Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Liuxuan Tianyuan Formation spread throughout the Xuanling Sword Sect's resident within three days.

From the elders of the sect, the master of the first hall, down to the elites of all parties, and the disciples of the Jianzong who have just started, they are all studying this formation.

The strong one above the Golden Immortal is to dismantle the formation and explore the mystery of this formation.

The more I analyze, the more I feel incredible that Yunlan Jianxian can share such a powerful and convenient formation.

As for Zhou Shengmu Huan and the others, they were even more annoyed.

If Han Muye had been brought to Xuntian Temple in the first place, then this formation must have been studied first by Xuntian Temple.

"This kid, why don't we distinguish between relatives..." Zhou Sheng, who was holding a wine gourd, looked at the six figures intertwined in front of him, and muttered in his mouth.

"Om—"

The sword formation formed, and the sword light soared into the sky.

The six golden immortals formed an array, and the power they displayed was overwhelming.

Looking into the distance, there are continuous city towers, and sword lights are shining everywhere.

Which hall is not studying the sword array now?

It's fine for ordinary disciples, even if they don't comprehend for a while, it's okay.

But for those elite disciples who intend to go to the city of burying immortals, whoever forms the formation the fastest, and who is the fastest to master the big formation, is all about face and whether they can go to the city of burying immortals.

More importantly, those strong men whose cultivation base and combat power have always been at the forefront of elite disciples.

What they want to fight for is not just the order of formation.

What they want to compete for is the five positions that will be formed with Yunlan Sword Immortal!

"Good method..."

Outside the sky, watching Li Yungang and the five Da Luo Jinxians form an formation, with their swords shining brightly, a great immortal whispered softly.

"It was a chaotic choice, but he didn't need to come forward himself, he directly mobilized everyone's emotions."

"even--"

The white-haired fairy who spoke did not finish speaking.

Even, the entire sect is helping to choose.

Which hall's sword light is brighter, and which elite's sword formation is more proficient, and their cooperation is more tacit, will be observed and perceived by countless people.

The one chosen in the end must be the real strong man.

"What about the kid?" A fairy in a black Taoist robe said angrily.

"I guess he's in seclusion. He's probably the most idle person in Jianzong right now." 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 Jianxian was idle.

He wasn't retreating, but quietly went shopping with Zhao Chen.

In a vast square, Zhao Chen looked around in awe.

This is the place where Jianzong's various materials are traded.

Basically, they are all purchased by disciples of this sect.

It's just that the square has been very empty in the past few days, only the disciples and deacons who are in charge of sales are left everywhere.

"Brother, here are all good things, but I can't eat much." Zhao Chen muttered as he looked at the swords, battle armor, and various pills and war equipment displayed on those booths.

"We don't buy from here." Han Muye nodded, letting Zhao Chen breathe a sigh of relief.

Elder Chu and Song Zhong behind him smiled lightly.

There are also businesses that my young boss dare not talk about.

"Let's go over there." Han Muye raised his finger to the main hall ahead.

Zhao Chen shrank his neck, and hurriedly grabbed Han Muye's sleeve: "Brother, well, that's where the big business is done, and with my little wealth, I won't be taken care of when I go there."

That is the trading hall, not only the shops of the Xuanling Sword Sect, but also the shops of other sects.

This hall is actually a place where the major sects communicate, and all transactions are made in large quantities, and ordinary disciples will not accept them.

"I'll be your major shareholder." Han Muye patted Zhao Chen's shoulder and said loudly, "No matter how big the business is, we can talk about it."

After speaking, he strode forward.

Any business can be discussed?

Zhao Chen was shocked all over, his eyes widened, he rubbed his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

"Okay, let's talk."

He gave a long laugh and followed quickly.

When the two of them arrived outside the resplendent hall, a group of Sword Sect disciples in green robes had already stepped forward.

"Do you two have the sect's purchasing order?" The leading disciple of Jianzong's eyes fell on Han Muye, and he frowned slightly.

This image seems to have been seen before, but it is a little blurry.

Purchasing order?

No.

Zhao Chen turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand, with a golden scroll in his palm.

