Everyone left. Han Muye raised his hand and placed an array disk in front of him.
This thing was really necessary for home travel.
As he placed the spiritual rock on the formation disk, spiritual qi activated the array formation. A faint light screen rose and enveloped the space within 10 feet.
In this 10-foot-wide space, outsiders could not detect it, whether with their sight or divine sense.
On the contrary, Han Muye could still see everything outside.
Moreover, this light screen could block an attack at the third level of Qi Condensation.
However, this formation disk was not cheap. Not only did it cost more than 10,000 spiritual rocks, but every time it was activated, it also cost a middle-grade spiritual rock.
Ordinary low-level cultivators could not afford to use it.
A light screen rose, and Han Muye, who was inside, could cultivate in peace.
Sitting cross-legged, he probed his dantian with his divine sense.
The condensed sword intent trembled slightly, as if welcoming his divine sense.
This sword intent had a connection with his spiritual will.
This connection was something he had never felt before.
After his spiritual will and sword intent interacted for a while, Han Muye turned his attention to his Qi Sea.
If condensing the sword intent in the dantian was the greatest gain, the change in the sword intent in his sea of Qi was an even greater surprise.
At this moment, more than 80 sword intents were quietly floating in his sea of Qi.
In the center were two surging sword lights.
These two sword lights were red and green, and their halos were resplendent, as if they were about to transform into flying dragons.
Sword momentum!
It turned out that Han Muye thought that these two sword intents would never have a chance to transform into sword momentum.
Because it was impossible for him to gather so much sword intent.
He did not think that he would slowly transform these two sword intents into sword momentum.
However, after comprehending it today, he understood that sword momentum did not really have to be accumulated.
It was not only a quantitative change that could result in a qualitative change.
On the contrary, most sword cultivators in the world used qualitative changes to activate quantitative changes.
At this moment, the two sword lights in Han Muye’s sea of Qi had already formed sword momentum.
So, two more life-saving trump cards?
Han Muye smiled softly.
….
The red sun rose, and the roars sounded again.
The day before, the demonic beast army did not take down the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s camp, but today, the army gathered again.
Demonic Qi surged, and demon beasts surged like a tide.
At the foot of the mountain, sword lights and spiritual light rose.
For some reason, Tang Chi, who was holding a sword, turned his head gently to look behind him.
His eye twitched involuntarily.
The battle today would be even more intense than yesterday.
He needed to do his best to survive to prove his value.
But the person on the mountain had comprehended sword intent the night before.
To comprehend sword intent before reaching the Earth Realm, such talent would definitely be valued more by the Sword Sect.
It’s really tiring to compete with such a person… Tang Chi thought.
“Everyone, kill—”
With a wild roar, Tang Chi’s body was surrounded by sword light as he flew forward.
Shouts and shouts filled the entire frontline.
That is—
Han Muye, who had been calm, suddenly trembled and stood up.
In front of the army at the foot of the mountain, He Xuanqi, who was holding two swords, strode out. The sword light in front of him was like a dragon as it rushed towards the demonic beasts that were charging forward.
He Xuanqi was not the only one. Beside him were several disciples of the Sword Sect who had asked Han Muye for guidance last night.
The sword lights in these people’s hands were magnificent and resplendent as they rolled forward.
Their aura was not much weaker than Tang Chi’s team in the center.
“Boom—”
The sword light in Tang Chi’s hand collided with the black-armored, tiger-headed demon in front of him. The two of them were surrounded by spiritual energy and demonic qi.
On the other side, He Xuanqi, who had killed several demonic beasts, also collided with a skinny rat demon.
He Xuanqi suppressed the demon with the sword light in his hands, forcing it to resist with all its might.
The battle today was much more intense than the day before.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect actually had the momentum to counter attack.
In the distance, countless Western Frontier cultivators were looking at the battle line of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect below.
“Boom—”
In the sky, a black light turned into a hundred-foot-long beast and crashed towards Tang Chi.
This dark light beast was in the shape of a black lion. It flew down in midair and roared with astral qi.
Core Condensation Great Demon!
Only those of the same level could defeat such a great demon.
On the hill guarded by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, a green-robed figure flew up to welcome him.
“Lion Roar, we’re considered old friends. Why do you have to make things difficult for the little guys?” Sun Mu, who was waving his sleeve and shining with sword light, laughed as he waved his sword.
“Hum—”
Sun Mu’s sword light shattered the Black Cloud Lion, revealing a burly man with a shaggy lion head.
“Old Man Sun, I’ll break your bones sooner or later.”
The burly man stared fiercely at Sun Mu as he blocked Sun Mu’s sword light with a black staff.
As the Core Formation cultivators clashed, demonic qi and sword light scattered. Whether it was the human cultivators or the demon beasts below, they all consciously distanced themselves.
It couldn’t be helped. Even if two or three sword lights and demonic qi were scattered, they could still kill low-level cultivators.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and stared at the two cultivators fighting.
Sun Mu’s sword technique was simple, and every move was well-trained.
The great demon named Lion Roar waved the long staff in his hand. It seemed to have no pattern, but it was actually a simple move.
After reaching the Core Formation realm and condensing a Great Dao Golden Core, every move he made revealed the power of the Heavenly Dao.
Be it cultivators or demons, they relied more on the Heaven and Earth powers than their own strength.
Observing the battle between the two great cultivators, Han Muye had a new understanding of the fighting methods of the strong.
Many of the images that he had taken for granted before slowly shattered.
