Spirit stones are actually small things.

Han Muye didn't believe that the No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang couldn't take out 10,000 high-grade spirit stones.

The Taiyi Sword Sect dragged on dividing these spirit stone debts into a hundred years, but it was just to have something to do with him and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Perhaps, this is also one of Tu Sunshi's layout backhands.

Without the Taiyi Sword Sect where Tu Sun Shi is in charge, I don't know how many years I can still be in the position of the first sword sect in Western Xinjiang?

Among them, the biggest threat to the Taiyi Sword Sect, except for the Wind Spirit Sword Sect where the sect master is retreating, isn't it the Nine Xuan Sword Sect?

As long as the Nine Xuan Sword Sect and the Taiyi Sword Sect secretly form an alliance, then they will have the qualifications to fight against the Wind Spirit Sword Sect together.

As for a hundred years later, Tu Sun Shi will return, Tu Sun Shi will not return, and the Taiyi Sword Sect will not have the heavenly realm yet, so the decline will decline.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and lit a wisp of sword qi on the paper scroll in front of him, leaving his own mark.

Sun Jinshi tore open the paper scroll, divided it into two, put away one copy, and solemnly handed the other one to Han Muye, and left the flying boat.

Han Muye accepted the scroll and closed his eyes to practice.

Ten days later, the flying boat returned to Jiuxuan Mountain.

This time, there were more than 1,000 disciples who returned with him.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The bell rings six.

Han Muye was dressed in a black robe, holding a broken sword in both hands, standing in front of the mountain gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Jin Ze, the sect leader with a much older face, led the elders and disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect to stand in line.

"In the battle of Yunchaoling, Lu Hao, the elder of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, used his body to block the demon, fearlessly sacrificed, and returned with a sword today."

Han Muye shouted loudly, and the entire Jiuxuan Mountain spread through.

He looked up and looked at the mountain gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

The four big characters of "Nine Xuanjian Gate" shine brightly.

This mountain gate, on behalf of a group of sword cultivators, is a group of sword cultivators.

A group of newspaper groups for warmth, a group of practitioners who pursue swordsmanship, and a group of cultivators who have swords in their hearts.

Life and death are important, and love and righteousness are valued.

The Tao in the heart is more important.

When Lu Hao helped Han Muye resist the big demon, he only said one sentence, "If you want to kill my disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, have you asked me if this Nine Xuan Sword Sect Supreme Elder has you?" ”

That's all.

Hundreds of years of practice, sacrificing one's life.

This is sword cultivation.

Outside of life and death, there is only one sword.

This sword, in the hand, in the heart.

The sword is broken, the body falls, and the heart does not regret.

There may be calculations, tilts, and indifference in the sword gate, but at this moment, everyone has a sword in their hearts.

"Welcome the sword into the Sword Pavilion—"

Jin Ze shouted, stepped forward, held Lu Hao's saber with both hands, and there was a surging of crystal water vapor in his eyes.

Han Muye, who had given the sword, turned around and walked towards the Sword Pavilion.

"Welcome back to Elder Lu Hao—"

Behind him, the Golden Vein disciple bowed towards the broken sword, and some people were already crying.

This is the practice.

This is the world of practitioners.

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Back in the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao, Lin Shen, Yang Mingxuan and others all greeted him.

Han Muye looked at everyone and did not speak.

Everyone stood in front of the Sword Pavilion, silent.

Sixth brother, Han Muye didn't bring it back.

Gao Xiaoxuan didn't come back either.

Although Huang Lao Liu has not fallen, he can transform into a big demon, and there is almost no possibility that the divine soul can finally return to clarity.

Even if you can restore the Qingming Divine Soul and go to the outside world, will you still have a chance to return?

Anyway, in Western Xinjiang, there is no legend of returning outside the boundary.

Not a single one.

Han Muye's gaze fell on Yang Mingxuan, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Sect Master Yang said, you don't need to collect the body for him. ”

"One day, you can regain the position of the sect master of the Mingshan Sword Sect."