What is this stuff?

The disciple looked bewildered.

"Senior brother, if you haven't seen the orders purchased by the sect, you can go to the foreign affairs hall to have a look." A green-robed disciple with a large black sword on his back said with a smile.

Everyone else smiled too.

What scroll is this has nothing to do with the purchase order.

Han Muye didn't bother to talk to others, he just threw the scroll in his hand and landed it in the arms of the leader disciple.

The disciple frowned and opened the scroll.

If Han Muye hadn't looked a little imposing, and there was a team of blue-armored guards behind him, who seemed to be of extraordinary status, he wouldn't have read this scroll.

Guarding the hall for so many years, how many orders has he seen?

Unfold the scroll, and the golden writing on it comes into view.

"transfer order!"

"hiss--"

"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"

The disciple trembled all over, closed the scroll, held it in both hands, and brought it respectfully to Han Muye, with an excited expression on his face.

"Please, Yunlan Sword Immortal, please 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?"

"Hey, I actually saw a living one..."

Outside the hall, there was an uproar.

Those guarding disciples all looked up at Han Muye's back.

"Don't look at it, Yunlan Sword Immortal is purchasing supplies to guard the Xianxian City!"

"Guarding the Immortal Burial City..."

...

When Han Muye and Zhao Chen stepped into the hall, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Big deal!" Someone had already seen Han Muye's identity and greeted him with a smile.

"Haha, it's certainly a big deal for Sword Immortal Yunlan to come here."

A shopkeeper from various sects with a smile on his face surrounded Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden storage bag fell into Zhao Chen's arms beside him.

"I don't understand business, but my brother understands."

Zhao Chen took the storage bag, grinned, and inserted his divine sense into it.

Then his face turned pale, and he almost threw the storage bag away.

"Brother, brother, this, so many?"

Han Muye waved his hands, walked to the side, and said, "It's all spent, don't leave it."

Zhao Chen nodded, holding the storage bag carefully, as if afraid of losing the bag.

Eighty billion fairy stones.

The eight mountain peaks piled up almost made Zhao Chen get down.

He had never seen so many fairy stones.

The shopkeepers around were also curiously looking at Zhao Chen's storage bag.

How many immortal spirit stones did this frighten this merchant-like little fellow?

"Little brother, I have a good sword—"

"Excellent? How good? Immortal treasure?"

"Uh, there are immortal treasures—"

"Buy it, wrap it up, don't ask so many questions, my master has plenty of fairy stones."

...

Han Muye didn't care how Zhao Chen purchased the treasures, he just wandered around the hall.

The Xuanling Sword Sect sells the most swords. There are swords of various grades, and he is a little moved by some of them.

But before he stepped forward, those swords were carried by a few guys, and they sent them to Zhao Chen with joy on their faces.

In addition to the Xuanling Sword Sect selling sword weapons, the other one turned out to be the Tiejia Zhanmen.

Although the quality of their swords is not very high, the spiritual materials used are superior, and many of them are polished with pure spiritual materials.

Violence.

But it doesn't matter, these swords were sent to Zhao Chen by a team of strong men after a while.

Tianyaomen's shops are full of various spiritual materials, while Daomen's shops are full of talismans and elixir.

In shops large and small, basically all of them are sold in volume.

This hall is vast, when Han Muye walked into the depths, 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 had fairy light shining.

It's just that the more elegant things are, the harder it is to repair once damaged.

These broken swords and knives were piled up in the shop, and only a few young men looked listlessly at the door.

When Han Muye stepped forward and reached out to draw those swords, no one cared.

Holding a broken sword, Han Muye's palm was filled with a faint sword intent.

The name of the sword is Zhenyang, and it was refined through hundreds of refining techniques. It is three feet one inch long and weighs three hundred and fifty-six catties.

One picture after another emerged in Han Muye's mind.

Hu Jintai, a disciple of Xuanling Sword Sect at the pinnacle of human immortality, practiced the way of heaven, earth, Taiyang, masculine swordsmanship, and entered the Tao with the sword.

