Northern Regions, under the snowy mountains.

Big golden characters cover the sky!

The power of the great master of Confucianism and Taoism, the heaven and the earth shake, and the mountains and rivers resonate!

A word can cover a day, and a sentence of poetry can break a boundary!

On Han Muye's body, the purple aura of human hope collided with the golden aura of Haoran, leading the big characters in the sky and turning into a vigorous literary aura.

This poem is not only powerful to the limitless, but also its Chinese spirit is even more powerful.

These poems appeared in the Northern Regions, and if they were in Zhongzhou at this time, I am afraid that the whole world would be filled with literary atmosphere.

The Northern Regions are turbulent, and it seems that they are about to break through the barrier of heaven and earth and blend with Zhongzhou.

"The Great Grandmaster made a move?" In Zhongzhou, Wen Xiang stopped with the ink pen in his hand and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the Northern Regions.

In the Tianxuan world, how could there be such a great master of Confucianism and Taoism?

But he didn't probe with his mind.

After all, for the Great Grandmaster, it is disrespectful for the Divine Mind to probe for no reason.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting...... It's really a good word, but unfortunately, if it can be completed, it will be a step further, and there will be a chance. ”

Copying those verses from the Northern Regions on the scroll in front of him, Wen Xiang shook his head, his eyes revealing a strange look.

"Lao Wen, you arranged the Northern Regions?" In the void, a voice rang out.

Wuhou.

Wen Xiang shook his head.

"Hehe, it's really interesting, you've been very prosperous lately."

"I like the number of people in Bailu Mountain Academy who carries swords, in other words, the war in the No Grievance Realm is tight, can you send some strong people here?"

"Two Grandmasters will do."

In Wuhou's words, there was a trace of exhaustion.

"You want those two from White Deer Mountain, right?" Wen Xiang shook his head and said in a low voice, "Wait and see, if they can grow, I don't mind giving them more opportunities." ”

In the void, Wu Hou said "um", and the voice disappeared.

In the northern region, on the heavenly dome, large golden characters flickered in the void and slowly dispersed.

The golden-purple light and shadow in the sky gradually faded.

The phantom of the great Confucian with a high crown and a sword quietly disappeared.

Deng Chungang, who was sitting on the ground, looked dazed.

The celestial wolf standing not far away had an illusory figure, and his face was complex.

Standing not far from Han Muye's side, the big rock road man had his hands behind his back and smiled.

In front of Han Muye, the robe-torn boulder Daoist knelt on the ground when he insisted on the eighth verse of the poem, and the Yuan Ying was broken.

Yes, Yuanying, not Yuanshen.

Back then, this primordial god who was overhauled by Yuan Tian Jianzun was smashed by Yuan Tian Jianzun with a sword, and escaped by relying on the technique of clone.

The current Boulder Daoist is actually just a clone.

But even if it's just a clone, this doppelganger is also a half-step out of the body, and no one can beat it in the western and northern regions.

Coupled with the Dao sword in his hand, even if he encounters an out-of-body overhaul, he can also fight.

It's a pity that Han Muye is a great master of Confucianism and Taoism.

Say what you say.

The great master of Confucianism and Taoism is Zhongzhou, and he can also be counted with one hand.

In front of such a strong person, even if it is a real out-of-body overhaul, he can only bow his head obediently.

The great master of Confucianism and Taoism, he can fight half a step and turn into a god!

Looking at the giant stone Daoist in front of him, whose soul was gradually dimming, Han Muye couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

If it weren't for the Northern Regions, he, Han Muye, would not be able to block a finger of the Giant Stone Daoist at all.

But the Northern Heavenly Dao is connected to Zhongzhou, so he Han Muye doesn't need to make much effort to kill the giant stone Dao people.

The sentence "Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice" froze the real body of the boulder.

The sentence "I want to be higher than the heavenly princess" has not yet come out, and the giant stone Taoist has already broken the baby.

This made Han Muye, who was very interested, could only withdraw the ink pen in his hand.

