Drag the sword and walk.
The sharp energy in Han Muye quickly gathered as he moved forward.
Ten steps later, the power in his body had turned into a sword of ten thousand miles.
The long sword flew across the sky, facing the sky.
Below, one by one the practitioners turned their heads.
They could see Han Muye's figure, one person and one sword.
The light of that thousand-mile sword split the entire sky into two.
The sword light condenses, and the sharp light shines through, making people feel at ease.
"That's Master Han." A young man driving a war puppet looked at the figure blocking the sky and whispered.
He knew that he did not have the ability or the courage to block the sky and face the endless demon beasts like Master Han.
He could only bow his head.
"Then, is that the Sword Immortal?" Someone looked up and looked at the sword light that spanned the sky and the earth, with a trace of confusion on his face.
At this moment, this sword shines for billions of miles.
Huang Zhihu and others, who were fighting far away in the chaotic area, also felt the reaction at this time.
They all raised their heads and looked into the distance, as if their eyes could see through the void.
Over there, they could feel the surge of sword power.
That is the true power of swordsmanship, a power that reveals endless edge.
"It must be the foster father..." Huang Zhihu clenched the sword in his hand and turned to look at the second-grade heavenly monster in front of him who was surrounded by a sword formation.
"Kill." There was overwhelming fighting intent in her voice.
The battlefield where their adoptive father could inspire such fighting spirit was not something they could step into.
Then, they should do their own thing and defend their battlefield.
On top of each sword formation, the stream of light shone, gathering into a ten-thousand-foot war sword, and then slashed towards the celestial monster in front.
"The way of the sword is not alone." Qin Suyang held the sword in his hand, stood in the void, and whispered in the air.
He was separated from Han Muye after his battle with Nielong. At this time, on the edge of the Chaos Realm, he was facing a second-grade celestial monster with a long sword in his hand.
Feeling Han Muye's sword light, the sword intent from the sword in his hand directly tore apart the entire void.
In him, the power of alchemy, Confucianism, and swordsmanship are merging.
At this moment, he had a clear understanding of his own spiritual path.
In the Lingxiao Domain, heaven and earth are merging.
This time, because the original power is mainly gathered in the Upper Third-Rank Continent, the Lingxiao Region does not need to bear too much, but there is no turmoil.
The tens of thousands of sword cultivators stationed in the Lingxiao Domain all looked up at the Upper Third-Rank Continent.
Outside the continent, a sword light crossed the sky.
"It's Yunlan Sword Immortal." A disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect clenched his sword.
It turns out that the sword light is so bright that it can reach that level.
"It's Prime Minister Han." Xu Wei stood there and whispered.
He knew that every time there was a critical moment of great change in the world, a sword would appear.
That is Han Muye.
That is Han Muye's sword.
This is a world-destroying sword.
This is a sword of salvation.
"boom--"
Above the sky, the crack was finally opened.
A Zuntian monster rushed out from the crack.
But before these demonic beasts could step out of the cracks, a sword light greeted them.
Cold front.
Brilliant.
It is better to say that it is a sword light than a thunder between heaven and earth.
shine.
Masculine.
"Zheng——"
The sword vibrated.
The blade of the sword passed by, and the bodies of all the heavenly demon beasts were chopped into pieces, and then turned into individual dzi beads.
At this moment, from the sky, beads of heaven fell like rain.
Han Muye didn't care about the dzi beads.
The sword in his hand was slashed out again.
This sword, with all the power he had gathered just now, triggered the wind. When the sword was released, the void was turbulent.
The cracks in the void were squeezed by this force and seemed to be closing.
"Roar--"
There was a roar from behind the crack.
A first-grade celestial monster stuck its head out and squeezed out of the crack with difficulty.
It was only when a crack appeared that he faced the sword on his head.
The sword light struck on the head of the heavenly demon beast, cutting its body into pieces, and then turned it into a dzi bead.
A first-grade Dzi bead.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and took the dzi bead into his palm.
For him now, only this grade of Dzi Beads might be of some use.
In the crack in front, because of this sword, the demon beasts seemed to be frightened and did not dare to attack for a while.
Han Muye's face was indifferent, holding a long sword in his hand and standing in front of the crack.
One person and one sword can block the endless demonic beast from going any further.
The world below is still merging.
More and more original power is escaping.
If there is no powerful Celestial Monster to snatch it away, the origin will be condensed into Dzi Beads.
Third grade.
Fourth grade.
Even second grade.
These Dzi beads are extremely precious to practitioners.
Countless practitioners began to pick Dzi beads. Many people raised their heads and looked at the figure blocking the crack in the sky.
