"Boom—"

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Han Muye kicked the black-robed cultivator beside him with a kick, then raised his hand and grabbed Dayan Daoist's storage bag.

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Divine Sense penetrated, and Han Muye turned to look at Daoist Dayan.

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This guy really scoured a lot of treasures.

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The storage bag with a hundred squares of space is full of various spiritual materials and spiritual stones.

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Many of them have been cut off in the cultivation world, and they are invaluable.

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What a windfall.

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Measured the storage bag, Han Muye bluntly put it in his bag.

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Anyway, what Dayan Daoist found, isn't it his?

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Dayan Daoist saw that the storage bag was taken away by Han Muye, his face twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.

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But he didn't dare to ask Han Muye to come back.

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Turning his face, he ran towards the cultivator who was kicked flying by Han Muye, and swooped over.

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"Bang—"

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Daoist Dayan flew upside down.

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With his cultivation, he is not a match for others.

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At this time, the cultivator who was smashed to the ground by Han Muye also stood up.

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The two figures roared wildly, flashing light in their hands, and rushed towards Han Muye.

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Very tacit.

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It is rare for these two to be able to cast spells in this dam, and their power is not small.

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The scattered meteorites gathered together, condensed into a ball, and hit Han Muye.

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The gang wind was wanton, as if it was about to burst.

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Han Muye's expression didn't change, he just clenched his fist.

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In this dam, the feeling of clenching a fist and smashing it down is more enjoyable than slashing someone with a sword.

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In particular, he has the body of a divine beast, and his strength is domineering and tyrannical to the extreme.

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He has seen magic techniques beyond the dam.

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At this time, I felt that the power was too weak.

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The suppression of the chaotic power of the dam makes it difficult for various spells to exert their combat power.

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It's still a fist to solve.

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"drink-"

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Wrong step, short body, punching.

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Han Muye didn't hesitate, his movements were coherent and steady.

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The cultivator whose face collapsed this time had his sternum shattered, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person died in mid-air.

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Turning around again, Han Muye's foot kicked the black-robed cultivator who had been kicked by him in the chest.

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"Crack—"

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The sound of the sternum shattering came.

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This time, the two never got up again.

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Han Muye was also not interested in leaving a living hole in the dam.

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Daoist Dayan walked forward proudly, shook it down a few times, and brought two long swords, a long bow, and two waist cards.

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In his own hand, he held a golden sledgehammer and a small storage bag.

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That big hammer is the big treasure that Daoist Dayan said.

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Han Muye didn't bring the big hammer.

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This is a weapon of the divine general's standard. Han Muye has seen it from the memory of the long spear in the divine general's hand.

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Although this weapon is standard, its power is comparable to that of a middle-grade magic weapon.

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It's just that this type of weapon lacks the agility of magic weapons.

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Holding the sword tool that Daoist Da Yan handed over, Han Muye's sword energy poured into his palm, and his eyes flashed with aura.

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An ordinary guardian of the Temple of Chaos, with a half-step heavenly cultivation, and ordinary swordsmanship.

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Outside the dam, the cultivation under the heaven is relatively easy.

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All kinds of armors and medicinal pills can cultivate cultivators under the heaven in batches.

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Of course, above the realm of heaven, it cannot be cultivated in batches.

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The real masters of the Temple of Chaos all sneaked into the dam and went to the place where the ancient gods fell.

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Outside the dam, there are cultivators from the ancient cloud galaxy guarding the surroundings, and cultivators who come out of the dam will be monitored or directly intercepted.

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The blockade of the chaotic power in the dykes and the control of the land where the ancient gods fell has started tens of thousands of years ago.

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Having seen the memories of the swords of the two guardians of the Temple of Chaos, Han Muye raised his hand and called Dayan Daoist to him.

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A cyan identification mark was handed to him.

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These are the identification badges of the two cultivators who were severely injured by Han Muye just now and passed out.

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"We are one piece, this brand doesn't recognize people."

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Han Muye smiled and threw up the sign in his palm.

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Daoist Dayan took the sign, looked at it carefully, and placed it on his chest.

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When they stepped out of the dam, they were already cultivators wearing black robes and wearing the waist badge of the guardian of the Temple of Chaos.

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"This is it, outside the dam?" Daoist Dayan murmured, his face full of suspicion.

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Han Muye mentioned the dam to him. In his imagination, there should be a bright world beyond the dam.

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Looking at it at this time, it is clearly a dark and empty place.

