gun was broken in the hands of a **** battle sect Heavenly Immortal!

Jia Lintao gritted his teeth and stepped back, holding a broken gun, staring at Han Muye.

Not far away, the iron-armored warrior man looked extremely solemn, and his body was surging with fighting intent.

"Weak." Han Muye shook his head, took one step forward, and suddenly swept the long sword in his hand.

Jia Lintao cut off the gun and threw it at Han Muye's head, then moved, stepped back, landed on a black space crack, and disappeared.

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword, showing some disappointment on his face.

I thought it was a **** battle sect master, but I didn't want it to be a **** battle sect heaven fairyland who no longer had much fighting spirit.

The powerhouse of the Bloody Battle Sect is strong in invincibility, strong in the big waves, and the most powerful person must have the will to fight in every battle.

This Jia Lintao is not.

Just like Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, this guy has lost his fighting spirit and has no heart to fight to the death.

What Han Muye wanted to challenge was the real powerhouse of the Bloody Battle Sect.

He turned around and looked at the iron-clad warrior who slowly got up.

"Let's have a fight."

The big man bowed his hands to Han Muye and shouted, "Iron armored war gate Wuchang congratulations."

Han Muye looked at Wuchang He, who had registered his surname, and said, "Do you know that I want to fight you?"

Wuchang He Yi punched out and said loudly, "The sword madman I met is not one."

These words made Han Muye laugh, he retracted the sword in his hand, and then a thick-backed big sword condensed out of his hands.

On him, the aura of the ancient wild beasts condensed, and the phantom of Kui Niu turned into a faint halo.

"drink-"

The big sword in both hands slashed fiercely.

"boom-"

Like a sword that collapsed from a mountain, it directly slashed Wuchang He's body into the air.

The purple leopard that was lying on the ground flew up and charged towards Han Muye.

"don't want!"

Wuchang He exclaimed.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and turned it upside down. The ridge of the sword slammed down and hit the purple leopard's head, pressing it down.

This sword is actually heavy, pressing down on the purple leopard, allowing it to struggle but unable to get up.

"You, don't hurt it."

Wuchang He looked at Han Muye with a trace of nervousness on his face.

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword, looked at Wuchang and said, "Both you and this purple leopard are injured, so it's not interesting to fight with you."

With the sword in his hand scattered, Han Muye turned around and walked back.

For him, it is good to experience the methods of the Bloody Battle Sect and the Iron Armored Battle Sect.

When you have time, slowly deduce these two tricks, and you should be rewarded.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Wuchang He suddenly said.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

Wuchang He showed a trace of reluctance on his face, and then he still said: "Your cultivation base is stronger than me, and you are also measured in your shots."

After a pause, he looked at Han Muye: "You still have the power of the demon bloodline."

Han Muye looked at him but did not speak.

"I, I want to give you Zi Ye."

Purple leaves.

The purple leopard that was lying on the ground raised its head, and the agile eyes were full of unwillingness and reluctance.

"Ziye, you are going to have your own child soon, it is not safe in the wasteland."

"I, you know what will happen if you bring your child back to the sect."

Wuchang He clenched his fists, looked at the purple leopard, and spoke in a low voice.

He raised his head and said softly, "I want to ask you to take it to the Bitter Immortal Territory."

Bitter Immortal Domain?

Han Muye understood that Wuchang He regarded himself as a big demon in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Also, his demon blood power appeared on the edge of the Bitter Immortal Territory. What if it wasn't a big demon?

"Woo-"

The purple leopard let out a groan of pain.

Han Muye looked over, shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when she gives birth."

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw out a pale golden medicinal pill.

The medicinal pill was dissolved directly, wrapping the purple leopard.

"Will you deliver?" Han Muye looked at Wuchang and congratulated him.

Wuchang He's face stiffened.

Han Muye shook his head, "Neither would I."

"Well, I had one or two experiences back then..." Zhao Pingyu, who flew down, said with a smile.

…

Half a day later, in front of a low stone cave under a hill a hundred miles away, the golden fire was covered in flames and acted as a bonfire.