Yang Mingxuan gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he nodded heavily.

Han Muye waved his hand, walked into the Sword Pavilion, walked up to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion step by step, and then sat behind the long case, looking up at the window.

He sat for three days.

For three days, not moving, not speaking.

Three days later, he got up and walked down the stairs and appeared on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Han is down, just now, Brother Lu is going to clean up a table of good dishes." Jiang Ming, who was sitting behind the long case, shouted.

At the door, Lu Gao paused, turned around and strode away.

Han Muye walked to the side of the long desk and stretched out his hand to unfold the books on the table.

The book, densely packed, is full of records of returning from sending swords.

From Fengshou Mountain to Yunchao Mountain, there are as many as a thousand disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Among them, Han Muye saw many names that he was familiar with.

Lu Yizeng.

Sun Dayong.

Tao Shiwu.

……

Lu Hao.

"The sect master personally placed Elder Taishang's sword on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion temporarily." Jiang Ming looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

In the Sword Pavilion, except for Han Muye, no one else was qualified to receive the sword weapon of the Supreme Elder.

Kanazawa personally sent the sword to the second floor for placement.

Han Muye nodded and closed the book.

Lugo came back quickly.

Liu Hong, who got the news from nowhere, also followed.

Everyone sat around the small table, looking at the table full of dishes, but no one moved.

This table is full, missing Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan.

Han Muye stretched out his hand, took out a small gourd, and then filled the wine glasses in front of everyone.

"On another day, I, Han Muye, will go to the outside of the world to find the sixth brother and Gao Xiaoxuan to return."

Han Muye picked up his wine glass and drank it all.

"I'm Lu Gao, I will go to the outside of the world to find the sixth brother and Gao Xiaoxuan to return."

"I, Lin Shen, will go to the outside of the world to find the sixth brother and Gao Xiaoxuan to return."

……

Everyone put the wine in their mouths, but they didn't taste it.

This wine is just a glass of water.

At the beginning, Lu Shi used water in exchange for Li San's sad wine.

Li San did not return to the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Together with Zhao Youzhi, she led Jiang Han and a few others to Zhongzhou with Lu Xiaoyun.

According to Lu Xiaoyun's words, she ran away.

Han Muye understood that whether it was Li San or Zhao Youzhi, their kendo cultivation talents were extraordinary.

In the battle of Yunchaoling, after seeing the crushing of the great monks, the desire for cultivation and combat power in my heart reached the extreme.

Leaving the Western Xinjiang and going to Zhongzhou, the holy land of cultivation, they had the opportunity to set foot in a realm that they had never dared to imagine before.

Han Muye was very happy that they could have such a choice.

Zhongzhou, he'll go too.

After a few sips of water and wine, the table full of dishes did not move much.

Watching Lu Gao and Liu Hong clean up the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks, Han Muye suddenly understood the original mood of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

Cultivation will eventually get farther and farther away from the mortal world.

He himself may rarely go downstairs to eat these mundane foods in the future.

Turning around the third floor of the Sword Pavilion and sitting cross-legged, Han Muye's body had a Dao sword aura rising from his body.

At this time, in his divine hide, there was a divine soul sword qi.

This divine soul sword qi was left by Mo Shenghua, the predecessor of the Sword Pavilion, and its strength was extremely strong.

In the sea of qi, there are also nineteen sword intents.

Two of them have become extremely powerful sword powers.

In the dantian, all the immortal pill power was consumed by ninety percent, and the residual power expanded his dantian space.

A vortex of spiritual energy was slowly spinning.

The first layer of the nine-layer gimbal is about to be filled with aura.

Three sword pills floated and sank, and a sword intent suppressed.

The aura is built with one layer, and it is about to reach two.

With the residual medicinal power of the immortal pill in the dantian, there is no need to practice, and the foundation building double can be achieved very quickly.

The strength of the body refining has not changed much, but after fighting again and again, the strength of the muscles and bones has been sharpened, and it has also improved a little.

Thinking of the strength of his muscles and bones, Han Muye raised his hand and held a severed arm in his palm.

