On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell of the main hall to convene the elders to discuss the matter rang.

Sect Master Jin Ze, who had never shown up, personally presided over the proceedings, and then several Realm Enlightenment Peak Elders descended the mountain and headed in the direction of Han Muye.

Not only Jiuxuan Mountain, but many other sects that aspire to the position of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang have been dispatched by the younger powerhouses.

In the eyes of other sects, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect must be very meaningful.

The biggest possibility is to sharpen the sword before the rearrangement of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang.

Kendo immortals, before the nine factions are rearranged, use the young people of the various factions in Western Xinjiang to sharpen their swords.

On this day, countless young and strong people in Western Xinjiang left their own sects.

On this day, hundreds of battles took place in Western Xinjiang.

These young and strong men in Western Xinjiang are not just looking for Han Muye to fight.

When they meet each other, they will also shoot.

If you can be equal, it is natural to make friends.

If you can't stop other people's swords, then you should go back to your own sect and cultivate for a few more years.

In three days, Han Muye flew 50,000 miles, fought 180 battles in a row, and fired more than 500 swords.

Not a single defeat.

According to some statistics, Han Muye has never repeated his sword moves when he has made a sword.

Some people even say that under the sword of Han Qixian, no one can block the second sword.

The first sword cultivator of the young generation in Western Xinjiang has a resounding reputation.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, holding the flickering spiritual light of the communication jade slip, Tuoba Cheng's brows furrowed.

"What the hell does this kid want to do?"

The rearrangement of the nine factions is imminent, and they do not hide their strength, is this because there are not enough opponents?

"Hehe, you think you can control him?" At Tuoba Cheng's side, Kanazawa, who had silver hair like snow, smiled and spoke.

"If you want to become the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, how can you do it without a sharp edge?"

The first sword cultivation in Western Xinjiang.

A trace of fighting intent rose in Tuoba Cheng's body, and he was pressed down again.

He has developed into a self-confident talent, and his heart is extremely strong.

But he didn't dare to hope for the position of the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang.

Han Muye was very optimistic, and he also felt that as long as he endured and cultivated hard, he would eventually soar to the sky.

But not now.

"Don't think too much, in the end, I still need to have enough strength in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

Kanazawa's eyes were a little cloudy, but they seemed more intelligent and profound.

"As long as you step into the heavenly realm, all problems will be solved."

Jin Ze shook his head and said softly: "I really want to see that my Nine Xuan Sword Sect has the appearance of a Heavenly Realm Great Cultivator......"

Tuoba Cheng turned his head to look at him and said softly: "Actually, without this method, I can also do it within a hundred years-"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Ze had already raised his hand: "A hundred years, who will give me a hundred years of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate?" ”

Tuoba became silent.

In a few days, the cultivation world in Western Xinjiang was wonderful.

The genius disciple of the Taiyi Sword Sect defeated the sword cultivator who was blocking the path with one sword and walked away.

The three young disciples of the Spirit Dao Sect joined forces, and the ten realms were unable to block a single move.

The Young Sect Master of the Yuehua Sword Sect turned into the moon with a sword and killed five cultivators who were disrespectful to him.

Masters of various factions have sprung up, and there are countless of them.

Luoyun Mountain, Du Feng, the first master of the younger generation of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, defeated the first descendant of the Sanhua Sword Sect with one sword, and even his guard master, the eightfold master of the Earth Realm Enlightenment God was injured by three swords.

The name of Du Feng instantly chased after Han Muye.

The Infernal Dao Sect, the eighth of the original Nine Sects in Western Xinjiang, ranked slightly higher than the original Tailing Sword Sect.

In the battle of Yunchaoling, the Infernal Dao Sect suffered a lot of losses, and many sects deliberately picked it out of the position of the Nine Sects.

But on this day, Duan Yihong of the Infernal Dao Sect defeated three Realm Enlightenment Gods with one sword, and he challenged the five Enlightenment Gods Triple Powerhouse with one sword, all of which were defeated with one sword.

