The red sun is rising, and the purple air is coming from the east.

There is a means of visualization in the practice of exercises.

It is said that there is no cultivation method in the world, but in ancient times, the human race observed the scene of heaven and earth, understood the way of heaven and earth, and achieved the way of cultivation.

This means is contemplation.

The method of visualization is not only in the inheritance of the human race and the demon race, but also the continuation of the power of the bloodline, many of which are confirmed by the method of visualization.

The bones, scales, and even a drop of blood of the ancient demon can inspire the opportunity for future generations to visualize and comprehend.

At this time, Han Muye's muscles and veins were filled with fiery aura, and the dantian was tumbling like waves, and in his mind, the scene of the rising day could be seen.

The first sun, mild, vigorous.

Shaoyang, warm, and vibrant.

Without starting from scratch, Han Muye couldn't imagine that the fierce Jiuyang cultivation method still had such an intoxicating state.

Warm and warm, like a spring breeze.

This is the practice!

Immortal spirit root, Jiuyang Gong, fire marrow spirit crystal.

There is no immortal spirit root among tens of millions of people, the ancient great inheritance of the Jiuyang Gong, which is invaluable, and the half-step heavenly realm is regarded as the most precious fire marrow spirit crystal.

Each of these three is extremely precious.

At this time, these precious things were combined to form the foundation of Han Muye's supreme cultivation.

Bathed in the red light cocoon, Han Muye even relaxed.

In the Divine Treasure, Hao Ran Qi slowly consumed the Heavenly Demon's Divine Soul, and then merged into Han Muye's Divine Soul Sword Qi.

Gratified, as if in chaos.

When there was a sound in the Divine Treasure and the seventh Divine Soul Sword took shape, Han Muye had just finished this practice.

When I opened my eyes, the red cocoon of light was gone.

Exhale lightly, and a hot breath emanates.

Jin Yang Gong.

Build a heavy foundation.

The early yang condenses the peiyuan, and the less yang condenses the qi.

Jinyang Gong is the foundation of the avenue.

At this time, in Han Muye's dantian, a golden gimbal appeared.

The aura on the golden gimbal flickered, and the first weight was already filled with golden and red aura.

The heaviness of this aura has already manifested crystallization.

With such a strong aura, a trace of it can be worth a large piece of cultivation of the same level.

On the nine-layer cloud platform, the five sword intents occupied the highest point.

Around the sword intent, the aura of the four sword pills converged, and they floated quietly and quietly.

The spiritual energy in the dantian surged, and the sword intent in the sea of qi was also much thicker.

The sword intent that turned into a sword filament, each occupying one side, did not interfere with each other, and was constantly swallowing and absorbing the sword qi floating around.

In the Divine Treasure, the Seven Divine Soul Swords swirled gently around the alienated Red Dust Spell.

The entire Shenzang is full of Haoran Qi, dyeing the Shenzang golden.

"You've been in retreat for more than a month."

The voice of the people of Big Rock Dao who was bored came.

In one month, who would dare to imagine such a cultivation speed?

Even if it's a rebuild, the speed is terrifying.

Sure enough, it's a fairy root, it's really powerful!

Standing up, a fierce sword aura emanated from Han Muye's body.

But in an instant, all the power was restrained.

After cultivating Confucianism and Taoism, his gestures are full of the charm of returning to nature.

Looking at Han Muye's appearance, the Great Rock Daoist opened his mouth and whispered, "This guy, how did he become Yuan Tian Jianzun's most hated appearance." ”

The strength of his body is constricted, and in the eyes of outsiders, Han Muye is a mortal.

He turned his head to look at Dao Yuan Ding, who was placed not far away, and stretched out his hand to summon Dan Ding into his palm.

A puff of spiritual fire rises.

Dao Dao flashed with spiritual light, and a golden lotus seed and various elixirs were put into the Danding.

This time, he didn't refine the Nine Turning Pill.