In the picture in my mind, the sword light of the bearded Taoist in a golden robe was shining, and his swordsmanship opened and closed, and each sword shattered the black halo around his body.

At the age of thirteen, he practiced swords.

At the age of eighteen, he became a realm.

Entered the heavenly state at the age of fifty-eight and became an elite among his peers.

Going all the way, you will enter the fairyland at the age of 380, and you will become the peak of the fairyland at the age of 1,520.

Tens of thousands of years later, time wasted, the world of mortals mingled, wandered in the wasteland, and finally received the task of stationing at Blood Dropping Cliff. Three hundred years later, he entered the five declines of heaven and man, failed to survive, and died with regret.

Once also wielded the sword to the end of the world.

It used to be accompanied by the world of mortals.

I used to reward my confidant with wine in the cup, and slay the enemy with the sword in my hand.

once.

In the end, it just broke the road and turned into loess.

This is practice.

"My whole life is worth it..."

The figure who leaned on the long sword and walked forward slowly, finally broke the sword and died in front of the blood dripping cliff slowly freezes.

Not a master, nor really advanced swordsmanship.

Cultivation is not extreme.

Such people abound in the world of cultivating immortals.

But whose life is not wonderful?

Life and death, wield the sword.

carefree.

"How do you sell this sword?"

Han Muye held the broken sword and spoke softly.

This sword has no spirituality.

The forged spiritual material also lost its strength.

This is a real waste sword.

But in Han Muye's eyes, this sword is a treasure.

Whose life is not a treasure?

Several guys who had been sitting idle over there stood up.

"This sword, a hundred immortal spirit stones?" A gray-haired old man hesitated to ask for a price.

"Guest officer, you know, the things in this hall are not for sale."

"Our shop is full of ownerless armor collected from various places. There may be some chances among them, but they are not easy to get."

It seems that Han Muye is not very old, but he has an extraordinary bearing, afraid that he will be deceived, the old man said softly: "If the guest officer is interested, just pick one or two to play with."

Play?

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Han Muye's expression was calm.

also good.

This sword weapon, which was once used by a strong man at the peak of human immortality to kill enemies with his sword and slay demons, is now only an object for the younger generations to enjoy.

Perhaps, this is what the seniors would like to see, right?

Their life-and-death fights are in exchange for the peace of the younger generation, isn't it good?

"I want everything here." Han Muye raised his hand, pointing at the various broken armor piled up in the shop.

Want it all?

The guys looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

"My lord, wait a moment, let's go to the back and move out all the treasures."

...

Han Muye spent a total of 30 million fairy stones to collect all the swords and armor in this shop.

No wonder the things here have been unable to sell, who is willing to spend tens of millions of fairy stones to buy a mountain of waste?

Only people like Han Muye who have endless wealth and who can read the memories in the sword will take these things.

After sweeping away the store, Han Muye didn't stay any longer and turned to leave.

By the time he got to the center of the main hall, there were not many shopkeepers around Zhao Chen.

It's just that those shopkeepers who were originally surrounded by Zhao Chen were not in the hall, and seemed to have left.

"Brother, are things settled?" Zhao Chen, who was holding two storage bags, looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to return the two storage bags.

Is this already a deal?

Han Muye reached out to take the storage bag, frowning.

In the storage bag he gave to Zhao Chen before, less than 10% of the 80 billion fairy stones were missing.

Instead, another storage bag is full, containing various materials worth at least 30 billion.

There are hundreds of swords of the Guangxianbao Lingbao level.

It seems that these hundreds of swords don't know tens of billions of fairy stones, right?

"Brother, go, go back and talk." Zhao Chen winked, turned and left.

After leaving the main hall and leaving the square, Zhao Chen let out a long and proud laugh.

"Brother, how is this business doing?"

how?

There was no need for Han Muye to speak, Zhao Chen had already explained.

He spent 6 billion fairy stones as a deposit to buy various treasures worth 50 billion.

Because he showed the 80 billion fairy stones and asked another question.

"Everyone, with Yunlan Sword Immortal's wealth and skills, do you think the reinforcements this time will be rewarding?"

reward.