The name of the Daozi of the Infernal Dao Sect not only resounded, but also made many sects weigh whether to compete with the Infernal Dao Sect for the position of the Nine Sects.

Not only did Daomen sword cultivators get involved, but the seven disciples of Shangyang Demon Sect Sect Master Li Mubai, known as the White Devil's Son, Cai Peng, came from Yunchaoling.

The White Devil shot ruthlessly, not killing with one hit, but seriously injuring the opponent.

Even a Jindan double powerhouse who couldn't help but shoot was injured by it.

This Boundless Dao Sect's Jie Dan Master was not only seriously injured, but also was abolished by the Spirit Dao Sect master for violating the prohibition of the Spirit Dao Sect.

The Boundless Dao Gate was also approached by the three half-step Heavenly Realms of the Spirit Dao Sect, deprived of the qualification to participate in the ranking competition of the nine factions, and was severely fined tens of millions of spirit stones.

This attitude is obvious, the rearrangement of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang is a stage for the younger generation.

For a while, the cultivators in the Western Frontier were speculating about who these young powerhouses were the real number one.

Will these people meet before the rearrangement of the nine factions and have a big fight?

For five days in a row, every day there was news that a certain young powerhouse was defeated, and a certain unknown young master became famous in a battle.

Those big battle scenes came, lifelike and exciting.

Outside Jiuxuan Mountain, Bai Suzhen, who was wearing a green robe, stood in front of the cliff.

Behind her, the white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "Miss, that sword path immortal went to the Black Spirit Valley, the sect master's meaning, if he dies, the sect master can take action to destroy the Black Spirit Valley." ”

"If he doesn't die, either you lead him into the Shangyang Demon Sect, or there is no sword path immortal in this world."

He looked at Bai Suzhen's back and said softly: "Miss, you should know that this kind of talent cannot be left to the outer sect. ”

Bai Suzhen didn't understand his words, just looked into the distance.

Thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Mountain, there is a small city.

Jinyang City.

A year ago, this city was a mundane town.

Over the past year, many practitioners have come here, either to do business or to settle down, making the town a city of practice.

At this time, in the City Lord's Mansion, Lu Qingping, who was wearing a brocade robe, was teasing the babbling children.

"Huhu, when you grow up, you want to become a kendo powerhouse like your father-in-law."

"Your father is a big hero, and your father-in-law is a big sword cultivator, in the future, you must help your mother find your father."

The child waved his feet and hands, as if in response.

Western Xinjiang, Linghua Pavilion.

Dan Dao Dazong.

Mu Wan, who was already an elite of the inner gate, listened to the discussions around her while refining the elixir.

Kendo Immortal.

The first young generation in Western Xinjiang.

The first powerhouse of the future of Western Xinjiang Kendo.

This person is Senior Brother Han.

"Hum—"

Danding moved lightly, and a furnace of pills was formed.

Stretching out his hand, three crystalline pills appeared in his hand.

Yunqi Dan.

Immortals.

The old woman beside Mu Wan smiled and said in a low voice: "Mu Wan is really powerful, with this Dan Dao achievement, no one in the Western Xinjiang can match." ”

"Even that Kendo Immortal doesn't have the talent of our Mu Wan."

Hearing the old woman's words, Mu Wan shook her head, stood up and said, "Senior uncle, I'll go back and rest first." ”

After saying that, she slowly walked out of the Dan room and looked up at the sky in the distance.

Senior Brother Han's world is really exciting......

But what can he bring him?

……

Countless people are looking forward to having a master to let Han Muye make a second sword.

There are also countless people who are looking forward to a few strong people who have not been defeated to fight with Han Muye.

In the midst of these dazzling messages, Han Muye kept moving forward.

A day later, he finally came to the forbidden land of Western Xinjiang, the Soul Breaking Wasteland.

Back then, a strong man from outside the sky came, and the masters of Western Xinjiang blocked the enemy and fought here.

In that battle, the heavens and the earth were torn apart, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and countless people died in battle.

This soul-breaking wasteland has become a barren and strange place.