With curiosity, it kept looking at the three little purple leopards who were breastfeeding in the arms of the purple leopard named Ziye.

It was just that Zi Ye squinted his eyes, a little tired, but there was still a hint of vigilance in his eyes, as if he was afraid that the golden fire was too close, so he gave them the mother and son.

Not far away, Han Muye, Wuchang He, and Zhao Pingyu sat opposite each other.

Wuchang He held a wine gourd in his hand and took a big mouthful, a blush flashed on his face.

"I know that immortal cultivators like me should rely on their own combat power as the foundation, especially my iron armored war sect, and I despise those who practice with the help of external forces."

"I, Wuchang Heben, didn't even think about using the power of purple leaves to practice."

"Back then, we met in a war. At that time, it didn't kill me who was seriously injured, and it fought side by side with me to break out of the siege together."

Maybe everyone who cultivates the way of the body is the same. Wuchang He has nothing to hide from Han Muye, and he tells about the process of acquainting himself with Ziye and how to accompany him in cultivation.

Because of Zi Ye's help, his combat power has improved a lot.

With his help, Ziye can also have enough resources to practice.

"Hey, originally, I should accompany Ziye to its clan."

Taking a sip of wine, Wuchang He shook his head.

The Ziye Hui group came back after several decades, and not only was injured, but also gave birth to children.

According to the exchange of spiritual thoughts, Wuchang He knew that Ziye's ethnic group encountered a catastrophe, and the entire ethnic group was almost wiped out.

The strongest in their clan fought against the powerful enemy with all their might, and eventually fell seriously injured.

Because the child in its belly is the bloodline of the strongest in the clan.

"In the past few years, Ziye was unable to exert himself due to his own combat power, and many people in the sect tried to give him the idea of ​​a child in his belly, so I brought him to this wasteland."

Wuchang He had a complicated look on his face.

He couldn't protect Zi Ye's three children.

If they go back to the sect, these three cubs must be handed over to the sect and then assigned.

Different from other sects, the gate rules of the Iron Armored War Gate are extremely strict, and it has a sense of military law and military rules.

The disciples in the sect have to hand over the harvest to the sect on weekdays, and then redistribute them.

After all, the Iron Armored War Sect's strength is to form and rush to kill, and the friendship between the same sect is not bad.

Just handing over everything will make people reluctant.

Wuchang He is selfish and reluctant to hand over Ziye's cub, which is understandable.

Zhao Pingyu turned to look at the purple leopard mother and son over there, and lowered his voice: "It's not easy to take care of them, but I can feel that their bloodline strength is not bad."

Of course, it is not easy for these three little purple leopards to grow up.

But if they all grow up safely, their combat power will be extraordinary.

Wuchang He nodded, a look of hope flashed on his face.

"If you just want to find a place where they can grow safely, I can recommend a place." Han Muye pondered and said.

Wuchanghe looked up at him.

Han Muye said softly, "The Bitter Immortal Territory today is a time of turmoil, so it's not a good place to go."

"Through the wasteland, there is a city of Yunlan, where they can live safely."

Yunlan City?

Wuchang He thought for a while and said, "I've heard of the name, but it is said that the city lord of this city is a sword cultivator, and his combat power—"

He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Han Muye: "It's you?"

Zhao Pingyu on the side showed a smile: "This is the invincible city master of Yunlan Sword Immortal Yunlan City."

"Yunlan City under the rule of Invincible City is really a rare place in the world that can accept them."

Hearing Zhao Pingyu's words, Wuchang He looked solemn: "I have heard the name Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I admire it very much."

"Can Yunlan City really keep them?"

Whether it is the wasteland or other places, there are not many places where monsters can live.

What's more, because of production, the mother and son of the purple leopard who do not have much combat power for the time being.

Everywhere, they are the best prey in the eyes of many.

"I can't guarantee that there will be no killings in Yunlan City, but whether it's a monster clan or a monster, they can all be treated equally in Yunlan City."

Han Muye's expression was calm, and he looked at Zi Leopard, who was listening with his ears pricked up.