There are three great lands in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm, each of which is a holy land.

There is a continuous wasteland outside the blood-dropping cliff, and the blood, muscles and bones of all kinds of void beasts that have been killed are of great value.

In Broken Soul Valley, there are many alien races from other fairy worlds. They are not afraid of Taoism and powerful in battle. If you kill these alien races, you can get a lot of treasures from that fairy world.

As for the city of burying immortals, there are fetishes falling.

What do immortal cultivators desire most?

Isn't it the various treasures in the Zhoutian God Realm.

According to what Zhao Chen said, Sword Immortal Yunlan went to the Immortal Burial City this time to sweep up the city.

Gathering the strength of the strongest disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect is of course to mop them up.

He signed a contract with everyone, and every year in the future, treasures worth at least 100 billion will be sent back from the Immortal Burial City.

Half of the first three years are used as return on investment, and every year after that, the treasures will be handed over to the allies who have signed the contract at a 20% discount.

"So, look, these fairy stones haven't been spent yet."

Zhao Chen's face was full of smiles.

Everyone is investing, not trading.

Of course the fairy stone cannot be spent.

Han Muye thought about it, felt like he was sold?

"Brother, while there is still some time, I'm going to go to other sects." Zhao Chen looked at the storage bag in Han Muye's hand, with a look of madness on his face.

"If we can do a good deal of business this time, in the future, we will be able to live more comfortably in the City of Burying Immortals."

This is not enough to sell once, how many more times do you have to sell?

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Sometimes, the power of merchants is unimaginable.

Once he was betrayed, he drew a group of allies.

Be sold ten times, there will be countless allies.

None of these allies wanted him to die in the Immortal Burial City.

Because many people's wealth may be on him.

"Okay, you take this order with you." Han Muye threw the order into Zhao Chen's arms.

"I'm going to find you a master to protect you."

The master Han Muye found was a real master.

I wish my family, Zhuyong, and the sword fairy of Lianxu.

Zhao Chen and Zhu Yong left and went to various sects to do business, while Han Muye went back to Zhenxuan Palace and began to retreat.

He took out the collected swords and put them in front of him one by one.

Stretch out your hand to hold it, and the sword intent penetrates.

A series of memory images emerged.

Some people practiced for a lifetime, and finally passed away.

Someone ran rampant with a sword, and eventually died and disappeared with a fistful of loess.

Some people cultivate swords for their beliefs, but in the end they abandon their original beliefs.

Someone cultivated a sword for Hongyan, but was abandoned by Hongyan in the end.

All kinds of life, all kinds of life, life.

Watching the swords of the predecessors and cultivating one's own way.

Understand the sword of the predecessors and cultivate your own way.

Ren Zhenxuan hall was in turmoil, Han Muye only watched and understood the sword in the hall.

What you watch is the sword, what you realize is life.

Seven months later, when he walked out of the hall, his figure was a little hunched, and even his eyes were cloudy.

Stepping out with one step, his figure is like a sword.

Another step, Jian Guang soared into the sky.

No matter how much life there is, it's not his Han Muye's.

After viewing Wan Jian, it is still Han Muye who returns.

"Let me see who is qualified to walk with me."

Han Muye let out a low shout, and his figure went straight up into the sky.

In his hand, a long sword pierced the sky, and then he turned around and stood up.

"Come to fight."

Sword cultivators have always spoken with swords.

"boom--"

The sword formations condensed and turned into long swords, followed closely behind Han Muye, and slammed into the sky.

But this time is different from the last time. This time, there are no more than nine sword arrays that go straight up to the sky.

In the past seven months, the sword formations of all parties have competed for the strongest.

Nine sword formations stood out.

In each of these nine sword formations, the elites of the Sword Sect are at the Void Transformation Realm, and each of them is at least an elite of the Three Palaces.

With a tacit understanding, the way of the sword is pure.

The fighting spirit and combat power displayed by these kendo elites amazed the seniors of the sword sect.

If there had been such encouragement from Yunlan Jianxian, Jianzong's combat power might be even better.

