Chapter 406 Killing the True Monarch Xuanming with One Sword, Suppressing the Daomen of the Eight Southeast Counties (Chapter 2/2)

Chapter 406 Killing the True Monarch Xuanming with one sword

In the world, strength is respected.

Power is the reason.

But in the case of balanced strength, it is necessary to gather all kinds of reasons, and whoever loses morality first will be at a disadvantage.

For example, today, when Han Muye destroyed Yunshen Gorge with one sword, Daomen stood on the side of Da Yi.

Start now, of course.

The most important thing is that today the Daomen cultivator reversed the heaven and the earth with absolute power, and the river was reversed, causing changes in the minds of the souls, which can divide people's hopes and incense!

This is what Daomen is really fighting for.

At the beginning, Han Muye uttered a word at Guanjiangkou, which directly broke the incense of Taoism. Today, he wants to take back what he lost!

"boom--"

Because of the backflow of the water, the water bank collapsed, and the water swelled and collapsed.

The river bank instantly turned into a zealot.

It's just, who cares about the mourning of those creatures?

"Om-"

On the shore of the water, there is a line of divine light rising.

One by one, the phantoms of the mountains and rivers appeared, and the divine light blocked the water.

The power of the divine way protects the living beings.

Immediately, the power of incense began to diffuse.

For the common people and those creatures, the great cultivator's competition is too far away, and they only care about who really keeps them alive.

To keep them alive is to be good to them.

In the void, a Taoist man who was wearing a Taoist robe, with a long beard reaching his chest, and his eyes shining brightly, stepped out.

The water light floating on the Taoist body is obviously the tyrannical cultivation method of the water veins.

Seeing the power of the incense on both sides of the big river intertwined and intertwined with the divine light, the Taoist snorted coldly.

The ignorant and ignorant ants only look at the immediate interests and have no idea of ​​the general situation.

A little bit of death today is nothing, and when the Taoist gate is set in the southeast, there will be rewards in the future.

The Taoist looked at the big boat below, raised his hand, and swept away the dust.

As long as the prince remains immortal, the others will have nothing to worry about.

"Quick, protect the big ship with all your strength, and prepare to save people!"

"Block this blow, and the fleet will approach the shore!"

"It's just death, my generation cultivates, we should seek no regrets, the place of death and life, I will go-"

In the cabin, the silhouettes flew out, and the aura bombarded out, or turned into a light curtain, or condensed into a rope, or as a knife and gun, saving people, saving ships.

The world's great monks took action, and the world was in turmoil. In the past, almost no great monks above the heavenly realm dared to fight with all their strength in Tianxuan.

"roll."

At this moment, a faint voice sounded in the heaven and earth.

A sword light flew out again.

Flying away from the big ship, it turned into a three-foot cyan sword, and it flashed in front of the great monk.

The big cultivator let out a laugh, and twitched the dust in his hand, ready to smash the sword.

Even if it is a magic weapon, it can't stop his close attack.

"Om-"

As soon as the dust brush fell, there was a soft sound, and then in the eyes of the Taoist, it turned into pieces.

A magic weapon that shatters directly!

What is this sword—

This is not a sword!

It was only at this moment that the Taoist found out in horror, what kind of sword is there, this is clearly the primordial spirit of the great cultivator!

Take Yuanshen as the sword.

Swords like this can be overhauled!

The Taoist understands clearly that this sword is here to cut himself.

Could it be that the other party is not afraid of the fall of a great Taoist cultivator, which will trigger a backlash from the Taoist gate, causing chaos in the eight counties in the southeast?

I really want to see what it looks like after my death, the rise of Daomen, and the siege of the imperial city by countless great monks.

The Daoist's mind came to the picture of the Daoist monks handing in hand when he made his move.

Are they already thinking about everything?

In this game, you are also in it?

"boom--"

The cyan sword penetrated his heart, and the body of the great cultivator of God Transformation shattered.

Endless spiritual light feeds back the heaven and earth, triggering the tide of spiritual energy.

