As the town guard of Yuze Prefecture, Wang Minghe certainly has a clear grasp of the affairs of the various cities under his rule.

The destruction of the teleportation array of Scattered Fire City, and the siege of the Wind Thieves and the Xiangtian Tiger Guard, Wang Minghe knew all these things.

That's why he arranges rescue.

It's just that he didn't expect that the matter in this Scattered Fire City would be more complicated than he imagined, involving many forces.

The Immortal Demon King in the Bitter Immortal Domain, the Wanshen Commercial House that is common in the three states, and the Taoist characters who have been hidden in the Scattered Fire City for thousands of years......

In particular, Xiong Ke, the elder of the Zhenhuang Temple, who was dispatched, seemed to be deliberately stirring up the situation, and the news of the reply was very suspicious of making things bigger.

Not to mention the direct issuance of the extermination order against the wind thieves, Wanshen Commercial Bank and Han Muye, who is suspected of being involved, must be investigated.

Originally, Wang Minghe didn't care about these things.

An elder of the Zhenhuang Temple, who is so concerned about things in a small city, has really lost his dignity.

But looking at it now, Xiong Ke is probably deliberately blocking himself.

The real intention is probably on Han Muye.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Wang Minghe's gaze fell on the fiery red beads in Han Muye's hand on the sixth layer of the Land of Trials.

"Is this a preparation for me in advance?"

"This kid is funny, too."

Shaking his head and whispering, Wang Minghe's eyes flashed with a trace of essence.

When the Golden Immortals did not come out and the Heavenly Immortals suppressed it, deacons and elders like Wang Minghe who sat in a state were already powerful figures.

They have enough power in their hands.

Moreover, as a strong man who guards a state, he has enough vision and connections.

"Boom-"

Above the light curtain, the fiery red beads in Han Muye's hand devoured all the flames turned into by the slain fiery birds.

Han Muye could feel the longing conveyed by the beads in his hand.

He looked up at the birds that seemed to form fiery waves in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

Wang Minghe thought well, Han Muye just wanted people to know that they had nirvana beads in their hands, so that people could know what they wanted to do.

The place of trial is not only to test the disciple's ability, but also to test the heart and desire.

If you really have no desires, I'm afraid it will be inappropriate.

It's better to show what you want.

The flames rolled, Han Muye unsheathed the long sword in his hand, slashed the bird with one sword, held the fire bead in one hand, and the flames were with him, so dazzling and brilliant.

Not to mention, the visual shock brought by this scene is really extreme.

"Take a picture quickly, such a sword immortal demeanor is enough to make people fall for themselves." In a hall of trials, someone whispered.

"Dumping? It's a dump, right? The person next to him smiled and spoke.

That being said, someone had already taken out the shadow stone in his hand.

The light flame and the sword light were staggered, and Han Muye killed ten times in one step, but in a moment, he had already obtained enough qualifications to cross the ten-layer trial land.

It's just that he didn't leave directly this time, but stayed in the tenth floor for nearly a day.

In one day, the flames gathered by the birds he killed were enormous.

The flame power absorbed in the Nirvana Bead is transformed into the immortal power in it, and it is slowly conceived.

Of course, relying on this flame power alone is far from enough to stimulate the rebirth of the divine beast Phoenix.

Feeling the power, Han Muye had a little more understanding of the Nirvana Pearl.

No wonder Peng Ming Daojun wanted to raise the Nirvana Bead in the place where the leylines converge.

The power required for this bead is simply unimaginable.

He felt that this bead was going to be nirvana, and the power of the flames consumed could probably destroy hundreds of stars.

Without wasting too much time on the tenth layer, Han Muye finally flew away and rushed into the eleventh layer of trials under the condition that everyone was almost watching.

At this point, he no longer retained, showing his kendo strength, sword light rotation, invincible.

Or a sword pierces through the air, shoots thousands of miles, and sweeps away all kinds of evil.

Or the sword, the sword in the hand comes and goes, flying like a butterfly, and there is no one who can get close.

Or a sword in hand, open the mountain and split the stone, dance again, and cause the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.

……

For those sword cultivators who were watching from the Hall of Trials, it was simply an unparalleled visual feast.

This kind of sword cultivation is the ultimate way of the sword.

Although many people don't know anything about Han Muye's identity, they have already called him as a "Sword Immortal".

In order to watch the Sword Immortal break the trial level, many people directly gave up the opportunity to enter the trial land and waited before the big array.

It took Han Muye one day to step into the tenth floor, and after a one-day delay on the tenth floor, he walked forward again, and in five days, he climbed to the twentieth floor.

After two days of slight trimming, the bright eyes on the top of Han Muye's head had reached more than 100.

By the time he had spent a month and ascended to the fiftieth layer of the trial land, the eyes of the Spirit Light Array above his head had reached more than three hundred, and they had already covered all the trial halls in the surrounding three states.

