Stepping into the Bitter Immortal Domain, Han Muye was suddenly shocked.

The vast aura on his face made him move with the power of his blood.

Behind him, the shadow of the cow appeared and disappeared.

The veins hidden deep in the body of the tyrant quietly stretched, absorbing a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

The power of heaven and earth in this bitter immortal realm actually has traces of ancient desolation.

How can it be?

Unless—

Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

Unless this was once the cave of some great desolation, and later fell here.

This can also explain why there are traces of the power of the desolation here, and why there are so many demon clans here.

Ahead, a flying demon beast intercepted him, and as soon as Han Muye's body moved, he threw it away.

In the heavens and on the earth, you can see monsters fighting everywhere.

There are also some demon clans that have turned into human form, and the aura on their bodies is powerful, and they can see the demon light soaring into the sky from a distance.

With the guidance of the blood-colored aura, Han Muye flew away for five days and landed outside a large green city.

This big city in the Bitter Immortal Domain is different from the Yunteng Wasteland, the whole city is like a cascading mountain, stacked layer by layer, reaching up to thousands of feet.

The green vegetation enveloped the entire city, and the demonic light flickered from everywhere, making it extremely prosperous.

Outside the city where Han Muye fell, there was an endless caravan, all of which were queuing up to rush to the city.

When a person like Han Muye flew down and fell, everyone was already surprised.

But someone still shouted: "Where did it come from?" Go to the back. ”

Han Muye turned his head to look and saw that the person who spoke was a four-armed man who was two feet tall, covered in green skin, and had a head and face like a toad.

The big man carried a large basket behind his back, and the basket was full of gray and black ore, which looked extremely heavy.

Just looking at the size of the basket, it can also be loaded with 10,000 catties facing up.

Behind the big man, there was a row of tall bodies that looked about the same.

They all carry large baskets on their backs.

"The Green Sac?" Han Muye whispered.

The Green Capsule is a low-ranking ethnic group in the Bitter Immortal Domain, and is usually responsible for transporting ores.

Only a little higher than the servitude status of those Terrans.

Coincidentally, Han Muye is a human race.

Therefore, this big man of the Qingbao clan dared to glare at Han Muye angrily.

Seeing Han Muye looking up at himself, the big man snorted coldly, and among his four arms, one of them stretched out and slapped it on the head towards Han Muye.

This blow, if it is solid, Han Muye will definitely be a flesh paste.

It's just that since Han Muye is flying from the Imperial Sword, how can he not even be able to take this blow?

His eyes narrowed, and a golden sword light flashed out.

"Thorn-"

With a sweep of the sword light, the outstretched arm of the big man of the green capsule clan was directly cut off, and the blue and black blood spilled all over the ground.

This sword was fast, and the people around him only looked at a sword light, and they brought out a pool of blood.

"Ahh

"Murder—"

"Intercept the road—"

The big man who had cut off one of his arms went limp, collapsed to the ground, and roared.

Not far away, several figures flew away, hanging in the air.

Green robe and black armor, with two horns on his head, holding a spear, and stepping on a dark golden flywheel under his feet.

I don't know which big demon's private army it is, and it looks quite powerful.

"Who dares to intercept and kill the mining team of the Four Spirit Demon Kings?" The blue-robed and black-armored army in the lead pointed his spear at Han Muye, and the demon light on his body condensed, turning into a black goat covered with cloud patterns. …

The other black-armored soldiers also looked at Han Muye vigilantly.

Although the big man who had his arm cut off trembled in pain, he could see that the corners of his mouth were grinning, and there was a smug look on his face that he had succeeded in his treacherous plan, and he held the broken arm and took it to his shoulder.

On the severed arm, the cyan silk sacs were like stitched needles and threads, connecting to the shoulder wound.

It's just that the next moment, the big man's face turned pale.

The tried-and-true method of rebirth of the severed limbs of the Green Capsule Clan has lost its effect!

The silk sac on the broken arm couldn't connect to the shoulder.

The golden sword shadow on his shoulder flashed, cutting off all the silk sacs.

This arm is really broken!

The leading general in mid-air frowned and stared at Han Muye.

