210 Picking Golden Lotus, Lin Jiaotou Opens the Mountain with a Sword (3/3)

Chapter 210 Picking golden lotus, Lin Jiaotou opened the mountain with a sword (33)

Han Muye nodded, and said lightly, "I also have a lot of things that are inconvenient for me to come forward."

"Success, I'll do it for you." Tang Yunhao nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Give me ten years, and I'll take down the entire Folding Flower Hall."

There was a bright divine light in his eyes.

The first person of the young generation in Xijiang, Han Muye, the exiled immortal of swordsmanship.

Knowing that this was the one who pointed him out at the beginning, Tang Yunhao had some thoughts in his mind.

Only by following in the footsteps of the truly strong can we have the opportunity to touch a wider world.

To be a casual cultivator who is hunted down at any time, let alone ten years, even a hundred years, will not achieve anything.

Han Muye's identity, status, talent, and future are worth a gamble.

After Han Muye made an agreement with Tang Yunhao, he asked the monk why he came to Xijiang.

According to the monk's introduction, he came from the bitter cold of the Northern Territory.

The Xuankong Temple where he was born is the largest Buddhist practice sect in the Northern Territory.

In the Northern Territory, it is roughly equivalent to the Lingdao Sect.

However, the frozen land of millions of miles in the Northern Territory is desolate and uninhabited, where human races and alien races live together, and there are not many real masters.

Xuankong Temple only has more than 10,000 disciples, and one Tianjing sits in charge.

"Master, you come from the Northern Territory, have you heard of a sword repair named Deng Chungang?"

Remembering that Deng Chungang, the number one descendant of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, went to the Northern Territory, Han Muye asked.

After thinking about it, the monk shook his head and said, "Not many people use swords in the Northern Territory."

"The strongest among them should be the Great Snow Mountain Sword King, who split three ten thousand zhang snow mountains with one sword and suppressed the Snow Demon clan."

"As for the others, I don't seem to have heard of how powerful they are with swords. They are called by that name."

The Northern Territory is bitterly cold and the territory is vast. It is normal that you have never heard of Deng Chungang.

Han Muye didn't ask any more questions.

He stood up and looked at the monk and Tang Yunhao: "As far as I know, when Huayun Jinlian matures, it will attract monsters with keen perception."

"Let's go first, block the monsters, wait for the golden lotus to mature, pick the golden lotus and leave."

It was arranged that neither the monk nor Tang Yunhao had any objections.

Tang Yunhao stretched out his hand to grab the dizzy Jia Muhe, followed behind Lin Shen, and everyone flew away.

But more than half an hour, just in front of a cliff.

The vegetation here is verdant, if you don't know the location in advance, you won't care much at all.

Stepping into the crack, the more you go into it, the hotter you feel.

This crack is actually connected to the lava field underground.

Sure enough, walking down the crack for more than a hundred feet, you can see fiery red lava rolling in front of you.

Around them, spirit energy and sword energy rose up, turning into light curtains to protect their bodies.

Han Muye, who was walking in front, was surrounded by a layer of faint blue aura, covering his body, his clothes fluttering, and he was hesitant to walk in the courtyard.

Liao monk clasped his hands together, Buddha's light flickered around his body, and the golden light curtain shone from his bald head, and the light reflected the light.

Both Lin Shen and Tang Yunhao are protected with a touch of sword energy.

Go forward thousands of feet to the side of the magma lake.

The churning magma was fiery red, and the head-on heat wave hit the light curtain of everyone's body protection, creating a dark red halo.

When Jiamuhe sobered up, what he saw was a flame billowing in front of him.

He struggled, turned around, and saw Tang Yunhao holding up his collar, protecting himself with a layer of sword light.

"Don't move, or I'll throw you down."

Tang Yunhao said coldly.

Jia Muhe hurriedly shrank his neck, not daring to move.

He glanced forward and was slightly shocked.

In the middle of the magma lake, several dark golden lotus flowers bloomed.

Among them, in the one with the most petals, a huge lotus pod swayed.

Although he didn't know what this golden lotus was, what could grow in the magma lake must be a treasure.

"The lotus has seven branches. This Huayun Golden Lotus has grown to its limit." Looking at the swaying golden lotus, Han Muye said.

Supported by the spiritual power of the earth veins here, only this golden lotus can be raised.

This is the reason why treasures of heaven, material and earth are hard to find.

The real treasure, the harsh growing conditions, is still unique.

Even if the golden lotus is not picked, when it matures, it will fall into the magma lake, and then the aura will return to heaven and earth.

In the future, there will be no such treasure here.

