Chapter 576: Guarding the Immortal Burial City and Returning to Yuzezhou (8k Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Looking at the bowing Jinhuo in front of him, Han Muye pondered slightly.

He knew why Jinhuo came.

The Huntian Fairy Demon King carried the power of the Nine-Colored Bloodline and merged with Jinhuo, and finally got the reborn Jinhuo.

The current Jinhuo is the sustenance of the Huntian Fairy Demon King, but not his reborn body.

"Huntian Fairy Demon King, are you okay?" Han Muye said softly.

Jinhuo bowed and said loudly: "Reply to my foster father, there will only be Jinhuo in the world from now on."

The Huntian Fairy Demon King became the past.

This is the case with the Phoenix Clan.

After the Nirvana Pearl is reborn, it will not be based on the memory of the previous life, but this life is the only one.

"Okay, if you have any difficulties in the Bitter Fairyland in the future, you can come to Yunlan City to find me." Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and a sword light fell in front of Jinhuo.

Then, he moved and left directly.

Jinhuo looked at his back, with a hint of complexity on his face.

"I thought you would sign a contract with me."

Take a breath, he turned and looked at the Bitter Immortal Domain behind him: "Okay, then I will stay in the Bitter Immortal Domain."

"What Xiangtian failed to do does not mean that I can't do it."

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Han Muye crossed the Yunteng Wasteland directly and returned to Yunlan City.

Along the way, he saw that there were already many monsters from the Bitter Immortal Domain in the wasteland, some of which were scattered and some were wreaking havoc everywhere.

These may be what the major sects want to see, and the Bitter Immortal Domain no longer has the power to gather.

When he returned to Yunlan City, he began to retreat as soon as possible.

This made Li Yungang, who came in a hurry, grit his teeth in anger.

A golden light shield rose in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, and two long swords appeared in front of Han Muye.

One was the sword of Mu Huan, one of the masters of the Xuntian Hall of the Sword Sect, and the other was a long sword containing the inheritance of Zhu Ming, the Golden Immortal of Daluo.

These two swords are precious objects, and there is also the background of the Sword Sect behind them.

With Mu Huan's sword in hand, he will have support in the Sword Sect in the future.

Zhu Ming's sword represents inheritance. In the future, he will be the descendant of a big boss in the Xuntian Palace. He is not without a foothold in the Sword Sect.

His eyes fell on the two swords, and Han Muye raised his hand to hold the green and yellow sword of Mu Huan.

This sword is not a fairy treasure, but the fairy light surging on it is thick, which shows that it is well nurtured.

The sword is infused with sword intent, and the memories in the long sword emerge, showing one by one in his mind.

The sword is called Guanzhi, a top-grade spiritual sword. The sword is two feet and eight inches long and weighs thirty pounds. The whole body is made of mixed yang jade marrow, mixed with three-flower light iron, and nurtured for thousands of years.

The first owner of this Guanzhi sword was not Mu Huan, but a senior of the Sword Sect.

This senior's swordsmanship is superb, and it emphasizes continuous and uninterrupted, like a thread.

In Han Muye's view, this swordsmanship is similar to the accumulation and brewing of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, but the use of power is different.

One is to burst all the power instantly, and the other is to transform limited power into a long sword intent.

Long and explosive, the sword intent in Han Muye's mind rolled, combining the two artistic conceptions.

Around him, a green stream of light slowly emerged and turned into a long river.

The long river circulated, back and forth, and then turned into a green ribbon tied in the hair.

This ribbon seemed to be floating in the wind, but it was just an ordinary silk ribbon.

In fact, it was transformed by Han Muye's sword intent, which was a long sword intent that was constantly condensed and superimposed.

If this sword was taken out, it would be a landslide.

Who would have thought that this soft silk ribbon could contain the power to split the world?

After observing the sword intent of that senior and seeing Mu Huan's swordsmanship, Han Muye's sword intent became more solid.

