Zhao Pingyu raised his hand, and thousands of golden lights scattered.
The clouds and waves are flying away, the sky and the earth are clear, and the blue sky is high and clear.
Outside Dongyuan City, the Ten Thousand Ren Peak is revealed.
The mountain is ten thousand feet high, with jagged rocks and red flowers and red trees, burning like flames.
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, which caused a shock in Dongyuan Mountain.
Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan realized his swordsmanship 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, City Lord Su Zisheng had a complicated look on his face and sighed softly.
He knew this day would come.
After all, there will be no endless banquet for practitioners in this world.
If you want to find your own way, you will always leave.
"boom--"
The heaven and earth roared and shook, and the ten-thousand-foot-high mountain turned into a palm-sized blue stone with three towering peaks, which fell on Zhao Pingyu's palm.
This Ten Thousand Ren Mountain is a valuable treasure.
"Haha, brother, after living in Dongyuan City for so many years, I don't have anything to give you."
Zhao Pingyu looked towards the direction of Dongyuan City and slapped the bluestone in his hand, turning it into three.
He waved his sleeves and swept one of them towards Dongyuan City.
The mountain peak turned into the size of a thousand feet in mid-air and was suspended in mid-air.
"Hey, I don't have anything I can give you as the eldest brother, Yunlan Sword Immortal. As long as you can help my second brother find the inheritance of the predecessors of the Formation Dao, from now on our Dongyuan City will be merged into Yunlan City and make a new chapter for Yunlan City. Acropolis.”
Su Zisheng's voice made Zhao Pingyu tremble all over.
Dongyuan City is Su Zisheng's half-life effort!
He turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded.
Although Su Zisheng is not a top-notch person, his demeanor and conduct are really beyond words.
When he invited Han Muye to Dongyuan City, he directly gave out so many treasures as a bonus, winning the hearts of many sword cultivators.
Today, Han Muye made a promise, and even Dongyuan City was able to 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 the breeze.
Han Muye's figure also followed Yu Jian.
Outside Dongyuan City, in a thatched pavilion at the foot of Dongyuan Mountain, several Taoists in green robes bowed gently towards the direction Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu left.
Flying all the way, Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu were extremely fast.
Zhao Pingyu is known as Zhao Qianzhen, and he knows the teleportation Zhen very well.
Set up several formations in the wasteland and activate the teleportation power of several surrounding cities.
Within ten days, the two of them had crossed the entire wasteland and arrived at the edge of the Yunteng Wasteland, not far from the Bitter Immortal Domain.
It was still endless desolation, but there were many more deserts, and under the scorching sun, the light seemed illusory.
There are many giant beasts lying around. Judging from the surging energy and blood on their bodies, they look very powerful.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, this place borders the Bitter Immortal Realm. It's best not to hunt monsters." Zhao Pingyu pointed at the leisurely giant beasts: "These are all blood food raised in the Bitter Immortal Realm."
Blood food, food.
Many demon clans do not like to directly devour demon beasts with the same bloodline. Instead, they tame them and then extract the power of the bloodline to refine them.
"The Blood War Sect likes to raid the area bordering the Buxian Realm and hunt down the demons of the Buxian Realm as training."
Han Muye's eyes fell on the huge withered bones on the mountains not far away.
It was obvious that the bodies of these alien beasts that had not yet rotted cleanly bore traces of the Blood War Sect’s killing power.
"boom--"
In the distance, there was a roar.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, we still don't want to--" Zhao Pingyu didn't finish his words. Seeing a faint fighting spirit rising in Han Muye, he just shook his head with a wry smile.
"I was mistaken. I am a practitioner of the Formation Dao. I always shrink back in everything."
"You are a sword cultivator. When something happens, you rush forward..."
His words brought a smile to Han Muye's face.
"Haha, it's rare for me to see the Blood War Sect fighting against a strong man from the Iron Armored War Sect. I should definitely take a look." Han Muye, a strong man from the Blood War Sect, has met several people, and one of them is Huang Huan, the Sanxi Sword Immortal.