The land of thousands of miles has turned into a sea of ​​​​spirits.

The great cultivator of the gods has fallen!

This is a great monk who has lived for a long time!

In the Profound Sky World, the last major cultivator of God Transformation fell, or ten thousand years ago.

Practitioners in the world have become accustomed to the immortality of the mighty cultivators above the Nascent Soul of the Heavenly Realm.

Until then, who can kill?

The spiritual sea surged, and the back-feeding spiritual energy was poured into it, and the creatures on the left and right sides of the river were bathed in it.

Whether it is a human race or a wild beast, with such aura, it is absolutely convenient to practice in the future.

Lose one person and benefit thousands.

This is the rule of heaven and earth.

"Yuan Hezi is serious, he has fallen..." Tens of thousands of miles away, a thin Taoist man wearing a Taoist robe showed a complicated look on his face.

"True Monarch Xuanming, Yuan Hezi died for the rise of my Taoist sect, and he died properly." On the other side, a big monk wearing a black martial robe and long and narrow eyebrows stood up, with sword energy shining on his body.

"The Tianxuan Dynasty wantonly slaughtered the Daomen monks. The strong people in the eight southeastern counties do not want to be slaughtered by this. They intercepted the prince and gathered in the imperial city."

"As long as Wen Mosheng and Chen Qingzhi's real bodies are turned back to take the imperial city and trigger the transformation of Tianxuan Qi, my Daomen will be the master of Tianxuan!"

The speaker was dressed in a Taoist robe, with white hair and white beard, and his face was full of excitement.

The Daoists beside him were also full of light in their eyes.

"Senior Brother Zhuwu is right. As long as you take down Tianxuan, disintegrate Xuanyang Guard, and then participate in the Dao struggle, seize the position of a Dao ancestor, or reconcile with the fairy world and pursue the Supreme Dao, then you will really be able to advance and retreat freely."

"That's right, I'm happy, starting today!"

One after another silhouette rushed towards the sky, towards the river.

Everyone here is a giant of Taoism, and it is the foundation of Southeast Taoism.

For countless thousands of years, these great monks have been buried in the soil, for fear that they will be suppressed by Confucianism and Taoism after they emerge.

Until now, just raised his eyebrows.

True Monarch Xuanming frowned, his expression solemn.

Beside him, a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe whispered, "Senior Brother Zhu Weiqiang said that it's true that a Yuan Hezi sacrificed, arousing the common enemies of Taoism, and the general trend has been achieved."

The current Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism are all masters outside the world. Taking this opportunity, the Taoist sect won the imperial city in one fell swoop, and the great happiness can be expected.

At this time, why does this senior brother with profound cultivation have a solemn expression?

"Wen Mo's voice can overwhelm Tianxuan for ten thousand years, will it be so easy to deal with?" True Monarch Xuanming shook his head and looked forward.

"This Grand Master Muye is mysterious and unpredictable, and his identity may be the head of the Bailu Mountain Academy. Today's sword shows his identity as a swordsman exiled from the Western Xinjiang."

"He no longer hides his identity, I'm afraid, the general trend is not mine..."

The general trend is not on me?

Taoist Qingpao's expression changed.

"Junior brother, if you go back, if I fall, Xuming Daozong will not be able to seal the mountain, and we will see it in three thousand years."

Zhenjun Xuanming took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.

Fall?

Taoist Qingpao's face turned pale: "Senior brother, you are already at the top of this world..."

"The top of this world?" True Monarch Xuanming shook his head and said lightly, "You look down on me too much."

"There are countless strong people in the world. I am trapped in this Xuantian world, and I cannot afford to look at the wider space in this life..."

After speaking, the endless aura of True Monarch Xuanming turned into a golden fire phoenix.

"My monarch Xuanming, I am here waiting for Grand Master Muye."

The sound traveled for 100,000 miles, the sky and the earth roared, and the endless wind surged!

