Blue and white robes, white face and slight beard, and a mysterious aura on his body.
If this is not the master of Wanhua City, Chen Yuanxianzun, who is he?
The master of Wanhua City, the master of Zhu Huan and the others.
"Zhu Huan, what about the origin that Han Muye handed over?" Immortal Master Chen Yuan's eyes fell on Zhu Huan and he spoke coldly.
Zhu Huan trembled, not daring to neglect, and quickly raised his hand to take out the cyan source.
Immortal Master Chen Yuan stretched out his hand and took the source into his palm.
"I am in seclusion, but there is such a chaos in this city." Withdrawing his source, Immortal Chen Yuan became stern, "Zhu Huan, you have disappointed me so much."
As the words fell, everyone standing in front of Immortal Master Chen Yuan felt as if there was a killing force descending from heaven to earth, making them tremble.
The majesty accumulated by the Immortal Lord over countless thousands of years made them dare not raise their heads.
Zhu Huan's face turned pale and he knelt down on one knee.
"Disciple is incompetent, please master, please punish me."
"Master, the third senior brother is also here to protect the dignity of Wanhua City." Behind Zhu Huan, the old man in black robe hurriedly spoke.
"Yes, Master, you cannot come out of seclusion. Various parties in Wanhua City are constantly testing you, and many people have different intentions -" Another Immortal Lord was interrupted by a cold snort from Immortal Lord Chen Yuan.
"Hmph, I accept you as my disciples. You can't even suppress Wanhua City, so what use do you have?" Immortal Chen Yuan said one word, and everyone bowed their heads.
"After Zhu Huan returns to the city, he will retreat to reflect on his past."
"If it hadn't been for the twelve summonses, I wouldn't have known that such a big thing had happened in the city."
"That traitor Gao Duanyue dared to collude with Zhenyang Tower. It would be a shame to die."
Immortal Master Chen Yuan hated the fact that iron cannot become steel and shouted.
His words made everyone a little confused.
Gao Duanyue is a traitor?
Was it Wu Twelve who said that?
Is it Wu Twelve reporting to Master?
As if he didn't want to give everyone a chance to think, Immortal Master Chen Yuan had a mysterious look in his eyes and said calmly: "I still have one step left in my cultivation. I will be able to leave seclusion within a hundred or ten years."
"In the past ten years, everything in the city will be in charge of Twelve."
After saying that, his body turned into a golden rune again, activating the power of heaven and earth and dissipating in its original place.
"By the way, Han Muye has done a great job in turning over the origin, and the foundation of Zhenyang Tower will be given to him."
There was only a faint sound left in the void.
It wasn't until all the sounds died down that Immortal Lord Zhu Huan raised his head with a gloomy expression.
Behind him, the white-haired and golden-crowned Immortal Lord of Baekje frowned and said, "Why did Master leave everything in the city to Wu Zhen?"
"It must be Wu Twelve who is stirring up trouble in front of Master." Immortal Lord Zhiyang beside him whispered with a cold face.
Several other people shook their heads, and then looked at Immortal Lord Zhu Huan, helplessness flashed across their faces.
The master is a powerful immortal, and he alone decides everything in Wanhua City.
He said that it was the rule to let Wu Twelve take charge of the affairs in the city.
They people don't dare to violate it.
As for Immortal Lord Zhu Huan, it is already a sign of mercy from Master that he can be kept in seclusion instead of directly taking back the God-killing Demon-Conquering Blade that controls the Wanhua City Formation.
"Third Senior Brother, Master's orders must not be violated..." Immortal Lord Shengyao, who was carrying a long sword, sighed.
He is the fifth disciple of Immortal Lord. Even if Zhu Huan is confined to seclusion, he should be in charge of Wanhua City.
But who told Wu Twelve to report to Master this time what happened in the city?
"I'm going to go into seclusion. You can look for Wu Twelve for the rest." Immortal Lord Zhu Huan waved his hand, without looking back, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Everyone in the void looked at each other, shaking their heads with complicated expressions on their faces.