The battle on the second day also lasted until sunset.
Sun Mu and Lion Roar stopped and returned.
Below, those demonic beasts slowly turned around under the command of the demon experts, while the human cultivators cleaned up the battlefield.
“Senior Brother Han.” Sun Mu landed on the cliff and looked at Han Muye.
He followed the rules of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and called the Sword Pavilion Master this way.
“I know that Senior Brother Han’s alchemy methods are extraordinary. You can refine rare immortal-grade pills in the Western Frontier.”
Sun Mu lowered his voice and looked in the direction of the demons in the distance.
“I want to ask you to help me refine an Immortal Grade Pill.” His eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he said in a low voice, “If I can catch Lion Roar off guard and kill him, I’m confident that my cultivation will improve.”
At this point, a suppressed emotion flashed across his face. “I feel like there’s a chance for a breakthrough.”
Breakthrough!
Sun Mu’s cultivation had been stagnant for a hundred years, and there was no possibility of improvement.
He did not expect that he could actually feel the opportunity to break through now.
Han Muye nodded and said, “I know how to refine pills, but I don’t have any spiritual herbs.”
The spiritual herbs he had obtained from Bai Suzhen had all been refined into pills.
The pills were already refined in his dantian.
Even if he wanted to open the furnace now, he did not have any spiritual herbs.
“I have more.”
Sun Mu took out a small cloth bag and carefully handed it over. He said softly, “These are the spiritual herbs needed for the two furnaces of Purple Jade Pills.
“When I broke through back then, I took a shortcut, so my soul power was weak.
“If I could have an immortal-grade Purple Jade Pill.” Sun Mu clenched his fists, his eyes filled with desire.
As if thinking of something, he scratched his head and looked at Han Muye in embarrassment. “Well, Senior Brother Han, I don’t have any treasures on me.”
Han Muye was about to say that he was willing to help him refine for free when Sun Mu took out a small box.
“This is an ancient sword pill I got. There are fewer people using the Sword Pill now. Keep this Sword Pill as a toy. If you play with it or refine it, you can also obtain many high-quality spiritual materials.”
Sword Pill.
Han Muye’s gaze fell on the small open box.
Inside the box was a light red jade pill that flickered with a faint sword light.
The moment Sun Mu took out the small box, the two sword pills in Han Muye’s dantian had already trembled slightly.
This was one of the 48 Heavenly Sword Pills of Sword Master Yuan Tian!
Taking a deep breath, Han Muye reached out and took the small box and the bag containing the spiritual medicine.
“Alright, I’ll help you refine the Purple Jade Pill.”
After saying that, he raised his hand and summoned the array disk. The spirit stones were pressed into it, and spiritual light rose, turning into a light screen.
The light screen was isolated, and Han Muye’s gaze landed on the small box in his hand.
The third Sword Pill!
He didn’t expect to obtain the three sword pills of the ancient sword cultivators so quickly.
I wonder if I have a chance to recreate the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation that swept through the world?
After calming down, Han Muye put away the small box.
He had promised to help Sun Mu refine pills, so he naturally had to do it in advance.
“Bam—”
The pill furnace spun, and sword Qi entered the pill furnace. All kinds of spiritual herbs for refining the Purple Jade Pill floated in front of him.
Han Muye had an indescribable aura.
It was a confidence that came from the bone.
He was serious about refining pills.
After putting in the spiritual herbs, the sword Qi entered the furnace to decompose the medicinal power and shatter the impurities.
The entire step was as steady as an old dog.
More than an hour later, the pill furnace shook, and three resplendent pills spun.
He raised his hand and put away the pills. Three Purple Jade Pills surrounded by spiritual light appeared in his palm.
This time, he only used a furnace of spiritual herbs. Naturally, there were only three pills.
He put away two and stored the remaining one in a jade bottle. Han Muye waved his hand and removed the light screen activated by the formation disk.
“How’s that?”
Sun Mu, who was standing ten feet away, hurriedly spoke.
Han Muye smiled.
Sun Mu patted his forehead and said, “Sigh, what a mess.”
Han Muye smiled and handed over the jade bottle. He said softly, “Fortunately, I didn’t disappoint you.”
It’s done!
Sun Mu took the jade bottle with trembling hands and held it tightly, as if he was afraid that it would run away.
“Thank you, thank you.” Sun Mu cupped his hands at Han Muye and turned to leave.
Han Muye had seen this look of extreme joy from the itinerant cultivator, Guan Chaosheng, the last time he refined the Purple Jade Pill.
Anyone who had wasted a hundred years would not be able to remain calm at this moment.
Watching Sun Mu leave, Han Muye raised the screen of the array disk and took out the small box.
He reached out and held the sword sphere inside.
Spiritual energy and sword Qi poured into the sword pill.
“Hum—”
The sword pill vibrated, and spiritual light began to circulate.
This sword pill was the best-preserved of the three sword pills. It had been cleansed by sword Qi.
Unlike the first sword pill, which had been lost for countless years.
It was not like the second sword pill that landed directly underground and was wrapped in a layer of spiritual ore.
The sword Qi entered the sword pill, and an image appeared in Han Muye’s mind.
“Boom—”
“None of you otherworldly cultivators can leave today.”
A young man in a green robe with a jade belt around his waist slowly stepped out.
The young man raised his hand, and a slightly illusory sword light appeared.
“Sword of the Soul! Sword Pavilion Inheritance!”
Han Muye couldn’t help but exclaim softly.