Infuse the power of the grass whip, and then urge those pill puppets to refine the pills.

Han Muye chose Wanhe Sword Sect's gate far away from Jinkexing, just because he didn't want his own methods to be detected by Jinming Daozong on Jinkexing.

It is not far from Jinkexing here, and under its jurisdiction and protection, it can kill two birds with one stone.

Ten days later, Han Muye walked down the small building, followed by several practitioners in black robes.

When he reached the Pill Hall where the ground fire was opened in the back mountain, Han Muye waved his palm and Dao Yuan Ding appeared.

There is no one in this pill hall yet, and it was specially opened by Han Muye.

As soon as the Daoyuan Ding appeared, it directly became a hundred feet high, surpassing the surrounding mountains and suspended high.

"Om-"

Spiritual light flashes, spirit fire rises.

Countless halos flickered, causing Du Mingtao and the others to fly over.

Fortunately, the mountain gate has a not very powerful mountain protection formation, which isolates the outside world from exploration.

"This is a treasure..." Seeing Dao Yuanding, Jiang Chen whispered.

The others nodded.

Also, how could Han Muye not have a treasure in his hand?

This Yuan Ding looks no worse than the Wanhe Sword, the treasure of the original Wanhe Sword Sect.

"Om-"

The cauldron turned, and practitioners in black robes appeared.

A total of 100 black-robed Pill Dao puppets stood under the big cauldron, and the wood veins on their bodies surged, wrapping the cauldron.

These hundreds of alchemists have the same cultivation level, they are all at the first level of Jindan, the refining methods are the same, and their movements are neat.

Their tacit understanding surpasses the cooperation between the vast majority of alchemy practitioners.

The only downside is that they are not smart enough to deal with emergencies.

Han Muye stood beside the pill cauldron and watched the hundreds of pill cultivators work together, but in a moment, three hundred pills were refined in a pot.

The grade is not high, the seventh grade Dan.

Three hundred in one oven.

The appearance is between the fine and the best, and it belongs to the category of elixir.

Without enough spirituality, it is just a rigid cooperative refining, and it is impossible to obtain an immortal pill.

Fortunately, Han Muye didn't have such high requirements, so a spirit pill would do.

When the medicine pill came out, golden light flashed in the sky.

The pills are like falling stars.

Han Muye raised his hand, put all the medicinal pills in a jade bottle, and then threw the jade bottle at Du Mingtao.

"These medicinal herbs are sold, and the spirit stones that are exchanged are converted into spirit medicines."

Three hundred seventh-grade pills were enough to exchange for a lot of elixir.

The most important thing is that this business can be done for a long time.

In the future, it can become the main income of Wanhe Sword Sect.

Three days later, Du Mingtao returned with a large amount of spirit stones and medicine.

There are also many entrusted alchemy tasks.

With enough resources to support, Wanhe Sword Sect finally became a pillar.

ten years.

There is no time in cultivation, and Wanhe Jianzong has built a mountain gate on this star for ten years.

In the past ten years, the Wanhe Sword Sect, which was originally unknown, has gained a lot of fame in the surrounding hundreds of thousands of miles of void world.

The medicinal pills produced by Wanhe Jianzong are stable in quality and large in quantity.

A sword sect is famous for the way of alchemy, which is rare in the land where the ancient gods fell, but it is not surprising in the ancient cloud galaxy.

Many sects here have their own means of making money.

Wanhe Jianzong, relying on the medicine pill industry, gathered a lot of wealth and widely collected standard swords.

This makes many practitioners guess that the Wanhe Sword Sect is planning a great deal.

But such means are extremely popular in the ancient cloud galaxy.

As long as there are enough resources and enough spiritual stones, some people will come to help and defect.

In ten years, Wanhe Sword Sect has occupied the entire star, annexed several other sects, and named this hundred-mile star Wanhe Star.

There are already 300,000 disciples in the entire Wanhe sect, among which there are more than 30 practitioners above the heavenly realm.

Ordinary disciples can accept them at will, but Heavenly Realm powerhouses do not accept as much as they want, but cultivate as they want.

The background of the big sect is not comparable to the nouveau riche.

At this time, in the discussion hall of the Wanhe Sword Sect, Du Mingtao, who had already reached the eighth level of Nascent Soul, was sitting on the seat, flanked by Master Tu Sun and others.

Han Muye was on the sidelines, so he was a non-voting attendee.

Han Muye rarely gets involved in the Wanhe Sword Sect. If it wasn't for a major event this time, he wouldn't come.

Holding the money bag of the entire sect in his hand, Han Muye is the hidden master of the Wanhe Sword Sect.

