Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At this moment, ambition took root in Jia Muhe's heart.

In the future, he would earn many, many spiritual rocks.

Consume one, throw away one.

Throw them into the formation disk.

….

Two days passed in a rush.

The golden lotus bloomed, and the golden light emitted from it became stronger and stronger.

There was also a faint fragrance spreading in all directions.

Not only the golden lotus in the middle, but the other six golden lotuses also emitted golden light.

In the past two days, three demonic beasts had come from the crack. They were all at the Qi Condensation Realm. They wanted to cross the magma lake, but they were burned to death by the flames.

This made Jia Muhe, who wanted to walk out of the light array to take a look, completely give up. He had just reached the perfected fourth level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm.

"Roar—"

A 20-foot-long Single-Horned Black Panther rushed in from the crack. When it saw Han Muye and the others, it was slightly stunned.

However, the black panther turned its gaze to the golden lotus, its eyes filled with greed.

With a roar, it flew up and pounced on the Golden Lotus.

This black panther was very fast, and a dark gray screen of light protected its body.

If one exceeded the Qi Condensation Realm, they would at least have the strength of the second or third level of Foundation Establishment.

This black panther could really cross the magma lake.

Jia Muhe rubbed his hands anxiously, but Han Muye and the others were indifferent.

From the conversation between Han Muye and the others, this golden lotus was a precious treasure. They didn't want it anymore?

"Boom—"

Just as the black panther was halfway through its flight, a long whip crossed hundreds of feet outside the crack and ruthlessly swung at the black panther's head, shattering its head.

The panther fell and was swallowed by the lava.

Outside the crack, several figures rushed in.

These people wore green and white robes, old and young.

The person who attacked first was tall and held a golden whip. His eyes shone with golden light.

He glanced at Han Muye and the others, then at Lin Shenhe and the monk, frowning slightly.

The others also looked at Han Muye and the others. Some of them had killing intent in their eyes.

The tall young man holding the golden whip waved his hand and stared at the blooming golden lotus. After a moment of silence, he led everyone to a corner to sit.

A thousand feet away from Han Muye and the others, these people also began to cultivate.

However, without Han Muye and the others' array formation, these people had used talismans or the spiritual energy around them to form a barrier.

Jia Muhe felt that the people there were not as rich as Senior Brother Han.

This Senior Brother Han, whose background was unknown, used high-grade spiritual rocks to cultivate.

Seeing that he had consumed several superior-grade spiritual rocks in two days, Jia Muhe was shocked and envious.

This was how cultivation should be.

No lack of spiritual rocks.

In the next few days, people kept coming from the crack.

There were actually 20 to 30 of them.

From time to time, demonic beasts would rush in.

The strongest demon beast that had rushed into the spatial rift in the past few days had already touched the shadow of the Earth Realm.

One of them was killed by Tang Yunhao.

This strike made the few cultivators who were restless later become much more obedient.

"Whew—"

A cool breeze stirred on the magma lake, bringing coolness.

Apart from Han Muye and the others, everyone stood up.

How could there be a breeze in such a blazing place?

"The Cloud Golden Lotus is about to mature!"

Someone let out a low cry.

Sure enough, in the magma lake, the petals of the golden lotus fell, and the lotus seed pod began to slowly condense.

On the lotus seed pod in the middle, there were nine golden lotus seeds with a golden halo.

Nine Golden Lotus Seeds!

After swallowing these nine golden lotus seeds, even a ninth-grade crippled spiritual root could instantly transform into an immortal spiritual root that surpassed a first-grade spiritual root!

Supreme treasure!

It was not just that one lotus seed pod. On the other six lotus seeds, there were either three or five, a total of more than 20 golden lotus seeds.

It isn't too much to share one of these, right?

Looking at the golden lotus that was slowly condensing, everyone's hearts burned.

"Boom—"

At the crack, dozens of demonic beasts with different figures rushed in.

"Block the demon beasts!"

"When the Golden Lotus Seed takes shape, it will attract demonic beasts within a thousand miles!"

"Block the demonic beasts first, then divide the lotus seeds!"

The tall young man holding the golden whip took a step forward. The golden whip swept across with dazzling golden light, blocking a fifth-level Foundation Establishment demonic beast. Then he shouted, "Everyone, let's work together and block the demonic beasts. How about it?"

Beside the magma lake, dozens of cultivators stood up.

It was impossible to get the lotus seeds without blocking the demonic beasts.

"Immortal Han, it's an opportunity to encounter a treasure. Let's attack together today and split the opportunity equally." The young man with the golden whip turned to look at Han Muye.

"I'm He Huangyi from the Summoning Mountain Dao Sect. I admire Immortal Han and guarantee that each of you will have a Golden Lotus Seed, okay?"

The young man had a fifth level Meridian Opening spiritual energy cultivation.

Not only him, but the few people beside him also emitted the power of the Earth Realm.

Immortal Han.

Han Muye of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

With so many people here, there were naturally people who recognized Han Muye.

It was a school whose strength was second only to the Nine Great Sects. It had a good relationship with the Spiritual Dao Sect.

He Huangyi looked at Han Muye.

It was generous enough to give Han Muye and the others a golden lotus each.

This was because of Han Muye's reputation as an immortal of the sword path and the Nine Mystic Sword School.

Otherwise, when they met in the wild, opportunities had to be fought for with strength.

So what if he was an immortal on the sword path?

After the battle on Cloud Nest Ridge, it was unknown how much combat strength he had left.

The legacy of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion. After the Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm, it was even inferior to a mortal.

The lotus seed pod swayed gently, and more and more demonic beasts surged over.

"Senior Brother Han, I'll stop the demonic beasts."

Tang Yunhao stood up.

"Let me do it." Monk Le stood up and glanced at Tang Yunhao. "If you go, I'm afraid you'll kill these people too."

Hearing his words, Tang Yunhao grinned.

The two of them spoke loudly, making He Huangyi and the others look cold.

Han Muye shook his head and waved his hand. "No need to worry. I'll leave after picking the lotus seeds."

After he finished speaking, Lin Shen stood up and walked out of the formation disk's light shield.

In one step, he drew his sword.

"Boom—"

The originally dark underground crack instantly brightened.

Light shone from above.

Landslide!

Earth Crack!

One Sword Splitting Mountain!

The sword marks separated the mountains.

Compared to Tuoba Cheng's sword back then, it was even worse.

One sword split mountains and rocks.

The mountain range split into two, and the magma lake instantly poured down. The seven Cloud Melting Golden Lotuses were fixed in place.

"Senior Brother Han, please." Lin Shen turned to look at Han Muye and whispered.

Han Muye stood up and slowly walked over. He walked to the Cloud Golden Lotus with every step and picked six of them, leaving one with three lotus seeds.

"I'll leave one for you as a chance."

"You guys have no objections?"

Turning around, Han Muye looked at He Huangyi and the others.

Everyone shook their heads.

The demons who had retreated into a corner shook their heads too.

"Let's go."

Han Muye waved his hand and flew away.

Tang Yunhao pulled the stunned Jia Muhe along.

Lin Shen sheathed his sword and flew up.

He clasped his hands together, and his eyes flashed. He looked at the sword mark in the distance and whispered, "The sword technique of the Great Snow Mountain's Sword King."

"So, the number one sword of the Northern Region, the Great Snow Mountain Sword King, is Deng Chungang."