This time, these Immortal Lord disciples suffered a huge loss of face.
"Fortunately, Master is back. As long as Master appears in Wanhua City ten years later, he will be able to suppress everything." Immortal Lord Wu Sheng said softly.
"Master is back. This is probably the reason why the third senior brother is depressed." The Immortal Lord of Baekje beside him shook his head and flew away.
"The origin of Gao Duanyue's mass is actually in the hands of the third senior brother, haha..." Immortal Lord Sheng Yao laughed, and his body turned into nothingness.
There are some things that you just need to know when you see them.
The third senior brother is not loyal either.
The others looked at each other and dispersed.
At this time, Immortal Lord Zhu Huan, who had already fallen outside Wanhua City, raised his head and looked at the fifth floor of Wanhua City where the thick fog was tightly locked, making it impossible to see the scene inside.
There was a cold flash in his eyes, and all the respect he had before in front of Immortal Chen Yuan was gone.
"Why do you want to come back, why do you want to come back..."
Gritting his teeth, an irrepressible lifeless power flashed through him.
…
In the void, a blue-white fairy light exploded, and then the figure of Wu Zhen wearing a green robe was revealed.
Wu Zhen stood there, turned around and looked towards the dead abyss ahead.
In the abyss of the sky, the power of death surged, and then a black figure stepped out.
In the hands of the black figure, there is a ball of cyan mysterious light.
If Zhu Huan and the others were here, they would be extremely surprised.
This light group representing the original power has clearly been handed over to Immortal Chen Yuan. Why is it in the hands of this black shadow now?
"Buzz——"
The black shadow raised his hand and a ball of light flew out.
Flying out together with the light group was a cyan token.
"I'll return this token to you. This mass of origin was given to you by Sword Immortal Yunlan."
The black shadow's voice sounded like gold and iron intertwined, harsh and vibrating.
War puppet.
Kill the gods and fight the puppets.
This black shadow was clearly the God-Slaying War Puppet protecting Han Muye.
Wu Zhen took the ball of origin, put away the token that represented the authority of Wanhua City, looked at the God-Slaughter War Puppet, and said with emotion: "Fellow Taoist's methods are really amazing. If I hadn't witnessed your transformation with my own eyes, I would probably I must also believe that you are my master."
The Immortal Lord Chen Yuan who appeared in front of Zhu Huan and the others before was basically the transformation of the God-Slaughter War Puppet.
There are ever-changing ways to fight puppets.
By using the power of Wu Zhen's token to cover up, he was able to deceive even Immortal Zhu Huan and others who were extremely familiar with Immortal Chen Yuan.
The God-Slaying War Puppet stood where he was and did not answer.
Wu Zhen laughed, nodded and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, if the measuring ruler is on the fifth floor, as long as it is found, it will definitely be given to fellow Taoist Yunlan Sword Immortal."
"As for the relatives, friends and disciples of fellow Taoist Yunlan Sword Immortal who remain in the city, I will do my best to take good care of them and never harm them in the slightest."
He turned his gaze in the direction of Wanhua City, narrowed his eyes, and whispered, "Zhu Huan can't sit still."
"If I ask you to return in ten years, he will definitely open the passage to the fifth floor and sneak in within ten years."
"We just have to wait for this opportunity."
Having said this, he lowered his head and lowered his voice, as if only he could hear it.
"I also want to know, Master, whether he can come back."
The God-Slaying War Puppet did not stay at Wu Zhen's side for long. He punched through the void and stepped into it before disappearing.
He is a war puppet and is not interested in these calculations.
He just needs to complete what Han Muye arranged.
Seeing the God-Slaying War Puppet disappear, the expression on Wu Zhen's face slowly turned solemn.
"Zhan Puppet, are you really coming from the God Realm?"
…
In the Wanhua Tianyuan, the power of death is intertwined and permeated.