The Bitter Immortal Domain is the territory of the demon race, but it doesn't mean that there are no powerful human races.

"Who the hell are you?"

The general snorted, pressed down with the spear in his hand, and prepared to form a formation to take down Han Muye.

Attacking and injuring the person of their ore transport team in front of him is a provocation to the demon king.

Looking at the formation of spears, Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and in his palms, sword light gathered.

At this moment, a low voice not far away: "Get out." ”

The sound turned into a golden thunder shadow, and it exploded with a roar, knocking the generals out of the way.

Qin Zhaoyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, stepped out, landed on Han Muye's side, and said in a low voice, "Qin Zhaoyuan has seen the city lord. ”

Han Muye came to the Bitter Immortal Domain as agreed, and he wanted to serve Han Muye as the master according to the agreement.

As for helping to save people, as well as finding the relics of the Immortal Monarch, that is another agreement.

"That's the caravan under the throne of the Four Spirit Demons, specializing in some drudgery."

"Since I have offended the city lords, then I will kill them." Qin Zhaoyuan took a step forward, and the purple thunder light that emanated from his body made those Qingbao clan people tremble.

The cultivation and killing intent condensed on Qin Zhaoyuan's body could instantly turn them into ashes.

The domineering spirit on the body of the thundering Qin Sixth Master was revealed at this moment.

In the Bitter Immortal Domain, there are no rules.

Kill a lot, and being ruthless enough is the rule.

Purple lightning, thunder, and wind all once held the rules firmly in their hands.

"You don't have to do it with the sixth master." At this moment, a big man in a black robe strode over, holding a long knife in his hand, looking at those Qingbao people, and then the long knife was raised, pointing at the black-armored generals who had just gotten up.

"Go back and tell the Four Spirit Demon Kings that these smashes have made my valued customers of the Zhulong Firm's house unhappy." The golden streamer gathered on the long knife of the big man, and in the flash, there was a deep evil aura.

"He should know how to do it."

The big man's words made the black-armored general's face change, nodded, didn't dare to stay where he was, turned around and led the flywheel away.

"Tsukulong Firm!" Someone in the queue whispered.

"The Zhulong Merchant House is a big merchant house rampant in our Bitter Immortal Domain, and the Four Spirit Demon Kings may not dare to offend." There was a long-necked demon with four ears and four eyes on his head whispering.

"You don't know this? A hundred years ago, the Four Spirit Demon King offended a deacon shopkeeper of the Zhulong Trading Company, was chased and killed by the Zhulong Trading Company, and almost fell directly. "There were people around.

Those Qingbao people were already trembling and did not dare to raise their heads.

"Lord Sword Immortal, Sixth Master, you don't need to deal with these ants, the Four Spirit Demon King will naturally give you an explanation." …

The black-robed man turned his head and bowed towards Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan.

"My name is Du Qiang, and I am the current steward of the caravan."

"The big shopkeeper has instructed, this time our lives will be handed over to Lord Sword Immortal."

Du Qiang lowered his voice and spoke respectfully.

The alliance between Han Muye and Chen Zhulong is based on the creatures of the Bitter Immortal Domain in Yunlan City, and it is based on that contract talisman, which can be described as an unbreakable alliance.

Under Chen Zhulong, it is normal to be so respectful in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, looked around, and said, "Where is this, how should I go next?" ”

Du Qiang glanced at a few people behind him, and everyone dispersed the onlookers around him.

"Lord Sword Immortal, this is Wanchong City, which is one of the thirty-two great cities in the Bitter Immortal Domain."

"There are actually not many cities in the Bitter Immortal Domain, and most of them are still inhabited by demon tribes."

"There is also relying on a treasure land to worship a strong man as the demon king."

Du Qiang reported in a low voice and told the information here.

The caravan of the Tsukuryu Merchant House was to stay in the city for a few days before moving on to the next place.

Qin Zhaoyuan followed their caravan, firstly, to hide their whereabouts, and secondly, to use the power of the merchant house to listen to more information.

Chen Zhulong has already explained that the firm will not interfere in Han Muye's affairs, and he will fully cooperate.

If necessary, the whole army will not hesitate to be annihilated.