The Blood War Sect only seeks victory and will win every battle.
I have never seen Han Muye, a strong man from the Iron Armored War Sect.
This large sect acts in a low-key manner and occupies the seven states exclusively, but does not have much interaction with other sects.
As far as Han Muye knew, the main strength of the Iron Armored War Sect was dragged into the Soul-Broken Valley.
Of the three Jedi in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, only Broken Soul Valley is supported by one family.
The other Immortal Burial City and Blood Dropping Cliff are jointly managed by various sects in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.
According to Han Muye's memory from Shu Ming's Golden Immortal Sword, the Immortal Realm opposite the Broken Soul Valley also focuses on body refining, and its physical strength is tyrannical.
Regardless of whether it is the Dao Sect or the Sword Sect, it is difficult to fight with them. Only the Iron Armor Zhan Sect, which has also refined its body into the Dao, can block it.
Because the armored war sect alone blocked a desperate situation, other sects would not cause any conflicts with them under normal circumstances.
"boom--"
The roar of explosions came, the heaven and earth shook, and even the clouds and waves in the sky were turbulent.
At least this is a confrontation between two powerful immortals.
Observing the battle between masters like this will be of great benefit to immortal cultivators at the same level.
Seeing Han Muye walking away with his sword, Zhao Pingyu also became interested. He raised his hand and dropped a green mountain peak at his feet, while another one hung above his head. Then he took a step and disappeared.
After flying a hundred miles, he saw Han Muye hanging quietly in front of him.
At this time, Han Muye's eyes were filled with light as he watched the two figures confront each other in the wasteland below.
On one side was a man who was over ten feet tall, half-clad in green and black iron armor, and with his bare hands, every punch shook the mountains and rivers.
On one side is a strong man from the Blood War Sect wearing blood armor, a spear, and wielding the tip of the spear with the power of shattering the void.
The fists and guns of the two collided, causing the void to vibrate and scattering black cracks.
The hundred-foot space around the two of them was already like a spider web that could break at any time.
This was caused by the two people concentrating their power and suppressing it within Qianzhang, making the power within Qianzhang too overwhelming.
"kill!"
The strong man from the Blood War Sect holding a war spear sensed the arrival of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, shouted low, and slammed the spear in his hand at the armored man in front of him.
The big man's waist sank slightly and he punched out.
"when--"
Sure enough, it lived up to the name of iron armor. The sound of fists and guns colliding was clear and crisp.
With the power of this blow, the strong man from the Blood War Sect stepped back ten feet and suddenly swept the gun in his hand.
"Snapped--"
The hill on one side was opened, and a purple-black cheetah lying on the ground trembling and trembling turned over and rolled down.
The spear glowed with cold light, exploded like stars, and pressed down on the purple leopard.
The big man in the armored war gate roared angrily and rushed over to protect the purple leopard's body, letting the gun light hit his back and burst into blood.
The big man hummed, reaching out to hold down the purple leopard that was about to fly out.
This purple leopard was obviously injured and was no match for the strong men of the Blood War Sect.
"Hmph, a woman's kindness."
The strong man from the Blood War Sect snorted coldly, raised the spear in his hand, and glanced at Han Muye who was standing still.
"Boy, are you here to steal the Bloody Purple River Cart too?"
Bloody Purple River Car?
Han Muye's eyes fell on the purple cheetah.
Zihe Che 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 innate fairy aura.
It's just that when many people remove the placenta, in order to keep the fairy spirit in it intact, they will take away the embryo directly, which is cruel.
The bloody purple river cart seems to be a rare treasure conceived by the 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 his practice.
Saying this may make many powerful Golden Immortals jealous and crazy.
But this is true.
Hearing the words of the strong man from the Blood War Sect, the big man from the Iron Armor Gate turned to look at Han Muye, with a look of caution in his eyes.