Of course, only Liuchuan Qiyi, the current Wanhe Sword Sect Sect Master and the six elders with real power knew about this kind of thing.

Later elders and disciples only knew that there was a priest who was not in charge of the sect, and they knew nothing about the specific situation.

There are not many people in the hall today.

In addition to Liu Chuan Qiyi and Han Muye, there were only three more young disciples and five more experienced elders.

The three disciples are personally handed down from the sect, and their strength and talent are not bad. They are trained as the future focus of the sect.

At this moment, the three disciples and the five elders swept their gazes to Han Muye, who was sitting beside him.

What is the cultivation base and combat power of this no-nonsense worshiping Great Elder?

"The opening of the Ancient God Medicine Garden is a thousand-year-old event in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy. I also participated in the Wanhe Sword Sect."

Du Mingtao looked at everyone and spoke softly.

Ancient God Medicine Garden.

Han Muye knew the name.

When there was no battle of the gods, there were more than ten medicine gardens in the ancient cloud galaxy, which were set up by the great monks of the ancient gods, and specialized in cultivating precious elixir.

Among them, there are many elixir that have long been discontinued in the cultivation world.

Only immortal medicine can refine the first-grade pill, and the main medicines used in Taoist pills are all immortal medicines.

When Han Muye heard the news of the medicine garden, he also moved to look for it.

It's just that these medicine gardens have extremely powerful formations to hide and protect, and outsiders can only be allowed to enter when they are opened.

Moreover, even if the ancient monk who guarded the medicine garden had fallen, the protection methods in these medicine gardens were still tyrannical.

All kinds of reared alien beasts, all kinds of puppet methods, and formations can make the gods of the realm lose their lives in them.

The opening of the medicine garden is both an opportunity and a disaster.

Some people got all kinds of elixir in it, and their cultivation level soared into the sky. When a sect entered it, the whole army was wiped out.

Of course, for the big forces, the gathering of various information and the support of big monks, the danger will be much less.

Small forces will also send disciples in, hoping to get a chance.

"So this time, my Wanhe Sword Sect will also arrange for disciples to enter it to seek opportunities."

Du Mingtao looked at everyone.

Several elders glanced over the three direct disciples inadvertently.

The three of them also got the message before and bowed: "Don't worry, Sect Master, I will do my best."

This is the sect seeking fortune, so why not their own?

In the world of practice, if you don't fight for many things, you will never have a chance.

The three of them were able to stand out among the hundreds of thousands of sect disciples because they fought all the way.

"Elder Han, I wonder if you can protect the disciples of the Sword Sect for one or two after entering the medicine garden?" Du Mingtao looked at Han Muye and folded his hands: "Of course, Elder Han, your own affairs are important."

Han Muye nodded.

He would go into the medicine garden to find the elixir he needed. As for the disciples of Wanhe Sword Sect, he would not refuse if he could help.

Du Mingtao winked at the three disciples below.

The three hurriedly bowed to Han Muye: "Thank you Elder Han."

Han Muye's expression was calm and he nodded slightly.

The five newly promoted elders didn't understand the strength of the Supreme Enshrined in front of him, and they even asked the Sect Master to respect him.

It is said that such tasks are not what a sect elder should do?

Han Muye didn't care what the others thought, and looked at Du Mingtao and Master Tu Sun.

"If I leave Wanhexing, there will be vacancies in the defense of the sect, and I need to set up a strong enough guardian formation."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

His words made the eyes of the three new disciples and the five new elders widen.

One person to support the defense of the sect, this worshiping the great elder turned out to be the real heritage of the sect!

No wonder this man has been hidden, but is so respected by the sect master.

"Elder Han said that I have contacted Jin Ming Daozong, but..." Du Mingtao's face flashed a hint of hesitation and embarrassment.

"It's just that they said that with the strength of my Wanhe Sword Sect, I don't need an overly powerful mountain protection formation. The current one is enough."

What kind of strength matches what kind of formation, this statement is actually correct.

What kind of strength has what kind of accumulation of resources and wealth. If a sect like Wanhe Jianzong uses all the accumulated wealth in a mountain gate formation, what else can they use to train disciples?

Han Muye frowned.

He was in Wanhe Jianzong all these years, and it is not that he has not shot.

Several of them came out of the body, and even the great cultivator of the gods came to attack, but they were quietly repelled by him.

This kind of thing is not publicized, and outsiders don’t know it.

The medicine garden has not been opened for a short time. He left Wanhe Jianzong, and I really can't guarantee that Wanhe Jianzong will not be destroyed by outsiders.

The benefits of the Dan Dao of Guang Wanhe Sword Sect have already been coveted by countless people.

