Han Muye turned his head and looked at Tu Sun Shi.

He was a little embarrassed.

He had consumed the Divine Soul Sword Qi, but Tu Sun Shi gave him a sword qi, as long as it was refined, it would definitely be many times thicker than the previous sword qi.

He provoked Tu Sun Shi to save the Yuntai Dao Sect together, but Tu Sun Shi scraped the ground of Yuntai Mountain and promised to divide him into two.

Now, the people of the Yuntai Dao Sect have to thank him.

Han Muye can't be as thick-skinned as Tu Sun Shi, so he can accept this gratitude calmly.

"Ahem, senior, it's serious......" He said that his body shrank back, fell behind Tu Sun Shi, and then said loudly: "As a fellow in Western Xinjiang, Yuntai Mountain is besieged, and I feel the same way, shouldn't I make a move." ”

As soon as his words fell, the green robe underneath stretched his sleeves and shouted: "Han Xiaoyou said that he felt the same way, and said that he should make a move." ”

"Hundreds of thousands of fellow Daoists in the Western Frontier on Yunchao Ridge, I, the Yuntai Dao Sect, can only feel such feelings and morality from you."

"Han Xiaoyou's kindness, my Yuntai Dao Sect will never forget."

.

No wonder Tu Sun Shi scolded people when he took out his sword.

This old man of the Yuntai Dao Sect dug a pit for him.

No one went to the rescue on Yunchao Ridge, and sat back and watched the collapse of the Yuntai Dao Sect, this is to make the Yuntai Dao Sect unhappy, but you can't take revenge and use us as a gun, right?

When you say this, it seems that in the entire Yunchao Ridge, I, Han Muye, am a good person?

Isn't that offending?

At this time, on the entire Yunchao Ridge, those cultivators who were originally full of excitement and worship in their eyes looked at Han Muye again, and their expressions were full of strange emotions.

It's just you.

Tu Sun Shi laughed, gave Han Muye a look that you are still young, and then his body moved, dissipating in place.

Han Muye shook his head, arched his hand in the direction of the Yuntai Dao Sect, and then flew down and returned to the Nine Xuan Sword Gate station.

He thought about it, and when he had the opportunity to use the Yuntai Dao Sect to repay the favor in the future, he would definitely be welcome.

Use it vigorously.

It wasn't until Tu Sun Shi and Han Muye's figures disappeared into the Heavenly Realm that everyone in the entire Cloud Nest Ridge looked away.

Kendo Immortal, Han Muye.

It used to look like this.

At this time, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect had already scattered the sect and the sect under its rule, and sent a total of more than 300,000 people.

This scale accounted for nearly thirty percent of the number of people on Yunchao Ridge at this time.

Of course, this is just the number of people.

There are more than 200,000 casual cultivators and small sect cultivators, and they can really only make up the number of people.

Among the more than 200,000 people, most of them have been trained in Changmingshan, and tens of thousands of people are traitors who have just been recruited.

These people were scattered and disorderly, and Tang Chi led a group of Jiuxuanshan disciples to collect them.

On the cliff, leaning on the stone wall, Li San had a sneer on his face, looking at the chaotic cultivator station in the distance.

"See, this is the sect."

"Then Tang Chi has his role, so Elder Taishang will still reuse him."

A look of disgust flashed in Li San's eyes, and he turned his head away from looking.

Han Muye stared at it for a while, and saw that those Jiuxuan Mountain disciples were quickly organizing people and forming a phalanx under Tang Chi's arrangement.

These things are Tang Chi's strengths.

On the other hand, Li San and his descendants did not bother to deal with loose cultivators and small sect cultivators at all.

Let them manage a group of low-level cultivators, who would rather kill a few more people on their own.

When the sect employs people, it is not good and evil that is considered, but ability.

For the great cultivators who have practiced for countless years such as the Supreme Elder, they only look at whether the person who uses it has anything usable on their bodies.

Han Muye's gaze swept over and saw that some sturdy soldiers-like people were all arranged in the phalanx.

He frowned, thinking about it and not saying more.

Although these soldiers of the Red Flame Army rebel inheritance had other thoughts, they were all cultivators in the Western Frontier at this time, and it was understandable that they were trained in the phalanx.

Even those who rebelled against the sect were also made up.

Besides, these low-level cultivators are just cannon fodder.

After seeing the methods of the Heavenly Realm powerhouse, Han Muye had an extra layer of enlightenment in his heart.

