Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The place where the Dao fought had completely become a vortex.

Holding the spear, Han Muye raised his hand and unsheathed the long sword in the Infinite Unity Sword Case.

Sword lights scattered and directly shattered the three spiritual lights.

"Formless."

The long sword appeared in front of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator in a green robe. His head and face were emitting a faint red halo.

The sword was too fast for the Divine Transformation Realm cultivator to dodge. He could only weave the spiritual light and treasure light around his body to form a defense in front of the sword.

"Slash—"

All the spiritual light was torn apart like white paper.

The long sword slashed across the waist of the Divine Transformation Realm cultivator, bringing with it a puff of golden blood.

The sword light left in an instant. The Divine Transformation Realm cultivator turned pale and left.

This sword strike contained the power of the soul that was difficult to resist. It seemed to have only injured his body, but it had actually broken through his soul defense.

If he did not leave now, his soul would be lost and he would not be able to leave.

One sword strike had injured a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.

This was Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic.

Han Muye should have a place in this world.

He pressed down on the Immortal Treasure Spear with his hand. The long sword turned formless and shook around his body.

Behind him was the Heavenly Sword Shadow. Below it, three million sword cultivators formed a formation.

At this moment, Han Muye stood proudly in the sky like an immortal!

So what if the Sages of the Immortal Spirit World came? Could they fight?

Countless cultivators below looked up and felt their hearts surge.

This Heavenly Mystic Prime Minister was so powerful that he could only look up to him.

With him in Heavenly Mystic, what was there to worry about?

"Immortal…"

Below, someone whispered.

"Immortal…"

Someone shouted.

"Immortal…"

Countless voices gathered.

At this moment, the remaining two Divine Transformation Realm cultivators who were about to attack retreated in panic.

Their morale soared and they collapsed without a fight.

They had no chance of winning. If they did not retreat, their lives would be in danger.

The Divine Transformation Realm cultivators fled in defeat. The aura of the Heavenly Mystic World cultivators reached their peak. Their blood, qi, and spiritual qi transformed into a long dragon that was a million feet long and roared at the sky.

Han Muye raised his hand and the immortal treasure spear collided with the blood essence dragon.

The immortal treasure rolled and wanted to escape, but it was suppressed and devoured by the blood qi dragon.

Streaks of Qi and blood were injected, and spiritual qi was washed away. The spirit of the immortal treasure slowly fell silent.

When the blood dragon dissipated, the phantom of a thousand-foot-long spear floated in the air.

"Heavenly Mystic Minister Han actually took out this immortal treasure and turned it into a treasure that everyone can use…" Someone exclaimed in the void.

"With such a refinement of Qi and blood, even people in the Heavenly Mystic can use this treasure. As long as they have enough strength, this treasure can kill powerful enemies. How bold!"

He took out an immortal treasure that was hard to find in the world and became a treasure that everyone in the Heavenly Mystic could use.

Who in the cultivation world could be so generous?

A hundred birds in the forest were not as good as one bird in hand.

Cultivators were all selfish. Who would give a supreme treasure to an outsider?

But Han Muye could do it.

From now on, this immortal treasure spear would become the ultimate treasure of Heavenly Mystic.

All the Heavenly Mystic cultivators looked at Han Muye with fanaticism in their eyes.

Who wouldn\'t want to follow such an expert?

Cultivators also yearned for strength.

At this moment, everyone believed that Han Muye could lead them to the peak.

Han Muye\'s expression did not change as he looked up at the sky.

A spiritual light flashed over there.

"Buzz!"

A sword light pierced through the void.

Sword cultivators.

Beams of sword light condensed into a line and pierced through the void.

When these sword cultivators flew down to the battlefield, they saw a long sword that crossed the world, a spear that was thousands of feet long, and military formations with blood qi rushing into the sky.

Then, everyone\'s gaze fell on the white sword case and the figure standing in the air.

"Young Master Gu…"

A million sword cultivators from the Azure Travel Realm entered the realm and saw Han Muye standing in the air.

"Welcome to the Land of Dao Competition. My Heavenly Mystic World will be your backing from now on."

Han Muye\'s voice echoed for thousands of miles.

"Here, I\'m Han Muye, the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic Kingdom."

The sword cultivators of the Green Touring Region who had accepted his employment looked at each other and bowed.

"Greetings, Prime Minister Han."

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand. "I\'ll give you two hours to collect the treasures scattered here. After two hours, I\'ll bring you back."

Gather the treasures?

Spiritual light seemed to flash in the surrounding void. The group of sword cultivators dispersed in confusion.

"F*ck! 10,000 purple gold! I\'m rich! I\'m really rich!"

"My God, is this dream iron? Is it? Am I dreaming?"

Screams of astonishment rang out as sword cultivators frantically searched through the shattered void around them, wishing to overturn every inch of it in their desperation.

Han Muye stood quietly in the void. The sword cultivators, Daoist cultivators, and the demons of the Southern Wasteland all had calm expressions.

It was as if he was looking at a group of beggars.

It was all leftovers that everyone picked up. What good stuff can there be?

Millions for a spiritual material?

Occasionally 10 million for a spiritual pearl?

Are these little things worth shouting so loudly?

Country bumpkins.

Two hours later, these sword cultivators reluctantly gathered back.

A million-strong army, with a loose formation, spanned a hundred miles of space.

They were all incomparably excited. Almost everyone had gained something.

Even if they only picked up some scraps, they were still worth hundreds of thousands of spiritual rocks!

The Land of Dao Competition was truly a blessed land that was hard to find in the world!

At this moment, all the sword cultivators hired from the Azure Travel Realm felt a strange sense of belonging.

It was as if this was their home.

It was a place filled with treasures and spiritual rocks. No wonder there was a Dao competition here.

"Let\'s go."

Han Muye waved his hand and led the army forward.