If it was somewhere else, so many treasures appeared, the next moment it would definitely be robbed madly.

But at this time, the treasure in front of Han Muye was shining, but no one moved to grab it.

If you want to grab it, you have to have that strength!

In the last three days, the elite Bai Yuming and Sun Jiusheng have honestly sent treasures to trade, and yesterday it was here that the two demi-saints fell with a sword.

The reputation of the ninth on the heavenly list was cut out with a sword.

If you are confident that you can beat the ninth place in the sky, then go and grab it.

I don't see anyone who has the courage to do this.

In one day, the place where Han Muye was was crowded with people.

Thousands of various treasures are suspended, and those who need them come forward and exchange them for the treasures in their hands.

One treasure in one's own hand is not worth two.

In fact, in this way, many high-value treasures are exchanged, and then those left behind are lower-value treasures.

But Han Muye didn't care.

Except for a few things that he quietly exchanged for, he didn't touch them at any other time.

These cultivators exchange their own treasures, and if they encounter a suitable one, they will take it away, and if they do not see a suitable one, they will stay around and watch.

Many people have also started to trade privately.

"This, this, he's not dead yet......" When the Daoist who flew in front of Han Muye raised his head, his face showed a look of surprise.

He was one of the eight sword cultivators who had swung swords with Han Muye and them to break the Sevenfold Sword Pavilion before.

He thought that Han Muye had already been killed by Shadow Tianzun, but he didn't expect that he would be here and start a trading business.

"Dead? This is the ninth on the heavenly list, Tianxuan Han Xiang, do you think this radius of three thousand miles, who can kill him? ”

A black-robed cultivator looked up at the treasures that flashed with light.

"No, I have to find another treasure and replace this five-element green jade."

His words made the eyes of the back kendo people twinkle.

He also has treasures to look at.

……

Three days later, around where Han Muye was, a radius of ten miles, it had become a trading market.

The treasures in front of Han Muye were much less.

Seven days later, there were only one hundred and ten treasures left in front of Han Muye.

The fang market outside him has expanded to thirty miles.

But most of the real treasures, the real masters, have left.

The treasures in the Divine Court Treasury had basically been searched, and many cultivators who had obtained heavy treasures had quietly escaped.

At this time, it was the cultivators of the future Divine Court Treasure House who poured into it to trade various treasures.

The treasures in the treasure house of the Divine Court, even if they are leftovers, are precious things that are difficult to find.

Many people also bring their own treasures.

At this moment, this place where the treasure house of the Divine Court that had been sealed off had become a specially opened up place for trading.

Ten days later, Han Muye got up and left, and before leaving, he announced that this place where the Divine Court Treasure House was opened would be used as a neutral place for the Land of Dao Contention in the future, and it would be used exclusively for trading.

Whoever dares to make a move in this place, or even the 100,000 miles of void around this place, is an enemy of Tianxuan and Han Muye.

I don't know if anyone dares to make a move, when Han Muye finished speaking and left, the entire Fang City cheered.

Han Muye, who flew away, did not look back, but showed a trace of emotion on his face.

These ant-like cultivators practice with all their might, cheering for their slightest improvement, and working hard for one treasure after another.

But they did not know that if the heavens and the earth were to fall, all would die.

There is great power behind them, and a thought determines their life and death.

All their practice, all their efforts, their joys, sorrows, and sorrows are meaningless in the face of power.

On Han Muye's body, there was a trace of battle intent surging.

Don't be an ant.

Flying out of the sealed town, without stopping, Han Muye went directly to the Tianxuan World.

He was extremely fast, but he was already tens of thousands of miles away.

It's just that his sword light suddenly stopped.

In front of him, a spiritual light turned into a curtain of light.

Not only in front of him, but also in front of him, left and right, all around him are shining.

"Boom-"

In the void, the sound of tremors resounded.

"Xuanji, are you trying to betray my fairy?" A long shout, mixed with anger.

Worry-free.

The first person in the fairy world, the second strongest person in the heavenly list.

Xuanji Monk, the second-ranked master in the fairy world, is also in the realm of saints, but his cultivation power ranks after the fifty on the heavenly list.