Every swordsman who can achieve a celestial being and achieve a celestial being has his cultivation and character to be admired, and is an existence that needs to be looked up to.

Observing the swordsmanship, the sword light around Han Muye also became silent, as if it was another baptism of his own power.

Three days later, he put down the Guanzhi sword, with a look of admiration on his face.

The cultivation of a Daluo Jinxian was an incomparable wealth for him.

Putting away the Guanzhi sword, his eyes fell on another long sword.

Reaching out to grasp it, the sword light vibrated, and the sword intent surged.

"Om——"

The image of a Taoist in a green robe emerged in his mind.

"Boy, you are the smartest and most insightful person among the younger generations of the Sword Sect that I have seen." The Taoist raised his head with a serious face.

"You are also the inheritor chosen by the Immortal Lord Cangyun, so I will naturally not be stingy."

"Watch it, I Zhu Ming only have swords in this life, and this sword is the pinnacle of what I have learned in my life!"

As the voice fell, the sword light lit up.

A green sword light turned into an endless sharp blade, filling the space in Han Muye's mind.

The sky is full of sword light!

Such a sword seems to make people fall into a quagmire and unable to escape.

"My sword is not as strong and vigorous as those of the brothers in Zhantian Palace."

"My sword is not as gentle and long as those of the brothers in Xuntian Palace."

"But my sword wins in tenacity."

"No matter how strong he is, the breeze will support the hills."

"The power of heaven and earth is imperceptible, and the sword light is endless."

Zhu Ming's voice sounded, revealing pride.

The sword light in front of Han Muye continued to compress, filling all the space.

"Sink!"

Han Muye's eyes were shining.

In front of him, the sword of the immortal soul appeared.

The sword light turned into billions of swords, directly filling the space in front of him.

"If, I mean if," Han Muye stared at the sword light in front of him, his eyes surging with brilliance: "If I use this sword light to directly set up the Zhoutian formation of Tongtian Immortal Venerable..."

Yes.

But this is not what he can think of at the moment.

The Zhoutian formation, which includes the Zhoutian world, is based on countless treasures.

It is impossible to complete it with just one trapped sword.

But what about simplifying it a billion times?

This may be possible.

The sword lights intertwined and divided, filling the space in front of Han Muye.

This scene is similar to Zhu Ming's sword intent, but it is different.

The long sword flashed with sword light, which seemed more agile.

Han Muye closed his eyes and let the long sword fly and match his sword intent.

Enlightenment.

For practitioners, enlightenment that is difficult to appear once in thousands of years is not difficult for Han Muye.

As long as he is willing to comprehend it carefully.

Five days later, the sword light around him dissipated.

The Yuanshen sword in front of him returned to the divine storage, and the sword light on it was more magnificent and almost endless.

Opening his eyes, there was a flash of sword light in his eyes.

The inheritance of the two great sword masters made his sword foundation more solid.

"Om--"

The sword light was put away, and two large tripods appeared in front of him.

One was the Lianyuan Ding, a treasure that could melt everything.

The other was a large tripod obtained from Mingyuan Xianjun, the great elder of Dangyuan Sect who fell in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

The power of this large tripod was the same as that of the Lianyuan Ding.

The two large tripods were suspended, and their powers were intertwined, as if echoing each other.

Huayuan Ding.

This large tripod, which was considered a rare treasure in the God Realm, had a domineering name.

This tripod could fuse all kinds of incomplete powers into one.

Han Muye raised his hand and a nine-color light regrouped in the Dan Ding.

This was a bloodline pill made by the superposition and smelting of the power of nine divine beasts, which could increase the power of divine beasts to an unimaginable level.

Unfortunately, because the phoenix took away most of the power of this pill, only a trace of power was left, and it needed to be remelted in the Huayuan Ding.

This trace of power was enough.

When Han Muye taught Mu Wan to refine the Condensation Pill on Jiuxuan Mountain, he used a spiritual energy as a guide.

