Zhao Pingyu raised his hand, and ten thousand golden floating lights sprinkled out.

The clouds are scattered, the sky and the earth are clear, and the blue sky is high and clear.

Outside the Dongyuan City, the peak of ten thousand people is revealed.

The mountain is ten thousand feet high, and the rocks on it are craggy, and there are more red flowers and red trees, like a flame burning.

This is the second time that Dongyuan Mountain has been revealed.

The first time was when Han Muye came to Dongyuan City and fought with Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, causing a vibration on Dongyuan Mountain.

Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan realized his own sword path that day and left Dongyuan City.

Today, another strong man in Dongyuan City is also leaving.

Standing on the stone steps outside the City Lord's Mansion, City Lord Su Zisheng showed a complicated look on his face and sighed lowly.

He knew the day would come.

After all, there will be no feast for cultivators in the world.

If you seek your way, you will always depart.

"Boom-"

There was a roar and vibration between heaven and earth, and the ten thousand high mountains turned into a three-peaked slap big cyan stone, which fell on Zhao Pingyu's palm.

This mountain of ten thousand people is a great treasure.

"Hehe, big brother, I've lived in Dongyuan City for so many years, and I have nothing to give you."

Zhao Pingyu looked in the direction of Dongyuan City, slapped the bluestone in his hand, and turned into three.

With a wave of his sleeve, he swept one of them towards Dongyuan City.

The mountain peak turned into a thousand feet in mid-air, suspended in mid-air.

"Hey, there is nothing that the eldest brother can give you, Yunlan Sword Immortal, as long as you can help the second brother find the inheritance of the predecessors of the formation path, in the future, my Dongyuan City will be merged into Yunlan City and make an acropolis for Yunlan City."

Su Zisheng's voice sounded, making Zhao Pingyu tremble.

Dongyuan City is Su Zisheng's half-life effort!

He turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

Although Su Zisheng's cultivation is not top-notch, he really has nothing to say about his bearing and behavior.

At the beginning, he invited Han Muye to Dongyuan City, and directly took out so many treasures as lottery heads, winning the hearts of a group of sword cultivators.

Today, it was a promise for Han Muye, and even Dongyuan City could be pressed.

No wonder Huang Huan and Zhao Pingyu are willing to live in seclusion in Dongyuan City.

"Haha, let's go." Zhao Pingyu saw Han Muye nodding, laughed, and his body turned into a breeze.

Han Muye's figure also followed Edgeworth.

Outside Dongyuan City, in the thatched pavilion at the foot of Dongyuan Mountain, several Taoists in green robes bowed gently in the direction where Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu left.

Flying all the way, Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu were extremely fast.

Zhao Pingyu is known as Zhao Qianzhen, and he knows the teleportation array very well.

Set up several formations in the wasteland and attract the power of teleportation from several surrounding cities.

However, on the tenth day, the two of them had already crossed the entire wasteland and came to the edge of the Yunteng Wasteland, which was not far from the Bitter Immortal Domain.

It was still an endless desolation, but there were many more deserts, and under the scorching sun, the light seemed illusory.

There are many giant beasts lying around, looking at the surging qi and blood on their bodies, they seem to be very powerful.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, this place borders the Bitter Immortal Domain, it's best not to hunt demon beasts." Zhao Pingyu pointed to those leisurely giant beasts: "These are all blood food stocked in the Bitter Immortal Domain. ”

Blood food, food.

Many demon clans do not like to directly devour demon beasts with the same bloodline, but domesticate them, and then extract the power of the bloodline to refine.

"The Blood War Sect likes to sweep around this place bordering the Bitter Immortal Domain, and temper it by hunting and killing the Demon Clan of the Bitter Immortal Domain."

Han Muye's gaze fell on the huge dry bones on the mountains not far away.

Obviously, these alien beast bodies that had not yet decayed cleanly had traces of the killing power of the Blood War Sect on them.

"Boom-"

In the distance, there was a roar.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, we still don't-" Zhao Pingyu didn't finish speaking, seeing that there was a faint battle intent rising on Han Muye's body, as long as he shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's because I want to fork in, I'm a formation path cultivator, and everything is shrinking back."

"You are a sword cultivator, there is something, and you are rushing forward......"

His words made Han Muye smile.

