Chapter 572: The Immortal King's Treasures, See You Again at Night Bright Golden Immortal (8k Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Cang Yun Xianjun.

Han Muye had seen him in the mysterious sword that Ye Ming Jinxian gave him as compensation.

Now seeing him again, he finally remembered that he had listened to the teachings of Tong Tian Xianjun with him five million years ago.

At that time, he was not Xianjun.

He was just Daluo Jinxian.

It seems that the inheritance of Xianjun was extraordinary, allowing him to achieve the position of Xianjun.

But he died here because of the involvement of Xianjun. It is true that every drink and every bite is cause and effect.

Listening to the teachings of Tong Tian Xianjun, the title of junior brother is really acceptable to Han Muye.

In his mind, Han Muye's figure condensed into a phantom, and he bowed and said: "Han Muye meets Senior Brother Cang Yun."

"The Ba Xia of that year." Cang Yun Xianjun nodded and looked at the condensed figure of Han Muye: "It turned out to be you."

When Han Muye listened to the teachings of Xianjun, he showed the real body of Ba Xia.

For so many years, the direct disciples of Xianjun that various parties have been looking for are also looking for Ba Xia.

Who could have known that Han Muye was actually a real human?

Cangyun Immortal Lord was a leader under Tongtian Immortal Venerable, but he eventually fell in Fuyu Immortal Realm, leaving only this residual soul shadow.

He did not hide anything and told everything he saw and encountered in Zhoutian Divine Realm.

Zhoutian Divine Realm is a world at a higher level than the Immortal Realm, where there are many strong people, and Immortal Lords are not able to run rampant.

Only Immortal Venerables are truly powerful.

Han Muye knew all this, but after listening to another Immortal Lord's story, he still felt that the world was vast.

"Master's practice method makes those gods of Daluo Zhoutian fear." Cangyun Immortal Lord's eyes shone with brilliance, whispering softly.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable's killing method and Zhoutian Great Formation can shake the foundation of the gods' rule.

After Han Muye continued to study Tongtian Immortal Venerable's practice method, he also found some clues.

The weak defeated the strong, and the power was superimposed.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable has already reached the extreme of using power. A large formation can increase combat power by ten thousand times or even a hundred thousand times.

How terrible is this method?

For the high and mighty gods, they are not afraid of someone becoming a strong person. What they are afraid of is that the weak will stand shoulder to shoulder with them and challenge their majesty.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable was imprisoned in the God Realm. The God Realm wanted to destroy his inheritance but could not do it.

Because Tongtian Immortal Venerable accepted Han Muye's suggestion and dispersed all kinds of treasures.

The inheritance can be not cultivated, but the treasures must be handed over?

Who is willing to hand over the treasures in their hands?

Since you have the treasures containing the inheritance in your hands, who believes that you will not cultivate Tongtian Immortal Venerable's inheritance?

This is simply an unsolvable situation.

Whether it is the Zhoutian God Realm or the various immortal realms, the inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Venerable is banned more and more.

"I was too impatient and did not listen to the master." Cangyun Immortal Lord showed a trace of regret on his face.

He took action in the God Realm, attracted powerful enemies to chase him, and finally escaped to Fuyu Immortal Realm with serious injuries and hid in the Bitter Immortal Domain.

"Did someone from Xuanling Sword Sect do it?" Han Muye frowned and spoke in a low voice.

According to the memory in Qingyu Sword, it was Zhu Ming, the Golden Immortal of Xuanling Sword Sect, who came to kill him and eventually died together with Cangyun Immortal Lord.

Han Muye is now staying in Xuanling Sword Sect temporarily, and is called a disciple of Sword Sect. From what he has seen of Sword Sect's actions so far, Xuanling Sword Sect is still considered to be the righteous way in the immortal world.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, he does not want to turn against Xuanling Sword Sect.

His sword is upright and he has his own principles in doing things.

Xuanling Sword Sect treats him well, and he does not want to confront them.

It's just that the leader of Xuanling Sword Sect had also listened to the teachings of Tongtian Immortal Lord. If the leader of Xuanling Sword Sect betrayed Immortal Lord and attacked Han Muye, Han Muye would not hold back.

A desperate counterattack is to maintain righteousness.

