Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

492 The Grass Whip Reappears (2/2)

The harsh roar caused the two practitioners not far away to tremble, and then their bodies burst.

Zhao Yu and the disciples of the Jiange Pavilion behind him, with solemn expressions, turned the sword light into a curtain of light, covering their bodies.

Above the light curtain, ripples can be seen flashing, and the ripples are caused by skulls that are so thin that they are hard to see with the naked eye.

This is a divine soul attack. If it is not blocked by the mask, these skulls will pass through the body and bite the divine soul directly.

Although the mask blocked the attack of the divine soul, Zhao Yu and the others consumed a lot of money. Looking at the countless worms around them with no end, a flash of despair flashed in their hearts.

In addition, although those practitioners also have means to block the attack of the soul, they are obviously more flustered.

Several people are on the verge of collapse.

"Om-"

Around Mu Wan, a light blue aura rose.

This aura was just a slight whirl, and it devoured all the phantoms that rushed towards her.

As the phantom was swallowed, the light cyan aura became more agile.

Han Muye's eyes lit up.

A surprise flashed across Mu Wan's face: "Senior brother, the grass whip seems to like these spirits very much."

The green light is the grass whip.

Just now, the grass whip conveyed a desire to Mu Wan.

"Perhaps, this is the chance to catch the grass whip." Han Muye said with a smile.

Mu Wan nodded, raised her hand a little, and the pale cyan streamer flew out and turned into an arc of ten meters.

The ten-zhang space suddenly became clear.

The worms roared, all showing fear.

"Ding--"

The aperture continued to expand, and the original light faded into dark green. Outside the aperture, green leaves emerged.

Catch the grass whip.

This green light is the grass whip.

The aperture rapidly expanded from 100 to 100, 1000 zhang.

All the worms shrouded in the aperture struggled and slowly turned into nothingness.

At this moment, it can be seen to the naked eye that the aperture has the power of devouring, absorbing the light gray power one after another.

This power is the soul.

Devouring the soul, the grass whip is rapidly recovering.

At the beginning, when he moved Fengzhen Shengxiantai, the power of the grass whip had been exhausted.

At this time, the power of these souls was just replenished.

When the aperture shrouded the high platform, the high platform vibrated, as if something terrifying had happened.

"boom--"

A jade-white conch appeared, and then the conch turned into a phantom.

But the phantom appeared, and it was shrouded by the aperture.

The jade conch vibrated, spitting out a stream of black streamers.

Hit the aperture, and the aperture vibrates, as if about to burst.

Mu Wan, who urged the grass whip, turned pale.

Han Muye snorted coldly, and in the sword box behind him, thousands of long swords were instantly unsheathed.

"Kuraga-"

The sword light turned into a torrent, smashing all those black streamers.

Not a single streamer could escape, all of them were shattered under one sword.

"Amazing……"

Looking at this sword, Zhao Yu whispered.

Those sword pavilion disciples, as well as other remaining practitioners, all flashed shock on their faces.

These black streamers reveal the power of the soul, and each one has the appearance of a primordial spirit out of the heavenly realm.

Han Muye's sword was able to slash out of the heavenly realm with every single beam of light, and he could even break the power of the soul.

"hiss--"

The jade conch shook, and a violent roar came from it.

A phantom appeared.

This phantom is what the Taoist man in white looked like before.

It's just that the Daoist at this time lacked calmness, lacked the calmness of the kendo overhaul, and instead had a face full of tyranny.

The Taoist held a long sword, and with a movement, he appeared a hundred feet in front of Han Muye.

The long sword carries a streamer, and the sword moves are exactly the same as when they were on the high platform before.

It's just that this sword light now reveals a magnificent sword intent, causing the surrounding halos and souls to intertwine.

Zhao Yu moved and fell in front of the phantom.

The disciples of the Jiange Pavilion followed closely, and the long sword was unsheathed.

"when--"

The long swords clashed, and Zhao Yu flew out.

"Be careful!"

"This swordsmanship—"

Zhao Yucai shouted, those Jiange disciples have been picked up.

The practitioners in the distance all retreated in panic, for fear of being implicated.

Picking up the disciples of the Flying Sword Pavilion, the Taoist in white drew his long sword and approached Han Muye.

"That's it?"

Han Muye shook his head.

"Empty has its shape."

"In the end, it is to devour the soul, but it is impossible to swallow the sentiment seriously."

Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword light flashed in his hand. The sword light was clearly the same as when the Taoist was practicing on the high platform.

This is the swordsmanship of Taoist Yuluo!

This is the legacy that everyone is looking for!

I don't know when, Han Muye has already got this inheritance.

"when--"

The two sword lights collided, the Taoist's sword shattered instantly, and his figure was shaken away, and he retreated to the rear.

Only the Taoist figure stepped back, but there was a smile on his face.

"Oh, good, good."

good?

what's good?

Zhao Yu and the others stared blankly at the Taoist body transformed into nothingness.