"The army under the command of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King is not far from here, so Wan Chongcheng is only such a busy scene now."

"The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King has already occupied one of the two states of the Bitter Immortal Domain, and the other big demons can only resist together."

Du Qiang's expression was slightly solemn.

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King's murderous intent is extremely strong, if he really rules the entire Bitter Immortal Domain, the other races will inevitably be slaughtered.

The countless years of freedom in the Bitter Immortal Domain will also be broken.

Although Zhulong Trading House did not make a clear position to oppose the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, it has been helping other demon kings deliver various materials over the years.

"It is said that the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King obtained an ancient treasure, and his combat power will be doubled, and the Hun Tian Immortal Demon King will be seriously injured by it." Qin Zhaoyuan also opened his mouth with a gloomy expression.

Their thunder thieves were defeated by the strong men under the command of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and there were traitors, and finally collapsed, and even several strong people were lost.

Speaking of the three thieves of the Bitter Immortal Domain, except for the rare occurrence of purple electricity, the thunder and the wind have all been defeated by the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and they have lost the strength to crisscross the Bitter Immortal Domain.

"Let's go to the city, let's talk about other things." Han Muye pondered for a moment and spoke.

Since you have come to the Bitter Immortal Domain, you must always find the relics of the Immortal Monarch before leaving.

As for the chaotic war in the Bitter Immortal Domain, if you can, you won't participate.

"Okay, my Zhulong Firm has transported 800,000 sets of half-magic weapon level battle armor spears this time, which is enough for all parties to fight." Du Qiang showed pride on his face.

This is where their confidence lies.

It is the strong demon king, and the Zhulong Trading House also dares to face it, because they control powerful armaments.

This is what all parties in the Bitter Immortal Domain need.

Sure enough, Du Qiang led Han Muye and them straight into Wanchong City, and no one stopped them at all.

The city even sent a cavalry to escort the carts of the trading houses and enter the city directly.

The hovering castle and the vegetation on the walls seem to have spirituality. …

Han Muye could see that once these cyan vines formed a formation, their strength was extremely terrifying.

Walking along the main road in the city, you can see many shops with various strange signs.

Unlike the Terran shops, these shops don't put their goods on display, but only have some spirit marks on their signs.

If you want to make a deal, you have to go into the store and communicate with the owner.

Pills, weapons, all kinds of spiritual materials, the types of things sold in the shops here are much less than those in the big cities in the wasteland, let alone under the rule of the major sects.

The name of the Bitter Immortal Domain is also derived because the cultivation resources cannot be used and the barrenness is highlighted.

After all, for the demon clan, many resources are useless and will not be used.

There is no race in the world that has the dexterity of the human race, and no race has the wisdom of the human race.

Anywhere, as long as the Terrans occupy it, it can be developed into a prosperous world.

Until the top of the city, the caravan was arranged in a large mansion.

Both Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan have a quiet courtyard.

Flying all the way, although Han Muye was not tired, he still retreated first and sorted out his kendo.

After getting Chen Mingjian's kendo inheritance and fighting with the powerhouse of the Blood War Sect, he gained a lot.

The extraction of various memories in the Qingyu Sword was enough for him to digest it well.

The perception of the cultivation system of another immortal realm made him realize the improvement and optimization of his own cultivation method.

When he came out, Du Qiang was already waiting outside the small courtyard.

Behind Du Qiang, followed by a black-armored man who was one foot tall and had four corners on his head.

"Haha, this is the distinguished guest of the Zhulong Firm?" Seeing Han Muye walk out, Dahan smiled on his face, stretched out his hands, and strode to meet him.

"Not only is it a distinguished guest of Zhulong Commercial Bank, but also a distinguished guest of my Niu Siling."

The big man wanted to come and hug Han Muye's arm, but he was blocked by the surging sword light on Han Muye's body, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face.

"Lord Sword Immortal, this is the Four Spirit Demon King."

Du Qiang stepped forward, bowed to Han Muye, and said in a low voice.

The demon king, at least the powerhouse of the Void Realm, can dominate one side and be called the demon king.

This guy is so diligent as a powerhouse, I don't know if he was scared by the Zhulong Trading Company, or if he is a calculating person.