A truly strong person doesn't care about the number of low-level cultivators, nor does he care about their life or death.

Tu Sun Shi turned into a sword river with a sword outside the Yuntai Dao Sect, and he didn't know how many low-level demon clans in the Southern Wilderness had been killed.

Who cares if these low-level demon clans live and die?

Thinking of the demon clan outside Yuntai Mountain, Han Muye raised his head and looked ahead.

Demon clouds condensed into pillars of clouds, floating hundreds of miles away.

The look on his face turned solemn.

Five Heavenly Realm Great Demons.

After killing a Heavenly Realm and injuring a Heavenly Realm Great Demon with all his might, the Southern Wilderness pressed to the front line, and there were five Heavenly Realm Great Cultivators.

And in the Western Frontier, all the Heavenly Realms together, there are only four.

If it weren't for Tu Sun Shi's sword slashing a Heavenly Realm, making the other party jealous, at this time, on Yunchao Ridge, I am afraid that there would already be a battle.

That Heavenly Realm Great Demon was killed by Han Muye, but the credit was all counted on Tu Sun Shi's head.

Who believes that a young junior disciple has the ability to kill the Great Demon of the Heavenly Realm?

If you really want such a character, then wouldn't the hundreds of years of cultivation of countless strong people inside and outside this Yunchao Ridge be cultivated to dogs?

The Great Demon of the Heavenly Realm was Han Muye's shot to kill, and the revenge was counted on Tu Sunshi's head.

"When—"

The crisp bell rang on the Cloud Nest Ridge, and a figure flew away.

The elite of the Taiyi Sword Sect in a white robe, Sun Jinshi flew down in front of the cliff.

He had a complicated expression on his face, and bowed his hand to Han Muye and Li Sanyi: "Senior Brother Han, Senior Sister Li, the various sects on Yunchao Ridge are deliberating, and the ancestor asked me to invite you to attend." ”

After speaking, he bowed to Han Muye again and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Han, I have no eyes and beads, and I am here to make amends to you." ”

The elite juniors of the Taiyi Sword Sect, the young sword cultivators who are known as the blameless of all laws, actually bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes today, which is really rare.

Li San turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Senior Brother Sun, you are also a fellow Daoist in Western Xinjiang, so you don't need such a lot of courtesy. ”

Sun Jinshi raised his head, looked at Han Muye and said, "Senior Brother Han has a lot, I still have to summon others." ”

"Farewell."

After speaking, his body moved, turned into blue light and flew away.

"How do you think he bowed his head, it's just that he got the benefit of your sacrificial sword refining weapon." Li San said quietly and strode towards the top of Yunchao Ridge.

When Han Muye killed the Great Demon of the Heavenly Realm, he led ten thousand swords to grow into a dragon, and those swords were contaminated with the power of the Great Demon's qi, blood, and soul, and the quality improved a lot.

Whether they want to or not, the owners of those sword weapons have won Han Muye's favor.

Han Muye smiled, there are not many favors that can be realized.

"This kind of discussion is to discuss who dies first and who has more blood."

Li San, who was walking in front, spoke lightly and hit the nail on the head.

Isn't that so?

If there is a big victory, it can also be said to discuss how to distribute supplies and loot.

Now that the situation is difficult, we are struggling to support it, and it is not a matter of assigning someone to bear more pressure.

As Li San said, whoever dies first will die more.

This third sister is really thorough.

Han Muye shook his head and walked over.

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The big tent of deliberation is also lenient, and there are long cases and seats among them.

Walking into it, Han Muye could see the great monk with solemn faces in his eyes.

Those who can enter this big tent, except for him and Li San, a few low-level juniors, the others are at least the peak of enlightenment.

The top position was Tu Sun Shi, who was sitting still, and next to him, Yang Dingshan, the green-robed Taoist of Yuntai Dao Sect, and Lu Hao and others were all sitting there with a calm face.

In this big tent, there was one Heavenly Realm, nine half-step Heavenly Realms, and dozens of other strong men.

This power is already equivalent to the strength of the Western Xinjiang cultivation world.

Of course, whether these people can work together or not, that's another story.

Han Muye and Li San walked in, and many people's eyes fell on the two of them.

Some people smile and nod, others don't change their complexion.

Not far away, an old man beckoned to Han Muye with a smile.

Han Muye and Li San walked over and sat beside him.

Sun Mu, the elder of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, the leader of the elder who went to Fengshou Mountain for the first time.

