The sword light exploded!

Meteorite shatters!

Thousands of miles of land, rolling like waves!

Point the stars, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, imitating the general trend of the falling stars, and under one blow, the earth is cracked for thousands of miles.

This kind of power cannot be possessed by the terrestrial.

It is the heavenly realm, and under the double weight of the yuan and infant, it cannot break the earth and thousands of miles with one blow.

Between heaven and earth, smoke and dust filled the sky.

The dark Soul Breaker Wasteland turned yellow.

In this muddy yellow, there is the smell of earth.

This aura has not spread in the Broken Soul Wasteland for countless years.

This is the breath of the earth, the breath of life.

With one blow, the entire Black Spirit Valley was smashed into the ground.

No matter how strong they are, they all turn into powder together.

These evil cultivators who refine their souls and cultivate grievances deserve such retribution.

The clouds rolled, and endless vibrations spread out from the wasteland.

Outside the wasteland, those strong people who were waiting all changed color and flew back sharply.

The power of this impact is too strong, and it triggers the changes in the power of the celestial phenomena and the earth's veins, whether it is the earth's realm enlightenment or the veins, they are all suppressed by the will of heaven and earth at this moment.

The wasteland rolls, and the western frontier shook.

Western Xinjiang, the mountain gate of the Lingdao Sect.

The rolling green hills are full of fairy spirit.

"Boom-"

Above the sky, there was a huge bell sounding.

Then on the top of the mountain, a golden curtain of light sprinkled down, enveloping the entire mountain gate within a radius of hundreds of miles.

At the moment when the light curtain was scattered, the heavens and the earth roared and shook, and the earth shook, as if the heavens and the earth were about to overturn.

In the light cover, in front of a magnificent hall, several old men in green robes stood side by side.

"The Western Xinjiang is shaking, fighting like this, at least it is the combat power of the Heavenly Realm." In the lead, an old man with a gray beard stared at the dust rising in the distance, and spoke in a deep voice.

Western Xinjiang cultivators, who doesn't pay attention to the battle in the Black Spirit Valley at this time?

As the largest sect in Western Xinjiang, the Spirit Dao Sect was extremely familiar with the battle situation at this time.

It was precisely because of this understanding that this half-step Heavenly Realm Spirit Dao Sect Elder would shake in his heart.

"It really makes sense that my Spirit Dao Sect has been suppressing the Nine Xuan Sword Sect for thousands of years." On the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a purple crown spoke with a smile on his face.

"The Sword Pavilion inheritance of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect has really completely broken the rules of the cultivation world."

"One Jiazi condenses one sword, and fights against the heavens."

"If this kind of inheritance is really prosperous, how can other families live?"

Hearing his words, many people nodded.

The Spirit Dao Sect and the Taiyi Sword Sect, as well as the Shangyang Demon Sect, have always had a tacit understanding to suppress the Sword Pavilion.

The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion has never really flourished.

Today, it's right.

How long has Han Muye only been in the Sword Pavilion? There is such combat power.

If there are a few more Han Muye in the Sword Pavilion, then the Western Frontier will not be decided by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect?

"Hehe, fortunately, there is only one Han Muye," the Taoist who stood first smiled and said softly: "What's more, after today's battle, how much combat power does he have?" ”

The cultivation of the Sword Pavilion is all about depleting the sword energy of the Divine Soul in exchange for combat power.

Han Muye was famous in Yunchao Ridge at the beginning, in addition to his unparalleled kendo talent, he also relied on his divine soul sword qi to join forces with Tu Sun Shi to fight against the demon clan powerhouses.

Han Muye's own cultivation is not worth mentioning.

His Divine Soul Sword Qi was cleanly depleted, and with his own sword path cultivation alone, even if he could fight beyond the ranks, it was only the combat power of the Realm Channel.

This level is not too bad among peers.

But in the entire Western Xinjiang, there are countless people who can beat him.

Even if Han Muye survives today, he is still a mortal.

"You say, did the Nine Xuan Sword Sect deliberately let Han Muye abolish his cultivation so that my Spirit Dao Sect could be relieved?" A Taoist looked around and whispered.

This kind of thing has been done many times by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

In the eyes of the Spirit Dao Sect, what the Nine Xuan Sword Sect did was like the gecko with a broken tail, always thinking that he was smart and could escape the suppression by self-harm.