The severed arm was shriveled up, leaving only a layer of gray and black armor, in which dark golden bones peeked through.

Demon arm bones.

The reason why Han Muye left this amputated arm bone was because he wanted to use this bone to practice his alchemy.

The light in his palm flickered, and a layer of flame rose.

This is the art of alchemy.

At the moment when the flames rose, another sword qi came out, encircling the arm bones.

The art of sword qi alchemy.

He raised his hand and moved, and a sword box fell in front of him.

This sword box contains the twin swords of Qing Ming and Ziyan.

Han Muye waved his hand, and the flames wrapped around the sword box.

The demon's arm bone turned into a golden streamer and landed on the sword box, slowly merging into it.

When the flames dissipated, there were more golden marks on the sword case.

Holding the sword box in both hands and carrying it behind his back, Han Muye grinned softly.

An oppressive force seeped through the sword casket.

This power continued to merge into his body, polishing his bones and blood.

Carrying the sword box on your back all the time can play a role in refining your muscles and bones without stopping.

The strength of this demon's arm bone is enough for him to refine his physical strength to the realm without worrying.

After refining the sword box, Han Muye took a deep breath, and the essence of his hands was full of light, attracting his own sword intent power.

"Hum—"

The sword intent in his dantian turned into cyan sword light, and three sword pills were arranged on his side.

With a flip of his hands, a tattered and rusty cyan iron umbrella fell in front of him.

As soon as the iron umbrella appeared, it seemed that it was unwilling to fly away.

Magic Treasure.

It is equivalent to the existence of a magic weapon.

Such treasures, if the imperial envoy is good, even the heavenly realm can be killed.

If Tu Sun Shi had such a treasure in his hand, I am afraid that the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness would weigh it.

"Hum—"

The three sword pills turned into stars, swaying their sword light and covering the iron umbrella.

The iron umbrella shook, and a black demonic qi rose in it.

The cyan sword light on Han Muye's head pressed down, but it was swept away by the demonic qi.

After trying several methods in a row, it was impossible to dispel the demonic energy in the iron umbrella.

Han Muye understood that this was not enough for his own cultivation.

Normal.

The Sword Pavilion has received a heavy sword weapon with deep resentment, and it has to be slowly suppressed and consumed, not to mention this magic treasure?

The sword light on his body was swirling, and the halo in Han Muye's hand flowed, leading the iron umbrella and walking down the third floor, straight to the middle of the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

A flash of golden light flashed, and his figure disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in a two-zhang ashram.

Here, it is the basement of the Sword Pavilion.

That is, the place where the white fox was suppressed.

It is also the location of the space passage of His Excellency the Sealing Town Sword.

Huang Lao Liu has been practicing here all the time.

The quiet room was empty, except for a small case, and there was a wooden frame in front of it.

Han Muye put the iron umbrella on the wooden frame, and a golden light fell directly on the iron umbrella, suppressing it with magic light.

This golden light was attracted by the power of the countless sword weapons of the Sword Pavilion, and the power was so strong that the demonic qi on the iron umbrella "sizzled", and it seemed to be eroded by force.

It doesn't take long for this kind of tempering to dissipate the demonic energy.

Glancing at the golden iron umbrella, Han Muye turned around and looked at the small case in front of him.

On the small desk, there is a palm-sized box and a wooden comb.

Lu Xiaoyun said that she had come to the Sword Pavilion to investigate, but she had not touched anything in the Sword Pavilion.

The things in the Sword Pavilion are related to Wenxiang, and they are not something she can move.

Han Muye looked at the wooden box on the small case, there was a hidden buckle at the opening, and there was a small hole.

He raised his hand, pulled the small black sword from his hair, and gently inserted it into the hole.

"Let's go."

The wooden box locks open.

Reaching out to open the wooden box, there were two strands of hair knotted together, and next to it, there was a yellowed paper roll.

Gently spread out the paper roll, on which is a line of clear small print.

"Green silk and white hair, with thousands of years."