True Monarch Xuanming is going to challenge Grand Master Muye!

Those Daomen powerhouses who had already run halfway all stopped and looked at each other.

"Also, Xuanming's combat power is already at the top of my Taoist sect. If he takes action to take down Muye, it will save a lot of effort." The leading Taoist Zhu Wu said softly.

The others nodded and retreated.

It is impossible to ask for someone to do this kind of thing.

True Monarch Xuanming's challenge!

In the cabin, the great monks accompanying them all changed color.

Originally bathed in spiritual energy, the river surged again, and the joy of the fleet moving forward instantly condensed.

"True Monarch Xuanming, that's right, but an existence that even the half-sage Wang Muyang is powerless to defeat." A Confucian and Taoist cultivator looked blank.

Others are not talking.

What is there to say at this point?

The power displayed by Grand Master Muye is not something they can guess.

And after two swords, they also understood that Grand Master Muye acted decisively, and was definitely not one to back down.

"Is this the battle of the general trend?" A great cultivator looked out the window and said in a low voice.

This is not a Taoist struggle, but it is already visible and endless.

How tragic will the century-old Dao struggle, when Dao ancestors transform into Dao, will be so tragic?

"Zhihu, can he do it?" Yun Duan grabbed Huang Zhihu's sleeve nervously.

Huang Zhihu shook his head and muttered, "I don't know."

That is the powerhouse who defeated the semi-sage, the world's top cultivator, and it is difficult for his adoptive father to win, and Huang Zhihu has no idea in his heart.

"Back then, I remember that in the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, the calamity of the annihilation of heaven and earth, the adoptive father returned safely."

Clenching his fists, Huang Zhihu raised his head and looked forward.

"I hope he won't lose." Yun Duan nodded and waved his arms: "If he can come back with a big victory, my lord, my lord—"

Huang Zhihu turned to look at her and said with a smile, "How are you?"

Yun Satin's face turned red, and his voice was lower: "I, I will give him a lot of rewards."

Hearing this, Huang Zhihu "cut": "Just you?"

"Apart from your body, what else can you come up with? Even I don't like your net worth."

Speaking of this, she paused and widened her eyes: "I said Yun Duan, you won't be, do you want to be my adoptive mother? Don't think about it, I only have one auntie."

Yun Duan's face blushed, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped.

In front, Han Muye, dressed in white with a sword box on his back, walked in the air.

"Notify Lu Yang to sweep the southeast."

Han Muye spoke lightly, and then stepped out, his figure was ten thousand feet away.

"True Monarch Xuanming?"

"As a cultivator of the Profound Sky, I don't want to contribute to the world, but instead intend to subvert the general trend of the Profound Sky."

"What's the use of keeping such a great monk?"

Han Muye's voice was indifferent.

This sound spread out for thousands of miles, causing the sky and the earth to surge.

The expressions of the Daomen monks standing in the void all changed.

In a word, the world moves, this is a strong man who is compatible with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

True Monarch Xuanming's expression changed dramatically, and he shouted in a low voice: "Come on, this Grandmaster Muye has already controlled the authority of heaven and earth, and has the blessing of the Dao!"

The Qingpao Taoist beside him turned around and left.

The Taoist flew out a hundred miles and turned to look, only to see that his senior brother had been wrapped in a sword light.

"The coast of the land is not the king's land."

With a long shout, a golden seal appeared in the twenty prefectures of Tianxuan.

The power of the golden seal mobilized the power of mountains and rivers in a county, and gathered into a giant shadow of mountains and rivers.

At this moment, what enveloped True Monarch Xuanming was not Han Muye's sword, but Tianxuan's avenue of heaven and earth.

Before the avenue, life and death were inexorable.

True Monarch Xuanming turned into a golden phoenix, spread his wings and roared, but he could not escape at all.

"The east of the 30,000-mile river flows into the sea, and the 5,000-mile mountain rises to the sky."

Between heaven and earth, there are poems recited.