"Haha, it's rare for me to meet the Blood Battle Sect and the Iron Armor Battle Sect powerhouse, I should always take a look." Han Muye, a powerhouse of the Blood Battle Sect, had encountered several of them, among which Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan was one.

The Blood War Sect only seeks victory, and it will win every battle.

Han Muye, the powerhouse of the Iron Armor Battle Gate, really hasn't seen it.

This big sect is low-key and occupies the land of the Seven States, but it does not have much intersection with several other sects.

As far as Han Muye knew, the main forces of the Iron Armor Battle Gate were all dragged in the Broken Soul Valley.

Of the three major Jedi in the Rain Immortal Realm, only the Valley of Broken Souls is supported by the power of one family.

The other Burial Immortal Cities and Dripping Blood Cliffs are all in charge of the joint efforts of various sects in the Rain-Covered Immortal Realm.

According to Han Muye's memory from Shu Ming's Golden Immortal Sabre, the immortal realm opposite the Broken Soul Valley was also dominated by body refining, and his physical strength was strong.

Whether it is the Dao Gate or the Sword Sect, it is difficult to confront it, and only the Iron Armor Battle Gate, which is also refining the body, can block it.

Because the Iron Armor Battle Gate is alone in one Jedi, in normal times, other sects don't have any conflicts with them.

"Boom-"

The roar of the explosion came, and the heavens and the earth shook, and even the clouds in the sky were surging and turbulent.

This is at least a confrontation between two immortal powerhouses.

The battle of such masters, observing it, is of great benefit to immortal cultivators of the same realm.

Seeing Han Muye walking away with his sword, Zhao Pingyu also became interested, raised his hand and landed a cyan mountain peak at his feet, and the other one hung above his head, and then took a step and disappeared.

Flying out of the hundred miles, he saw Han Muye hanging quietly in front of him.

At this time, Han Muye's eyes were shining brightly, watching the two figures clashing on the wasteland below.

On one side is a big man who is too tall, half of his body is blue and black iron armor, with his bare hands, and every punch shakes the mountains and rivers.

On one side was a blood-armored, spear-wielding, spear-wielding, and a powerhouse of the Blood Battle Sect with the power of the Shattered Void.

The two fists collided with the war spear, causing the void to vibrate, scattering black cracks one after another.

The space around the two of them is already like a spider's web, which may be broken at any time.

This is due to the fact that the two of them restrained their strength and suppressed it in Qianzhang, making the power in Qianzhang too surging.

"Kill!"

The strong man of the Blood Battle Sect who was holding a war spear sensed the arrival of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, and with a low shout, the spear in his hand smashed down towards the ironclad man in front of him.

The big man's waist sank slightly, and he punched out.

"When—"

Sure enough, it was worthy of the name of the iron armor, the fist and the gun collided, and the sound was crisp.

With the power of this blow, the strong man of the Blood Battle Sect stepped back ten feet, and the gun in his hand suddenly swept away.

"Smack-"

The hills on one side were picked apart, and a violet-black cheetah lying on the ground trembling rolled down its body.

The spear burst like a star through the cold streamer, pressing down on the purple leopard.

The big man of the ironclad battle gate shouted angrily, rushed over to protect the purple leopard's body, and let those spears hit his back, exploding a bloody color.

The big man snorted and reached out to hold down the purple leopard that wanted to fly and pounce.

This purple leopard is obviously injured, and it is not the opponent of the strong people of the Blood Battle Sect.

"Hmph, woman's kindness."

The powerhouse of the Blood Battle Sect snorted coldly, raised the spear in his hand, and swept his gaze over Han Muye, who was still hanging.

"Boy, are you also here to snatch the Blood Mangzi River Car?"

Bloody purple river car?

Han Muye's gaze fell on the purple cheetah.

This thing is a commonly used elixir in the cultivation world.

In fact, it is the placenta of many living beings, which contains a trace of innate immortal aura.

It's just that when many people take this placenta, in order to retain the immortal aura in it completely, they will directly take it away from the embryo, acting cruelly.

The blood mangzi river car seems to be a rare treasure conceived by this purple leopard.

It's just that Han Muye is not interested in these things.

As the city lord of Yunlan City, he never worries about any treasures in his cultivation.

