"It's Senior Brother Han!"

"Senior Brother Han is here!"

Jiang Han.

Zhao Youzhi.

Tang Ming.

……

Han Muye walked over with a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "With such a big victory today, why is there no wine?" ”

"Yes! There is wine! Sun Dayong rubbed his hands, turned around and touched out a small wine jar.

"Okay, you Sun Dayong, you said yesterday that you ran out of wine!" Jiang Han scolded loudly, but his face was full of smiles.

"Senior Brother Han, why did you come here?" Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone froze.

Tang Ming, who was standing on the side, sighed lightly and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Han is here for the Sword Pavilion Elder, right?" ”

Elder of the Sword Pavilion.

Today, the sword power of the Sword Pavilion Elder was shocking.

But this sword was condensed by the Sword Pavilion Elder's lifelong cultivation.

From now on, the Elder of the Sword Pavilion is a mortal who is dying.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and the atmosphere suddenly sank.

Han Muye stepped forward, laughed, and brought the wine jar in Sun Dayong's hand.

"My generation cultivates swords, but I want a sword to be free, and I can slash the Tailing Sword Sect Elder Taishang and the Sword Pavilion Elder with one sword, this sword is worth it."

"Sword Pavilion Sword Viewer, Yijiazi practiced, isn't it for this sword?"

He raised the flask and signaled to everyone: "Today's great victory, you should celebrate." ”

As he spoke, he raised his head, lifted the jar, took a long sip of wine, and then passed it forward.

I don't know who took it and took a sip.

One hand reached over, took the jar, and took a big sip of wine.

After a turn, the jar was empty.

"Out of alcohol?"

"I have."

"I have."

"Grandma's, one by one, they are hidden deep enough."

……

When Han Muye woke up, he was already in the carriage of the carriage that was squeaking forward.

He tried to think about it, but he only remembered drinking and bragging with a group of Nine Xuan Sword Sect disciples.

He also seemed to have practiced the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect taught by Mo Yuan, shouting to open up a great avenue for the ordinary sword cultivation in the world.

"Awake?"

"Last night, your Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect was powerful enough, and you almost split half of Luyuan Mountain."

The gentle voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder sounded, and then Han Muye was shocked and sat up.

"Na, this is given to you by Mo Yuan."

"He went to the East China Sea and said that he would definitely return within a hundred years."

The Sword Pavilion Elder stretched out his hand, and in his palm, it was a dark ring.

Space rings.

Two spiritual weapons, 300,000 spirit stones.

All kinds of spiritual materials and elixirs occupy about three feet of space.

The total space of the ring is only half a square circumference.

When the mind penetrates, it can take out the contents of the ring.

"I've shown it to you, everything is worth millions of spirit stones."

"Your kid's current net worth is richer than most of the elders on Jiuxuan Mountain."

There was a hint of emotion in the voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

The elders on Jiuxuan Mountain, there are really not many people who can cultivate as strong as Mo Yuan in terms of combat power, and even fewer who can have the merit of slaughtering the sect and destroying the sect.

This time, after sweeping away the Sanqin Sword Sect, the one who gained the most was probably Mo Yuan.

Sitting up straight and looking out of the carriage, Han Muye was a little disappointed.

Last night, I was in a messy mood, and I drank too much, so I missed seeing off Master Mo Yuan.

The carriage moved forward, Han Muye studied the ring in his hand, and the elders of the Sword Pavilion instructed him from time to time how to use his divine thoughts to put items and take them out.

According to the Sword Pavilion Elder, personal belongings can be placed in the ring, but the most convenient sword weapon must not be placed in it.

The Grand Monk has the means to influence the forces of the blockade of space.

Moreover, sword cultivation battles, life and death are in an instant, and distracting the divine thoughts from the ring to take the sword is looking for death.

"You have a good understanding of Mo Yuan's Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, if you can cut it out with the sword of the Divine Soul," a trace of longing flashed on the face of the Sword Pavilion Elder, and he said in a low voice: "Maybe, the Heavenly Realm can be injured." ”

Urging the sword of the soul with the sword technique of returning to the sect with ten thousand swords.

Han Muye nodded.

He deduced that it worked.

On the way, from time to time, there were disciples who reported the news.