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The only difference is that the aura is more pure.

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But this purity is due to the lack of power of the Dao.

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What good is there where the power of the Great Dao is weak? There was a hint of disappointment on Dayan Daoist's face.

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Han Muye turned his eyes around and said softly, "This is where all the great cultivators in the mud pool want to come over outside the dam."

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Different from Dayan Daoist's perception, Han Muye's eyes were full of aura.

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Godless Land!

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This ancient cloud galaxy is a place where there is no Great Way of Heaven and Earth, and no Spirit of Heaven and Earth is formed.

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It means that this place can create gods.

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Everyone has the opportunity to become the **** of the ruling party, that is, the **** of heaven and earth in ancient times.

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Replacing the avenues of heaven and earth with oneself!

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No wonder those great men want to come here.

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Those great cultivators who have climbed to the pinnacle of their practice and are unable to escape, as long as they give up the road of detachment, cross the dam and become the master of a world, they can instantly become immortal gods.

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This kind of power is completely different from the combination of Wen Mosheng and Tianxuan Tiandao.

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This is domination, not union.

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Is the master, not the ally.

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Relationships are very different.

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Han Muye recalled the process of crossing the dam, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

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For him, with the body of a divine beast, it is not difficult to cross the dam.

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Moreover, because there is a clear route that has been explored before, as long as you deal with a few dangerous places carefully, you can cross the dam.

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But for those great cultivators in the land where the ancient gods fell, without a strong enough body, crossing the dam is simply a death sentence.

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so-

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A bright halo appeared in Han Muye's eyes.

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Therefore, the wild world was jointly attacked by all parties!

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Those great cultivators want the bodies of ancient beasts!

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Han Muye only felt a chill behind his back.

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It turns out that countless great monks besieged the wild world, and there is such a secret behind it!

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Han Muye remembered that the masters who came out of the Profound Sky World had also participated in the battles in the Wild World. Among them, the ancestor of Profound Sky also personally killed a divine beast Kui Niu.

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Then, where are these great cultivators who came out of the Profound Sky World now?

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Did you really perish in the last three days of fighting?

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Where do the blocked space passages in the Profound Sky World lead to?

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On Yunchao Ridge, will the space passage leading to the land of magic repairs connect beyond the dam...

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For a while, Han Muye had countless doubts in his heart.

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"Let's go, let's go to the Temple of Chaos."

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No matter how many questions you have, you need to find answers one by one.

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For some questions, it has been too long to find the answer.

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Dayan Daoist took the form of Qingfeng who followed behind Han Muye, and Han Muye stepped on the mountain of Daojian, which was transformed into an ordinary sword, and walked in the air.

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There were quite a few cultivators along the way, but they didn't do anything unusual to Han Muye or Dayan Daoist.

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Sure enough, the Temple of Chaos only recognizes the brand and not the person.

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Going all the way, they stopped in front of a shining star a hundred miles away.

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Aura flashes among the stars.

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Looking up, there are many such stars.

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Unlike the thousands of stars around the Profound Sky World that only see a single flashing aura, every one of the stars here is actually full of vitality and full of spiritual energy.

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But when he landed in the stars, Han Muye noticed something different.

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There is no way of heaven and earth on these stars, and there is almost no defense.

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Just like eggs that have been peeled off, these stars will be swallowed at any time if they encounter a great cultivator who wants to refine them.

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Looking up at the bright star river in the distance, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

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This star is only a hundred miles in diameter, so no one has refined it. Then, what about the big star with a radius of ten thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles, or one million miles?

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This ancient cloud galaxy may have secrets that he does not know.

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Flying down the stars, Han Muye and Dayan Daoist walked slowly.

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There are buildings everywhere on this star, but unlike the land where the ancient gods fell, the buildings here are basically simple in shape.

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After traveling for dozens of miles, Han Muye has probably understood.

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The stars that are blocked outside the dam are all carried over by the strong in the Temple of Chaos.

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All the practitioners who come here are basically for the mission of the Temple of Chaos.

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The Chaos Temple here is more like a palace than a city.

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There are many square houses, stretching wide and without city walls.

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Han Muye also felt that for cultivators, building a city with a city wall has no practical significance.

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A square for receiving tasks, a place for distributing tasks, a place for exchanging tasks, various logistics support, a management office for collecting resources, and a place for providing employment and information, this Chaos Temple has all kinds of facilities.