Embarking on the fiftieth layer of trials is the elite level.

Stepping into the elite in a month, among these three hundred cities, within a thousand years, you can rank in the top hundred.

"Senior Brother Chen, what did Elder Zeng Sheng say?" In the trial hall of Yunlu City, Wang Minghe, who was standing in front of him, spoke in a low voice.

In front of the current trial hall, only Wang Minghe and a fifty-year-old man wearing a blue and gray Taoist robe stood side by side.

Everyone else was standing far behind, their eyes falling on the curtain of light.

Thirty days in the place of trial, and only three days outside of trial.

Two days ago, when Han Muye stepped into the twentieth floor, Wang Minghe had already reported Han Muye's matter to the elders on duty in the Zhenxuan Palace.

The deacon, who was originally sent by the elders on duty to investigate, still felt that Wang Minghe was making a big fuss and was too cautious.

But by the time he came, Han Muye had already stepped through the thirtieth layer, and his sword light was shining, like a dragon soaring for nine days.

Looking at the photos, several amazing slashes, the strength of the swordsmanship, that is, the deacon elder Chen Qiu of the Heavenly Immortal Realm admired it.

At this time, hearing Wang Minghe ask, Chen Qiu nodded and said, "Elder Zeng has already seen the Shadow Stone, for this son, we must stay in the Zhenxuan Palace." ”

Turning his head to look at Wang Minghe, he lowered his voice: "Senior brother, you have not passed the five decays of heaven and man, you may have to be reincarnated and recultivated, if this son can rise within three or five thousand years, when you return from recultivation, you will have a smooth road in the sect." ”

A hint of joy flashed on Wang Minghe's face, and he nodded slightly.

"I understand, I have asked my nephew who is guarding in Qingyun Town to come, with their friendship, it is not difficult to keep Han Muye in Zhenxuan Palace."

He looked at Han Muye, whose sword light in the light curtain was extremely fast, killing an out-of-body peak gale wolf beast with every flicker.

I really didn't expect that the grandnephews and grandchildren who were randomly arranged by my family to guard the barren town in the wasteland would be able to use them at a critical moment.

As long as Han Muye can join the Zhenxuan Palace, with the friendship of an elite disciple, his own recultivation will be much safer.

What's more, he has been in a state for so long, and the number of contacts behind him is unimaginable.

"I don't know if this Han Muye can have a chance to become a disciple of the Heaven Survey Hall or the Battle Heaven Palace." Chen Qiu's face was a little different, and he watched as the sword in Han Muye's hand slashed through the neck of the Gale Wind Wolf Beast in front of him.

At this time, it was already the fiftieth layer of the trial land, and every demon beast encountered was extremely strong.

These monster beasts, whether they are fighting individually or in groups, are not so easy to deal with.

But Han Muye still behaved lightly, and the sword light in his hand was swaying, without any slackness.

Judging by his current performance, he has a lot of potential.

Chen Qiu's words made Wang Minghe also show a trace of expectation on his face.

If Han Muye can really get the recognition of the Heaven Survey Palace, or the Battle Heaven Palace, plus the elite status of the Zhenxuan Palace, it will be the elite of the Double Palace.

In the entire Xuanling Sword Sect, there are only a handful of people who can have such dual elite identities, and each of them is a sword genius who has not been born for a hundred years.

"Thorn-"

In the light curtain, Han Muye's body and sword merged, like clouds and smoke, passing between the fierce wolf beasts that were long and long.

His long sword pierced the necks of these wolf beasts, and the body of the wolf beast, which was as hard as steel, was like tissue paper, and it broke with a single stab.

It's a very strange contrast.

It seems to be a fluttering sword, but it can kill a powerful wolf beast.

"If you lift lightly, you can switch between light and heavy, this guy's swordsmanship is terrifying." When Gong Shu of the Battle Heaven Hall said this, he no longer had the contempt he had before.

Beside him, Zhu Yong of the Heaven Survey Hall also nodded slightly, and there was a trace of battle intent in his eyes.

"When this guy joins the Sky Survey Temple, I want to have a discussion with him."

Zhu Yong stared at the golden light that had lit up in Han Muye's hand and spoke lightly.

Gong Shu turned his head and grinned, "Why can't you join the Battle Heaven Palace?" ”

Zhu Yong did not speak again.

The old man standing in front of them suddenly whispered, "Who was the last time he became the elite of the Three Palaces?" ”

His words made Gong Shu and Zhu Yong stunned.

Three halls of elite.

That's a legendary existence.

Among the disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect, is there one among the millions of people who can be valued by both the Heaven Survey Hall and the Battle Heaven Palace?

"Elder Zhao, I'm afraid that only our hall master knows about such things." Gong Shulang spoke, turning his gaze to the light curtain.