But it's just a legend, and no one can really tell.

"Back then, he was here, killing three powerhouses outside the realm with one sword."

Standing in front of the Broken Soul Wasteland, the Great Rock Daoist spoke softly.

Han Muye nodded.

He'd seen the battle before.

"Hehe, kid, do you know what kind of master will let him use the Shenyun Divine Sword?"

Shenyun Excalibur.

It was a sword weapon that was rarely used in Yuan Tianjianzun's hands.

This sword seems to have been given by his master.

"He didn't have an out-of-body eightfold or higher cultivation, so he didn't even have the interest in wielding that sword." The people of Dayan Dao opened their mouths lightly, and their words were full of arrogance.

Heavenly realm practice, primordial infant, out of the body, and god.

During the out-of-body period, it is said that the soul is condensed into a virtual body, and it can travel around the world.

The human body is the most spiritual body in the world.

Han Muye's divine treasure can cultivate sword qi and condense long swords.

But these are dead things.

To condense the soul into a real human body, such strength is unimaginable.

Only such a strong person is qualified to let Yuan Tian Sword Venerable use the Shenyun Divine Sword.

"On top of the magic weapon, it is a treasure that is difficult to find in the world."

"Shenyun Divine Sword is such a treasure."

Stretching out his hand and pointing to the wasteland in front of him, the Great Rock Daoist spoke softly: "If it weren't for the Shenyun Divine Sword killing three powerhouses outside the realm with one sword, this wasteland would have expanded by at least ten times. ”

"Those three powerhouses outside the realm are from a race, and they are good at infecting the earth and then attracting their own clan."

These allusions from 10,000 years ago are not told by the people of Dayan Dao themselves, and it is difficult for outsiders to know.

Han Muye could see the battle scene, but he didn't know why.

"The style of the predecessors is fascinating." Han Muye nodded, and the originally plain aura in his body began to rise.

In this fierce battle along the way, the sword intent on his body has become more and more pure, and it has converged and become invisible.

Looking at him now, he looks like a mortal scholar.

"Black Spirit Valley, it's in the center of the Broken Soul Wasteland, right?" Looking at the wasteland in front of him, Han Muye spoke.

The Great Rock Daoist nodded, "This is not a secret in the cultivation world. ”

"You go straight all the way, they should also know that you are here for the Black Spirit Valley."

Da Yan Daoren's face was complicated, and he looked at Han Muye and said, "If Zhao Yunlong is here, maybe you have a chance." ”

"But he's not here, it's very difficult for you to level the Black Spirit Valley."

"Maybe ......"

Maybe we'll be defeated.

Now Han Muye's momentum is flourishing, like a sword weapon is sharp.

At this time, his edge cannot be broken.

If he is defeated at this time, the way in his heart will be flawed in the future.

When it matters, your mood is impaired.

"I just want them to know I'm coming." Han Muye looked ahead, the sword light in his eyes was shining.

Sharpening his sword all the way, his battle intent has surged to the point that it is difficult to hide.

Now that you have the sword in hand, let's fight!

Flying up, Han Muye's body was like a big sun.

The aura cultivated by Jiuyang Gong is endlessly hot.

"The Black Spirit Valley cultivates grievances and kills the creatures of the Western Frontier, Han Muye is here to destroy this evil sect today."

The sound is like muffled thunder, resounding for thousands of miles!

In the distance, those young and strong people in Western Xinjiang who fell all the way were staring wide-eyed.

"He's really going to challenge the Black Spirit Valley......" A young man with a long sword with a complicated face, looking ahead, hesitating.

"What do you mean by a challenge? What he said was, extinguish. Another young man with a big sword on his back, his face was full of excitement, clenching his fists and roaring.

Destroy the Black Spirit Valley.

For thousands of years, no one has done this!

It was the kind of half-step Heavenly Realm great cultivator who also returned with a feather.

With Han Muye, is it possible?

"Hey, I'm still too confident." An old man in a gray robe stood at the head of the clouds, sighing softly and speaking.

