Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The thunder is radiant, and the blood is soaring to the sky!

As Qian Yiming's military order was issued, the entire Southern Wilderness began to shake!

The 800,000 Chiyan Army and 100,000 Xuanyang Guards who fought in the Southern Wilderness were ordered to return to Zhongzhou.

When these armies, who had been tempered in blood and fire for decades, set foot on the land of Zhongzhou, a light surged between heaven and earth.

Fighting intent and suffocation, condensed endless killing visions, and turned into various magical beasts.

This is an army with a hundred battles, and it comes with full killing intent.

"This is, it's going to start a bloody storm..." An old man standing on the border of Zhongzhou raised his head and whispered softly.

Behind him, several middle-aged practitioners nodded.

"Ancestor, since Qian Yiming's army has turned around, he must kill people, but in this round, can he and Prime Minister Han win?" a middle-aged man in a blue robe with a gray-black long sword hanging from his waist asked. .

"Yeah, Prime Minister Wen has never been so ruthless. This Prime Minister Han has not yet entered the phase, so he is killing him like this. Can he sit still?" Another young man in white robe also spoke up.

No one thought that Han Muye would act directly before entering the imperial city.

Is this arrogance, or is it Li Wei?

For Daomen and various forces, the choice at this time is also a dilemma.

For those who comply, many people may be unwilling. After all, Han Muye's prestige is far worse than Wen Mosheng's.

If he doesn't comply, he will inevitably become Han Muye's prestige object.

The old man standing in front shook his head, with a hint of deepness in his eyes: "I don't know what to do with this old man, it depends on whether Qian Yiming and Han Xiang can stabilize the situation."

"If it can be done, I will naturally go to the imperial city."

"If it doesn't work..."

Not finished.

Needless to say.

If Qian Yiming fails to suppress the Taoist sect, the new Prime Minister's prestige will be damaged, and Tianxuan will be in chaos for at least a hundred years.

The key is when the Dao struggle, how can it be possible to stabilize the general trend for a hundred years?

The biggest possibility is that the rise of Taoism will lead Tianxuan to fall to the fairy world and destroy Tianxuan.

At that time, among the Tianxuan Daomen, there might be many great cultivators who took this opportunity to be promoted, or it was not impossible to even become a Daoist!

In the southeast of Zhongzhou, Baiyue County.

Above the vast mountains, aura flashed.

One by one, the great repairers of the heavenly realm stood in mid-air, looking forward.

A hundred miles in front, blood and spiritual light are intertwined, and even more arrogant energy is entangled.

That is Qian Yiming's army.

"This Han Muye is really arrogant to the extreme. He was consecrated at Guanjiangkou back then, and he has already met my Zhongzhou Daomen. Today—" A black-bearded Daoist with a long sword gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

Before he finished speaking, someone beside him said lightly, "If you don't agree, you can challenge him yourself."

challenge?

Daoist Blackbeard's face stiffened.

He dare not.

The same sword cultivator, he knew how strong Han Muye's swordsmanship could be.

Overwhelming Donghai with a sword, how could he challenge such a character?

"Hmph, what's the point of saying such sarcastic remarks, there are so many people present today, even Qian Yiming's army dare not stop it." He pinched his neck and snorted coldly.

The presence of the strong Southeast Daomen, everyone is heaven.

So many people are here, just to see what Qian Yiming's army will do after entering Zhongzhou.

"Okay, don't argue, let's see the movement of the army." In front, an old man in white robe waved his hand, and everyone fell silent.

Yuancheng Zhenjun, Daomen great monk, entered Dao major repair, semi-sacred cultivation base.

No one in the room dared not listen to this opening.

In the entire Profound Sky, there are only a few who have entered the semi-sacred realm.

Among these people, nearly half are resident in the imperial city, under the command of Wen Mosheng.

There are only a few semi-sacred powerhouses who really control the Southeastern Daomen.

Yuancheng Zhenjun is considered to be the strongest among them.