Heavenly ranking ranking, combat power and strength are taken into account, the Buddhism behind the mystery is not strong in the land of Dao contention, he himself has the cultivation of a saint, but he does not have the combat power of a saint.

"Worry-free, a treasure house of the Divine Court, we haven't even taken a few sips of soup in the fairy world."

"The fairy world can only be depressed in your hands."

There was coldness in Xuanji's voice.

"Boom-"

In the void, there was another roar.

Han Muye slowly retracted his mind, and his gaze fell on the light curtain in front of him.

This is the formation method of the top great cultivators.

"Does this count as unloading the mill and killing the donkey?" Standing in place, Han Muye spoke softly.

When there was news of the Divine Court Treasury in his hands, he was the second on the Heavenly List, the Lord of the Immortals, and no one dared to offend.

But as soon as the treasure house of the Divine Court was opened, and the treasures were scavenged, someone immediately moved to Dangwu.

On the other hand, Han Muye presided over the exchange of treasures in the land of the sealed town, and no one stopped him.

At this time, outside the sealed town, he was intercepted and killed.

He said that this was unloading the mill and killing the donkey, but it was better to say that someone was moved to seize the dominance of the fairy spirit and Tianxuan.

In the past, whether it was the fairy spirit or the Tianxuan, their battles didn't care about those people from outside the world.

They were waiting for the Divine Court Treasury to open.

Now that the treasures are clean, how can the elite powerhouses who hold the treasures in their hands be willing to have no say in the land of contention?

It's better to grasp the power of the two sides of the Dao struggle and fight with all your might, maybe you also have a chance to become enlightened!

The Taoist competition opportunity that I couldn't look down on before, now the treasure house has been divided, but it has become a fragrant bun.

On the other hand, if they don't do it, I'm afraid that the fairy spirit and Tianxuan will do it too, right?

The powerhouses of all parties who have obtained treasures and cultivated to combat power that are about to improve rapidly must be the targets of both Tianxuan and Immortal Spirits.

Either ally with these two parties, or be hunted down.

They're just one step ahead of the curve, and they're the first to strike.

Han Muye admitted that he himself had such thoughts.

He returned to Tianxuan this time in order to mobilize a large army and sweep through the void.

Although Huang Laoliu said that although he will not use all the means, he will also use some of them.

For example, before the final battle of the Dao Battle, gather more forces.

"Baiyun Temple."

"Xuanling Dao Sect."

"Yuan Ming Sword Sect."

"Light Spirit Daoist."

"They are all great sects in the Immortal Source World, and they really look up to me Han Muye."

Han Muye's eyes flashed, he looked around, and said lightly.

As he pointed out, figures appeared outside the surrounding light curtain.

"Han Muye, my Baiyunguan Senior Brother Su Qi has fallen into your hands, and today is the time to understand the grudge."

An old man in a yellow robe stepped out, and the light curtain in front of him flickered, revealing a slight chill, as if he was about to freeze Han Muye, who was blocked.

Behind him, dozens of overhauls with aura on their bodies were also filled with murderous intent.

The other parties did not speak, but urged the light curtain to press down, as if Han Muye's thoughts were no longer needed to be explained.

Han Muye is the prime minister of Tianxuan and one of the main leaders of Tianxuan's side.

If he falls here, or is captured, it will be a major blow to Tianxuan.

"Ice Sealing Spirit Array?"

"Do you want to kill me, you want to capture me and send me to the Tianxuan World in exchange for benefits?" Han Muye smiled and looked at the light curtain around him.

The living Han Muye is worth more than the dead.

Although the strength of Tianxuan's side is much weaker, Tianxuan has become rich and has obtained the wealth in a treasure house of the Divine Court before.

It's not bad to capture Han Muye, and then exchange it for enough benefits, or directly get Tianxuan's authority.

"Of course, a living Han Xiang is worth more than a dead one." Ahead, someone laughed.

"What's more, aren't you Han Xiang the best at fishing, how do you feel about using yourself as bait this time?"

As soon as these words came out, there was laughter all around.

Use Han Muye as bait to catch those strong people on the Tianxuan side who are coming to the rescue.

