This time, Mu Tieyang’s remnant soul looked up with many emotions in his eyes.
“What do you want to know?” he asked calmly, looking up at the gently spinning sword soul in his divine spot.
“What made your Great Spiritual Sword Sect make such a choice?” Han Muye’s voice sounded in the divine spot.
Mu Tieyang’s soul pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “I’ll tell you everything, but you have to promise me that if there’s a chance, you’ll protect the inheritance of my Great Spiritual Sword Sect.”
“Deal.” Han Muye didn’t hesitate.
Mu Tieyang’s remnant soul sighed and said in a low voice, “The sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect has reached the Heaven Realm.”
“At the cost of my Great Spiritual Sword Sect’s sect-protecting spiritual sword and the destruction of its soul.”
“The sect master originally wanted to join forces with the demonic race of the Southern Wasteland to resist the annexation of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect. Now it seems that he has failed.”
Mu Tieyang’s words made Han Muye tremble.
Heaven Realm.
Southern Wasteland Demonic Race.
As expected, every secret that a great cultivator had could shake the world.
Mu Tieyang’s remnant soul muttered softly and began to tell him the secrets he knew.
The convoy sped ahead.
“Bam—”
In the sky, a golden sword light exploded and bloomed.
Then another.
It was the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s beacon signal.
A great enemy was attacking.
All the disciples escorting were nervously holding their swords.
“Elder Gao, Nine Mystic Mountain has sent a message. The two Grand Elders of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect have led the army straight in and have already entered 30,000 miles within our sect’s territory.”
“Sect Master invites Elder to return to the Nine Mystic Mountain first.”
A disciple flew over from ahead. He held a green foot-long wooden boat shining with spiritual light in both hands and bowed.
He would return to the Nine Mystic Mountain first.
He was giving up on these resources and disciples.
The Sword Pavilion Elder narrowed his eyes and looked behind him. He suddenly said, “Where is the Sect Master now?”
The disciple was stunned and whispered, “I don’t know.”
The Sword Pavilion Elder waved his hand and did not take the wooden boat. He turned to look at Han Muye. “Kid, are you afraid of today’s battle?”
Afraid.
Just like when he first stepped into the Sword Pavilion, he was really afraid.
He was afraid of death.
Han Muye looked around at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples who were running quickly.
“Elder, what other trump cards do we have?”
Hearing his words, the Sword Pavilion elder was stunned, then laughed out loud.
“Good lad. That’s interesting.”
The Sword Pavilion Elder looked at the sky and said proudly, “I don’t have any trump cards. I’m just making a bet.”
‘Bet.’
The convoy kept moving, day and night.
7,000 miles outside the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The army of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect arrived 70,000 miles away.
6,000 miles outside the Nine Mystic Mountain, the Great Spiritual Sword Sect army was 60,000 miles away.
5,000 miles outside the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The army of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect had arrived 40,000 miles away.
3,000 miles outside the Nine Mystic Mountain, the Great Spiritual Sword Sect army was already 10,000 miles away!
Even from thousands of miles away, one could feel the clouds in the sky changing.
That was the spiritual energy of a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator affecting the changes in the clouds.
“Boom—”
A thousand miles ahead, sword light rose.
It was in the direction of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The three sword lights echoed each other and slowly advanced.
The three Grand Elders of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was not a small sect. It was one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier.
If the Sword Pavilion Elder, who had already exhausted his cultivation, was killed by the Great Spiritual Sword Sect that day, the morale of the disciples on the Nine Mystic Mountain would at least be reduced by 70%!
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the bell rang. It could be heard from 3,000 miles away.
Six rings.
“From top to bottom, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect welcomes Elder Gao Changgong back to the mountain.”
A voice came from above the clouds.
“Boom—”
10,000 miles away, three sword lights soared into the sky and cut through the clouds.
“Grand Elder Zhu Kuan, Deng Yuan, and Jiang Tiansheng of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect invite the Sword Pavilion Elder of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect to the Heavenly Wind Cliff as guest.”