Now, with this nine-color light as a guide, it is enough.

Raising his hand, a stream of bloodline power fell into the Refining Yuan Ding.

The Refining Yuan Ding integrates all things, and all the bloodline power that falls into it is integrated and transformed into one.

Han Muye has been collecting various bloodline powers since he was in the Tianxuan World. From the Southern Wilderness to Zhongzhou, and then to the Wilderness Relics, he will keep a trace of all the bloodlines he encounters.

His own Baxia bloodline and Kuiniu bloodline are all preserved.

At this time, these bloodlines are integrated into one, and they are transformed into a golden blood ball in the Refining Yuan Ding.

This is the fusion of various bloodlines in Han Muye's hand.

Raising his hand to guide the blood ball to fall into the Huayuan Ding, it was immediately wrapped by the nine-color light.

In the big cauldron, the divine light vibrated.

Under the nine-color light, a golden pill was brewing.

If this pill is successful, its grade is unimaginable.

Han Muye looked at the halo flowing in the big cauldron, raised his hand, and put away the two big cauldrons.

They don't have enough blood power to refine this pill now.

To refine this pill, even if all the blood of the divine beasts in the Bitter Immortal Realm is exhausted, it is not enough.

If this pill is so easy to refine, Mingyuan Immortal Lord from the God Realm will not be unable to be reborn, and can only gather blood power with the power of Xiangtian Immortal Demon King.

"Lianyuan Ding, Huayuan Ding, if Junior Sister has such a treasure in hand, the practice of alchemy will surely advance by leaps and bounds." Looking at the big cauldron in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly.

He has been in Fuyu Immortal Realm for more than ten years, and there are less than twenty years before the Ascension Platform in the mortal world will be opened.

At that time, it will also be the time for Han Muye to return to the mortal world.

Putting away the two precious alchemy cauldrons, Han Muye raised his hand and dispersed the light curtain outside.

"Om--"

A sword light flew from outside the hall.

Li Yungang, the head of Zhantian Hall.

The speed of this sword is instantaneous.

The power gathered in this sword also surpasses the realm of Dongxu.

Li Yungang did what he said, and really challenged Han Muye with the power of refining emptiness.

Looking at this sword light, Han Muye did not raise his hand.

In front of him, the sword of the soul appeared.

Then, the sword directly turned into billions of sword lights.

Li Yungang's sword was only three feet in front of Han Muye, and the whole person was already wrapped in sword light.

"This is-"

With a low shout, Li Yungang raised his hand to block the surroundings.

Because countless swords had already pierced three feet around him.

Trapped.

However, in an instant, Li Yungang was trapped in the quagmire of countless sword lights and could not get out.

This is the sword art that was born from Zhu Ming's sword intent and mixed with the power of the trapped sword.

Or it can be said to be a sword formation.

Don't worry, just show the sword skills.

Looking at Li Yungang who struggled in the sword light quagmire but could not get out at all, Han Muye smiled.

This is the sword skill that he can use openly.

With this method, he can go to Xuanling Sword Sect to see the place where all kinds of sword skills converge.

"Boom--"

A sword light rose from Li Yungang's body, shattering the surrounding sword lights.

All the sword lights returned to Han Muye and turned into the sword of the soul again.

He raised his hand and the long sword dissipated.

"Master, you are mighty. You won." Han Muye bowed and said.

Li Yungang's face flushed.

Above his head, an illusory world emerged.

The power of the cave.

Yes, he won.

But he used the power of the cave to stimulate a power far beyond the refining power.

Can this be considered his victory?

"The inheritance of Elder Zhu Ming is indeed extraordinary." Li Yungang looked at Han Muye, his eyes swept over the silk ribbon fluttering behind him.

"Yes, I'll come again in a few days."

After saying that, he moved and disappeared in the hall.

Han Muye shook his head and was about to leave the hall when Li Yungang turned back again.

