The addiction to talking is over, and it’s not pleasant to be beaten.
With a roar, you can see the aura outside Li Zhongjing shattering and then flying backwards.
Zhu Guangshou, who was wearing a long robe, held a dark golden whisk in his hand, sending out thousands of golden lights and chasing Li Zhongjing, who was flying upside down.
If this golden light hits him, Li Zhongjing will lose his skin even if he doesn't die.
Han Muye shook his head.
In fact, Li Zhongjing's cultivation level is higher than that of Zhu Guangshou and Wu Yazi, but he is dedicated to alchemy and his fighting skills are unsightly.
"Canglang——"
The long sword hidden in the Wanhe sword box behind him was unsheathed, and the sword light was instantly slashed out.
As if tearing apart the fabric, Zhu Guangshou's fly whisk shattered into countless threads.
Zhu Guangshou, who was originally aggressive, turned pale and took a few steps back.
Li Zhongjing, who had fallen to the ground, looked up and saw Han Muye and his long sword, his face flushed and tears streaming down his face.
That look is really aggrieved.
If he hadn't heard this guy say that he and his junior sister were in love and doing the things they loved, Han Muye would have really believed him.
"It's you!" Zhu Guangshou gritted his teeth and glared at Han Muye.
It was this guy who beat him up in the beginning, and then provoked a Dan battle, causing him to be defeated. He lost the Dan cauldron he carried with him, and his Taoist heart was dusted.
This guy is responsible for all the troubles!
Zhu Guangshou looked at the bald fly whisk in his hand and suppressed his anger.
This guy's sword is powerful.
"brush--"
Several figures fell behind Zhu Guangshou.
Zhu Guangshou breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice: "Brothers, this person is from Li Zhongjing's group. He is very skilled in swordsmanship."
Zhu Guangshou was only an alchemy cultivator and his own combat power was limited.
The fellow sect behind him is a powerful practitioner.
When several people heard Zhu Guangshou's words, one of them, an old man with a black beard wearing a light blue Taoist robe, raised his hand: "We have already made enemies with the Jinming Taoist Sect, so no one will be left alive."
As he finished speaking, several other people flew forward, and sword light and aura exploded out instantly.
The body and the sword merge, and aura and light and shadow intertwine.
The sword stretched out ten feet, and the aura turned into flying colorful butterflies.
The swordsmanship and spells of the Heqing Dao Sect were vividly displayed in the hands of several great monks who had left the body in the heavenly realm.
Compared with the practitioners in the land where the ancient gods fell, the practitioners in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy fought more concisely.
After all, in these worlds without the Way of Heaven, battles are basically fought with one's own strength.
If the out-of-body overhaul of the Tianxuan World takes action, the power of heaven and earth triggered by the light may have caused landslides and tsunamis, causing thousands of miles of spiritual energy to surge.
Unlike these cultivators from the Guyun Galaxy, their out-of-body overhauls were carried out silently.
Han Muye sighed with emotion and already held out the sword in his hand.
The sword light was clear, without any trace of aura, just a faint sword light shining.
Swords collided with swords.
Han Muye's sword edge stirred and drew the opponent's sword aside.
Then the sword edge swept across, and several spiritual lights were chopped into pieces.
The sharpness of a sword's edge cannot be compared to spiritual energy magic.
The sword cultivator is so strong that he is invincible at the same level.
With the sword in hand, the person follows it and cuts off the wings of those flying colorful butterflies.
Han Muye moved forward, but in an instant he passed by several people from the Heqing Dao Sect.
One person is against several people, and the opponent's attack methods are exhausted.
After the blow, the expressions of everyone in the Heqing Dao Sect changed.
The combat power of the man in front of him was completely different from that of Li Zhongjing who was being hunted.
Li Zhongjing is now standing in the back with a proud look on his face.
Han Muye's sword was praised even by his own sect leader.
"kill."
Han Muye turned around and the sword light came out again.
His sword is fast, not only in speed, but also in reaction.
The two He Qing Dao Sect sword masters had just raised their swords, but they were already close to Han Muye's sword.
"when--"
A sword flew up and hit Zhu Guangshou, who was standing there in a daze.
Before Zhu Guangshou could retreat, the second sword flew up again.
The two great monks of the Heqing Dao Sect were unable to block Han Muye's sword.
The close sword is invincible!
"Quickly rewind——"
The old man who had spoken before roared, raised his hand, and the smoke enveloped him, turning into ivy all over the ground, and bounded towards Han Muye.
This is a magic technique, a magical power, a great monk's method.
Before magical powers, even sword cultivators would be unable to move forward.
Han Muye held the sword in his hand, his expression unchanged, and he slashed out with the sword.
"Fire Vein, Shadow Fire."
In front of the long sword, a flame turned into a phantom, like a long dragon or a galloping horse. It crashed into the green vines on the ground, wrapped up all the green vines, and then burst into flames.
It's not about breaking the magical power, but it's about destroying the magical power.
