Chapter 568 Contract Talisman, Chen Zhulong's Alliance (8k Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Han Muye had actually heard of Li Yungang, the leader of the Zhantian Palace.

The other halls of the Xuanling Sword Sect all have the position of hall master. There are more than one or two hall masters, and they are also parallel to each other. There is no need to distinguish between high and low rankings.

The Xuanling Sword Sect has never been a hierarchical sect with orderly hierarchy.

But the master of the Zhantian Palace has arranged a ranking.

According to what Shu Ming Jinxian said, Li Yungang, the Ivy Sword Immortal of the Zhantian Palace, spent a hundred thousand years to defeat all the palace masters of the Zhantian Palace and become the first.

The combat power of other people is also ranked based on the number of battles and defeats with Li Yungang, ranging from the second hall master to the ninth hall master.

"If you meet the Ivy Sword Immortal in the future, be sure not to fight with him."

"This guy's name means Ivy, because he can pester people to no end."

Shu Ming Jinxian had told Han Muye this way.

In the way of spiritual practice, war and rest complement each other.

But who wouldn't be annoyed when you meet a guy who keeps fighting with you every day and doesn't let you have a chance to clean up?

"Hey, did that guy Shu Ming tell you my name, Ivy League?" Seeing Han Muye pondering, Li Yungang glared and asked directly.

"Senior Qingteng is the leader of the Zhantian Palace. I am just a junior disciple of the Zhantian Palace. How dare I fight against the leader?" Han Muye shook his head and spoke softly.

He has too many secrets.

He also didn't want to fight with a golden immortal who liked to stalk.

"What are you talking about, the leader and his disciples? Our Zhantian Palace doesn't have that many rules." Li Yungang waved his hand, and a sword light appeared in his palm.

The sword light was clear, and with one sweep of the sword, Zuo Baichou and others in the hall were swept out by the sword's edge.

Then, the door of the main hall closed with a "snap".

Everyone looked at each other.

This guy said something about being prudent before, is this it?

"when--"

In the main hall, the sound of long swords clashing came.

"Good swordsmanship!"

What came next was Li Yungang laughing and screaming.

After that, a golden fairy light shone outside the hall, and with the help of the power of the city protection formation, the light shield was lowered, blocking everyone's perception.

"Is the City Lord serious about it?" Xie Chaoyan said in a low voice with a strange look on his face.

"I don't know how the Lord of the City compares with the leader of the Zhantian Palace." Zuo Baichou whispered softly.

He shook his head, turned around and said, "Forget it, this kind of thing has nothing to do with us."

"The Lord of the City blocked the sword of Jinxian, the spirit sword, and kept our Yunlan City impregnable."

"In the future, Yunlan City will probably become a holy land in the Yunteng Wasteland, and you will be very busy."

busy.

It's better to be busy.

Smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

After today, Yunlan City will be truly accepted by all the forces in the wasteland and will truly integrate into the lives of all immortal cultivators.

There will be countless immortal cultivators who will come to Yunlan City as their home.

How wonderful it is to be able to help the city lord manage such a city and feel such a heavy responsibility on your shoulders?

In the main hall, Li Yungang, who was holding a long sword, looked solemn.

In front of him, Han Muye had his hands behind his back, and a sword light was floating in front of him.

Controlling the sword with his mind can make Li Yungang, whose cultivation is suppressed in the Dongxu realm, unable to make a move.

Li Yungang had only felt the momentum of such powerful men from the top five people in Zhantian Palace.

"The solidity of your sword intent is definitely not something that an unknown disciple can possess."

Pointing his sword forward, Li Yugang shouted.

The sword light in his hand turned into a stream of cyan light, which flashed and stabbed into Han Muye's neck.

This sword was so fast that the trajectory was invisible. How measured was it like what he said before?

If Han Muye fails to respond quickly, his life may be in danger.

Who is the sword madman?

Who is not stable enough?

The leader of Zhantian Palace is clearly a guy who says one thing and does another.

But before the sword reached a foot in front of Han Muye, Li Yungang's eyes froze and he had to swing his sword to slash.

Because Han Muye, who was motionless with his hands behind his back, had already wielded his sword with his will, and struck him on the head with the sword.