"Uncle Shi, shouldn't you say that Han Qixian is proud of his heart?" Beside the old man, a young man wearing a lotus golden crown had a calm face and spoke lightly.

Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and said in a low voice: "If it is elsewhere, with Han Muye's current combat power and fame, he can really destroy it if he attracts the young people from Western Xinjiang." ”

"But this is the Broken Soul Wasteland, the Valley of the Black Spirit."

The old man turned his head to look at the golden-crowned young man, and said in a low voice, "The sect master said it, right?" Never follow Han Muye into the Soul Breaking Wasteland. ”

The golden-crowned youth nodded, his eyes narrowed: "I won't go." ”

"I'll just watch and see if Han Muye is dead or alive."

"If he comes out, I will not compete with him for a thousand years."

"If he dies in this Black Spirit Valley, three hundred years later, I will come back after I have cultivated to the heavens."

One by one, young powerhouses came to the Broken Soul Wasteland, and then stopped.

"Kendo cultivation can't be occupied by the fighting intent in your heart."

"A sword cultivator, when everything he does is only a sword and no self, then he is not far from falling."

"Today's Han Muye really regards himself as an immortal."

"It's the way to die."

The person who said this was a Jin Dan sevenfold sword cultivator.

Behind him, the two young sword cultivators had solemn faces and nodded slightly.

Countless young and strong men stood outside the wasteland, fighting each other, but they were cautious and restrained.

At this time, what everyone was waiting for was the battle of the Sword Dao Immortal Han Muye to destroy the Black Spirit Valley, what was the battle situation.

The first person of the young generation in Western Xinjiang, Han Muye, a sword immortal, can he get out of the wasteland alive?

On the second day when Han Muye walked into the wasteland, the ancestor of the Mu family and the peony fairy of Mushen City arrived.

The two of them stood outside the wasteland, their faces gloomy.

"This kid, why don't you wait a hundred years to come?" The ancestor of the Mu family had a calm face and spoke in a low voice.

Hearing his words, the peony fairy shook his head and said, "You and I are Dan Dao cultivators, I don't understand their way of sword cultivation, he should be looking for his own way." ”

The ancestor of the Mu family nodded, stood in place, and did not move forward.

This wasteland is not so easy to break through.

Among them, the erosion of the power of the divine soul by resentment is the heavenly realm, and it is a headache.

What's more, the ancestor of the Mu family and the peony fairy are both Dan Xiu and are not good at fighting.

"Senior Zhao, are we going in?" On the other side, Tang Yunhao, who was standing in front of the wasteland, spoke in a low voice.

Beside him was Zhao Yunlong, who was dressed in a white robe.

Behind them, there are several Orihuatang masters.

With Zhao Yunlong's move, the dominance of Zhehuatang was easily held by Tang Yunhao.

The former hall master of the Orihua Hall has been closed to death.

It's the kind of thing that never gets dead.

"When the master asked me to leave, he just had the confidence to face everything."

Zhao Yunlong shook his head, his eyes looked ahead, and there was a hint of sparkle in his eyes: "Do you know how this wasteland came from?" ”

How did it come about?

Tang Yunhao shook his head.

He was born in a casual cultivator, and he knew about the gossip circulating in the cultivation world, but it was really related to the general trend, and he had no way of knowing it at all.

"Back then, this was cut down by the master master with a sword." Zhao Yunlong spoke in a deep voice.

Master.

In his opinion, Han Muye, who had obtained the Yuan Tian Sword Venerable Sword Pill and was guarded by the Great Rock Dao people, was of course a disciple of Yuan Tian Sword Venerable.

Tang Yunhao's eyes widened, looking at the wasteland in front of him.

I don't know how many tens of thousands of miles of land is really cut out with a sword?

What kind of strong man is Han Qixian's master?

"Boom-"

In the middle of the wasteland, there was a roar and a bang.

Let's do it!

Everyone was eager to see what was going on in the wasteland.

It's just that the wasteland is vast, and the power of the divine soul is chaotic in it, and there is not the slightest trace to be seen.