His cultivation has long been stagnant, and under the wear and tear of longevity, time is running out, and now he can be regarded as exerting his residual heat for the sect.

Han Muye and Li San went over, greeted each other in a low voice, and then sat down and looked at the characters in the big tent.

"A sword floats Li Xixi, sword path immortal Han Muye, hehe, not bad, not bad."

Sun Mu looked at Han Muye and Li San with a kind smile on his face.

"Your cultivation is a combat power, and among the young people in Western Xinjiang, you can rank in the top ten."

Top 10.

Han Muye knew that among the various sects in Western Xinjiang, there would be some heritage.

For example, in the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, Deng Chungang, who has only heard of fame, and there are several masters who are in the forefront of the inner gate.

The Spirit Dao Sect and the Taiyi Sword Sect, those big sects definitely have hidden powerhouses.

Han Muye looked up and saw a girl wearing a white dress with a cold face on the opposite side.

Next to the girl, there was a thin Taoist wearing a green robe.

Frozen in the world, Luo Xiaoyu, a genius of the Spirit Dao Sect.

Impermanence hand Chen Er, a dark horse figure in casual cultivation.

Seeing Han Muye looking over, the two people on the other side nodded their heads, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, time is urgent, and the discussion is not just a formality." Above, the old man sitting beside Tu Sun Shi stood up and arched his hands around.

Zheng Wangyuan, a half-step Heavenly Realm elder from the Spirit Dao Sect who came here.

The Lingdao Sect is the largest sect in Western Xinjiang, although Tu Sun Shi is here, but it is the Lingdao Sect who presides over the defense.

In fact, it was Tu Sunshi who was too lazy to take care of these miscellaneous things.

He prefers to go straight to the sword.

"A total of 387 large and small sects have gathered on the front line of Yunchaoling, and there are more than 1.36 million cultivators from all sides."

Zheng Wangyuan said that the number was huge, but the expression on his face was not relaxed.

"It seems that there are a lot of people, but in fact, compared to the demon army, we are still a lot weaker."

"The demon clan on the opposite side has a total army of nearly two million, including five in the Heavenly Realm and seventeen in the Half-Step Heavenly Realm."

His words made the atmosphere in the big tent even more somber.

How to deal with such an adversary?

"My Spirit Dao Sect is already preparing to issue another mobilization order."

Zheng Wangyuan looked at the big tent and said in a deep voice: "Don't expect the Southern Wilderness to stop this time, they really have the heart to annex the Western Frontier." ”

Speaking of this, he took a deep breath and said: "The intelligence of the Southern Wilderness has come, Zhongzhou Xuanyang Wei has attacked the Southern Wilderness, and there is a tendency to unify the Southern Wilderness. ”

"The Southern Desolation Demon Clan intends to move west."

Move west!

Where to move?

Naturally, it is the western frontier.

Fighting for turf has always been life and death, and there is no reason for coexistence.

What's more, if the demon clan wants to come to the Western Frontier, it will not be for the purpose of coexisting with the cultivators of the Western Frontier.

In the big tent, there was more war spirit in the solemn atmosphere.

This is a matter of life and death in the Western Xinjiang cultivation world, and there is no escape.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are guarding Yunchaoling, and it only takes three months for reinforcements from the rear to arrive."

Zheng Wangyuan looked around, nodded to Master Tu Sun, and continued: "I have asked Senior Brother Tu to make the defense arrangements for each faction as follows. ”

"The Mingshan Sword Sect is stationed on the west side of Yunchao Ridge for three miles."

"The Wind Spirit Sword Sect guards the mountain hill on the west side of Yunchao Ridge for five miles."

"The Spirit Dao Sect is responsible for the top of the mountain, which is ten miles."

……

"Jiuxuan Sword Gate, responsible for the bottom of the Yunchao Ridge, the forward position, Bali."

……

When he walked out of the big tent, the masters of all parties flew away.

Han Muye looked at the sky and took a deep breath.

"So, the 200,000 army that Tang Chi organized and trained was just to send him to death?" He turned his head and looked at Lu Hao, who was walking slowly.

"Just make the most of it." Lu Hao's face was indifferent, and his gaze fell on Han Muye.

"Between you and him, you proved yourself with strength."

"He can only prove it with his own blood."

Looking at Han Muye's face, Lu Hao said lightly: "You are in a battle for the identity of the future leader of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, is it a treat to dinner?" ”