"Zhu Ming?" Cang Yun Xianjun shook his head and whispered, "He once listened to a lecture under the Immortal Lord, so he can be considered as a fellow disciple of ours."

"He came to the Bitter Immortal Realm to help me."

"If he hadn't come, I wouldn't have had time to make plans and kill the masters from the God Realm who were chasing me."

"It's a pity for Zhu Ming, he died because of me."

With a sigh, Cang Yun Xianjun's expression revealed a trace of regret.

Zhu Ming is a Daluo Jinxian, and his cultivation and combat power are the top figures in this fairyland.

If it weren't for Cang Yun Xianjun's involvement, how could he have died?

"But I have also completed the layout."

The eyes of Immortal Lord Cang Yun flashed with brilliance, and he looked at Han Muye: "Does the Fu Yu Immortal Realm have a Burial Immortal City now?"

"Does the Xuan Ling Sword Sect have a Slashing God Temple?"

"Does the Iron Armored Battle Gate completely block the enemies outside the Broken Soul Valley?"

Han Muye could not imagine that the Slashing God Temple of the Xuan Ling Sword Sect, the Burial Immortal City, one of the three most dangerous places in the Fu Yu Immortal Realm, and the Iron Armored Battle Gate, which occupies one side, are all related to this Immortal Lord Cang Yun.

Yes, the Immortal Lord is powerful, and if he wants to lay out, he can naturally control one side of the Immortal Realm.

Han Muye's heart moved, and he said: "What about the God Realm master who is chasing Brother Cang Yun?"

Hearing his words, Immortal Lord Cang Yun laughed: "Don't you feel that there is any difference between the Bitter Immortal Realm and other places?"

Different.

Primordial power!

That strong man was also killed here, and even the primitive world he refined was included in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

So this Bitter Immortal Realm is filled with primitive power.

"I used my own cave world to self-destruct, suppressing Heyuan Immortal Lord and shattering his soul and cave world."

There was a hint of pride in Cangyun Immortal Lord's words.

He was seriously injured, but he was able to kill a strong man of the same level. Such a record is certainly worth being proud of.

Cangyun was left with only the mark of his residual soul. After communicating with Han Muye for a while, he dispersed.

This mark can no longer be reborn, it is just for conveying one's thoughts.

Han Muye looked at the memories in the ancient sword again and learned more about the scenes that Immortal Cangyun saw in the Zhoutian Divine Realm and the Bitter Immortal Realm.

He seemed to have transformed into a powerful Immortal Lord, fighting against the powerful people from the Zhou Tian Divine Realm who were besieging him. He carried the Immortal Lord's inheritance and spread it everywhere.

Refining various treasures and then condensing them for inheritance.

This method is the same as that of Tongtian Immortal Lord back then.

The memory and inheritance of a powerful Immortal Lord are indeed worth pondering and studying by Han Muye.

Many of the treasures belonging to Immortal Cangyun are also his favorite.

The Yuan Refining Cauldron can refine all the powers in the world and unify them. It is the most precious treasure of alchemy.

The Heaven-Slaying Halberd was taken from the hands of the strong men of the God Clan and refined. It contains body-refining methods that can temper the body and smelt the power of blood.

The Casting Plate, the top immortal treasure refined by the ancient Immortal Lord, comes in a set of eighteen pieces, but unfortunately only three pieces are scattered.

This treasure can ensure the undefeated power of the world, contains the way of time, and can also integrate ten thousand ways into the eighteen disks.

A branch of the Tongtian tree is at least ten feet long and as thick as a full arm.

…

This is the real treasure relic. Compared with the ones obtained by Ye Ming Jinxian, I don’t know how many times more rich they are.

This is wealth that even Daluo Jinxian would be tempted by, and even the powerful Immortal Lord would not let go of.

Through the memory in the dagger, Han Muye has determined the true location of the relic.

His eyes fell on the sword in his palm, and a smile appeared on his face.

The quality of this sword sent by the Four Spirit Demon King is not bad. At this time, after the immortal energy and sword intention have been refined, it has revealed its true appearance. The golden light flashes and the streams of light intersect on the divine lines.

Wrong cloud and nine forging techniques.

The method of refining weapons in the divine realm.

Although Han Muye didn't do much refining, his weapon refining methods were no less than Alchemy.

