Chapter 400 Return to the Profound Sky, Thunder Tribulation in the Heaven Realm! (2/2 Chapters)

Chapter 400 Return to the Profound Sky, Thunder Tribulation in the Heaven Realm! (22 chapters)

Everyone in the Qingyou realm carries a sword.

As the star of the kendo holy land, there are countless swordsmen.

Han Muye and the people behind him flew down and then strode forward.

In front of it is the place where Sword Cultivation is held, Wanjian Cliff is thousands of miles in radius, and it is not allowed to use swords.

Everyone looked solemn, looking at the position in front of the sword that surrounded the sky and pierced the earth.

Wanjianya, where countless swords are buried.

It is said that Wanjianya is the place where the great kendo cultivator of Qingyou Realm returned to his death.

At the same time, Wanjianya is also a holy place for a kendo saint in the Qingyou realm.

"In the future, if I can bury my sword here, my life will be in vain..." A white-bearded old man sighed softly behind Han Muye.

His name is Duan Kong, and he is also a great sword cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul.

But he didn't have much life expectancy, and he was hired by Han Muye, which meant that he would be retire in late Ming City.

That's why he cared more for the Gu family in Wanming City. When Han Muye was in retreat, Zheng Yuan had to discuss anything with him.

Duan Kong's words made many sword cultivators nod their heads.

The sword cultivator of Qingyou Realm, who doesn't want to end up here in the end?

However, not everyone can go to Wanjianya.

Without out-of-body cultivation, without making a great contribution to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm, he is not qualified to enter Wanjianya.

"Everyone wants to return to Wanjianya? Haha." Not far away, someone chuckled.

Everyone turned their heads and saw several sword cultivators in black robes.

Looking at clothing is the same sect.

The leader has a very deep cultivation base, white hair and long beard, and there is an aura of decay on his body.

"Wanjianya is the place where my generation of sword cultivators yearn to return, why can't I say it?" Zheng Yuan responded coldly.

Duan Kong's lifespan is only a hundred years old, and it is very difficult to break through to the body within this hundred years.

Perhaps, if the young master is willing to help, Duan Kong may be able to take that step at the last moment of his life and enter Wanjian Cliff.

Before, Zheng Yuan and Duan Kong also discussed this matter specially.

Duan Kong still had some thoughts in his heart.

At this time, someone mocked Duan Kong, which might affect Duan Kong's state of mind.

Hearing Zheng Yuan's words, the leading white-bearded old man on the opposite side did not speak. Behind him, a young man in his mid-thirties with a long sword interwoven with spiritual energy turned his head.

"The respect of Wanjianya is because of its return to death, it must be overhauled, and it must contribute to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm."

"If anyone can return to Wanjianya, wouldn't they be renamed Yijianya and Zhaojianya?"

The words are ugly and the reasoning is rough.

But this is true.

Holy Land is Holy Land precisely because of its rules.

In everything in the world, without rules, there is no opportunity to practice.

Zheng Yuan still wanted to speak, but Duan Kong raised his hand to stop it and shook his head.

There is no need to argue about this.

What's more, in the situation of the other party, you can see why he came here at a glance.

"Hehe, everyone, don't be surprised. This time, this old man is here to return home. The disciples of the younger generation came to watch the ceremony, and his mood may be a little more unstable."

At this moment, the old man who was leading the other party suddenly spoke up.

Come to return.

Wearing a black robe, not worried but happy, naturally it is for the return of death.

"The old man and Lin Jianzong Zhu Wanlin."

The old man said softly.

Duan Kong's expression changed, and he said hurriedly, "But the elders who created the Wanlin Sword Formation?"

The expressions of the other sword cultivators beside him also changed.

Han Muye finally turned his head to look at the other party.

Wanlin Sword Formation, he knew.

It is a set of sword formations in which the weak overcome the strong, and it belongs to the practice of wood.

Han Muye also explained some sword formations to the sword cultivators who asked him for advice in late Ming City, and Wanlin Sword Formation was one of them.

"Hey, I was trapped in cultivation and created this sword array, but now, it has become a thin name." Zhu Wanlin shook his head with a wry smile.

Duan Kong and the people behind him bowed their hands to Zhu Wanlin.

This is respect for a great monk who can become a great cultivator of kendo and who can create a sword array that spreads around.

"Ten thousand trees become a forest, in fact, it is not as good as one tree alone."

"It is indeed a trapping technique."

Han Muye, who was walking in front, whispered softly, and then led the crowd forward.

His words made the disciples behind Zhu Wanlin change color.

"Insanity."

"The ignorant younger generation dares to comment on the Wanlin Sword Formation."