Seemingly sensing Han Muye's gaze, Zibao opened his eyes, looked at Han Muye, and then turned to look at Wuchang He.

The purple leopard whispered a few times, then lowered its head and went to lick the newly born little purple leopard.

The golden fire jumped aside, causing the warm light to flicker.

"I, since Ziye is willing to go, I will send them there." It seemed that he had communicated with Zibao Divine Mind, Wuchang He said without hesitation.

"Don't worry, if Yunlan City can stay for a long time, Ziye and I will definitely have a great reward." Wuchang He stood up and bowed his hands to Han Muye.

Han Muye didn't care much about his generous report.

But Wuchang He Neng took Zibao to Yunlan City, which is a good sign for Yunlan City.

Even the people from the Iron Armored War Sect were willing to foster monsters, which showed the freedom and tranquility of Yunlan City.

"You still have injuries on your body, and your combat power cannot be restored for a while."

Han Muye looked at Wuchang He, raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared.

contract talisman.

"You can try to form a contract with Ziye and use each other's strength, so that you can recover faster."

contract?

Wuchang He took the talisman, the power in the spirit sense, frowned slightly, and pondered there.

Han Muye ignored him, stood up, stretched out his hand, and drew Jin Huo to his shoulders, then flew up the cliff and looked into the distance.

Zhao Pingyu also smiled and followed.

"That's where the grand formation left by the predecessors is. Although I can't see it, I can sense the distortion of the power of heaven and earth." Zhao Pingyu stretched his finger to the horizon ahead.

Han Muye nodded his head, with a gleam in his eyes: "Blood Battle Sect, it seems that some people are going there too?"

Zhao Pingyu also saw several blood-colored smoke pillars, and nodded solemnly.

The people of the Bloody Battle Sect acted unabashedly, and the pillar of smoke could not wait to stain the world with blood.

Just as Han Muye was about to reach out his spiritual sense, he suddenly raised his brows.

In his Divine Treasure, there was a trace of the vibration of Divine Soul Power.

done.

contract formed.

Under the cliff below, a golden halo flickered, wrapping Wuchang He and Zibao in it, and the halo visible to the naked eye was interlaced with fairy patterns.

This is the contract between the human race and the monster beast, and their minds and strengths will be more closely connected in the future.

Of course, as Han Muye, the maker of the talisman, he was not without a little benefit.

The most direct thing is that when the contract was concluded, as a witness, the creator of the contract, he quietly assumed the impartial responsibility that originally belonged to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

With responsibility, there is gain.

Every time a contract is concluded, the power of the soul in his divine treasure will get a little bit of benefit.

One or two invisible changes, but what about thousands, 100,000, and one million?

In the future, millions of contracts can really be concluded. As the creator of the contract, Han Muye's soul power is so rich that he doesn't even dare to think about it himself.

When he flew down, the golden light below had disappeared.

Wuchang He stood energetically beside Zibao with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for the invincible city lord." The surging power surging on his body made him feel at ease.

With the help of the contract, the power of the purple leopard restored all his injuries.

This is Ziye's choice. After all, Ziye doesn't have much combat power now, so it's better to lend his own strength to Wuchang He.

The superposition of the power of the two phases, and the blessing of the blood of the demon clan, Wuchang He's combat power is not only not damaged, but has increased several times.

The magic of the power of this contract made Wuchang He Tsk amazed and delighted.

Of course, he and Ziye are life and death companions, and there is no estrangement. Otherwise, it is impossible to achieve this step.

The transformation of the two forces would not have been so smooth without mutual trust.

"This is my identity token in the sect. When you go to the Iron Armored War Sect to rule, he may be able to use it." Wuchang He handed a blue-black token to Han Muye and said.

Han Muye accepted the token without being polite.

The Iron Armored War Sect has little interaction with other sects, and it is relatively exclusive on weekdays. This token has a great effect.

Wuchang He took the mother and son of the purple leopard away and went to Yunlan City.

With his combat power and the status of an iron armored warrior, it is not difficult to traverse the wasteland.

