Dharma Guardian Army.

God slave.

Shinto practitioners rely on external forces to practice, and their own strength is somewhat weak.

But this is relative.

The cultivation of Shinto practitioners is very fast, and with the blessing of incense and will, they can continuously create strong people in the realm.

This was also the reason why the Profound Sky army had never been in the upper hand in the battle against the Realm of No Resentment.

In the face of the predicament, Marquis Wu could only make shots again and again, looking for opportunities to kill the master of the **** king.

The cultivator in front of Han Muye's cultivation base was around the eighth level of Jindan, and his body already had a condensed divinity.

The so-called divinity is roughly equivalent to the Nascent Soul condensed by other practitioners.

If this Shinto cultivator condenses and takes shape, he will be able to differentiate into a divine avatar, which is no different from Nascent Soul.

Seeing that Han Muye was indifferent, just looking at himself, the Shinto cultivator in the golden armor flashed annoyance, raised his hand a little, and stabbed the war spear in Han Muye's chest.

The war gun is wrapped in the sound of wind and thunder, which contains the power of sharpness. Before the gun arrives, the sound of thunder has already shaken.

A power of divine soul poured out from the void, to lock Han Muye's divine soul.

The fighting methods of Shinto practitioners have changed more than what Han Muye had seen from those weapons before.

At least the power transmitted above the war gun is closer to martial arts.

And the suppression of the power of the soul is purely a divine way.

It seems that after fighting for many years, Shinto practitioners have also learned to use multi-faceted means to deal with the enemy.

The spear to the chest, the power of the soul is like a deep, if it is an ordinary cultivator, in the face of this kind of oppression, can only be motionless and hate on the spot.

However, Han Muye's divine soul was extremely powerful, and his combat power was even more monstrous.

In his eyes, there was a golden light, and the light burst, wrapping the other party's soul.

"boom--"

The Astral Qi around the Shinto practitioner on the opposite side shattered, his face was pale, and the long spear in his hand could not be grasped and fell down.

He looked at Han Muye in horror and wanted to speak, but felt dizzy and couldn't speak for a while.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and held the gun in his hand.

Sword energy poured into the war gun, and he saw the desired picture.

On this star, the No Resentment Realm deployed an army of 200,000 people to fight with the same number of Profound Sky army.

On the other side, such a Shinto practitioner is responsible for cleaning the periphery of the battlefield.

The Profound Sky World side also has such masters to wipe out scattered enemies.

The most tragic battle situation ahead was in an unnamed canyon. According to the thoughts of the Great Army of No Resentment Realm, most of Tianxuan's generals would be wiped out there.

"A sword cultivator in the fairy world?" Han Muye saw a group of kendo practitioners in green robes and long swords appearing on the screen.

These practitioners came from the fairy world, formed a sword formation, rushed in front, and rushed in the long and narrow valley, without any disadvantage.

The Scarlet Flame Army formation in the Profound Sky World could not stop these people at all.

"Jian Dan." Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

He was surprised to see the Sword Pill he handed over to Mu Wan.

More than a dozen sword pills form a line, which is the key to blocking the sword formation in the fairy world.

I just don't know if the sword pill was handed over by Mu Wan voluntarily, or was it requested by the leading general of the Chi Yan Army?

The images in his mind flowed, and Han Muye saw the opposite, a Shinto practitioner named Sun Yun practising the method.

Similar to Huang Tingshu's Dahuang Ting, it gathers the power of incense.

However, through deduction, Han Muye felt that there was a loophole in the method Sun Yun cultivated.

Because his foundation of Shinto was forged by the empowerment of his elders, not by his own practice.

If one day the elder wants to take back his cultivation, it will be easy.

Such means are very similar to the magic way.

In fact, the practice of collecting faith and incense is a **** or a demon, only separated by a thin line.

Holding the spear in his hand, Han Muye's eyes flashed brightly.

On the opposite side, Sun Yun's trembling and struggling body stiffened, and after a while, he bowed and stood.

Han Muye cultivated the Great Yellow Court, imitating the other party's spiritual practice, and directly suppressed Sun Yun's spirit with his tyrannical spirit power.

At this time, Sun Yun, who was wearing the golden armor, became Han Muye's protector.

"You wait for me here."

He waved his hand and threw the spear back, Han Muye said lightly.

This Dharma protector is still useful.

Sun Yun nodded, and with a movement, he disappeared in place.

The power of the divine way still has merit.

For example, at this time, Sun Yun was in a space created by the power of the divine way, and practitioners in ordinary heaven could not find it at all.

This method is very suitable for sneak attack.

Han Muye turned his head to take a look not far away, and flew towards the nameless canyon where the battle was fierce.