"I asked a few familiar disciples of the Jinming Dao Sect. It was their formation elder, Shen Zongming, who was not allowed to set up a new formation for my Wanhe Sword Sect." Du Mingtao glanced at Han Muye and said in a low voice.

Shen Zongming?

Han Muye said indifferently, "Is that the formation master who set up the mountain protection formation for Jinxuan Daomen?"

Du Mingtao nodded and said helplessly: "Back then, when Elder Han broke the mountain protection formation of Jinxuan Daomen with your sword, Elder Shen Zongming regarded it as a great shame, so..."

He didn't go on, but he already understood that it was this Elder Shen who was not allowed to set up a formation for Wanhe Sword Sect.

The three disciples and five elders looked at Han Muye in horror.

It turned out that this one was the great swordsman who picked Jinxuan Daomen with one sword!

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he stood up and looked at the big star in the distance.

"Let me go to Jinkexing."

Jinming Daozong on Jinkexing is a big force, among which there are many top powerhouses.

Although there is no big cultivator who suppresses the world, they are invincible on Jinkexing by virtue of the formation method of refining Jinkexing.

The matter of making things difficult for Wanhe Sword Sect should not be just the decision of a master of formation.

It is also time to face such great forces head-on.

Han Muye had collected too many swords and elixir, and it would take some time to collect all of them just relying on the quests in the Temple of Chaos.

But he didn't have time to hang around the dam.

The real body is about to break through to the realm of God Transformation, and the general trend of the Profound Sky is slowly gathering. The most important thing is that the wasteland that was floating in the void is about to be revealed.

In ten years at the most, this piece of land will smash into the land of Taoism, and then fly down toward the Profound Sky World.

When the remnants of the wild land arrived, it was the time when the fairy world and the Tianxuan station opened.

At that time, Han Muye needed the incarnation of the divine beast to arrive at the same time as his true body, to suppress it in one fell swoop, and bring the wasteland to Tianxuan.

It's also about his path.

The causal relationship between this wild wasteland and him is too great. Many races on it have been transformed by his blood and cannot be taken by the fairy world.

Han Muye moved and flew out of the Wanhe Sword Sect, turned into a ray of light, and smashed into the sky.

Endless aura dragged out the tail flame, illuminating the world.

"This guy is stronger again..." Master Tu Sun showed a complicated look on his face.

The others looked at them and shook their heads with a wry smile.

I thought that these people had the support of the sect, and their cultivation had improved fast enough, but looking at it now, the gap with Han Muye was still like a natural moat.

"boom--"

Han Muye flew away in the void, and the sword intent on his body turned into a trembling halo, eliminating the squeezing force of the surrounding void.

In Wanhe Jianzong for ten years, he is not just alchemy.

The fusion of various swordsmanship has made his cultivation in kendo more profound.

The way of swordsmanship is already in harmony with his cultivation way.

Three thousand miles through the void for a moment and landed on Jinke Star, the visible scene is almost the same as ten years ago.

This is the world of practice.

Time hardly leaves its mark everywhere.

Without lingering, Han Muye drove the sword light directly towards the Jinming Daozong Mountain Gate.

"Fellow Daoist Han Muye from the Wanhe Sword Sect?" It was only a thousand miles away from the Daozong Mountain Gate of Jinming when a spiritual light blocked in front of Han Muye, and a voice sounded.

Han Muye nodded and said, "It's down here."

That spiritual light shook, turned into a long golden bridge, and landed in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye stepped on the bridge one step, and his figure flashed with the long bridge. When the long bridge disappeared, he was already standing in front of the Jinming Daozong Mountain Gate.

This kind of means is extraordinary, but it is the power of the extremely clever formation.

"In the next Yu Tianming, I met fellow Daoist Han." Standing in front of Han Muye was a Taoist man wearing a blue Taoist robe with fluttering beards.

With a high golden crown, a jade belt around his waist, and a jade plate with a flashing blue aura in his hand, this is a great cultivator of the formation path.

Han Muye bowed his hand in return, and then said, "Han is here to buy a mountain protection formation."

His straight to the point made Yu Tianming smile, nodding and raising his hand, "Talk about it in fellow Daoist Han."

Yu Tianming's attitude was good, he led Han Mu into the mountain gate, and introduced the surrounding scenery.

Jinming Daozong and other big sects sitting in a world have unimaginable depths.

Han Muye felt that Jinming Daozong might be able to deal with a Daoist struggle.

However, the ancient cloud galaxy has no Taoism.

They are world wars.

The battle between the two powerhouses in the refining world is even crueler than the Taoism.

Yu Tianming led Han Muye to a side hall to sit down, and the disciple offered the spiritual fruit.