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Han Muye was not in a hurry, he and Dayan Daoist wandered around for three or four days, inquiring about all the information about the Chaos Temple and the Ancient Cloud Galaxy.

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Then, Han Muye took Da Yan Daoist and flew straight to a large star that was thousands of miles away.

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This place called Jinkexing is the largest star in the tens of billions of miles around it. The sect ruled by it is Jinming Daozong, a sect that has several great monks beyond the heavenly realm.

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Just as Han Muye speculated and imagined, Jinkexing was refined.

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In other words, the owner of this star has absolute control over this star.

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However, upon perception, he understood that it was the entire sect of Jinming Daozong who controlled this star, not a single great master.

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Jin Ming Daozong can control everything on this star through the formation method.

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The aura gathers, the celestial phenomena change, and even the tribulation of thunder.

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On this star, Jinming Daozong is the sky and the avenue.

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After landing on Jinkexing, Han Muye went straight to the Temple of Chaos set up on it.

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"Boom—"

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Only after flying for thousands of miles, there was a roar from the front, and then there was the sound of fighting.

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Daoist Dayan looked curious, while Han Muye frowned and turned his direction.

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He is not from the ancient cloud galaxy, why bother to get involved in the disputes here?

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Just turned around and walked away for a moment, when a scream came from behind.

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Several figures flew away.

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Then, another roar resounded, and a flying boat caught up from behind.

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Han Muye's eyes fell on those flying silhouettes, and his face showed a bit of a different color.

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Among the few people who flew past, one person suddenly turned around.

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"Boy Han?"

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A few people around him saw him stop, and they hurriedly pulled him away: "Old Tu, hurry up, or these guys from the Jinxuan Daomen will be killed."

Lao Tu nodded, and while flying away, he muttered: "I guess it's dizzying. This is the ancient cloud galaxy. It is extremely difficult to come here. That kid is in the Western Region of the Profound Sky, and it is impossible to come..."

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As he spoke, he raised the sword in his palm and slashed forward.

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"Boom—"

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A sword was slashed out, and ten miles in front seemed like the sky was falling apart, and the spiritual lights turned into beams of light.

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Over there, there is a mysterious formation hidden.

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If it wasn't for this sword, they would break into the maze, and they would definitely die.

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"Old Tu, your move of Wanjian Guizong is really good. If it weren't for this sword, we would have been made dumplings." A bearded man whispered and grinned: "Crap—"

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Everyone turned their heads and left, but they stopped where they were before they flew a hundred miles away.

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In front, a young man in a black robe and a black sword with a sheath on his back stood there holding his arms.

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"Why didn't you run away?"

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"There are only five Liuchuan seven thieves left. Those two are waiting for you to reunite at my Jinxuan Daomen."

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A sneer appeared on the young man's face, and his eyes turned to Lao Tu: "Tu Wanjian, let me see how capable your Wanjian Guizong is."

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"Curachi—"

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The long sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword was cold and piercing to the bone, and it seemed like it was going to devour people at a distance of hundreds of meters.

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The expressions of the people who were blocked changed. Just as they were about to rush forward, Lao Tu raised his hand to stop them.

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"Jinxuan Daomen's direct disciple, Shuihan Jian Yu Shen." Lao Tu narrowed his eyes and put his hand on the hilt of the sword: "This is an eight major swordsman of Nascent Soul."

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Nascent Soul Eighth Layer!

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Several other people trembled.

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Among them, the one with the highest cultivation is Lao Tu of the sixth level of Nascent Soul.

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In the face of a Nascent Soul eight major sword cultivator, even if they attacked together, they couldn't stop a sword.

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"Since you want to meet my Wanjian Guizong by name, how can Tu be disappointed?" Lao Tu smiled lightly, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and flew out.

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The sword is in the air, dividing into millions.

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"This sword is called Wanjian Guizong, and it is a way to open a way for ordinary swords in the world."

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"I only learned the fur of this sword, and I would like to come and ask for advice."

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The light of the sword converged and turned into a sword. Lao Tu drank in a low voice, suppressed the light of the sword, and chopped off Yu Shen's head.

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Yu Shen's eyes shone brightly, and without any hesitation, he raised his hand and swayed it.

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"when-"

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After a shock, the sound of endless sword collisions spread throughout.

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Not far away, two flying boats surrounded them.

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Everyone looked at the two long swords that were fighting countless times in the void.

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"Good swordsmanship!" After a hundred breaths, Yu Shen shouted loudly and retreated to the rear.