The Twin Hall Elite has.

The elites of the three halls can naturally have it.

It's just that the identity background of such characters is all secrets, and they belong to secrets that only the upper echelons of the Xuanling Sword Sect know.

From the 50th floor to the 60th floor of the Land of Trials, it took Han Muye 12 days.

In one of the levels, he defeated the Flame Golem, and he took out the Nirvana Bead again, absorbing the power of the Three Days of Flame in a grand manner.

This makes many people barre.

The 62nd Floor of the Land of Trials.

Han Muye hung quietly on a bluestone platform.

He was familiar with this high platform.

Stage.

Although it is not a real acting platform, the structure of this bluestone high platform and the core formation power are all no different from the acting platform.

At this time, the three phantoms that appeared in front of him were also the same as his body, holding a sword in his hand and a sword box in white clothes.

"The place of trials is for the selection of elites." Looking at the three phantoms in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly, and a crystal light appeared in his eyes.

The subtlety of the power displayed on these three phantoms is more than ten times more subtle than that of the Dharma Stage.

In other words, the phantom on this bluestone platform can restore Han Muye's own cultivation and combat power in a more nuanced way.

It was a summary of the sword dao swordsmanship of the sixty-one level of trials in front of him.

Looking at the phantom in front of him, the battle intent on Han Muye's body slowly condensed.

He didn't know that at this time, the three hundred people in the Great Hall of Trials who were watching had already exploded.

"Kill me for trials?" A white-haired old man's eyes widened and he whispered, "Isn't this only available in a hundred-layer trial?" ”

Beside him, a green-robed Taoist turned his head and said softly, "Uncle Shi, what is the trial of killing me?" ”

Several other sword cultivators with long swords on their backs also showed curiosity on their faces.

"This is the test of the true elite in the land of trials," beside the old man, the middle-aged man wearing a golden Dao crown said lightly: "Only when the strength cultivation is recognized by the array spirit can this formation appear." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and a trace of regret flashed on his face: "Back then, when I was on the one hundred and third floor, I encountered the formation that killed me, but unfortunately, I was defeated after three days of hard fighting. ”

After breaking through one hundred and three formations, such a person is already the elite of the elite.

Everyone around looked at this middle-aged man, and they all showed reverence and envy on their faces.

"One hundred and three?" The old man in front nodded and said softly, "It seems that the timing of the appearance of this slashing array is also related to the power of one's own cultivation. ”

As he said this, there was a deep glow in his eyes.

"Sixty-two formations are to kill me, terrible ......"

In the Great Hall of Trials in another big city, dozens of sword cultivators of different shapes stood in front of the light curtain, and the sword intent on their bodies was surging.

"Three slashes at a time, the array spirit in the land of trials really looks up to this kid."

A middle-aged sword cultivator with a bit of vicissitudes on his face shook his head and smiled bitterly: "When I was on the ninety-eighth floor, I only faced a shadow that slashed me. ”

"Hehe, I've heard that someone has faced the shadow of the three slashing me, but—" The speaker shook his head, and finally chose to remain silent.

Others didn't ask.

What can't be said, naturally can't be said.

"It's moving!" Someone looked at the phantom in the light curtain and whispered.

I saw that on the light curtain, a phantom ten zhang away in front of Han Muye directly let go of the sword in his hand and pierced Han Muye's chest.

The sword light was as fast as a meteor, and a flicker had come closer.

This swordsmanship was the same sword technique that Han Muye had used before.

The sword light is sharp, and the forest is cold and agile.

"When—"

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, and with a light twist, blocked the sword light, and then his body moved, not retreating, but advancing.

This scene made the eyes of all those people in the trial hall widen.

Is it arrogant or confident, facing the shadow of the three slashes and not retreating?

"Boom-"

The phantom on the left flew out and slashed towards Han Muye with a sword.

This sword is lightweight, and it seems to be light and weak, but the void shock it brings, roaring and exploding, is clearly the power to burst to the extreme.

At the same time, the phantom standing on the right side was also handed out with a long sword in his hand, with a flash of water.

In this water, there is the cold of ice.

A sword light was as heavy as a thousand jun, a sword light was cold to the bone, and two completely different forces were instantly pressed down, heading towards Han Muye.

Such scenes make many people clench their fists unconsciously.

But there were also people with war intent surging in their eyes.

These two completely different powers were all displayed by Han Muye in the previous trial level.

Han Muye, who completely controls these two forces, how strong is he!

"It's funny, I don't know what he will do to deal with this shadow of me." An old man with a white beard stroked his long beard and looked at the scene in the light curtain.

"I'm going to kill me, or show more—me!" Tearing off the three long whiskers, the old man's eyes widened, looking at the light curtain, Han Muye slowly stretched out his hand.

The second sword.

Hold the sword in both hands and strike left and right at the same time!