Chapter 402 - Daoist Ju Shi, Heavenly Wolf Sword Pill (3)
Chapter 402: Daoist Ju Shi, Heavenly Wolf Sword Pill (3)
Han Muye also smiled.
Yes.
The Sword Intent and Dao Intent of these cultivators would be left behind, and he would slowly comprehend them in the future.
With these marks of intent, he wasn’t far from truly transforming a sword into 10,000 swords!
He had boasted that he would transform one sword into 10,000 swords to challenge the Eastern Sea.
“Boom!”
Han Muye’s sword light collided with the sword.
A magnificent light and shadow exploded.
The ferocious tiger sword aura behind Tuoba Cheng dissipated, and the snowy mountains above Deng Chungang’s head shattered.
Han Muye spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Western Frontier elites below turned pale.
In the distance, a long roar tore through the void with a loud sword light.
Daoist Ju Shi held his sword and looked down at Han Muye. He sneered. “The aptitude you’re so proud of is gone.
“Your cultivation has also been crippled by me.
“I’ll let you live and see if the weaklings you’re protecting will repay you.”
Destroyed his aptitude.
Crippled his cultivation.
Is such an immortal still an immortal? the elites wondered.
They looked up at Han Muye with complicated expressions.
Just a moment ago, they were still looking up at an untouchable being.
Now he had become a person without cultivation and talent.
This was how the world worked.
One could never guess what the next moment would be like.
Standing in the void, Han Muye, who was supported by the long feathers under his feet, chuckled and looked at the figure that was approaching from afar.
“Actually, you should have killed me with another strike.”
Daoist Ju Shi sneered at him and turned to leave.
He headed towards the great snowy mountains.
Over there was the Northern Region.
It was not the Western Frontier.
“Heavenly Wolf, you didn’t expect me to use the Western Frontier sects to escape, did you?
“Sword Venerable Yuan Tian asked you to protect the Western Frontier, but you let me come out alive.
“I’m in the Northern Region now. If you come, I’ll kill you.
“Without the support of the Western Frontier’s Heavenly Dao, killing you is easier than killing a dog.”
Loud laughter rang out from the snowy mountains.
“I will rule over the living beings of the Northern Region and come to the Western Frontier to kill at any time.
“Stay here if you can.
“Let’s see how long a sword spirit like you can keep wasting your sword intent!”
Wild laughter shook the snowy mountains, and there were avalanches everywhere.
A figure landed in the sky.
“Heavenly Wolf.” Daoist Dayan’s expression was complicated as he stared at the body.
Han Muye also looked up at the Heavenly Wolf, which was identical to Sword Venerable Yuan Tian.
Sword Venerable Yuan Tian’s first sword pill.
Heavenly Wolf that had accompanied Sword Venerable Yuan Tian for the longest time was assigned to guard the Western Frontier.
Heavenly Wolf stared at the snowy mountains for a moment, then looked coldly at the Golden Core cultivators in the clouds.
“A bunch of short-sighted things. They’re really courting death.”
The sword light on his body soared into the sky, and his gaze was like lightning. Anyone who looked at him would feel their hearts palpitate.
No one dared to look up.
These Golden Core cultivators felt wronged.
Who would have thought that the Spiritual Dao Sect’s Daoist Wan Hua would set up such a trap?
But now that Daoist Wan Hua was dead, they could only take the blame.
The Heavenly Wolf did not look at these Golden Core cultivators anymore and turned to look at Han Muye.
“Kid, I was originally prepared to hand the Western Frontier to you to guard and then go look for Master.
“What a pity…”
Heavenly Wolf shook his head, his eyes shining.
“Master’s mission must be completed. I must kill Daoist Ju Shi.”
With that, Heavenly Wolf turned into a stream of light and rushed to the north.
However, as soon as he crossed the Snowy Mountain and entered the Northern Region, he clearly slowed down.
The Northern Region had the Northern Region’s Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao of the Northern Region did not give the Heavenly Wolf unimaginable power like the Western Frontier.