"I knew that I should go back to the ...... of the fairy spirit world" The body was weak, and the giant stone Taoist who was lying on the ground showed a trace of regret on his face, and then slowly closed his eyes, and there was a Dao spiritual light on his body.

Han Muye could feel that between heaven and earth, there was a surge of joy.

Just like in the Fire Source Realm, as long as you kill a cultivator outside the realm, heaven and earth will have a gift.

Now Han Muye is qualified to trade with heaven and earth on an equal footing, and if he kills cultivators outside the realm, heaven and earth will naturally have feedback.

This feedback will allow him to borrow more power from heaven and earth.

With a move of raising his hand, the half of the Dao sword in the hand of the giant stone Daoist fell into his hand.

That's good stuff.

Han Muye had the other half of this sword in his hand.

It's a pity that this thing is not to mention the Western Frontier, it is the Tianxuan World, and no one can repair it again.

After seeing the process of forging the Dao Sword, Han Muye knew that even if this Dao Sword was in the Immortal Spirit Realm, it would take countless years of accumulation from a large family to succeed in casting.

Directly putting the Dao Sword into the storage ring, Han Muye turned his head to look at the Sky Wolf.

"I think the predecessor is the first sword pill under the Sword Venerable seat back then, the senior of the Heavenly Wolf, right?"

The wolf turned his head to look at him, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

"I will stay in the western Xinjiang."

"If you can pick up my three swords with kendo cultivation after a jiazi, Xijiang will be handed over to you."

The wolf paused, and then said, "If you can't catch it, I'll kill you." ”

After speaking, he glanced at the big rock beside Han Muye, and his body turned into a streamer.

Watching him fly away, the Great Rock Daoist shook his head and snorted, "Don't worry, this guy is just talking." ”

"He can't save face."

Speaking of this, the people of Dayan Dao shook their heads with some regret and said: "It's still your cultivation of Confucianism, this is what Yuan Tianjian Zun hates the most, otherwise, I'm afraid that the Heavenly Wolf will directly leave to guide you." ”

Han Muye chuckled, turned his head, and looked at Deng Chungang on the side.

Whether you point out or not, it doesn't matter to Han Muye.

He had already received most of Yuan Tian Jianzun's inheritance.

As for the Heavenly Wolf, he may be able to have more experience, but this is dispensable for Han Muye, who is full of comprehension.

Recruiting such an uncle by his side is not as good as a big rock road person.

Deng Chungang raised his hand, and three earthy yellow sword pills appeared in his palm.

Han Muye didn't answer.

He raised his hand, and the eight treasures in his palm turned into an ink pen.

"The mountains and rivers are far away, and the wind is like a knife!"

Between heaven and earth, a sword light slashed towards the top of Deng Chungang's head.

Deng Chungang was stunned for a moment, and crawled with a roll, escaping from the range of the knife light.

"Yanshan Moon is like a hook, and the hills and ravines are a knife."

A meniscus knife grazed the top of Deng Chungang's head and cut off his bun.

"What do you mean, kid?" Deng Chungang let out a low snort, and in his hand, a snow-colored sword light rose.

Han Muye didn't speak, and said another sentence with the ink pen in his hand.

"Hu Er rode the north of the Tianhe River, and came west with a sword to kill thousands of troops."

A sword light slammed into Deng Chungang's neck.

The sword light was quiet, and it seemed to freeze people.

"Good time!"

Deng Chungang shouted, and the sword in his hand met the sword light, colliding with the quiet sword shadow.

Han Muye put pen to paper, and the poem is now a sword.

Sword after sword, Deng Chungang was slashed thousands of feet away, and he had no power to fight back.

He urged the sword light with his literary tone and the power of popularity, which could suppress Deng Chungang's power.

The swordsmanship is much stronger than Deng Chungang's swordsmanship, which naturally makes Deng Chungang lose his temper.

"Bang-"

With a sword slash, Deng Chungang couldn't dodge it and was slashed in the chest by the sword light.

