If the aura is not enough, then explode the spirit stone!

"Boom-"

Without hesitation, the high-grade spirit stones exploded in front of Han Muye, and then the escaping spiritual energy was infused into the Danding.

Outside the big house, one after another locking spirit arrays were activated.

"This nineteen is really a local tyrant." Qi Shisan, who was wearing a green robe, shook his head, turned around and left.

He also has to complete a sect mission to earn some merits.

When people practice casually, they explode seventy or eighty thousand spirit stones.

There is no comparison between people.

In the big house, there was a massive infusion of spiritual energy, and the Danding rotated, and two of the longevity pills finally took shape.

The pure medicinal power converged, causing the aura on the two pills to shine, and then turned into gray clouds.

With a soft sound, two pills flew out of the pill and rushed towards the roof.

It's only half a foot high, and there are halos blocking it.

Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and a big void hand appeared, grabbing both pills.

Yun Lu hand, the method of collecting Dan.

Using this method of collecting pills will not conflict with the spiritual consciousness in the pills, and it will not damage the spirituality of the pills.

It can also press the surrounding escaping medicinal power back into the pill at the moment of collecting the pill, making the medicinal power of the pill stronger.

Although it's just a trace, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat, isn't it?

The pill was put into his palm, and Han Muye looked down.

The two pills were already like clouds, gently levitating in the palm of their palms.

The pure medicinal power in the elixir seems to be directly dissipating into clouds and drifting away.

This is what the fairy pill should look like.

Compared with the high-quality longevity pills refined by the ancestors of the Mu family, the medicinal power of these two longevity pills is nearly ten times more pure and thick.

The higher the grade of the pill, the less the change in medicinal potency due to the difference in appearance.

Just like net worth, it is easy to multiply the net worth of a spirit stone a hundred times to become a hundred, and it is difficult to multiply it a hundred times to ten thousand.

Enough is enough.

Looking at the two pills in his palm, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Such an elixir is enough to prolong life for a hundred years.

Without hesitation, he directly swallowed two longevity pills.

The pill entered the abdomen, and a mysterious feeling poured into the body.

Balance.

This feeling comes from the fusion of the physical body with the bloodline, divine soul and sword qi.

Han Muye could clearly perceive that his body seemed to be nourished by some kind of power and full of vitality.

This vitality has nothing to do with cultivation and sword qi.

More than 200 years of life!

It was only at this moment that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I don't have to worry about Shouyuan.

With the support of more than two hundred Shouyuan, whether he absorbs sword qi or slowly condenses sword intent, it is enough.

Standing up and stretching his body, he put away the Danding with satisfaction and walked out of the big house.

"Nineteen out?"

"Your retreat is not short, seven days."

Lu Shi's heroic voice came.

"Hurry up and wash up, I hunted a roe deer when I was collecting firewood, and made a tooth sacrifice."

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

With this Lu Shi here, the little beasts in the surrounding mountains are really suffering.

The key is that this spiritual land also attracts all kinds of wild beasts.

During the meal, Qi 13 and Su 18 were there, and then there was Lu Shi, who was full of fireworks.

"I heard that the Wind Spirit Sword Sect has already had an envoy to the sect, and it is estimated that this battle will not last long." While dealing with the roe deer legs, Su Eighteen spoke.

"My master said that the battle on Fengshou Mountain was more fierce than I thought, and the Spirit Dao Sect spoke, don't fight your own people in Xijiang." Lu Shi said as he picked up the wine bowl in front of him.

This wine is not Li San's sad wine, but it is also clear.

Han Muye didn't take a few sips of wine, just ate the meat and listened to Lu Shi.

Behind the descendants of the disciples are all bigwigs in the sect, Lu Shi's master is a powerful elder with six levels of knots, and Qi Thirteen's master is Lu Hao, the elder of the Golden Vein.

The news they said was naturally not the one that Lu Gao inquired about in the miscellaneous labor.

There was no need to analyze, Han Muye also knew that the dispute with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect was about to end.

After all, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect was only caught off guard by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect at the beginning, so it would steal chickens and rice.

Overall, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect's strength had not lost much.

Now that the people are slowly arranged, there will be no benefit to the Nine Xuan Sword Sect if they continue to fight.