“Haha, you really dare to come!”
Daoist Ju Shi’s long laughter rang out, followed by a series of explosions.
The sword light screamed and shook the world.
This was a chaotic battle between two great cultivators.
Even ordinary Heaven Realm experts would not be able to participate in such a battle.
“Hurry up and leave. If that senior is defeated, the Western Frontier will probably be plunged into misery and suffering.” In the clouds, a great Golden Core cultivator muttered before turning around and leaving.
The teleportation array in the sky had already dissipated, and the space restriction array had also dissipated. These Golden Core cultivators were free.
One figure after another flew away.
If Heavenly Wolf was defeated today, what the cultivators of the Western Frontier had to do was to quickly escape from the Western Frontier.
“I’m going to the Northern Region.”
Deng Chungang muttered and glanced at Han Muye. Then, a 10,000-foot snowy mountain gathered above his head and he flew up.
Han Muye understood.
Deng Chungang’s cultivation and combat strength borrowed the power of the Northern Region.
He could unleash much more powerful combat strength in the Northern Region.
Even if he couldn’t stop Daoist Ju Shi, he would still fight to protect the Northern Region.
Everyone had their own responsibilities.
Taking a deep breath and feeling the chaos of spiritual energy and sword intent in his body, Han Muye shook his head.
This time, his injuries were indeed not light.
The Immortal Spiritual Root was broken.
The cloud platform in his dantian was also shattered.
It seemed like he would have to refine two furnaces of Nine Revolution Cloud Lotus Pills to reconstruct his immortal spiritual root.
With the cloud platform in his dantian shattered, he would need to use a few Immortal Grade Pills to repair it.
They were all spiritual rocks…
This blow from Daoist ju Shi had cost him at least tens of millions of spiritual rocks.
He had to find a way to make up for it.
With just that half of the Dao Sword, there should be no objections, right?
He moved and the white feather under his feet flashed, bringing him into the north region.
Immortal Han also rushed into the Northern Region!
His aptitude and cultivation are already crippled, so what’s the point of going to the Northern Region? many people wondered.
Is he going to die?
Perhaps he’s really courting death?
Indeed, instead of wasting time and dying of old age, it’s better for such a person to die happily in battle!
They shook their heads and turned to leave.
They could not bear to see the fall of a genius.
Tuoba Cheng stood in front of the snowy mountains and clenched his fists tightly.
“Boom!”
At the peak of the snowy mountains, a loud explosion sounded.
Han Muye landed in the north and saw Heavenly Wolf being held back by a sword. His figure was swaying illusory.
Deng Chungang’s long sword had turned into a snowy mountain and smashed down. However, it was guided by the Dao Sword and shattered immediately. Then he spat out blood and retreated.
“Heavenly Wolf, I’ve said it before. The Heavenly Dao here is different from the Western Frontier. If you come, I’ll kill you like a dog.”
A cold expression appeared on Daoist Ju Shi’s face, then he turned to look at Han Muye.
“I gave you a chance.
“Too bad you didn’t grasp it.”
Han Muye nodded, took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes and muttered.
“The Heavenly Dao here is indeed different from the Western Frontier.
“This Heavenly Dao is the same as the Central Continent…”
Central Continent Heavenly Dao, world of Confucianism.
On Han Muye’s body, an extremely dense purple aura of the People’s Will interweaved with the dense golden Great Spirit qi, turning the entire northern region purple-gold!
The world shook.
The People’s Will and the Great Spirit condensed into a line. Between heaven and earth, a shadow with a crown and a long robe with big sleeves appeared.
Confucianism, Grandmaster Realm!
The Eight Treasures Ruyi in his hand turned into an ink brush. Han Muye chuckled. “I’ll give you a chance.
“If you can escape from my poem, I won’t kill you.”
He waved the ink brush and a golden light appeared.
“The scenery of the Northern Kingdom.
“Thousands of miles of ice—”
…
“It’s a pity that this poem is not complete.”