Until all the vines and flames dissipated, the great monk of the Heqing Dao Sect had not yet reacted.
This method of cracking magical powers is too easy, right?
Han Muye's expression did not change at all.
How to deal with the enemy's methods is his constant accumulation of experience.
The swordsmanship is as smooth as drinking water.
This is swordsmanship that cultivates swordsmanship to the core.
"boom--"
Han Muye slashed the sword in his hand again.
This time, the sword light triggered a clear stream of light, turning hundreds of feet of sand into a wind.
Several powerful men from the Heqing Dao Sect were wrapped in the wind and sand, and their own magical powers and spells were unable to show their power.
"escape--"
The leading old man with a black beard turned around and left. Some of the others were trapped in the wind and sand, and some managed to escape with serious injuries.
When the wind and sand dispersed, several figures were already lying on the ground.
Zhu Guangshou, who was injured by two sword rays, did not leave either.
Li Zhongjing strode forward with a ferocious smile on his face.
"Dare you chase me?"
He shook his hand and a cloud of spiritual fire came down, covering Zhu Guangshou.
Flames swirled, and Zhu Guangshou was wailing in it.
After ten breaths, the flames dissipated, leaving Zhu Guangshou covered in smoke and black smoke coming out of his mouth.
Li Zhongjing stepped forward and snatched the storage bags from Zhu Guangshou and several others.
Han Muye frowned and said, "They are chasing you, why did you want to spare his life?"
I originally thought that Li Zhongjing wanted to kill Zhu Guangshou and the others by himself. After all, the feud between Li Zhongjing and Zhu Guangshou was complicated and difficult to resolve.
"Kill? Why kill?" Li Zhongjing waved his hand: "Kill him, and my junior sister will be a widow."
Having said this, he paused and lowered his voice: "It will take three hundred years to get rid of the poison of my fire."
"In three hundred years, this old boy won't be able to touch a woman."
"hey-hey……"
Han Muye turned to look at Zhu Guangshou, who was smoking on the ground.
Is this worse than killing him?
Han Muye felt that Li Zhongjing must have deliberately punished the junior sister who betrayed him.
Three hundred years...
…
The practitioner who led Han Muye to rescue Li Zhongjing was named Tao Zijun, who was a deacon and elder of a small sect.
In the Guyun Galaxy, sects controlled by the Heaven Realm and Half-Step Heaven Realm are common, and large sects with powerful people who surpass the Heaven Realm are not everywhere.
Sects such as Jin Ke Xing Jin Ming Dao Sect are only slightly weaker than several top sects.
Tao Zijun was also obedient, following Li Zhongjing on horseback and doing all kinds of things to please him.
He was a little worried about Han Muye.
The three of them plus Taoist Dayan who was searching everywhere with a bunch of puppet guards formed a special team.
Tao Zijun was careful not to compete with Taoist Dayan for elixirs, but only picked up those elixirs that Taoist Dayan didn't like.
Even though Taoist Dayan looked down on it, it was already a very valuable elixir to Tao Zijun.
If he hadn't followed Han Muye, he would have huddled in a corner and dared not come out.
Li Zhongjing is not very keen on collecting elixirs and only chooses those that are useful to him.
Sometimes they communicate with Han Muye about which elixirs can be refined into which elixirs.
Han Muye's two methods of purifying the medicinal power had completely conquered him, and now Li Zhongjing was a fan of Han Muye's alchemy.
Among these people, Han Muye is the most leisurely.
With the power of catching grass, he can gather those elixirs independently.
Li Zhongjing and Tao Zijun could only be envious as they watched batch after batch of elixirs being collected by Han Muye.
They couldn't do it even if they wanted to.
Not everyone has treasures like grass whips.
"Roar--"
Ahead, a sword flashed, and a three-foot-tall long-legged spider fell to the ground.
No matter how powerful the monster is, it can't stop two hundred puppets from forming a battle formation and killing them.
Taoist Dayan stepped forward proudly and collected the useful spiritual materials from the monster.
Han Muye walked over and put the big spider's body into the grass whip as an offering for the elixir stored in it. Then he walked to the two Yutang golden lilies guarded by the big spider and carefully collected them.
This is a ten thousand-year elixir, and it is extremely precious.
Seeing Han Muye collecting such elixirs, Li Zhongjing and Tao Zijun almost drooled.
Just after collecting the elixir, Han Muye frowned and looked aside.
Over there, shrouded in mist, several figures rushed over.
The leader carries a big axe.
Coincidentally, it was the big man I met in the medicine garden more than ten days ago.
At this time, the big man had two storage bags hanging on his body, and there were several equally tall and strong practitioners behind him.
Seeing Han Muye, the big man was stunned, his eyes fell on the wooden whip in his hand, his eyes flashed with joy.
"Uncle, the wooden whip in his hand is a treasure!" the big man whispered.
Hearing his call, the eyes of the people behind him fell on the wooden whip in Han Muye's hand.