There is another reason, the attack of the Southern Wilderness, the purpose of the Spirit Dao, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect does not need to worry about retaliation and suppression after the Sect Master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect recovers from his injuries.

As long as the Dan Realm can't make a move within thirty or fifty years, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is confident that its strength will be greatly improved.

When the time comes, if you compete with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, even if the other party has a heavenly realm, you will not lose.

"In the end, my Nine Xuan Sword Sect is missing a Heavenly Realm."

Su Eighteen drank a glass of wine and spoke in a low voice.

"The three Taishang have all exhausted their potential, and the Heavenly Realm is hopeless." Su Eighteen looked at Qi Thirteen, and then turned his gaze to Lu Shi.

Both bowed their heads and remained silent.

This is the case with cultivation, where talent and aptitude determine the upper limit.

If you want to break through this ceiling, you really have to go against the sky.

"Don't look at the next battle of Jiuxuan Mountain, the sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect was injured, but my Sword Sect also suffered."

"The Sect Master should have the most hope of breaking through the Heavenly Realm."

"Just like Elder Gao Changgong back then."

Lu Shi spoke in a deep voice and looked at Han Muye.

That's the big picture.

Outsiders only look at disputes, but these descendants look at the overall situation.

In the cultivation world of Western Xinjiang, there are people behind the control of the layout.

The Sect Master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect was already in the Heavenly Realm, but he was injured at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain and had to retreat.

The sect leader of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, Jin Ze, has hidden his cultivation for so many years, and finally blew himself up to the golden pill, and his lifelong cultivation is unable to advance an inch.

These two major sects seem to be competing for the position of the fourth largest faction in Western Xinjiang, but in fact, the threat to the top three sects has been directly eliminated.

Han Muye nodded.

Tao Ran Ancestor and Sword Pavilion Elder told him about this.

Even if he didn't say it, he could guess.

The cultivation world is like this, the life and death of countless low-level cultivators are not under their control at all.

The clash between the great forces, and the cultivators who are engulfed in it, are not much more powerful than ants.

Even if it was the Sect Master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Sect Master of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, Jin Ze, didn't he have to be in it and pay a huge price?

Daomen, Demon Sect, Sword Sect, and the top forces in Western Xinjiang can only stay one each, right?

……

Han Muye didn't stay in the spiritual land for long, and after eating and drinking, he turned back to the Sword Pavilion.

When he arrived at the Sword Pavilion, Lin Shen was on duty at the door.

Jiang Ming went to Suzhen Building, and he should have sent pills to Bai Suzhen.

Yang Mingxuan's face was pale, but his eyes were shining.

Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan didn't know where to go.

Han Muye took out the sackcloth and began to wipe the long sword in the Sword Pavilion.

While wiping the long sword, he collected the sword qi.

Now that Shou Yuan's problem has been solved, it is natural to quickly absorb more sword qi.

For most of the day, he collected more than 20,000 sword qi that had been scattered in the sword weapon before.

These sword qi combined with the shattered sword qi in the sea of qi, and condensed a sword intent.

"Senior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Han is here?"

There was a voice in front of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye walked over and saw a young man in a white robe standing in front of Lin Shen.

Qi Tao.

The son of Qi Mingyuan of Ling Juezong.

Now Qi Tao is already a disciple of the Fire Vein of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, and he worships under Su Yuanmen.

Some time ago, Tao Ran Ancestor was in the Sword Pavilion, and Su Yuan also brought Qi Tao to visit him.

"Senior Brother Han."

Seeing Han Muye, Qi Tao hurriedly bowed down and clenched his fists.

His ability to practice in the Nine Xuan Sword Gate was all due to Han Muye.

Their Ling Jue Sect's strength has greatly improved, and it is also the power of Han Muye.

Qi Mingyuan confessed that he had to be respectful to Han Muye.

In fact, there is no need to explain, Qi Tao will also be respectful to Han Muye.

After all, this Senior Brother Han is mysterious and powerful, with unimaginable connections and strength.

"Shizun asked me to tell my senior brother that there is no change in the various sects under the mountain at present, but it seems that the demon clan has some plans."