Stones from other mountains can attack jade, and all the accumulation will eventually become a stepping stone for his sword practice.

Accumulate but gain little.

After the investigation was completed, Han Muye put away his dagger and looked up outside the small courtyard.

He raised his hand and waved, and the light in the small courtyard dispersed.

"Come in." He said calmly.

At the door, a middle-aged immortal cultivator in black robe walked into the small courtyard.

He walked forward slowly, his aura constantly changing. He first transformed into a tall tiger man, and then transformed into a tauren with a sinewy face.

This is the Qingniu chef that Han Muye saw in the small building before, the one from the Hulunbaier Prairie.

When he walked up to Han Muye, he was already an old man in his fifties wearing black armor, with two magic patterns on his head and wings on his back.

Seeing the golden token in Han Muye's hand, the old man showed a respectful look on his face, clasped his fists and bowed: "Nalan has found your Majesty."

The Moluo clan has two magic lines and a pair of wings. This is already an extremely noble bloodline.

But there is still a big gap between the power of his bloodline and the power of Zhu Ling's bloodline in the token in Han Muye's hand.

Not to mention that Han Muye is the inheritor of the Immortal Lord and the master of the entire Mo Luo clan.

"Has Xie Chaoyan informed you about my coming to the Buxian Realm?" Han Muye put away the token and spoke softly.

Today, he went to find the leader of the Moluo clan in Wanchong City because he had made an appointment with Xie Chaoyan in advance.

The strength of the Moluo clan in the Bitter Immortal Realm is stronger than elsewhere.

It's chaos here, but no one cares who the Maru clan is.

Han Muye needs information about the Buxian Realm. The Moluo Clan can inquire about it more accurately.

After hearing Han Muye's words, Nalan Xun nodded and said: "All our tribesmen in the Bitter Immortal Domain will be at your disposal."

"Tell me all the news about Xiangtian Fairy Demon King." Han Muye narrowed his eyes and said.

Whether it's to rescue Jing Lei's people or to find the Immortal Lord's treasure, he will eventually confront the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

What's more, with the Nirvana body of the phoenix, Golden Fire, in his hands, Han Muye was naturally on the opposite side of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

Nalan Xun nodded and whispered everything he knew about the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King belongs to the divine bird demon clan. Even the Moluo clan has not found out which clan it belongs to.

But Nalan Xun knew about Xiangtian Immortal Demon King's cultivation methods.

A feather fan with flashing fairy light can separate black and white and eliminate all things.

"Wanbao magnetic fan?" Han Muye's eyes flashed and he whispered.

He had seen a treasure fan like this in the memory of Immortal Cangyun's dagger.

It was not one of the treasures scattered by Immortal Cangyun, but the treasure in the hands of the powerful man from the God Realm whom he killed.

The method is also unique to the God Realm and can suppress the power of the Immortal Realm.

It turned out to be this treasure, no wonder it could suppress the Immortal Demon King Hun Tian to Nirvana.

If it was this treasure, Han Muye himself would have to be careful when dealing with it.

Ten Thousand Magnetic Killing, this method is extremely restrained for sword cultivators.

The Xiangtian Fairy Demon King only rose up after getting the treasure fan.

Because of its weak foundation, the army under his command relied entirely on looting.

The relatively balanced balance of the Bitter Immortal Realm was also broken, and all living beings were devastated.

"The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King also has several powerful men under his command, all of whom are of the ancient bloodline."

Nalan Xun introduced in a low voice the powerful men under Xiang Tianxian Demon King.

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King is just one person, and even with overwhelming fighting power, it is impossible for him to sweep the entire Bitter Immortal Realm.

The few powerful demon kings under his command, as well as the tyrannical army, are the ones who can truly annex the entire Bitter Immortal Realm.

"The Demon King of Xiu Snake has the bloodline of the ancient beast, the snake, and can devour the heaven and the earth."

The Ba Snake is actually an ancient ferocious beast that loves killing the most.

In the ancient times, there was a snake lying on the ground and it would not come out for a hundred thousand years. When it raised its head, it swallowed up a land and millions of living beings in one bite.

Ba She's ruthlessness is evident.

"There is also a nine-spirit demon king who can be divided into eight realms. He is already the top figure among the demon kings of the Bitter Immortal Realm. I don't know why such a strong man would surrender to the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King."