In fact, for so many years, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect has never really risen.

"Wait for the Great Elder to decide." Ahead, someone spoke lightly.

Great Elder.

Wanhua real person.

Wanhua Zhenren who is currently in retreat.

At this time, in the secret room of the mountain behind the Spirit Dao Sect, a Wanhua real person with a stirring aura slowly opened his eyes.

There was a cyan glint in his eyes.

"Kendo Immortal Han Muye?"

"At the beginning, my incarnation in Qingmang Mountain fell, why did I always feel that it had something to do with this person?"

"It's a pity that I couldn't feel all the incarnation information that I used to use that sword technique at the beginning."

On the body of Wanhua Dao people, the slightest aura is intertwined, and it seems to be uncontrollable and rampant.

The fall of the incarnation has done him a lot of damage.

"Western Frontier, Tianxuan World, even if my Spirit Dao Sect wants to leave Western Frontier, I can't leave empty-handed."

"Those who should be taken away must be taken away, and those who should be killed cannot be kept."

Whispering softly, Wanhua Daoist raised his hand, and the cyan aura covered the space in front of him.

There is no hurry.

When he gets out of the customs, it is time to sweep through the western frontier and loot resources.

……

Western Xinjiang, on top of a cliff.

An old man in a black robe looked into the distance.

And over there, smoke and dust rose to cover half of the heavens.

This place is too far away from the Black Spirit Valley, and I can only feel the vibration slightly, as well as the rise of smoke and clouds, and the rest, I can't feel it.

The old man's eyes were deep, and he whispered softly.

"Big Rock?"

"This kid is also so tough?"

"I'm also curious, what kind of junior can make Big Rock surrender."

"At the beginning, this kid was a ...... that no one looked down on except the master."

Looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, the old man turned his head and looked at the mountains behind him.

On his body, a dignified sword light flashed, and then disappeared.

"The master asked me to guard the Western Frontier, and when the person who can really rule the Western Frontier appears, I can go to the fairy world to find him."

"It's been six thousand years, Kendo Immortal, I hope you don't disappoint me."

……

A blow in the Broken Soul Wasteland shattered the entire Black Spirit Valley.

Han Muye stood in the void, with no sadness or joy on his face.

A sword that has been cultivated for a long time is consumed, and in exchange for a sword that smashes thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

This is sword cultivation.

"Happy......"

A sword pill swayed and floated back in front of Han Muye.

The Great Rock Dao man appeared, with a hint of red tide on his face, and his legs were floating.

"From that time when I killed cultivators outside the realm and slashed mountains and rivers with a sword, I haven't been so happy for eight thousand years."

The Great Rock Daoist looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression on his face.

"You, there's a chance."

There is a chance.

Is there a chance to become the next Yuan Tian Sword Venerable, or is there a chance to surpass Yuan Tian Sword Venerable?

Or is there a chance to become the master of the people of Oiwado?

Han Muye chuckled lightly and reached out to hold the sword pill.

The sword just now, pouring a sword momentum, borrowed the general trend of heaven and earth.

This kind of swordsmanship is also an unimaginable accumulation of experience for him.

Isn't the cultivation of the world just such a step-by-step exploration?

Seeing that the smoke and dust around him slowly subsided, Han Muye's body moved and flew back.

Since this Black Spirit Valley has been leveled, there is no need to linger any longer.

After this battle, he had no interest in fighting other cultivators anymore.

Back to the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

The figure moved, and the sword light streaked through the void.

At this time, thousands of miles away, countless cultivators could no longer hold back and flew away to the wasteland.

Everyone wants to see how this battle will turn out.

Is it the Kendo Immortal Han Muye who won and pacified the Black Spirit Valley, or is the Black Spirit Valley unharmed, and the Kendo Immortal folds his sword here?

Above the sky, there is a streamer.

On the Broken Soul Wasteland, the yellow and dim light was also sinking, revealing the azure of the sky.

Could it be, is it really the kendo immortal who won?

"Sword light!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

It's sword light!

Ahead, a crystal sword light swept across the sky, cutting through the flowing clouds.

Sword Repair!

The sword cultivator here must be the sword path immortal Han Muye!