“Boom—”
Within a thousand miles, the clouds in the sky exploded, revealing the blue sky.
This was the collision of Qi meridians between eight half-step Heaven Realm cultivators, causing heaven and earth to change.
Under such immense power, it was already rare for cultivators below the Earth Realm to be able to stand steadily.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s convoy stopped in a flat wasteland.
They couldn’t move on.
Their pursuers had arrived and their enemies were blocking ahead.
The Sword Pavilion Elder stood up and walked out of the carriage to stand on the carriage frame.
Han Muye stood beside him.
All the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect slowly gathered and protected the carriage.
Han Muye looked down.
‘Are you afraid?’
Afraid.
He could see that Jiang Han and the other outer sect disciples were all holding their swords tightly with nervous expressions.
Sun Dayong turned around and saw Han Muye looking at them. He grinned, but his nervous face was a little strange to be associated with this smile.
However, this strange feeling made Han Muye suddenly feel relieved.
This expression was much more amiable than those cultivators who had remained calm.
In the direction of the Nine Mystic Mountain, three resplendent sword lights pressed forward.
One was as light as water, but it washed away the clouds.
This was the the Water lineage Grand Elder, half-step Heaven Realm expert, Zhang Zhihe.
One sword light was a lush green tree merged with the mountain range.
This was the Wood lineage Grand Elder, Wu Ziyuan, who was at the peak of the Core Formation realm.
The last sword light was cold. As it flickered, it was as if the world had been split apart.
It was the Golden lineage Grand Elder who was at the peak Core Formation realm, Lu Hao.
The three half-step Heaven Realm experts of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were 2,000 miles away from the Nine Mystic Mountain, facing the three Grand Elders of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.
Before they even attacked, their auras had already clashed.
Looking at the entangled and colliding clouds, the Sword Pavilion Elder said softly, “It seems that the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect also wants to be a chess player and not a chess piece.”
They did not really attack, but could control the overall situation. This was a chess player.
The real chess pieces were the two Grand Elders of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.
It was enough.
Two streams of light tore through the sky and rushed towards the convoy with a bang.
No one could stop a Core Formation expert!
“Great Spiritual Sword Sect’s Xia Yunyang, Zhang An, requests to send the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Gao Changgong to his death.”
The Sword Pavilion Elder had said the same thing before.
A few days ago, the Sword Pavilion Elder killed Mu Tieyang with a single sword strike, causing the Great Spiritual Sword Sect to change overnight and merge with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.
That day, the two Grand Elders of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect were returning this sentence.
The Sword Pavilion elder stood on the carriage with his hands behind his back. His expression was calm as he looked at the sky.
“If you want my life, it’s enough to send a strong man. I’m flattered by today’s lineup.”
The Sword Pavilion Elder’s voice was extremely calm.
“You killed my Sword Sect’s Grand Elder, Mu Tieyang, and violated the rules to use the Prairie Fire Sword Technique. Gao Changgong must die today. The Nine Mystic Sword shall be taken away by me!”
In the sky, a strong wind blew. The sword light turned into a long rainbow, as if it could directly shatter mountains and rivers from thousands of kilometers away.
“Roar—”
Hundreds of miles away, a white tiger phantom soared into the sky.
The white tiger turned into a sword light and collided with a sword shadow in the sky. A roar resounded for thousands of kilometers.
The vague-looking sword light exploded. It was not flashy, but every strike shocked the hearts.
Tuoba Cheng.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Earth lineage Three Stones Pavilion Elder, Tuoba Cheng, used the Spirit Awakening Realm and condensed his sword aura to fight against a half-step Heaven Realm expert without retreating at all!
“Xia Yunyang, how is it? You can’t even lift your sword in front of me back then!”
“You want to kill the Sword Pavilion Elder and take the Nine Mystic Sword away? Bullshit!”
“If you give me a hundred years, I’ll still kill you like a dog!”