If this Cloud Lotus Pill wasn't going to rush to the Immortal Spirit Root, there would be no need to refine it into Nine Turns at all.

In just a moment, in the Danding, seven pale yellow Yunlian Pills with three spirit patterns appeared.

The three spiritual patterns are enough to improve the qualifications of the three products.

However, if the qualification is a third grade, this Dan can only be upgraded by one grade.

When it comes to the second-grade qualification, this pill is invalid, and only the nine-turn cloud lotus pill can improve the qualification above the second-grade level.

At the beginning, what the monk said was that the statement that the Nine Turning Cloud Lotus Pill could be promoted to the Immortal Spirit Root was wrong.

Han Muye swallowed six Nine Turning Cloud Lotus Pills, the first of which directly raised his cultivation qualification to the second grade.

The last five allowed his cultivation qualifications to surpass the first grade and achieve the immortal spirit root.

Of course, this kind of secrecy is not clear to the monks, and it is normal.

Without personal experience, who knows what is hidden?

Putting away the seven pills, turning Dao Yuan Ding into a black bead and hiding it in his arms, Han Muye put away the array plate, dispersed the formation of the Sword Pavilion, and walked down the stairs.

On the first floor, only Yang Mingxuan is there.

Liu Hong has already gone to Cao's house to participate in the sword meeting.

Jiang Ming went down the mountain to deal with the business business, and he was going back and forth these days.

Even Lin Shen helped Jiang Ming to run various materials with Kong Chaode and others at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Mingxuan was in charge of leading the sword and sending the sword, while wiping the long sword.

In the Sword Pavilion, the sword aura was pervasive.

"Senior Brother Han, you're out of the customs." Seeing Han Muye coming downstairs, Yang Mingxuan stepped forward and said in a low voice: "The white shopkeeper of Suzhen Building has come to inquire a few times, and Mu Shencheng has sent some elixirs and elixirs. ”

Yang Mingxuan took out the wooden box placed under the long case and handed it to Han Muye.

Mushen City?

Uncovered the wooden box, and the things placed in it surprised Han Muye a little.

Not only a few healing pills refined by the ancestor of the Mu family in Mu Shen City and the peony fairy, but also a small bag.

In the bag, it was filled with the immortal Yunqi Pill.

There are eighty in total.

Eighty immortal Yunqi Pills, which can be refined in the Western Frontier, except for Han Muye, it is Mu Wan.

Holding the small bag in his hand, Han Muye chuckled,

It seems that this is what Mu Wan asked the Mu family to transfer to herself.

Knowing that his cultivation was depleted, he specially gave himself so many immortal Yun Qi Pills.

This little girl who is a fan of wealth takes out so many Yunqi Pills, I'm afraid it's very painful.

Putting away the small bag, Han Muye handed the other pills in the wooden box to Yang Mingxuan.

"You send them to Dantang, and they will all be exchanged for spirit stones for me."

He can't use these pills, so it's better to replace them with spirit stones.

Recently, the spirit stones on his body have been worn out.

The big head was spent in the Fire Source Realm, and he was replaced with a half-spirit weapon-level long sword.

The rest of the ones are used for spiritual practice.

Han Muye still has a lot of fire chalcedony stones and fire marrow crystals on his body, but these are relatively precious spiritual materials, which can be saved.

Yang Mingxuan took the wooden box and went to Dantang.

Han Muye sat in front of the long case and flipped through the previous records.

For such a long time, there are a lot of swords in the Sword Pavilion to send swords and lead swords.

After flipping through all the books, Han Muye stood up, went to the wooden shelf, followed the records on the book, and probed all the new swords and weapons in the pavilion.

Most of these sword weapons were newly refined, and the rest, a few of them were sent back by the fall of their own disciples, and some of them were obtained from several battlefields.

From these swords, Han Muye saw some pictures of the battlefield in Western Xinjiang.

