The Nine Yuan Pagoda, the unity of the nine deities, can become the treasure of the Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

Beyond the existence of immortal treasures.

Such a treasure is also an existence that belongs to the inheritance treasure in the Xuanling Sword Sect.

Han Muye didn't understand why such a treasure was scattered in this world and was collected in the treasure house by the Divine Court.

And it's as many as four.

At the beginning, there was a powerhouse of the Xuanling Sword Sect in the Immortal Realm who came to this world, and because he had a deep friendship with the God Emperor Murong, he also got a nine-yuan pagoda.

It's just that for some reason, the name and surname of this powerhouse who took the Nine Yuan Pagoda from the treasure house were erased.

Looking at it this way, it is best not to show this nine-yuan pagoda in front of outsiders.

The Nine Yuan Tower, the body that dominates the body, and the killing sword that the Yuan God has turned into, if these strongest forces cannot be displayed, Han Muye's own combat power will be reduced by more than eighty percent.

But he had to choose this way.

He is a sword cultivator, but if he asks for something, he takes the sword in his hand from the straight.

But Jian Xiu is not a fool.

He can fight beyond the ranks, but he can't be the enemy of those strong men five million years ago.

Back then, these strong men were able to kill him with one palm, but now, it is estimated that one finger is enough.

If you want to live a long time and regain your chance, you need to be patient and move forward in a low-key manner.

Wait until one day you can protect yourself and kill the gods with a sword.

Looking at the nine-story sword tower in front of him, Han Muye pondered for a moment and raised his hand to pat it.

"Hum—"

The sword tower shook, and the 30,000 long swords stored in it turned into sword light and rushed out.

The sword box behind it was revealed, and a stream of sword light fell into the sword box.

The Wanhe sword box can also warm up the sword weapon, and it can also gather the power of the long sword, but it is more than a step worse than the power of the sword tower.

After all, the Wanhe Sword Box is only a spiritual treasure, not as good as the Immortal Treasure level Nine Yuan Sword Tower.

30,000 sword weapons entered the sword box, making the sword light on the sword box shine, and it seemed that there was going to be a qualitative change.

It's just that the spiritual materials used in the Wanhe Sword Box itself are limited, and if you want to improve and become an immortal treasure, you still need a chance.

Han Muye decided that in the future, unless he had to do so, he would not even use the Nine Yuan Sword Tower.

It's just that there are many people in the world who know that he has the Nine-Yuan Sword Tower in his hands, more than those who know that he has a true body.

This is something to consider.

"Sword Pavilion."

Han Muye's eyes flashed, and he spoke in a low voice.

The origin of the Nine Yuan Sword Tower is related to the Sword Pavilion, and he promised Qi Yu Daozu that he would go to the Sword Pavilion.

The sword light on his body converged, and then the golden halo flickered.

A half-broken monument appeared.

This was an opportunity sent by Immortal Venerable, but Han Muye couldn't keep it himself.

Now in this heavenly monument, there are only a few pages containing the words of the Great Dao.

Han Muye didn't look at these pages, he didn't know if taking them out rashly would cause any changes.

He didn't know if he would not be able to bear it if he looked at this page with his current cultivation strength, and his body and soul would be damaged.

Today's self-cultivation is still too low.

Putting away the heavenly monument and checking all kinds of treasures, Han Muye's eyes flashed.

He has no shortage of protective treasures.

He is also kind to the people around him, and all kinds of treasures and treasures are given away.

What he lacks most now is the rapid improvement of his cultivation.

But this will not be achieved overnight.

Taking a deep breath, the qi and blood and spiritual qi all over the body flowed, and in the meridian dantian, there was also a cyan immortal qi surging.

In this world, there is probably no one who can compare to Han Muye in the storage of immortal qi.

The opening of the Ancient God Medicine Garden, the immortal qi accumulated in them was taken away by Han Muye.

These are all kinds of treasures in the Divine Court to pay tribute to the immortal realm, and the immortal qi given by the immortal realm.

The Divine Court was also reluctant to use it, so it spread the immortal qi in the medicine garden to raise more immortal medicines.