This guy who has become a disciple of Zhan Tian Temple has no respect for his superiors. He can draw a sword three points faster than his leader!

The key is that this kid still has his hands behind his back, obviously not using his full strength.

How despising is this?

Who can bear this kind of contempt?

"when--"

Li Yungang stepped out with a sword that flew over his head and cut it down.

But just as he moved, he paused again and his face tightened.

Beside him, the long sword gleamed with cold light and spun lightly, blocking his path.

"Are you able to defeat my swordsmanship, or is it the way to control space and time?" Li Yungang, with a solemn expression, knocked back the sword blocking his way, looked up at Han Muye, and asked in a low voice.

Han Muye didn't give him an answer at all.

Just put your hands behind your back and remain silent.

Too lazy to bother?

If it were any other powerful Golden Immortal, how could he have the nerve to stay here at this moment? He might not turn around and leave.

The Ivy Sword Immortal was different.

He seemed to be used to being treated so coldly.

His face twitched, Li Yungang raised his hand, and a nine-story sword tower appeared.

"Boy, I know you also have a sword tower in your hand. This thing is considered a rare treasure in our Xuanling Sword Sect."

"In this case, play a good game with me, and I can give you this sword tower."

Nine-story sword tower.

Han Muye already has four in his hands.

But in order to hide his identity, he left one in the mortal world to suppress the luck of the road, and the other three have never been used.

The first time this tower was moved in the immortal world was under the rule of Daozong.

That was when he felt that his worth was worthy of this sword tower, so he took action.

The value of the sword tower, he also got a lot of information from Shu Ming Jinxian's sword.

The nine sword towers combined into one can indeed become a precious treasure, or even a token of some kind.

But the sword towers were scattered everywhere and brought into the mortal world, and no one thought that they could be combined.

Over the years, the Nine Yuan Sword Tower has been more of a symbol of the Sword Sect.

Many disciples of the Sword Sect practiced sword formations and refined a sword tower to carry with them.

The rule of the mortal world that distinguishes the level of sword cultivation by the number of sword pavilions is also recognized by many people in the Immortal World Xuanling Sword Sect.

At least being able to control a nine-story sword pavilion means that the cultivation strength is strong enough.

Looking at the sword tower in Li Yungang's hand, Han Muye nodded.

It's not easy to get a sword tower.

What's more, Han Muye has already shown a sword tower. If he is not tempted by this sword tower today, Li Yungang will doubt whether he has other intentions.

"Master Qingteng, you'd better not suppress your cultivation."

Han Muye's words made Li Yungang's expression turn into an ugly old tree bark.

People need face, trees need bark.

Slapping in the face, is this intentional?

"Don't worry, kid, I will never take advantage of you."

After the voice fell, he turned his palm, put away the sword tower in his hand, and the sword light turned into a bright stream of light, pressing down on Han Muye's head.

This sword did not exceed the power range of Dongxu Tianxian.

But the understanding of swordsmanship revealed in this sword is definitely not something that Dongxu Tianxian can master.

Within ten feet, the sword light tore the void.

Still saying one thing and doing another.

He said he would not take advantage, but when he took action, he clearly took advantage of the realm of cultivation.

But Han Muye, with his hands behind his back, just shook his head.

Dongxu Sword Immortal?

He had long looked down on the swordsmanship of the same level.

Since he stepped into the Yunteng Wasteland, he, Han Muye, had only one name.

Han Wudi.

Invincible under the sword!

With his hands behind his back, Han Muye controlled the sword with his mind, and the blue sword tip of Han Muye broke through Li Yungang's sword light with one sword.

"Dang——"

The sword tip went straight into Li Yungang's front three feet, hovered for a moment, and then shook and retreated.

Three feet in front of the sword cultivator, this is the last bottom line of the sword cultivator's control.

Li Yungang held the sword in his hand, his eyes twitched, and his fighting spirit surged.

But he didn't attack again.

Han Muye had given him face and held back in the previous sword.

Suppressing his cultivation and attacking again, the result was still the same.

"Breaking the surface with a line? This sword is a bit interesting, I still underestimated you."

Li Yungang muttered, took a step back, and looked at Han Muye steadily.