The long river is thousands of miles, and the peaks are towering green.

world.

The entire Profound Sky World was suppressed by the power of mountains and rivers, and all the power of True Monarch Xuanming was condensed into a golden fire phoenix, which constantly clashed under the mountains and rivers.

However, the rushing river dashed out the flames on Huofeng's body, and the mountain fell down, causing Huofeng to be bruised and bruised all over.

With a long cry, the fire phoenix turned into a golden fire ball, the power of annihilation flashed, and then erupted.

Nirvana.

The pinnacle of ancient fire power, the power of the immortal fire phoenix.

Standing on the river, Han Muye's expression was indifferent, he raised his hand, and the sword light was cold.

"The east of the 30,000-mile river flows into the sea, and the 5,000-meter mountain goes up to the sky. The golden wind sweeps away the calamity, and a sword blows the sky between life and death."

A sword divides life and death.

Poetry comes out, sword light appears.

A sword light that spanned 30,000 miles slashed directly on the phantom of the mountains and rivers above the Guanjiangkou and the phoenix body of Nirvana.

"boom--"

The mountains and rivers collapsed, and the fire phoenix shattered.

Half of the mountains and rivers phantoms wrapped around the body of the fire phoenix, rushing towards the East China Sea, and the other half, along the river, went to the Southern Wilderness.

Between the heavens and the earth, the spiritual tide rolled, and the fiery red spiritual light reflected on the entire river, and the setting sun was like blood.

The power of the Profound Sky World directly kills the world's top powerhouse, True Monarch Xuanming!

Heaven and earth return to silence, and a golden seal floats quietly.

In the imperial city, Lu Yang personally led Xuanyang Guard and Chiyan Army to rush out and headed towards the surrounding states.

Conquer rebellion.

At this moment, all parties in the Profound Sky World lost their voices.

Those Taoist powerhouses gathered, but did not say a word.

Whoever speaks today is the next True Monarch Xuanming!

A great cultivator who could defeat the semi-holy fell between this sword.

This is the general trend of Tianxuan!

Although the half-sage king Muyang is tyrannical, he is not good at fighting, nor does he have the authority of heaven and earth.

True Monarch Xuanming defeated Wang Muyang and gave a false vision to Taoism.

When Confucianism and Taoism have lost their power, the general situation of heaven and earth has changed.

This sword today teaches practitioners in the eight southeastern counties to be human!

Han Muye put his sword back into its sheath, shook his head, turned around and paced back to the cabin.

It was not until the aura rose in the cabin, the heaven and earth were isolated, and the cheers spread through the deck.

In the other cabins, the great cultivators who accompanied them looked at each other, some were full of joy, and some looked dazed.

"With one sword, he killed True Monarch Xuanming?" The seven major cultivators of Nascent Soul in black robes whispered in disbelief.

That is the top of the gods, the strongest group of people in the world.

Killed with just one strike?

A great cultivator who is helpless even for a half-sage, can't hold a sword?

"Blessed by the authority of heaven and earth, with poetry as a sword, I finally know who this Grand Master Muye is!" A Confucian and Taoist cultivator with a long robe and sleeves laughed.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the great cultivator said loudly, "Scholar with a sword, using poetry as a sword, Great Master Han Mu, the leader of Bailu Mountain!"

On the deck, Yun Duan turned his head and looked at the Yellow Fat Tiger.

"Zhihu, let me be your foster father, the way he walks with his sword is engraved in my heart, I can't forget it..."

Hearing her words, Huang Zhihu leaned over, looked at it with big eyes, and then whispered, "How about I send you to his room tonight?"

Cloud Satin nodded.

"Go away! What are you thinking!" Huang Zhihu kicked up his feet, Yun Duan had expected it, and ran away. The two of them laughed and laughed on the deck, attracting those soldiers to look sideways.

Gongsun Qingfeng, who breathed a sigh of relief, also had a smile on his face as he sat on the deck.