Saying this, it may make many Golden Immortal powerhouses jealous and crazy.

But it's true.

Hearing the words of the powerhouse of the Blood Battle Sect, the big man of the Iron Battle Gate turned his head to look at Han Muye, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

He held down the manic purple leopard with one hand, and his eyes interlaced between Han Muye and the powerhouse of the Blood Battle Sect.

Although Han Muye seems to be calm and light-hearted, he may be so relaxed before such a scene, he must not be an ordinary weakling.

How many sword cultivators who can walk on the wasteland are weak?

"I'm not interested in the Purple River car." Han Muye shook his head, slowly raised his hand, and held his hands on the long sword behind his back.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, the blood light on the body of the Blood Battle Sect powerhouse holding the spear below suddenly exploded.

The strong are sensing!

Clash of Fighting Spirits!

Murderous intent collides!

"When—"

The spear blocked in front of him, striking at the blade, and the face of the strong man of the Blood Battle Sect changed, and his body retreated sharply.

"When—"

He raised his hand, and a blade of sword appeared above his head.

Retreat.

"When—"

In front of him and at his side, a sword blade appeared.

"Humph!" His eyes revealed the intent of war, and the spear struck, and the spear turned into a spear flower the size of a grinding plate, and the long sword in front of him was picked apart.

"Town!"

With a low shout, before he speared, the blood-colored evil qi turned into recklessness, his body rolled, his mouth opened, and he bit the sword that appeared again, and then his head exploded.

Han Muye's figure finally appeared, landing three zhang away, holding a long sword in each hand.

The recklessness gathered by this bloody aura is sensitive to the power of killing, even if it is raided again, it will not be interesting, and it will inevitably be discovered.

Of course, Han Muye never thought of relying on a surprise attack to defeat a Blood Battle Sect master.

"Blood Battle Sect Jia Lintao, who are you?" The spear in the hand of the powerhouse of the Blood Battle Sect pointed at Han Muye, and said in a cold voice: "With this kind of swordsmanship, there are not many sword cultivators in the wasteland. ”

The ironclad battle gate man who leaned over slightly on the side also had a solemnity in his eyes.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, and his twin swords slowly pointed forward.

"Only those who can take my sword are qualified to know my name."

As the words fell, his sword had already stabbed out.

Fast!

Nothing else, just fast!

It seems that the sword blade is pressed forward inch by inch, but in fact, thousands of swords have been stabbed.

Each sword is just a ray of light.

But tens of thousands of sword lights were superimposed, and the sword lights that were triggered directly tore through the void.

Jia Lintao's face changed rapidly, and he shouted in a low voice: "The peak of the cave void!" ”

Not only is it the peak of the cave void, with his knowledge, even the peak of the cave void may not be able to perform such swordsmanship!

On the wasteland, when will such a kendo powerhouse come?

He didn't dare to slack off, and the spear in his hand collided with the blade.

An inch long and an inch strong.

If he let that sword edge come to him, he would definitely not be able to stop it.

"Heavenly Wind, Bloody Battle-"

The spear carried the wind and collided with the sword shadow.

The blood was full of blood, and the spear seemed to be unable to stop the sword of the countless blades converging, and it kept trembling and retreating.

But Jia Lintao's body had a surging blood-colored aura appearing, his face was hideous, and the spear was pressed forward and smashed down.

Even if the gun is broken, it will not be returned!

The name of the bloody war is truly worthy of the name.

"Thorn-"

The blade of the sword brought a long mark on the body of the spear, breaking off the immortal pattern on it.

Then, the second long sword flashed and stabbed straight out.

"When—"

The long sword is pointed at the body of the spear, and it is pointed at the place where the immortal pattern has been cut off before.

Jia Lintao's face was gloomy, and the spear in his hand was reversed, regardless of the long sword stabbed to his chest, he only stabbed the spear at Han Muye's neck.

An inch long, still an inch strong.

"When—"

The spear failed to stab in front of Han Muye.

Because Han Muye's wrist flicked, the long sword stabbed again, picking at the place where the spear immortal pattern was broken, and directly stabbed off this top magic weapon that had already touched the edge of the immortal treasure.

Sword Breaker!

From the beginning to the end, the confrontation lasted less than a breath, and the battle spear in the hand of a Heavenly Immortal powerhouse of the Blood Battle Sect broke!