The sword light turned into a long whip, locking Deng Chungang's figure and falling to the ground.

"Boss Deng, how is my sword?"

A long sword was pressed against Deng Chungang's neck.

Deng Chungang's face was swollen and red, and he didn't speak.

Han Muye chuckled, stretched out his hand to collect the three sword pills, and then said, "I fought for Third Sister Li in this battle. ”

Deng Chungang was stunned for a moment, and muttered a few words in his mouth.

Han Muye flicked his sleeves and strode towards the western frontier.

After walking a few steps, he turned his head and said, "By the way, the third sister has already gone to Zhongzhou and is still in Xuanyang Weizhong." ”

"When she comes back, you'll be miserable."

The corners of Deng Chungang's mouth twitched a few times and stood up.

"Okay, boy, you're ruthless enough."

With a low roar, Deng Chungang turned around and limped towards the Snow Mountain.

"Xijiang, Jiuxuan Sword Gate, I'll leave it to you."

There was a hint of relief and reluctance in his voice.

Han Muye laughed, and his figure disappeared into the white snow.

——————

Many people were surprised that Han Muye could return from the Northern Regions alive.

However, most of the sect elites were still happy that he was alive.

Tracing back 100,000 miles, the mentality of the elites in Western Xinjiang has changed.

Competing with peers is for qi, not for life and death.

Han Muye returned and brought good news.

The out-of-realm cultivator was killed, and the sect cultivator who was originally going to run away with a bucket could retract into his nest in peace.

As for who killed this out-of-bounds overhaul, Han Muye did not say clearly.

It's not easy for everyone to ask carefully, it is very likely that it is the backhand left by Yuan Tian Jianzun back then.

But no one is paying attention to these things at this time.

The nine factions in Western Xinjiang were rearranged, and the Nine Xuan Sword Gate monopolized the first place, becoming the veritable leader of Western Xinjiang.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect has stepped into the Heavenly Realm, and its combat power can be called extremely strong.

There is also Deng Chungang, who is sitting in the Northern Regions, known as the Sword King of the Great Snow Mountain, with monstrous combat power, and can defeat six big demons with one enemy.

Although this person is practicing in the Northern Regions, he may not return to the Western Frontier.

This is also the embodiment of the combat power of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

This time, the East China Sea Black Armor Demon Clan also suffered heavy losses.

Trace the source all the way, leaving behind the corpses of several Heavenly Realm overrepairs.

These corpses will become the wealth of Western Xinjiang in the future.

And with the return of Jiaolong Qingtong to the East China Sea, the black armor demon clan was attacked again, and he was temporarily unable to come to the western frontier.

The overall situation in Western Xinjiang is in their own hands.

Returning from the Great Snow Mountain, the territory of each sect was redefined and resources were redistributed.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect did not occupy much, but on the original basis, it accounted for one percent of the one that belonged to the Spirit Dao Sect.

Even if the Lingdao Sect falls, it is still a big sect.

Its strength is among the nine factions, and it is still in the middle and upper position.

According to what Li Mubai and Tuoba Cheng said, in the next hundred years, the Lingdao Sect can support the entire Western Frontier.

The treasures and resources of the Lingdao Sect are slowly spit out, and they can be nourished by the cultivators of the Western Frontier for more than a hundred years.

This is also the reason why the Nine Xuan Sword Sect did not lead the sects to besiege the Spirit Dao Sect.

The Mingshan Sword Sect became one of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang.

However, the strength of the Mingshan Sword Sect was really average, and it only took the remaining territory and resources of the Taixuan Sword Sect that destroyed the sect at the beginning.

For Yang Mingxuan, it doesn't matter how many resources he can get.

As long as Yang Dingshan's last wish can be fulfilled, he is already satisfied.

He didn't even attend the subsequent surveying conferences.

Anyway, as a staunch ally of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, I believe that the Nine Xuan Sword Sect will not treat the Mingshan Sword Sect badly.

The Wind Spirit Sword Sect and other sects that had a bad relationship with the Nine Xuan Sword Sect before quietly came to make amends.