"Hehe, I don't know what this kid has gained in retreat for a year." Li Yungang held a big gourd in his hand and said in a low voice.

The others also had smiles on their faces, and their eyes fell on Han Muye.

"boom--"

Above the sky, sword lights lit up.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, and the sword in his hand turned into a flame dragon.

"Burn all mountains and rivers!"

With a loud shout, the flame dragon surrounded by the sword light condensed into a ten thousand zhang volcano and collapsed.

One landslide, ten thousand mountains collapse.

The sky with a radius of ten thousand miles was completely shattered, and all sword lights were swept away.

"Yes, it's Brother Jiwu's Fentian swordsmanship!" Someone exclaimed in the distant void.

"Senior brother Chen Jiwu was in charge of the Burning Heaven Palace, but later fell, and the inheritance of his unique skills was cut off. I didn't expect..."

"That's, is that the Burning Heaven Sword?" Li Yungang looked at the dagger in Han Muye's hand and asked softly.

Someone's eyes fell on the broken long sword in Han Muye's hand. The blade was covered with rust, mottled, and the fairy lines were broken. This sword is not much stronger than a firestick.

But it was such a sword that caused the sky to shatter and the endless celestial light to collapse.

"Senior Brother Jiwu has reappeared, okay, okay..."

The person who sighed opened his mouth, 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 slashed down, triggering a dazzling golden light.

"Stab—"

Thousands of miles of void, one sword turned into two halves!

"Void Slash!"

"It's Uncle Jin Hao's Void Slash!"

"Back then, Senior Brother Jin Hao fell in the Immortal Burial City, and his unique skill Void Slash was lost. All fellow disciples felt regretful..."

There was an uproar all around.

No one expected that Sword Fairy Yunlan would display both of the two lost skills.

"This kid is retreating to study the lost sword techniques of the Sword Sect, right?" Li Yungang looked at the light of the sword changing again in Han Muye's hand, and muttered softly.

"Where did he get so much swordsmanship?"

"boom--"

Above the sky, the clouds gather and disperse.

The sword that was pressed down again was bloody.

There was another exclamation around.

Every sword light that Han Muye used was a kind of lost sword technique.

Some of the famous sword skills of a certain senior sword sect were buried in the end.

Some are obscure seniors who have practiced all their lives and are not well-known, but at this time, Han Muye's swordsmanship shines brilliantly in the hands of Han Muye, and one sword can overwhelm a party of elites and cannot raise their heads.

"Su Jiansheng has practiced for 3,800 years in his life, entered the realm of heaven, and created the sword technique of the three spirits soaring into the clouds."

"Bai Yuhe, stepped into the void of the Celestial Immortal Cave and fell outside the Broken Soul Valley. She is good at swordsmanship in the storm."

"Zhan Tianqi, the master of the Tianqi Palace of Jianzong, practiced Qitian swordsmanship all his life, and fought undefeatedly with Daluo Sword Immortal. He fell 3.52 million years ago."

...

Every time Han Muye used a sword technique, he whispered softly.

There seemed to be phantoms appearing on him.

The silhouettes of these seniors floated around, using the sword in Han Muye's hand, to confront the descendants of the Sword Sect who were countless thousands of years later.

Before he knew it, Han Muye seemed to be able to hear hearty laughter.

These seniors, seeing the glory of Jianzong today, and being able to fight against the elites of the younger generation with their swords, is it also a joy in their hearts?

Han Muye's spirit rose rapidly, and he had stepped into the Golden Immortal Realm since then, surging like a torrent.

For three days, the sword in his hand was shining non-stop, and no one could go further in the sword formation below.

In three days, his soul achieved the golden immortal consummation, his own body was also cultivated and stabilized, and the virtual realm of the fairy cave was fixed.

His spirit was actually stronger than his own immortal cultivation by a whole realm.

This kind of strange practice, outsiders probably can't think of it.

"when--"

As the long swords struck each other, Han Muye finally backed away, and the sword arrays below shot up to the sky.

Countless Jianzong elites shouted, and the sword light turned into a shooting star.

