The dripping and spinning wine glass instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.

Zhao Minghe stepped out, and the sword in his hand was already out of the sheath.

The original smile on the female cultivator's face in front of her was all retracted, and with a flip of her palm, a jade-colored hole flute appeared.

With a stroke of the hole flute, a turquoise water rippled in front of him.

Water Vein Technique.

This method is skillful, not only its own magic, but also a matching magic weapon.

If you are a connoisseur, you will know what you have.

With the power of this hole in front of him, no one in the city can break it.

At this time, everyone in the hall had different expressions on their faces, and their eyes fell on Zhao Minghe.

Can this sword break through this defense?

Han Muye's face was indifferent, and his gaze swept over.

Above the main hall, the Yunting Daoist is naturally a sword cultivator, and he is an existence with a good cultivation, and the old man sitting opposite him is also a half-step fairyland.

Not only that, but among the people who came from Mo Chu, at least three of them were half-step people in the fairyland.

Mo Chu's strength is far inferior to Tiantang and Xuanqin, and there are so many masters gathered in Donggu City, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this in itself, right?

Han Muye's gaze swept to the back of the Mochu caravan, and a glimmer of crystalline light flashed in his eyes.

Really.

Among the people of Mo Chu, there is actually a hidden cultivator, at least he is also a strong man in the late stage of human immortals.

For the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, such a cultivation is already rare.

What's more, in the current situation in the ruins realm, the immortals and above are basically in the 30,000 li battlefield or a place like the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

If it is not necessary, it is impossible for people to appear in the rivers and lakes.

"When—"

In the middle of the lobby, a bang was heard.

Zhao Minghe's long sword stabbed the light curtain in front of the female cultivator.

The light curtain was directly torn apart, and then the blade of the sword was pressed against the hole flute.

Dong Xiao couldn't resist it, and was pressed by the long sword on the nun's chest, rising and falling with her breathing.

A sword.

Zhao Minghe slowly put away his sword and said lightly: "I have conceded." ”

With that, he slowly walked back to his seat, reached out and picked up the still spinning wine glass, and drank it all.

The Yunting Daoist sitting on the top of the main hall laughed, and stretched out his hand to point at Zhao Minghe: "Minghe, your sword cultivation has improved again. ”

Who knows if there is such a thing as growth?

At this time, Yunting Daoist said this just to show that he was close to Zhao Minghe.

Zhao Minghe stood up and arched his hand: "My sword pool inheritance is broad and profound, and there are countless strong people in the sect such as the Yunting Master and Uncle Ancestor, and the disciple's means are nothing. ”

These words are beautiful, not only praising their own sect, but also praising the people of Yunting Dao, and quietly belittling the people of Mo Chulai.

You can't take this a means of nothing, and then you are nothing.

The Yunting Dao people laughed with satisfaction, and the cultivators who were sitting in the east of the city in the main hall also showed a relaxed look on their faces.

Anyway, it's a comeback.

The female cultivator on the opposite side slowly retracted the cave flute, glanced at Zhao Minghe, turned around and walked back to her position.

Han Muye's gaze paused on the female cultivator's body and glanced at the hole flute in his hand.

Yunting Daoist picked up the wine glass, smiled and toasted again, and suddenly, the original dullness in the main hall dissipated.

The feast continued, and the people of Mochu stopped fighting anymore.

When the banquet was over, Zhao Minghe and the others got up and left, and the Yunting Daoist sent it out, and then ordered someone to send a box of spirit stones.

This is considered a reward, and Zhao Minghe is not polite.

On the second day, when Han Muye and the others left Donggu City, they heard that the Mochu caravan had already left last night.

"I guess I was hit by Senior Brother Minghe's sword, right?" A sword-pool disciple in an ink-colored shirt shook his head and chuckled.

Cultivators are all arrogant, and last night Zhao Minghe let Mo Chu see the essence of the sword pool with a single sword.

Maybe the people of Mo Chu have already felt powerless to compete with the sword pool and leave early?

In the carriage, Han Muye's eyes revealed a trace of essence.

The convoy moved forward, and soon after leaving the East Gu City, it stepped into the land of Mochu.

Unlike the prosperity of the Tiantang Dynasty, Mo Chu was obviously desolate and barren.

There is no way to do this, no matter who is in constant war, it is impossible to have prosperity anymore.

Along the way, the caravan encountered many robbers, among whom there were even people wearing clothes and armor, who were obviously members of the regular army of Mochu.

There was even a siege by military formations.

Fortunately, whether it was Zhao Minghe or other Jianchi disciples, they were all the elite of the elite.

With their combat power, as long as they are not really strong, they can be safe and sound.

As for those who are really strong, who is embarrassed to rob the Dao?

The convoy moved forward and entered the hinterland of Mochu.

This is already the edge of the East China Sea.

At this time, a message came.

The remnants of the Mochu forces were infighting, most of the Mochu royal family was killed, and many cultivators who had never seen before appeared and took charge of the places where the Mochu forces lived.