"What, senior, don't fight anymore?" Han Muye looked up at him.

"Fight, of course." Li Yungang put away the long sword, stroked his beard, and his figure disappeared in the original place, leaving only a faint sound.

"But I need to study it again. Your skills are not too bad."

"Let's go. I'll come tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow."

The city defense formation that can stop the Golden Immortal can't stop the head of the Zhantian Palace.

There was only a bang outside the hall, and the golden light shield had dissipated.

Gone.

Han Muye shook his head.

This Qingteng Sword Immortal is as real as his name, and he is also a headache.

In the future, he should be more careful when he acts on his own.

Raising his hand to gather the dissipated light curtain, Han Muye did not walk out of the hall, but sat cross-legged on a high seat.

Sword lights floated around him.

He had fought with Li Yungang for a few moves, but it was light and there was no feeling.

But the previous sword fight with the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal was a truly rare opportunity.

Slowly closing his eyes, pictures flowed in his mind.

The clouds gathered and dispersed, the sword light tore the sky and the earth, and the sword light picture of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal appeared again.

This sword slowly decomposed, and every strand of the sword light solidified in his mind.

Han Muye's spirit shadow appeared, holding a long sword, and the sword shadows shattered the sword lights.

"Boom--"

After three breaths, the picture in his mind exploded.

"After 38,000 swords, I am defeated."

After whispering, he closed his eyes again.

Around him, the immortal energy and soul power gathered by the city defense formation began to gather.

As the lord of Yunlan City, he can gather the immortal energy and soul power of the whole city.

This is an unimaginable huge power, a power that even the Golden Immortals covet.

This is what Han Muye has worked so hard for so many years in Yunteng Wasteland.

There are only a few big cities in the whole wasteland that can accumulate such resources.

But no city is like Yunlan City, gathering the power of a city in one body.

Feeling the surging power around him entering his body, Han Muye had a glimmer of enlightenment in his heart.

Times make heroes.

Heroes and times are indispensable.

He was able to gather the foundation of Yunlan City by taking advantage of the great changes in the Yunteng Wasteland.

At another time, in another place, or with another person, there would be no such opportunity.

Since the opportunity is in hand, we must seize it!

How can there be so many opportunities in the world of cultivation?

Closing his eyes again, the sword light in Han Muye's mind reappeared.

His figure fell into it again, and the long sword flew out.

"After 43,000 swords, I lost."

"Come again!"

...

Han Muye retreated in the hall for a whole month.

During this month, Li Yungang, the head of Zhantian Hall, came to see him ten times.

Every time, he saw that the battle in the hall did not move, and he could only shake his head and leave.

It was just a competition, not a grudge, how could he disturb others' retreat for no reason?

Every time, Li Yungang shook his head, stamped his feet, and left with a cold face.

Zuo Baichou and his men did not dare to provoke them, for fear of causing bad luck.

This month, more immortal cultivators have flocked to Yunlan City than in the previous year.

Moreover, many of them are masters.

There are seven or eight Tianxian Dongxu.

These people came for the strength of Yunlan Sword Immortal and the potential of Yunlan City.

With the joining of masters and the gathering of more immortal cultivators, the strength of the entire Yunlan City has been raised to a higher level.

Of course, Zuo Baichou and his men are even busier.

The business has become bigger.

"Boy, let me see what you have gained from your one-month retreat!"

When the door of the Yunlan City Hall opened, Han Muye heard Li Yungang's suppressed anger.

Then, a long sword with a wanton sword light went straight into the hall.

The sword light was shining with green immortal light, and shadows could be seen, as if it attracted the surrounding void and turned it into a space that people could not tell whether it was real or fake.

Han Muye did not put his hands behind his back this time.

He raised his hand.

Without drawing the sword.

The finger pointed directly.

A three-inch sword edge appeared at the fingertips.

Three inches!

The three feet in front of the sword cultivator is his bottom line.

But Han Muye actually waited until Li Yungang's sword was three inches away before pressing it with one finger.

"Boom--"

Li Yungang's figure entered the hall quickly and retreated even faster.

Moreover, it seemed that his posture was somewhat out of control.

"Senior, I said that you really don't need to suppress your cultivation." Han Muye's voice came out.