Nalan Xun whispered and shook his head slightly.

Although the Mo Luo clan is pervasive and ever-changing, they are unable to get close to the truly powerful ones and detect the secrets of the Demon King.

Eight clones?

Could it be a clone of the Nine Paths?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

The ancient spirit fox also had nine tails and nine lives, but he was not considered a strong one among the mythical beasts.

The only person who can become the powerful demon king in the Bitter Immortal Realm is the Nine Infants bloodline.

An ancient ferocious beast with nine heads and nine bodies.

The key is that Jiu Ying and Ba She are both the suppressing spirits of Dong Tian, ​​the powerful man in the God Realm who hunted down Cangyun Immortal Lord.

Behind the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, is there a powerful Immortal Lord?

If the Immortal Lord is really powerful, it is not something he can interfere with now.

I wonder if Zhou Sheng and others from the Xuanling Sword Sect know this news?

Not only that, according to the news told by Nalan Xun, the army of Xiangtian Fairy Demon King has reached thousands of miles away.

Even if the army doesn't advance quickly, if it really wants to be swept by strong men, it can reach the outside of Wanchong City in an instant.

After all the messages were reported, Han Muye waved his hand.

"Your Majesty, I will arrange for two smart tribesmen to accompany you. If there is any necessary information, I will let them pass it on." Nalan Xun bowed and said.

Then he turned around and left. When he walked out of the small courtyard, he had reverted to the human appearance he had when he came before.

The transformation methods of the Muluo clan are indeed difficult to distinguish.

After Nalan Xun left, Han Muye stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

He was going to find Zhou Sheng to find out who was behind the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and to see if the Xuanling Sword Sect's message could be more precise.

As one of the major sects in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, it is impossible for the Xuanling Sword Sect to know everything.

After walking outside the small courtyard, Han Muye frowned.

In the distant sky, countless evil spirits are stirring!

The powerful men under Xiangtian Fairy Demon King are here!

"when--"

The sound of the golden bell resounded, and countless figures flew into the sky.

Han Muye saw sword lights shining among those figures.

Zhou Sheng also followed.

"Lord City Lord." Qin Zhaoyuan walked quickly from the nearby courtyard and bowed to Han Muye.

Du Qiang and others also gathered around with solemn expressions.

"How is the caravan's material sales going?" Han Muye looked at Du Qiang.

Hundreds of thousands of sets of armor and weapons are not a small number.

"Most of them have already been reserved, but," Du Qiang showed a hint of gloom on his face and shook his head, "I'm afraid I won't have time to collect them."

The powerful Xiangtian Immortal Demon King directly attacks and kills him. If he can resist it, that's fine. If he can't resist it, there's no need to sell those weapons and weapons.

"Lord Sword Immortal, my financial affairs are small and I cannot delay your affairs." Du Qiang cupped his fists towards Han Muye and whispered, "Do you have any instructions?"

When I arrived, the big shopkeeper had already told me that everything would be according to Yunlan Sword Immortal's orders.

In this situation, the caravan naturally had to listen to the orders.

Even if we don't do this business and lose everything, we can't delay Han Muye's affairs.

For commercial banks, losses are treated as investments.

This is the way of a merchant, to use small things to make big things happen.

Han Muye turned to look at the demonic light in the sky, pondered for a moment and said: "I originally planned to use the cover of your caravan to go to the Xiangtian Fairy Demon King, but now I see, I'm afraid it won't be possible."

"You deliver the goods first, and then go out of the city to meet us." Han Muye looked at the chaos below the city and shook his head.

In Wanchong City, many demon clans have already fled out of the city.

No matter what kind of city it is, it is difficult for it to remain intact when the powerful Jinxian fights.

Not everyone has the desire to coexist with the city.

The people in the city obviously knew it, and they saw the city gates beginning to close.

Du Qiang quickly bowed and raised his hand to send out several golden talismans.

All the guards in the caravan took action, carrying the big boxes and moving them out.

Groups of military generals rushed over, along with several extraordinary masters from the Great Demon Clan, who came to collect these weapons and armors.

"The city defense formation is about to be activated." Qin Zhaoyuan turned to look at the green branches and leaves around him and whispered.