Yang Dingtian, holding a long sword, flashed and moved forward quickly.
He had suffered a lot of damage from the previous blow with Zhu Huan's magic pestle.
More importantly, the Tianyang Sword in his hand could not withstand the power of the demon-subduing pestle and was also damaged.
This is what really makes him feel distressed.
He flew away, the expression on his face changing.
"who?"
Just when he landed on a suspended boulder of thousands of feet, he suddenly raised his brows and shouted in a low voice.
The sword in his hand points forward.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan wants to see you."
The harsh sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other sounded.
The God-Slaying War Puppet in black armor walked out from behind the boulder.
Seeing the Slaughter God War Puppet, Yang Dingtian's expression changed.
"Is Yunlan Sword Immortal from the Xuanjia Sect?"
The Tianhuang war puppet controlled by Xiang Lingshuang was obviously at the Tianhuang level at this time.
In the Zhou Tian Divine Realm, only the Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect has so many Tianhuang War Puppets, right?
The God-Slaying War Puppet didn't seem to want to say anything, he just raised his palm and punched out.
"boom--"
A dark crack appeared.
This blow caused Yang Dingtian's pupils to shrink slightly.
What a powerful force!
This is the use of pure power, an extremely powerful method that even the power of death here cannot suppress.
The God-Slaying War Puppet stepped into the crack.
Yang Dingtian hesitated slightly before stepping in.
A place of nothingness.
Breaking the dead silence is nothingness.
With the help of the folding of the void, you can travel across thousands of miles of heaven and earth.
The God-Slaughter War Puppet punched and shattered the world in front of him.
Every time he appears, he is a hundred thousand miles away.
In just an hour, Yang Dingtian had followed him to the bottom of the abyss.
In front of a black mountain, the figure of the God-Slaughter War Puppet stood still, then paused slightly and disappeared.
Yang Dingtian looked up and saw Han Muye standing there wearing a light gray robe.
"Sect Master Yang acted righteously, and Han thanked him."
Han Muye chuckled and handed over his hands.
Yang Dingtian's eyes fell on Han Muye, and his expression turned into surprise.
"you--"
He clearly couldn't see through Han Muye's cultivation at this time, nor could he see through his aura!
How can this be!
Even if he is at the peak of the Immortal Lord, Yang Dingtian can see through it.
Unless it's an immortal.
But Han Muye couldn't be an immortal.
If Han Muye were an immortal, there would be no need for such trouble and he could just take action.
Besides Immortal Lord Chen Yuan in Wanhua City, who else can stop another Immortal Lord?
"Sect Leader Yang has seen it." Han Muye shook his head and said softly: "My current situation is a bit special, and my true body cannot be revealed for the time being."
"It will take about three to five years."
The real body is not in front of me, and it will take another three to five years for the real body to appear.
Yang Dingtian suppressed the surprise in his heart.
To be able to make the Yunlan Sword Immortal in front of me spend three to five years of effort is either to refine a treasure or to have a great opportunity.
No matter which one, as long as this true form appears, it will probably be a great improvement in combat power.
In the past, his soul could fight with him, but when his true form comes out in three to five years, he might really be able to crush him.
"Master Yang, is it the Haotian Golden Crow you seek?" Han Muye's words made Yang Dingtian tremble slightly.
He nodded and said: "Not bad."
To fully refine his Tianyang Sword, it requires the blessing of extremely strong Yang attributes.
After searching all over the world, he got the news about the Haotian Golden Crow.
This Haotian Golden Crow is the ultimate in time-yang power.
Looking at Han Muye, Yang Dingtian looked calm: "I also had the idea of asking Yunlan Sword Immortal to help me find the Golden Crow."
He took action to help Huang Zhihu and the others, not just because he was interested in Huang Zhihu's talents.
Once you reach the realm of Immortal Lord, all your talents are already useless.