Li Yungang, who landed outside the hall, showed a slight redness on his face.

"Humph, not bad, you can learn a little trick from Lingjian."

"Boy, you have a good understanding."

"I'll come back in three days."

Without giving Han Muye a chance to speak, Li Yungang flew away directly.

Han Muye smiled.

Just now, he tried a sword with Li Yungang.

The effect was not bad.

The Golden Immortal of the Spirit Sword drew his sword in the Burial Immortal City, and one sword crossed countless miles, and the power was gathered for a day.

The power contained in such a sword decomposed, which made Han Muye gain a lot.

In a month, he went from being defeated after 30,000 swords to winning after 10,000 swords.

Then he gathered the meaning of a sword and condensed his own sword.

Just now, Li Yungang suppressed his cultivation, and the same level of combat power had no power to fight back under this sword.

This sword was considered successful.

From this point of view, it is not bad to have a powerful sword fairy in the Golden Immortal Realm to try his hand.

But a moment later, Zuo Baichou, Zhao Chen and others came to the hall.

They all saw the scene of Han Muye blasting Li Yungang out with a sword, so they dared to come to the hall after Li Yungang left.

"The city lord's swordsmanship is divine, and he can even defeat that Golden Immortal senior." Xie Chaoyan bowed and whispered with joy.

Han Muye is a disciple of the Immortal Lord, the Lord of their Moluo clan. Seeing Han Muye's powerful strength, he is naturally happy.

"Yes, Brother Han, your swordsmanship is too powerful. That old man knocked Brother Zhulong down with one sword." Zhao Chen also looked at Han Muye in surprise, with admiration on his face.

Chen Zhulong and Li Yungang had fought?

Yes, this Qingteng Sword Immortal is a guy who wants to try when he meets a master.

But Chen Zhulong will never fail to block Li Yungang's sword.

I think he doesn't want to be entangled by this Qingteng Sword Immortal.

Zuo Baichou and others reported the various affairs in Yunlan City in the past month, and then sent a pile of jade slips.

A city with tens of millions of people, a month of accumulated information is a myriad of things.

Han Muye looked at the pile of jade slips, but didn't take over.

"These things are for you to deal with." He waved his hand and looked at Zhang Zhenbiao, Zuo Baichou and others.

"I only deal with the threats of those strong men to Yunlan City. As for the affairs in the city, you are responsible."

Everyone's face suddenly flashed with bitterness.

But there was a smile in their eyes.

This is Han Muye's trust in them.

The division of labor among the forces in the cultivation world has always been like this.

The strong are responsible for cultivation and for settling down.

Others take care of all the chores to ensure a peaceful cultivation environment.

Just like Yunlan City at this time, Han Muye doesn't need to ask about the city's affairs.

He just needs to be invincible.

"City Lord, Senior Qianzhen left this letter before returning to Dongyuan City, saying that it was for you."

Zhang Zhenbiao took out a letter.

Han Muye took it and saw that it was written by Zhao Pingyu about exploring the senior's formation together.

Zhao Pingyu agreed to come to Yunlan City to set up the formation because Han Muye promised him that he would accompany him to explore the remains of the senior's formation.

Looking at the letter, Han Muye's expression moved.

"Okay, I promised Senior Qianzhen the conditions when I invited him to Yunlan City to set up the city defense formation. Now it's time to fulfill it."

"In this way, I will go to Dongyuan City tomorrow."

If I leave Yunlan City, I can avoid Li Yungang's challenge, right?

Han Muye is about to leave Yunlan City. Zuo Baichou and others look at each other and report some important matters at hand. Those who are undecided also ask.

After everyone finishes the discussion and leaves, Han Muye points his fingertips and several golden runes fly out of the hall.

After a while, Qin Zhaoyuan, wearing a green robe, flashes into the hall.

The injury of the Sixth Master of Thunder Thief has not yet fully recovered, but his complexion is much better than before.

"City Lord, are you going to the Bitter Immortal Realm?" Qin Zhaoyuan bowed to Han Muye, a look of anticipation flashing across his face.

Han Muye nodded, and then said: "I am planning to go there, but I still have some things to do recently."

"You go to the Bitter Immortal Realm first. When I finish things, I will go look for you."