It's the kendo immortal who wins!

Black Spirit Valley, it's gone!

"It's Han Muye!"

"Oh my God, is there really such a sword powerhouse in the world, with the power of one person, to destroy the Black Spirit Valley?"

"My generation of sword cultivation, when you run rampant for thousands of miles, slay demons and eliminate demons, you should be like this!"

Countless people cheered.

At this moment, all sword cultivators had this irrepressible joy in their hearts.

This is a great victory for sword cultivation!

"Kendo Immortal!"

Someone shouted.

Then countless people cheered.

"I really didn't expect that this kid could level the Black Spirit Valley on his own." Standing in the void, the ancestor of the Mu family stroked his beard and said softly: "I remember, he and my Mu Wan seem to have a good relationship......

On his side, the peony fairy's eyes lit up, and he reached out and pinched the ancestor's waist: "Old man, why didn't you arrange this kind of thing earlier?" ”

Tang Yunhao and Zhao Yunlong stood together, looking at the sword light flying in the distance, with a look of amazement on their faces.

"This is the Kendo Immortal."

"Sword Dao cultivators in the world should be like this."

Zhao Yunlong turned his head to look at Tang Yunhao, and said in a low voice: "You are in the dark, there is light in your heart, and the master will give you a road to heaven." ”

Tang Yunhao nodded and clenched his fists slightly.

One person, one sword, one big sect.

Those who dare not do it, those who dare not kill it, those who dare not think about it, just a sword!

This is sword cultivation.

He remembered what Han Muye had told him at the beginning.

Sword cultivation, beware of a sword in your heart.

Above the sky, Han Muye, who was transformed into sword light, had no sadness or joy on his face.

It was as if he had become two people.

One person harnesses the sword light, and the other, suspended for nine days, looks at the heaven and earth below.

This is a manifestation of the realization of the way of heaven.

Gather momentum for 100,000 miles and slash the evil demon with a sword.

After this sword, his way approached perfection.

So, at this time, he was enlightened.

But the more this is the case, the more he feels that there is a lack of avenues in this world.

What's missing?

Han Muye's gaze fell below, the wasteland that had been covered by loess dust and sand.

The wasteland, or the wasteland.

Yes, it's still the wasteland.

Wrong!

Han Muye's figure froze, and the sword light stopped in place.

After destroying the Black Spirit Valley, the entire wasteland was shattered, how could it still be that wasteland?

The wasteland should be the same as any place in the western frontier, with aura, vitality, and the breeding of all creatures.

But the wasteland is still the wasteland.

Outside the Demon, Devouring the Heavenly Dao!

The real backdrop here is not the Valley of the Black Spirits, but the demons hidden beneath the 100,000-mile wasteland!

Han Muye stood in mid-air, his eyes revealing endless killing intent.

Behind him, the sword light slowly emerged.

The cyan sword light revealed the light of the heavens and the earth.

The sword light is too strong, turning into the sun!

"He, what's wrong with him?"

Seeing Han Muye standing in place, the sword light on his body surging, everyone was stunned.

The Black Spirit Valley has already been destroyed, why do you still need to use the sword?

Could it be that it is not enough for him to destroy the Black Spirit Valley, but also to destroy other sects?

"No, could it be that he was rushed into the Divine Treasure by the sword intent, and the killing intent fascinated his mind?" Someone exclaimed, and his footsteps stepped back.

"It's possible, the sword intent is too strong, fascinating the mind, turning into a sword demon, this kind of thing, it's not unprecedented."

Some people say that they are busy and retreat.

How terrible it is to be enchanted by the sword.

Such a sword demon can only kill with a sword in his heart, and the whole person is controlled by the sword, immortal and indestructible.

"I remember, the Sword Pavilion inheritance, five hundred years ago, there were masters who were controlled by the sword." Someone shouted.

"Yes, five hundred years ago, Yu Shanqing, the elder of the Sword Pavilion, cultivated the sword technique of the Sword Pavilion, and finally controlled it by the sword, turned into a sword demon, and killed more than 30 sword watchers in the Sword Pavilion in one day."

"The kendo immortal is enchanted!"

Everyone shouted and stepped back.

However, their bodies seem to be out of control.