"We don't care about Mo Chu's affairs, but the previous Haicheng is now being taken over by those cultivators who came from nowhere." Zhao Minghe, who was riding on the galloping horse, turned his head, and his face revealed a trace of solemnity.

Linhai City is the passage to the Immortal Island of the East China Sea to the battlefield of the Three Thousand Miles and the Two Realms.

The occupation of Linhai City will hinder the way forward for all parties.

"Now it depends on whether the forces occupying Linhai City are willing to continue to support the operation of the battlefield of the Two Realms, or," Zhao Minghe was beside him, a young man with a long sword hanging on his waist turned his head, "Or are they originally from the Linglong Realm." ”

People from the Linglong Realm.

Everyone had a look of solemnity on their faces.

If the other party is from the Linglong Realm, then I'm afraid this time there will be a lot of trouble.

"Be on guard." Zhao Minghe glanced at the frame behind him and lowered his voice, "Remember our duties." ”

The other Sword Pool disciples looked at each other and nodded.

The convoy moved forward, and encountered many fleeing civilians and some routs on the way.

From time to time there will be a little flustered caravan turning back.

"Don't go to Linhai City, martial law over there, saying that it won't open until the chaos is settled."

"Hey, they really kill, no matter where you say they came from."

"It's over, Linhai City is completely chaotic, and I don't know how to ...... on the fairy island"

The news that came made everyone realize that it might be a little difficult to enter the East China Sea this time.

"Senior Brother Zhao, why don't we wait first?"

A Sword Pool disciple looked at Zhao Minghe.

Zhao Minghe looked up in the direction of the frame, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes.

The frame direction is not responding.

"Keep walking." He spoke lightly and rode his horse at a gallop.

The others glanced at each other and rushed forward.

But for half a day, Linhai City is in sight.

The huge city is full of golden pillars of light.

Only from this place can the teleportation array directly enter the Immortal Island, and then turn to the battlefield of 30,000 miles.

"Who? Linhai City is under martial law, no entry or exit—"

At the front of the convoy, a voice rang out.

A golden-armored warrior with a spear in his hand stood there, and behind him was a group of soldiers in the same armor.

The aura emanating from these people was extremely dignified and strong.

At least cultivate in the earth realm, or even a half-step heavenly realm.

Any team of guards, the cultivation is so strong, what is the force that occupies Linhai City?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are the caravan of the Qilin Pavilion, and the shopkeeper has already ordered a batch of goods, which are urgently needed to be sent to the island."

Zhao Minghe bowed his hand to the group of generals, and a light smile appeared on his face: "I hope to be accommodating." ”

Qilin Pavilion, that is under the rule of Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, a large force composed of dozens of scattered cultivators on an immortal island.

Although they are casual cultivators, there are also immortals among these people, and even those in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"The people of the Kirin Pavilion?" The general who led the team on the opposite side looked at Zhao Minghe, and then looked at the rear.

His gaze swept over and he said loudly: "The people of the Qilin Pavilion can enter the city, and you three pavilion masters are in the city." ”

The three pavilion masters are in the city?

What does that mean?

Zhao Minghe was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face immediately turned into surprise.

"Is it the Lord of the Giant Liang Pavilion in the city? That's better, get the supplies to him, and I'll be done with the task. ”

The golden-armored general on the opposite side did not speak, waved his hand, and asked the soldiers behind him to get out of the way.

The convoy moved forward, and the smile on Zhao Minghe's face slowly converged.

"Be careful." He whispered softly.

Everyone behind him nodded faintly.

In the carriage, Gu Chengming and Guo Lang also glanced at each other, and then their figures quietly moved to Han Muye's side.

The carriage moves forward into the city.

On the city wall, you can see a series of bodies being lifted along the way.

On the ground, there were still messy blood stains.

The people who occupied the city of Linhai caused a lot of slaughter here.

After several miles of the convoy, Zhao Minghe suddenly raised his hand, and all the figures froze.

Ahead, in the middle of the road, a big man with a long knife stood there, and behind him, a team of soldiers stood in battle.

"You are the people of the Qilin Pavilion?"

The big man's eyes fell on Zhao Minghe and he spoke loudly.

Zhao Minghe nodded.

The big man smiled, raised the long knife in his hand, and pointed to the back of the convoy: "You three pavilion masters were hung three miles away, and you didn't see it?" ”

The three pavilion masters were hung three miles away!

This sentence made the faces of everyone in the team change.

Zhao Minghe flew up and stabbed out with the long sword in his hand.

"Rush—"

He let out a low shout, and a group of Sword Pool disciples behind him rushed forward with the frame guarded.

All of them pressed their hands on the hilt of their swords, and the sword intent on their bodies was condensed.

"I know that you are not from the Qilin Pavilion." The big man with the knife smiled, and directly slashed at Zhao Minghe.

"The people of the sword pool, right?"

"Don't leave if you come!"

The long knife was shining with golden light, and it slashed at the blade of Zhao Minghe's long sword, causing the sword light to vibrate.