The sword lights intersected in the void, and he no longer tried to identify who was the Yunlan Sword Immortal, only to see whose sword array was still there, and charged at him.

As for the elite disciples who were scattered in the sword formation, they quickly searched for fellow disciples around them, and then formed a formation.

It's just such a chaotic battle in all directions, breaking the formation and breaking the formation.

The sword light was lingering in the void, and even those senior spirits couldn't recognize it, so they could only watch intently.

In seven days, several condensed sword arrays gradually stabilized, and no one could break them.

Among them, the strongest sword formation directly crushes all the sword formations, independent of the void and does not fall down.

Zhenxuan Hall Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi, Xuntian Hall Fengling Sword Immortal Su Jian, Zhantian Hall Baiyue Sword Immortal Baitu, Luhe Hall Qingliu Sword Immortal Chen Sishui, Sanjin Hall Jinyu Sword Immortal Yu Shuling, Zhenhuang Hall Tianhou Sword Immortal, Taoist Kuxu.

The Liuxuan Tianyuan sword formation formed by the six sword celestial beings could not be broken even by Li Yungang, the head of the Zhantian Temple of the Sword Sect.

Seeing this formation suppressing the void, Li Yungang felt itchy for a while, and was encouraged by a few old guys around him, so he stepped forward to break the formation.

The result was a loss of face.

For a battle in the void, Han Muye's list of going to the Immortal Burial City was also finalized.

The six who can walk with him are not the strongest, but they can cooperate with him to suppress the void.

As for the other sword formations, they were not fellow disciples who cooperated with each other in the drill before, but many fellow disciples who they didn't know before but were able to fight side by side at this time.

After this battle, many talents discovered that many of Jianzong's swordsmanship inheritances can complement each other.

For example, when Han Muye and the others formed an formation, Han Muye's Zhenxuandian swordsmanship and Zhenhuangdian Tianhou Sword Immortal Kuxu Taoist's Zhenhuangdian swordsmanship actually echoed each other and had a stacking effect.

Just the two of them can double the power of the sword array.

After the First World War, Jianzong suddenly set off a climax of looking for sword friends.

Perhaps, everyone has a group of fellow travelers who have been separated for many years, and they are fighting side by side in the dark.

Outside Zhenxuan Hall, the golden light turned into a curtain of light covering the sky and the earth.

Han Muye was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, and his body was shining with immortal light.

This outfit is the treasure of Zhenxuan Palace.

At this time, there were hundreds of elites standing in front of him.

Not far away, a hundred big monsters who came with Han Muye were sitting quietly.

"Everyone, this is the original contract talisman created by me in Yunlan City."

"With this talisman, you can form a contract with the monster clan, and you can communicate with each other, and your combat power will increase rapidly."

In Han Muye's palm, golden talismans appeared one after another.

These are contracts.

"Everyone who is interested can find a big monster who can form a contract." Han Muye looked at the crowd and said solemnly: "Once the contract is formed, we will live and die together."

In the form of a contract, use the power of monsters to enhance combat power.

The elites of the sword sect below looked at each other, most of them were silent.

For sword cultivators, all they value is their own sword practice, and they don't care much about the others.

"I'll try." A moment later, a 30-year-old swordsman wearing a green robe raised his hand and waved a golden talisman in his hand.

After getting the talisman, he turned his head to look at those big monsters.

"Master Peng in the Lower Iron Cloud Palace, he has cultivated his emptiness. He is good at speed and strength. He usually likes to fight against the enemy."

As soon as his figure moved, the sword light in Master Peng's hand swayed, and the wind and thunder could be seen between the chopping and slashing.

He landed on the Qingshi Square, with the golden talisman floating in his palm, and said: "I wonder if there is anyone who is willing to form a contract with me?"

The big monsters over there looked at each other, and after a while, three strong men came out.

"Roar--"

A figure turned into Jinfengjiao, and his spiritual thoughts vibrated and made a voice: "I have the blood of Jinfengjiao below, and my speed can complement yours."

The other is a mountain pangolin in the form of a black armor, with golden light shining from his eyes.

