The origin of heaven and earth in the Pantian plane is stable and complete, and without cultivating in the Dao realm, with the power of the Dao fruit condensed by itself, it is impossible to fly the sword into the air at all.

Han Muye's current ontological cultivation was at the pinnacle of the First Knowledge Realm, because he had not yet condensed the Great Dao Fruit that belonged to the Pantian Plane.

In fact, his body has been tempered countless times, and his power level has already broken through the barrier of life and death, and he can break through the cycle of cause and effect, and he is not far from the dominating realm.

It's just that the origin of the Pantian plane is shackled to his body, and he has already condensed the vast majority of his strength into the sword of the true spirit, and the body needs to refine the origin from scratch in order to regain his strength.

Once your own strength is combined with the sword of the true spirit in your hand, and the human sword is one, you will be able to go straight to the master at that time.

The eight disciples of Miyue Peak followed behind Han Muye, borrowing the power of the sword blade in their hands, three inches off the ground, and galloped away.

If it is a body refining cultivator, it is a stride and a quick step, one step at a time.

After running for 800 miles, nine people stopped on a hill.

Thousands of miles away is the residence of the Mitian Sword Sect.

From a distance, it can be seen that the sword qi covers the sky and lingers.

Zhang Mingyuan was holding a three-foot wooden box in his hand, and stood behind Han Muye with a solemn face.

After the fall of the Dao Realm cultivators of the Pantian Plane, their own Dao Fruits dissipated, and their physical bodies would soon feed back to the heavens and the earth, leaving only the bones of refinement.

The cultivator will leave a piece of gold and jade bone, and the cultivator of the sword will have a spine like a sword weapon.

These condensed bones will be collected in the sect and the weapons in the sect will be warmed.

The Pantian plane is quite indifferent to life and death.

"Senior Brother Zhangfeng, can you really let Shizun's sword bones return to the Sword Cultivation Mansion?" Holding the wooden box, Zhang Mingyuan looked at Han Muye.

Guo Hua was pursued on charges of treason, and although the disciples of Miyue Peak were not convicted, it is still unknown whether they may be able to return to Miyue Peak safely.

"Cultivation in the world is only respected by the strong."

"If Miyue Peak is strong enough, Lord Guo Huafeng will not die."

Han Muye's face was indifferent, and he looked at a sword light flying in the distance.

The sword light was three feet above the ground, moving in the air, obviously a Dao realm.

Condense the fruit of the Tao and seek the realm of the Tao.

"Zhang Mingyuan, the sect master has an order, and the disciples of Miyue Peak are transferred to Yuntianxia to garrison, and there must be no mistakes."

The figure that flew away hovered ten zhang away, standing three zhang high, and drank coldly.

This person looked to be in his fifties, and there was a cold sword aura on his body, supporting his feet.

Dressed in a black robe, he carried a Qingfeng long sword.

Looking at the wooden box in Zhang Mingyuan's hand, a sneer flashed on the face of the visitor: "Is Guo Hua dead?" ”

"It's okay, Miyue Peak has always been arrogant, is it really true that the Mitian Sword Sect is respected by Miyue Peak?"

These words made Zhang Mingyuan and several Miyue Peak disciples behind him look ugly.

But none of them dared to move lightly.

Even if it is Zhang Mingyuan, he only has the cultivation of the first time to enter the Dao Seeking Realm, and his strength is still far from the real Dao Seeking Realm.

"The people of Mitian Peak?" Just then, a voice rang out.

Han Muye, who was standing in front of him, put his hands behind his back and spoke lightly.

"Deacon Xiao Heyang of Mitian Peak, deacon of the outer gate of the Mitian Sword Sect, is in charge of the task of garrisoning the sect." Zhang Mingyuan nodded and said in a low voice: "He cultivated the Little Sumeru Sword Technique of Mitian Peak, and he was seeking the Dao Realm ten years ago. ”

"Hmph, Zhang Mingyuan, this person is not a member of my Heavenly Sword Sect, you dare to reveal the secrets of your sect to outsiders, this crime is enough for you to endure in the forbidden land for ten years." Dao Realm Deacon Xiao Heyang snorted coldly, and his gaze fell on Han Muye.

"Get out."

He raised his hand and waved, and a sword qi slashed down towards Han Muye's head.

If Han Muye couldn't stop this sword qi, he would be innocent.