Someone turned to look at Han Muye, surprise flashed across his face.

Is this swordsmanship just comprehended?

Is there really someone in the world who can learn swordsmanship by watching it once?

This comprehension is simply too terrifying.

Han Muye looked solemn and bowed towards the place where the Taoist disappeared.

This is the last tribute to an ancient kendo predecessor.

"Om-"

He drew the sword in his hand, and all the sword lights that had surrounded the jade conch suddenly fell and crashed into the jade conch.

The jade snail shook and shattered.

Countless illusory lights and shadows flew around, shrouded in the halo of the grass whip, and then inhaled.

The grass whip grows rapidly and turns into a thousand-zhang wooden branch.

The branches are lush and the green leaves flutter.

The moment the wooden branch appeared, a green streamer appeared in Mu Wan's eyes, and she had the same aura as the wooden branch.

Han Muye looked back, but he didn't sense where the aura came from.

The tree branches of the sky fell to the ground, triggering the shrouded spirit power.

The gray-black worms dissipated, and the phantoms slowly disappeared.

A cultivator in a robe, a mortal in a cloth, and various creatures appeared, bowed to the wooden branch, and then disappeared completely.

These are the souls that were swallowed by the jade snails and controlled and imprisoned.

Although they had already fallen and died long ago, they were controlled and could not escape.

At this point, they are truly relieved.

"Senior brother, can they come back?" Mu Wan looked at these dissipating creatures, and finally knew where the sadness she saw when the scenery dissipated ten thousand years ago came from.

All the passing of life comes with a heart-wrenching loss.

"They will come back again." Han Muye nodded.

The road to detachment of the Endless Heavenly Venerate is the road of their return.

Travel through hell in the endless sea, and they will reappear in the form of another life.

This is the transcendence of the Endless Heavenly Venerate.

Seeing the figure disappearing in front of him, Han Muye had more enlightenment.

No wonder the Endless Heavenly Venerate can escape by virtue of this.

This is a road that travels through time and space, connecting the past and the future.

At this time, Han Muye was a little jealous.

But think about it, this side of the world can only walk on this avenue with the endless heavenly lord sitting on the endless sea.

Moreover, for his own detachment, Endless Heavenly Venerate gave up flying to the Immortal Realm.

"I, I'm still alive..."

"My God, purgatory, that secret place is just purgatory!"

Hundreds of figures appeared, all of them trembling and pale.

Many people have collapsed, standing there muttering to themselves.

It took only a quarter of an hour since these people stepped into the high platform and were sucked into the jade snails.

But there were nearly 1,000 people before, but now there are less than 300 left, and among these 300 people, there are probably less than 100 people who can still be conscious and continue to practice.

A secret treasure hunt was actually damaged to such an extent.

Where is this treasure hunt, it is simply to die.

This secret place is simply a trap.

"boom--"

The branches of Tongtianmu are soaring into the sky, turning into ten thousand zhang, and they are still expanding, and it has the feeling of becoming a big tree in the sky.

The power emanating from it also began to increase rapidly.

At this time, the power on the wooden branch had surpassed when Han Muye obtained it.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Mu Wan, who had a confused look.

There was a mysterious aura condensed on her body.

On Mu Wan's forehead, a pale red flower shadow appeared.

"Junior sister?" Han Muye whispered.

"Ah, Senior Brother," Mu Wan turned her head with a smile, and said softly, "This grass whip has passed on a memory to me, and there are also some methods of cultivation."

No wonder.

It seemed that this was Mu Wan's good fortune.

When Han Muye turned his head again, he didn't notice the reluctance and complexity in Mu Wan's eyes.

"Om-"

The 100,000-meter-long tree branches of Tongtianmu finally stopped growing, and green leaves flew down, wrapping the entire star.

When all the green leaves and wooden branches disappeared, there was a little more life on the star.

"The heart of the stars is still alive, and there is still a chance to be reborn." Han Muye said softly.

Mu Wan nodded, raised her hand, and a two-foot-long wooden branch fell from her palm.

This is the real appearance of the grass whip.

Just a piece of wood.

"Senior brother, do you think these worlds have souls?"

"If so, what were they thinking?"

Mu Wan held the wooden branch and asked softly.

The soul of the world?

Han Muye nodded and said, "The soul of the world should be the way of heaven, right?"

"What Tiandao is thinking, it needs to be cultivated to the same level before it can be understood."

The Dao of Heaven is the Dao of Heaven, but not the soul.

But to say that the world has its own soul, it is also possible.

It's just that the cultivation base hasn't reached that level, so Han Muye isn't sure.

The entire constellation returned to dead silence, with only a trace of restrained vitality slowly brewing.

Han Muye spread out his hand, a small jade snail in his palm.

In a flash of inspiration, several long swords and many spiritual materials emerged.

These are the treasures brought by the practitioners swallowed by the jade snails.