He held down the restless Purple Leopard with one hand, and his eyes intertwined between Han Muye and the strong man from the Blood War Sect.
Although Han Muye looked calm and relaxed, maybe he was so relaxed before such a scene, so he must not be an ordinary weakling.
How many swordsmen who can walk in the wasteland are weak?
"I'm not interested in the Zihe car." Han Muye shook his head, slowly raised his hand, and held the long sword behind his back with both hands.
The moment he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, the blood of the strong man from the Blood War Sect holding the spear below suddenly exploded.
Strong sense!
Confrontation of fighting spirit!
Collision of murderous intent!
"when--"
The spear blocked the front of him and clashed with the sword. The expression of the strong man from the Blood War Sect changed and he retreated sharply.
"when--"
He raised his hand, and a sword edge appeared above his head.
Back again.
"when--"
There were sword blades appearing in front of and on the side of the body at the same time.
"Hmph!" There was fighting intent in his eyes, and he struck with his spear, and the tip of the spear turned into a gun flower as big as a millstone, and he opened the long sword in front of him.
"town!"
With a low cry, before he speared, the blood-colored evil energy turned into a spirit, his body rolled, he opened his mouth, bit the reappearing sword, and then his head exploded.
Han Muye's figure finally appeared, landing three feet away, holding a long sword in each hand.
Ling Mang, who is filled with blood evil energy, is sensitive to the power of killing. Even if he makes a surprise attack, there is no point in doing so. He will definitely be discovered.
Of course, Han Muye never thought of defeating a Blood War Sect master through a surprise attack.
"Jia Lintao of the Blood War Sect, who are you?" The strong man of the Blood War Sect pointed the spear at Han Muye and said in a cold voice: "There are not many swordsmen in the wilderness who have such swordsmanship."
The big man from the armored war sect, who was leaning slightly to the side, also had solemn eyes.
Han Muye chuckled and pointed his swords forward slowly.
"Only those who can take my sword are qualified to know my name."
As he finished speaking, his sword had already been thrust out.
quick!
Nothing else, just fast!
It seems that the sword edge is pressing forward inch by inch, but in fact it has thrust out thousands of swords.
Each sword is just a ray of light.
But thousands of sword lights were superimposed, and the sword lights triggered directly tore the void.
Jia Lintao's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Dongxu Peak!"
Not only the peak Dongxu, but based on his knowledge, even the peak Dongxu might not be able to perform such swordsmanship!
When did such a strong swordsman come to the wasteland?
He did not dare to neglect, and hit the sword with the spear in his hand.
Every inch is stronger.
If the sword edge were to come to him, he would definitely not be able to stop it.
"Tianfeng, bloody battle——"
The spear carried the strong wind and collided with the sword shadow.
Blood filled the air, and the spear seemed unable to block the sword that gathered countless sword edges, and kept trembling and retreating.
But Jia Lintao had a surge of blood-colored evil energy emerging from his body, his face showed a ferocious look, and he pressed forward with the spear point, hitting him hard.
Even if the tip of the gun is damaged, he will not retreat!
The name of bloody battle is truly worthy of its name.
"Stab-"
The sword edge left a long mark on the body of the spear, cutting off the immortal pattern on it.
Then, the second long sword flashed and stabbed straight out.
"when--"
The long sword touched the body of the spear, exactly where the immortal pattern was cut off.
Jia Lintao's face was gloomy, and he turned the spear in his hand upside down. Regardless of the sword stabbing his chest, he only thrust the tip of the spear towards Han Muye's neck.
An inch long, still an inch strong.
"when--"
The spear failed to hit Han Muye.
Because Han Muye flicked his wrist, he thrust the long sword again, picked it at the broken spot of the spear's immortal pattern, and directly cut off the top magic weapon that had touched the edge of the immortal treasure.
The sword breaks the magic weapon!