The disputes between the Southern Wilderness and the Western Frontier, although peace was negotiated, there were still chaotic battles between low-level cultivators.

On the side of Fengshou Mountain, many disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect are still fighting with the demon clan.

This is not only to sharpen their own combat power, but also to resist the erosion of the demon clan.

From the beginning of the peace negotiation, many of the great clans of the Southern Wilderness sent people to find out the situation in Western Xinjiang first.

And the task of these disciples of the various sects stationed at the border is to intercept and kill these demon clans who secretly cross the border.

Among the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, Hexuan, who was holding a double sword, was strong in battle and became the new Yuanmu Qiuyu.

There are also Song Qi, Qi Thirteen and others, all of whom can exist rampantly.

But this time, these elite juniors were all recruited.

It should be for the secret realm of the Fire Source Realm.

After wiping all kinds of sword weapons, Han Muye turned around and walked towards the door of the Sword Pavilion.

At the door of the Sword Pavilion, a voice came.

"Outer disciple He Hongsen, come to lead the sword."

Han Muye walked to the door of the Sword Pavilion and saw a young man about twenty years old standing in front of the stone steps, standing with his hands bowed.

"The rules of the Sword Pavilion, you need to bathe and burn incense to lead the sword, meditate, can you do it?"

Han Muye put his hands behind his back and spoke lightly.

The young man under the stone steps was stunned for a moment, looked up, saw Han Muye, froze for a moment, and then shouted in surprise: "Han, Elder Han!" ”

Han Muye's face remained unchanged and looked at him.

The young man named He Hongsen reacted, his face turned red, he took out a few spirit stones in his hands, and stammered: "Hui, back to the words of the elder, I, I know the rules of the Sword Pavilion." ”

Han Muye's gaze fell on those spirit stones, he was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Are you the outer door front hundred?" ”

He Hongsen nodded: "I am, the ninety-third of the outer gate." ”

Outer Gate Ninety-Three.

Jiang Han, who was in front of the outer gate at the beginning, led the sword in the Sword Pavilion, and with Han Muye's guidance, he cultivated to a thousand miles of combat power.

In the outer gate, the legend of Elder Han has already changed a little.

Whoever can get Elder Han's guidance will be able to soar into the sky.

He Hongsen looked up at Han Muye, his eyes full of expectation.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and took the spirit stone in He Hongsen's hand in his hand, and then said: "Practice a set of swordsmanship that you are best at, I will see what kind of sword weapon you are suitable for." ”

Hearing Han Muye's words, He Hongsen showed surprise on his face, nodded heavily, and then took out the Fan Tie Qingfeng that he was carrying behind his back and began to wave it.

The sword light swayed in front of the stone steps, reflecting the sunlight, shining brightly.

Standing on the stone steps, Han Muye looked at the sword light in front of me, and felt the fit between his body and the earth.

It was a feeling of flesh and blood, and at this time, whatever power fell on him, it would be transferred to the earth.

Unless the power exceeds the maximum limit that the earth can withstand in an instant.

Such a power cannot be found in the realm.

"Hum—"

He Hongsen's long sword was certain, and then slowly retracted, bowing towards Han Muye.

"The swordsmanship of the golden vein."

Han Muye nodded.

There are many masters of the Golden Vein of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

It's just that after the fall of Elder Lu Hao, this vein has fallen a lot.

After all, there is no strong man in charge.

"The swordsmanship you chose is good, draw the silk, use the sword as the needle, the sword light as the silk, and weave the sword net."

Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword in He Hongsen's hand fell into Han Muye's palm.

"If you want to cultivate this swordsmanship to the extreme, you need to comprehend the truth of the Golden Vein Swordsmanship."

Holding the long sword in his hand, there was a stream of spiritual light in front of Han Muye.

This is the distribution of the aura in front of him at this time.

Some of these auras are drifting, some are silent, some are more, and some are few.

Among them, there is a trace of golden halo, which is the aura of the golden vein.