"Fellow Daoist Han, you should know that it is Elder Shen who is unwilling to arrange the formation for your Wanhe Sword Sect." Looking at Han Muye, Yu Tianming smiled: "We cannot ignore an elder's opinion. ."

to consider.

But whether it will be done according to the elder's opinion depends on the price.

Most things in the world have a price.

If you didn't win it, it's because you didn't pay enough.

Yu Tianming said as he put a spiritual fruit into his mouth.

"Well, this fruit was cultivated by my Jinming Daozong. It is said that Han Daoyou is not only tyrannical in swordsmanship, but also extraordinary in the way of alchemy. Let's try it."

Don't talk about business, but talk about spiritual fruit.

It seems that the formation of a mountain gate is not as good as Lingguo.

But Han Muye knew that all this was just a test.

A great out-of-body cultivator like Yu Tianming, or a master of the formation path, how could he have so much time to argue here?

What's more, there are obviously more than a dozen tyrannical spiritual thoughts around them, quietly observing with the help of the power of the formation.

Han Muye raised his hand and took a Spirit Fruit in his hand.

Yu Tianming looked at him with a smile.

"Well, there is plenty of spiritual energy, and there are auras of various channels intertwined, which is beneficial to practitioners of each channel."

"If the spiritual energy and medicinal power in it can be pure, then this fruit will be even better."

Holding the Spirit Fruit in his hand, Han Muye spoke softly.

"Haha," Yu Tianming let out a long laugh, "Fellow Daoist Han.

He stared at Han Muye, his expression unchanged: "It's just that if there is a way to separate the medicinal power and spiritual energy, this spiritual light will not be easy to eat."

"That kind of spiritual fruit, I am afraid that only those big forces in the ancient cloud galaxy have it."

The Jinming Daozong who monopolized the world was considered a big force, but there was still a big gap with those big sects that controlled countless stars.

Jinkexing developed only by relying on the Temple of Chaos, and in front of the big sect, it was just a nouveau riche like the Wanhe Sword Sect.

Inheritance, can't compare.

"Great power?" Han Muye smiled lightly, and a bright halo flashed in his eyes.

"What kind of power do you want to purify the spiritual fruit in a mere way."

When the voice fell, a green light flashed in his palm.

The power of the full-level affinity of the wood veins directly motivated him, causing the spiritual fruit in his palm to flicker with a halo, and then buds sprout from the core.

The sprouts are growing fast, and in a moment they have reached a height of more than one foot.

On the opposite side, Yu Tianming smiled and looked at the one-foot-tall sprout in Han Muye's hand.

This method is miraculous, but for a great monk, it is not enough.

"Om-"

The spiritual light in Han Muye's palm had already permeated, and the tender sprout grew again, reaching a height of three feet.

When it reached the three-foot branches and leaves, Han Muye did not let them grow again, but wrapped in spiritual energy, green leaves flying, and trees blooming.

It was only at this time that Yu Tianming became a little solemn, his eyes fixed on the flower tree.

Other spiritual thoughts that were paying attention to this place also quietly gathered.

Han Muye smiled lightly, a hint of blue light poured into the flower tree in his palm.

The power of the grass whip.

"Whoa-"

The trees are full of flowers and there is no wind, and the colors change, red orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, colorful and dazzling.

As soon as the petals bloom, they wither.

Nobody cares about these petals.

Everyone looked at the seven-colored spiritual fruit that covered the flower tree.

The spiritual fruit grows visible to the naked eye, until each one reaches the size of a pigeon egg, and the spiritual energy converges.

No probing is required.

The seven-colored fruits correspond to the power of each vein.

Each one is pure and pure.

Yu Tianming's eyes flashed deeply as he looked at the spirit fruit tree held in Han Muye's hands.

"Good trick."

"Using such means to enter the medicine garden will definitely yield a lot."

Yu Tianming whispered and looked up at Han Muye.

"Om-"

A phantom appeared in the hall.

This is an old man wearing a sackcloth, with disheveled beard and hair, staring at the spirit fruit tree in front of Han Muye with both faces, murmuring in his mouth, and reaching out to pick the spirit fruit.

Han Muye raised his hand a little, and a curtain of light blocked his hand.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye's face was calm~lightnovelpub.net~ said softly, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to take it without telling me?"

Anger flashed across the old man's face, but before he could speak, Han Muye's voice sounded again.

"Or, if you are at the gate of Jinming Daozong, you can eat this fruit?"

With Han Muye's words, the old man's body burst with aura, and the palm of his hand revealed a cyan aura as he pressed forward.

"Wave--"

The curtain of light placed by Han Muye shattered in response, and the old man's palm reached out to the fruit tree covered with spiritual fruit.

Really want to eat!

In Han Muye's eyes, a sword light suddenly appeared!

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