From the beginning to the end, the battle took less than a breath, and the battle gun of a bloody battle sect immortal was broken in the hand!
Jia Lintao gritted his teeth and stepped away, holding a broken gun and staring closely at Han Muye.
The big man from the armored war sect not far away also had a serious look on his face, and fighting spirit surged through his body.
"Weak." Han Muye shook his head, took a step forward, and swept the sword in his hand suddenly.
Jia Lintao cut off the gun and threw it at Han Muye's head. Then he moved, stepped back, landed on a black space crack, and disappeared.
Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword, with some disappointment on his face.
He thought he was a master of the Blood War Sect, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a Blood War Sect Heaven Immortal Realm who no longer had much will to fight.
The strong men of the Blood War Sect are invincible and strong in the waves. The strongest men must have fighting spirit in every battle.
This Jia Lintao is not.
Just like Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, this guy has lost his will to fight and has no desire to fight to the death.
What Han Muye wanted to challenge was the real strong man of the Blood War Sect.
He turned around and looked at the armored warrior who stood up slowly.
"Let's have a fight."
The big man raised his hand to Han Muye and shouted: "Congratulations to the Iron Armored War Gate Wuchang."
Han Muye looked at Wuchang He who signed up his name: "Do you know that I want to fight you?"
Wuchang He punched out and spoke loudly: "I'm not the only sword madman I've met."
These words made Han Muye laugh. He put away the sword in his hands, and then a thick-backed sword condensed out of his hands.
On his body, the aura of the ancient divine beast condensed, and the phantom of Kui Niu turned into a faint halo.
"drink--"
The big sword in his hands struck down hard.
"boom--"
The sword was like a mountain collapsing, and Wuchang He's body was directly chopped away.
The purple leopard lying on the ground flew up and rushed towards Han Muye.
"don't want!"
Wuchang He exclaimed.
Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, turned it upside down, slapped the sword spine, and hit the purple leopard on the head, pressing it down.
This sword actually weighed tens of millions of pounds, pressing down on the purple leopard. He struggled continuously but could not get up.
"Don't hurt it."
Wuchang He looked at Han Muye with a trace of nervousness on his face.
Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword and looked at Wuchang He: "Both you and this purple leopard are injured, so there is no point in fighting you."
The sword in his hand dispersed, and Han Muye turned around and walked back.
For him, it would be good to experience for himself the methods of the strong men from the Blood War Sect and the Iron Armored War Sect.
When you have time, you should slowly deduce these two moves and you should gain something.
"Wait a minute." At this moment, Wuchang He suddenly spoke.
Han Muye turned to look at him.
There was a hint of reluctance on Wuchang's face, and then he spoke again: "Your cultivation is stronger than mine, and your attacks are measured."
After a pause, he looked at Han Muye: "You still have the power of demon blood."
Han Muye looked at him and said nothing.
"I, I want to give the purple leaf to you."
Purple leaves.
The purple leopard lying on the ground raised his head, his smart eyes full of unwillingness and reluctance.
"Ziye, you are going to have a child of your own soon. It is not safe in the wasteland."
"I, you know what will happen if you take your child back to the sect."
Wuchang He clenched his fists, looked at Zibao, 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 Realm."
Bitter Immortal Realm?
Han Muye understood that Wuchang He regarded himself as a great demon in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
Also, if he has the power of the demon bloodline and appears on the edge of the Bitter Immortal Realm, what is he if he is not a great demon?
"Woo——"
The purple leopard let out a painful groan.
Han Muye looked over, shook his head and said, "Let's wait until she gives birth."
After speaking, he raised his hand and shook out a pale golden pill.
The elixir melted directly and wrapped the purple leopard.
"Can you deliver babies?" Han Muye looked at Wuchang He.
Wuchang He's face froze.
Han Muye shook his head: "Neither can 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, Jin Huo was covered in flames, acting as a bonfire.
With curiosity, it kept looking at the three little purple leopards sucking in the arms of the purple leopard named Zi Ye.