I don't know where Han Muye is at this time and what the battle situation is.

"Boom-"

In the depths of the wasteland that outsiders couldn't see, Han Muye slashed down with the sword in his hand, repelling several black-robed people who were blocking the path in front of him.

Each of these people is a realm.

"Hehe, the first young generation in Western Xinjiang."

"Kendo Immortal."

"You do have the qualifications."

Among the black-robed people who were repulsed, someone sneered.

In all of them, there is a faint mixture of evil and resentment.

"You shouldn't have come to the Soul Wasteland."

"You have no idea what the Broken Soul Wasteland is."

The person who spoke out laughed, and his body suddenly exploded.

Not only him, but the others also exploded and turned into a gray and black resentment.

This resentment seems to have activated the entire Broken Soul Wasteland.

Endless resentment swirled towards Han Muye.

Grievances.

This is something that most practitioners in the world dare not touch.

Grievances hurt the spirit, as long as the soul is infected, the soul will be damaged at the least, and the body will be eliminated at the worst, blending with these grievances.

The resentment here is so strong, as long as it is contaminated, it will definitely die!

Cultivators in the world, how many people can carry the grievances here?

Resentment rolled, and a terrible ghost roared.

In Han Muye's view, this is the opportunity he found himself.

Resentment is chance.

The opportunity to repair Haoran's anger.

"Town."

The words fell, and the four elephant swords rose.

The green dragon and white tiger, the vermilion bird Xuanwu, the four elephants gather.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword light and Haoran Qi were infused, and the four elephant divine beasts turned into golden bodies.

"Town—"

The four elephant divine beasts condensed their bodies and blasted down.

All the resentment that had gathered was shrouded in golden light and pressed into gold.

Resentment transforms into haoran!

Endless resentment, all turned golden!

The resentment was suppressed, and a pale white shadow emerged.

It was in this soul-shattering wasteland that had been retained for countless years.

Some of these gods have demons, and there are demons.

Some of them fell during the Great War, and some of them were tortured and killed in the Black Spirit Valley for countless years.

Torrenting, thousands.

At this time, all the spirits were standing in their place.

"Seniors, juniors Han Muye, come to seek justice for you, and ask your seniors to help me."

Han Muye bowed towards these illusory figures and spoke loudly.

The apparitions did not respond.

But they didn't dissipate, it was a response!

Han Muye let out a long roar, causing the Four Elephants Sword Formation, with a magnificent golden light, and rushed forward.

At this moment, he no longer felt pity for his heroic spirit.

This whole wasteland has endless mighty energy!

The resentment was refined, and it was all turned into Haoran Qi.

The Phantom of the Dao followed him.

The power of the divine soul gathered, condensed into a dragon-like wind, with a tiger roaring and a dragon's roar.

All the grievances collided with this Canglong and the Four Elephant Arrays, and they were all integrated.

As if a snowball, the golden four-elephant sword array, the pale white and transparent dragon, became more and more prosperous.

The golden light and the silver-white halo seemed to illuminate the entire wasteland.

It is necessary to turn this soul-breaking wasteland, which has not seen the light for thousands of years, into a place of clarity.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter!

Three days later, before the dark and rolling valley.

"Boom-"

Ahead, a dark shadow slammed down.

It was a three-headed troll phant.

But before the troll phantom arrived, the phantom behind Han Muye converged into a thousand-zhang golden armor general, and shattered the phantom with one punch.

There is a great infusion of qi, and the resentment can only continue to subside.

Looking outside the wasteland, over the entire wasteland, resentment turned into a whirlpool, constantly surging.

Between heaven and earth, there is a pull of dark clouds and golden light.

"The ignorant are meaningless."

"If you really cultivate Haoran Qi, you can destroy my Black Spirit Valley?"

A voice sounded, and a ten-zhang black-armored demon body stood in front of the Four Elephant Sword Formation.

"When—"

The footsteps of the Four Elephant Sword Formation were finally blocked.

The Four Elephant Sword Formation shook and slowly blurred.

Half-step Heavenly Realm.