"I forgot to talk about the business."

Li Yungang's expression became slightly more serious, and he said in a deep voice: "This time, the chaos in the Bitter Immortal Realm has affected the Yunlan Dao Sect."

Affected the Yunlan Dao Sect?

Han Muye frowned.

The Bitter Immortal Realm has little to do with the Yunlan Dao Sect, but it involves the arrangement of Mingyuan Xianjun from the Zhoutian Divine Realm.

"Is it because of the Xiangtian Fairy Demon King?" Han Muye said.

"Well, the Yunlan Dao Sect is split, and the various parties in the sect are arguing." Li Yungang said in a low voice.

It is actually very simple to look into it. The Yunlan Dao Sect is wavering about whether its sect should adhere to the heavenly way of the immortal world, be independent of the divine world, or be dependent on the divine world.

Originally, these two propositions were constantly entangled in the sect.

But this time is different.

The remnant soul of the immortal king in the divine world fell into the hands of the Dao Sect, and they knew more about the divine world.

And it is unknown what promises this remnant soul made, which made the Dao Sect strongmen excited.

"Now our sects should also be careful." Li Yungang's eyes revealed a trace of worry.

The strength of the Dao Sect is too strong.

If the Dao Sect cooperates with the gods, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Perhaps, the split of the Dao Sect is also a good thing for the Sword Sect and other sects?

Will the Sword Sect promote this?

"Also," looking at Han Muye, Li Yungang hesitated: "This time you finally broke the blood pill in the big cauldron, and the Dao Sect and the Blood Battle Sect started a fight."

Han Muye smashed the pill transformed by the nine-color light in the inheritance hall.

This made the puppets in the Burial Immortal City unable to upgrade.

This pot was thrown on the Jianzong.

All the sects launched an attack, but fortunately, Tianyao Sect and Tiejiazhan Sect stood behind Jianzong this time, which slightly balanced the situation.

But Jianzong had to pay a price.

"So, the reinforcements to the Burial Immortal City this time were only from my Jianzong?" Han Muye's face showed a hint of coldness.

He didn't want to implicate Jianzong.

Because he had always pretended to be a disciple of Xuanling Jianzong, he felt ashamed.

Jianzong acted openly, and the senior sword cultivators were all of high character and had no dark side.

Unexpectedly, this time, Dao Sect and Xuezhan Sect deliberately came to trouble him.

Even if he didn't smash the nine-color light, Hun Tian Xian Yao Wang would have taken action.

"Zangxian City, countless strong men from my Fuyu Xianjie were buried there." Li Yungang nodded and said softly: "Comparatively speaking, the Broken Soul Valley is less dangerous."

Han Muye was originally punished to be stationed in one of the three great Jedi because he offended Dao Sect.

Broken Soul Valley is where Tiejiazhan Sect is stationed, and outsiders are not accepted.

However, if Han Muye wants to go, he may be able to survive for ten years with the power of his Kui Niu bloodline.

But the Burial Immortal City is not that simple.

"You have fought with the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal. If you go to the Burial Immortal City, I am afraid you will really have to fight with that guy." Li Yungang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Sword cultivators hate these calculations the most.

For them, it is better to kill with one sword than to calculate like this.

"Burial Immortal City, it's good." Han Muye nodded and looked up into the distance.

"When are we going?"

At the beginning, he agreed with Shu Ming Jinxian to go to the three Jedi in ten years. Now the agreed time has not come, but Han Muye has basically completed the things in the wilderness and the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Yunlan City does not need his full care in the future.

There are many masters in the city.

"One year later." Li Yungang raised his hand and took out a nine-story sword tower.

"Boy, this tower is temporarily with you. When you come back, fight me a few more times."

After speaking, he threw the sword tower to Han Muye.

This was his reward for challenging Han Muye.

He had said at the beginning that he would give the tower to Han Muye.