The entire Wanchong City is already in motion, covered with countless green leaves.

Green demonic lights flashed and were about to form a verdant light curtain.

As long as the light curtain is sealed, there will be no more passages in the void.

"Let's go." Han Muye nodded, and his body moved and turned into a blue lightning.

Invoke the power of Kui Niu and combine it with the power of the demon clan's bloodline to leave before the city's protective formation seals off the city.

Qin Zhaoyuan also flew away.

They didn't come to the Buxian Realm to fight the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King here, so there was no need to be trapped in the city.

Flying a hundred miles outside the city, the roar could already be heard in the distance.

Looking back, the entire Wanchong City was shrouded in a blue light curtain, flashing with infinite light, and the illusory branches swayed as if they were about to break through the sky.

This light curtain is gathered by the city defense formation, and it needs to extract the power of all the creatures in the city.

If Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan did not leave, their power would be extracted at this time and become part of the foundation support of this formation.

"This is the Bitter Immortal Realm." Qin Zhaoyuan looked complicated, looking at Wanchong City that could no longer enter or leave, and whispered: "The fighting is endless, and the low-level creatures can only be trapped in it, and they can't help themselves."

The suffering of the Bitter Immortal Realm is that low-level creatures have no right to choose.

In the Fuyu Immortal Realm, only the Bitter Immortal Realm will fight endlessly and have no time to rest.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

The suffering of the Bitter Immortal Realm is caused by the nature of the demon race, but it is also deliberately provoked by other forces.

Every chaotic battle has a pusher and a shadow behind it.

The only ones who are truly powerless are the low-level demon race and the immortal cultivators.

At this moment, he had a little understanding of the inheritance of Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

Accumulation and superposition, forming a Zhoutian formation, can subvert the world.

This is what those powerful and powerful people who are high above and do not take the lives of low-level immortal cultivators seriously are afraid of.

The power of ants.

"Lord City Lord, this is the information about the place where the senior sat in meditation."

Qin Zhaoyuan raised his hand and handed a jade slip to Han Muye.

Han Muye took the jade slip and probed into it with his mind.

"Qi Lingzhou Fenghou Ridge?"

"Is this the base camp of Xiangtian Fairy Demon King?"

The location recorded in the jade slip is clearly the base of Xiangtian Fairy Demon King before he rose to power.

This place happens to be where the masters of Jinglei Bandits are imprisoned.

Han Muye had discussed with Cangyun Fairy Lord before that no second Fairy Lord had fallen in the Bitter Fairyland.

In addition to the remains left by Cangyun Fairy Lord, Zhu Ming also made the last arrangement.

Or, the strong man from Zhoutian God Realm left a backup plan before he fell.

"If that guy has any tricks, you must be careful." At that time, Cangyun Fairy Lord said solemnly.

The backup plan of the Fairy Lord is not something that Han Muye, a cultivator who has not yet reached the Golden Fairy Realm, can break.

Now looking at the location Qin Zhaoyuan gave him, could it be related to Xiangtian Fairy Demon King, or the fallen strong man from Zhoutian God Realm?

"Master Sword Immortal, Du Qiang leads the caravan to join us with 32 guards." A stream of light flew over not far away, and Du Qiang, who was wearing a black battle armor, bowed and saluted.

Behind him, there were dozens of cultivators who also wore black armor and restrained their aura.

Not all of them were human, there were also monsters.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and handed the jade slip back to Qin Zhaoyuan.

"You go here first, collect good news and wait for me,"

"I still have something to do."

Regardless of whether the immortal's treasure is true or not, he will go and see it.

But before that, he has to open the treasure left by the Cangyun Immortal.

Once he went to Fenghou Ridge and had a conflict with the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, he might not have the opportunity to stay in the Bitter Immortal Domain to look for the immortal's treasure.

Qin Zhaoyuan and Du Qiang had no objection to Han Muye's arrangement.

But in a moment, everyone flew away quietly.

Han Muye also chose a direction, and the sword light became invisible and disappeared directly.

Flying all the way, messy monsters can be seen everywhere.

Perhaps it was the beginning of a war. There were constant roars in the distance. No one cared about the flying figures in the sky. Han Muye's sword light was extremely fast, traveling millions of miles a day.

Three days later, he landed in front of a mountain that stretched for thousands of miles.