Before they reached the valley, several divine lights had already met them.

Han Muye was impatient, his eyes showed killing intent, the sword light flashed in his hand, and a sword pellet flew out, piercing through three divine lights.

The direction of Jiandan remained unchanged, and it fell directly to the edge of the battlefield below.

"boom--"

The sword pill fell to the ground and exploded, blasting the nothingness in a radius of a hundred zhang.

Before several Shinto practitioners could react, they were self-destructed by the sword pill.

A sword pill costs millions, and if you can kill a realm Qishen, you will earn it. At this time, you can see that there are clearly two golden pills and three Qishen cultivation bases without resentment. The sword light wraps around.

Without hesitation, Han Muye reached out and ejected the five sword pellets.

Jiandan formed a three-star sword formation in mid-air, and the other two directly crashed into the army formation below.

The Shinto cultivator who flew over was blocked by the sword formation, and the two sword pellets that fell in the battle formation exploded, sending smoke and dust thousands of feet away.

"boom--"

The originally neat and tidy No Resentment Realm Army formation was hollowed out by two large holes.

Deafening cheers erupted from the Profound Sky World side, and the army was suppressed.

"Ugh-"

The army of No Resentment Realm began to retreat.

Han Muye flew to the edge of the cliff, looking at Mu Wan, who was wearing a white shirt, stained with dust, and blood stained, walking slowly with a smile on his face.

"Brother."

Mu Wan walked over, opened her blood-stained hand, and gently buried her head in Han Muye's chest.

Han Muye reached out and stroked Mu Wan's soft hair.

Although Han Muye came alone, he also brought a lot of psychic continuation pills.

Seeing Mu Wan leading a group of pill cultivators in front of the seriously injured generals, bandaging their wounds, using spiritual energy to heal their wounds, and helping them recover with the power of pills, Han Muye couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Mu Wan, who used to be pale when she was in the Western Xinjiang, was now able to face her broken arm and body with equanimity.

Seeing her skillful bandaging movements and her serious and serious expression when she treated those wounded generals with medicinal herbs and elixir, she really grew a lot.

"Mr. Muye." A Taoist in a green robe and a middle-aged man in black armor came forward.

The Taoist's name is Lu Chengyang, who is the imperial envoy Jiandan, a strong man who resists the sword cultivation formation in the fairy world. The middle-aged Heijia is the commander of the 30,000 army here, and the Yushenwei leads Zuo Hegu.

As Han Muye thought, Mu Wan only kept two sword pills to protect herself, so she gave the other sword pills to her.

Lu Chengyang.

If it wasn't for Lu Chengyang's use of Jiandan to block the sword formation of the Immortal Spirit World, the canyon position would have been lost at this time.

"Mr. Muye, Fairy Muwan is kind and generous. Not only does she try her best to treat the injured, but she also takes out a treasure that protects her body. Everyone respects me at my Imperial Guard position." Zuo Hegu bowed to Han Muye and said.

They knew about the relationship between Mu Wan and Han Muye.

That sword pill was given to Mu Wan by Han Muye for protection.

When Han Muye arrived, if he didn't explain clearly and offended a great cultivator like Muye, Zuo Hegu couldn't bear it.

Lu Chengyang also thinks the same way.

Holding the sword pill, Lu Chengyang looked at Han Muye: "Mr. Muye, return this sword pill."

Han Muye glanced at Jiandan, waved his hand and said, "Just a little Jiandan, my junior sister is here, you just need to take care of it."

It is impossible for Han Muye to stay here forever.

Zuo Hegu and Lu Chengyang showed joy on their faces, and hurriedly bowed back.

Han Muye spent a day in the valley's army station, gave Mu Wan a protective treasure, gave her the sword pill and the psychic continuation pill, and then left quietly.

As Mu Wan said, everyone has their own path of cultivation.

She can't always ask her brother to protect her.

Han Muye found Zuo Hegu and Lu Chengyang, and taught them how to form sword pills.

It is impossible to form the Zhoutian Great Formation, but several good sword formations can be formed with Sword Pills.

With this sword formation, Lu Chengyang and several powerhouses with a cultivation level of half-step heaven can easily resist the sword formation of the fairy world.

Fight in a lineup.

Seeing the flying sword pills with his own eyes made the sword cultivator of the Immortal Spirit World dizzy. After he had to retreat, Han Muye left with satisfaction.

Leaving this world, Han Muye checked and found out that there was a great cultivator quietly guarding this area, then he hid his figure and took the subdued general Sun Yunfei into the air.

Ten days later, an aura vibrated in front of him.

Standing in the void for a moment, a general in red armor appeared, bowed to Han Muye, and then led him to fly down a meteorite with a radius of a hundred miles.