"Brother Zhao, share these things." Han Muye said with a wave of his hand and pushing the long sword and the spiritual material in front of Zhao Yu and the others.

These were originally obtained by him alone, but Han Muye was willing to share it with Zhao Yu and others.

He is not short of treasures, and the harvest from him and Mu Wan is huge.

Zhao Yu and the others looked at each other and raised their hands to collect all the treasures.

Without stopping, everyone flew away directly.

As for the practitioners who originally followed them, most of the casualties were not mentioned, and they did not get a hair.

But those who survived couldn't complain.

He survived because of Han Muye's actions.

Otherwise, their lives will be lost here.

"Who is that? The disciples of the sword pavilion accompany him to protect him. His swordsmanship is superb, and he can't even match the ancient sword cultivator?" A sword cultivator who was lucky enough to survive watched Han Muye and the others leave and spoke in a low voice.

"Jiange is the big sect in the upper heaven, and it has a deep foundation..." Someone sighed.

Without the Jiange people, they would surely die this time.

"Let's go, the world of Xianyuan has changed drastically. Maybe this is an opportunity. If you can join Jiange, you will definitely get an unexpected opportunity."

One after another aura left, and the stars returned to tranquility.

Maybe after countless years, this star can wake up again and become a bright world.

...

Leaving Xingchen, Han Muye and Mu Wan bid farewell to Zhao Yu and others, and drove the flying boat away.

They want to go back to Medicine Valley.

Zhao Yu and the others watched Feizhou leave, then turned around and headed for Jiange.

This time, although they have not yet found out Han Muye's identity, they have seen Han Muye's swordsmanship.

Such characters, even in the sword pavilion, are rare.

"Senior Brother Zhao Yu, does this Young Master Han really come from the land of Taoism?" Walking through the void, a disciple of the Jiange Pavilion couldn't help but speak out.

Such a means, such a cultivation base and combat power, even if it is a great sect of the last three days, it is nothing but the same.

"Yeah, based on his age and cultivation, I am afraid that Bai Yuming, the first descendant of the sword pavilion, is inferior." A disciple flashed a light in his eyes and said in a low voice.

Zhao Yu shook his head.

He is also confused now.

Fortunately, his confusion did not last long.

When they flew back to Heaven, a message after another made everyone stunned.

Countless elites from the Heavenly Domain have returned!

Most of the elites who participated in the Dao Contest returned from the Dao Contest.

Participating in the Dao Contest will make these elite cultivation bases more powerful, and almost everyone will get a chance.

There are also treasures obtained by opening the treasure house of the gods, which can even improve the strength of their sects.

And with the return of these elites, the identity of Han Muye was also revealed.

Tianxuan Han Xiang.

Sword Slashing Heavenly Venerate!

The power of one person can turn the tide and lay a good chance for victory.

One person can shake the general trend of this world, attract the ancient cloud galaxy to integrate, alliance with the spirit armor monster clan, break the promotion of immortal stage and seal the town.

In the eyes of these elites, Han Muye's name is on a par with the great powers who are in charge of this world.

When many elites mentioned the name of Han Muye, they respectfully referred to him as Han Xiang, and they respected him.

Is there really such a person in the world?

The most important thing is that, if the earth changes today, with Han Muye and Tian Xuan behind him, wouldn't that make him invincible in the world?

All the sects in the entire Upper Heaven Territory panicked.

On the other side, Han Muye came to Shangtianyu early to set up, and entered the medicine valley, and the incident of using the seven-story sword tower to deter all parties also broke out.

This one has been here for three days, is it really just for his own Taoist companion?

How could such a character only have personal feelings?

Where is this powerhouse who is likely to annex the upper heaven, where is he now, and what does he have to do with the sword pavilion?

At this moment, everyone in the Heavenly Domain was looking for Han Muye.

The eyes of countless sects fell on Medicine Valley.

Han Muye left the seven-story sword tower behind and will definitely return.

At this moment, how to treat this strong man has become a difficult problem for all sects.

The dam collapsed, the ancient cloud galaxy merged, and the great power soared in the last three days. In the end, should we establish another enemy like Han Muye or form an alliance with him?

But if you want to form an alliance, you also need to understand this person's thoughts, right?

Jiange, what kind of relationship does Jiange have with this one?

Yaogu, what calculations does this guy have for Yaogu?

One hundred thousand miles away from the Jiange station, before Zhao Yu Yujian arrived, a stream of light flew down.

"Junior Brother Zhao Yu, Master is looking for you."

50,000 miles away from the Jiange, another sword light arrived.

"Come on, Elder Deacon is looking for you."

Ten thousand kilometers away from the Jiange, a sword light directly enveloped Zhao Yu.

"Elder Su is looking for you, go to Wanjian Hall."

When he entered the gate of Jiange Mountain, a sword light shrouded again.

"You are Zhao Yu? Come to the Zongmen discussion hall, the Zongmen elders are waiting for you."

Zongmen discussion hall.