Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

On the third floor of the sword pavilion, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

In front of him, the golden nine-story sword tower vibrated in suspension.

One after another sword light turned into a long dragon, revolving around his body.

Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, his swordsman spirit manifested behind his back, fluctuating.

In his mind, from the time he set foot on Jiuxuan Mountain and started to practice cultivation, to the current cultivation base to reach the peak of the saint, all the kendo cultivation insights turned into pictures and kept circulating.

Those picture scrolls turned faster and faster, and finally dissipated, melting into a blue-grey aura.

Han Muye opened his eyes, and the green-grey aura disappeared in a flash.

"The chance of life and death, the sword, is the choice."

The blue-grey aura slammed into the sword of the primordial spirit behind Han Muye's back, causing the sword of the primordial spirit to vibrate.

One after another blue and gray lines appeared on the long sword. The originally golden sword of the primordial spirit revealed a mysterious and indistinguishable power.

"The way of swordsmanship, the way of breaking and standing, there should be one other than breaking and standing."

On Han Muye's body, the halo of kendo has subsided, and the blue-grey in his eyes has dissipated.

But a smile appeared on his face.

The sword of the primordial spirit behind it returns directly.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the avenues of heaven and earth are not plentiful outside.

Ancestor.

Sword ancestor.

Since today, Han Muye has stepped into the realm of the ancestors of swordsmanship.

It turned out that if you truly understand this state, you will return to the original, without the earth-shattering induction.

Because this avenue has exceeded the limit that this world can sense.

In Han Muye's body, the sword of the Primordial Spirit that penetrated through the Dantian Qi Sea God Treasure has disappeared.

This sword is now in his mind, in the position between the sword of illusion and reality.

Because this sword can directly cut through the void.

In his mind, a cyan long sword floated.

The sword light flashed, revealing an extremely sharp edge.

You don't need to move the sword to twist the void.

"It's really fun."

"The sword is the weapon of killing, but it holds justice."

"Stop killing with killing."

Han Muye looked at the extremely powerful long sword and chuckled softly.

Kill the sword.

Or Slaughter Sword.

With its own primordial spirit as the sword, this sword only cultivates the way of killing, and it gives birth to the sharpest power in the world.

Who would have thought that the peaceful and undisputed Han Muye, the kendo he understood, and the sword he stepped into the sword ancestor realm, turned out to be slaughter.

If the sword does not come out, it will be a river of blood.

A sword is a murder weapon.

It's just that Han Muye took this killing method to the extreme.

With the sword in hand, the power of killing, balance the way of heaven and earth.

In charge of fairness and justice.

In this way, the swordsmanship is in the body, but it can be alert at all times, so that the mood is not stained with dirt.

This is the way of swordsmanship, and it is also a practice method.

Chop the dust.

This dust is not red dust, but a sword in his heart, free and bright.

"Endless Heavenly Venerate, in fact, I should thank you..."

Standing up and walking to the window sill, Han Muye looked at the continuous palace in front of him and spoke softly.

The way of cultivation of the Endless Heavenly Venerate, the way of detachment, is to fall into the endless sea and sit at the bottom of the eighteen layers of hell.

He detached himself with great perseverance and inspired Han Muye.

Cultivation is a difficult way. As a sword cultivator, you should take the sword as your way, cultivate your body, cultivate your sword, and cultivate your heart.

No matter in the spiritual world or the mundane world, how can there be true fairness and justice?

If not, then ask for it with a sword.

Hold the sharpest sword and cultivate the most righteous heart.

Han Muye's swordsmanship can completely reach the peak of Heavenly Venerate and enter the road of detachment!

"Tianzun, when we meet again, perhaps, you will be pleasantly surprised."

Han Muye had a faint smile on his face.

The extreme of one, and the strength of ten thousand.

Goodbye to the Endless Heavenly Venerate, Han Muye has the confidence to fight.

When Han Muye stepped down from the sword pavilion, his body was less fierce than Jianxiu, but more gentle.

"Hey, except when you kill someone like a sword cultivator, other times, you are still like those Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou." Ancestor Tao Ran who came to drink was very boring.

Gao Changgong nodded in agreement.

For those of them who watched Han Muye grow up, no matter how high Han Muye's cultivation base was and his status was sky-high, he would still still be the little sword watcher in the Jiange Pavilion.

As a practitioner, this state of mind is still there.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be the Great Cultivator of the Heaven Realm.

"Young master, thank you very much." Jiang Ming bowed to Han Muye.

At this time, Jiang Ming was no longer the arrogant Loose Cultivator at the Pill Dao Conference in Mushen City.

He is the elder of the alchemy hall of Jiuxuan Mountain, the great master of alchemy, and a father.

He has no shortage of spirit stones and no shortage of medicinal pills.

But he couldn't give Jiang Yucheng enough chances.

