Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 387 - Who Is Subduing the Rising Dragon Platform? (3)

Chapter 387: Who Is Subduing the Rising Dragon Platform? (3)

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Qing Tong also smiled. “I want half of it to be brought back to the Eastern Sea. I promise I won’t kill them to get their blood essence.”

She wouldn’t kill them. She would take them after they died.

Han Muye understood.

He nodded.

Qing Tong looked up and muttered.

The heavenly cranes danced in the air as their bodies shrank to the size of ordinary white cranes.

Then the white cranes circled and danced, causing the entire Heavenly Crane Ridge to tremble.

“Boom!”

A ball of golden light flew out from the mountain ridge.

Qing Tong reached out and grabbed it, a smile on his face.

True Dragon Bones.

Han Muye could feel that manic power from afar.

This was the manifestation of the violent power from his bloodline.

Wild and arrogant.

“Swoosh—”

With a soft sound, a cloud mark flashed across the sky.

He narrowed his eyes.

Is this the Heavenly Crane Wings?

This speed is indeed fast.

The cloud mark flashed across the sky, and Han Muye could not see its shadow at all.

Is this a deliberate provocation?

Han Muye raised his hand and the Cloud Dragon Sword flew out.

The next moment, Qing Tong laughed.

The Cloud Dragon Sword could not catch up to it.

Han Muye shook his head. The Spell of the Mortal World in his divine treasure flashed with golden light. He looked up and shouted, “Stop.”

Set!

The Confucian Dao followed the law.

Qing Tong’s smile froze on her face.

In the void of space, a pair of jade-white feathered wings was fixed in place.

The Cloud Dragon Sword stirred and retrieved the pair of wings.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed it. It felt warm to the touch.

“Boom!”

Before he could examine the Heavenly Crane Wings carefully, the world shook and countless cracks appeared in the sky.

The world was about to collapse.

Whirlpools appeared one after another, pulling all the sect elites from the Heavenly Mystic World back.

Qing Tong waved her hand and protected the group of white cranes. Then she said in a low voice, “Even a Heaven Realm expert can’t stop the collapse of the world. Let’s leave quickly.”

Han Muye nodded and let the power of heaven and earth wrap around him.

Just as this power enveloped his body, his expression changed.

He raised his hand and spatial power spread out.

Then he and Qing Tong returned to Clear Lake.

However, no one saw that the shattered Heavenly Crane Region was restrained by a spatial power. With a flash, it appeared in the Fire Source World.

A world fused together, causing the Fire Source World to tremble.

“What’s going on?” Patriarch Tao Ran, who was cultivating with his legs crossed, appeared in the sky.

Heaven and earth trembled, and his eyes flickered with light.

“The secret place of the great sects?

“Heavenly Crane, blood essence that can fuse with bloodlines?

“This brat, all he does is play with this crap.”

That said, the smile on his face widened.

He landed on the shattered Heavenly Crane Ridge and collected all the scattered heavenly crane eggs and the carcasses that were killed by the great demons.

Looking back, most of the humans in the Heavenly Crane Region had been moved here.

“Patriarch, after cleaning up this mess, it’s time to return to the Western Frontier.”

Looking up at the surging clouds in the sky, Patriarch Tao Ran shook his head and muttered to himself, “I can’t suppress him anymore…”

…

Clear Lake.

Water demons and cultivators were scattered all over the lake.

There were also some broken dragon boats.

No one on the clouds had expected this.

When the disciples returned, the experts of the various sects were naturally happy.

But now that the dragon boats were shattered, how could they go to the Rising Dragon Platform?

“Fellow Daoist Wan Hua, can we change the rules of the sect competition? Why don’t we open the array formation…”

Before a Golden Core cultivator could finish speaking, Daoist Wan Hua snorted coldly. “Rules are rules.”

No one spoke again.

However, the next scene made many people laugh.

The elites of the various sects who landed in the lake did not fly to the dragon boats at all. Instead, they found a black-armored fish demon and beat it up with their fists and feet. Then they sat on its back and swam upstream.