"Is this son trying to find a lesson?"

Zhu Wanlin raised his hand to stop the crowd, looked at Han Muye and the others who were walking forward, and narrowed his eyes, "It's not wrong what he said, it's just that I haven't understood it yet."

"Besides, the way of practice, I can't help but criticize outsiders."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his pale face: "This time, Wan Jianya's discussion of Taoism is said to be very exciting. The old man can last a few days. We can go and see."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked in the direction Han Muye and the others were going.

A meeting of Taoism?

Not going to the Land of Fallen?

A group of black-robed disciples looked at each other and followed closely.

Most of the Jianxiu who came to Wanjianya were alone.

Or, there are three or five friends who are traveling together, and very few large groups come.

Han Muye and the others attracted countless people's attention along the way.

"Whose junior is so unruly?"

"It's amazing to be rich? Even Wan Jianya's Dao Discussion Conference can do whatever he wants?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid this guy is a fool. Wan Jianya is talking about Taoism. Those who are not invited can only listen to the Taoist Taoism under the cliff. Each Taoist listener has to pay tens of millions of spiritual stones."

One person has tens of millions, and these hundreds of followers, don’t they cost tens of billions?

Many people are gloating.

Ahead, the sword qi became more and more intense.

Countless sword lights matched the halo on the verdant cliff.

The sword cultivators with long swords on their backs were all silent, comprehending the sword energy on the cliff.

A long way away, you can already see a long sword stuck on the cliff that is not too high.

Every sword here is a tombstone.

Seeing these long swords, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

These are all great monks' swords!

Even if it is not the kind of treasure that is used in life, it is a sword that is carried at the last moment and is full of self-cultivation insights.

"I'm going to pay my respects to the seniors of Kendo, you all need to find a place to wait."

He turned his head to instruct Zheng Yuan and others.

Everyone was busy bowing and looking for a secluded place to sit and wait.

Han Muye tidied up his clothes and strode forward toward the cliff.

Originally, the Jianxiu who were sitting or standing in front of him didn't care, but when he was getting faster and faster, and when he reached the bottom of the bluestone cliff, the voices of discussions began to rise around him.

Not everyone can climb this bluestone cliff.

Either the cultivation base is enough, or the kendo comprehension is enough.

Or, there are invitations.

But either way, Han Muye in front of him didn't seem qualified.

Just as everyone was talking, Han Muye slowly stepped onto the cliff and stopped in front of the first sword.

A burlap in his hand gently pressed the sword and wiped it from top to bottom.

To outsiders, he looked respectful.

"No wonder he was able to go up the cliff. It turns out that he is the descendant of Senior Guiyun." Someone suddenly realized and said softly.

The rules of Wanjianya are there, but you can't let the younger generation worship, right?

These descendants of Senior Guiyun can come to worship once in a hundred years.

This is also an opportunity for those kendo practitioners.

On the cliff, it is easier to understand.

For example, at this time, Han Muye could perceive countless swordsmanships around him.

But he wasn't interested in such insights.

Comprehension, it is better to be direct.

"Om-"

Only he could hear the faint sound of the sword.

A trace of sword energy melted into the sword in his hand, and countless phantoms appeared in his mind.

He Yuanxing's name is Jianzong Jin Yousheng.

With a lifespan of 21,852, the cultivation base is at the seventh level of exiting the body.

White Feather Swordsmanship.

Fengming swordsmanship.

Yuntao gathers and disperses the principle of swordsmanship.

In Han Muye's mind, he saw an old man sitting withered, at the last moment, sorting out what he had learned all his life and deducing his own perception.

When the picture disappeared, Han Muye realized several kendo cultivation methods.

This is a great sword repair worthy of respect.

Han Muye bowed and saluted, then passed over the sword and walked a few more steps to the other sword.

This scene caused an uproar below.

Don't you worship your seniors?

Well, will this guy and two seniors return to Wanjianya?

Han Muye didn't care what others thought, he had already reached out his hand, lightly covered the sword with a sackcloth, and wiped it slowly.

In one day, he wiped three hundred swords.

Even if his mind and soul were tyrannical to the extreme, he was still a little dizzy.

As for the sword cultivators below, they were already at a loss.

This one, isn't Wan Jianya responsible for wiping swords?

Otherwise, would he still have 300 senior sword cultivators die here?

If there are really three hundred seniors returning to Wanjianya, they are probably the first juniors in the Qingyou realm.

When Han Muye walked down the cliff, all eyes were on him.

Amazement, envy, jealousy...

Han Muye didn't notice it and walked slowly forward.

When he was about to get to where Zheng Yuan and the others were, he stopped and turned his head slowly.

"Why are you following me?"