It's just that Ziye's eyes were half-squinted, a little tired, but there was still a hint of vigilance in his eyes, as if he was afraid that the golden fire would get too close and injure their mother and son.
Not far away, Han Muye, Wuchang He, and Zhao Pingyu were sitting across from each other.
Wuchang He held a wine gourd in his hand and took a big sip, a blush flashing across his face.
"I know that we, the cultivators of immortality, should rely on our own combat prowess. Especially my armored sect, I look down on those who rely on external forces to cultivate."
"I, Wuchang He, never thought of borrowing the power of purple leaves to practice."
"We met in a big battle back then. At that time, it didn't kill me who was seriously injured. It still fought side by side with me and broke out of the siege together."
Perhaps everyone who practices the Way of the Body is the same. Wuchang He didn't hide anything from Han Muye and told the story of how he and Zi Ye met and how they practiced together.
Because of Ziye'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 tribe."
After taking a sip of wine, Wuchang He shook his head.
Ziye returned to the tribe for a few decades, but not only was she injured, but she also gave birth to an heir.
According to the exchange of spiritual thoughts, Wuchang He knew that Ziye's tribe encountered a catastrophe and the entire tribe was almost wiped out.
The strongest member of his clan tried his best to deal with the powerful enemy, but was eventually seriously injured and died. The other clan members were also killed, and Zi Ye was protected by the clan members and escaped at the critical moment.
Because the heir in its belly is the bloodline of the strongest person in the clan.
"In the past few years, Ziye has been unable to display his own fighting power, and many people in the sect have been interested in having an heir in his belly, so I brought him to this wasteland."
Wuchang He had a complicated look on his face.
He couldn't protect Ziye's three children.
If they return to the sect, these three cubs must be handed over to the sect and then assigned.
Unlike other sects, the Iron Armored War Sect's rules are extremely strict and have a strong sense of military law.
The daily harvest of the disciples in the sect must be handed over to the sect and then redistributed.
After all, the strength of the Iron Armored War Sect is to attack in formation, and the friendship between the same sects is not bad.
Just handing over everything will make people reluctant to part with it.
Wuchang He had selfish motives and was 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."
It's certainly not easy for these three little purple leopards to grow up.
But if they all grow up safely, their combat power will definitely be extraordinary.
Wuchang He nodded, a trace of hope flashing across his face.
"If you just want to find a place where they can grow up safely, I can recommend a place." Han Muye pondered for a moment and said.
Wuchang He looked up at him.
Han Muye said softly: "Today's Bitter Immortal Realm is in a time of turmoil and is not a good place to be."
"Across the wasteland, there is Yunlan City, where they can live safely."
Yunlan City?
Wuchang He thought for a while and said: "I have heard of the name. It is said that the lord of this city is a sword cultivator, and his combat power is——"
He was stunned for a moment and looked at Han Muye: "Is it you?"
Zhao Pingyu on the side showed a smile: "This is the invincible city lord of Yunlan City, the Yunlan Sword Immortal."
"Yunlan City, under the rule of the Invincible City Lord, is probably one of the few places in the world that can accept them."
After hearing Zhao Pingyu's words, Wu Changhe looked solemn: "I have heard of the name Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I admire him very much."
"Can Yunlan City really keep them?"
Whether it's the wilderness or other places, there are not many places where monsters can live.
What's more, the purple leopard mother and her son don't have much combat power for the time being due to childbirth.
They are considered prime prey by many people everywhere.
"I can't guarantee that there will be no killings in Yunlan City, but no matter whether they are monsters or monsters, they will be treated equally in Yunlan City."
Han Muye looked calm and looked at the purple leopard who had his eyes slightly closed but was actually listening with his ears raised.
As if sensing Han Muye's gaze, Zibao opened his eyes, looked at Han Muye, and then turned to look at Wuchang He.
Purple Leopard moaned softly a few times, then lowered his head to lick the newborn little Purple Leopard.
Golden fire jumped aside, causing warm light to flicker.
"I, since Zi Ye is willing to go, I will send them there." Wuchang He seemed to have communicated with Zi Bao's spiritual thoughts and said without hesitation.
"Don't worry, if you can stay in Yunlan City for a long time, Ziye and I will definitely be richly rewarded." Wuchang He stood up and cupped his hands towards Han Muye.
Han Muye didn't care much about his generous report.
But Wuchang He Neng brought Zibao to Yunlan City, which was a good sign for Yunlan City.
Even the people from the Iron Armored Gate are willing to foster monsters, which shows the freedom and tranquility of Yunlan City.
"You are still injured, and your combat power will not 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. This way, you can recover faster."
contract?
Wuchang He took the talisman, felt the power in it with his spiritual mind, frowned slightly, and pondered there.
Han Muye ignored him, stood up, reached out and drew the golden fire to his shoulder, then flew onto the cliff and looked into the distance.
Zhao Pingyu also followed with a smile.
"That's where the great formation left by our seniors is. Although I can't see it, I can feel the distortion of the power of heaven and earth." Zhao Pingyu pointed to the horizon ahead.
Han Muye nodded, a glint flashing in his eyes: "Blood War Sect, it seems someone is going that way too?"
Zhao Pingyu also saw several bloody smoke pillars and nodded solemnly.
The people of the Blood War Sect acted without any secret, and the smoke pillar wished to soak the heaven and earth in blood.
Han Muye was just about to use his spiritual sense when he suddenly raised his eyebrows.
There was a trace of vibration of divine soul power in his divine treasure.
It’s done.
A contract is formed.
Under the cliff below, a golden halo flashed, wrapping Wuchang He and Purple Leopard in it. The halo visible to the naked eye was intertwined with fairy patterns.
This is a contract between humans and monsters, and their minds and powers will be more closely connected in the future.
Of course, as Han Muye, who made the talismans, he was not without some benefits.
The most direct thing is that when the contract was concluded, he, as the witness and the creator of the contract, quietly assumed the fair responsibility that originally belonged to the Avenue of Heaven and Earth.
If you have responsibilities, you will gain something.
Every time he concludes another contract, the power of his divine soul in his divine treasure will receive slight benefits.
There are invisible changes in one or two channels, but what about thousands of channels, hundreds of thousands of channels, millions of channels?
In the future, millions of contracts can really be concluded. As the creator of the contract, Han Muye will receive so much back from the power of his soul that even he himself dare not imagine.
When the flying body fell, the golden light below had disappeared.
Wuchang He stood beside Zibao in high spirits, with a smile on his face.
"Thank you, Invincible City Lord." The surge of power in his body made him feel at ease.
With the help of the contract, Purple Leopard's power restored all his injuries.
This is Ziye's choice. After all, Ziye doesn't have much combat power now, so it is better to lend his strength to Wuchang He.
With the superposition of the two phases of power, and the blessing of the demon bloodline power, Wuchang He's combat power was not only not lost, but increased several times.
Wuchang He was amazed and delighted by the magic of this contract power.
Of course, he and Ziye were together in life and death, and there was no barrier. Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve this step.
The transformation of the two forces would not be so smooth without mutual trust.
"This is a token of my status in the sect. Brother Han, you may be able to use it when you go to rule the Iron Armored War Sect in the future." Wuchang He handed a green and black token to Han Muye and said.
Han Muye accepted the token directly without any courtesy.
The Iron Armored War Sect doesn't have many interactions with other sects and is relatively exclusive on weekdays. This token is of great use.
Wuchang He took Zibao mother and son away and went to Yunlan City.
With his combat prowess and his status as a master of the Iron Armor Gate, it would not be difficult to cross the wasteland.
As long as he goes to Yunlan City, Zi Bao can safely raise the little Zi Bao and live a peaceful life.
Seeing Wuchang He leave, Han Muye turned his head and looked at Zhao Pingyu.
"Senior Qianzhen, let's go."
Zhao Qianzhen nodded, raised his hand and enveloped the cyan fairy light, and his body turned into nothingness.
The power of formation.
This place is not far from the remains of the senior formation, and the power of the formation allows them to arrive faster.
Half an hour later, the two of them had arrived in a turbulent illusory space.
This is the power of the formation that changes the surrounding void, allowing the power of the void to merge with the power of the formation, as if a cave opens up and exists here alone.
"Using the power of the formation to simulate virtual transformation. Although this formation senior has not yet entered the Golden Immortal realm, this method is not far behind."
Zhao Pingyu looked at the spiritual illusion around him and spoke in a low voice.
Indeed, this is a space opened up by the power of the formation, but it has the environment of transforming into a cave, which shows that the method is extraordinary.
But it is a pity that this strong man has not taken that step and become a powerful golden immortal.
If you become a golden immortal, the level of power will definitely be different.
"The Blood War Sect seems to be using the power of this formation to hone itself. These people deliberately stepped into the illusion and then mobilized their power to break the formation."
Han Muye looked at the illusory bloody smoke column in front of him and said softly.
Over there, several masters of the Blood War Sect were fighting hard.
In fact, there is nothing in this formation that can stop them, it is just an illusory formation.
These Blood War Sect masters deliberately trapped themselves in the illusion formation and then fought in it.
This feeling is very much like the challenge on the acting stage.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
The Blood War Sect is so warlike, so the Acting Stage and the Ascending Immortal Stage are really treasures for them.
Looking at it this way, I am afraid that the Blood Battle Sect will go all out to fight for control of the Immortal Platform.
If the Blood War Sect continues to control the Ascension Platform, it will not be good news for Han Muye and the practitioners in the Yuantian Star Territory.
"boom--"
Ahead, a bloody spear pointed towards Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu.
There was a cold murderous intent on the tip of the gun, condensing into a heart-stopping bloody evil aura.
No reason is needed, just hunting in the phantom formation.
Han Muye raised his hand and thrust out a green sword edge from his fingertips.
"when--"
The edge of the sword smashed the edge of the gun into pieces.
The void shook, and more smoke pillars gathered in front of him.
"Follow me." The rune fairy light in Zhao Pingyu's hand flashed, opening an illusory path, leading Han Muye to step into it.
Behind them, the smoke pillars followed and continued to gather.
Three days later, in front of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu was a blue hall.
In front of the main hall, there was an array of soldiers in golden armor.
"Puppet Battle Formation, looking at it this way, the inheritance of this formation senior is probably extremely extraordinary." Zhao Pingyu clenched his fists with his eyes fixed on the battle formation, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, if you want to enter the hall, you need to break this formation." He turned to look at Han Muye.
I asked Han Muye to accompany me just for this moment.
This battle formation requires real strength to break, there is nothing fancy about it.
Han Muye turned around and looked at the smoke column behind him.
Twenty bloody pillars of smoke rising into the sky are already a hundred miles away and will arrive in just a quarter of an hour.
"A quarter of an hour is enough."
Whispering softly, Han Muye stepped forward and landed in front of the main hall.
All the golden-armored soldiers opened their eyes instantly, pointing their spears at Han Muye.
"Time is tight and the task is heavy. Everyone, I won't hold back." Han Muye whispered softly, gathering a green and black sword in his hand.
The sword was five feet wide and as wide as a door panel, with fairy light flashing on it.
In front of the main hall, roars resounded, battle formations surged, and power gathered, forming into a white tiger with golden patterns, roaring toward the sky.
"White Tiger?"
"I have experience dealing with white tigers."
Han Muye chuckled lightly, and the energy and blood in his body rushed like a long river, turning into a thick column of smoke. He raised the big sword in his hand, jumped up, and slashed down with the long sword.
"Crack, abyss——"