The Songyuan Daoist Sect behind him is also one of the three major sects of the Southeast Daomen.

This time, various Taoist sects in the southeast quietly gathered masters to come and watch.

"True Monarch Yuancheng, I have met Han Muye twice. His Confucianism and Taoism are profound. He conferred gods in a single word, swordsmanship, and alchemy are also powers that reach the sky.

Beside Zhenjun Yuancheng, an old man with a ruddy face in a black robe spoke softly.

Being able to stand side by side with True Monarch Yuancheng, this person's cultivation will naturally not be bad, at least it is a major repair of God Transformation.

In the land of Taoism, turning God into a peak, possessing the power of turning God, is the top powerhouse in the world.

"Fellow Daoist Yuyan said that if Han Muye is really an ordinary person, Wen Mosheng will not let him inherit the phase." Zhenjun Yuancheng nodded and looked at the qi and blood aura in the distance.

"In this game, we can only bite the bullet and fight against it."

After Zhenjun Yuancheng finished speaking, his eyes gleamed, staring at the blood tiger transformed by qi and blood.

In the sky, a thousand-zhang blood tiger took shape, roared, and rushed into the mountains.

"Yes... Nanyuan Daozong!" Someone exclaimed.

True Monarch Yuancheng gritted his teeth, his breath surging: "Nanyuan Dao Sect is a firm and independent one in the Southeast Daomen, Yuanquan, and Yuangu two fellow Taoists are ethereal in nature."

The black-robed old man beside him nodded and said solemnly, "Nanyuan Daoist sect is not low in the Taoist sect, there is a mountain protection formation in the Nanyuan Mountain of the mountain gate, two Taoist friends are out of body cultivation, and there are three heavenly realms. ,hope--"

His voice just fell, and a golden light curtain has risen above the mountains in the distance.

Mountain guard.

They are all Taoist cultivators, and together with this large formation, everyone can judge the guardianship of the formation.

"Can resist the attack of the gods below the fifth level, as long as we hold it today, we will quietly support it." Yuancheng Zhenjun said in a low voice.

Behind him, everyone nodded silently.

Nanyuan Daozong resisted the returning army of Nanhuang for one day, and they quietly supported it again, dragging the army here.

After three or five days, seven or eight days later, even if Nanyuan Daozong was smashed, the morale of the army would also be drained.

If this is the case, it only takes seven or eight sects to work together to drag the army to the southeast border for three to five months. Could it be true that the new prime minister will not enter the imperial city for three to five months?

In fact, it doesn't take long, as long as the army suffers setbacks and the new prime minister loses face, the Southeast Daomen will win this round.

"Om-"

The sky roared.

Several phantoms of spiritual light appeared on the mountain protection formation of Nanyuan Daozong.

"Pindao Yuangu has seen the commander Qian, but I don't know what the commander is coming with the army. What does it mean?"

At this moment, everyone within a thousand miles turned their attention to the direction of Nanyuan Daozong.

"It's Nanyuan Daozong!"

"Qian Yiming's army turned around and chose Nanyuan Daozong at the first stop. Are they really going to do it?"

"Nanyuan Dao sect is also a major sect in the southeast. There are many strong people in the sect. In this battle, Qian Yiming may not be able to please!"

Some are excited, some are worried, some are indignant, some are looking forward to it.

After all, an outsider, watch the fun.

At this time, the one who really needs to make a decision is the Nanhuang guard commander, Qian Yiming.

Standing on the top of the blood tiger phantom, Qian Yiming pressed the long knife in his hand, with a grim expression on his face, and a killing intent flashed in his hands.

"By edict."

"Destroy disobedience."

The long knife was slowly unsheathed, and Qian Yiming's voice matched the tremor when the long knife was unsheathed.

Full of killing intent!

"When did my Nanyuan Dao Sect disobey—" Another figure shouted, and before he could finish speaking, Qian Yiming's long sword had already been cut off.