Jia Lintao gritted his teeth and stepped back, holding a broken gun, staring at Han Muye.

The face of the big man of the ironclad battle gate not far away was also extremely solemn, and the battle intent on his body was surging.

"Weak." Han Muye shook his head, stepped out, and the long sword in his hand swept abruptly.

Jia Lintao broke the gun in his hand and threw it at Han Muye's head, then his body moved, he stepped back, landed on a black spatial crack, and his figure disappeared.

Han Muye slowly put away his sword, showing some disappointment on his face.

I thought it was a master of the Blood War Sect, but I didn't want to be a Blood War Sect Heavenly Immortal Realm who no longer had much fighting will.

The strong of the Blood War Sect are invincible, strong in the big waves, and the strongest will have a strong will to fight in every battle.

This Jia Lintao is not.

Like Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, this guy also lost his fighting spirit and had no desire to fight to the death.

What Han Muye wanted to challenge was the true powerhouse of the Blood War Sect.

He turned around and looked at the ironclad battle gate man who was slowly getting up.

"Let's fight."

The big man bowed his hand to Han Muye and shouted: "Ironclad Battle Gate Wuchanghe." ”

Han Muye looked at Wu Changhe, who had signed up for his surname: "Do you know that I want to fight with you?" ”

Wu Changhe punched out and said loudly: "The sword maniac I met is not one. ”

These words made Han Muye laugh, and the sword in his hand was retracted, and then in his hands, a thick-backed big sword condensed.

On his body, the aura of the ancient desolate divine beast condensed, and the phantom of Kui Niu turned into a faint halo.

"Drink—"

The great sword in both hands slashed down.

"Boom-"

Like a sword collapsing in the mountains, it directly cut Wu Changhe's body away.

The purple leopard lying on the ground flew up and rushed towards Han Muye.

"Don't!"

Wu Changhe exclaimed.

Han Muye's sword in his hand was raised, and one reversed, and the spine of the sword slapped down, smashing on the top of the purple leopard's head, pressing it on.

This sword was actually tens of millions of pounds, pressing the purple leopard, allowing it to keep struggling but unable to get up.

"Don't hurt it."

Wu Changhe looked at Han Muye, with a hint of nervousness on his face.

Han Muye slowly put away his sword and looked at Wu Changhe: "You and this purple leopard are both injured, and it's not interesting to fight you." ”

The sword in his hand dispersed, and Han Muye turned around and walked back.

For him, it would be good to personally feel the methods of the Blood Battle Sect and the powerhouses of the Iron Armor Battle Sect.

When you have time, you should be rewarded by slowly deferring these two tricks.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Wu Changhe suddenly spoke.

Han Muye turned his head to look at him.

Wu Changhe showed a trace of reluctance on his face, and then he still spoke: "Your cultivation is stronger than mine, and your actions are also measured." ”

After a pause, he looked at Han Muye: "You still have the power of the demon clan's bloodline." ”

Han Muye looked at him and didn't speak.

"I, I want to give you the purple leaf."

Purple leaves.

The purple leopard lying on the ground raised its head, and its smart eyes were full of unwillingness and reluctance.

"Ziye, you're about to have your own child, it's not safe in the wasteland."

"I, you know what will happen if you take your child back to the sect."

Wu Changhe clenched his fists, looked at the purple leopard, and spoke in a low voice.

He raised his head and said softly, "I want to ask you to take it to the Bitter Immortal Realm." ”

Bitter Immortal Domain?

Han Muye understood that Wu Changhe regarded himself as a big demon in the Bitter Immortal Domain.

Also, the bloodline power of his demon clan appeared on the edge of this bitter immortal domain, what is it if he is not a big demon?

"Whew-"

The purple leopard let out a low groan of pain.

Han Muye looked over, shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when she gives birth." ”

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw out a pale golden elixir.

The pill directly dissolved and wrapped the purple leopard.

"Will you deliver a baby?" Han Muye looked at Wu Changhe.

Wu Changhe's face froze.

Han Muye shook his head: "I won't either." ”

"That, I did have one or two experiences back then......" Zhao Pingyu, who flew down, said with a smile.

……

Half a day later, in front of a low stone cave under a hill a hundred miles away, the golden fire was full of flames and served as a bonfire.