If you can block it, you also have to weigh whether you can offend the Mitian Sword Sect, and whether you can be the enemy of him Xiao and Yang!

Looking at the sword qi at the head, Han Muye stepped out.

He didn't draw his sword, but his body moved, and he was already wrapped in wind and thunder, and he went straight up.

This speed made Xiao Heyang completely stunned.

How can a sword cultivator with a sword hanging on his waist and a tall and thin body have the strength and means to cultivate?

Xiao Heyang subconsciously drew his sword and swept it, but the blade was only halfway out, and it was already suppressed by Han Muye's raised hand.

"Bang-"

One kick hit Xiao Heyang's chest and abdomen, and stepped him directly from mid-air!

This kick broke Xiao Heyang's ribs in the chest and abdomen, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Xiao and Yang, who were trampled on the ground, couldn't even struggle.

One hit.

A sword cultivator who stepped into the Dao realm didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

Zhang Mingyuan and the others, who were clearly watching this scene, were all shining in their eyes at this time.

Han Muye's strength was beyond their imagination!

Could it be that Han Muye has already entered the Dao realm?

Reaching out to lift Xiao Heyang up, Han Muye threw him on his knees in front of Zhang Mingyuan.

"Disrespectful to Lord Guo Huafeng, I should have killed you, but I need you to go back to interrogate, so I will spare your life."

Han Muye's voice was cold, which made Xiao Heyang, who was constantly vomiting blood, tremble.

He knew that the person who wanted to kill himself just now was just a little more effort.

Yu Shaogang, who was standing behind Zhang Mingyuan, stepped forward quickly, forcibly pressed Xiao Heyang's head, and kowtowed a few times to the wooden box containing Guo Hua's sword bones.

"My name is Han Muye, a disciple accepted by Lord Guo Huafeng, and I am in charge of Miyue Peak."

"I will send Guo Huafeng's main sword bone back to the Mitian Sword Sect to raise the sword, and the sect needs to welcome the return of the main sword bone of Yifeng Peak with etiquette."

"Before we return, all the culpability against Lord Guo Huafeng and Miyue Peak will be revoked."

"Elder Raising Sword Lu," there was a hint of coldness in Han Muye's voice, "Go and kneel down at my Miyue Peak and wait." ”

Xiao Heyang remembered what Han Muye said, so he clutched his chest and staggered away, not even daring to take away the sword weapon with him.

Han Muye raised his hand and summoned this sword weapon into his hand.

The sword is three feet long, the blade is cold, and the forging method is not very clever, but the spiritual material itself is strong and the origin is complete.

This is the benefit of the upper plane, any artifact, placed in the lower plane, can be a treasure that is difficult to match.

A faint stream of qi and blood poured into the sword body, and the long sword trembled slightly.

One after another memory pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The practice of the Mitian Sword Sect, the inheritance of the sword on the Mitian Peak, and the swordsmanship of the little Sumeru.

Compared to the sword path that Han Muye had learned in various places in the lower plane, the sword path of the Pantian plane was extremely rude.

This is known as the Sumeru swordsmanship, which moves and reverses, the sword edge is agile, and the virtual and real are unpredictable, and in Han Muye's eyes, even the most superficial swordsmanship on Jiuxuan Mountain can't be compared.

It's not that the cultivation inheritance of the people in the Pantian plane is very poor, on the contrary, the sword theory in the Sumeru sword technique is quite clever, if it attracts the power of heaven and earth to add to the body, it is really invisible.

The reason why the sword technique of the Heavenly Sword Sect looks crude is that the origin of the upper plane is complete and stable, it is difficult to induce, and the power of heaven and earth suppression is also strong, so that many people cannot do fine movements and sense the nuanced origin power.

Guo Hua's study of swordsmanship is right, exploring the subtleties and finding strength from the subtlety.

It's a pity that he hasn't even stepped into the realm of destroying the Dao, and he hasn't gotten rid of the shackles and suppression of the Great Dao on him, so naturally it is impossible to really see the direction of his cultivation.

"Let's go, go back to the Heavenly Sword Sect." Han Muye opened his mouth lightly, his body moved, and he ran forward.

Zhang Mingyuan and others followed.

In the distance, in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect, one after another sword lights were turbulent, as if sensing Han Muye's arrival.

The aura of slaughter began to spread.