"kill!"

One word!

Come here today, just to kill!

"Roar--"

The blood tiger roared and slammed its head into the light array in front.

The golden light curtain trembled, but after a breath, it shattered into inch by inch pieces.

In front of the 800,000-strong Jagged Army formation, the mountain protection formation of Nanyuan Daozong was not much stronger than white paper.

"Bound—"

"Lock--"

Above the Nanyuan Dao sect, the two out-of-body cultivators shouted at the same time, the aura in their hands turned into ropes and chains, shrouding the bloody tiger head on.

Qian Yiming's body moved and flew down directly. The long knife in his hand carried the power of collapsing mountains, and he slashed down with one knife!

The blade light triggered the power of heaven and earth, and instantly hit the two hundred-zhang phantoms of the out-of-body major repair.

"boom--"

Cut in two!

No fancy knife skills, simple to the extreme.

After the knife, the two out-of-body cultivators quickly retreated, showing a trace of fear on their faces.

Qian Yiming, the commander of Xuan Yangwei, who was not well-known in Zhongzhou and was completely suppressed by Butcher Lu, was able to smash the ghosts of the two of them with one knife?

Such combat power has exceeded their expectations!

Qian Yiming had a long sword in his hand, and then he slashed again with one sword.

This time, he hacked the mountain gate of Nanyuan Daozong.

The blade is like a drum, driving the wind and clouds.

At this moment, the power between heaven and earth converged into a hundred-mile-long sword, slashing down!

"boom--"

The entire Nanyuan Mountain was shattered by landslides and rubble!

With one slash, a hundred-zhang crack that stretched for thousands of miles appeared, connecting Nanyuan Mountain to the mountain range that followed, splitting it in half with one slash.

The mountain gate of Nanyuan Daozong was also divided into two halves.

The mountain protection formation, where the sect was stationed, was divided into two halves and no longer survived.

The blood tiger roared again, with a long hiss, and its figure crashed directly into the broken mountain gate, and then dissipated, turning into a blood-colored army.

Ten people form a team, cooperate with each other, form a small battle formation, a hundred people form an army formation, a thousand people form a large formation, ten thousand people, a hundred thousand people form an army, suppress the entire Nanyuan Mountain, and all the auras are locked.

Blades, spears, move forward like cutting wheat.

When the army broke through the mountain gate, what was waiting was the massacre.

It is the powerhouse in the realm, and at this time, he can only watch this scene.

"You. You, you, you are trying to destroy my Nanyuan Taoist sect inheritance legal system--" Yuanquan Taoist shouted up to the sky, his voice was tragic and tragic, and his spiritual light turned golden.

This is to push the power to the extreme. The power of the soul and primordial spirit of the out-of-body major repair is integrated with the body, and the combat power is doubled, regardless of the path of cultivation.

Not only him, Taoist Yuangu next to him, and several other Heavenly Realm and Half-Step Heavenly Realm, all of them are the fusion of Yuanshen and Yuanying fleshly body, mobilizing the strongest force, and then towards Qian Yiming below. rush away.

If they do not die today, the sect will be destroyed, and they will become a rootless fountain.

Looking at the two out-of-body cultivators rushing towards him, as well as a group of Nanyuan Daoist masters, Qian Yiming showed a smile on his face.

After fighting in the Southern Wilderness for too long, the bloody aura on the knife was too heavy.

At this time, all the evil spirits are boiling.

"cut."

His knife was raised.

As he raised the knife, all the troops on the formation, blood condensed into a stream.

With the strength of an army of 800,000 people, it will be slashed with one sword!

The light of the sword shone, and the void in front of him was shattered with a single sword. Two out-of-body masters, three heavenly realms, eight half-step heavenly realms, and five golden elixir of eight layers, all shattered and merged into nothingness!

This sword brought together the strength of the Southern Wilderness army and showed the strength of the army.

"boom--"

Between heaven and earth, aura shines into the sea.