Only real treasures, treasures that can give them the opportunity to enter the realm of immortals, are what they want.
The Tianyang Sword is related to Yang Dingtian's training opportunities, and he cannot give up.
"The true form of the Haotian Golden Crow should be on the fifth floor of Wanhua City." Han Muye said.
"Within ten years, there will definitely be a chance to reopen the fifth floor of Wanhua City."
Han Muye said firmly.
Although Yang Dingtian didn't know why Han Muye was so sure, he didn't ask.
Han Muye would not lie to him about such matters.
"Ten years, Yangmou can afford to wait." Yang Dingtian said in a deep voice.
Han Muye nodded, looked at Yang Dingtian and said, "But as far as I know, the Haotian Golden Crow Soul is not on the fifth floor of Wanhua City."
Golden Crow Soul!
Yang Dingtian's body surged with uncontrollable energy and energy, and he stared at Han Muye: "Where is the Golden Crow Soul?"
He has never thought about the Golden Crow Divine Soul!
Although the Golden Crow has a good body, it is just a dead thing.
The Golden Crow Soul is the true ancient powerful soul that can control the Yang attribute of time.
The power of such a powerful soul can even suppress the Immortal Lord.
Yang Dingtian never thought about getting the Golden Crow Soul.
But Han Muye's words made his heart surge.
If he can really get the Golden Crow Soul, then his Tianyang Sword will probably be feared even by the Immortal Lord!
"The Ruins Realm," Han Muye said softly with a calm expression, "Maybe you have heard of that Ruins Realm."
"The Great Desolate Ruins Realm."
Yang Dingtian was stunned for a moment.
He had heard of it.
Legend has it that in the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Flowers Heavenly Abyss, there is a ruin world that has been passed down from unknown ages.
Among them, the oldest one is said to have experienced dozens of calamities.
These ruin realms are filled with corruption, and there are forces of calamity that are difficult to resist.
Even the Immortal Lord dare not say that he can survive in these ruins.
The Great Wasteland Ruins Realm is a desperate place.
"How do you know that the Golden Crow Soul is in the Great Wasteland?"
Yang Dingtian asked in a low voice.
"Because Immortal Master Chen Yuan entered the Great Wilderness Realm and did not return for 300,000 years."
Han Muye looked into the dark depths of the abyss in the distance and said softly.
And such secrets!
Yang Dingtian stared at Han Muye closely.
At this moment, he was not sure whether what Han Muye said was true or false.
The Immortal Master is secretive, how can outsiders know?
"Well, I also want to go to the Great Desolate Ruins Realm." Han Muye laughed and looked at Yang Dingtian.
"How about we meet outside the Dahuang Ruins in three months?"
"If you find the Golden Crow Soul, give it to Sect Master Yang."
Three months later, he entered the Great Wilderness Ruins.
The divine light in Yang Dingtian's eyes changed, and after a moment he nodded and said: "Okay."
——————
Watching Yang Dingtian fly away, Han Muye's gray robe slowly turned into a broken black armor.
The God-Slaying War Puppet also appeared beside him.
"Are you really going to the Great Wasteland?"
The God-Slaughter War Puppet looked at Han Muye, and his voice had a harsh sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other.
"The Great Wilderness is an existence second only to the prehistoric era."
"It is said that it was a place that survived many calamities and remained intact."
Second only to the prehistoric era.
It has endured countless calamities without breaking into pieces.
It's a pity that everything is in the past.
In the wilderness, there is still only one ruin realm left.
"To repair the Great Desolate Armor, we need to find the Xuantian Divine Iron."
"Perhaps, only places like the Great Wilderness Realm can have divine objects like the Xuantian Divine Iron that have been passed down from the prehistoric era."
Han Muye stretched out his hand to press the black armor on his body and spoke in a low voice.
To repair this armor and restore its true power, you need to find the Xuantian Divine Iron.
He must go to the Great Wasteland.
