Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1150 - 1150 A Sword Swept Across Billions of Miles, Holding the Righteous Sword (3)

1150 A Sword Swept Across Billions of Miles, Holding the Righteous Sword (3)

In the distant sky, Daoist Zhu Yun, who was wearing green armor and a golden crown, had a gloomy expression and muttered coldly, “Did you see that? This is the face of the aristocratic families and those small sects under my Daoist sect’s rule.”

Behind him, a row of Daoists in similar green armor stood there motionlessly. Their bodies were filled with immortal light and they were imprisoned by the explosive power.

“The Bitter Immortal Realm is in turmoil, and we can’t tolerate these pests destroying the struggle for control of the Ascension Immortal Platform.”

A manic crimson appeared on Zhu Yun’s face, and endless starlight flickered in his eyes.

He raised his hand, and a golden rune flickered in his palm.

“Order: Under the rule of the Three Cities, eradicate the Murong family with all your might. Those who are negligent will be punished together.”

“Report: The Murong family is colluding with the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, betraying the Daoist sect. Various forces under the Daoist sect are collaborating to besiege them.”

The runes multiplied into millions and dissipated like shooting stars in all directions.

Zhu Yun looked ahead with a cold sneer. “They think they can make me personally face a swordsman just by slacking off at work?

Foolish.”

The green-armored Daoists behind him also smiled.

“Indeed, our Dao Sect controls more than half of the territory of the Fuyu Immortal Realm and has countless cultivators under our rule. Aren’t these ants used to consume?”

Daoist Zhu Yun laughed and looked into the distance.

On the other side, after the golden runes landed for a moment, several figures rushed towards the flying ship.

Then, a dazzling sword light rose.

“What a good sword technique…”

“The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect is the greatest obstacle to our Dao Sect unifying the Fuyu Immortal World,” Daoist Zhu Yun gritted his teeth and muttered.

No one answered him.

…

The flying ship traveled for 13 days and escaped tens of millions of miles, already leaving the territory of the Three Cities.

However, the number of pursuers among the cultivators didn’t decrease but increased.

Han Muye wielded his sword every day, killing nine Heaven Immortals, and the number below that was countless.

A strong killing intent surged from his body, making Murong Chi and the others not dare to approach him.

At this moment, the flying ship slowed down.

Ahead, hundreds of powerful cultivators blocked their path in the clouds.

Behind, the flying boats extended for hundreds of miles, surrounded by immortal light.

There were formidable enemies in front and pursuers behind.

Han Muye, who was standing in front of the deck, slowly raised his head, and the battle intent he had been suppressing slowly gathered.

His fingers trembled slightly.

It wasn’t fear.

It was excitement.

It was as if the blood in his body was burning.

After cultivating for countless years, he finally had the desire to kill.

It was not a massacre, but the desire to fight as a sword cultivator.

A sword cultivator should be like this!

He felt that the previously untouchable barrier between himself, his primordial spirit, and his sword had disappeared.

Whether it was the sword of his primordial spirit in his mind, the sword intent and sword energy in his dantian, or the countless long swords in his sword sheath on his back, they all trembled slightly at this moment.

They yearned for the battle too!

“The Murong family betrayed the Daoist sect. Today, I’ll capture them. Innocents, step aside.”

In the clouds ahead, a big man clad in black armor stepped forward, and a chilling blue-black aura shimmered on the giant ax in his hand.

Behind him, several other burly men in black armor lifted their battle axes.

Connected by blood, the immortal light formed a black 1,000-foot-tall tiger shadow roaring towards the sky.

Daoist soldiers.

With the formation of Daoist soldiers, their combat power was boundless.

With the Daoist soldiers in front, there were naturally Daoist Sect experts behind.

A green immortal light lingered. A black-bearded Daoist in a green Daoist robe stood behind the battle formation. He held a horsetail whisk, a jade bottle, and three jade tokens and talismans floating.

“I am Zhu Mu. I came here by order.”

The Daoist spoke softly and then raised his hand.

One of the three jade plaques flew out, turning into a light curtain that enveloped the entire Murong family’s flying ship.

Then, the second jade plaque flew out, activating countless immortal lights, forming numerous fiery-red spears floating in mid-air.

The third jade plaque condensed into an immortal thunder, hovering in the sky, seemingly selecting its target to devour.

This immortal thunder exuded a power that could destroy souls, resonating with the heavens and earth. It was a heaven and earth divine thunder.

“The Daoist sect’s Three Pure Ones Pursuit Order: Wind, Thunder, and Fire. They really want to exterminate my Murong family…” Upon seeing the methods displayed by the three jade plaques, Murong Chi’s face revealed despair.

He was not the only one. On the 12 flying ships, the Murong clansmen all turned pale.

Surviving under the rule of the Daoist sect, their fear of the sect had become deeply ingrained.

Nobody could escape the Daoist sect’s Three Pure Ones Pursuit Order.

Throughout countless years, only a few had been subjected to this pursuit order by the Daoist sect.

From this perspective, the Murong family could indeed be proud.

“I said that I would take the Murong family to Yunlan City in the Wasteland.”

Han Muye’s battle intent was suppressed, and the killing intent diminished. The sword intent seemed to fade away as well.

His words were calm, as if an old friend was whispering softly.

Yet, when his voice echoed in the void, it carried a chilling coldness.

It was a strange feeling.

Daoist Zhu Mu’s expression changed, and the jade bottle in his hand flew up, turning into a golden river swirling around him.

Still not reassured, he activated the power of heaven and earth with the feather duster in his hand, and a Grotto-heaven appeared in the void above his head.

A Void Refinement expert with two immortal treasures in hand.

With such power, who could stop him?

“My heart is bright, upholding the righteous path.” Han Muye’s voice resounded.

His voice was ethereal, yet firm.

Incredibly firm!

At this moment, the infinite heavens and earth seemed to be moved by his words, and a golden lotus bloomed between heaven and earth.

“Where can one find someone who forges the Dao?” Millions of miles away, a Daoist with a golden lotus shining on his head opened his eyes, revealing deep wisdom within them.