This is the fact that the powerhouses of the heavenly realm have fallen too many times at one time, and the power of feeding back is too strong.

Half of the sky, turned into golden red!

The shining knife light and the golden aura reflected each other, which could not be dissipated.

Three knives.

From start to finish, Qian Yiming made three swords.

One slash to cut the shadow of the primordial spirit, one slash to break the Nanyuan Daozong mountain gate, one slash, to cut the sky and overhaul!

In the distance, Zhenjun Yuancheng and the others all looked solemn and twitched.

Many people clenched their fists, trying their best to stop the chill in their hearts.

From the formation of the blood tiger and rushing into Nanyuan Mountain to the collapse of the Nanyuan Daoist Sect, the whole process took only a quarter of an hour.

A powerful sect that has been inherited for thousands of years and has a major repair from the body, was directly swept away by the mountain gate and cut off the inheritance!

"When, seriously, destroy the Nanyuan Dao Sect?" A Taoist in a green robe paled and said in a low voice.

The strength of the sect behind him is far worse than that of the Nanyuan Dao sect.

Nanyuan Dao Sect was destroyed in a battle, can the sect behind him be able to hold it?

Within a thousand miles, countless practitioners widened their eyes.

The fluctuation of spiritual energy between heaven and earth cannot deceive people.

A large sect of Taoism was destroyed in a quarter of an hour.

Is this the power of the Southern Wilderness Army?

"If, like this, old man..." Above the bluestone, the old man with a faint breath of the power of a cultivator in the sky whispered to himself.

Behind Zhenjun Yuancheng, the eyes of many people began to flicker.

Zhenjun Yuancheng took a deep breath, and his face showed a stern look: "There are three thousand in the Southeast Daomen, I see if Qian Yiming is going to destroy them one by one."

"He will either sweep the army day by day, or spread the conquest."

"It takes ten years for the army to clean up the three thousand gates."

"Disperse to conquer, I think his army of millions can be divided into several divisions."

Some of the eight counties in the southeast are Daomen.

Today, Qian Yiming's iron-blooded method can shock thousands of miles, but it cannot shock all Taoist sects.

Daomen and the new Han Xiang are fighting against each other, and they are fighting for the general trend, but they do not really want to stop Qian Yiming here.

As long as Qian Yiming couldn't quickly wipe out Zhongzhou, and as long as Han Muye entered the imperial city, and there was still a heaven outside the imperial city, Daomen would win.

Yuan Chengzhen's words made everyone silent.

In this round, Qian Yiming's iron-blooded destruction of Nanyuan Dao Sect shocked them in the end.

Even if Qian Yiming's army was dragged here, as Zhenjun Yuancheng said, it would be dragged by the lives of the disciples of various sects.

"True monarch, can't I gather the strong men of Taoism and directly kill this Qian Yiming?" A middle-aged Taoist in a white robe said in a deep voice.

"Yes." The divine light in Zhenjun Yuancheng's eyes flashed, word by word: "As long as he divides his troops, today, this monarch will directly shoot."

Get started!

It turned out that everyone came here today to assassinate Qian Yiming!

Until this time, everyone knew the true intention of Yuancheng Zhenjun.

Qian Yiming can sweep the Nanyuan Dao Sect with an army, but it is impossible to wipe out the Southeast Daomen one by one.

The only way is to divide the troops everywhere.

Everyone thought that Zhenjun Yuancheng meant that after dividing the troops, they would intercept them everywhere.

Only now do they understand that as long as Qian Yiming divides his troops, it will be his death!

Far above the flying boat a million miles away, looking at the large army gathered in formation after sweeping away the Nanyuan Daozong Mountain Gate in the light curtain, Yun Duan raised his head and said, "Mr. Han, what will the army behind you do?"

Han Muye's gaze fell on the light curtain.

On it, the blood tiger phantom has begun to manifest.

A deep aura flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly, "Not moving."

Yun Duan was stunned for a moment, a look of confusion flashed across his face.