As for temporarily leaving it with Han Muye, a powerful person like Li Yungang naturally had no reason to take back the treasure that had been taken out.

Han Muye took it with a smile, and then said lightly: "Master Li, next time you should directly use the Golden Immortal's combat power."

This made Li Yungang's face flush.

He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he paused: "You must quickly condense your cave heaven, otherwise you can't hold on in the Burial Immortal City."

Condensing the cave heaven?

Watching Li Yungang leave, Han Muye's eyes flashed with brilliance.

He was going to condense the cave heaven, but not on the wasteland.

After Li Yungang left, he raised his hand and a golden rune became a stream of light, flying in Yunlan City.

A moment later, figures fell outside the hall.

Zhao Chen, Zuo Baichou, Zhang Zhenbiao, Xie Chaoyan and others all walked into the hall with solemn faces.

Han Muye looked over and saw Qin Zhaoyuan, Du Qiang and others were there.

Wu Changhe, the master of the Iron Armored War Sect who brought the Purple Leopard to Yunlan City, and Zhao Pingyu, who inherited the legacy of his predecessors, were all there.

There were even a few strong men who Han Muye didn't know, but were full of immortal light and had entered the heavenly immortal realm.

"Greetings to the city lord."

Everyone bowed with a respectful look.

This is how the world of immortal cultivation is. Only the strong can be respected.

The power that Han Muye has shown now is already admired by everyone.

And the entire Yunlan City has become one of the few large cities in the entire wasteland because of the existence of Yunlan Sword Immortal.

What's more, there is more than just Yunlan Sword Immortal behind the current Yunlan City.

The Xuanling Sword Sect clearly supports Yunlan City.

Zhulong Trading Company and the Tianyao Sect behind it also cooperated with Yunlan City.

Just one contract rune can make Tianyao Sect fully support Yunlan City.

Wuchang He is in Yunlan City, which represents the relationship between the Iron Armored War Sect and Yunlan City.

For the Iron Armored War Sect, which never cooperates with major sects, Wuchang He being able to stay here means everything.

Zuo Baichou stepped forward and reported the recent development of Yunlan City.

"Lord City Lord, Yunlan City now has nearly 10 million immortal cultivators from all walks of life, making it one of the top ten largest cities in the wasteland."

"There are one hundred and sixty teleportation arrays leading to all directions, arranged in four directions outside the city."

"There are three hundred and thirty-two permanent immortals in the city, including forty-three in the Void Refining Realm and six in the Void Transformation Realm. There are two powerful Golden Immortals who are willing to worship in name. Senior Li Yungang wants a city full of fine wine as a reward..."

"There are tens of thousands of businesses in the city, large and small, with daily transactions of hundreds of millions, all kinds of materials, and caravans connecting the Buxian Realm and other major businesses."

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At this time, Zuo Baichou's demeanor and demeanor were no longer the same as those of the successor of Wanshen Trading Company.

In front of him, Wanshen Trading Company was not even qualified to look at it.

In charge of the government affairs of a big city like Yunlan City, with the life and death of countless creatures in his hands, Zuo Baichou unknowingly became a powerful man who could decide the life or death of an immortal with a single word.

All this comes from Han Muye's trust and his original choice.

Not only him, but Zhang Zhenbiao and Zhao Chen already have energy that they never dared to imagine before.

The Jujin Trading Company in Zhao Chen's hands controlled transactions with Jian Zong, and the profit from a caravan trip was billions of fairy spirit stones.

Today's Jujin Trading Company is a large trading bank that is rampant in Yuze Prefecture.

Zhang Zhenbiao's own cultivation has improved countless times, and he has many strong men under his command. He can mobilize resources at will that he could not even imagine before.

After Zuo Baichou reported, Han Muye nodded and asked others about something.

Qin Zhaoyuan led the remaining Thunder Thieves to transform into Thunder Guards, and from then on guarded the main palace of Yunlan City.

