Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The pit was bottomless, and the surrounding rocks were dark.

"This was Black Chief's Cave Abode.

"When that broken sword fell here back then, I wonder how deep this pit is," Mu Jin said in a low voice as she pointed at the pit below.

At this moment, 10,000 feet above the pit, fog rose under their feet. The gray fog carried a powerful corrosion as it hit the jade belt of Mu Jin.

"Be careful. The toxicity here is extremely strong." Mu Jin waved her hand, and a green light screen protected her.

Around Han Muye and Lin Shen, sword Qi also turned into a light screen.

As soon as the light screen appeared, it blocked the gray fog.

The fog collided with the sword Qi barrier with traces of flowing light.

This was the appearance of the sword Qi's power being stimulated.

The three of them flew into the pit and heard eagle cries from below.

As they descended the tunnel, they could see that the tunnel was diagonally, not vertically downward.

The surrounding stone walls were all rubble.

They kept descending for 10,000 feet, but they still could not see the bottom.

It was hard to imagine how powerful that strike was back then.

"Slash—"

A 30-foot-long black snake quietly approached and opened its mouth to bite Han Muye.

He didn't flinch.

Lin Shen, who was following behind him, took a step forward. He did not draw his sword, but his dense aura pressed forward.

"Pfft—"

The black snake turned into minced meat.

This black snake was at the Foundation Establishment realm and could not withstand a breath in front of Lin Shen.

Mu Jin turned around and looked at Lin Shen.

Lin Shen's strength was really extraordinary.

"Boom—"

Up ahead, a rumble sounded.

Han Muye moved and rushed out.

Mu Jin and Lin Shen quickly followed.

Not long after they walked past, Lu Lingzi and the others arrived.

Everyone ran with all their might towards the depths of the tunnel.

At this moment, the rumbling ahead became even more muffled.

Then there was a boom, followed by silence.

When Han Muye landed at the bottom of the tunnel, the corners of his eyes twitched.

In front of him was a broken sword.

He could tell it really was a broken sword.

But this broken sword was 1,000 feet long and 100 feet wide.

Half of the dark sword's blade was inserted into the black stone.

How was this a sword? It was clearly a small mountain.

Ying Yang stood in front of the sword, surrounded by the shattered body of Black Chief Snake.

With the death of the half-step Heaven Realm Black Chief, the small demons here could not stop Ying Yang.

However, Ying Yang seemed to be stunned by this broken sword and stood rooted to the ground in silence.

"As expected, this half of the sword that was cut off by Sword Master Yuan Tian fell here."

Zhang Zidong, the green-robed Daoist behind Lu Lingzi, took a step forward, his eyes emitting a bright halo.

As soon as he finished speaking, spiritual light appeared on Ying Yang's body and he rushed forward.

Mu Jin, Lu Lingzi, and Zhang Zidong attacked almost at the same time.

A wooden vine in Mu Jin's hand turned into a green net that enveloped Ying Yang.

Lu Lingzi, on the other hand, threw a red flower at Ying Yang.

In Zhang Zidong's hand, a black iron tower transformed into a 100-foot-tall tower. It flashed in front of Ying Yang and blocked him.

Whoever reached out first would naturally be targeted by everyone.

"Hmph!"

Ying Yang snorted, reached for the sword at his waist, and slashed.

Mu Jin's wooden vine was cut off by a sword.

The sword light did not stop. It slashed the small flower that Lu Lingzi threw out and cut it into two.

The sword light rose again and struck the black iron tower.

"Clang—"

The tower flew back.

Zhang Zidong's face turned pale as he shouted, "You're at the Heaven Realm!"

Heaven realm. In this tunnel, Ying Yang seemed to no longer hide his cultivation and combat strength. He took a step forward and collided with the black broken sword.

Spiritual light flashed on the broken sword, and then countless golden lights flashed.

Treasures wrapped in spiritual light flew out like stars.

Black Chief's treasures were all in this sword!

Looking at the various treasures flying in the air, a few figures flew out from behind Lu Lingzi and emitted cold air to freeze the spiritual light.

No wonder Luo Xiaoyu was here. It was to stabilize the treasure.

Ying Yang's expression did not change as he watched those treasures fly out from the sword.

"Hum—"

Suddenly, Mu Jin, who was standing in the distance, raised her hand. A wooden vine wrapped around a star-like spiritual light and pulled it back.