Above the light curtain, the blood tigers reunited.

Qian Yiming, standing on the head of the blood tiger, raised his hand slowly.

"The ministries obey orders."

At this moment, the situation in the southeast is changing.

In the distance, Zhenjun Yuancheng narrowed his eyes.

Behind him, all the Taoist powerhouses held their breath.

As long as Qian Yiming's army is divided, it is time for them to take action.

"The whole army listens to the order and repairs it in place-"

Qian Yiming's voice resounded.

The blood tiger disappeared instantly, and the army dispersed.

Yuancheng Zhenjun and the people behind him showed dull expressions on their faces.

Countless cultivators who are paying attention to this side are all at a loss.

Play?

The new prime minister is waiting for Qian Yiming to sweep the world, and countless sects are waiting.

As a result, after you assembled this army and destroyed a large sect, did you not leave?

trim?

"What does this mean?" Thousands of miles away, a Taoist man in a green robe showed surprise on his face.

"Perhaps, he is waiting for our Taoist door?" A white-bearded old man stroked his long beard lightly with a smile on his face.

Everyone else turned to look at him.

"Qian Yiming came from a big family in the imperial city, and he used to be able to steer with the wind."

"He wiped out Nanyuan Dao Sect in the first battle, and he has given Xin Guoxiang a treat."

"As for what to do later, it depends on our Taoist's intentions."

The old man chuckled softly, his face even more smirking.

"This Qian Yiming is really an interesting guy."

"This business can be done."

Business?

Many people showed joy on their faces.

As long as the family and country affairs are made into business, everything will be easy.

Daomen is used to doing business.

"Then, get in touch with this Qian Commander?" Someone whispered.

On the mountains in the distance, the two old men sitting opposite each other gently moved the chess pieces in front of them.

"Qian Yiming's move should be to increase the chips in his hand." The old man holding the black piece dropped a piece, and then said lightly.

"Well, I also have this intention." On the opposite side, Bai Zi fell, and the old man in green robe spoke.

Heizi landed in a corner, forming a strangulation against Baizi.

The old man with Heizi chuckled lightly: "Then let's get in touch, no matter what the request is, I will agree."

"As long as you can kill the big dragon and a little clown, it's not a problem."

The black-robed Taoist said, stood up and looked towards the void in front of him.

"When Han Muye can't hold back the general trend of the Profound Sky, and mobilizes Wen Mosheng to return, the army of the Immortal Spirit World in front counterattacks, and the far-fetched go straight into the Profound Sky homeland. At that time, the Daoist struggle will be stabilized."

The old man in green robe laughed, looking at the chessboard situation that was about to become clear in front of him, his eyes were filled with hatred.

"Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism have suppressed my Taoism for tens of thousands of years, leaving me with nowhere to practice."

"The hatred of the cessation of Taoism, even if Confucianism and Taoism are extinguished 10,000 times, will not understand the fire in my heart."

The black-robed old man nodded and said softly, "Come on, come on..."

On the flying boat a million miles away, Yun Duan looked at Han Muye with a solemn expression.

Qian Yiming's army was rectified and stopped.

The transfer of Qian Yiming's army back to Zhongzhou was the second edict of Han Muye's new state minister.

Qian Yiming dared to go against it. What kind of prestige would Han Muye's edicts have in the future?

"Han Xiang, why don't I let Gongsun Shu go." Yun Duan took a breath and said in a deep voice.

Gongsun Shu was in the imperial city at this time.

A strong man who has become a semi-saint in the way of swordsmanship, his combat power is the pinnacle of this world.

Han Muye raised his eyes to look at Yun Duan: "Where should Gongsun Shu go?"

Yun Duan looked at him, but did not answer.

Han Muye slowly stood up and walked outside the flying boat.

"You thought Qian Yiming betrayed me, so you dispatched Gongsun Shu to kill him and retake the army?"

Han Muye's voice came.