He looked up and looked outside the hall. Chen Zhulong, wearing a brocade robe, had arrived.

"Haha, Chen has seen the invincible city lord. The city lord is so powerful that he can subdue the powerful Golden Immortal with one sword."

Chen Zhulong spoke loudly with a smile on his face.

Han Muye would have believed what he said if he hadn't known that Chen Zhulong had the blood of Zhulong and was extremely powerful in combat.

"Senior Chen, I have been immersed in the business world for a long time, and sometimes I can even deceive myself." Han Muye looked at Chen Zhulong who walked into the hall and spoke softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden aura exploded from his body.

Above the main hall, lightning shines!

Kui Niu bloodline!

The power of the city defense formation instantly covered the city lord's palace, isolating the inside and outside of the city lord's palace.

The golden thunderhead pressed down on Chen Zhulong who was standing at the door of the hall.

Qin Zhaoyuan's face was full of surprise and he took a step back.

Chen Zhulong's expression remained unchanged, and a vast and mysterious aura rose up from his body, triggering a green-gray halo about ten feet away from his body, blocking the thunder.

But now that the power of thunder has fallen, it won't be that simple.

Han Muye shouted low, and the thunder in the hall turned into a golden sword and slashed down.

"boom--"

The halo around Chen Zhulong was cut open, and the sword made of lightning struck towards his forehead.

The power of this sword is condensed and magnificent.

Qin Zhaoyuan, who was standing aside, clenched his fists as the blood power of the Purple Sun Lion surged through his body.

In his opinion, Han Muye clearly wanted to kill Chen Zhulong in front of him with one sword.

Is it because Zhulong Trading Company sells creatures from the Bitter Immortal Realm?

"Good swordsmanship!"

Chen Zhulong shouted low, looked at the sword between his eyebrows, took a step back, and then a golden flame condensed between his eyes.

The fire of the candle dragon burns the sky with flames!

The moment the flame rose, a golden-red bird poked its head out from behind Han Muye.

The flame turned into a short sword and collided with Han Muye's lightning sword.

"Stab-"

The sword light broke through the flames, advanced a little further, and suddenly dissipated as Chen Zhulong's expression changed.

Chen Zhulong clenched his fists and stared at Han Muye without speaking.

The merchant aura on his body has dissipated, and his whole body is filled with the aura of a great beast that chooses people to devour.

This vast power made Qin Zhaoyuan on the side feel like he was afraid to look directly and the power of his blood was trembling.

"Master Qin Liu's injury has not healed yet. Senior Chen should restrain himself."

Han Muye waved his hand, and the shadow of Kui Niu behind him disappeared. The golden fire fell on his shoulder, and he stared at Chen Zhulong, with traces of flame flashing in his smart eyes.

Chen Zhulong looked at Jin Huo with a strange color in his eyes.

The aura on him slowly dissipated.

"Senior Chen is right, my swordsmanship is stronger than the power of blood."

Han Muye stood at the top and looked at Chen Zhulong.

Swordsmanship is swordsmanship.

Although he minored in other subjects, he was still practicing swordsmanship after all.

Chen Zhulong nodded.

"The city lord's swordsmanship leads to the gods——"

Before he could finish his words, Han Muye suddenly said: "If I hand over all the transactions concerning the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm in the city to you, what will you do?"

Trading of creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm!

Chen Zhulong trembled all over, and the power that had been restrained suddenly burst out.

"Roar--"

A low roar came out, and behind Chen Zhulong, the shadow of a three-headed candle dragon appeared.

This was a shock to the mind, and the power of the bloodline was not suppressed before it was revealed.

It can be seen how much Han Muye's words touched Chen Zhulong.

"Why?" Chen Zhulong stared into Han Muye's eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Qin Zhaoyuan on the side also looked at Han Muye.

In the wasteland, this business is a way to make a lot of money.

Most cities would never leave this business to anyone.

More forces control several trade routes themselves, and even organize people to participate in them.

Now Han Muye is saying that he wants to give the city's trade in the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm to Chen Zhulong. What's the plan in this?