The metal is heavy and not very turbulent.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand revealed a faint sword aura, sword light, there was no fixed sword move, just rubbing the metallic aura floating in the void and mobilizing it.

"Hum—"

On the body of the sword, there was a faint flash of spiritual light.

The originally clear long sword was dyed with a layer of gold.

"Thorn-"

The sword swept away, bringing out a golden thread.

He Hongsen's eyes widened and he looked at this golden silk thread.

This is the power that attracts heaven and earth, turning into sword wire.

This sword wire is between sword intent and sword qi, and there is a sense of kendo in it.

As soon as Han Muye's hand was released, the sword wire on the long sword shook, turning into the long sword, forming a golden silk thread, just above the blood groove.

"When will you wear down the gold thread on this sword, and when will you come to lead the sword again."

Throwing the long sword back, Han Muye spoke softly.

Clenching the long sword thrown back, He Hongsen nodded heavily, his eyes revealing a bright look.

Han Muye's sword just now, he only understood a little bit.

But on this point, he already feels that he has gained a lot.

With this sword, as long as he understands it thoroughly, he will have the opportunity to condense the sword intent!

Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion pointed out casually that it was a chance, and it was indeed true!

Taking a deep breath, He Hongsen bowed, and then said in a deep voice: "Thank you Elder Han for your guidance, He Hongsen will live up to his high expectations." ”

With that, he sheathed his sword, then took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Looking at He Hongsen, who was striding away, Han Muye had some emotion in his heart.

In the end, it is better to be young and motivated.

But think about it, I'm not old, although there are a few gray hairs on my temples, but I'm actually very young.

I haven't found a Taoist companion yet.

"Elder Han, your sword path cultivation is profound again." In front of the Sword Pavilion, Bai Suzhen, who was dressed in a pink dress, came with a smile on her face.

Walking forward, Bai Suzhen frowned slightly and said, "Senior Brother Han, hasn't your cultivation recovered yet?" ”

With Haoran Qi suppression, unless it is the kind of Heavenly Realm powerhouse who can sense the power of the Heavenly Dao, no one can see through Han Muye's cultivation.

At this time, in Bai Suzhen's opinion, Han Muye only had a faint aura on his body.

This kind of thin aura is probably just the appearance of entering Pei Yuan for the first time.

In fact, this is not Han Muye's intention, this trace of aura is the effect of absorbing the aura around the body that comes with the immortal spirit root.

Approximately, the fairy spirit root is the full level of aura affinity.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper Bai, my alchemy is not in cultivation." Han Muye said indifferently with a look on his face.

Bai Suzhen's face stiffened slightly, then showed a smile and nodded.

"Senior Brother Han, I have recently saved up some elixirs, I wonder if it is possible to refine them into pills?" Bai Suzhen said in a low voice: "What is in short supply in Western Xinjiang now is the high-grade elixir. ”

All the sects in Western Xinjiang are trying their best to improve their own strength, and now they are eager to take out the spirit stones at the bottom of the box and replace them with various elixirs to improve their cultivation.

The pills that Bai Su treasured before had already been snapped up.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be in a hurry to come to the Sword Pavilion often to see.

Jiang Ming can also make alchemy, but can the high-quality pill be compared to the best immortal products?

Those elders of the great sect would rather pay several times more for the best pill than ask for the best pill.

After all, if the medicinal power is a little worse, the impact on the improvement of later cultivation will be very different.

The Void Pulse Pill of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate has been extremely popular recently, and it has been sought after by various sects, and the beard of the Dantang Elder Sun Ce has been burned several times, but isn't it that the Void Pulse Pill of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate is better than others?

The Void Vein Pill launched by the Wind Spirit Sword Sect was known as perfect, and its medicinal power was several times thicker than that of the Nine Xuan Void Pulse Pill.

But its price and potency were completely defeated before the Nine Xuan Void Pulse Pill.