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Withdrawing Baizhang, the sword light melted, Lao Tu, who was holding the long sword, turned red, and the blade of the sword trembled slightly.

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"You have been able to fight me for so long with one sword technique, and you, Tu Wanjian, are also a character." Yu Shen looked at Tu Wanjian and said lightly, "Abandon your swords and return the stolen Wanhe sword box. My Jinxuan Daomen will not be difficult for you.”

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Tu Wanjian held the sword and did not speak.

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"The Wanhe sword box belongs to my teacher. When did it belong to your Jinxuan Dao?" A middle-aged swordsman standing behind Tu Wanjian shouted angrily.

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Hearing his words, Yu Shen's face turned cold, and there was a sharp sword intent on his body.

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Tu Wanjian pointed the front of the sword in his hand, and the light of the sword converged.

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"Tu Wanjian, you don't know what to do with your face, the so-called Wanjian Guizong is just like that." Yu Shen's sword turned into a frost snake, coiled up and roared in a low voice.

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As soon as the frost snake appeared, countless ice flowers floated in the surrounding void.

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Layers of gloomy cold enveloped the area for thousands of feet.

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The sword in Tu Wanjian's hand was instantly frozen.

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His eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and Tu Wanjian's expression was solemn.

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Behind him, several practitioners tried their best to resist the cold, but their faces were pale and their bodies were trembling.

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"Wan Jian returns to the sect, but that's it?"

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At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

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"Han Muye!" Tu Wanjian whispered.

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Yu Shen's complexion changed dramatically, he raised his head and looked forward.

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"Thorn—"

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As if the curtain was torn open, the frozen void shattered directly.

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Those frosts turned into nothingness, as if they never existed.

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Frost and Cold House originally swallowed snake letters, but suddenly his body trembled, and his body turned into a sword, suspended in front of Yu Shen.

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"Who are you?" Yu Shen stared at Han Muye who stepped out of the void, and his sword energy converged.

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Han Muye didn't show strong sword energy or power, but he could tear apart the power barrier placed by his sword in an understatement. He couldn't possibly be an ordinary person.

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"You don't need to know who I am." Han Muye shook his head, glanced at Tu Wanjian behind him, and a cyan long sword appeared in his hand.

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"Take my ten thousand swords and return to the sect, and let you go."

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Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!

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The person in front of him will also return to his ancestry with ten thousand swords!

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Everyone present, except Tu Wanjian, all widened their eyes.

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Tu Wanjian, known as Wanjian, is famous for Wanjian Guizong. Although he has always said that Wanjian Guizong is to open a way for low-level swordsmanship in the world, he has never seen anyone other than him who can do this. sword.

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Until today, I finally saw someone who would envoy Wanjian to the sect.

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I don't know if this one is Tu Wanjian's junior or a peer?

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"Lao Tu, do you want to rush together?" The big man who had spoken before leaned forward and whispered.

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Run together?

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A hint of hesitation flashed across Tu Wanjian's face.

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He admired Han Muye's swordsmanship.

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But Han Muye's cultivation base...

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"Om—"

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At this moment, the sword in Han Muye's hand vibrated, and a piercing sword light rose from his body.

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"Fuck, Jianying!" Tu Wanjian's eyes widened.

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Kendo Nascent Soul!

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On the opposite side, Yu Shen also had a surprised look on his face. He hurriedly held the long sword in front of him, and his whole body was full of spiritual light.

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The only sword and the extreme one, Fang Cheng's swordsman Yuan Ying.

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The one in front of him turned out to be a pure kendo cultivator.

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Such sword cultivators, who have become infants with swords, are not bound by their cultivation bases at all.

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To fight against this group of people, don't speculate on the basis of cultivation.

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"My dear fellow, Jianying, I have practiced for so many years, and I have only seen three Jianxiu who have condensed into Jianying." Behind Tu Wanjian, an old man with a white beard said in a low voice.

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"It is rumored from my teacher's school that the owner of Wanhe Sword Box was a master who formed a sword baby."

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"Wanhe Jianzong, there is a way to become a sword baby..." The big man standing beside Tu Wanjian looked at the sword baby on Han Muye's head, and his eyes flashed.

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Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye looked solemn and said lightly, "I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong."

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"This sword is based on Wan Dao swordsmanship, and opens up a path of asceticism for swordsmen in the world."