The blue-gray peak was surrounded by cliffs.

At the foot of the mountain, wisps of fireworks flickered.

This is a volcano that can erupt at any time.

There are no large tribes of demons around, only scattered demons living by the ground fire.

Even if the ground fire will erupt at any time, once it erupts, their lives will be in danger, these low-level demons still live here.

This is the helplessness of low-level creatures.

The power of heaven and earth is an irresistible existence in front of them.

Stepping on the mountain, Han Muye raised his hand, and two swords emerged.

One was the mysterious sword compensated by Yeming Jinxian, and the other was the ancient sword given by the Four Spirits Demon King.

The two swords were suspended quietly, and after a slight vibration, they shot forward.

Han Muye followed the long sword and rode the wind forward.

The flying sword moved forward very fast, and it was three thousand miles away in just half an hour.

This was already the heart of the mountains, where the rising smoke and flames intertwined, turning the surrounding sky red.

The two swords paused slightly and hung above the rolling lava.

But the positions of the two swords were somewhat different at this time.

The Youxuan Sword shook slightly, as if it was going to move forward.

The ancient sword pointed downward, as if it was about to fall into the lava lake.

Han Muye stood there, with a glimmer in his eyes.

He took a breath and raised his hand.

The two swords returned to his palm.

"Senior Ye Ming, we have found the place, why don't you show up?" Han Muye lowered his head slightly and spoke lightly.

Ye Ming.

Ye Ming Jinxian!

As his voice fell, a figure stepped out of the smoke and fell in front of Han Muye.

"Yes, let me do the rest."

Ye Ming Jin Xian laughed and turned to look down: "Cooking the vastness, it turns out to be the Dangshan Mountain. I am still making arrangements in the wasteland, trying to find a place to melt everything."

Raising his hand, the golden fairy light flashed, pressing towards the boiling lava below, and the smile on Ye Ming Jin Xian's face became even bigger.

"I have been searching for so many years, and finally got all the treasures left by the immortal king."

Around him, treasures shining with fairy light emerged one by one.

"Compared with the real treasures left by the immortal king, what can these rags count for?" Ye Ming Jin Xian showed a trace of arrogance on his face, as if countless years of repression had finally been released.

Looking at Han Muye, he seemed to have found someone to confide in.

"If outsiders knew that I only got the treasures left by the immortal king, and there was no real strong man behind me to support me, how miserable would I die?"

"Do you know how painful it is to have a great secret hidden in your heart that cannot be known by anyone?"

The face of Ye Ming Jin Xian was slightly twisted.

Han Muye nodded.

He really knew the pain of such a secret that could not be known by outsiders.

The identity of a time traveler.

The identity of a disciple of the Immortal Lord.

All kinds of cultivation methods that cannot be shown to outsiders.

"You don't understand!" Ye Ming Jin Xian gritted his teeth and raised his arms: "I could have dominated the world, but I had to deliberately lay out in the wilderness to let others wait slowly until I opened the treasure."

"Everyone is lurking behind, just waiting to squeeze me dry."

There is no eternal secret in the world.

Those big forces did not move Ye Ming Jin Xian because his value was not enough for them to confront their fictitious great powers.

But once the layout in the wilderness led to the top-secret treasure, there would definitely be strong people who would snatch it.

At that time, Ye Ming Jin Xian would become a discarded child.

So he was afraid.

He was afraid that when he woke up, his cave had been sealed by a powerful formation.

"It's really hard for you to wander in the wilderness for so many years." Han Muye nodded again and said softly.

Just like himself, he only dared to wander in the wilderness.

They are the same kind of people.

"Haha, it's good now." Ye Ming Sword Immortal looked at the lava below, and the madness on his face could not be concealed.

"As long as I get the real treasure of the Immortal Lord, I can dominate the Immortal Realm."

"Then, let's see who dares to take advantage of me."

Raised his hand and pointed at Han Muye.

"You, sorry, you can disappear."

"Boom--"

As the voice fell, a golden light fell from the sky and fell on Han Muye.

Golden net, thousands of stars.

For the Golden Immortal strongman, Han Muye is just a celestial immortal cave void.

That's all.

"You have fought with Shu Ming Jin Xian."

"You have also fought with Ling Jian Jin Xian in the air."