"The Bitter Immortal Realm is a place of suffering for both the human race and the demon race. They are already suffering, so why are they fighting each other?" Han Muye shook his head, his aura tightened, and his expression showed a hint of complexity.

He had been thinking about this matter since he came back from the Exchange Square.

But he knew that with his own efforts, it would be a drop in the bucket for the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

He might be able to rescue all the creatures being sold in the city's trading square, but then what?

Then, the number of caravans coming and going in Yunlan City was greatly reduced, and the business was moved to other places.

It's that simple.

He, Han Muye, is invincible with the sword in his hand.

But how many people can he save?

Looking at Han Muye, the shadow of the candle dragon behind Chen Zhulong slowly dissipated.

After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Then I wonder what the city lord's requirements are for entrusting the business to me?"

Although Han Muye just said a word, Chen Zhulong could already feel that he sincerely wanted to help the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

"The trading place has been moved outside the city. Bloodlines and bones are not allowed to be traded. Only contracts can be signed."

After a pause, Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared in his palm.

Immortal energy is poured into the talisman, and golden lines appear on it.

The complexity of this pattern is dizzying.

Chen Zhulong and Qin Zhaoyuan both turned their attention to the runes and looked at them carefully.

"Soul, mark?"

Chen Zhulong frowned and looked at Han Muye.

"Is this mark to enslave the demons and monsters?"

From this mark, it can be sensed that if this mark can be pressed into the soul of the demons, they can be tamed.

Is this a means to completely enslave the demons?

Qin Zhaoyuan's face also showed something strange, looking at Han Muye without saying anything.

Such a means is to help the demons, or to destroy them?

"As far as I know, the two states occupied by the Bitter Fairyland in the thirty-six states of the Fuyu Fairyland are not rich, and the power of the Fairy Demon King is not enough to compete with other sects."

"But the demons have not been destroyed, and even become a problem for the major sects. It seems a bit unreasonable?"

Han Muye spoke softly.

Chen Zhulong's eyes flashed a gleam of light, but he did not answer him.

"In fact, the biggest threat to the demons in the Bitter Immortal Realm has never been the Iron Armored War Sect, which borders the most, nor the Tianyao Sect, which has the blood of the demons."

Han Muye turned his eyes to Chen Zhulong: "Not even the sword cultivators."

"The Dao Sect extracts the blood of the demons to refine pills and weapons, and the Blood Battle Sect uses the demons to sharpen themselves and kill countless people."

"The real enemy of the Bitter Immortal Realm is them, right?"

The Golden Fire behind Han Muye poked its head out, emitting a faint flame halo.

The firebird seemed to understand Han Muye's words, but it seemed to understand nothing.

Chen Zhulong's eyes flashed with divine light, looking at the Golden Fire, and then at Han Muye.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, shouldn't you say that the real enemies in the Bitter Immortal Realm are those great demon kings?"

"These great demon kings are constantly fighting, which is the real reason why the demons can't live in peace."

This time, the turmoil in the Bitter Immortal Realm was the battle between the two great demon kings, which led to chaos among all parties.

Han Muye shook his head: "The nature of the demon race is like this, and it is also a means of survival by natural selection."

"What we can do is to try to keep more people alive."

Han Muye's words made the hall silent again.

Be it Qin Zhaoyuan or Chen Zhulong, the three of them have the power of demon blood.

They are close to the demon race.

But the embarrassing situation of the demon race in the bitter fairyland, their power can't do anything at all.

Even Zhulong Business and Yunlan City have to rely on this business to make money.

"Can you guarantee that this talisman will not become the source of the destruction of the demon race?" Chen Zhulong looked at the golden talisman again and whispered.

He was moved.

If there is a contract talisman that binds the human race and the demon beasts, the casualties of the demon race will be much less.

As Han Muye said, the ones who really hurt the demon race and the monsters are those people from the Taoist sect and the Blood Battle Sect.

If the living demons are more useful than the dead ones, then the demons will have a greater chance of survival.

"This talisman is a transformation of the soul mark, which requires the consent of both parties to the contract."

"Although this talisman is dominated by one party, the power and soul of the two parties have been blended for a long time. If one party falls, the other party will also be injured."

Han Muye raised his hand and moved the talisman, analyzing the runes in it.