Yun Duan did not answer.

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Han Muye stood outside the cabin of the flying boat, looking at Yunjuan Yunshu in front of him.

"Confucianism and Taoism have been in charge of Tianxuan for too long, and everyone has become accustomed to this order."

"I'm here to break this order."

"Wen Xiang is Wen Xiang, I am me."

Han Muye spoke lightly, and there were flashes of spiritual light and divine light on his body.

All overlooked one thing.

Han Muye's research on the divine way, the power of the divine way in his hands, is unmatched in the Profound Sky World!

Even Huang Tingshu, who achieved the status of a saint with Shinto at the beginning, was no more profound than Han Muye's practice of Shinto.

The perfection of Dahuang Court is also credited to Han Muye.

"I'm very curious. I, Han Muye, have a bit of a reputation in Tianxuan. Why does everyone think that I will put all the pressure on Qian Yiming?"

Han Muye spoke lightly, with a calmness in his voice.

This sentence made Yun Satin full of surprise.

yes!

The successors appointed by the prime minister, Kendo, Confucianism, and Dan Tao are all powerful people that are hard to find in this world.

Why is such a genius person ignored by everyone?

unless--

Unless he does it on purpose!

Yun Duan stood up with a smile on her face, walked to Han Muye's side, and looked up and down.

"Sir Han, you did all this on purpose, right?"

"You brought together the power of the Southeast Daomen, and everyone's eyes are on Qian Yiming. There must be other purposes."

It's just that Yun Duan didn't know what purpose Han Muye had.

However, he would know right away.

The power of the divine way on Han Muye's body became more and more solid.

The way of heaven and the way of the gods are in harmony, and the golden divine light shone toward the surroundings.

Around the flying boat, one after another divine light turned into beams of light.

Yun Duan widened his eyes and looked at these beams of light.

"This, this is where the royal family is enshrined, and where the Xuanyangwei royal guard is guarding."

"You, have you marked the locations of all the practitioners in the heavenly realm?"

Turning his head and looking into the distance, two beams of light were revealed in the mountains a hundred miles away.

It's just that the color of the divine light of these two beams of light is different from the golden beam of light on the flying boat.

One pale yellow, one pale red.

"Those who cherish Tianxuan are golden."

"Those who are rebellious in their hearts are red."

Han Muye spoke softly.

The divine light spreads, a hundred miles, a thousand miles, a thousand miles, a hundred thousand miles, a million miles, a thousand miles!

The entire Zhongzhou is covered with divine light!

At this moment, none of the practitioners above the Heavenly Realm in the Profound Sky World can escape!

Whether you are in famous mountains and rivers, or in uninhabited valleys.

No, you are in the depths of the heavily guarded sect, or under the cliff.

Whether it is a hundred years in seclusion, or a thousand years in seclusion, as long as there is still a breath of heaven, there will be a beam of light that supports the sky above your head!

Yuancheng Zhenjun slowly turned his head.

Behind him, beams of light appeared above the heads of the major cultivators.

He and several of the out-of-body powerhouses were red with light beams, while the others were pale red, and some pale red and pale yellow were intertwined.

The black-robed old man beside him had both red and yellow.

At a glance, Zhenjun Yuancheng already understood the meaning of this beam of light, and then his heart was full of chills.

"So, among us, not all of us want to be the enemy of Confucianism and Taoism?" He turned to look at the old man beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Yuyan, so far, you still have the idea of ​​colluding with Confucianism and Taoism?"

There was murderous intent on him.

The black-robed old man raised his head and looked at the beam of light above his head.

A look of daze flashed across his face, then turned firm again.

As his gaze changed, the golden halo in the beam of light was even more solid.

"Hehe, if it wasn't for the appearance of this beam of light, I really don't know, I have long been willing to compromise." The black-robed old man shook his head, and his face flashed with emotion.

He glanced at the beams of light above the practitioners' heads, and then said softly, "That's true."