The Nine Xuan Void Pulse Pill, which cost more than 100,000 pieces, almost robbed the entire Western Xinjiang Void Pulse Pill business.

Hearing that Bai Suzhen let herself refine the pill, Han Muye nodded and said, "The white shopkeeper gave me the elixir, and when I retreated, I could refine the elixir." ”

These pills can not only be exchanged for spirit stones, but also replenish Han Muye's own small reserve of pills.

Bai Suzhen didn't take out the elixir, just looked at Han Muye, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Han, if your cultivation is difficult to recover, would you like to go to Shangyang Demon Sect with me?" ”

Go to Shangyang Demon Sect?

Was it the Demon Sect Master who summoned Bai Suzhen back?

Han Muye looked at Bai Suzhen with a smile and said, "Shopkeeper Bai, are you going to let me do a long-term job for you?" ”

Bai Suzhen hurriedly said: "No, I ......"

Han Muye laughed and shook his head: "I understand your kindness." ”

"As the Sword Pavilion Town Guard Elder, how could I leave Jiuxuan Mountain?"

Bai Suzhen should be kind-hearted, after all, the Shangyang Demon Sect is now in full momentum, far surpassing the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Moreover, Li Mubai is the number one demon cultivator in Western Xinjiang, and he may be able to help Han Muye, who can't recultivate, cultivate.

But Han Muye would not leave Jiuxuan Mountain.

The Sword Pavilion is the foundation of his cultivation.

Without the countless long swords in the Sword Pavilion to nourish the sword qi, he didn't know how long it would take for him to accumulate thick and thin and condense the supreme sword intent.

Without enough sword intent support, how could he catch up with the footsteps of that ancient sword path overhaul Yuan Tian Sword Venerable?

In Han Muye's heart, his goal was the great kendo cultivator who was rampant in the Western Frontier and even the entire world.

Those Heavenly Realms in the Western Frontier are not in his eyes.

"I see." Bai Suzhen didn't look up, and said softly: "I'll order someone to send the elixir." ”

After saying that, she turned around, her figure flashed, and she drifted away like a cloud.

Han Muye shook his head.

This rich woman's mind is not right.

Fortunately, Han Muye himself didn't have any other ideas, and cultivating in the Sword Pavilion was the right way.

Turning back to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye walked to the wooden frame and reached out to hold a long sword.

The sword qi poured into the sword body, and there was a picture in the long sword.

After the sword temperature was raised, he held the long sword and groaned.

Just now, when he was instructing He Hongsen's swordsmanship, Han Muye had an idea in his heart.

There are countless swords hidden in the Sword Pavilion, and the disciples who come to lead the swords can only get a good sword by chance.

It is impossible for him Han Muye to choose a sword for every disciple who comes to lead the sword.

Gao Changgong, who was sitting in the Sword Pavilion at the beginning, chose to let it go.

Whoever can get a suitable sword weapon is chance.

If the chosen sword weapon does not match, it means that there is not enough luck.

But Han Muye felt that he could do better than Gao Changgong.

When this Sword Pavilion elder who ate soft rice in the Southern Wilderness returns, he wants to leave him speechless.

With a chuckle, Han Muye took out a blank jade slip in his hand, held the long sword in one hand, and his eyes flashed with spiritual light.

On his body, a sword qi turned into a phantom, and the long sword in the phantom's hand danced, reflecting a set of swordsmanship.

In the jade slip, lines of handwriting also appeared.

"Jiawu District, No. 5846 sword weapon Sanlin, the sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs ten catties and eight coins, the blade is one inch wide, the sword spine is one point thick, and the sword blade melts wood round steel."

"This sword is suitable for eight feet tall, cultivated as a heavy condensation qi to build a foundation triple wood vein disciple envoy, supporting swordsmanship, broken wood, green leaves, five flowers like snow."

"Hum—"

The handwriting froze, and the sword qi phantom around Han Muye's body also fell on the sword weapon.