"Xuantian Divine Iron." The God-Slaughter War Puppet nodded, and there seemed to be a hint of emotion in his voice: "The biggest difference between the Tianhuang War Puppet and the Great Desolate War Puppet is that the Great Desolate War Puppet is made of Xuantian Divine Iron."
Han Muye nodded.
He did not dare to promise that he could find the Xuantian Divine Iron in the Great Wasteland, nor did he dare to say that he would help the God-Slaying War Puppet improve.
This is not what he can do now.
He told Yang Dingtian that it would take three to five years for his true form to be able to move, which was not true.
He is really here now.
It's just that because this set of prehistoric armor has not been completely refined and the power within it cannot be fully controlled, it makes people feel illusory, as if it is not the real body.
For Han Muye, it would take another three to five years to completely refine this armor.
But he wasn't ready to just refine it.
The ancient battle armor is a powerful treasure that can be used to compete in calamities.
The armor he is refining now no longer has that kind of power.
Even one ten thousandth of the strength is gone.
In order to reproduce the power of this armor, it needs to be repaired with Xuantian Divine Iron.
These are what he saw from the memory of this armor.
Wherever there is Xuantian Divine Iron, he can see it from the memory of the armor.
He will definitely go to the Great Wasteland.
But before going to the Great Wilderness Realm, he had to go back to Wanhua City.
The next time I go to Wanhua City, I'm afraid it will be a big battle.
It was also when they left Tianyuan.
It didn't matter to him. For Mu Wan and the others, it was time to look for opportunities in the Ruins Realm.
The battle armor on his body turned into a gray robe, and the God-Slaying War Puppet turned into black scales and attached itself behind him, and then Han Muye moved and disappeared.
By the time he returned to Wanhua City, the general situation in Wanhua City had been decided.
A chaotic battle that spread from the second, third, and fourth floors of Wanhua City took shape.
It is rumored that Immortal Master Chen Yuan came forward and ordered his disciple Immortal Lord Zhu Huan to stay in seclusion.
The authority in Wanhua City was handed over to the twelve disciples, Immortal Lord Wu Zhen.
Immortal Lord Wu Zhen designated Zhenyang Tower as the rebel of Wanhua City, but the owner of Yunlongxuan was the one who handed over the origin of the Xu Realm.
All Zhenyang Building properties are handed over to the owner of Yunlongxuan.
As for Huang Zhihu and the others, they are not guilty at all.
Yang Dingtian and his subordinate Chiyan Sword Sect disobeyed the rules set by the Immortal Lord and punished them with 10,000 Tianyuan Pearls.
Yang Dingtian is not allowed to enter Wanhua City again.
Ten thousand Heavenly Abyss Pearls is a large amount for many powerful people.
But for the Crimson Flame Sword Sect, which has the powerful Immortal Lord, it only takes three days.
When Han Muye came back, there was no one who came with him in Yunlong Xuan.
"Fellow Daoist Han, no, Yunlan Sword Immortal." Seeing Han Muye, Hu Yunlong's face showed emotion.
He never expected that his investment would cause a stir in the city.
The person in front of me is probably as good as heaven in terms of his own cultivation, combat ability and background.
Han Muye only stopped at Yunlongxuan for a while, promising that Hu Yunlong and the others could go to the fourth floor to look for him if something happened in the future, so he went straight to the fourth floor.
The original Zhenyang Tower has been renamed Jiange.
When Han Muye arrived, he saw Huang Zhihu wearing battle armor and leading a group of sword cultivators to practice battle formations.
"Father!" Jin Huo shouted excitedly.
This call made Huang Zhihu tremble, turn around and run away.
Han Muye raised his hand a little, and Huang Zhihu's entire figure was frozen in place.
She turned around with difficulty, a dumbfounded expression on her face.
"Father, I, I just came to have fun..."
He quietly came to Tianyuan and trained an army of sword cultivators. Each of these things violated his adoptive father's orders.