"I can condense a body of gold armor to block the killing under the Void."

The last one turned into a three-foot-tall iron bull.

"My strength can bless you."

Master Peng pondered for a moment, raised his hand and knocked out the talisman, which landed on the top of Jin Fengjiu's head.

Jin Fengyu roared in a low voice, but did not resist, and let the talisman fall.

Two streams of golden light intertwined between the bodies of the two, and the golden wind turned into a golden light and landed on Master Peng's arm.

"Om—"

Master Peng moved, and he had already appeared outside the Qingshi Square.

"What a speed!"

Everyone around was taken aback.

Master Peng himself was also stunned, and stretched out his hand to hold his arm, with a smile on his face.

With the blessing of monsters, there is such an improvement!

Many people's eyes lit up.

But after a while, dozens of Jianzong elites chose their suitable monsters.

Not all sword cultivators are willing to cooperate 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 city of burial with me, you are my brothers in life and death. You can choose and use these things at will."

Lingbao, Xianbao.

A elixir that shines with fairy light, Yijia.

There are also array disks with strong protection and treasures that can enhance the power of their own attributes.

The precious light shone, and there was a fairy light in front of the hall.

The eyes of those Jianzong elites flickered.

Are they short of treasures?

No shortage.

But what Han Muye brought out were real treasures, many of which they didn't have.

Moreover, the Immortal Burial City is a jeopardy, since he followed Yunlan Sword Immortal there, why not take his treasures?

The grey-haired, solemn-faced Taoist Kuxu, the Heavenly Roar Sword Immortal of Zhenhuang Temple, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold a long sword that was shining with flames, and said in a low voice: "This sword matches my strength, I want it."

The others were not polite either, and stretched out their hands.

...

In the last three days of the one-year period, Zhao Chen returned.

He went straight to Zhenxuan Hall, threw the five storage bags and the transfer order into Han Muye's arms, turned around and ran.

"I'll go find some treasures."

In the five storage bags, all kinds of fairy treasures and spirit treasures are piled up.

Most of them are large array disks.

Combined, it can block Jinxian and Daluo, and it can block a blow even in front of Xianjun.

There are also a variety of extremely lethal bows and crossbows.

"Sky-breaking crossbow, this is a powerful weapon for defending the city." Looking at the Baizhang crossbow shining with fairy light, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

There are three thousand such large crossbows, and there are at least one hundred thousand crossbow arrows.

The shapes and markings are different, and they are clearly collected from various schools.

The sky-breaking crossbow alone is worth more than 100 billion fairy stones.

How many times did Zhao Chen sell himself during this trip?

Three days later, the continuous celestial light turned into a beam of light.

A strong sword sect stood in the void with solemn expressions.

"Respectfully send the disciples of the Sword Sect to garrison at the City of Burying Immortals."

"May you all make contributions to my sword sect, and be invincible—"

With a loud shout, the fairy lights in the void formed a line.

Sword lights stepped into the teleportation array, and the figures dispersed.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, I hope you won't let us down."

In the void, there was a faint whisper.

Two thousand four hundred and fifty-six disciples of the Sword Sect, plus three hundred accompanying people, stepped into the City of Immortal Burial.

"boom--"

Stepping out of the teleportation array in one step, the golden light and blood burst in front of Han Muye.

Endless divinity penetrates directly into the body.

The Immortal Burial City is stuck at the intersection of the God Realm and the Immortal Realm, and half of it falls in the God Realm.

So, here, there is the divinity drop.

"Han Muye, Xuanling Sword Sect, led 2,456 Sword Sect disciples to reinforce Xianxian City."

Holding the transfer order in his hand, Han Muye shouted loudly.

"Canglang—"

With a sword chant, a beam of sword light descended from the sky.

Han Muye was familiar with this sword light.

At the beginning outside Yunlan City, there was such a sword that was separated by thousands of miles, and it was struck directly.

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal!

Seeing this slash, Han Muye showed a smile on his face, and streamers flew behind his back, straight up to the sky.

"Senior Spirit Sword, what do you think of my sword?"