From Han Muye's sword breaking through the deep gorge of the cloud, the ups and downs, life and death wandered, even if he was as strong as Gongsun Qingfeng, he also felt that he couldn't help himself.

One sword slashed the great cultivator of the gods, and another sword mobilized the power of heaven and earth to destroy Xuanming Zhenjun.

Gongsun Qingfeng looked up at the closed cabin at the top.

Han Muye, the exiled immortal of swordsmanship in the Western Xinjiang.

It's unbelievably powerful.

It's ridiculous that he is still ready to challenge him when he returns from his trip to the East China Sea.

forget it.

Have self-awareness.

The big river flows straight to the mouth of the river.

The water pulse is waiting all the way.

Along the way, the people cheered and knelt down on the banks of the river.

Yun Duan stood on the bow, waving frequently.

No one dared to move the Daomen of the eight counties in the southeast.

Until ten large ships turned east from Guanjiangkou and headed for the East China Sea.

Grandmaster Muye's three swords suppressed the eight counties in the southeast, which was even more exciting than the last time he was consecrated at Guanjiangkou.

True Monarch Xuanming, who led the rise of Daomen's luck, could not stop a sword, and was directly beheaded.

Dozens of cultivators from the Southeast Daomen gathered, but no one dared to take another shot.

...

In the cabin, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

On him, the surging sword light has turned into reality.

If this sword light is prosperous, if it spreads out, I am afraid that it will be ravaged by the sword light for thousands of miles.

"The blessing of the power of heaven and earth is actually just the manifestation of the general trend."

"Sword Qi, Sword Intent, Sword Power, Sword Domain."

"If the power of reincarnation and karma is suppressed by Taoism today, and the sword domain is difficult to achieve, then go all out to evolve the sword situation."

Han Muye's eyes flickered with a gleam of super-powerful fighting spirit.

"Donghai, I said back then that we should let Donghai Jianxiu know what the third floor of Wanjian Guizong is."

"Now, my understanding of Wanjian Guizong is not just as simple as the third floor."

A smile flashed across Han Muye's face, and he looked forward: "Master Mo Yuan, I wonder what level your Wanjian Guizong has realized?"

Flying up, Han Muye landed on the roof of the cabin.

Above the river, the waves are surging.

"Yun Duan, is it alright to travel around the East China Sea with a handwritten letter from Wenxiang?" Han Muye looked at Yun Duan on the deck below and asked.

Yun Duan has a handwritten letter in his hand, which can be blessed by the power of Tianxuan Tiandi.

With this strength, these ten ships, Xuanyang Guard and Chiyan Army, can fight ten times the enemy.

Arousing the power of heaven and earth, Gongsun Qingfeng can also fight against the great cultivator of Huashen.

Moreover, this handwritten book can attract the incarnation of the literary appearance to come to the breath at a critical time.

Although there is only a hundred interest time, it is enough to do anything.

Daomen dared to kill Yun Duan, that is, he was sure that Yun Duan would not dare to use Wen Xiang's handwriting to lead his incarnation.

After all, the power of the handwriting has not been brought to the East China Sea, and this prince is also a failure.

But after entering the East China Sea, Yun Duan will be able to show off his skills with the support of a handwritten letter.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Yun Duan nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir, there is no problem."

Her eyes fell on Han Muye, and she lowered her head again.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Zhihu, glanced at Gongsun Qingfeng, nodded, and flew up.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword is unsheathed.

The sword light shines, and the sword goes down!

"boom--"

Thousands of miles of river, the water is monstrous.

The bodies of countless spirit armor monsters were chopped up and flew down on both sides of the strait, their blood and demonic energy scattered and turned into pillars of smoke.

I don't know when, the Spirit Armor Monster Race has been lurking here, just waiting to be killed!

"Jianxiu Han Muye wants to pick the East China Sea, East China Sea Kendo, don't let me down—"

Stepping on the waves, seeing the thousands of rushing spirit armored monsters as nothing, Han Muye shouted loudly and headed east with a sword.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time!