Because Qin Ziyue reversed her bloodline and turned into a sky-devouring thunder lion, she could no longer transform into a human form.

However, she and Qin Zhaoyuan coexisted through a contract, and their power was stronger than before.

They saw the contract between Wuchang He and Zi Ye, so they chose to sign the contract with runes.

"I will return to the sect after Ziye's child grows up." Wuchang He said with a smile on his face, "The sect also agreed."

"I will go to Broken Soul Valley and stay there for a hundred years."

In order to stay in Broken Soul Valley for a hundred years, Ziye and her children will grow up.

Who says that human race, demon race, and monster beast race cannot coexist?

Sometimes, this kind of contract is more reliable than any alliance.

Outside Yunlan City, the market managed by Zhulong Trading Company is much more popular than other markets.

Those who want to buy monster beasts to protect themselves, as long as they can really fit in and conclude a contract, their strength will be doubled immediately.

In order to find a monster in the market that suits them and is willing to enter into a contract, many people try every means possible.

No one is willing to enslave the monsters obtained in this way, they are all regarded as brothers in life and death.

Zhao Pingyu stayed in Yunlan City, on the one hand, he had to slowly digest the formation inheritance. On the one hand, Yunlan City has a lot of business.

Setting up so many formations allows him to practice his skills and get a lot of rewards.

This can be done.

Xie Chaoyan's business is doing well. Of course, there are also many powerful people from the Mo Luo clan who have settled in Yunlan City.

Among the powerful Celestials who serve in Yunlan City, less than half are from the Moluo clan.

Han Muye has a distinguished status in the Mo Luo clan, and Yunlan City is their home.

It is rare to have one's own power in the wasteland, and all the Moluo clan are willing to protect Yunlan City.

The prosperity of the entire Yunlan City completely exceeded Han Muye's expectations.

When he first came to Yunteng Wasteland, he didn't expect that he could do this.

This Yunlan City turned out to be his biggest support and bargaining chip in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm.

"Everyone, I will leave the wasteland soon and head to the Immortal Burial City." Han Muye's words caused a sudden silence in the hall.

Everyone looked at each other, afraid to speak.

They can't get involved in these matters.

They knew that everything in Yunlan City depended on Yunlan Sword Immortal. If Yunlan Sword Immortal was strong, Yunlan City would prosper.

The three great places in the immortal world are places that cannot be touched in life for ordinary immortal cultivators.

But for Yunlan Sword Immortal, it might just be a place to hone his swordsmanship.

"I will go to Burial Immortal City with my sword cultivator disciples. I will leave the affairs of Yunlan City to you." Han Muye looked at Zuo Baichou and others and spoke softly.

Zuo Baichou raised his head, saw Han Muye, bowed and said, "Don't worry, City Lord, we will guard Yunlan City."

Others also followed suit and bowed.

This summons did not last long, and Han Muye would not leave immediately.

He distributed everyone's rights in the city, set the rules, and let everyone leave.

Zuo Baichou and Du Qiang stayed.

"City Lord, these are all the supplies in the city's warehouse. Take a look at what you need to take with you to Burial Immortal City."

Handing a jade slip to Han Muye, Zuo Baichou said, "If the city lord is short of anything, we will collect it as soon as possible."

Du Qiang also handed over a jade slip and said with a smile: "As long as there is any in the wasteland, we can stand and find it for the city lord within three days."

This is the benefit of Yunlan City becoming a big city in the wasteland.

Not only is there endless wealth, but also endless power.

In the world of cultivating immortals, all of this can be transformed into resources.

Han Muye was not polite either. He directly selected hundreds of spiritual medicines and immortal medicines, as well as many spiritual materials and swords and armors, and took away half of the immortal stones in the warehouse.

Half, that is 80 billion.

This is a wealth that a medium-sized sect cannot accumulate in tens of thousands of years, but Yunlan City got it in a short time.