"Most of the daoists from the major sects in the southeast have strong rebellious intentions in their hearts, but I, who came from a small sect like me, don't seem to have much rebellious intentions."

"Perhaps in our opinion, we should respect Confucianism and Taoism or hold Taoism as the main thing, and what we get is almost the same..."

In front of him, those practitioners with different colors and shades of light beams above their heads slowly backed away unconsciously, each looking for the same color and standing together.

More than 20 heavenly realms were divided into three pieces at once.

The firm red beam of light has five, and the pale red is ten, and they stand in one place.

Five, half red and half yellow, stand together.

The eight with more pale yellows quietly retreated.

True Monarch Yuancheng's killing intent surged, and his eyes swept across the few heavenly cultivators with yellow beams of light above their heads.

Several of them also looked alert.

"True Monarch Yuancheng, this is not the time of our civil strife, look at Qian Yiming's army..." The black-robed old man sighed, turning his head to look in the direction of the collapsed Nanyuan Mountain ahead.

Everyone turned to look.

Among Qian Yiming's army, there were also golden beams of light emerging.

A total of more than forty golden beams of light shone into one piece.

Then, these golden beams of light left in twos and threes, leading the army to various places.

The crusade against rebellion begins.

But at this time, Yuancheng Zhenjun and the others were unable to act.

Because they themselves can't believe it.

Because, Qian Yiming's army is already running towards this side!

With a beam of light as a guide, the strong in the heavens are like bright lights!

Within thousands of miles, the beam of light can be clearly seen.

Red, pale red, red and golden, and golden.

Three hundred and sixty-one sword lights flew out, turned into sword formations, and fell towards Zhenjun Yuancheng.

In the edict written by Han Muye himself, the power of heaven and earth is combined with the power of swordsmanship.

At this moment, whether it is Taoist Yuyan or other heavenly realms, they all choose to step back.

No way, the power displayed on this sword formation is too strong, they don't even have the courage to face it.

"boom--"

Sword formation, wrapping Yuancheng Zhenjun.

The sword light condensed into a blood red.

...

Heaven, there are no secrets.

Above the mountains in the distance, the faces of the two old men who played chess were extremely solemn.

Above the heads of the two, there are also beams of light interweaving and shining.

It's just that the beams of light above the two people's heads are all golden and red.

The powerhouses at the top of the Taoist sect have no firm heart of rebellion.

This makes those other Daoist disciples who are obedient and desperate to fight for the Daoist self-reliance look at it?

"Brother Gu, I tried it just now. This beam of light uses the power of heaven and earth to attract the power of the Divine Dao. I can't cover it up." The black-robed old man who held the black chess said softly during the game.

The old man in green robe opposite him nodded and said, "The power of the divine way is in harmony with the heavens and the earth, and our words and deeds resonate with it. Therefore, our thoughts will be judged."

Looking at the beam of light above him and the other party, the old man in green robe shook his head: "For those of us who have learned about cause and effect, we only have our own avenues in our hearts, so we will all be judged by Heavenly Dao as half-rebellious and half-close."

What he said was the truth.

The superiors are all about interests.

With countless creatures as chess pieces, he has no firm position.

Everything is based on self-interest.

This is the big monk.

"Tianxuan Xinxiang, it's really amazing..." The black-robed old man looked up to the sky and sighed. The beam of light that had originally been intertwined with gold and red on his body slowly turned into mostly gold, with light red.

"It seems that the Imperial City is going to visit."

The old man in green robe nodded, and the beam of light on his body also changed rapidly.

In the entire Zhongzhou, no one would have thought that the newly-appointed Prime Minister Han Muye would directly solve the problem of the position of the Sky Profound powerhouse by such means.

But three days later, countless Zongmen Tianjing left and rushed to the imperial city.

They had to wait outside the imperial city before Han Muye entered the imperial city.

In the past three days, many Heavenly Realm overhaulers with red beams of light fell into madness, and then did many extreme things, and were finally killed by their own sect powerhouses or other powerhouses.