The Wind Spirit Sword Sect advocated success and personally visited Tuoba Cheng.

This Western Frontier Heavenly Realm had a secret conversation with Tuoba Cheng for a long time, and finally obtained Tuoba Cheng's forgiveness.

Although Jin Ze broke the golden pill because of Zhang Cheng's compulsion at the beginning, Tuoba Cheng had no intention of chasing the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Whether it is Tuoba Cheng or Zhang Cheng, there is a big sect behind it, and it is impossible to ignore the life and death of the disciples of the sect because of resentment.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect became the first sect in Western Xinjiang, and in the future, there will be opportunities to take advantage of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Han Muye, who returned, did not go with Tuoba Cheng, but just took a flying boat and went down the Jialing River.

Although he doesn't seem to have cultivated on his body now, and his cultivation qualifications have been damaged, the elites of the various sects don't dare to treat him slowly.

He is the greatest contributor to the Nine Xuan Sword Sect's victory over the first place of the Nine Sects, and he is also the elder of the Sword Pavilion.

In the future, this Han Qi Immortal shrank in the Sword Pavilion, a Jiazi, and a half-step Heavenly Realm.

And it is said that this Han Qi Immortal's Dan Dao skills are very extraordinary.

The ancestor of the Mu family came to the flying boat to talk to Han Muye several times, and invited him to participate in some Dandao event.

According to the ancestor of the Mu family, there will be an elixir that can help Han Muye recover.

Han Muye didn't refuse, after all, he had promised to do so back then.

Along the way, there was an endless stream of cultivators from various sects who came to visit Han Muye.

There are those who send all kinds of treasures to make up for Han Muye's body, and there are also one or two beautiful disciples, saying that they are helping Han Qixian clean up.

Han Muye accepted the treasures, and for those beautiful male disciples, Han Muye retreated.

There are also a few people with good kendo talent who came to visit Han Muye and ask for advice at the same time.

Han Muye only accepted a few spirit stones, and then explained some deficiencies in swordsmanship.

On the way back, the flying boat was fluttering and took nearly two months.

In the past two months, all forces in the entire western Xinjiang have been redrawn.

On the side of the Jialing River, on the return journey of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, tens of thousands of cultivators stood by the river and bowed down to see them off.

This is the respect that the first major sect in Western Xinjiang should have.

"Fortunately, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect Jin Ze Sect Master fell, and Han Qi Immortal also lost his cultivation qualifications, otherwise, in the next thousand years, I am afraid that the Western Frontier will be respected by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

Watching the flying boat leave, on the bank of the river, someone whispered.

"Hey, this battle of the nine factions is really exciting, in the next hundred years, I am afraid that there will be no such grand event in Western Xinjiang." Someone said softly with a hint of regret in his eyes.

In this battle of the nine factions, few people died, but the harvest was the greatest.

The elites of all sects are high-spirited and high-spirited.

This made those high-ranking sect leaders happy to keep their mouths shut.

"It's a pity Han Qixian, if this heavenly talent who overwhelms his peers grows again, who in the Western Frontier can compete with him?" Someone whispered.

Han Qixian is a person, with bearing, knowledge, and talent, all of which can overwhelm the Western Frontier.

It's just that he is too resolute, and he has to fight with the overhaul outside the realm at the expense of his cultivation, and finally his cultivation qualifications are damaged.

On the side of the Jialing River, many people had smiles on their faces.

"Guys, do you remember that rumor?"

Suddenly, someone said in a low voice: "It is said that Han Qixian once obtained a hundred Cloud Transformation Golden Lotus Seeds. ”

Huayun Golden Lotus Seed?

Which treasure can improve the cultivation qualification of a product?

On the side of the Jialing River, the smiles of many sect elites froze on their faces.

yard, I thought I could get rid of the suppression of this immortal.

……

Spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, the flying boat of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate returned to the rule of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate ten days later.

Below, figures rushed up, and then silently followed behind the flying boat.