In the Black Spirit Valley, there really is a half-step heavenly realm.

Moreover, the foundation of this Black Spirit Valley's half-step Heavenly Realm cultivation is the Outer Demon Cultivation Method.

It's no wonder that these people of the Black Spirit Valley rarely communicate with the outside world.

They are the remnants of the cultivators who were outside the realm back then.

The resentment was intertwined with the white bones of the forest, and it exploded.

Countless Black Spirit Valley monks appeared in front of them.

One after another the souls roared.

The hands of these cultivators in the Black Spirit Valley were stained with the blood of the creatures in the Western Frontier cultivation realm.

Looking at this surging soul, Han Muye's eyes were intertwined with golden light.

Isn't sword cultivation just to make the world so uneven and gloomy, and there is nowhere to hide?

Sword cultivation, sword in hand, don't kill this evil cultivation, how different from scrap iron!

Today, the Valley of the Black Spirit will be destroyed!

On Han Muye's body, the sword intent soared into the sky.

Behind him, the Great Rock Daoist looked at him with a complicated expression.

Han Muye at this moment, in his eyes, looked like the Yuan Tian Sword Venerable who was rampant with a sword, only for the sword in his heart.

The exploding black demonic qi turned into a long knife.

The long knife appeared, and the endless coercion made Han Muye's figure freeze in place.

This knife is a collection of spirits and grievances.

This is the power condensation of a half-step Heaven Realm powerhouse.

This knife, under the half-step heavenly realm, will kill with one blow.

"Hum—"

The sword is like a wheel, and the ghost follows it.

The long knife swept over, shattering the body in front of Han Muye, where countless divine souls had gathered.

The spirit is wandering, and it is difficult to reunite.

The Shadow smiled.

This kind of pure soul is a great supplement.

"Thank you for these good things."

With a whisper, the demon shadow turned into a long snake and opened its huge mouth, endless suction to devour Han Muye and those divine souls.

This Demon Shadow of the Black Spirit Valley has already surpassed the half-step Heavenly Realm in cultivation.

If it weren't for the Western Frontier, it wasn't for fear of being discovered by the Heavenly Realm of the Heavenly Xuan World, it would have been able to take this step and become the Heavenly Realm.

The Demon Shadow Snake roared and roared, threatening to swallow the sky.

The entire wasteland shook, and beyond the wasteland, the shadow held up the sky.

Who can resist such a might?

Outside the wasteland, the original thoughts of those young and strong people to win faded.

Fortunately, he didn't have the impulse, and rushed into the wasteland with Han Muye.

In front of such a powerful demon, without the power of the half-step Heavenly Realm, he can't live.

In the wasteland, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the demon shadow that covered the sky.

Very strong.

Much stronger than he thought.

In today's battle, life and death are unpredictable.

But that's why he became more and more enthusiastic!

War!

The next moment, above Han Muye's head, a sword light rose brightly.

"Han boy, I'll go crazy with you."

"You envoy Kenmaru."

The voice of the Great Rock Dao man sounded, and then, one of the four sword pills flew out.

Kenmaru, Big Rock.

Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand, and poured the sword intent into the sword pill in the sea of qi.

"Holy!"

"When did you kid cultivate the sword momentum of the earth and stone vein!"

"It's so cool......"

"Lao Tzu feels invincible."

In the sword pill, the voice of the Great Rock Dao people is still obscene.

But a halo of earthy yellow light that looked like stars appeared, turning into a huge ball of light thousands of feet square.

The light struck through the shadow that covered the heavens and the earth.

"Dotted stars."

The people of Big Rock Road shouted.

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand.

Point Star.

Thousands of stars fly to the sky.

Then, smash down.

The giant snake transformed by the ten-zhang demon body raised its head and looked blankly at the thousand-zhang ball of light that smashed into him.

"Crazy......"

"Boom-"

The stars have fallen.

At this moment, the entire Broken Soul Wasteland was overturned.

The entire western Xinjiang roared!

A sword.

Earthquake in the western part of Xinjiang.