Behind him, a fat white young man in a green robe stood there.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man smiled and said, "Brother, sell me the secret of Ten Thousand Sword Cliffs."

"The price is up to you."

The cultivation base is the seventh level of Jindan, and the jade crown on the head is a top-quality spiritual tool.

The jade lock hanging around the neck and the jade belt around the waist are all magic weapons.

The boots and socks on the feet are all high-quality spiritual tools.

The long sword behind it is a mid-grade magic weapon that can be transformed at any time.

This is a human treasure house...

Seeing Han Muye's scrutiny, the young man grinned and said, "My name is Zhao Jike, from Jin Kexing."

Seeing that Han Muye's face was still, he added, "Jinkexing, Marriott City."

Jinkexing Marriott City, known as the Wanbao City in the Qingyou Realm.

The entire star of Jinkexing is a treasure land, and there are countless spiritual materials for sword refining, and Wanhao City is in the hands of the Zhao family.

The ancestor of the Zhao family is a strong man who is about to become a sanctified swordsman. With the treasure in his hand, he can fight against the swordsman.

"Any price you can afford?" Han Muye said lightly.

Zhao Jike had a smile on his face.

But this smile only hangs up a cup of tea.

"You, are you crazy, bringing more than a hundred followers?"

"I only brought three guards!"

"The cost of more than 100 people watching and listening to Taoism is tens of billions of spiritual stones—"

Zhao Jike's eyes widened.

Han Muye originally said that he wanted him to help his followers to observe and discuss Taoism, but Zhao Jike still felt that there was not much.

But who would have thought that Han Muye had brought so many followers in a frenzy!

"You can't afford it?" Han Muye said lightly.

"Can't afford it? I can afford to pay twice as much, but you can't take me as a scapegoat!" Zhao Jike turned his head and left.

"Five and a half, I'll take you up the cliff tomorrow, at least to observe the remains of the three hundred seniors." When Zhao Jike walked ten steps, Han Muye's voice came.

"make a deal."

Zhao Jike turned around with a smile on his face.

From the second day on, when Han Muye went up the cliff again, there was a fat man behind him carrying a basket and placing tributes in front of the swords.

"Senior Zhang Yitao of Mingzong, Zhao Jike from Marriott City has come to worship you-"

"Senior Chen Yicheng of Yusheng Jianmen, Zhao Jike from Marriott City has come to worship you-"

...

At the end of the day, Zhao Jike's voice was smoking.

When he walked down the cliff, what he saw were countless burning eyes.

Who can endure more than 300 mourning a day, interrupting his opportunity to realize and practice?

If it weren't for the rules here and you couldn't do it, Zhao Jike's leg would have been broken at this time.

"Fellow Daoists, Zhao Jike from Marriott City came to worship, no, no, it's polite, polite..." Zhao Jike bowed his hands everywhere, but because he shouted, he said it was a worship.

Outrage.

Not only Zhao Jike but also Han Muye caused the public anger.

At this time, on the green cliff, someone looked down coldly.

"This is the rising star of kendo invited by Senior Wu Zheng?"

"With the help of the invitation, and by worshipping the name of the senior, and quietly comprehend the practice of the senior, can he be more shameless?"

A black-bearded old man in a green robe gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.

Beside him, several people also gritted their teeth.

For nothing else, their sect elders died at Wanjianya.

"Wanjianya has Wanjianya's rules. If you are not angry, you can stop him." A white-haired old man said calmly.

"Also, Senior Wu Zheng is one of the great monks in charge of Wanjianya's Taoism, and is qualified to invite a fellow Taoist."

"It can't be ordinary people who can be invited by him."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned and left.

The eyes of the other people were surging, and they finally turned to leave.

Han Muye doesn't care what others think.

Although Wanjianya is known as Wanjian, it is estimated that there are only 8,000 or 9,000 kendo overhaulers in Wanjianya.

Han Muye did the math, there was still some time left before the kendo discussion meeting, and if he read three hundred swords a day, he could finish it all.

As soon as he returned to the station, he directly retreated and realized the swordsmanship he observed today.

...

Broken Star Island.

The sound of thunder sounded on the Liukui Pavilion.

For more than a year, this thunder has continued.

At this time, Han Muye, who was sitting on the sixth floor of the sword pavilion, was already full of thunder light.

The Kui Niu phantom behind him is about to be completely materialized.

The six-layer sword pavilion has brought him too much improvement in cultivation.

His kendo golden core has been compressed countless times, and it is still impossible to control its expansion.

There are a total of three million swords hidden in the six-story sword pavilion, and one of them is a spiritual treasure to suppress.