Fortunes help each other.

Without the turmoil in the Bitter Immortal Realm and the coincidence of Yunlan City, Han Muye would not have been able to gather so much wealth.

"Du Qiang, please tell Senior Zhulong that I want to find a group of monsters willing to follow me to the Burial Immortal City."

Han Muye looked at Du Qiang and said in a deep voice: "The cultivation level cannot be lower than the realm of the immortal."

Monsters that are not lower than the realm of the immortal.

This was something that he had not dared to imagine before.

Du Qiang bowed his hands and said: "Don't worry, City Lord, I will definitely handle this matter at Zhulong Trading Company."

After the two of them left, Xie Chaoyan arrived quietly.

"Your Excellency." Xie Chaoyan bowed and saluted.

Han Muye nodded and looked at him: "Are there any members of the Moruo tribe in the Burial Immortal City?"

The Moruo tribe is said to be spread all over the world, so it should be everywhere.

However, the Burial Immortal City is a dangerous place, and it needs strong people to stay. Han Muye didn't know if there were any Moruo tribe members in the Burial Immortal City.

"Yes, but not many." Xie Chaoyan was prepared. He handed over a golden jade slip and whispered: "Your Excellency, the elders of the tribe discussed and prepared to send a group of tribe masters to accompany you."

The masters of the Moruo tribe.

For Han Muye, it didn't matter whether they were Moruo tribe members or not, as long as they were strong enough.

This time he went to the Burial Immortal City, he had to make full preparations.

"Okay, let them arrange it."

Han Muye nodded.

After the affairs in the city were arranged, Han Muye quietly left Yunlan City.

He didn't go far, just to the mine where he raised the broken gold ants.

Now the distance between this mine and Yunlan City is only a few hundred miles, and the broken cloud gold in it has long been eaten up by the broken gold ants.

Fortunately, Han Muye himself is well prepared. He brought a lot of ore from the Murong family and piled them in it.

Stepping into the mine, countless broken gold ants made a slight vibration, as if responding to Han Muye.

"Buzz--"

Han Muye raised his hand, and three green jade plates appeared.

The Dao Casting Plate can carry things of the Great Dao.

Then collecting the broken gold ants in this mine is naturally no problem.

Wrapped in a green stream of light, hundreds of millions of broken gold ants were put into three green jade plates.

These broken gold ants are all spiritual creatures for Han Muye to nourish his soul. One is not much, but the souls gathered by hundreds of millions are not few.

Han Muye's soul cultivation has already reached the Golden Immortal Realm, and every point of improvement requires a huge amount of accumulation.

After collecting the broken gold ants, Han Muye moved his body and flew straight up to the sky.

Stepping outside the sky, a golden stream of light appeared, with mountains and rivers in it.

This is a cave heaven. Han Muye collected the cave heaven of the great demon of the Green Wolf Clan and hid here.

Although Han Muye has refined this cave heaven, it is of little use.

Now Han Muye collected it with the Dao Casting Plate and used it to warm the Broken Gold Ant.

The cave heaven roared, and the golden light flashed. In just a moment, it fell on a green jade plate and turned into mountains and rivers like bonsai.

Countless golden light spots shuttled through it.

The disadvantage of the cave realm that the cave heaven cannot be carried with you is directly solved in front of the treasure.

Of course, the cave realm strongman is not qualified to hold the treasure.

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Ten days later, outside a teleportation array outside Yunlan City, a team of black armored war cavalry protected a radius of ten miles.

This is the Swift Wind Guard in the city, the former Swift Wind Bandit.

As the most mobile war cavalry in the city, the action of the Swift Wind Guard must be the arrival of the main figures in Yunlan City.

The immortal cultivators around came to watch, but they didn't know who it was this time.

Han Muye, wearing a green robe, a sword box on his back, a ribbon tied up his hair, and a faint sword light around him, stood in front of the light array with a calm face.