Han Muye smiled and reached out and patted Jiang Ming's shoulder, then turned to look at Fairy Jinyuan who came with Mu Wan.

The marriage between the two was facilitated by him.

Not only Jiang Ming came to visit, Zhao Pu and others also brought their juniors here.

These young masters on Jiuxuan Mountain are not only respectful but also curious about Han Muye, the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Profound Kingdom.

Young people still have dreams.

In their eyes, their own parents are no longer the target they are chasing.

Their future is the sea of ​​stars.

Han Muye and Mu Wan not only gave some greetings and some words of encouragement, but also promised to take them to the Heavenly Domain.

Although Tianxuan is good, it is not as rich as the spiritual energy of Shangtianyu.

Moreover, Tian Xuan is too comfortable.

Shangtianyu is where they should go.

"Om-"

Outside the sword pavilion, a magnificent and mighty aura shone into a great formation.

The three-story sword pavilion floated up, and the teleportation array that had been pressed under it was revealed.

"Duan Min greets His Majesty."

Duan Min, who walked out of the teleportation array, bowed to Han Muye and clasped his fists.

"The ancestor repaired the transmission route mentioned by His Majesty, and asked Duan Min to investigate and eliminate hidden dangers."

Han Muye once passed through this passage suppressed by the sword pavilion.

When he left Yuntian Medicine Valley, he told Duan Chengzi about this area and let Duan Chengzi connect with the Great Array of Myriad Realms.

In this way, Jiuxuan Mountain is directly connected with Tianyu.

As the place where Han Muye grew up, the Nine Profound Sword Sect had this teleportation formation and could definitely rise from it.

Three days later, Tuoba set up outside the teleportation formation, and watched Zhao Pu lead dozens of elders and disciples in the door, as well as the disciples of the Mu family, to set foot on the teleportation formation, leave Tianxuan, and head to the Heavenly Domain.

They will practice in the Yuntian Medicine Valley, train in the army of sword cultivators under Huang Zhihu, and then get the opportunity to step on the stage.

Although the performance platform can perceive its own cultivation method, it is not beneficial to just go on it.

If the mind is not firm and the cultivation base is not stable, it may break down on the stage.

Only through training, one's own cultivation base has been stabilized, is the best time to get on the stage.

"Sect Master Tuoba, why don't you go to Heaven?" Han Muye turned to look at Tuoba Cheng.

"When they return, I can almost put everything down and leave." Tuoba Cheng shook his head with a smile on his face.

On him, blood and sword intent are intertwined, and the power of the white tiger is surging.

Drop everything and leave.

For a great monk, the sect is a help and a bond.

The real strong man, in the end, has to rely on himself.

Tuobacheng bears the entrustment of Sect Master Jin Ze, and it can be said that he will do his best for the rise of Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

When Zhao Pu and the others return and hand Jiuxuan Mountain to them, Tuoba Chengcheng can fully pursue his own path of cultivation.

In fact, walking forward with a heavy load is also a kind of practice.

Han Muye had a deep understanding of this.

Just like himself now.

After three months in the Western Xinjiang, Han Muye and Mu Wan traveled to Zhongzhou.

Bailu Mountain Academy.

Imperial City.

Along the way, the two of them were like mortals, sleeping in the open and enjoying the scenery.

Outside the imperial city, the immortal boats on the Yongding River are like immortal cities.

With a smile on her face, Mu Wan led Han Muye into the immortal boat, and Yun Jin, who was standing on the deck, burst into tears.

...

Twenty years.

Han Muye had lived in seclusion in the Profound Sky World for 20 years, and just left quietly.

In the end, Yun Jin did not go to Tianyu with Han Muye and the others, but stayed in Tianxuan.

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The road of practice is fleeting.

Han Muye has been in Tianxuan for twenty years, and the entire cultivation world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The Great Array of Ten Thousand Realms connects countless worlds.

Practitioners from all walks of life traveled to various worlds through the teleportation array and saw a world they had never experienced before.

The price of short-distance travel is cheap, and many local practitioners can afford it.

As long as you bring more treasures with you and go to other realms to earn the difference, you can make up for the cost of transmission.

As for those long-distance teleportation, they are all masters who are not inferior to spirit stones, it doesn't matter.

In the world of practice, the connection of all the worlds is the best way to enhance the overall strength.

In the past 20 years, there have been thirteen practitioners of Tianzun in the practice world.

The power of the Dao Ancestor Realm has increased by hundreds.

At this time, the most prosperous place in the cultivation world is no longer the Heavenly Domain.

Shen Muyuan, where the performance stage is located.

This is where the powerhouses of the entire cultivation world gather, and where countless elites and powerhouses reside.

Even if you don't get on the stage, you can get unlimited gains just by rubbing the exterior.

The entire Shen Muyuan is 100,000 miles in diameter, and all are practitioners.