At least for the vast majority of immortal cultivators, a demon king comes to see him in person, as long as it is not a life and death festival, he can skip it.

"Haha, what kind of demon king is not a demon king, Brother Du, I don't like to hear what you say, brother." Niu Siling saw Du Qiang's respectful appearance towards Han Muye, his eyes rolled, and his face was full of smiles.

"The smashing of those green sac clans made the distinguished guests unhappy, and I was also angry with the four spirits." Niu Siling clenched his fists, looking indignant.

He looked at Han Muye and grinned, "But I know that if I killed those guys, the distinguished guests won't care." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out a small wooden box.

"Brother Du said that the distinguished guest is a kendo overhaul, and it just so happens that I have an ancient sword in my hand."

"I'm a rough man, I don't know how to use a sword, and this thing, given to a distinguished guest, is regarded as atonement."

The wooden box is not large, only three feet long.

The blue and black lines reveal the mystery of the silk.

Niu Siling held the wooden box in his hand and looked at Han Muye with his eyes.

Du Qiang's face on the side remained unchanged, as if he hadn't seen this scene. …

Han Muye pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "Okay, since it is a gift from the Four Spirit Demon King himself, Han will accept it." ”

He raised his hand to take the wooden box, and lifted the blue and black lid, revealing one of the short swords, which was more than two feet long, simple and heavy.

Although there was no immortal light on this sword, there was a trace of immortal patterns that triggered the flow of sword intent.

The grade is not bad, at least the top grade magic weapon, half spirit treasure level.

This kind of treasure is nothing in the wasteland city, but in the bitter immortal domain, it is already a very valuable gift.

Not to mention those few Qingbao people, even the lives of 10,000 Qingbao people are not comparable to this ancient sword.

Han Muye somewhat understood why this Four Spirit Demon King could still escape under the pursuit of the Zhulong Trading House and resolve his grudges.

This guy, willing.

Niu Siling didn't stay in Han Muye's small courtyard for long, but just invited Han Muye to sit on his territory when he came, and left with a smile.

"He knows that our caravan has brought 800,000 soldiers, and he wants to divide it a little."

Du Qiang watched Niu Siling leave and said in a low voice.

Now that the army of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King is overwhelmed, only if his own strength and the combat power of his command are increased by one point, the chances of victory will be one point greater.

If you really lose, you will be able to have more chips in your hand at that time.

It doesn't matter how Du Qiang operates and trades Han Muye, that is the matter of their Zhulong Commercial Bank.

There is something in that ancient sword, so put it away first.

When he got out, he had other things to do.

Walking out of the small courtyard alone, walking from the top floor of the city, until the location of the city of five thousand zhang, Han Muye walked straight into a shop with a sign selling pills.

"The hemolytic pill is gone, and there are still a few Nagu pills." An old voice came from the dimly lit shop.

Han Muye stood in front of the counter and looked at the unkempt old man who looked up.

The vigorous sword intent on Han Muye's body made the old man frown slightly.

"Sword cultivation ......" the old man shook his head and muttered a few words in his mouth.

"One of the powerhouses of the Bitter Immortal Domain in the Zhantian Temple, Deacon Zhou Sheng, turned out to be like this." Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he opened his mouth surgingly.

His words made the old man's body glow with sword light.

The sword light flashed away, landed three feet in front of Han Muye, and retreated.

"Who told you my identity?"

Looking at Han Muye, there was a hint of laziness in the old man's eyes.

"Now the juniors of the Sword Sect don't know how to respect the old and love the young?"

Respect the old and love the young?

When did there be such a rule in the cultivation world?

What's more, the older these cultivators are, the more powerful they become.

Who dares to be disrespectful?

Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand, and took out his identity token.

This token is half a finger long, with the appearance of a small blue and black sword, and it is covered with golden fairy pattern streamers.

Four sword lights flashed away.

Seeing the token, Zhou Sheng moved slightly, his body sat up slightly straight, and there was an extra golden halo in his eyes.

"The elite of the four halls, no wonder." The sword light on his body converged, and Zhou Sheng looked at Han Muye: "When did I have a genius like you among the juniors of my Sword Sect?" ”

Among the Xuanling Sword Sect, those who can have the identity of the four halls at the same time are all absolute elites.