Without this figure, no one can safely collect the Dzi Beads.
"Master Han should have a share of these Dzi beads." Someone whispered.
"If I collect another second-grade Dzi bead and refine it, I can stabilize my cultivation in the Immortal Realm. At that time, I will plug the cracks." A middle-aged man in black robe gritted his teeth and held his hands tightly. Dzi beads.
For countless proud geniuses, this situation of being protected by others is really a torture.
A strong person should face all challenges head on.
On the Lingxiao Domain, a square sword formation has stepped towards the sky.
All the sword cultivators came to support Han Muye according to Xu Wei's order.
"boom--"
The cracks in the sky trembled again, and the second ten thousand-foot crack appeared not far in front of Han Muye.
At the same time, first-grade and super-first-grade celestial monsters rushed out of the two cracks.
The surging and magnificent power has already caused the power of heaven and earth to surge even before it rushes out.
If these heavenly monsters rush into the battleground of Ten Thousand Realms, they can directly seize the source and then kill those Ten Thousand Realms elites.
This is the final destination of Ten Thousand Domains Confrontation.
But this time Han Muye decided to change this situation on his own.
His great sword was raised.
The heaviest sword in the world blocks the void.
At this moment, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
In front of him, a mountain seemed to appear, with pavilions all over it.
"Give me a chance, I'm very perceptive."
Standing in front of the mountain gate of Jiuxuan Sword Gate, he begged in a low voice.
The scene in front of him changed rapidly, turning into streaks of sword light.
"Welcome the elder to return to Jiuxuan."
Countless disciples shouted, and the bells on Jiuxuan Mountain rang six times.
…
Holding the long sword, Han Muye's fighting spirit aroused.
At this moment, he felt like he was holding a sword for the first time, with the same passion from back then surging in his body.
Now that you have grasped the sword, just move forward.
Taking a step forward, a short sword appeared in his left hand.
The dagger was just an illusory sword light.
The big sword in the right hand and the short sword in the left hand, slashing with one step, just like before.
In the void, sword lights criss-crossed like a weave, and countless dzi beads scattered.
The super first-grade celestial monster retreated in panic and fled behind the crack.
The first-grade celestial monster that had no time to escape was chopped into two pieces by the sword light.
Get a first-grade Dzi bead.
Get the Dzi Bead and smash it directly.
The mighty original power pours into the body.
War feeds war.
Below, sword arrays were already attacking.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
"I pay my respects to the Sword Immortal and grant Xu Wei the name of Mr. Jiu Xuan's disciples to help in the battle."
All the disciples saluted with swords and shouted loudly.
Han Muye nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
There is an origin surge in him.
He wanted to take this moment to refine his original power.
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Pantheon, trading hall.
To be precise, it is the auction space.
At this time, the 100,000 seats were already full.
This is the 300th time that the Pantheon auction space has been opened.
Once a year, it has been three hundred years since the last auction space was opened.
In the past three hundred years, the auction space has only sold one thing.
Dzi beads.
A set of thousands of fourth-grade Dzi beads.
A group of one hundred third-grade Dzi beads.
At least ten second-grade Dzi beads for each game.
I don’t know which game will produce a first-grade Dzi Bead.
Also, what is currently being competed for on the field is the first-grade Dzi Bead.
In order to compete for this super first-grade Dzi Bead, hundreds of forces have raised the price to twenty cosmic-level treasures, plus various prehistoric-level war puppets and armors, or immortal treasures and spiritual materials.
Prices have reached a stalemate.
So many treasures are a huge price for any party.
But no one is willing to relent.
This super first-grade Dzi bead means that it can create a powerful overlord.
For such top experts, all resources are external, and only their own strength and cultivation are real.
"Lord Tianji City, there is no point in raising the price like this."
An old man in black robe stood up and looked at Qu Zhengjia who was standing on the stage.
"We know that you are delivering resources to the Land of Ten Thousand Domains to help them hold it and obtain more opportunities and Dzi Beads."
"But now you can see that we can no longer pay higher level treasures for the Dzi Beads."
His words made hundreds of thousands of powerful men nod.
In the past three hundred years, too many resources have been sent to the place where thousands of domains compete.
Although enough Dzi Beads are exchanged and more and more powerful people are created, all parties will feel that resources are scarce.
More new powerful people do not have enough resources or treasures.
Everyone looked towards the high platform.
The Ten Thousand Domains Contest has been going on for more than three hundred years, and the treasures obtained have exceeded those ever before.
But what is different from the past is that this time, all the treasures are not brought back by the elites of their respective forces, but are exchanged for them through auctions.
After three hundred auctions, many forces no longer have enough wealth to bear it.