With curiosity, its eyes kept looking at the three little purple leopards that were nursing in the arms of a purple leopard named Ziye.

It's just that Ziye half-squinted, slightly tired, and still had a trace of vigilance in his eyes, as if he was afraid that the golden fire would be too close and set them on fire.

Not far away, Han Muye, Wu Changhe, and Zhao Pingyu sat opposite each other.

Wu Changhe held a wine gourd in his hand, poured a big sip, and a trace of blush flashed on his face.

"I know that immortal cultivators such as us should be based on our own combat power, especially my ironclad battle gate, and I look down on people who cultivate with the help of external forces."

"I, Wuchang Heben, never thought of borrowing the power of purple leaves to cultivate."

"Back then, we met in a big battle, and at that time it didn't kill me who was seriously injured, and it fought side by side with me and broke out of the siege together."

Maybe everyone who cultivates the way of the body is the same, Wu Changhe has nothing to hide from Han Muye, and tells the process of knowing Ziye and how to accompany each other.

Because of Purple Leaf's help, his combat power has increased a lot.

And with his help, Ziye can also have enough resources to cultivate.

"Hey, originally, I should have accompanied Ziye to its clan."

Taking a sip of wine, Wu Changhe shook his head.

The Purple Leaf Hui tribe made a trip, and only returned after decades, and then not only was he injured, but he also gave birth to an heir.

According to the exchange of divine thoughts, Wu Changhe knew that the Purple Leaf Race had encountered a catastrophe, and the entire race was almost completely wiped out.

The strongest of his clan tried his best to deal with the strong enemy, and finally fell seriously injured, and the other clans were also killed, and Ziye was escorted by the clan to flee at a critical time.

Because the offspring in its womb is the blood of the strongest of the clan.

"In the past few years, Ziye has been unable to exert its own combat power, and many people in the sect have beaten it with the idea of having an heir in the womb, so I took it to this wasteland."

Wu Changhe had a complicated look on his face.

He couldn't protect Ziye's three children.

If they return to the sect, these three cubs will inevitably be handed over to the sect and then assigned.

Different from other sects, the rules of the Iron Armor Battle Gate are extremely strict, and they have a sense of military law and military rules.

The disciples in the sect harvest on weekdays have to be handed over to the sect and then redistributed.

After all, the ironclad battle gate is strong in rushing and killing in formation, and the relationship between the same gate is not bad.

It's just that turning in everything will make people reluctant.

Wu Changhe was selfish and reluctant to hand over Ziye's cub, which is also understandable.

Zhao Pingyu turned his head to look at the purple leopard mother and son over there, and lowered his voice: "It's not easy to take care of them, but I can feel that their bloodline strength is not bad." ”

Of course, it is not easy for these three little purple leopards to grow up.

But if they all grow up safely, their combat power will be extraordinary at that time.

Wu Changhe nodded, a hint of anticipation flashing across his face.

"If you're just looking for a place where they can grow safely, I can recommend a place." Han Muye groaned for a moment and spoke.

Wu Changhe looked up at him.

Han Muye said softly: "Today's Kuxian Domain is a time of turmoil, not a good place. ”

"Through the wasteland, there is a Yunlan City, where they can live safely."

Yunlan City?

Wu Changhe thought for a while and said, "I've heard of the name, it is said that the city lord of this city is a sword cultivator, and his combat power-"

He was stunned for a moment and looked at Han Muye: "It's you?" ”

Zhao Pingyu on the side showed a smile on his face: "This is the invincible city lord of Yunlan City of Yunlan Sword Immortal." ”

"Yunlan City under the rule of the Invincible City Lord is probably really one of the few places in the world that can accept them."

Hearing Zhao Pingyu's words, Wu Changhe's face was solemn: "I have heard the name of Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I admire it very much. ”

"Can Yunlan City really keep them?"

Whether it's a wasteland or somewhere else, there aren't many places where monsters can live in peace.

What's more, because of production, the purple leopard mother and son who don't have much combat power for the time being.

Everywhere, they are superior prey in the eyes of many.

"I don't dare to guarantee that there will be no killings in Yunlan City, but whether it is a demon clan or a demon beast, in Yunlan City, they can be treated equally."