As long as you go to Yunlan City, you can let Zibao raise the little Zibao safely and live.

Seeing Wuchang He leave, Han Muye turned his head to look at Zhao Pingyu.

"Senior Qianzhen, let's go."

Zhao Qianzhen nodded, raised his hand to cover the azure fairy light, and turned his body into nothingness.

The power of array.

This place is not far from the relics of the predecessors of the formation, and the power of the formation is pulling them so that they can arrive faster.

After half an hour, the two had come to a turbulent illusory space.

This is the power of the formation to change the surrounding void, so that the power of the void and the power of the formation are combined, as if the cave opened up and exists alone here.

"Using the power of the formation path to simulate the virtual transformation method, although this senior formation path has not stepped into the realm of Jinxian, this method is not too bad."

Zhao Pingyu looked at the agility around him and spoke in a low voice.

Indeed, this is a space opened up by the power of the formation, but there is an environment in which to transform the void, which shows that the means are extraordinary.

But it is a pity that this strong man did not take that step and became a golden immortal.

If you become a golden immortal, the level of power will definitely be different.

"Blood Battle Sect seems to use the power of this array to sharpen itself. These people deliberately stepped into the illusion, and then urged the power to break the formation."

Han Muye looked at the illusory blood-colored smoke column in front of him and said softly.

Over there, several experts from the Bloody Battle Sect were struggling to kill.

In fact, there is nothing in this formation that can stop them, just an illusion.

These **** battle sect masters deliberately let themselves be trapped in the illusion, and then fight in it.

This feeling is very much like a challenge on the stage.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

The Bloody Battle Sect is such a belligerent, and the Acting Stage and Shengxian Stage are really treasures for them.

If you look at it this way, I am afraid that in the fight for the control of Shengxiantai, the Blood War Sect will go all out.

If the Bloody Battle Sect continued to control the Ascension Stage, it would not be good news for Han Muye and the practitioners in the Yuantian Star Region.

"boom-"

Ahead, a blood-colored spear headed towards Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu.

There was Sen Han's killing intent on the front of the spear, condensing into a blood-bending aura that made one's heart throb.

No reason is needed, it's just hunting and killing in the illusion.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a cyan blade pierced out of his fingertips.

"when-"

The blade of the sword smashed the blade into pieces.

The void vibrated, and more smoke columns in front gathered here.

"Follow me." Zhao Pingyu's hand flashed the rune fairy light, opening up an illusory path, leading Han Muye to step into it.

At the rear, those smoke pillars followed, constantly gathering.

Three days later, in front of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, was a cyan hall.

In front of the main hall, there is an array of golden armored soldiers.

"The puppet battle formation, looking at it this way, the inheritance of this senior formation Daoist is probably very extraordinary." Staring at the battle formation, Zhao Pingyu clenched his fists with a bit of excitement in his eyes.

"Jianxian Yunlan, if you want to enter the hall, you need to break through this formation." He turned to look at Han Muye.

Invite Han Muye to accompany him, just for this moment.

This battle formation requires real strength to break, there is no fancy at all.

Han Muye turned to look at the smoke pillar behind him.

Twenty blood-colored smoke pillars reaching the sky were already hundreds of miles away, and it only took a quarter of an hour to arrive.

"A quarter of an hour is enough."

Whispering softly, Han Muye stepped forward and fell in front of the hall.

All the golden-armored soldiers opened their eyes instantly, and the spears in their hands pointed at Han Muye.

"The time is tight and the task is heavy. Everyone, I will not leave it." Han Muye whispered softly, gathering a large blue-black sword in his hand.

The great sword is five feet wide, as wide as a door, and the fairy light on it flashes.

In front of the main hall, the roar resounded, the battle formation surged, and the strength gathered, condensed into a golden-patterned white tiger, roaring up to the sky.

"White tiger?"

"I have experience in dealing with white tigers."

Han Muye chuckled lightly, the blood on his body ran like a long river, turning into a thick plume of smoke, the big sword in his hand was raised, he jumped, and the long sword slashed down.

"Crack, Yuan-"

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