With the severity of his adoptive father, he would either be grounded or punished.
"You're doing pretty well." Han Muye reached out and patted Huang Zhihu's shoulder and spoke softly.
After saying that, he raised his hand and took out a golden jade box, suspended it in front of Huang Zhihu, and then walked towards the sword pavilion.
"not bad?"
Huang Zhihu was a little stunned.
Is this recognition of yourself?
In my impression, my adoptive father really never praised me so much.
Her eyes turned red and she almost shed tears.
"Sister, hurry up and see what the adoptive father has rewarded." Jin Huo came over and looked at the golden box with a smile on his face.
Upon hearing his words, Huang Zhihu immediately put away his tears and reached out to grab the jade box in front of him.
Gently opening it, Jin Huo leaned over and whispered: "My foster father is indeed very wealthy."
There are at least 30,000 gold beads in the jade box.
Tianyuan Pearl.
"I just like this simple gift from my adoptive father." Huang Zhihu put away the jade box, turned around with a smile and walked away with satisfaction.
"Um, eldest sister, can you share a few pills with me?" Jin Huo chased after him, "I recently fell in love with a good alchemy cauldron -"
"What elixir do you want? Do you know how to make elixirs?"
…
Han Muye walked to the sword pavilion, and Lin Shen and the others were already standing at the door.
"Senior Brother Han, you are back." Lu Gao said in a low voice with excitement on his face.
Lin Shen, Lu Gao, Liu Hong, Gao Changgong, Zeng Daniu...
This time, they all took action in Wanhua City.
Without Han Muye, they survived this crisis alone.
Han Muye chuckled and patted Zeng Daniu's shoulder, his eyes falling on Xiang Lingshuang who looked equally excited.
This kid is growing the fastest right now.
Refining the Tianhuang War Puppet gave him the strength to fight the Immortal Lord alone.
Walking up to the third floor of the sword pavilion, Han Muye's face was filled with the fragrance of medicine.
When they saw Mu Wan and Yun Jin again, Mu Wan's face looked calm, and Yun Jin's eyes were slightly red.
"Senior brother, did this trip go smoothly?" Mu Wan said in a low voice.
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
"Senior brother, we have refined a lot of elixirs these days, and -"
Before Mu Wan finished speaking, Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden curtain enveloped the entire three floors. Mu Wan and Yun Jin's bodies were covered by the golden light curtain, and they suddenly lost control and fell onto Han Muye.
"Whatever pill, let's talk about other things first." Han Muye stretched out his hand.
…
The master of the sword pavilion has returned, and many forces on the fourth floor of Wanhua City are speculating whether he will lead the sword pavilion to continue to expand.
There are many rumors that the master of the sword pavilion has a superb swordsmanship.
Fortunately, Han Muye did not take any action after returning to Jiange. Instead, he stayed in seclusion. Even several forces with good relations with Jiange came to visit him.
He did not retreat, but stayed on the third floor of the sword pavilion. He collected the various swords sent by Zhao Chen and others and carefully observed the memories in them.
To go to the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, he needs to know more about the things in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm.
"Senior Brother Han, this sword was obtained from a mysterious sword cultivator. According to him, this sword came from the Great Wilderness Era." Bai Suzhen handed a long sword to Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye asked Bai Suzhen, who was in charge of the Jiuxuan Sword Pavilion transaction, to issue a mission to find swords from the Wilderness Era. At this time, there was finally news.
Taking over the long sword that cost 30,000 divine crystals to exchange for, Han Muye's eyes fell on it.
The rust is stained and the divine light disappears.
Will there be any memory left in such a sword?
When Bai Suzhen left, he took a deep breath, the sword flashed in his palm, and gently held the hilt of the sword.
"boom--"
A picture as bright as a galaxy burst into his mind.
For a moment, Han Muye trembled all over, his face turned red, and then turned pale again.
In the memory of the sword, a long sword slashed down on his head!
(End of chapter)
