Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 379 - 10,000-Demon Token, Heavenly Crane Wings, True Dragon Bones

Chapter 379: 10,000-Demon Token, Heavenly Crane Wings, True Dragon Bones

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“Hehe, it’s a pity that he’s too young and has an exaggerated opinion of his own abilities.” On the Spiritual Dao Sect’s side, a Golden Core cultivator sneered. “Let’s see what else he can do after this strike.”

The legacy of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion was to cultivate diligently for 60 years and dominate with a single strike.

After this strike, he should be a mortal, right?

On the cloud, many people had complicated expressions.

With this sword move, they would have no regrets in this life.

Cultivation. Is it to pursue such an almighty sword move or to live a long life?

Living an ign.o.ble life, being suppressed by a large sect, unable to be free.

Countless people’s eyes were filled with indescribable emotions.

They were contemplating the Great Dao.

They wondered if there was something wrong with the Dao they cultivated.

“Boom!”

In the lake below, a spiritual light suddenly exploded.

Then endless green light rose and turned into a huge vortex that was a hundred miles wide. It rolled back and enveloped all the dragon boats and people.

“Secret Realm!” Daoist Wan Hua cried out in a low voice as his figure crashed downwards.

On the cloud, figures also rushed down.

However, by the time they crashed into Clear Lake, the vortex below had already disappeared.

Streaks of green light intertwined and spun on the water.

“This is an ancient sect’s trial formation?” A white-bearded old man raised his hand and slapped the azure light, revealing a regretful expression.

“T-This requires the power of teleportation to enter.”

The old man was stunned. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Daoist Wan Hua of the Spiritual Dao Sect.

“Fellow Daoist Wan Hua, is this one of the challenges in the Nine Sects Rearrangement Compet.i.tion?”

Yes?

It’s not.

Of course not.

This was originally discussed between the Spiritual Dao Sect and the demons. They used the power of blood sacrifice to activate the ancient ruins and search for the treasures inside.

This opportunity should belong to the Spiritual Dao Sect and the demon clans. At most, there were some alliance sects that partic.i.p.ated together.

Unexpectedly, in the end, this array formation was triggered as he wished. However, the ones who entered were all the disciples partic.i.p.ating in the compet.i.tion.

Such an opportunity was actually shared by everyone.

He was really unwilling.

“Fellow Daoist Wan Hua is really generous. You even took out such an ancient mystic realm to share.” Tuoba Cheng muttered expressionlessly and turned around to fly back to the clouds.

The other Golden Core cultivators looked at each other. They didn’t dare to confirm the exact situation, but since the people from the Spiritual Dao Sect had also entered, it shouldn’t be too dangerous, right?

Indeed, there was not much danger.

When Han Muye landed in this vast forest, he felt something strange.

Spiritual qi and sword intent were all suppressed!

In this s.p.a.ce, other than physical strength, he could not unleash any other power.

His dantian, sea of Qi, and divine treasures could all be sensed, but he could not activate the power within.

If he wanted to forcefully activate it, he needed to resist all the power in this s.p.a.ce.

A s.p.a.ce with pure physical strength was indeed not too dangerous for him.

Han Muye had seen such a s.p.a.ce when he was reading the imperial family’s books in the Central Continent.

This was a s.p.a.ce specially arranged by the sects when they were refining their disciples’ physical strength.

There were also various trials.

However, a s.p.a.ce set up by ordinary sects would definitely not be so vast.

Han Muye flew for a hundred miles, but there was no end in sight, nor did he see a cultivator.

Is this the old site of the Cloud Crane Palace that was inherited by the demons of the Southern Wasteland? he wondered.

The tiny Cloud Crane Palace was probably not qualified to possess such a vast s.p.a.ce, right?

“Roar—”

There was a tiger’s roar, and then the forest shook.

Han Muye moved and rushed into the forest.

On the other side, a fierce tiger with a white forehead chased after a few figures and roared as it pounced over.

That figure looked like a human in a leather robe.

“Fifth Uncle, leave quickly—”

“Brother Jin, leave me alone!”

“Run back! You can’t be absent from the stronghold!” The last figure shouted. Then he turned around, holding the broken spear in his hand, and collided with the ferocious tiger that was nearly 10 feet long.

“Snap—”

The broken spear hit the tiger’s raised front claw and broke again.

The figure holding the broken spear was also thrown out.

The tiger paused and roared. It pounced and raised its claws to slap the tumbling figure.

If this claw landed, that figure would definitely die.

The few figures who were fleeing just now turned around and roared, wanting the tiger to stop.

However, not only did the tiger not stop, it was even faster and smacked down with its paw.

“Bam—”

Rocks flew everywhere.

The tiger’s paw landed three feet in front of the figure on the ground.

It was not that the tiger missed its target, but that the tiger’s body was dragged by its tail from behind.

“Roar—”

The tiger turned around and pounced on the person who let go of its tail.

“Duck!”

“Be careful!”

“Run!”

The few people in leather robes shouted.

However, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the tiger, did not care.

He raised his hand and made a fist.

Stepping on the ground, he could tap the power of mountains and rivers within 10,000 miles.

This was the gift of the Heavenly Dao’s affinity.

Even if this Heavenly Dao seemed a little strange, Han Muye could sense that this was still the Western Frontier.

Back in the Central Continent, because the Heavenly Dao was different, most of his effort in tapping the strength of the Heavenly Dao was crippled. Even if he wanted to do so, he didn’t get the desired results.

Now that his power of affinity had increased to an equal exchange, there would be an immediate response anywhere from the Heavenly Dao.

Because this was a mutual communication, a transaction.

The tiger pounced down, and Han Muye’s fist went up.

“Pfft—”

With a punch, the tiger rolled and staggered on the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

Han Muye shook his head.

It was really just an ordinary tiger. He did not even use much of his physical strength, but this guy was already dizzy.

Taking a step forward, the tiger bared its teeth and retreated in fear.