The first to discover that something was wrong was the ancestor of the Mu family and the peony fairy.

"This is, the power of the Heavenly Dao is suppressed!"

The ancestor of the Mu family had a solemn face, looked down and looked down, his eyes revealing fear: "Broken soul wasteland, the power of heaven and earth must also be cut off, the legend back then is true!" ”

His words caused an uproar among the cultivators around him.

Before everyone could exclaim, a shuddering force surged below.

The ground rolled, and the skeleton of a four-legged beast ten thousand feet tall slowly stood up.

"Hehe, in this world, there are people who can see through the hiding of the deity."

"Rare."

Among the bones of the beast, a voice was heard.

The sound vibrated and shook the figures on the heavenly dome, making it difficult to control the sword light aura.

This is the suppression of the divine soul and the Great Dao.

The power of this giant beast's bones has far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The dust scattered, and the skeleton was revealed.

Ten thousand feet on four feet, with scattered scale armor on his body.

On the skull, a piercing sword mark was in the middle of the eyes.

At this time, in the eye sockets of the skeletal beast, there were cyan flames.

"Actually, you can leave."

The fangs in the beast's mouth glowed with a cyan aura.

The flames in the eye sockets were thrown in the direction of Han Muye.

"All I need is the souls of these races, and I didn't want to keep you."

Han Muye's figure was already above the void at this time, completely out of the control of this giant beast.

If you want to go, turn around and leave at this time.

The words came out of the giant beast's mouth, and the cyan phantoms on its body rose one after another, rushing around.

"Soul Eater!"

Someone looked at the green shadow and shouted in panic.

Soul Eater, devouring the soul of the gods, possessed as a human.

The power of these demons is not strong, but they specialize in attacking people's souls.

Cultivators in the world, before reaching the late stage of enlightenment, it is difficult for the power of the divine soul to resist the devouring of the soul devouring demon.

What's more, the Soul Eater Demon rushed into the cultivator's divine treasure, and it was not one, but several or even dozens.

It was the Heavenly Realm, and the Divine Soul couldn't stop hundreds of Soul Eaters from biting and devouring it.

"This is the Soul Eater Demon Shadow, the great demon that ravaged the Western Frontier three thousand years ago!"

"No, it's an evil demon, an evil demon other than Tianxuan, who set off a catastrophe in the Western Xinjiang back then, and finally disappeared, it's here!"

Countless exclamations of fear rang out.

The cultivator's body was frozen, and there was no way to escape.

The methods of the Soul Eater are extremely terrifying in the legend.

They devoured the spirits, took control of the physical body, and then pretended to be cultivators to survive.

Outsiders didn't know that he had been devoured by the Soul Eater.

"This is the Heavenly Demon." The Mu family ancestor's eyes shone brightly, and he said in a low voice: "Peony, if you can't get out, I will blow up the power of my soul and send you away." ”

Beside her, a trace of complexity flashed on the peony fairy's face, and she didn't nod or speak.

Below, the Soul Eaters were getting closer.

"Actually, in the Western Frontier, there are countless cultivators who are controlled by you, right?"

Han Muye whispered in his mouth.

He remembered some strange things that he had not understood at first.

At the beginning, there were always a few swords in the Sword Pavilion, and their owners died strangely.

Not only the Sword Pavilion, but also other sects, there are also such people.

Han Muye raised his hand and pulled out the black sword inserted in his hair.

His gaze fell on the massive skeleton.

"Han Muye, think clearly, this is a heavenly demon that has been rampant for ten thousand years." The voice of the Great Rock Dao man came.

The figure of the Great Rock Dao appeared beside him, and said in a low voice: "Back then, he didn't kill him with a single sword, leaving behind trouble. ”

This Heavenly Demon was one of the three out-of-realm overhauls who were killed by Yuan Tian Jianzun back then.

It's just that this Heavenly Demon quietly survived with a secret method, and also occupied the bones of another big demon.

"You're leaving, it's still too late." The Great Rock Daoist took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Back then, he also encountered a strong enemy and had to retreat temporarily. ”

Cultivating swords is not for the sake of death.

Sword cultivation, rigid is easy to break.

There is no shame in leaving today.

The Heavenly Demon left behind in ancient times is not its opponent, normal.