There, Qin Suyang, Baili Xinglin, Yan Zhenqing, and other top powerhouses were all there.

Wearing a gray-black robe, Marquis Wu stood in front of him with a stern face.

Seeing Han Muye's arrival, everyone nodded slightly.

Marquis Wu's gaze fell on Sun Yun who was behind Han Muye.

"There are many control methods in the Shinto practice method, you are careful to be attacked." Wuhou said.

For such great cultivators as Marquis Wu, it was obvious at a glance that Han Muye suppressed Sun Yun with the power of his soul.

Han Muye nodded, looked at the crowd and said, "To set up the Conferred God Stage, to mobilize the power of the Divine Dao, the closer to the realm of no resentment, the better."

"I subdued this person and found some information."

The No Resentment Realm is said to be a realm with several stars in it, and each of the eighteen **** kings occupied one side.

Later, several **** kings fell, and the power of incense on some stars was chaotic.

According to Han Muye's plan, it was to find a star where the **** king has fallen and the power of incense is chaotic, and then set up the conferring **** platform.

After Han Muye finished speaking, he looked at Marquis Wu.

Others also turned their attention to Marquis Wu.

Such matters require Marquis Wu to make decisions in person.

Sneak into the surrounding stars of the No Resentment Realm, if one is not careful, it may lead to siege by the army.

Even if other powerhouses can leave, I am afraid they will suffer heavy casualties.

"it is good."

After pondering for a moment, Marquis Wu nodded.

Half a day later, the three flying boats flew out of the meteorite and headed for the endless void.

On the flying boat, Han Muye looked at the people in front of him with a hint of emotion on his face.

"Senior Brother Han." Zhao Youzhi, whose arm was cut off, Li San, whose sword intent was restrained, and Jiang Han and others, all stood on the flying boat with excited expressions.

On the other side, Lu Xiaoyun with a strange look on his face bowed and saluted, and then called out "Old Ancestor".

No way, Lu Yuzhou is the ancestor of her family, as Lu Yuzhou's brother, Lu Xiaoyun naturally wants to call the ancestor Han Muye.

The eighteenth powerhouse of Xuanyang Guard's ready commander can only look at Han Muye in front of him depressedly.

The Xuanyang Guard team led by Lu Xiaoyun was extremely powerful and was arranged to protect Han Muye.

This time, although Han Muye was not the most critical, he was also the main planner.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyun's cultivation base is already half-step in heaven, and according to Xuan Yangwei's practice, her cultivation base is fully suppressed.

Li San is already in the realm of heaven, and his swordsmanship is extremely strong. The whole person is no longer lazy in the Western Border, but instead is refined and suffocating.

Zhao Youzhi's left-handed sword has been repaired to the point where it has no traces.

The current Zhao Youzhi is one of Lu Xiaoyun's trump cards.

Han Muye took the exam and found that Zhao Youzhixiu's swordsmanship was still in full swing, but the dignified and upright were mixed with strangeness, making it hard to resist.

Sometimes, practice is like this, and it is not necessary to follow the path that outsiders think.

When he was in the Western Xinjiang, Han Muye once suggested that Zhao Youzhi practice the reverse crescent moon swordsmanship.

But Zhao Youzhi still pursues uprightness.

In Han Muye's view now, there are countless paths of cultivation, and it is not the best direction to deduce. It is a smooth path, and it is not a cultivation path chosen according to one's own mind, and it will definitely be full of thorns.

Cultivation, facing it calmly is the right thing.

When old friends reunited, Han Muye accompanied them for a drink.

When everyone talks about being in the Western Border, in Jiu Xuan Jianmen, and in Yunchao Mountain, they are all emotional.

If you don't enter Zhongzhou, you don't know the greatness of Tianxuan.

If you don't enter the imperial city, you don't know the prosperity of the world.

Without Tian Xuan, how do you know that the world is vast and boundless, with thousands of realms, and it is absolutely wonderful?

"When I was stationed on Fengming Star, I had a discussion with several Fengming Star sword cultivators, and I felt that their swordsmanship was a combination of the magic sword and the intentional sword."

"Senior Brother Han, can kendo practice be integrated into various paths?"

Putting down the wine glass, Jiang Han spoke in a low voice.

At that time, the number one hundred outside the gate of the Nine Profound Swords, at this time, was full of calm air, with two swords on his back, with sword intent flashing on one handle, and a hint of magic on the other handle.

fusion.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Before you know it, these fellow students of the year have all gone their own way.

"Cultivation in the world is not so finely divided. Who stipulated that the sword of mind must be cultivated, and who said that the sword of magic must be cultivated?"

The water vapor from the wine glass in Han Muye's hand filled the air, turning into three feet.