In addition to the immortal qi in his body, there was also a thin source power in the meridians on Han Muye's body, which was left over from the half of the futon.

With this power, his cultivation can speed up his ascension.

After checking everything, Han Muye stood up.

As soon as his body moved, Han Muye, who stepped out of the quiet room, directly passed through the land of dozens of miles and appeared in the Yuntian Medicine Valley, where the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were stationed.

"It's Han Xiang!"

"Makino Sword Ancestor!"

Sword Ancestor.

The ancestor of kendo.

It is no secret that Han Muye became an ancestor with his sword, he achieved the first place in the world on the Dharma stage, and countless people have long speculated that he broke through the bottleneck and found his own way.

Now even if the aura on his body is restrained, the sword path cultivation he shows is still like a bright light shining for those sword cultivators.

This is the power that the ancestor of a piece naturally emanates, and for many sword cultivators, it is a chance to observe it in person.

"Han, Sword Ancestor." Zhao Yu, who heard the news, saw Han Muye, and was slightly stunned, and was about to call him "Brother Han", but finally turned into "Sword Ancestor." ”

This is the kind of pressure that comes from the level that is too different.

"Makino Sword Ancestor." Bai Yuming bowed to Han Muye with a fist, his eyes revealing blazing heat.

In his hand, he had a few pieces of Han Muye's sword light on the stage.

For him, Han Muye is no longer the target of chasing, but a revered existence, a belief in the way of the sword.

He didn't dare to expect to have such a height as Han Muye.

But Han Muye's kendo cultivation made him see the strength of kendo and the longevity of kendo.

If you choose kendo, you can see the way forward.

Han Muye is a sword-like lighthouse-like existence.

It's not just Bai Yuming.

In today's cultivation world, because Han Muye broke the Dharma platform and became the first person in the world with kendo, countless practitioners chose to practice kendo.

Of course, for Han Muye, there is also a trace of cause and effect involved.

The choice of the direction of a world's cultivation changes because of him.

This is the way of heaven.

The Heavenly Dao can be big or small, as small as a small world, as big as the entire cultivation universe.

The mystery of the way of heaven is unsolvable.

"Brother Zhao, Yuming, I'm going to the Sword Pavilion." Han Muye reached out and patted Zhao Yu's shoulder and spoke softly.

Go to the Sword Pavilion!

Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming both had surprises on their faces.

The relationship between Han Muye and the Sword Pavilion is inexplicable.

Han Muye, who was in charge of the Ninefold Sword Tower and had a Sevenfold Sword Tower in his hand, was too important to the Sword Pavilion.

But Han Muye had never been to the Sword Pavilion, which not only made outsiders speculate, but even the elders and disciples in the Sword Pavilion were a little at a loss and worried in their hearts.

Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming stayed in Yuntian Medicine Valley for so long, wasn't it just to lure Han Muye to the Sword Pavilion?

"Sword Ancestor, I don't know when to leave?"

Bai Yuming clenched his fists, looked at Han Muye, and asked loudly.

If it is up to him, it is better to leave now.

But he also knew that Han Muye's identity was special, and it was impossible for him to go to the Sword Pavilion so easily.

Zhao Yu pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "Brother Han, are you preparing to go to the Imperial Sword, or do you want to teleport over directly?" ”

The Zhou Tian Great Array has a teleportation array that leads to the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion also invited Duan Chengzi to set up a teleportation array.

It was not difficult to go from Yuntian Medicine Valley to Sword Pavilion.

It took dozens of days for Edgeworth to pass.

The teleportation array, even if it is converted in a few places, only takes three or five days.

But the meaning is different.

Traveling with the sword, crossing the heavenly domain, representing the Tianxuan Han Xiang, Makino Sword Ancestor personally visited the Sword Pavilion, representing the intimate relationship between a large force and the Sword Pavilion.

If you go with the teleportation array, it is secretive and fast, but it is less deterrent.

For Han Muye, the teleportation array is the most convenient, and for the Sword Pavilion, the imperial sword can shake the Quartet the most and show its strength.