"There are still a few days, we are waiting here."

As Han Muye said, he searched for a flat place, raised his hand and swung a formation plate, raising a light curtain covering a radius of two feet, and then sat cross-legged in meditation.

Liao Monk and others walked over and penetrated into the aura hood.

Whether it is the array or the previous spiritual light and sword energy protection methods, the younger disciples of Jiamuhe's small family have never experienced it.

Sitting in the light array, he looked around curiously.

"Luckong, didn't the half glass of wine go into the dog's stomach?" Tang Yunhao said coldly with his eyes closed and his body surging with sword energy.

Jia Muhe is busy running the family inheritance exercises.

When the kung fu was working, his eyes widened and he almost lost his spiritual energy.

At this time, the meridians all over his body are transparent, and his muscles and bones seem to have been tempered for a long time.

The original bottleneck of the third level of Peiyuan disappeared at some point, and the aura and blood of the fourth level of Peiyuan surged in the body.

That's it, a breakthrough?

In the practice world, it's really about chance!

What is chance?

This is!

Turning his head to look at the people around him, Jia Muhe put away his smile and turned serious.

These powerhouses don't waste time in cultivation, how can I not practice?

Close your eyes and move your blood and aura, and you will be pleasantly surprised.

In the space around his body, the aura is so rich that it seems to be soaked in aura.

Jia Muhe had never thought of such a practice.

This is called practice!

What kind of practice is that kind of person who only gets one or two spirit stones a year and doesn't dare to go all out every time he absorbs spirit energy?

At this moment, ambition took root in Jiamuhe's heart.

In the future, I will earn many, many spirit stones.

Suck one, throw one.

Throw it in the array.

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Two days passed by in a hurry.

The golden lotus is open, and the golden light emitted from it is getting stronger and stronger.

There is also a faint fragrance that spreads around.

Not only the golden lotus in the middle, but the other six golden lotuses are also covered with golden light.

In the past two days, three monsters came from the crack, all of them were of the power of the gas condensation period. They wanted to cross the magma lake, but they were burned to death by the flames.

This completely dissuaded Jia Muhe who wanted to go out of the light array to take a look. He had just arrived at Peiyuan Fourth Consummation.

"Roar--"

A first-born one-horned black panther two feet long rushed in through the crack, and was slightly taken aback when it saw Han Muye and the others.

However, the black panther turned its gaze to Jinlian's position, with greed in its eyes.

With a roar, it flew up and rushed towards Jinlian.

The black panther was fast, surrounded by a dark gray light curtain to protect its body.

Beyond the Qi Condensation Realm, at least it is at the second or third level of Foundation Establishment.

With body protection demon power, this black panther can really cross the magma lake.

Jia Muhe rubbed his hands anxiously, but Han Muye and others remained indifferent.

Listening to Han Muye's conversation, this golden lotus is a precious treasure, don't you want it?

"boom--"

Just as the panther flew halfway, a long whip spanned dozens of feet outside the crack and slammed on the top of the panther's head, smashing its head into pieces.

Panther fell, engulfed in lava.

Outside the crack, several figures rushed in.

These people are dressed in blue and white robes, some are old and some are young.

The person who shot first was tall and tall, holding a golden whip, and there was a golden light shining in his eyes.

He glanced at Han Muye and the others, his eyes fell on Lin Shenhe and the monk, and he frowned slightly.

The other people over there also looked at Han Muye and the others, with killing intent in their eyes.

The tall young man holding the golden whip in the leader waved his hands, staring at the blooming golden lotus, silent for a moment, and led everyone to find a corner to sit around.

Hundreds of feet away from Han Muye and the others, these people also started to practice.

But without Han Muye's formation, these people all turned into masks with the help of talismans or spiritual energy around them.

Jia Muhe felt that the people over there were not as rich as Senior Brother Han.

This Senior Brother Han, who doesn't know where he came from, uses high-grade spirit stones in his practice.

Seeing him consume several high-grade spirit stones in two days, Jia Muhe was horrified and envious.

Practice is like this.

Not bad Lingshi.

In the next few days, people kept coming to the crack.

There are so many people, there are twenty or thirty of them.

From time to time, there are monsters rushing in.

The strongest monsters that have rushed into the crack these days have already touched the shadow of the terrain.

At one end, it was Tang Yunhao who made a move and chopped off with a sword.

This sword made the practitioners who were about to move a lot behaved a lot later.

"call--"

A gust of breeze swayed over the magma lake, bringing coolness.

Except for Han Muye and the others, everyone stood up.

How could there be a breeze in such a fiery place?