Han Muye's identity is here, and it is impossible for Tianxuan's side not to save it.

"Boom-"

In the distance, the roar of the siege and slaughter was heard.

At this moment, the rulers of Tianxuan and Immortal were actually besieged and killed at the same time.

In the void, those Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao Struggle were all focused on it.

In this game, whether it is Dangwu Wuwu or Han Muye, as long as one person falls, the general trend of the entire Dao Contention Land will change.

"Dangwu Wukong has the name of the heavenly list, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support." Someone whispered from his thoughts.

"Indeed, Xuanji betrayed, thirteen demi-saints, and two saints were besieged and killed, even if he was able to suppress the same level, he couldn't escape." Someone chimed in.

The situation is clear.

Not to mention that he is just the leader of a small world outside the Xianyuan World, even the leader of a large sect in the Xianyuan World, and it is impossible for him to escape under the siege of such forces.

At this time, it is obvious that the swaying can only barely support it.

It is only a matter of time before it is besieged and fallen.

"What about Han Muye?" Someone spoke, and curiosity was evident in his thoughts.

No one answered this question for a long time.

"Baiyun Temple, Xuanling Dao Sect, and several other major sects have made a move, and in this game, the power to besiege and kill Han Muye is ten times that of Dang Wuwu."

"If Han Muye can escape in such a situation, then it can only be said that he is really the chosen one......" someone whispered.

Han Muye's strength has always been not super strong, but he has too many opportunities.

There are so many that even these Dao Ancestors don't dare to draw conclusions easily.

"Hum—"

The frost slammed into Han Muye's body, three feet away, and turned into a wall of ice.

Sure enough, they wanted to capture Han Muye, not kill him now.

Looking at the thickening ice wall around him, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

He originally wanted to give these people a chance.

It is the best choice to hide it and let these people show the power behind them.

But now he can't.

Tens of thousands of miles away is the Fang City that he finally set up, and it is a neutral place in the land of contention.

He just said, a radius of 100,000 miles is not allowed to move.

This is slapping him in the face of Han Muye.

Anyone who slapped him in the face, he could only reluctantly beat him back.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, and behind Han Muye, the Seven Sword Pavilion appeared.

When the Sword Pavilion appeared, everyone was stunned.

Those Dao ancestors who witnessed the Taoist controversy were all shaken by divine thoughts.

This Han Muye turned out to be a person from the Sword Pavilion, and he was still the great sword cultivator in charge of the Sevenfold Sword Pavilion!

"Be careful, he is a person from the Sword Pavilion, fight quickly, don't leave your hands behind!" Outside the light curtain, a Taoist shouted.

"Shoot, there are many Sword Pavilion powerhouses here, and they will definitely come to the rescue!" On the other side, the person who spoke directly raised his hand, and a cold spear pierced through the light curtain and slammed into the ice wall.

The ice wall was quickly pressed down.

The divine light in Han Muye's eyes was intense, and outside the seven-layer Sword Pavilion behind him, the nine-layer Sword Pavilion quietly condensed.

But on the ninth floor of the Sword Pavilion, only he could see it, and even Tianzun couldn't see the slightest.

"Sword."

With a whisper in his mouth, the long sword in Han Muye's hand appeared.

"Kill."

The sword pointed forward, and the sword light in the sword tower behind him appeared, turning into an endless dragon.

The power of the Sword Pavilion is to gather thousands of sword weapons into one.

This is the same as the return of ten thousand swords.

The ice wall is in front of it, and it can't stop the dragon of the sword.

The formation condensed by nearly 100 strong men was shattered with a sword!

"Boom-"

The heavens and the earth shook, and the cold light of the broken ice wall exploded thousands of miles.

The dragon roared, with a sword groan that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The sword light dragon swept across, and with a swing of its long tail, the light curtain imprisoned around it directly shattered.

That's it.

What is a three-day great sect, what is an immortal source array powerhouse, what a saint, what a half-saint, but one blow!

This is the strength of the ninth on the heavenly list, the sword path immortal, and the strength of Tianxuan Han Xiang!