The soul and the blood power of the flesh combine to induce the combination of the power of the demons and the power of the human race.

The role of the demons is no longer a material for alchemy and refining, but a real partner, a contractor who can trust life and death.

The talisman is actually not that complicated.

Han Muye also borrowed the methods of many talismans in the mortal world, and combined with his own understanding of blood power and soul power, he developed this contract talisman.

During the research of this talisman, he was also touched by the imprint method of the huge group soul connected by the broken gold ants.

"Om——"

A rune appeared in front of Chen Zhulong.

He raised his hand and pressed the talisman he had drawn, and closed his eyes slightly.

The power surging from the talisman was no different from what Han Muye said.

Perhaps, if this talisman was passed out, it could help the demons in the Fuyu Immortal Realm find a glimmer of hope and get more chances to survive?

"Okay, I promise you." Chen Zhulong's body surged with power far beyond the realm of celestial immortals.

It was not until this moment that he revealed his true strength.

This was not a show-off or a threat, but a frank meeting.

Qin Zhaoyuan on the side had a gleam in his eyes and bowed his head slightly.

The strength of the master of the Zhulong Trading Company was so strong that it had surpassed his perception.

A powerful golden immortal.

The top cultivator in the immortal world, but he was wandering in the wilderness, associating with small cultivators.

"As long as Yunlan City can continue to provide shelter for the demons, I, Zhulong Business, and I, Chen Zhulong," Chen Zhulong was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Tianyao Sect and Tenglong Territory of Bitter Immortal Domain will form an alliance with you."

Chen Zhulong's words made Qin Zhaoyuan, who knew Bitter Immortal Domain and various forces, widen his eyes.

Zhulong Business is fine, but Tianyao Sect is a major sect that occupies one side of Fuyu Immortal Realm, and Tenglong Territory is a force that can compete with the Fairy Demon King in Bitter Immortal Domain.

Chen Zhulong can actually represent so many major forces and directly form an alliance with Yunlan City!

Looking at Chen Zhulong, Qin Zhaoyuan couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

The Thunder Thief has been in Bitter Immortal Domain for countless years, but he doesn't know the intricate involvement behind Zhulong Business.

It seems that there are more secrets in Bitter Immortal Domain that they don't know.

The Thunder Thief, the defeat is not unfair.

"Don't worry, as a sword cultivator, I will never regret what I say." Han Muye said calmly.

Words are like swords, and there is no regret when the sword is out.

A smile appeared on Chen Zhulong's face.

"Master Qin Liu, you can go to the Bitter Immortal Realm with Zhulong Business." Han Muye looked at Qin Zhaoyuan and said.

Qin Zhaoyuan bowed to Chen Zhulong.

Chen Zhulong looked at him and said, "This is not difficult."

The matter was settled, and the two walked out of the hall. Seeing the door of the hall behind them closed, Chen Zhulong said, "Do you want to rescue the other Thunder Thieves?"

Qin Zhaoyuan nodded and said, "Brothers, we can't abandon each other."

Chen Zhulong didn't say anything else, walked forward a few steps, and suddenly stopped: "The city lord is going too?"

Qin Zhaoyuan didn't answer.

But there was no need to answer.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, he is really a character." Chen Zhulong whispered, moved his body, and stepped out of the city lord's mansion.

Qin Zhaoyuan looked back at the hall and walked out.

"Good boy, are you trying to get rid of me?" In the distance, on a restaurant, Li Yungang, holding a wine glass, snorted coldly, took out a large wine gourd, and threw it on the table.

"Fill my gourd. I'm going on a long journey."

Hearing his words, the shopkeeper who reached out to catch the gourd fell down and said bitterly: "Old Ancestor, if you fill this gourd, it won't be enough even if you put all the wine in the city into it..."

...

Outside Dongyuan City, in front of Dongyuan Mountain, Han Muye, wearing a green robe and carrying two swords, stood in front of the thatched pavilion.

Zhao Pingyu, wearing a Bagua Taoist robe, smiled.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, you really trust me."

Han Muye bowed and nodded, "Senior Qianzhen, shall we leave now?"

Hearing his words, Zhao Pingyu shook his head and said softly: "No hurry, let me move Dongyuan Mountain with me first."