Han Muye's face was calm, and he looked at the purple leopard who was listening with his eyes slightly closed, but actually listening with his ears pricked up.

As if sensing Han Muye's gaze, the purple leopard opened his eyes, looked at Han Muye, and then turned his head to look at Wu Changhe.

The purple leopard whispered a few times, then lowered its head and licked the newborn purple leopard.

The golden fire jumped to the side, causing a warm light to flicker.

"I, since Ziye is willing to go, I'll send them there." It seemed that he had communicated with the Purple Leopard Divine Thought, Wu Changhe no longer hesitated and spoke.

"Don't worry, if Yunlan City can stay for a long time, Ziye and I will definitely have a good reward." Wu Changhe stood up and bowed his hand to Han Muye.

For his generous reward, Han Muye didn't care much about it.

But Wuchang He was able to take the purple leopard to Yunlan City, which was a good sign for Yunlan City.

Even the people of the Iron Armor Battle Gate are willing to foster the demon beasts, which shows the freedom and tranquility of Yunlan City.

"You still have injuries on your body, and your combat strength can't be recovered for a while."

Han Muye looked at Wu Changhe, raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared.

Contract Talisman.

"You can try to form a contract with Purple Leaf and rely on each other's strength, so that you can recover faster."

Indenture?

Wu Changhe took the talisman, and the power in his mind was perceived, frowning slightly, and groaning there.

Han Muye ignored him, stood up, stretched out his hand, and led the golden fire to his shoulder, and then flew up the cliff and looked into the distance.

Zhao Pingyu also smiled and followed.

"Over there is the location of the great array left by my predecessors, although I can't see it, but I can sense the distortion of the power of heaven and earth." Zhao Pingyu stretched out his hand and pointed to the position in front of him.

Han Muye nodded, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes: "Blood Battle Sect, it seems that there are also people going over there?" ”

Zhao Pingyu also saw a few pillars of blood-colored smoke, and nodded solemnly.

The people of the Blood War Sect acted without concealment, and the pillar of smoke was eager to dye the heavens and the earth into blood.

Han Muye was just about to poke out his divine thoughts, when he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

In his divine hide, there was a trace of the vibration of the power of the divine soul.

It's done.

The contract is formed.

Under the cliff below, a golden halo flickered, wrapping Wu Changhe and the purple leopard in it, and the halo visible to the naked eye was intertwined with fairy patterns.

This is a contract between the human race and the demon beasts, and their hearts and powers will be more closely connected in the future.

Of course, as Han Muye, who made talismans, he was not without any benefits.

The most direct thing is that when the contract was concluded, he, as a witness and the creator of the contract, quietly assumed the just duty that originally belonged to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Where there is responsibility, there is gain.

Every time he made an additional contract, he would receive a slight benefit from the divine soul power in his divine treasure.

One or two invisible changes, but what about thousands, 100,000, and millions?

In the future, there can really be a million contracts concluded, and Han Muye, as the creator of the contract, has a rich feedback of divine soul power, and even he doesn't dare to think about it.

When the flying body fell, the golden light below had disappeared.

Wu Changhe stood beside the purple leopard with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Invincible City Lord." The surging power in his body made his heart feel at ease.

By signing a contract, the power of the purple leopard allowed him to recover from all his injuries.

This is Ziye's choice, after all, Ziye doesn't have much combat power now, so it's better to lend his own strength to Wuchanghe.

The power of the two phases is superimposed, and with the blessing of the bloodline power of the demon clan, Wu Changhe's combat power is not only not lost, but increased several times.

The magic of the power of this contract made Wuchang He amazed and delighted.

Of course, he and Ziye are accompanied by life and death, and there is no barrier, otherwise, it would be impossible to do this.

The transformation of the two forces, if it were not for mutual trust, would not have been so smooth.

"This is my identity token in the sect, he may be able to use it when you go to the iron armor battle gate to rule." Wu Changhe handed a blue-black token to Han Muye and spoke.

Han Muye was not polite and accepted the token directly.

There are not many intersections between the Iron Armor Battle Gate and other sects, and they are relatively exclusive on weekdays, so the role of this token is not small.

Wu Changhe left with the purple leopard mother and son and went to Yunlan City.