The results of the battle in Luyuan Mountain spread much faster than they could move forward.

They had only turned back for hundreds of miles, and thousands of miles away, those sect masters and elders of the sects under the rule of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect had already come to greet the Sword Pavilion elders.

"The Dusk Cloud Sword Sect Zheng Changhe led his disciples to meet the High Elder of the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

"Elder Tianwei, a sword slashes half a step of the Heavenly Realm, and the world shook."

The green-robed Taoist standing in front of the carriage was full of flattery, and the disciples behind him were all looking reverent.

This is the fifth wave of such a welcoming procession.

"Master Zheng is polite."

"We still have to rush back to the Sword Gate, so we won't stay longer."

"If Master Zheng has a heart, he can lead his disciples to help Elder Su Yuan of the Sword Sect to destroy the rebellion."

The Sword Pavilion Elder spoke lightly, his voice revealing majesty.

That Zheng Changhe hurriedly bowed down and agreed.

The sects came to visit along the way, but they were just expressing their attitudes, and they didn't really want to make friends with the elders of the Sword Pavilion.

Half an hour later, the Nine Xuan Sword Gate convoy continued to move forward.

These dozens of carts, except for a few that were ridden, were mostly loaded with treasures obtained from the Sanqin Sword Sect.

It's all here.

The carriage and the drawn war horse are blessed with formation talismans, which can be thousands of miles in a day.

At noon, an urgent report came from a disciple.

Shocking news.

The Tailing Sword Sect merged with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

The Tailing Sword Sect sent two Supreme Elders to serve as the Supreme Elders of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, and all the disciples were merged into the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

The head of the original Tailing Sword Sect and several realm elders are nowhere to be found.

"What a nowhere to be found......" On the carriage, the Sword Pavilion Elder had a calm expression on his face and spoke in a low voice.

The sect master of the Tailing Sword Sect, one of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang, and several realm powerhouses, disappeared together, is it possible?

"The Tailing Sword Sect merged with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, is this why Mu Tieyang fought desperately?" Han Muye looked at the Sword Pavilion Elder and asked.

The Sword Pavilion Elder shook his head and nodded again.

"If it weren't for the catastrophe, neither the Tailing Sword Sect nor Mu Tieyang would have chosen it like this."

Catastrophe.

Is it just like the choice of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect this time?

The Nine Xuan Sword Gate is the period of 10,000 years of demon suppression is about to end, what is the big trouble for the Tailing Sword Sect?

Han Muye remembered what Mu Tieyang's remnant soul had said, that if he could not die under the sword of the Sword Pavilion Elder, he would be able to prevent the Tailing Sword Sect from being annexed.

Alas, he died.

"Full speed ahead!"

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion Elder suddenly let out a low voice.

The entire convoy suddenly picked up speed.

"The Wind Spirit Sword Sect has annexed the Tailing Sword Sect, and the first thing is probably to avenge Mu Tieyang." The Sword Pavilion Elder narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye who was sitting in front of him.

The Wind Spirit Sword Sect wants to appease people's hearts.

The best way is to avenge Mu Tieyang and kill Gao Changgong, the elder of the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

"Boy, you remember to save your life."

There was a strange aura on the Sword Pavilion Elder's body, and his gaze was cast into the distance.

The nine factions in Western Xinjiang directly became the eight factions, and the four major sword factions also had one less faction.

Such a major event was completed under the sword of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

It was only at this time that Han Muye deeply felt the importance of the Great Cultivator.

The words and deeds of these great monks are related to the general trend of the entire Western Xinjiang.

The life and death of countless people are at stake in their thoughts.

In the middle of the carriage, Han Muye stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the broken sword hidden in the cuff.

One after another, sword qi quietly poured into the sword body.

After a few breaths, in his mind, Mu Tieyang's obsession remnant soul condensed.

Han Muye spoke directly: "The Tailing Sword Sect and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect have merged. ”

The remnant soul that had just condensed was stunned for a moment, and stood there, with a trace of astonishment on his face, and then there was a sad color that could not be hidden.

"Sure enough......"

"It's good, it's good."

Mu Tieyang's remnant soul muttered to himself and lowered his head.

"The Sect Master of the Tailing Sword Sect and several Realm Elders are missing." Han Muye spoke again.