Especially the mysterious Temple of the Slashing God, only the kind of top genius who is unique in ten thousand has the opportunity to step in. …

"Say, what are you doing in the Bitter Immortal Domain?" As Zhou Sheng spoke, he stood up, moved his waist, and muttered: "I'm most afraid that you guys will come, and it will be bad if you come." ”

With a wave of his hand, the door of the shop closed, and the scene changed into a verdant courtyard.

Walking to the stone table in the small courtyard and sitting down, Zhou Sheng took out a small wine gourd, took a sip, and then looked at Han Muye.

"I got a piece of news, it is related to the relics of the Immortal Monarch, and it may require the power of the sect."

Han Muye's words made Zhou Sheng, who had just poured a sip of wine, blush, and coughed heavily.

"Immortal Jun, ahem, are the hearts of the current junior disciples so big?" Zhou Sheng poured a few more sips, as if he was shocking himself.

"Say, go on, and see if there are any other things that can give the old man a headache." Zhou Sheng stuffed the wine gourd and looked up at Han Muye.

"I promised the Sixth Master of Qin in the Thunder Thief, and I will help him rescue the Thunder Thief."

Han Muye spoke with a calm face.

"Thunder Thief?" Zhou Sheng was all over, and glared: "You want to go against the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King?" ”

Han Muye didn't speak, and the golden fire he hid behind his shoulder poked his head out.

", phoenix ......" Zhou Shengshou shuddered, subconsciously uncovered the wine gourd, and poured another sip to suppress the shock.

Han Muye shook his head, a blue light flashed in his hand, and a cyan long sword appeared.

"Qingyu Sword?" Zhou Sheng stood up, his brows furrowed.

"Xu Mingjian's predecessors have fallen, I got this sword, and I came to report it." Han Muye let go of the hilt of his sword and spoke loudly.

A trace of regret flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, and he nodded and said, "Back then, Senior Brother Xu's bloodline mark disappeared, and we were all prepared. ”

Looking at the long sword, he sighed lowly: "I wait for Jian Xiu I to practice, and it is better to die outside than to waste the years." ”

His gaze returned to Han Muye, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"Don't worry, as long as you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, even if you come to the Bitter Immortal Domain to turn the sky, the sect will protect it."

"It's just that in the future, when the sect needs your help, just remember the sentiment of the sect."

The Xuanling Sword Sect is an alliance of kendo cultivators, and the relationship between the disciples is not much between the master and the apprentice, but more about supporting each other and relying on the power of the sect to get more resources.

After using the resources of the sect, in the future, it needs to be returned.

In the sect, the more elite disciples there are, the more resources they can call.

Because the bigger the investment, the greater the return.

These elite disciples have grown up, and their own strength and influence are all the accumulation of the power of the sect.

"Okay."

Han Muye put away his long sword and token, nodded towards Zhou Sheng, his gaze swept over the wine gourd in his hand, and then turned to leave.

When he walked out of the small courtyard, Zhou Sheng's originally straight body slackened.

He licked his lips and looked at the wine gourd in his hand: "Wine is good wine, but there is less ......"

"It's a lot, half of the wine in Yunlan City is in this gourd." Li Yungang, the first seat of the Zhantian Hall wearing a green robe, walked out with pacing steps.

"This kid is very fine, and he probably knows I'm here when he smells the wine." Shaking his head, Li Yungang also took out a wine gourd, poured it and said, "It's careless." ”

Zhou Sheng smashed his mouth and nodded: "Yunlan Sword Immortal, the sword intent on this kid's body is strong. ” …

"However, is it really so hard as you say, even you have itchy hands?"

He tried it just now, and it seems that he is not particularly strong.

"Itchy hands?" Li Yungang's eyes shone brightly, and he lowered his voice: "In the past 30,000 years, there are not many guys who can let me chase the challenge. ”

His words made Zhou Sheng smile on his face, clapped his hands, moved his waist, and then reached out to break off the half-cut branch of a dead tree on the side and waved it a few times.

"That's an interesting person, don't fold it in the Bitter Immortal Domain."