The beams of light on more heavenly cultivators slowly changed, and when they set out for the imperial city, the beams of light turned all yellow.

Among the various sects, many disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

No one wants to be the next Nanyuan Daoist sect.

Among the various sects, there were also many disciples who could not change for a while and fell into madness and chaos.

The elder suzerain who stood firm in his own position, and the independent iron pole of Taoism, turned out to be a person who obeyed Confucianism and Taoism in his heart?

What they have always said, are they just lying to themselves?

In the past three days, countless Taoist disciples' Taoist hearts collapsed.

Qian Yiming's army besieged and killed Yuancheng Zhenjun, directly shocking all parties.

Half-Saints can also kill!

After that, the army killed a few more heavenly realms, and also slaughtered a few Taoist sects.

But compared to the general trend of the Three Thousand Daomen, the people he killed were only a drop in the bucket.

Although very depressed, he and his army had to seal the sword.

Because they have no enemy to find.

All the heavens go to the imperial city.

The heavenly powerhouses in their own army will also go to the imperial city.

Since all the sects and heavenly realms who possessed heavenly realm powerhouses went to the imperial city to express their submission to the new prime minister, then his Qian Yiming's task was considered complete.

Neither he nor the generals under his command would have imagined that a seemingly impossible task would end so successfully.

...

Han Muye's flying boat was 300,000 miles away from the imperial city.

In front, the golden beams of light have been connected into one piece.

In the distance, above the imperial city, golden beams of light intertwined, reflecting the sky into golden colors.

Everyone who came to the Daomen Tianjing outside the imperial city was pale and did not dare to look up.

Even the strongest sects of Taoism, when hundreds of people from the heavenly realm arrived at once, bowed their heads and dared not say a word.

The city is full of golden pillars!

From the direction of the Imperial City Academy to the Imperial Palace, various houses in the upper city, and several large camps, which place is not the beam of light reflecting the sky?

There are seven or eight people in one place, about ten people in the heavenly realm, and in the imperial city with a radius of 10,000 miles, there are countless beams of light in the heavenly realm overhauled.

Only the gold that shines through the sky and the earth can be seen.

"Mr. Han, there aren't so many heavenly realms in the imperial city, right?" Standing on the bow, Yun Duan said in a low voice.

As the new emperor of Tianxuan, she still has some understanding of the power in the imperial city.

There are many masters in the imperial city, and many Confucianism and Taoism, but there will never be so many.

Hearing his words, Han Muye chuckled lightly and said lightly, "I've shown it ten times more."

"Actually, if the heavenly realm stationed outside the world returns, it will far exceed these numbers."

The real powerhouses of Profound Sky are all outside the realm, and in this imperial city, only one-tenth of them are less than one-tenth.

If the strong return, it will indeed fill the city with golden beams of light.

As the flying boat moved forward, the spiritual light was intertwined with the power of heaven and earth, causing the general trend of the Profound Sky to surge.

At this moment, everyone inside and outside the imperial city was waiting.

Wait for the new prime minister to enter the imperial city.

This one has already used his iron-blooded means and magical power to prove that he has the qualifications to become the Prime Minister of Tianxuan.

Two hundred thousand miles.

One hundred thousand miles.

Fifty thousand miles.

Miles.

Outside the Imperial City!

The magnificent army greeted them, and the beams of light in the imperial city lined up out of the city, with a radius of thousands of miles, a golden beam of light.

At this moment, in this thousand-mile land, all the powerhouses of Zhongzhou gathered.

Yun Duan looked at the imperial city ahead and said softly, "Mr. Han, step into the imperial city, and you will become the most respected person in this world."

Beside her, Han Muye straightened his clothes, carried the black sword box on his back, and stepped out.

"Who said I was going to enter the imperial city?"

"Am I gathering so many Tianxuan powerhouses just to show my power?"

On Han Muye's body, the sword light rose.