Among them, the choices are in the hands of Han Muye.

"Let's go ahead with Edgeworth." Han Muye's words made the corners of Bai Yuming and Zhao Yu's eyes twitch slightly, and even their shoulders trembled slightly.

Edgeworth's arrival means that from now on, the two powerful forces in this cultivation world will officially unite.

Three days later, Han Muye's imperial sword came out of the Yuntian Medicine Valley, and the Yellow Fat Tiger led 3,600 sword cultivators to accompany him.

All the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who resided in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley were on the right and left.

Along the way, all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion and the masters of the sect under the rule of the Sword Pavilion were all recruited.

From the Izumo Heavenly Medicine Valley to the Sword Pavilion, countless cultivators were attracted along the way.

Qi Yu, the Supreme Elder of the Sword Pavilion, and the other three elders who were in charge of the seventh-layer Sword Pavilion, all went out of the sect, and the disciples in the sect greeted each other.

When Han Muye entered the Sword Pavilion, the sky was full of sword chanting, and the endless sword light illuminated the world for thousands of miles.

This is the Sword Pavilion showing its own strength.

This scene made the Heavenly Domain and even other forces cautious and panicked.

Although he had long known about Makino Sword Ancestor and the power behind it, and knew that he had the heart to dominate this cultivation world, when he really saw Han Muye stepping into the Sword Pavilion, all parties were shaken.

Compared to the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, the Sword Pavilion was the real Heavenly Domain Sect.

Stretches of palaces, stone carvings scattered everywhere, history everywhere.

Qi Yu Daozu led Han Muye forward, accompanied by other elders, taking a look at the scenery everywhere and explaining the history of the Sword Pavilion.

There is no mistake

Behind them, there was a mighty sword cultivator, including Sword Pavilion disciples, as well as Huang Zhihu and others.

"This cliff sword carving was left by the Lord of the Sword Pavilion 300,000 years ago."

"He carved the stone with the sword in his hand as a trace, leaving these thirty-two sword light leads."

Qi Yu stretched out his hand and pointed to a ten-zhang tall cyan ten piece, and spoke loudly.

At this time, he was wearing a cyan robe, wearing a golden crown on his head, full of sword intent, and his body was straight, as if a long sword was leaning against the sky.

Not only him, but the other people of the Sword Pavilion are all high-spirited and upright.

Today is the good day they have been looking forward to for a long time.

Han Muye looked up, and on the ten zhang bluestone, thirty-two smart sword lights seemed to be shaking with the breeze.

Although the sword light was dim, it seemed to have been carved into the deepest part of the stone.

If you are an outsider, you may think so.

But Han Muye refined time and space, and he could see at a glance that this sword light was engraved on the timeline at all, and what he saw at this time was still the sword shadow of 300,000 years ago.

"It's amazing." Han Muye whispered, then turned his head and said, "Fat Tiger, look at it, you can comprehend a few sword lights." ”

This kind of sword light that can engrave the line of time, as long as you can comprehend a trace, it is all chance.

This stone carving, in the Sword Pavilion, is also a treasure, if it weren't for Han Muye's visit, Qi Yu and the others would definitely not display it.

Today, the Sword Pavilion displays various stone carving relics along the way, in fact, it is to show the heritage and inheritance of the Sword Pavilion to attract Han Muye.

At least along the way, the sword cultivators behind Han Muye were already full of reverence.

The reputation of the three-day kendo holy land on the Sword Pavilion has spread for hundreds of thousands of years.

The yellow fat tiger stepped out in one step, staring at the bluestone in front of him.

Although she was not wearing black armor, she was dressed in white with a long sword and green silk bundled, and she looked extremely sassy.

Everyone in the Sword Pavilion also quietly looked at her.

Han Muye's righteous daughter, the leader of the Tianxuan Sword Cultivation Army, and the only daughter of the Great Sage of Stepping on the Heavens, has extremely strong talents.

Although Huang Zhihu is a junior, not many people really dare to look at him as a junior.

The yellow fat tiger stood there, the sword light on his body flashed, slowly converging.