Hidden for forty years, he has never really started from the time of the Dao dispute, until today, Han Muye's sword power has shocked the world for thousands of miles!

At this moment, those Heavenly Venerable powers hidden behind all descended their divine thoughts.

"Impossible, the seventh-story sword pavilion, there are also several sword cultivators of this kind in the last three days, I have never seen such a ...... who dominates a sword" Among the Daoists standing outside the light curtain, someone spoke blankly.

It's not just him, it's a question that everyone has in mind.

Han Muye's sword far exceeded the strength it should have.

The Sevenfold Sword Pavilion has this combat power, and the Sword Pavilion has already been unified for three days.

In the distance, Bai Yuming, who was originally flying away, changed his face and flew away.

Around him, the other sword cultivators also turned around and left.

The power of the Sword Pavilion.

That is the power of the sword path of this sect, and there is a sword pavilion fighting with people, so it is natural to go.

But they don't know who the people who are being besieged and killed.

Han Muye broke the formation with a sword, and the aura on his body became more and more intense and condensed.

Now that this sword is out, there is no need to keep any more hands.

On his body, the sword light slowly turned into a thread.

"He has murderous intent!"

"If you hit with all your strength, if you can't stop us, we'll all die!"

"Sword cultivation kills, fight to the death, fight to the death!"

In an instant, the sword light, the spiritual light, the formation, the talisman, every great monk was going all out.

Around Han Muye's body, the void was directly shattered, and a radius of 100 zhang turned into a black hole of spiritual energy.

This is the result of the force of the explosion being too strong for the space to accommodate here.

With such a blow, even Dao Ancestor can't stop it!

In this world, there is no way that anyone can block this blow!

At this moment, the power outside the realm, witnessing the Dao Ancestor, the powerhouses around him, and everyone stared closely at Han Muye, who was wrapped in a black void.

Surely death.

It's a pity that such a strong man with unparalleled talent is here.

He could have been immortal.

Things in the world are really impermanent.

In everyone's hearts, such feelings were expressed.

No one thought that such a great sword cultivator, a genius who was in charge of the general trend of the party, would fall here like this.

Bai Yuming looked at Han Muye, who was wrapped in a black halo, from a distance, with a complicated look on his face.

He admired Han Muye.

Whether it was Han Muye's kendo cultivation or his attitude of presiding over the trading of treasures, it was the performance of a true powerhouse.

Such a strong man of the sect with excellent mental talent, he didn't expect to end up here.

"It's a pity ......"

Bai Yuming whispered.

In the distance, the void vibrates with demonic light.

The Great Sage.

It's a pity that even if the Great Sage comes, he will not be able to rescue it.

Hundreds of immortal source world powerhouses shot together, and the gathered power has shattered the void, who can save this power?

Zhao Zhenghe, who was hiding not far away, had a complicated complexion.

He clenched the hilt of his sword in his hand, but did not move.

He is self-aware.

Countless divine thoughts were intertwined in the void, almost causing the aura to vibrate, and those Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao dispute all shouted loudly.

"It's a pity that Han Muye is the strongest genius this Dao Ancestor has ever seen." Someone whispered regretfully.

"Hehe, no matter how strong a genius is, he has to live to count, are there still few geniuses I see?" Someone sneered.

"If he can still live this time, this Dao Ancestor-me!"

"What's that!"

"Crazy, what did I see......"

"This sword, this sword ......"

Under everyone's attention, Han Muye stabbed out with a sword in his hand.

The sword light had a hint of cyan.

The blade of the sword shines through with a halo.

The sword caused the surrounding aura to flash, as if it was about to break through the confinement of heaven and earth and the suppression of the black hole.

But how powerful can this fluttering sword be?

Indeed, this sword has no strength.

This sword contains only a trace of the power of time!

The sword flashes, and time goes back!

A sword stabbed out, the void was restored, and all the attacks were retreated to the time when the void was not broken.

Han Muye held a sword in his hand, paced along, slowly walked out of those frozen attack ranges, and then stood a hundred zhang away.

"Boom-"

Time freezes to the end.

Everything is as before.

The only thing that has changed is that Han Muye is standing a hundred zhang away, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

Kendo, control time.