Behind him, a team of immortal cultivators wearing green armor stood solemnly.

These are the guards sent by the Moluo tribe, each of whom is in the realm of heavenly immortals.

Behind the green armor guards, there is a team of hundreds of majestic figures.

These are the powerful monsters found by the Zhulong Trading Company, and now they have transformed into human form.

The key is that all the monsters here are in the realm of heavenly immortals.

The bitter immortal domain is in turmoil, and there are many monsters and monsters who are not particularly strong in cultivation and can only run for their lives between various forces.

Chen Zhulong personally came forward and gathered hundreds of heavenly immortal realm monsters, and asked Han Muye to take these hundred strong men to the buried immortal city.

"Everyone, Yunlan City is handed over to you." Han Muye turned around, glanced over, and spoke softly.

Zuo Baichou and others bowed to receive the order.

Zhao Chen stood beside Han Muye with a smile on his face.

Behind him was Old Chu, who was wearing a blue-gray robe.

Beside Old Chu, there was a half-demon man carrying a broad axe.

This man named Song Zhong came from Tianyao Sect and was a powerful immortal. He was now a guest servant of Jujin Merchants, invited by Zhao Chen at a high price. He also worked part-time as his personal guard.

"Let's go." Seeing Han Muye finished his instructions and stepped into the light array, Zhao Chen waved his hand and led the caravan guards behind him to fall into the array.

The golden light of the array flashed, and the immortal light went straight up to the sky.

"Fortunately, fortunately, we caught up." Zhou Sheng, who was holding a wine gourd in his hand and had a messy hair, carried a long sword on his back and flew outside the array.

"I just happened to return to the sect to report on my work. I borrowed your array to go back. Is that okay?"

Zuo Baichou and others shook their heads quickly.

Zhou Shengle strode into the teleportation array with a big smile.

…

From Yunlan City to the Jianzong, a total of twelve teleportation arrays were passed, and then 15 million miles were traveled.

Fortunately, all the people were masters this time. Three flying boats flew across the sky and it only took three days to reach Yuzezhou under the Xuanling Jianzong.

Standing at the bow, looking at the misty and rainy world, Han Muye's face flashed a trace of nostalgia.

"Haha, I'm home." Zhao Chen smiled and spread his arms.

For Zhao Chen, Yuzezhou and Yunlu City are his hometown.

But for Han Muye, the fairyland is good, but it is not his hometown.

"Buzz——"

A beam of arrow light flew and fell towards the bow.

"Enemy attack——"

Above the bow, a loud shout arose, and a light curtain blocked the long arrow and shattered it.

Zhao Chen raised his hand and waved, and a large flag rose at the bow.

The two words "Jujin" shone brightly.

"Damn it, I haven't been back for a few years, and you're here to welcome me?" Zhao Chen stared at the scattered cultivators in front of him, blocking the way of the flying boat.

"Yuzezhou is also in chaos..." Han Muye shook his head and sighed softly.

Since Wang Minghe, who was guarding Yuzezhou, left, the power of Yuzezhou was controlled by the five guarding elders, and Yuzezhou was full of fireworks.

"Jujin Merchants?"

"Fat sheep!"

"The bones are too hard, do you want to chew them?"

In front of the flying boat, the scattered Tianjing cultivators were noisy.

A Taoist in the human immortal Tianzun realm wearing a black robe took a step forward, and a sinister halo flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved, and dozens of black-armored puppets behind him strode forward.

"Jujin Merchants?"

"I, the wilderness bandit, have suffered enough from your Jujin Merchants over the years. Today, I just intercepted your caravan and left none of them alive!"

Fuliao Desert, the rampant wilderness bandits.

Zhao Chen opened his mouth and looked back at Han Muye with amusement.

When they left Qingyun Town, they killed many wilderness bandits along the way...

"Brother, this is our old enemy." Zhao Chen raised his hand, and several figures flew out from behind him.