The three-foot water vapor instantly froze and turned into an icy long sword.

As soon as the long sword came out, there was a trace of arrogant sword intent.

Condense the sword with the law, control the sword with the intention.

But so simple.

"Om-"

The icy cold sword in Han Muye's hand shook and shattered into countless pieces.

These countless pieces of broken swords turned into butterflies and danced in the cabin, which was really beautiful.

sorcery?

Swordsmanship?

Zhao Youzhi, Jiang Han and the others looked blank.

A flash of light flashed in Li San's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice, "Broken!"

A sword intent flashed, smashing all the butterflies.

The shattered butterfly came back into a cloud, and then returned to Han Muye's wine glass.

"Drink if you drink, can you be a fool?" Li San glared at Han Muye and drank the wine in his glass.

Han Muye laughed, raised his hand and drank the wine from the glass in front of him.

...

After a drink, Lu Xiaoyun led Li San and others away quietly.

They need to go one step ahead and arrange for the stars.

Walking with them was Sun Yun, the divine general Han Muye had subdued.

After Li San and the others left, Han Muye retreated and practiced until three days later, a general came to invite him.

Marquis Wu recruited each other.

When Han Muye arrived at the cabin where Marquis Wu lived, he saw Marquis Wu in green robe sitting in front of the small desk, holding an ink pen in his hand, sketching.

Under the pen, a cyan dragon shadow walking through the clouds has taken shape.

Every piece of scales on the dragon shadow is clearly visible.

Han Muye was a little stunned.

The practice method of Marquis Wu is actually the same as Tuoba, the sect master of the Nine Profound Sword Sect in the Western Border.

Tuobacheng condensed his own qi and blood into the pen and ink and landed on the scroll.

Marquis Wu is infused with the power of great supernatural powers, and there is a soul in his pen.

"Have you seen this practice method?"

Looking up at Han Muye, Marquis Wu said softly.

Han Muye nodded.

"Is it Xijiang?" Marquis Wu chuckled and looked at Han Muye: "Xijiang Jiuxuan Mountain, I was there back then."

"You should know the origin of the sword pavilion."

The sword pavilion.

Inherited from heaven and earth, the realm of Xianyuan.

It is a holy place for worldly practice.

"Back then, I went to Xianyuan World and returned as a disciple of the Jiange Inheritance."

There was a trace of nostalgia on Wuhou's face, and he sighed softly: "After all, I am not a sword cultivator."

"The sword pavilion can only stay in the western border and suppress the passage to Xianyuan world."

The sword pavilion, was Wuhou brought from Xianyuan world?

Han Muye looked at Marquis Wu in front of him.

"Cultivation in the world, after karma ~lightnovelpub.net~, there will be reincarnation. Brother Wen and I could not escape the calamity of reincarnation, so we stayed in this world."

"Senior brother Wen has different ambitions, and I will do my best to help him."

"The sword pavilion has been inherited from the Xianyuan world for three days, which is even grander than that of the ancestors of Tianxuan."

Looking at Han Muye, Marquis Wu lowered his voice and said softly, "I hope that when Tian Xuan is in trouble, you won't stand by and watch."

Tianxuan is in trouble.

In the end, what plan did Wen Xiang have that would bring disaster to Tian Xuan?

Even if it is the fairy world, it won't let the powerful Tianxuan world overturn, right?

Han Muye frowned, and just as he was about to speak, the sword light flashed in front of him, and an endless stream of light hit him.

Dao domain.

I don't know when, I have already fallen into the Marquis Dao Territory!

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye sighed as he looked at the endless sword light that attacked and killed, and the sword intent long sword condensed into a line in the sea of ​​anger and slashed down instantly.

Sword to Sword!

Marquis Wu Zeng Xiu Jian Pavilion inheritance, his own kendo cultivation base must be extremely strong.

But for Han Muye, in front of the sword cultivators in the world, there is no one who can make him bow his head!

"boom--"

The sword lights collided and turned into scattered auras.

That aura appeared, and it has become a lightsaber that intertwined with each other.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and the sword in front of him turned into a shock.

Point gold.

a leaf.

Beacon fire blazes a prairie.

crescent moon.

"Senior, I have a sword that I learned from Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer sect of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"This swordsmanship is made by observing swordsmanship for two hundred years and gathering thousands of swords."

"It's called Wanjian Guizong."

Seeing that all the sword lights in front of him turned into Marquis in white robes, Han Muye said softly, "Senior please take my sword."

When the words fall, Wan Jian rises!

Thousands of swords return to their ancestors, and one sword transforms ten thousand swords!

"it is good!"

Marquis Wu shouted loudly, and the sword light in his hand chopped down.