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In the backyard of Jiuxuan Dao, Hu Yudao led a group of disciples to wait with solemn faces.

"Hu Yu, you're looking for death."

h Not far away, Qin Yue, who was bound by a steel rope, roared angrily.

He was seriously injured at this time, but the anger on his face could not be hidden.

On the other side, Pan Ping Daoist of the Light Spirit Dao Sect had a cold face, a cold expression, and sat upright.

Hu Yudao didn't speak, but turned his gaze to Han Muye's location not far away.

The other disciples looked nervous, and they also turned their heads to look over.

Whether the Nine Xuan Dao can survive this time depends on Han Muye's strength.

"Old Ancestor, don't let the inheritance of the Nine Xuan Dao be wiped out......" Wu Mingjue squatted on the stone steps and muttered.

In the wing, Han Muye looked at the pile of source stones in front of him, and his eyes flashed with a brilliant divine light.

His physical body acupoints had all been penetrated, and now he only needed a large amount of source power infusion to improve his cultivation.

He was not afraid of encountering bottlenecks, if he could have enough source stones, he could directly raise his cultivation to the realm of concealment.

Stretching out his hand, his palm pressed against the pile of source stones.

"Boom—"

All the source stones shattered directly, and the brilliant source power was poured into his body, as if it was about to directly impact his body and shatter it.

Every meridian, every acupoint, was washed away by that source force.

Han Muye used the source power, and the divine light flashed in his eyes.

"The operation of the source force is indeed different from other forces, more vigorous and more real."

"If this power can fill every acupoint and infuse all the meridians, then at least you can enter the peak of the realm of the hidden flesh."

Hidden in the Nine Realms, three layers of flesh, three layers of inheritance, and three layers of divine soul.

There are very few people in the world who can hide and cultivate the physical body to the peak.

The source power in Han Muye's body was agitated, and then the eight veins of the Qi Sutra were infused, and then the source power in the more than a thousand points was washed.

In this way, his cultivation has reached the eighth layer of the rebirth realm, and with the cultivation of combat skills, he can fight with the peak of rebirth.

"It's still not enough......

Looking at the empty broken source stone powder in front of him, Han Muye sighed lightly.

If he could have enough Source Stones, he could quickly raise his cultivation to the Hidden Realm.

After tidying up his clothes, Han Muye walked out of the small courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, Wu Quan and other three generations of disciples have already surrounded them.

"Uncle Shi, you're finally out of the customs."

"Senior Uncle, Senior Ancestor said that the Qin family has already arrived at the foot of the mountain, if you are not sure, you will take three generations of disciples to leave Jiuxuan Mountain."

Several third-generation disciples all looked at Han Muye with nervous expressions.

Han Muye was in retreat for two days, and the Nine Xuandao sect was extremely tormented.

In particular, there is news from the bottom of the mountain that the Qin family's strong man has arrived, and it is said that there are two masters who have been reborn in the seventh layer.

In such a situation, Jiuxuan Dao could not face it at all.

"What about Hu Yudao?"

Han Muye looked at Wu Quan and spoke loudly.

"Senior Uncle, Senior Ancestor, he has already met the enemy at the mountain gate." Teng Ming replied, with a little anxiety in his words.

In their eyes, Hu Yudao is the Dao master of the Nine Xuan Dao, and he is the strongest one.

Even if Han Muye showed enough strength, they didn't know that the current Han Muye was much stronger than Hu Yudao.

As everyone was talking, a young man in his thirties in a green robe walked briskly.

"Senior brother, my uncle said to let you take all the disciples with me."

The young man looked at Han Muye and spoke with a calm face.

Bai Zhanting, the most qualified person among the second-generation disciples of Jiuxuan Dao.

Among the sects, Bai Zhanting has always been well protected and rarely appears in front of people.

It is said that his strength is no worse than that of the second-generation senior brother Wu Mingjue.

After Bai Zhanting finished speaking, he bowed to Han Muye and knelt on one knee.

"The master said, let me apprentice

Uncle is the master, and I will follow the master to practice in the future, so that the inheritance of the Nine Profound Dao will not be broken."

Bai Zhanting's words were filled with sadness, he gritted his teeth and finished speaking, and then looked at Han Muye.

The other three generations of disciples all looked at Han Muye.

Will Han Muye leave with them?

Han Muye didn't answer, just looked back at the courtyard behind him.

"Come out if you're here, why hide."

Han Muye shouted, his eyes shining brightly.

Here it comes?

Who?

Bai Zhanting and the others were stunned.

"Hehe, sure enough, he is a figure who has cultivated to surpass Hu Yu."

"You are the newly awakened ancestor of the Nine Xuan Dao."

A figure walked out slowly in the direction of the backyard, and the breath on his body was agitated.

With each step, the air around the figure seemed to be displaced, turning into an illusory light and shadow around it.

"A person from the Light Spirit Dao Sect!"

"The source power is revealed, and the eight layers are reborn!"

Bai Zhanting and the others exclaimed, looking at the people in front of them, they were all pale.

Eight layers of rebirth, it is already the top among the surrounding cultivation sects.

Such a character came to the Nine Xuan Dao, is this really going to destroy the Nine Xuan Dao sect?

"Capture you and send them to the True Dao Sect, at least you can exchange them for 100,000 source stones."

The figure who walked out of the small courtyard looked at Han Muye, with a smile on his face.

Green robe and black beard, at least seventy years old, the eyes of Taoists are full of coldness.

The source power around his body turned into layers of barriers, making his body appear illusory.

"If you dare to hurt me as a person from the Light Spirit Dao Sect, then you can exchange your life for it."

The Daoist's words fell, and as soon as his palm was raised, three blue-gray talismans flew out.

This talisman flashed with golden light before it appeared, directly condensing into three cyan giant wolves.

These three giant wolves, each with a palpitating majesty, have a solemn breath on their bodies.

Three giant wolves rushed forward, crushing the bluestone floor on the ground.

This is a means of combining the power of the source and the power of the talisman, and it is also a common means of fighting in the Supreme Realm.

The strength of these three giant wolves can already kill the peak of the sixth layer of the rebirth realm, even if the seventh layer of the rebirth realm is in front of the giant wolf, it will also be suppressed.

Before the giant wolf arrived, Wu Quan and the others were already trembling, and the qi and blood source power on their bodies were imprisoned.

Bai Zhanting on the other side gritted his teeth, stimulated the source force on his body, clenched his fists, and waited for Han Muye to resist after being culled.

He won't resign himself to fate.

Han Muye's face was calm, watching the three giant wolves rushing towards him, and when the three wolves were two zhang in front of him, he suddenly stepped out, and his body crossed three zhang high.

His body was like a willow in the wind, and he passed over the heads of the three giant wolves at once, and then landed in front of the Light Spirit Dao Sect who controlled the giant wolves.

The man laughed and shook his palm.

The talisman in his palm shone brightly, and the bodies of the three giant wolves dissipated, and they reappeared three feet in front of Han Muye.

The giant wolf's body actually landed directly in front of Han Muye's body, instead of turning his head.