Ye Ming Jin Xian smiled, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "Let me see if you really have the ability to fight with Jin Xian."

Shu Ming Jin Xian is a member of Xuan Ling Jian Zong.

No one knows how much power that sword has.

Ling Jian Jin Xian drew his sword in the Burial Immortal City, and his sword crossed thousands of miles. No one knows how much power is left in the sword.

In Ye Ming Jin Xian's view, Han Muye had knocked him out of the sword, although he had deliberately given it to him.

Now Han Muye has no use at all and can die.

Only a dead Han Muye can keep the secret.

"Buzz——"

The golden net that enveloped Han Muye vibrated and kept shrinking.

One zhang.

Three feet.

Ye Ming Jin Xian narrowed his eyes.

When the net shrank within three feet of Han Muye, he showed relief and disdain on his face.

The sword cultivator is within three feet, which is the bottom line.

Once the bottom line is broken, what can the sword immortal do?

Life and death are in his hands.

Ye Ming Jinxian raised his hand.

Then he was slightly stunned.

Han Muye, who was covered by the net in front, also raised his hand.

Both swords pointed forward at the same time.

"Swish——"

The golden net was picked up by the sword, and golden streams flashed. The sword light rotated, wrapping the net on the long sword, turning into golden fairy patterns.

A rare fairy treasure was swallowed up like this?

Ye Ming Jinxian's face flashed with astonishment, and his hand was opened vaguely, but he didn't clench it for a while.

In front of a Dongxu Tianxian, he, a golden immortal, was actually a little at a loss.

"This is Danghuo Mountain..."

Han Muye looked around, and his expression revealed a trace of unspeakable emotion that made Ye Ming Jinxian tremble in his heart.

"This is the arrangement that Senior Brother Cang Yun left behind, as a means to suppress the strong men in the God Realm at the last moment."

"Unfortunately, it was not used."

Senior Brother Cang Yun!

Suppress the strong men in the God Realm!

Ye Ming Jinxian widened his eyes.

These words, can a Dongxu Tianxian say them?

"You, who are you?" He looked at Han Muye, his voice trembling.

"I, who am I?" Han Muye whispered softly.

He himself found it difficult to answer this question.

If possible, he would rather not have traveled through time.

If possible, he would rather be just a sword watcher on the Jiuxuan Mountain in the Western Frontier.

If possible, he would rather only practice peacefully with his Taoist partner in the Tianxuan World.

If possible, he would not want the inheritance that spanned five million years.

But since all this has already happened, then, hold it in your hand!

As a sword cultivator, all opportunities depend on the sword in your hand.

There is no reason to give up your own opportunities.

"Cangcang--"

The two swords flew together.

The golden sword light, with the power of the fairy treasure absorbed before, flashed and surrounded Ye Ming Jin Xian.

No more words were spoken.

Neither Han Muye nor Ye Ming Jin Xian spoke.

Each revealed the biggest secret. Today, only one of them can leave.

"Dang--"

Han Muye's sword was blocked by three shields in Ye Ming Jin Xian's hand.

Then, the three thousand blue-gray mountains fell on Han Muye's head.

Ten gusts of wind exploded, turning into black palms and slapping Han Muye's head.

A green rope appeared outside Han Muye's body and turned into a hundred-foot-long snake.

The Golden Immortal's means, no mercy.

Ye Ming Jin Xian, a strong man who has been wandering in the wilderness for countless years, will kill him if he makes a move.

But Han Muye in front of him was no longer hiding.

With a Golden Immortal in front of him, it was impossible to hide.

"Boom——"

The shadow of Kui Niu was beside him.

Countless long swords turned into long dragons, and the nine-story sword towers were connected in a row.

Sword intention.

Fighting intention.

Killing intention.

The spirit and energy turned into a line.

The sword of the soul was suspended.

Ten thousand swords merged into one.

At this moment, this sword was the strongest sword that Han Muye could show!

The sword light condensed and cut down on the head.

No matter how many tricks you have, I will only use one sword.

The moment this sword condensed, the lava below began to boil and roll, like waves being drawn.

"I, I know who you are——"

Ye Ming Jinxian widened his eyes, watching the long sword moving forward and breaking everything, and roared loudly.

"Boom——"

The sword fell.