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"To cultivate this sword, you need to cultivate ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship, and in the end ten thousand swords are unified."

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The sound matched the light of the sword, and the sword in Han Muye's hand pierced slowly.

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Unlike Tu Wanjian's sword light, this sword did not divide into ten thousand, nor did it oscillate and shine.

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A sword is a sword.

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Why is Yijian called Wanjian?

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On the opposite side, Yu Shen looked puzzled.

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The others around also frowned.

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Only Tu Wanjian's arms trembled and he murmured in his mouth.

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"Boom—"

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The sword that Han Muye stabbed collided with the sword that Yu Shen raised his hand to intercept.

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The bursting sword light was so dazzling that everyone could only close their eyes.

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But even if he closed his eyes, the dazzling light of that sword still penetrated the soul.

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This Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect actually contains the sword intent of hurting the soul!

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"Thorn—"

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The sword moves forward and turns into ten thousand swords.

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Wan Jian is magnificent, wrapping Yu Shen.

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When Yu Shen raised his head with difficulty, he only saw that Wanjian was finally united, rubbing lightly on his neck.

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The blood was soaring to the sky, and the aura was scattered.

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This sword cuts off the blood, kills the soul, and smashes the Nascent Soul!

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With one sword, the eight major cultivators of Nascent Soul, fall!

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It wasn't until Yu Shen's body burst with aura that the surrounding practitioners woke up.

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"Brother Yu Shen was killed!"

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"Crazy, dare to kill Senior Brother Yu Shen, he is the grandson of my Jinxuan Daomen Xuantang Elder!"

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The two flying boats quickly retreated.

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Tu Wanjian and a few people behind him looked at each other, and there was a sword light rising from his body.

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Murder and kill mouths, destroy corpses and traces.

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Yu Shen was beheaded, but the news could not be leaked.

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They raised their heads to look at Han Muye who slowly retracted his sword.

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Han Muye put away his long sword, Yu Shen's sword and a storage bag, and said with a smile, "Senior Tu Sun, are you okay?"

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Master Tu Sun, the Great Elder of the Taiyi Sword Sect in the Western Frontier, was the first swordsman in the Western Frontier back then.

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After the Yunchao Ridge space channel was opened, Master Tu Sun left the Profound Sky World.

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Unexpectedly, he came outside the dam.

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Then, is Huang Laoliu, who also left this passage, also here?

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"Han boy, let's take action to solve these guys from Jinxuan Daomen together, otherwise it will be a big problem."

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Master Tu Sun gave a low voice and charged towards a flying boat with a long sword in hand.

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They were chased by Feizhou before, but now they turned their heads, and they wanted to kill Feizhou.

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Hearing Master Tu Sun's words, Han Muye shook his head, but still held up his long sword.

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The method of the big sect, the direct disciple was beheaded, and the message has already been passed on, it is too late to want to silence at this time.

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It's just that for Han Muye, sooner or later, it doesn't matter, just help kill a few people.

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The flying long sword smashed a flying boat with one blow, and the scattered practitioners scattered in horror.

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Master Tu Sun and others showed no mercy, chasing after these practitioners, with long swords and magic techniques in their hands.

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In the end, another flying boat left with the people of the Jinxuan Daomen who had escaped. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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Master Tu Sun showed regrets on their faces.

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A few people gathered up the scattered swords and various spiritual materials on the flying boat. Even the swords and storage bags on the corpses were not spared.

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A battle, a lot to gain.

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Dayan Daoist who turned into a breeze whispered in Han Muye's ear, to the effect that he was the best at this kind of thing, if he touched it, he would definitely not miss it.

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"Senior Tu, do you know how the sixth brother is doing now?" Han Muye asked, looking at Master Tu Sun who was back with his sword.

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Seeing Master Tu Sun, of course Han Muye wanted to ask Huang Laoliu.

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Hearing his words, Master Tu Sun shook his head.

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Didn't you hear?

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Maybe, after all, this ancient cloud galaxy is too vast and almost endless. Who knows if Huang Laoliu is here, and where it is.

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Moreover, the original Huang Laoliu was enchanted.

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"Huang Laoliu, now he is the great sage of the devil's way, the devil who treads on the sky, and uses a magic sword to fight in all directions. It's amazing..." Master Tu Sun's voice sounded leisurely.

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Today, when I went out to attend the Teacher Appreciation Banquet, I could only change one chapter and six thousand words.

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It's the end of the month, ask for a monthly pass.

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