But if you don't hold such a treasure in your hands, how can you be willing to do so?
"I know."
On the high platform, Qu Zhengjia's voice sounded.
He raised his hand and waved, and an illusory star map appeared in front of him.
"Wuling Tianyu, the land of nine rings of stars, there is a cloud jade gold marrow mine."
There was endless temptation in Qu Zhengjia's voice.
His eyes glanced around.
By this time everyone had stood up.
Yun Jade Golden Marrow, this name is familiar to everyone present.
"I will give you the specific location as a gift."
"Yun Jade Golden Marrow, the best substitute for refining cosmic level and prehistoric level treasures."
"Think about it, the golden marrow of a star field is enough, right?"
A golden marrow mine in a star field.
That is a treasure that makes all parties in the world go crazy.
"Lord Tianji City, since there are such treasures, why don't you mine them yourself?"
A tall old man with double horns on his head stood up and looked at Qu Zhengjia.
Treasures touch people's hearts.
But there must be a life to get the treasure.
Tianji City does not mine such treasures, but gives the opportunity to others. Is there any hidden secret in it?
The old man's words made everyone look up and their eyes fell on Qu Zhengjia.
"That is a treasure sealed by the Lord of Jiuxuan Peak. Our Tianji City lineage is not allowed to use it." Qu Zhengjia's voice sounded.
"Moreover, you need to find the means yourself."
Qu Zhengjia raised his hand and sent the first-grade Dzi Bead in front of him to the practitioner with the highest bid.
Then, the entire auction space began to become illusory, vibrating, and eventually turned into nothingness.
When everyone left, there was a hint of astonishment on their faces.
They all got the information about the golden marrow vein.
"Looks like I have to go to the Land of Nine Rings of Stars."
"Haha, how could you not go with such an opportunity?"
Countless strong men quietly left and went into the void.
At this time, Qu Zhengjia had already sent all the proceeds from the auction to Han Muye.
It was delivered through the trading hall.
In the trading hall of Jiuxuan City, Han Muye collected all the spiritual materials and war puppet armor.
"Master Han, why do you want to share the golden marrow mine?"
Looking at Han Muye, Qu Zhengjia spoke in a low voice.
How many mineral deposits are there in a star field?
How much gold marrow can be mined from so many mineral deposits?
"Golden marrow is nothing. What I want is for them to work together." Han Muye put away all the treasures with a calm expression.
"When they can join hands to fight against the enemy, then it will be time for them to fight against the Sky Monster together."
As Han Muye's voice disappeared, his figure also disappeared.
Qu Zhengjia, who was standing there, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened.
"Fight against the Sky Monster..."
…
A place where all realms compete.
Above the sky, there are dense cracks intertwined.
Outside these cracks are all celestial monsters.
In front of the crack, groups of battle puppet armors, as well as sword cultivators and practitioners from all walks of life, all cooperated in an orderly manner and tried their best to kill the incoming sky monsters.
No celestial monster can enter the place where all realms compete.
Everyone who comes in is Dzi Beads.
Nowadays, in the place where the Ten Thousand Realms compete, basically no one cares about the Dzi Beads below the fourth grade, and they are allowed to fall to the ground, turning into their original essence and dissipating.
Only Dzi beads of fourth grade and above will be collected.
Too many heavenly monsters were killed, and the infusion of original power caused by them made the place where the ten thousand realms compete become more and more stable.
This is a good thing.
It's also a bad thing.
The good thing is that the heaven and earth are stable and suppress the power. When the heavenly monster enters this place, its destructive power will be reduced many times.
In this way, the world will not collapse.
The disadvantage is that the heaven and earth will not collapse and turn into ten thousand realms again, and all the creatures on them will be slaughtered.
No one can run away.
This is why all practitioners are now trying their best to resist the demonic beasts.
It's not that they want to, it's that they have to resist.
"boom--"
A first-grade celestial monster rushed out of a crack, knocking away those cultivators who were resisting.
In the next moment, a long sword slashed down, directly cutting the first-grade celestial monster into pieces.
Huang Zhihu raised his hand to put away the first-grade Dzi beads, turned around and left.
In the distance, a young man controlling a war puppet grinned: "It is said that the Grand Palace Master Gongsun Ming of Wanling Palace was still determined to form a Taoist couple with Miss Huang Zhihu, but as a result, he was scared out of his wits by a sword."
"Everywhere you meet, take a detour."
Everyone turned around and saw several war puppets driving away in golden light.
"boom--"
The golden light shone in the sky in the distance, and a sword light illuminated the sky and the earth.
"It's Master Han, he took action."
"It seems like it's another first-class heavenly demon beast."
(End of chapter)