Even if you can't watch it directly, there are various images sold by Wuyang Pavilion.

You can even customize it as you want.

If you want to watch who is able to pass the level, Wuyang Pavilion will record the video for you alone, as long as you can afford the spirit stone.

As for whether those powerful and powerful people will mind, don't worry.

The performance stage itself is to perform the practice for the practice world. When you step on the stage, you are not afraid of people watching.

What's more, if you don't even dare to watch it, why should you come to power?

Conversely, if you can surpass yourself on the stage, why should you be afraid of being watched by others?

Han Muye, who returned to Yuntian Medicine Valley, quietly set off again after half a year of repairs.

This time, Mu Wan did not go with him.

What he was going to was the wild homeland that was shattered back then.

There, there is a stele that dominates the next clan.

Back then, Qilin, Marquis Wu, and the mythical beasts in the Manghuang Relics all said that they would go to the Manghuang Relics together one day.

"boom--"

In the void, the sound of roaring explosions came.

A huge alien beast fled in the void.

"Qianqi!"

Xiang Lingshuang, who was carrying two swords on his back, let out a low voice and stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the front.

In front, the alien beast with its wings spread and its body covered in black scales is a wild alien, an ancient beast.

Flying down in front of Han Muye, Qiong Qi turned into a middle-aged man in black armor with devil lines on his face.

Looking at Han Muye, Qiongqi grinned.

"Everyone, it's been a long time." He turned his attention to the powerful monsters who came from the wasteland behind Han Muye.

These mythical beasts and monsters that had exhausted their strength at the beginning have now returned to their peaks.

This time, Han Muye took them together to find the lost world of the wild.

Goodbye to Qiongqi, whether it is Qilin or Chen Qingzhi, or the beasts behind him, there are many more emotions.

In the ancient Divine Court era, they were all wild monsters, under the control of the Divine Court.

Later, the divine court collapsed, Manghuang was also smashed, and countless Manghuang powerhouses were beheaded, and they all survived by luck.

The monsters who have survived from that era to the present have experienced difficulties. Looking back, their eyes are full of bitterness.

Qilin took refuge in the Endless Heavenly Venerate and survived on Broken Star Island, Chen Qingzhi was in Tianxuan, the suppression power was not available, Qiong Qi was lost in the dam, and those mythical beasts and beasts who carried the wasteland were all asleep...

The times are rolling like a torrent, and neither the powerful nor the ordinary practitioners are powerless to resist.

If you want to jump out of the torrent of the times, unless you are a strong person who can control the entire world.

However, even if it is such a strong person, who dares to say that he really has his own freedom?

"Di Ting has already headed to the old wilderness, he will leave us a guide." Qiong Qi looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice.

Han Muye's combat power has surpassed everyone here.

And his status as a divine beast tyrannizing the bloodline also made all the strong remnants of the reckless family not reject him.

"Okay, let's go now."

Han Muye nodded.

Listening Truth can see the past and the future, and has the same magical powers as Bai Ze.

Only this kind of ability can see through the nothingness and find the lost and broken wasteland.

Traversing tens of billions of miles, Han Muye and several divine beasts with spatial supernatural powers attacked and broke through the void barrier with the help of the teleportation of the space formation technique several times.

If it weren't for such means, it would take hundreds of years to just go back to the crumbling land.

And without the mark left by Listening Truth, the biggest possibility is that there is no way to find the wilderness.

"Coming."

Three years later, there were more and more gravel in the void ahead, and the breath became more and more vast. The unicorn stood on a huge meteorite with a complicated expression.

All the gods and beasts are looking up at the front.

That pale yellow aura is arrogant.

Han Muye's eyes were shining brightly.

He could feel that the pale yellow aura was good for the body of the beast, and it could promote the improvement and purity of the bloodline power.

But this power seems to be suppressed again.

"Actually, I don't understand why it was Manghuang who was sacrificed back then." Chen Qingzhi's eyes flashed brightly, staring at the pale yellow void in front of him.

"Have you noticed that there is something missing from the wild atmosphere here?"

He is in the form of a blue dragon, and his cultivation base is tyrannical, but he has been suppressing the power of his physical body.

"It seems that there is a little less rage." An old man with tiger stripes on his head whispered.

The more powerful the bloodline is, the more you can feel the changes in the wild aura.

"Indeed, it was difficult for us to control our own strength in the wilderness." An old man covered in black armor whispered.

"Om-"

With a shock, the white-robed Ji Ting flew down in the void.

"They extracted the power that Manghuang inherited from the prehistoric world."

"Without this primordial origin, our bloodline power will no longer be able to evolve."

Listening to the truth turned to look at Han Muye with a solemn expression on his face.

"You too."

"The only thing in this world that can make your bloodline evolve is the Tianbei of the Baxia family."

"I don't know if you have the power to retrieve the Heaven Stele."