"It just so happens that Xiangtian guy has been making a bit of a fuss lately."

Speaking of this, he was slightly stunned and looked up at Li Yungang: "Are you guys coming to the Bitter Immortal Domain for this kid, or for Xiangtian?" ”

Li Yungang laughed, but he didn't answer, and turned around and left with the wine gourd.

Zhou Sheng glanced at his back, and the wooden branch in his hand turned into a blue-black slender sword, and then leaned behind him.

Pulling up a handful of messy hair, he walked outside the small courtyard: "I'm going to go around, I always have to find a few helpers, and I have to say hello to all parties......"

……

Han Muye left Zhou Sheng's shop and did not go straight back to the small courtyard where he lived, but continued to walk towards the bottom of the city.

The higher up this Wanchong City is, the more tidy it is, and the people who live there are all strong people, and the lower ones are more and more messy, and the people who pass through them are all low-level demon clans.

Wanchong City is the great city of the Bitter Immortal Domain, whether it is a demon race or a human race, it can be seen.

Han Muye, a sword-carrying human race immortal cultivator, is not too unusual when he walks down the street.

It's just that most of the human race immortal cultivators are messy, not as neat as Han Muye, which makes people dare not approach.

"Hey, such a handsome human race, would you like to come to my chrysanthemum building to stay? Rest assured, the spirit stone tube is enough. "On a three-story pink pavilion, there are beautifully dressed nuns stretching out their hands to beckon.

156n.

"The skin is good, I'm afraid of which big demon is in shape, right?" On the pavilion opposite, there was the demon clan who was as big as a bucket and covered in blue and black rubbing his hands, and his eyes were rolling on Han Muye.

Han Muye didn't bother with these people, just walked forward quickly.

He stopped in front of a quaint two-story building.

"Guest officer, my Soul Slaughtering Pavilion's Qing Shui Du Feiyin is a must, and there are three spirits and four immortals, all of which are superb, but do you want to try them?"

In front of the small building, a horse-faced demon clan with a green turban on his head stepped forward to solicit him.

Outside the small building, there is a strong aroma wafting.

Han Muye has not had a appetite for many years.

At this time, I sniffed it, and I was a little moved.

He nodded, followed the guy into the small building, and saw that many tall demon clans were bent over and feasting there.

The aroma of all kinds of meat is overflowing.

Han Muye walked into the small building, and no one looked up at him.

"Guest officer, upstairs is more elegant." The horse-faced guy didn't seem to be surprised, and led Han Muye to the second floor.

Sure enough, there were not so many people below, and several small wooden tables were far away, and only three or two people sat around.

Sitting down at the wooden table by the window, Han Muye said, "You have a copy of your signature dishes." ”

The man bowed happily and retreated downstairs.

Han Muye's gaze swept over the others on the second floor, and the two tall Terran immortal cultivators opposite him nodded slightly. …

On the other side, a mane of the Bull Clan sat opposite two Terrans with demonic aura.

They turned their heads to look at Han Muye, but they didn't say hello, they just drank and ate meat by themselves.

Han Muye turned his head to look out the window again, and the demon clans of different shapes were coming and going on the street, shouting loudly.

This kind of exotic atmosphere is also very interesting.

But after a while, a few guys came up with various dishes.

In the clear soup water, there is a smart ruler long whitebait swimming, take the bamboo a little faster, and the whitebait turns into a rich fairy qi and swims around.

This is the signature dish Shimizu Ferry Flying Silver.

The other dishes also have their own characteristics, with a variety of colors, flavors, and flavors.

Han Muye rarely ate a lot, and then put down the bamboo fast.

At this time, the guests on the second floor have changed a batch.

"Guest officer, how good is the food?" The horse-faced man who had been waiting for the side of the stairs stepped forward, smiling all over his face.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and took out a medium-grade fairy spirit stone and put it on the table, and then said: "These dishes are somewhat similar to those in my hometown, you may help me find your chef, let me ask a few words." ”

A medium-grade fairy spirit stone!

This table of dishes looks full of fairy spirit, and if it is outside the Bitter Immortal Domain, it may be worth ten fairy spirit stones.

But in the Bitter Immortal Domain, a maximum of five fairy spirit stones is enough.