From entering the rule of the Jiuxuan Sword Gate to thousands of miles outside the Jiuxuan Mountain, after the flying boat, there are already 100,000 monks walking together!

Everyone was silent.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rings thousands of miles!

Dressed in a white robe, Tuoba Cheng held a set of clothes in both hands and stood on the bow of the flying boat.

Behind him, Han Muye and other elite disciples stood with their bows.

"Greetings—"

"The soul of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate Jinze Sect Master has returned——"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, a long cry came.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The bell is short and sad.

In the direction of Jiuxuan Mountain, a piece of white clothes is out to welcome thousands of miles.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The bell rang nine times, and the suzerain fell.

The flying boat went straight into Jiuxuan Mountain, and all the disciples and the strong men of the sect under the rule bowed down and stood under the mountain gate.

Tuoba with his clothes in his hands took a step and walked to the mountain gate.

"The ancestors of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect are on top, and the thirty-third generation of the sect master Jin Ze led the Nine Xuan Sword Gate to dominate the Western Xinjiang and became the first sect in the Western Xinjiang."

Tuoba Cheng looked up to the sky and shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

The first sect in Western Xinjiang!

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect has finally become the first sect in Western Xinjiang!

For this day, how many people in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect paid for their lives!

Everyone stood in front of the mountain gate and bowed towards the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Those Sword Sect elders all had sad expressions on their faces.

The sect leader Jin Ze dedicated his life to the sect and eventually fell.

His efforts were not in vain, and the Nine Xuan Sword Gate finally became the number one in Western Xinjiang!

Tuoba Cheng turned around with his clothes on his back.

Zhang Zhihe, the elder of the sect, stepped forward.

"Before the fall of the Sect Master of Jinze, the Elder of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect Tuoba Cheng can be the thirty-fourth generation of the sect master."

"After March, the sect ceremony, Tuoba Chang Elder took over the position of sect master."

Hearing his words, everyone bowed down again.

Tuoba Cheng stepped into the heavenly realm and became the sect master, as a matter of course.

Three months later, this time is also enough for the Western Xinjiang Bulk to digest their respective gains, and then send people to congratulate them.

The Nine Xuan Sword Gate is the first sect in Western Xinjiang, and this succession ceremony will definitely be a big deal.

Tuoba Cheng didn't say anything, and when everyone got up, he held his clothes and strode to the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

The elites of the sects who participated in the Nine Factions Contest also dispersed.

Han Muye and Lin Shen Lu Gao returned to the Sword Pavilion, and Liu Hong stepped forward cautiously.

Jiang Ming went down the mountain to deal with the business matter.

Han Muye didn't say much, and went directly to the third floor.

"They all say that Senior Brother Han has lost his qualifications, what do you think?" Seeing Han Muye's solemn expression, Liu Hong looked at Lu Gao and Lin Shen, and asked quietly.

Lin Shen turned his head to look at him.

"No, I mean, didn't Senior Brother Han give us the elixir that can improve our qualifications, how about we return him now?" Liu Hong was furious by Lin Shen's heart.

Lin Shen is now fusing more and more jade bones, and the aura on his body is becoming more and more dignified.

"Senior Brother Han has a lot of golden lotus seeds in his hands." Lin Shen waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the Sword Pavilion.

A lot of golden lotus seeds?

Is that rumor true?

Liu Hong blinked his eyes a few times and breathed a long sigh of relief.

If the Sword Pavilion didn't have Senior Brother Han, how boring would it be......

Han Muye went up to the third floor and sat cross-legged in front of the long case.

The Great Rock Daoist and Zhao Yunlong landed beside him.

Han Muye stood still and sat quietly for several hours, until the sun set and the sun shone on the Sword Pavilion.

"You say, how do I rebuild it?"

Han Muye's voice came faintly.

The Great Rock Daoist and Zhao Yunlong glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Childe, how are you going to choose?" Zhao Yunlong looked at Han Muye and asked softly.