Han Muye's refining the sword pavilion is to mobilize the power of all the swords in the sword pavilion.

In this process, his Qi, Sea and Sword Intent blended together and continued to grow.

At this time, the long sword transformed by the sword intent has already pierced the sky, and once manifested, I am afraid it can directly shatter the sky.

His divine soul is tempered by lightning all the time.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, there was a palpitating sword glow in his eyes.

Half-step Heaven Realm Great Perfection.

All cultivation bases are gathered to the extreme.

"You guy is the younger generation with the most solid foundation I've ever seen." Zhao Yujing, who had manifested his body shape, shook his head and said with emotion: "I don't think you are as good as the last three days."

Hearing his words, Han Muye didn't show a happy expression, but said lightly, "The resources and accumulation of the last three days are not comparable to me."

He can recognize reality.

Where was the last three days, those Taoist ancestors, great masters, what kind of opportunities did they not have?

The power gathered is completely incomparable to what he has cultivated all the way.

However, Han Muye didn't think that there were many peers in this world who could surpass him in terms of accumulation.

"I won't break through the heavens for the time being, and I'm going to wait until I leave Broken Star Island."

Standing up, Han Muye looked out of the pavilion and spoke softly.

Zhao Yujing was not surprised that he wanted to leave Broken Star Island.

The purpose of Han Muye's coming to Broken Star Island has been achieved, so there is no need to stay.

"Senior, you stay in Liukui Pavilion and protect it."

Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Yujing.

stay here?

Zhao Yujing had a surprised look on his face.

He is now a spiritual treasure, a sword that can be turned into a god.

Also, six-story sword pavilion, don't you take it away?

This is the sword pavilion that gathers millions of swords, and the combat power is tyrannical.

Seeing Zhao Yujing looking at him, Han Muye chuckled lightly and said, "The century-old struggle has just begun, and I still don't need Lingbao and Sword Pavilion."

"As for the Hundred Years Dao Contest," Han Muye said indifferently, with a bright light in his eyes, "At that time, I probably didn't need the help of Lingbao and Jiange."

At the time of self-confidence in the century-old struggle, the combat power of the cultivation base surpassed that of Lingbao and Jiange!

Han Muye stood there, Zhao Yujing was speechless for a while.

The arrogance of Jianxiu comes from his own strength.

Han Muye had the confidence to say such words because he was already strong enough.

Turning his head to look at the chess game on the small table, Han Muye flew away.

That chess game is clearly the location of the islands around the Broken Star Island.

But in his opinion, it was clearly the Zhou Tian Great Array!

The Yujing Sword Shop on Yulan Street was much quieter because of Han Muye's absence.

Shao Tianyi sat behind the counter with some boredom.

When he raised his head, he was a little stunned.

"The shopkeeper?"

Shao Tianyi sat in the sword shop, Zeng Daniel was in the shop next door to Jia Wu, Zeng Daniel took his mother-in-law with him, and three more little girls.

"Three born in six years, shopkeeper, this Zeng Daniel is really a cow..." Shao Tianyi stretched out his finger and pointed to the three little girls playing in front of the store next door.

"Father, Father—"

Seeing Shao Tian stretch out his hand, the three little girls all turned back and shouted.

A smile appeared on Shao Tianyi's face.

Zeng Daniu, who had returned from the sword furnace, saw Han Muye, and knelt down in front of him and wept into tears.

This made the three girls overwhelmed and cried with wow.

Zeng Daniu's mother-in-law followed Zeng Daniu to kowtow to Han Muye.

The current Zeng Daniel is already an artifact refiner, and he has the cultivation of body refining and foundation building.

Han Muye told Shao Tianyi and Zeng Daniu to guard the shop carefully, practice well in the future, and then flew away early the next day.

Broken Star Island he will come back again, but I don't know when.

"Han Muye, I didn't have a fair fight with you that day. I'm really sorry. Today, I, Bai Zeyu, are here to challenge—"

In the void, a sword light struck.

Han Muye raised his hand with a sword, directly knocking Bai Zeyu into the air, and then in Bai Zeyu's horrified eyes, he used the power of the Jade Sword to leave the Broken Star Island.

"This guy is so strong..."

Bai Zeyu whispered.

The auras intertwined, and Han Muye appeared on the gravel cliff where he left.

The land of battle.

Heavenly Profound World.

Looking up, endless thunder light descended from the sky.

Heaven Realm Thunder Tribulation!

Han Muye laughed, and the sword light in his hand rose, rushing towards the tribulation thunder.

After today, he will be able to condense the essence of kendo and become a major cultivator of the heavenly realm.

Once he steps into the realm of heaven, his cultivation and combat power will increase a hundredfold!