Most of the disciples of Huowei and Sanshizhai suppressed the demon clan at the foot of the mountain, and Han Muye privately asked Su Yuan to help pay attention to the movements of several sects, including Qingfeng Guan.

"Senior brother, the master said that the sect is preparing to negotiate peace with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect after a battle, and I am afraid that the two sides will have to do their best to tie up the Dan in this battle, and when the time comes, there may be variables."

Qi Tao said as he looked up at Han Muye.

When he himself listened to what his master Su Yuan said, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't wait to participate in this big battle immediately, now look at it, sure enough, Senior Brother Han already knew about these news.

The decisive battle between the two major sects of Dingding is the best opportunity to make a name for themselves under the two sects.

If you miss this battle, I am afraid that you can only accumulate battle merits in Fengshou Mountain.

Fengshou Mountain is much more dangerous than fighting with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Waiting for Qi Tao to leave, Han Muye turned his head to look at the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Lao Liu has been chattering with Gao Xiaoxuan recently, and he doesn't know what to do.

However, Han Muye gave Huang Lao Liu's jade slip last time, and he didn't return it.

It seems that he is already quietly cultivating.

That's a good thing.

I hope that these sects of Qingfeng Guan will not jump out, so that the dispute between the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect will be calmed down this time and there will be fewer twists and turns.

In this way, Huang Lao Liu'an can also be a sword watcher for ten years, mix the identity of a sect deacon, and then take the sixth sister-in-law back to his hometown and be a town guard.

Although this kind of life is bland, the most exciting thing is not bland?

In the afternoon, Tang Minglai, a disciple of the inner door, led Zhao Youzhi and others to the Sword Pavilion to see Han Muye.

Tang Ming took over the task of the sect and prepared to go down the mountain to the place of dispute with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

The situation has become clear, the last battle, do your best.

Han Muye helped Zhao Youzhi and them to point out some mistakes and omissions in swordsmanship, and made an appointment to wait for the battle to end and drink together.

In the next two days, the entire Jiuxuan Mountain was completely mobilized.

A variety of conquest missions emerge one after another.

"Tell me, why fight this one?" On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion Elder looked indifferent, looking at the sword light flying in the sky.

Han Muye stood in front of the window, his eyes looking into the distance.

"A big victory in this battle can suppress the luck of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect for decades."

Han Muye said lightly.

The Sword Pavilion Elder smiled and nodded.

"Yes, the general trend of the sect is about luck."

"In fact, the so-called luck is not an ethereal feeling."

His eyes narrowed, and the Sword Pavilion Elder said in a deep voice: "If this victory is over, the other sects in the Western Frontier will naturally look up to us. ”

"With a big victory in this battle, I have obtained countless goods and goods, and the cultivation expenses of the sect disciples can also be increased."

"With this victory, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect has been suppressed, and we have more initiative in our hands."

"With this victory, the disciples in the sect will be full of energy, and they will be more confident when they practice."

Looking at Han Muye, the Sword Pavilion Elder smiled and said, "Together, aren't these just luck?" ”

Han Muye nodded, looked at the figure walking slowly under the Sword Pavilion, and said in a low voice: "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and if one is successful, it will also be made by the white bones of Sensen." ”

"The thousands of sword weapons in the Sword Pavilion, the scars on those sword weapons, are the real luck, right?"

His words made the Sword Pavilion Elder's face stiffen.

Han Muye shook his head and walked downstairs.

He understands that the sect trains soldiers in battle.

If a cultivator does not go through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, how can he have the great perseverance to seek the Tao without fear of hardships?

Especially sword cultivation, it should be not afraid of life and death.

But these low-level disciples are also human beings......

"Hmph, as a superior person, how can you have the kindness of a woman?"

"You have to learn to look at the overall situation, the world is just a chess game for a few people after all!"

The voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder hating iron for not being steel sounded behind him.

Han Muye didn't bother to take care of him, walked straight downstairs, and went out.

You talk so much nonsense, why do you shrink into the third floor of the Sword Pavilion and not come out?

Coming to the stone steps, Han Muye looked at the emaciated figure in front of him, and said lightly: "Have you thought about it?" ”

The person in front of him was none other than the disciple of Santan Pavilion, Yang Shao.