The sword light that had originally wandered in the surrounding void turned into wisps of sword filaments that swirled around her.

Ten breaths later, twelve sword lights appeared around the Yellow Fat Tiger's body.

Twelve, that's already the limit.

The sword light around him dissipated, Huang Zhihu shook his head regretfully, and bowed to Han Muye: "Father-in-law, I can only comprehend twelve sword lights." ”

Hearing her words, whether it was Qi Yu Daozu or the other accompanying Sword Pavilion disciples, the corners of their mouths twitched, and there was a slight distortion on their faces.

Can only comprehend the twelve sword lights?

In the 300,000 years of the Sword Pavilion, how much has the most sword light been comprehended at one time?

Eight ways.

200,000 years ago, the genius of the Sword Pavilion, the great elder of the previous generation, traveled through the town for three days, and brought the Sword Pavilion to the peak of the Sword Dao Heavenly Venerable Du Gongsheng, because he understood the eight sword lights at one time, causing the Sword Pavilion to shake.

"Miss Fat Tiger's kendo talent is really rare in the world." Qi Yu Daozu sighed lightly, with a look of expectation on his face.

It was not good for him to mention it to Han Muye and let the Yellow Fat Tiger enter the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Fat Tiger's identity and the power in his hands, if he enters the Sword Pavilion, it will be too big.

But if Huang Fat Tiger can become a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, it will also be a great joy for the Sword Pavilion.

The rest of the Sword Pavilion people also looked at the Yellow Fat Tiger.

They hoped that the Yellow Fat Tiger would open his mouth and worship in the Sword Pavilion as a matter of course.

"The predecessors praised it falsely, in terms of kendo talent, who in the world can compare to my father-in-law?" It's a pity that Huang Zhihu didn't seem to understand the meaning of Qi Yu's words, but turned his head to look at Han Muye, and his tone was full of pride.

There is no one in the world who is as talented as Han Muye.

It's true.

No one would doubt Huang Fat Tiger's words.

The first on the stage, this is the proof.

Everyone's eyes turned to Han Muye, and there was a hint of expectation on their faces.

Not everyone has seen what happened on the stage.

Today, is there a chance to see Han Muye show his talent?

Qi Yu Dao Ancestor and the three Sword Pavilion elders glanced at each other.

"Makino Sword Ancestor—" Before Qi Yu finished speaking, around Han Muye, thirty-two sword lights directly swirled out.

Thirty-two sword lights are understood at one time, there really is such a genius in the world!

Before the cyan stone carving, there was silence for an instant, only the thirty-two sword lights flickered lightly.

Han Muye looked at the stone carvings, his eyes were full of divine light, and he seemed to have seen through the long river of time, and looked at the senior who left the stone carvings back then.

"300,000 years have passed, the sword light has not disappeared, and the younger generations admire it." Han Muye spoke softly, and then the sword light on his body flashed, and he crashed into the stone carving.

"When—"

Thirty-two sword lights rushed into the stone carving, colliding with the thirty-two sword lights in the stone carving.

This Makino Sword Ancestor actually wanted to use his own sword path to challenge the sword power of countless thousands of years ago?

Is it arrogance, or is it self-confidence?

The Sword Pavilion disciple's face was complicated, and he watched the thirty-two pairs of sword lights collide.

Qi Yu Daozu, who was standing beside Han Muye, widened his eyes and trembled.

"How is that possible? This, this sword light—"

He stared at the sword light of the grappling, the corners of his mouth continued to tremble, and the sword intent on his body was intertwined, as if the whole person had encountered an extremely terrible thing.

"This sword light has traveled through time!"

Thirty-two sword lights traveled through 300,000 years and confronted the sword predecessors of the year!

It was not a confrontation with the sword light left by the master of the Sword Pavilion back then, but with his own sword dao, he crossed 300,000 years and faced the strongest sword path of the year!

Makino Sword Ancestor's sword path is already as strong as this!

Looking at the sword light of the fight, Qi Yu clenched his fists tightly.

Spanning 300,000 years to challenge the master of the Sword Pavilion of the year, how to win or lose?