"The Huayun Jinlian is about to mature!"

Someone let out a low voice.

Sure enough, in the magma lake, the petals of the golden lotus fell, and the lotus pods in it began to solidify slowly.

On the lotus pod in the middle, there are nine golden lotus seeds with a golden halo.

Nine golden lotus seeds!

Swallowing these nine golden lotus seeds will turn into a ninth-rank useless spiritual root, and it can instantly become a fairy root that surpasses first-rank!

Treasure!

Not only that one lotus pod, but on the other six lotus pods, there may be three or five, all kinds, more than twenty golden lotus seeds.

There are so many, it's not too much to get one, right?

Seeing the golden lotus seeds that were slowly solidifying, everyone's hearts were burning.

"boom--"

There was a roar at the crack, and dozens of monsters of different shapes rushed in.

"Block the monster!"

"When the golden lotus seeds take shape, they will attract monsters and beasts within a thousand li radius!"

"Block the monsters first, then divide the lotus seeds!"

The tall young man with a golden whip stepped forward, and the golden whip swept across with a bright golden light, blocking a five-layer foundation-building monster, and then shouted: "Everyone, work together to block the monster, how about it?"

By the magma lake, dozens of practitioners stood up.

It is impossible to get the lotus seeds without blocking the monsters.

"Immortal Han, it's a chance to meet a treasure. Let's fight together today, and the chance will be shared equally." The young man with the golden whip turned his head to look at Han Muye.

"He Huangyi of the Daomen of Zhaoling, I respect the Immortal Han, and I guarantee that each of you five will have a golden lotus seed, okay?"

On the young man's body, there is a five-level aura of Tongmai that has been cultivated.

It's not just him, the people beside him also have the power of the realm.

Han Baxian.

Nine Profound Sword Gate Han Muye.

With so many people here, there were naturally some who recognized Han Muye.

The Zhaoling Taoist sect is second only to the Nine Great Sects in strength, and has a very good relationship with the Lingdao Sect.

After He Huangyi finished speaking, he looked at Han Muye.

Giving each of Han Muye and the others a golden lotus seed is generous enough.

This is because of Han Muye's reputation as a Banished Immortal of Sword Dao, and the face of Nine Profound Sword School.

Otherwise, encounters in the wild, chances, must be fought based on strength.

So what about the way of the sword?

After the last battle at Yunchao Ridge, it is not known how much combat power is left.

Inheritance of the Nine Profound Sword Gate and Jiange Pavilion, after the Hundred Breath Heaven Realm, it is not even as good as a mortal.

The lotus pod swayed gently, the lotus seeds matured, and more and more monsters came.

"Senior Brother Han, I'm going to block the monster."

Tang Yunhao stood up.

"Let me do it." Liao Monk stood up and glanced at Tang Yunhao: "Go, I'm afraid you will kill all these people together."

Hearing his words, Tang Yunhao grinned.

The two of them talked in a loud voice, which made He Huangyi and the others look cold.

Han Muye shook his head, waved his hands and said, "Don't bother, I'll leave after picking the lotus seeds."

After he finished speaking, Lin Shen got up and walked out of the array mask.

One step, draw the sword.

"boom--"

The originally dark underground cracks instantly became bright.

Light, shining from overhead.

Landslide!

Crack!

Open a mountain with one sword!

The sword marks that spanned hundreds of miles separated the mountains.

Compared with Tuoba Cheng's sword at the beginning, it is even worse.

A sword for a hundred miles, open mountains and split rocks.

The mountain was divided into two halves, the magma lake poured out in an instant, and the lotus pods of the seven cloud-transforming golden lotus were fixed in place.

"Senior Brother Han, please." Lin Shen turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and said in a low voice.

Han Muye got up, walked over slowly, one sword lotus at a time, walked to the edge of Huayun Golden Lotus, picked six of them, and left one with three lotus seeds.

"Leaving one flower for you is a chance."

"Do you have any objections?"

Turning around, Han Muye looked at He Huangyi and the others.

Everyone shook their heads.

The monsters retreating in the corner also shook their heads.

"Let's go."

Han Muye waved his hands, volleyed in the air step by step, and fled away.

Tang Yunhao dragged the sluggish Jia Muhe to follow.

Lin Shen put his sword back into its sheath, and his figure flew up with a bang.

With clasped hands, the monk's eyes shone brightly, looking at the sword marks in the distance, he said in a low voice, "The swordsmanship of the Daxueshan Sword King is the same as that of the sword king."

"It turns out that the number one sword in the Northern Territory, the Sword King of Daxue Mountain, is Deng Chungang."