Today, these countless cultivators actually have little to do with Han Muye, they are the ancestors of the Mu family, and they are only familiar with each other, and they can't be regarded as life-saving friends.

If he leaves today, Han Muye's Dao heart will not be damaged much.

Hearing the words of the Great Rock Daoist, Han Muye chuckled.

Walk?

How can you walk before the sword is out?

In his palm, the black sword vibrate.

"Daoist Oiwa, can you help me again?"

Help?

The people of Dayan Dao looked at Han Muye, gritted their teeth and said: "Lao Tzu is considered to have accepted his fate, if he doesn't die this time, he will recognize you as the master in the future." ”

After saying that, his body turned into a breeze and landed on the black sword.

Han Muye laughed and stepped forward.

"This is what you've been looking for, right?"

Han Muye shouted in his mouth, on the black sword, there was the power of space circulating.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the flames in the eyes of the giant beasts below condensed, and all the Soul Eaters who rushed out surrounded Han Muye.

"Give it to me."

"I'm leaving this world."

The giant beast roared wildly, and its body flew into the sky.

"You want this sword?" Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and he opened his hand easily.

"It depends on whether you can block my sword."

He has one hand behind his back and the other pointing lightly forward.

At this moment, in his mind, the picture of Mo Yuan taking out his sword and the appearance of Yuan Tian Jianzun making a move coincided together.

The way of the sword is reasonable, and the different paths lead to the same end.

There is a sword in the heart, and it is indomitable.

I have a sword in my hand, may this world be peaceful.

"Boom-"

Three sword intents rose.

This is the sword intent condensed in Han Muye's dantian.

The previous consumption, the current all, is here.

"Three Sword Intents!"

"Han Qixian has already condensed the three sword intents, such a means, the younger generation, no one can be defeated!"

Looking at Han Muye's three magnificent sword lights, everyone's eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

"Han Qixian, you, let's go......" someone whispered.

Han Muye, who has three sword intents, left today, and he is still the first person among the young people in Western Xinjiang.

Stay, can you not die?

"Nine Xuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion Han Qi Immortal, your sword today, if I can live in March, I will definitely repay with death." Someone looked at Han Muye, who was coming from the retrograde, and clenched his fists.

Before life and death, how many people can go against the grain?

"At the beginning, on the Cloud Nest Ridge, you went retrograde and took out your sword under the siege of the Heavenly Realm."

"Today, before the Heavenly Demons, you are still not afraid."

"You are the real sword cultivator."

The person who spoke had a solemn face.

He stared at Han Muye, who was coming retrogradely, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoists, today Han Qixian went retrograde with his sword, after a sword, how about we help him leave this place?" ”

"Isn't what my generation of cultivators want is to have a happy heart and a clear mind?"

"I, Liu Shengyu, am willing to blow up my soul cultivation and help Han Qixian leave, but there are like-wishers?"

Self-detonating divine soul cultivation to help Han Qixian leave!

"Okay." Not far away, Wanyue, dressed in white, opened lightly.

"Hehe, the old man can try." An old man with a golden pill fivefold smiled and spoke.

"Husband, I'll stay with you." The peony fairy stretched out his hand, held the arm of the ancestor of the Mu family, and then said softly, "Let's help him leave." ”

The Ancestor of the Mu Family turned his head and looked in the direction of the impact of the countless Soul Eater Demons.

Over there, Han Muye walked forward with his hands behind his back, like an immortal coming to the world.

"Okay." He whispered under his breath.

The peony fairy chuckled.

It is like a spring moon in the drizzle, and the garden is full of flowers.

Han Muye walked forward, and in front of him, the black sword shadow flashed.

Three sword intents rushed into the black long sword, bringing out a Ling Ran cold.

"It's not enough, kid, these three sword intents will definitely not be able to stop these Soul Eaters."

"Even if I self-destruct my soul, I can't stop it."

In the midst of the sword weapon, the voice of the Great Rock Dao man came anxiously.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, looking at those Soul Devouring Demons, his gaze crossed these illusory figures and landed on the bones below.

Can't stop the Soul Eater?

Today, I came retrograde, just to stop the Soul Eater?

How can it be!

The sword is out of the sheath, and there is no regret in life and death!

"Not enough sword intent?"

"I still have it."