Han Muye's generous hand made the guy tremble, and he hurriedly took the fairy spirit stone, nodded and said, "I'm going to invite the chef over." ”

Han Muye nodded, and after a short while, he saw a big man of the Qingniu clan wearing a black robe, with a bib tied around his waist, and a face full of meat, walking upstairs.

The big man stared at the bull's eye, glanced around, grinned, and walked to Han Muye's table.

He was so tall and strong that he could only bow his head slightly.

"Guest officer, how good is the food?"

"I heard that your hometown is also in the Hulunbaier grassland?"

Han Muye nodded, tapped his fingers on the table, and said softly: "That's the closest place to the sky, the blue sky and white clouds are unforgettable." ”

The eyes of the big man of the Qingniu clan fell on Han Muye's fingers, and there was a trace of solemnity in his big eyes.

"Indeed, the last thing our clan can forget is our hometown grassland."

After speaking, he grinned and said: "That, it's really a fellow countryman, in this way, you keep a place, and when I finish my work in this store, I will bring a few small dishes to find you to drink." ”

Han Muye stood up, raised his hand and handed over a piece of jade slip, and then walked downstairs.

When he walked downstairs, the horse-faced guy from before came to the side of the big man of the Qingniu clan and said curiously: "Brother Da Zhuang, you still have such a generous fellow?" ”

Hearing his words, the big man grinned and crushed the jade slip.

"What fellow, I've been in the Bitter Immortal Domain for three thousand years, and I've long forgotten what the grassland looks like, so I just talked to him a few words."

"Don't miss my share of the fairy spirit stone."

With his hands behind his back, the big man bowed and left.

The horse-faced man shook his head, muttered a few words, and put on a smiling face to solicit other guests.

Han Muye left the small building, did not stop in the lower city, and quickly returned to his own courtyard in the upper city.

A golden curtain of light was raised, and he sat cross-legged and took out the wooden box given by Niu Siling.

"It's really fun to buy and return the pearls." He pressed his palm against the wooden box and chuckled and whispered.

The golden fire behind him also flew down, standing on the wooden box and screaming lowly. …

"This is the Honghuang Sycamore Wood, a treasure of the wood genus on the same level as Tongtian Wood and Fusang Wood?"

Pressing the wooden box with his hand, a trace of cyan fairy energy surged in Han Muye's palm.

When Niu Siling took out the wooden box, a message came from the golden fire hidden on his shoulder.

For the Phoenix clan, the Flood Desolate Sycamore Wood is a treasure that is extremely valued.

At that time, on the Yunchao Ridge in the western frontier of the Tianxuan World, it was said that there was a sycamore tree.

Ignited by sycamore wood, it can provide a blazing flame and can also endure for thousands of years.

This flame can not only provide power to the phoenix's nirvana, but also give birth to its own fire power.

Of course, this small piece in front of you is definitely not enough.

It's good to play with the golden fire.

Putting down the wooden box, Han Muye's eyes fell on the two-foot ancient short sword in the wooden box.

The probe grips the hilt of the sword.

The short sword is slightly heavy, and the hilt is rough, revealing the clumsiness.

"Cangchang—"

Pull out a section, and it can be seen that the sword body is full of mysterious immortal patterns.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the immortal pattern, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Raising his hand, several golden pages appeared on the table.

The inheritance page of the Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

Han Muye's finger pointed on the page, and a few immortal lights flashed, and golden immortal patterns appeared.

"It's not an immortal pattern, it's a divine pattern of the Great Luo Zhou Heavenly God Realm."

Slowly holding the hilt of the sword, the light in Han Muye's eyes was silent, and the surging immortal light and sword intent poured into the short sword.

"Let me see where this sword came from."

The sword intent surged, and one picture after another flashed in his mind.

"Hum—"

There was a soft thud.

Freeze frame.

"Senior brother?"

"The master said that if I come to the rain fairy realm, I will be able to see you when I see you, which is really true."

A middle-aged Taoist man wearing a green yellow Taoist robe with a shining fairy light around him raised his head and smiled lightly.

Han Muye has seen this person.

Five million years ago, when Immortal Venerable preached.