She reached out and held it. It was a rotten wooden root.

However, in Mu Jin's hand, there was a glimmer of spiritual light.

"This is the root of Great Venerable Qing Mang back then…" Mu Jin muttered as she held the wooden root. Her expression was complicated as she put it away.

"Crash—"

Lu Lingzi raised her hand and caught a spiritual light in front of her before collecting it.

"Kid, if you see anything you like, take it and leave."

At that moment, Ying Yang suddenly turned around and looked at Han Muye.

Is this an opportunity for him?

I suppose it's fair to those who see it?

Han Muye chuckled and slowly walked forward.

Everyone stared at him as he walked step by step to the huge black broken sword and slowly pressed it against the sword.

Sword Qi and spiritual light poured into his body.

"Boom—"

With a bang, it was as if light and stars intertwined in front of Han Muye.

Images appeared in his mind.

The Immortal Spirit World!

This sword came from the Immortal Spirit World!

Immortal light lingered, and the world was void.

Nine heavens and earth. Immortals and Buddhas filling the sky.

In the Immortal Spirit World, there were immortals and Buddhas!

Compared to the Immortal Spirit World, the Heavenly Mystic World was like a mortal world outside the cultivation world.

In this world, immortal techniques, Dao techniques, and sword techniques were as resplendent as a galaxy.

Countless spiritual materials were formed by a Heaven-Supporting Sword.

Han Muye was comprehending the Dao Sword Forging Technique.

Dao Sword.

Not a Dharma artifact, not a spiritual weapon, not a Dharma treasure, but a Dao artifact that contained the Great Dao.

Such methods could be said to be heaven-defying.

Han Muye smiled bitterly in his heart as he watched a huge sword take shape in the image and countless cultivators draw spiritual patterns and inject spiritual energy into them.

It was just the Dragon Slaying Technique.

This sword consumed countless spiritual materials, and every one of them was extremely precious. There were also many spiritual patterns, but none of them existed in the Heavenly Mystic World.

This Dao Forging Sword Technique was useless even if he comprehended it.

Even in the Immortal Spirit World, a Dao Sword could only be obtained by a large sect after countless years of accumulation.

This sect called the Shi Heng Dao Sect forged this Dao Sword and named it 'Mountain.' It was controlled by its sect master, Boulder Sage.

The Dao Sword carried hundreds of thousands of disciples of the entire Shi Heng Dao Sect and crossed countless voids to crash into the Heavenly Mystic World.

However, just as it entered the Heaven Mystic realm, it was blocked by a figure.

"Fellow Daoist of the Outer Realm, I, Wen Mosheng, was ordered by my master to protect this world. Please go back."

Wen Mosheng.

Minister Wen of the Central Continent.

This was not the first time Han Muye had seen the figure of the Central Continent's Minister Wen, but it was the first time he had seen him attack.

The Dao Sword was 10,000 feet tall. It was controlled by countless disciples of the Shi Heng Dao Sect. The cultivation of Boulder Sage, who held this sword, was extraordinary.

But all of this seemed to be completely useless in front of Wen Mosheng.

In Han Muye's mind, he could see Wen Mosheng raise his hand and draw a black river. He held a brush in his hand and dipped it in ink.

"Seal—"

The words appeared. His calligraphy was beautiful and strong.

The world was like a net, and the mountains and rivers were like a cage around the huge sword.

"The town—"

The golden words hung in the sky. Countless living beings in the world responded and transformed into a huge force that descended.

This power was so great that even the power of the Shi Heng Dao Sect and the Dao Sword could not withstand it.

Cracks appeared on the sword. Countless Shi Heng Daoist disciples were suppressed in the river of ink.

The Boulder Daoist panicked and used his Dao Sword to break open a line and escape.

But before he could catch his breath, a figure reappeared.

"Fellow Daoist, are you here to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of stars crashed down.

The Dao Sword shattered. A sword edge smashed down the cliff and shattered the 30,000-foot mountain peak.

The broken sword smashed into the ground, causing the world to tremble. It entered 80,000 feet into the ground and burned for thousands of miles.

"In the Immortal Spiritual World, the Supreme Dao Sword is nothing much."

Han Muye looked at the figure standing in the air in the image and was excited.

Sword Master Yuan Tian.

This was how sword cultivators should be!

The scene froze, and a copious sword intent surged back.

It was not a simple sword intent!

This was the power of sword momentum!