The elites of the various sects who were initially afraid of the fish demons nevertheless showed powerful combat strength and unparalleled determination even though they were alone.

This kind of mental growth was the rarest in cultivation.

Only by not fearing hardships could one achieve the Great Dao.

Figures cut through the water, bringing out the waterline.

Tens of thousands of cultivators fought to trace the source, not giving in at all. The scene really made one’s blood boil.

Fight.

Wasn’t that what cultivators were like?

As they watched their disciples surpass the experts of the Spiritual Dao Sect and leave, someone on the cloud grinned.

“If they can survive, the Western Frontier will be theirs.” A half-step Heaven Realm cultivator turned to look at the people beside him.

“These are all good seedlings.”

Good seedlings.

They couldn’t bear to fight anymore.

“Well, what did they experience in the mystic realm?”

A Golden Core cultivator muttered.

Only one person on the clouds knew what they had experienced.

Daoist Wan Hua.

The more he knew, the more he gritted his teeth.

These guys had rebelled in the mystic realm and dared to attack the elites of the Spiritual Dao Sect.

These guys had actually swarmed forward. Not only did they snatch the Heavenly Crane Blood Essence that he desperately needed, they even took advantage of the chaos to kill his two incarnations.

The issue was that it was hard to say who killed those incarnations.

At that time, the punches and kicks were all aimed at his vital points.

In any case, his half-step Heaven Realm incarnations died in the mystic realm without obtaining anything.

One of his seven incarnations had disappeared underwater, and two had died in the mystic realm. Now there were only four left.

This was an incarnation that he had spent hundreds of years condensing!

Looking down, Daoist Wan Hua wished he could slap down and shatter this 10,000 miles of water!

Below, figures rode the black-armored fish demons and rushed upstream.

Han Muye and Qing Tong stood at the bottom of Clear Lake.

“Do you want me to kill the guy who schemed against you?” Qing Tong looked at Han Muye and asked in a low voice.

Is she referring to Daoist Wan Hua?

Han Muye shook his head.

“If our Nine Mystic Sword Sect wants to be the number one in the Western Frontier, we naturally have to rely on our own strength.”

Upon hearing his words, a trace of regret flashed across Qing Tong’s face. She waved his hand and said, “Up to you.”

Then she said, “Ask Dayan if he wants to come with me.”

Han Muye raised his hand and beckoned, and a sword pill appeared in front of him.

However, as soon as it appeared, the sword pill moved and flew behind Han Muye to hide.

Qing Tong looked angry and spat.

“Then I’ll return to the Eastern Sea. If you have nothing to do in the future, come to the Spirit Flood Dragon Island in the Eastern Sea to look for me.”

It was unknown if she was saying this to Han Muye or Daoist Dayan.

“The Rising Dragon Platform is not a good place. It’s the place where cultivators from the Outer Realm were subdued.

“If the Rising Dragon Platform really rises, the cultivators who were subdued back then might be released.”

Qing Tong looked at Han Muye and said, “It seems that the outer realm expert who was subdued is called Daoist Boulder.

Daoist Boulder was the sect master of Shi Heng Dao Sect in the Immortal Spirit World. When he crossed the void with his Mountain Dao Sword. He was intercepted by the Central Continent’s runes and then shattered by Sword Master Yuan Tian.

Was this the person subdued beneath the Rising Dragon Platform?

If such a great cultivator was really released, no one in the Western Frontier would be able to stop him.

Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

It seemed like Daoist Wan Hua was really determined to betray the Western Frontier and join the outer realm.

They would be courting death.

In the sky, someone suddenly whispered, “Did you notice that Han Muye from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect hasn’t appeared?”

Han Muye didn’t appear?

Did Immortal Han die in the secret realm?

Indeed, they did not see this person.

What a surprise!

A Golden Core cultivator of the Spiritual Dao Sect turned to look at Tuoba Cheng and laughed. “In the end, he’s not strong enough. Looks like he’s really dead…”

Before he could finish speaking, