The Six-Xuan Tianyuan Formation spread throughout the Xuanling Sword Sect’s headquarters within three days.
From the elders of the sect, the master of the first hall, to the elites of all parties, and the disciples of the Sword Sect who have just started, they are all studying this formation.
The strong ones above the Golden Immortal are dismantling the formation and exploring its secrets.
The more I analyze it, the more incredible I am that Yunlan Sword Immortal can share such a powerful and convenient formation.
As for Zhou Sheng Mu Huan and the others, they were even more upset.
If Han Muye had been brought to Xantian Palace in the first place, Xantian Palace would have studied this formation first.
"This kid, why don't you separate your friends and relatives..." Zhou Sheng, who was holding a gourd of wine and filling his mouth with wine, looked at the six figures interlacing in front of him, mumbling.
"Buzz——"
The sword formation was formed, and the sword light shot into the sky.
The six golden immortals formed an formation, and the power they displayed was overwhelming.
Looking into the distance, across the city, sword light shines everywhere.
Which hall is not studying the sword formation now?
It's just an ordinary disciple. Even if you don't understand it for a while, it's okay.
But for those elite disciples who are determined to go to the Immortal Burial City, whoever forms the formation the fastest and who masters the formation the fastest is a matter of face and whether they can go to the Immortal Burial City.
More importantly, those strong men whose cultivation and combat prowess have always been at the forefront of the elite disciples.
What they want to fight for is not just the order of formation.
What they want to fight for is the five positions in the formation with Yunlan Sword Immortal!
"What a good idea..."
Outside the sky, looking at Li Yungang and the five Daluo Jinxian formations, with their swords shining brightly, an immortal king whispered softly.
"The selection was originally complicated, but he directly aroused everyone's emotions without having to step in."
"even--"
The white-haired fairy who spoke did not finish his words.
In fact, the entire sect is helping to select.
Which hall's sword light is more dazzling, which elite's sword formation is more proficient, and whose cooperation is more tacit, will be watched and felt by countless people.
The one chosen in the end must be the truly strong one.
"Where's that kid?" An Immortal Lord wearing a black Taoist robe said angrily.
"I guess he is in seclusion. He is probably the most idle person in Jianzong nowadays." The old man in front chuckled and shook his head, with a smile on his face.
Everyone was busy practicing the sword formation, but the creator of the sword formation, Yunlan Sword Immortal, was free.
He was not in seclusion, but quietly shopping with Zhao Chen everywhere.
In a vast square, Zhao Chen looked around with some fear.
This is the place where Jian Zong trades various supplies.
Basically, they are purchased by the disciples of our sect.
It's just that the square has been very empty these days, with only the disciples and deacons in charge of sales left everywhere.
"Brother, there are all good things here, but I can't eat much." Looking at the swords and armors, as well as various elixirs and war equipment on the stalls, Zhao Chen made a sound.
"We don't buy from here." Han Muye nodded, making Zhao Chen breathe a sigh of relief.
Behind him, Mr. Chu and Song Zhong chuckled.
There are also businesses that my young master doesn’t dare to discuss.
"Let's go over there." Han Muye raised his hand and pointed to the main hall ahead.
Zhao Chen shrank his neck and hurriedly grabbed Han Muye's sleeve: "Brother, those are places for large-scale upper-level transactions. With my little net worth, no one will pay attention to me there."
…
That was the trading hall, which contained not only the shops of the Xuanling Sword Sect, but also shops of other sects.
This hall is actually a place for exchanges between major sects. All major transactions are carried out, and ordinary disciples are not allowed to receive them.
"I will be your major shareholder." Han Muye patted Zhao Chen on the shoulder and said loudly: "No matter how big the business is, we can negotiate."
After saying that, he strode forward.
Can we discuss any business?
Zhao Chen was shocked, his eyes widened, he rubbed his hands, and his face flushed with excitement.
"Okay, let's talk."
He gave a long laugh and quickly followed.
When the two of them arrived outside the splendid hall, a group of Sword Sect disciples wearing green robes came forward.
"Do you two have the sect's purchasing order?" The leading Sword Sect disciple's eyes fell on Han Muye, and he frowned slightly.
I think I've seen this image before, but it's a bit vague.
Purchasing order?
No.
Zhao Chen turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye raised his hand, and there was a golden scroll in his palm.
What is this stuff?
The disciple looked confused.
"Senior brother, if you haven't seen the sect's purchasing order, you can go to the Foreign Affairs Hall and have a look." A disciple in green robes carrying a black sword said with a smile.
Everyone else smiled too.
What kind of scroll is this? It has nothing to do with the purchasing order.
Han Muye was too lazy to pay attention to others. He just threw the scroll in his hand and landed it in the arms of the leading disciple.
The disciple frowned and opened the scroll.
If it weren't for Han Muye's aura, and the fact that he was followed by a group of green-armored guards, who seemed to have an extraordinary status, he wouldn't have read this scroll.
After guarding the main hall for so many years, how many orders has he seen?
Unfolding the scroll, the golden writing on it came into view.
"transfer order!"
"hiss--"
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
The disciple trembled all over, closed the scroll, held it in both hands, and respectfully presented it to Han Muye with an excited expression on his face.
"Please, please ask Yunlan Sword Immortal to take back the transfer order."
He took a step back, raised his hand and said: "Sword Immortal, please——"
Han Muye nodded and led Zhao Chen straight into the hall.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, is he Sword Immortal Yunlan?"
"Dear boy, I actually saw a living one..."
Outside the main hall, there was an uproar.
The guarding disciples all looked up at Han Muye's back.
"Don't look at it, Sword Immortal Yunlan is purchasing supplies to guard Immortal Burial City!"
"Guarding the Immortal Burial City..."
…
When Han Muye and Zhao Chen stepped into the hall, they immediately attracted many eyes.
"Big deal!" Someone had already seen Han Muye's identity and came up to him with a smile.
"Haha, when Sword Immortal Yunlan comes here, of course it's a big deal."
A smiling shopkeeper from various sects surrounded Han Muye.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden storage bag fell into Zhao Chen's arms.
"I don't understand business, but my brother does."
Zhao Chen took the storage bag, grinned, and put his spiritual thoughts into it.
Then his face turned pale and he almost threw the storage bag away.
"Brother, is this so much?"
Han Muye waved his hand and paced to the side, saying, "It's all spent, don't leave anything behind."
Zhao Chen nodded and held the storage bag carefully, as if he was afraid of losing the bag.
…
Eighty billion immortal spiritual stones.
The eight mountain peaks piled up almost made Zhao Chen fall down.
He has never seen so many immortal spirit stones.
The shopkeepers around also looked at Zhao Chen's storage bag curiously.
How many immortal spirit stones have frightened this little guy who looks quite a bit like a businessman?
"Little brother, I have a fine sword——"
"Excellent? How good is it? Immortal treasure?"
"Well, there are immortal treasures—"
"I bought it, wrap it up, don't ask so many questions, I have a lot of fairy stones."
…
Han Muye didn't care how Zhao Chen purchased the treasures, he just walked around the hall.
The Xuanling Sword Sect sells the most swords, and they have swords of various grades, some of which he himself is a little excited about.
But before he could step forward, the swords were held by several guys and sent to Zhao Chen with faces full of joy.
In addition to the Xuanling Sword Sect selling swords, the other one turned out to be the Iron Armored War Sect.
Although the quality of their swords is not very high, the spiritual materials used are of high quality, and many of them are polished with pure spiritual materials.
A waste of natural resources.
But it doesn't matter, these swords were carried by a group of strong men and sent to Zhao Chen within a short time.
Tianyaomen's shops have many kinds of spiritual materials, while Daomen's shops have many talismans and elixirs.
In shops large and small, it’s basically all about quantity.
The hall was vast. When Han Muye walked deep into the hall, he saw a remote shop with many broken swords and guns in front of it.
The quality of these armors was definitely not bad in the past, and many of them shone with fairy light.
It's just that the more high-quality something is, the harder it is to repair it once it's damaged.
These broken swords and broken knives were piled up in the shop, and only a few old clerks looked listlessly at the door.
When Han Muye stepped forward and reached out to draw the swords, no one paid attention.
Holding a broken sword, Han Muye's palm was filled with sword intent.
The name of the sword is Zhenyang. It is made with the art of hundreds of refinements and ten thousand fusions. It is three feet and one inch long and weighs three hundred and fifty-six kilograms.
A picture emerged in Han Muye's mind.
Hu Jintai, a top disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect, cultivates the Tao of Taiyang of Heaven and Earth, has masculine swordsmanship, and enters the Tao with the sword.
In the picture in his mind, the sword light of the bearded Taoist wearing a golden robe was shining, his sword skills were wide open, and each sword shattered the black halo around him.
Practiced swordsmanship at the age of thirteen.
At the age of eighteen, he reached the realm.
At the age of fifty-eight, he entered the heavenly realm and became an elite among his peers.
Along the way, I entered the fairyland at the age of 380, and reached the peak of immortality at the age of 1520.
After ten thousand years, wasted years, wandering in the world of mortals, wandering in the wilderness, and finally accepted the mission to garrison at the Dripping Blood Cliff. Three hundred years later, he entered the Five Decline of Heaven and Man, failed to survive, and died with regret.
I once fought with my sword to the end of the world.
Once upon a time, I was accompanied by the world of mortals.
Once upon a time, I rewarded my close friends with wine in my cup, and killed my enemies with the sword in my hand.
once.
In the end, it just broke off the road and turned into loess.
This is practice.
"My whole life is worth it..."
The figure holding the long sword, walking forward slowly, and finally breaking the sword and dying in front of the blood cliff slowly froze.
He is not a master, nor does he have any real advanced swordsmanship.
Cultivation is not perfect either.
…
Such people are everywhere in the world of immortality.
But who doesn’t have a wonderful life?
Life and death, sword.
carefree.
"How can I sell this sword?"
Han Muye held the broken sword and spoke softly.
This sword has no spirituality.
The forged spiritual materials also lost their power.
This is a real useless sword.
But in Han Muye's opinion, this sword was a treasure.
Whose life is not a treasure?
Some of the guys who were sitting there stood up.
"This sword, one hundred immortal spirit stones?" A gray-haired old man hesitated to bid.
"Sir, you know that nothing in this hall is for retail sale."
"Our shop is full of ownerless armor collected from various places. There may be some opportunities among them, but they are not easy to obtain."
It seemed that Han Muye was not very old but had an extraordinary bearing. He was afraid that he would be deceived. The old man said softly: "If you are interested, please just pick one or two items to play with."
Play?
Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Han Muye looked calm.
That's fine.
This sword, which was once used by a powerful man at the peak of human immortality to kill enemies and slay demons, is now just an object for the descendants to enjoy.
Perhaps, this is what the seniors want to see, right?
Isn't it good that their life-and-death fight will bring peace to their descendants?
"I want everything here." Han Muye raised his hand and pointed at the various broken armors piled up in the shop.
All of them?
The guys looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
"Sir, wait a moment, let's go to the back and take out all the treasures."
…
Han Muye spent a total of 30 million fairy spirit stones to collect all the swords and weapons in this shop.
No wonder the things here have never been sold. Who is willing to spend tens of millions of immortal spirit stones to buy mountains of junk?
Only someone like Han Muye, who has endless wealth and can see the memory in the sword, would take these things.
After emptying the store, Han Muye stopped staying and turned around to leave.
By the time he reached the center of the hall, Zhao Chen had few shopkeepers around him.
It's just that the shopkeepers who originally gathered around Zhao Chen are no longer in the hall and seem to have left.
"Brother, is everything done?" Zhao Chen, who was holding two storage bags, looked at Han Muye with a smile and raised his hand to hand back the two storage bags.
Has the business been settled?
Han Muye reached out to take the storage bag and frowned.
In the storage bag he gave to Zhao Chen before, the 80 billion fairy spirit stones were missing by less than 10%.
Instead, there was another storage bag full of various materials worth at least 30 billion.
There are hundreds of swords at the level of Guangxianbao and Lingbao.
It seems that these hundreds of swords don’t know the tens of billions of immortal spirit stones, right?
"Brother, let's go. Go back and tell us." Zhao Chen winked, turned around and left.
After leaving the main hall and leaving the square, Zhao Chen let out a proud smile.
"Brother, how is this business going?"
how?
There was no need for Han Muye to speak, Zhao Chen had already explained.
He spent 6 billion immortal spirit stones as a deposit to buy various treasures worth 50 billion.
Because he showed the eighty billion immortal spirit stones and asked another question.
…
"Everyone, with Sword Immortal Yunlan's wealth and skill, do you think this reinforcement will be fruitful?"
reward.
Each of the three great places in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm is a holy place.
There is a continuous wasteland outside the Blood Dropping Cliff, and the blood and bones of various void beasts killed are of extraordinary value.
There are many alien races in the Soul-Dead Valley that come from other immortal worlds. They are not afraid of Taoism and have strong fighting power. If you kill these alien races, you can get a lot of treasures from that immortal world.
As for the Immortal Burial City, there are divine items dropped.
What do immortal cultivators in the immortal world desire most?
Isn't it just the various treasures in the Zhoutian God Realm?
According to what Zhao Chen said, Yunlan Sword Immortal went to Immortal Burial City this time to clean up.
Gathering the strength of the Xuanling Sword Sect’s strongest disciples, of course, they went to sweep them away.
He signed a contract with everyone and would send back treasures worth at least 100 billion from Immortal Burial City every year.
Half of the first three years is used as investment return, and every year thereafter the treasures will be given to allies who have signed the contract at a 20% discount.
"So, you see, these fairy stones haven't been spent yet."
Zhao Chen's face was filled with smiles.
Everyone is investing, not buying and selling.
Of course the fairy spirit stone cannot be spent.
Han Muye thought about it and felt like he had been sold?
"Brother, I'm going to go to other sects while I still have some time." Zhao Chen looked at the storage bag in Han Muye's hand, with a hint of madness on his face.
"If we can do a big business this time, we can live a more prosperous life in Immortal Burial City in the future."
It's not enough to sell it once, how many more times do you need to sell it?
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
Sometimes, the power of merchants is unimaginable.
Once he was betrayed, he gathered a group of allies.
Be betrayed ten times and you will have countless allies.
None of these allies wanted him to die in Immortal Burial City.
Because the wealth of many people may be weighing on him.
"Okay, you can take this order with you." Han Muye threw the order into Zhao Chen's arms.
"I'll find a master to protect you."
The master Han Muye found was a real master.
I wish you all the best, may you be brave, and may you be the immortal swordsman.
Zhao Chen and Zhu Yong left and went to various major sects to do business, while Han Muye returned to Zhenxuan Hall and began to retreat.
He took out the collected swords and placed them one by one in front of him.
He stretched out his hand to hold it, and the sword intent penetrated.
Memory images emerged one after another.
Some people practice cultivation all their lives and eventually pass away secretly.
Some people go rampant with swords, and eventually die with a handful of loess.
Some people build swords for their beliefs, but eventually abandon their original beliefs.
Someone repaired the sword for Hong Yan, but was eventually abandoned by Hong Yan.
There are all kinds of life, all kinds of things, life.
Watch the swords of your predecessors and cultivate your own way.
Understand the sword of your predecessors and cultivate your own way.
There was a commotion outside Ren Zhenxuan Hall, while Han Muye only watched and understood the sword in the main hall.
What you observe is the sword, what you understand is life.
Seven months later, when he walked out of the hall, his figure was a little stooped, and even his eyes were slightly cloudy.
Taking one step forward, his body was shaped like a sword.
Another step, the sword light shot into the sky.
No matter how much life he has, it does not belong to him, Han Muye.
After watching thousands of swords, it was still Han Muye who came back.
"Let me see who is qualified to walk with me."
…
Han Muye shouted low, and his figure shot up into the sky.
In his hand, a long sword pierced the sky, and then he turned around and stood up.
"Come and fight."
Sword cultivators always speak with their swords.
"boom--"
The sword formations condensed and turned into long swords, following behind Han Muye and hitting the sky.
However, this time is different from the last time. This time, there are only nine sword arrays that actually reach the sky.
In the past seven months, the various sword formations have competed to find the strongest one.
The nine sword arrays stand out.
The sword sect elites in each of these nine sword formations are in the realm of virtual transformation, and each one is at least an elite of the three halls.
They cooperate with each other tacitly and their swordsmanship is pure.
The fighting spirit and combat power displayed by these swordsmanship elites made the senior swordsmen sigh.
If Yunlan Sword Immortal had been so inspiring, the Sword Sect might have been even more powerful.
"Haha, I don't know what this kid will gain from seclusion for a year." Li Yungang held a big gourd in his hand and spoke in a low voice.
Everyone else also had smiles on their faces, and their eyes fell on Han Muye.
"boom--"
Above the sky, sword lights flashed chaotically.
Han Muye let out a long laugh, and the sword in his hand turned into a long flame dragon.
"Burn the mountains and rivers!"
With a loud shout, the long flames wrapped in sword light condensed into a volcano and collapsed suddenly.
When a mountain collapses, thousands of mountains collapse.
The sky with a radius of thousands of miles was completely shattered, and all the sword light was swept away.
"Yes, it's Senior Brother Jiwu's Burning Heaven Sword Technique!" Someone exclaimed in the void in the distance.
"Senior Brother Chen Jiwu was in charge of the Burning Heaven Palace, but later he fell and the inheritance of his unique knowledge was cut off. Unexpectedly..."
"Is that, is that the Burning Sky Sword?" Li Yungang looked at the dagger in Han Muye's hand and spoke softly.
Someone's eyes fell on the broken long sword in Han Muye's hand. The sword was covered with rust, mottled and the fairy patterns were broken. The sword was not much stronger than a fire stick.
But just such a sword caused the sky to shatter and the endless fairy light to collapse.
"Senior Brother Jiwu's unique skills reappear, okay, okay..."
The sighing man spoke, and suddenly his eyes widened.
Because the sword in Han Muye's hand had changed, it was replaced by a blue-gray broken sword with only half a foot left.
The broken sword clattered down, triggering a dazzling golden light.
"Stab-"
Thousands of miles of void, split into two halves with one sword!
"Void Slash!"
"It's Master Uncle Jin Hao's Void Slash!"
"Senior Brother Jin Hao died in Immortal Burial City back then, and his unique skill of Void Slash was lost. It was a pity for all my fellow disciples..."
There was an uproar all around.
No one expected that Yunlan Sword Immortal would display two lost skills.
"This kid is in seclusion, isn't he studying the lost sword skills of these sword sects?" Li Yungang looked at the sword light in Han Muye's hand that changed again, and whispered softly.
"Where did he get so much swordsmanship?"
"boom--"
Above the sky, clouds and waves gather and disperse.
The sword pressed down again was bloody.
There was another exclamation all around.
Every sword light displayed by Han Muye is a lost sword skill.
Some of them were the famous swordsmanship of a certain sword sect senior, but were eventually buried.
Some are unknown seniors who have practiced all their lives and have no reputation. However, at this time, the swordsmanship shines in Han Muye's hands. With one sword, he can suppress an elite and cannot raise their head.
…
"Su Jiansheng has practiced for 3,800 years, reached the heavenly realm, and created the Three Spirits Tengyun Swordsmanship."
"Bai Yuhe stepped into the virtual realm of Tianxian Cave and fell outside the Broken Soul Valley. He is good at the swordsmanship of storm and rain."
"Zhan Tianqi, the master of the Tianqi Hall of the Sword Sect, practiced Qitian Swordsmanship all his life. He once fought hard with the Great Luo Sword Immortal and was undefeated. He died 3.52 million years ago."
…
Han Muye whispered softly every time he used a sword technique.
There seemed to be shadows appearing on him.
The figures of these seniors floated, using the sword in Han Muye's hand to fight with the descendants of the Sword Sect countless thousands of years later.
Unknowingly, Han Muye seemed to be able to hear hearty laughter.
These seniors feel happy to see the Sword Sect’s current glory and compete with the elites of the younger generation with their swords, right?
Han Muye's soul improved rapidly, and it surged like a torrent from the moment he stepped into the Golden Immortal Realm.
For three days, the sword in his hand kept blazing, and no one in the sword formation below could make any further progress.
In three days, his soul attained the perfection of Golden Immortal, and his body also cultivated stably, defining the virtual realm of Tianxian Cave.
His soul was actually a whole level stronger than his own immortal cultivation.
This kind of strange practice is probably unimaginable to outsiders.
"when--"
The long swords struck each other, Han Muye finally retreated, and the sword arrays below rushed into the sky.
Countless sword sect elites roared, and the sword light turned into meteors.
The sword lights intertwined in the void. They no longer tried to identify who was the Yunlan Sword Immortal. They only looked at whose sword array was still there and charged at him.
As for the elite disciples who were dispersed from the sword formation, they quickly found their fellow disciples around them and formed an formation again.
Just like this, there was chaos in all directions, forming and breaking formations.
The sword light lingered in the void, and even the souls of those seniors could not identify it and could only watch intently.
Over the course of seven days, the several condensed sword formations gradually became stable and no one could break them.
Among them, the strongest sword formation can directly crush all sword formations, and the void cannot fall independently.
Zhenxuan Palace, Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi, Xuntian Palace, Fengling Sword Immortal Su Jian, Zhantian Palace, Baiyue Sword Immortal Bai Tu, Luhe Palace, Qingliu Sword Immortal Chen Sishui, Sanjin Palace, Golden Jade Sword Immortal Yu Shuling, Zhenhuang Palace Tianhou Sword Immortal Kuxu Taoist.
The Six Mysterious Tianyuan Sword Formation formed by the six sword immortals could not be broken even by Li Yungang, the leader of the Sword Sect's Zhantian Hall.
Seeing this formation suppressing the void, Li Yungang felt itchy for a moment, and was encouraged by some old guys around him, so he stepped forward to break the formation.
The result was a huge loss of face.
After forming a battle in the void, Han Muye's list of people to go to Immortal Burial City was decided.
The six people who can travel with him are not the strongest, but they can cooperate with him to suppress the void.
As for the other sword formations, they are not the same disciples who have cooperated with each other in drills before. Instead, they are many fellow disciples who have not known each other before, but are now able to fight side by side.
After this war, many talents discovered that the swordsmanship inheritance of the Sword Sect can be complementary to each other.
For example, when Han Muye and the others formed a formation, the Zhenxuan Palace swordsmanship performed by Han Muye and the Zhenhuang Palace swordsmanship of Kuxu Taoist, the Heavenly Roar Sword Immortal of the Zhenhuang Palace, actually echoed each other and had the effect of stacking and increasing.
Just the two of them can double the power of the sword array.
After the first battle, the sword sect suddenly set off a wave of search for sword mates.
…
Perhaps, everyone has a group of companions who have been separated for many years and who are secretly fighting alongside them.
Outside the Zhenxuan Hall, the golden light turned into a light curtain, covering the heaven and earth.
Han Muye was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and his body was flashing with fairy light.
This outfit is all the treasure of Zhenxuan Palace.
At this time, there were hundreds of elites standing in front of him.
Not far away, a hundred big demons who came with Han Muye were sitting in silence.
"Everyone, this is our original contract talisman from Yunlan City."
"With this talisman, you can form a contract with the demon clan. The Qi and blood cultivation levels can be interconnected, and the combat power will increase rapidly."
In Han Muye's palm, golden talismans appeared one after another.
These are all contract symbols.
"Anyone who is interested can go find a big demon who can form a contract on your own," Han Muye looked at everyone and said solemnly: "Once the contract is formed, we will share life and death."
In the form of a contract, the power of monsters is used to increase combat power.
The sword sect elites below looked at each other, and most of them were silent.
For sword cultivators, what matters most is their own swordsmanship and not much else.
"Let me try." After a moment, a sword cultivator in his thirties wearing a green robe raised his hand and held a golden talisman in his hand.
Taking the talisman, he turned to look at the big monsters.
"I am Master Peng of the Tieyun Palace. I am a master of virtual cultivation. He is good at speed and strength. He usually likes to fight against the enemy."
As soon as his body moved, the sword light in Master Peng's hand was swaying, and wind and thunder could be seen between the slashes.
He landed on the Bluestone Square, with the golden talisman floating in his palm, and then said: "I wonder if there is anyone willing to form a contract with me?"
The big demons over there looked at each other, and after a while, three strong men came out.
"Roar--"
A person's body transformed into Jin Fenghuan, and his spiritual thoughts vibrated and he made a voice: "I have the bloodline of Jinfenghuan below, and my speed can complement yours."
The other person transformed into a pangolin beast covered in black armor, with golden light shining from his eyes.
"I can form a golden armor to block the attacks of the void."
The last one turned into a three-foot-tall iron bull.
"My power can bless you."
Master Peng pondered for a moment, raised his hand and knocked out the talisman, landing on Jin Fenghuan's head.
Jin Fenghuan roared lowly and did not resist, letting the talisman fall down.
Two streams of golden light intertwined between the two bodies, and the golden wind turned into a golden light and fell on Master Peng's arm.
"Buzz——"
Master Peng moved and appeared outside Qingshi Square.
"What a speed!"
Everyone around was stunned.
Master Peng himself was stunned, reaching out to hold his arm with a smile on his face.
With the blessing of monsters, there can be such an improvement!
Many people's eyes lit up.
After a while, dozens of sword sect elites selected their suitable monsters.
Not all sword cultivators are willing to mate with monsters.
Han Muye ignored them and raised his hand to take out a pile of swords and various treasures.
"Since you are willing to go to the Immortal Burial City with me, you are my brothers in life and death. You can choose and use these things at will."
Lingbao, fairy treasure.
Immortal light shining elixir, clothing and armor.
There are also arrays with extremely strong protection and treasures that can enhance the strength of one's own attributes.
The precious light shines, and there is a fairy light in front of the hall.
…
The eyes of those Sword Sect elites flashed.
Are they short of treasure?
No shortage.
But what Han Muye took out were real treasures, many of which they did not have.
Moreover, Immortal Burial City is a desperate place. Since you are following Yunlan Sword Immortal there, why not take his treasure?
Taoist Kuxu, the Tianhou Sword Immortal of Zhenhuang Palace with gray hair and a solemn face, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold a long sword filled with flames, and whispered: "This sword matches my strength, I want it."
Others were not polite and extended their hands.
…
On the last three days of the year, Zhao Chen returned.
He went straight to Zhenxuan Hall, threw the five storage bags and the order into Han Muye's arms, turned around and ran away.
"I'll go collect some more treasures."
In the five storage bags, various fairy treasures and spiritual treasures are piled up.
The most numerous of them are large arrays.
When combined, they can block Jin Xian and Da Luo, and even the formation plate in front of Xian Jun can block a blow.
There are also a variety of extremely lethal bows and crossbows.
"The Sky-Breaking Crossbow, this is a powerful weapon for defending the city." Looking at the hundred-foot-long crossbow shining with fairy light, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.
There are three thousand such large crossbows and at least one hundred thousand crossbow arrows.
The shapes are different and the markings are different. They are obviously collected from various families.
This sky-breaking crossbow alone is worth more than 100 billion fairy spirit stones.
How many times did Zhao Chen sell himself out during this trip?
Three days later, the continuous fairy light turned into a pillar of light.
The strong men of the Sword Sect looked solemn and stood quietly in the void.
"I respectfully send the disciples of the Sword Sect to the Immortal Burial City to garrison."
"I hope you will make great contributions to my sword sect and be invincible——"
With a loud shout, the fairy light in the void connected into a line.
One after another sword light stepped into the teleportation array, and the figures dispersed.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, I hope you won't let us down."
In the void, there were faint whispers.
Two thousand four hundred and fifty-six disciples of the Sword Sect, plus three hundred accompanying people, entered the Immortal Burial City.
"boom--"
Stepping out of the teleportation array, golden light and blood exploded in front of Han Muye.
Endless divinity penetrates directly into the body.
Immortal Burial City is stuck at the intersection of the God Realm and the Immortal Realm, with half of it falling into the God Realm.
So, here, there is a divine drop.
"Xuanling Sword Sect Han Muye led 2,456 Sword Sect disciples to reinforce Burial Immortal City."
Han Muye held the order in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Canglang——"
There was a sword chant, and a sword light fell from the sky.
Han Muye was familiar with this sword light.
Back then, outside Yunlan City, there was such a sword, thousands of miles away, that struck the head.
Spirit Sword Golden Immortal!
Seeing this direct strike, Han Muye smiled on his face, and streamers flew behind his back, reaching into the sky.
"Senior Spirit Sword, let's see how my sword looks like?"