The sword light collided with the sword light, and the surrounding ten-zhang space was turbulent like water waves.

Zhao Minghe's figure flew backwards and retreated three feet, like a returning Feiyan, falling down again.

The long sword stabbed out again, and the blade turned into a thousand streamers.

"Good means!"

The big man with the knife drank, and with a wave of the knife in his hand, the soldiers in the military formation behind him stepped out.

A golden pillar of light blocked the blade, allowing Zhao Minghe's long sword to pierce the pillar of light, vibrating gently.

"Sword Formation-" Zhao Minghe shouted without hesitation.

The five Sword Pool disciples behind him rushed forward, and the sword blade stabbed out, matching with the sword light he stabbed.

Suddenly, the sword light shone brightly, forming a streamer that exploded.

The pillar of light that stood in front of it was turbulent and finally shattered.

The convoy rushed towards the military formation, and the sword-wielding man gritted his teeth and flew to the side to dodge.

The Dao Streamer tore apart the military formation, and those soldiers were either killed or provoked apart.

In the frame, Han Muye suddenly stretched out his hand.

A long broken knife fell into his hand.

A faint streamer flashed above the blade.

There was a deep divine light in his eyes.

"The ...... of the people of the Zhou Heavenly Divine Realm"

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye's gaze fell out of the car window.

I really didn't expect that in the battle of the annexation of the Ruin Realm, there was the shadow of the Zhou Tian God Realm.

After the Linglong Realm, there were people from the God Realm who made a move.

Looking at the figures being picked off outside the window, Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

In the end, it was the god realm, and he still underestimated the other party.

Over the years, it seems that the divine realm has also been quietly arranged.

You must know that the Ruins Realm is also one of the starting points of the cosmic tribulation here.

Since there is no way to stop the calamity, then be the party that promotes the calamity and seize the initiative in your hands.

Han Muye admitted that there was indeed some truth in what the divine realm was planning.

It's just that they still undercounted a little bit of this.

That's him Han Muye.

It seems that after finding Mu Wan, he needs to go to the Great Desolate Ruins Realm and several other big ruin realms to have a look.

Especially the one behind the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the Flood Desolate Ruins Realm where he felt his soul shake even at a glance.

Will the Zhou Tian Divine Realm pay attention to the flood?

It would be interesting if it was really laid out in the middle of the wilderness.

Phoenix, Canglong, Evil Dragon, including Youying, several of them are overlords of the Flood Wilderness, but they have all returned to the Flood Wilderness!

The convoy hurried forward, rushing in front of a golden pillar of light.

This pillar of light is the teleportation array that teleports to Immortal Island.

"You escort the three senior brothers first." Zhao Minghe stood in front of the pillar of light with his sword, turned to look at the large number of soldiers who were rushing into battle, and several figures wearing Taoist robes and flying into the sky.

Several Sword Pool disciples protected the frame and rushed towards the pillar of light.

At this moment, a voice came out: "Fellow Daoists of the Sword Pool, please also protect me from the Mochu lineage Moli County Lord!" ”

The voice resounded, and a Taoist in a green robe was covered in blood and rushed over.

He was holding a female cultivator who had passed out in his hand, and behind him were two half-step immortal realm powerhouses, who shot with all their strength to block the chasing figure.

Zhao Minghe's eyes narrowed.

The nun, he's seen.

It was the one who fought with him in Donggu City.

Han Muye raised his head, his expression unchanged.

The person who rushed to the fairyland was the one hidden in Donggu City.

It turned out to be worshiped by a Mochu royal family.

"Let's go, the task is important!" Zhao Minghe snorted.

The disciples in the rear looked at each other, and rushed towards the pillar of light with the frame of the car.

If it was another time, Zhao Minghe might come to the rescue, but at this time, as he said, the task is important.

"Save people."

A voice suddenly sounded from the frame.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Minghe was also stunned.

This is Han Muye's voice.

"Cangchang—"

Gu Chengming, who was sitting beside Han Muye, did not hesitate at all, and flew up, the long sword in his hand unsheathed.

The sword light directly turned into a hundred zhang, and a sword was to cut down the stars, bringing out a howling wind like a sea tide.

The sword came out, and the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth were shocked!

This sword, human immortals can't stop it!

As soon as the sword light fell, those who besieged the Mo Chu worship were all defeated and hidden.

Gu Chengming's figure fell on the square in front of him, one person and one sword, like a pillar of heaven.

"Thank you."

That Mo Chu offered a surprise whisper, and then rushed towards the pillar of light with the nun and a few people behind him.

Before they reached the pillar of light, Han Muye's voice sounded in the frame.

"Who gave that flute?"

The fairyland of the fast-walking people was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the hole flute on Mo Li's waist.

"This thing was given to the county lord by Princess Moyue."

In the frame, Han Muye sat up straight and opened the curtains.

There was a deep divine light in his eyes, and he looked at the human immortal.

"Princess Moyue, where is it?"

Sorry, I've been out of order lately.

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