With his combat power and identity as a master of the Iron Armor Battle Gate, it is not difficult to cross the wasteland.

As long as you go to Yunlan City, you can let the purple leopard raise the little purple leopard safely.

Seeing Wu Changhe leave, Han Muye turned his head and looked at Zhao Pingyu.

"Senpai senior, let's go."

Zhao Qianzhen nodded, raised his hand and shrouded the cyan immortal light, and his body turned into nothingness.

The power of the formation.

This place is not far from the remnants of that Array Senior, and the power of the Formation Dao pulls them so that they can reach them faster.

Half an hour later, the two of them had arrived in a turbulent illusory space.

This is the power of the Formation Dao to change the surrounding void, so that the power of the Void and the power of the Formation Dao are combined, as if the cave is opened up and exists here alone.

"Using the power of the formation path to simulate the means of dissolving the void, although this formation path senior has not stepped into the realm of golden immortals, this method is not much worse."

Zhao Pingyu looked at the agility and illusion around him and spoke in a low voice.

Indeed, this is a space opened up with the power of the Formation Dao, but it has the environment of turning into a void and a void, and it can be seen that the means are extraordinary.

However, it is a pity that this strong man did not take that step and became a golden immortal.

If you become a golden immortal, this level of power will definitely be different.

"The Blood War Sect seems to be sharpening itself with the power of this array, these people deliberately stepped into the illusion realm, and then urged the power to break the formation."

Han Muye looked at the blood-colored pillar of smoke in the illusory in front of him and said softly.

Over there, several masters of the Blood Battle Sect were struggling to kill.

In fact, there was nothing in this array that could stop them, just a phantom array.

These Blood Battle Sect masters deliberately put themselves in the phantom array, and then fought in it.

It's a lot like a challenge on the stage.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

The Blood War Sect is so belligerent, and the Dharma Arena and the Ascension Immortal Terrace are really treasures for them.

If you look at it this way, I'm afraid that in the fight for control of Ascension Immortal, the Blood War Sect will go all out.

If the Blood Battle Sect continued to control the Ascension Immortal Terrace, it would not be good news for Han Muye and the cultivators of the Source Heaven Star Domain.

"Boom-"

Ahead, a blood-colored spear blade stabbed towards Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu.

The gun's blade revealed the cold killing intent, condensed into a bloody aura that made people's hearts throb.

There's no need for a reason, it's just a hunt in the phantom array.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a cyan sword blade stabbed out from his fingertips.

"When—"

The blade of the sword shattered the blade of the spear.

The void shook, and more columns of smoke gathered in front of them.

"Follow me." The rune immortal light in Zhao Pingyu's hand flickered, opening up an illusory path, leading Han Muye into it.

In the rear, the columns of smoke followed, converging continuously.

Three days later, in front of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, there was a cyan hall.

In front of the main hall, there was an array of golden-armored soldiers.

"Puppet battle array, looking at it this way, the inheritance of this formation predecessor is probably extremely extraordinary." Keeping his eyes firmly on the battle array, Zhao Pingyu clenched his fists, and his eyes showed a bit of excitement.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, if you want to enter the main hall, you need to break this formation." He turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Please Han Muye to come along, just for this moment.

This battle formation needs real strength to break it, and there is no fancy thing to speak of.

Han Muye turned to look at the pillar of smoke behind him.

Twenty sky-high columns of blood-colored smoke were already a hundred miles away, and it would only take a quarter of an hour to arrive.

"A quarter of an hour, that's enough."

Whispering softly, Han Muye stepped out in one step, and his figure fell in front of the main hall.

All the golden-armored warriors instantly opened their eyes, and the spears in their hands pointed at Han Muye.

"Time is tight and the task is heavy, everyone, I won't leave it alone." Han Muye whispered softly, and a blue and black sword in his hand gathered.

The big sword is five feet, as wide as a door panel, and the fairy light flashes on it.

In front of the main hall, the roar resounded, the battle array surged, and the strength was gathered, condensing into a golden-veined white tiger, roaring in the sky.

"White Tiger?"

"I have experience in dealing with white tigers."

Han Muye chuckled, the qi and blood on his body rushed like a long river, turning into a thick pillar of smoke, the big sword in his hand was raised, and he jumped forward, and the long sword slashed down.

"Crack, abyss—"