The grass whip has stored a large amount of elixirs, as well as the fairy energy collected over the past ten days. At this time, the entire wooden whip flashes with fairy spirit energy, and the halo is intertwined.
Just visible to the naked eye, it is a rare treasure.
"Haha, Chen Datou, you have done a great job." Behind the big man, a bald middle-aged man carrying a big ax smiled, then took a step forward, reached out and slapped Han Muye on the head.
An oppressive force as thick as a mountain pressed down, driving a strong wind in the void.
This blow caused Li Zhongjing and Tao Zijun to change their colors instantly.
too strong!
This is pure physical power!
"They are from the Mangshan Sect!" Li Zhongjing exclaimed.
The Mangshan Sect is a rare body-refining sect. The strong men in the sect can move mountains with their physical strength.
The man in front of him is obviously a master of the Mangshan Sect, with a single blow that can shatter mountains.
Han Muye looked up, seemingly stunned by the blow.
The bald man showed a proud smile on his face, and the blood evil aura on his body became even stronger, turning into a blood-colored wall, blocking Li Zhongjing and Tao Zijun.
Of course, what he didn't know was that if Han Muye was in danger, Tao Zijun and Li Zhongjing would never rescue him.
Why does this person need their help?
Even Taoist Dayan not far away was too lazy to direct the actions of the puppet behind him.
Why bother?
Is there anyone who can withstand the next blow from the mythical beast?
"Roar--"
When the palm of the bald man fell three feet above Han Muye's head, a roar came from Han Muye.
This is the anger of the mythical beast for violating its majesty!
Divine beast!
When the roar started, the bald man and those behind him all turned pale.
The handprints that originally fell also retreated instantly and then dissipated.
Because he retreated too quickly, the bald man's energy and blood were reversed, his face turned red, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Han Muye looked up, with a smile on his face, and he moved and rushed out.
"boom--"
The phantom of the mythical beast appeared.
Only a trace of Baxia's huge body was exposed, and the force of oppression caused the bald man to fall down, blood spurting from his mouth.
The other people were trembling all over and had no intention of resisting at all.
Han Muye glanced at it and understood immediately.
These body-refining practitioners all rely on the power of monster beasts to incorporate a trace of monster blood into their bodies.
This kind of body refining method can quickly transcend the low-level stage and create a large number of masters from the earth realm to the heavenly realm Yuanying.
But this trace of monster bloodline will be suppressed when encountering high-level bloodline.
Just like this time, Han Muye didn't waste any effort, the powerful power of the divine beast's bloodline had suppressed them all, and they could not resist at all.
Taoist Dayan laughed, stepped forward, and gathered all the storage bags on the big men's bodies and the big axes behind their backs.
Han Muye did not take their lives, but led Li Zhongjing and others away.
It wasn't until Han Muye walked away that the Mangshan Sect members slowly stood up, all of them looking pale.
"Li Datou, you, who are you offending..." A strong man who had his storage bag taken off and his ax taken away whispered with a grimace.
Li Datou was also at a loss at this time.
How did he know that Han Muye actually had the blood of a divine beast!
You know, he doesn't dare to offend.
"Li Datou, you have made a great contribution this time!" The bald man turned around and stared at Li Datou.
This look made Li Datou tremble all over.
"Zhao, Zhao, Senior Brother Zhao, I, I -"
Before he finished speaking, the black-bearded old man beside him narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Yes, the sect has a secret order for a long time to find the bloodline of the divine beast and the same elder."
"Elder Li, you should take more care of us in the future."
Elder?
Li Datou raised his head blankly and looked in the direction Han Muye left.
Could this be his opportunity?
Han Muye was walking in the medicine garden with a smile on his face.
"Tell me what's going on with the Mangshan Sect." He looked at Li Zhongjing.
Li Zhongjing hurriedly introduced the situation of Mangshan Sect in a low voice.
This is a famous body-refining sect, and the strong men in the sect are said to have cultivated to the point where their bodies have become holy.
With the power of the physical body, he roams the void world.
Most of the disciples in the sect are physically strong, and when fighting against others, they will resist and kill them.
In high-level battles, Mangshan Sect disciples cannot take advantage.
But if it were a fight between low-level disciples, a Mangshan Sect disciple could sweep it all away.
"It's interesting that there are traces of Manghuang Kung Fu." Han Muye nodded and whispered.
Just now, he didn't take action to kill the opponent because he saw that their skills had a hint of recklessness.
Could it be that behind the Mangshan Sect is a powerful man from Manghuang?
Han Muye has news about the wilderness.
Come to think of it, every strong man in the wild will be close to him, right?
Just like Qilin from the Ten Thousand Demons Palace on Broken Star Island, didn't he just agree to help Tianxuan Dao Zheng?
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound, and Han Muye's expression changed. He raised his hand and took out a black dragon scale.
This is the dragon scale given to him by Huang Laoliu.
Sensations can be made within thousands of miles and messages can be delivered.
"Brother, be careful, the guy holding down the ground is nearby." Spiritual energy was poured into him, and a voice came from the dragon scales.
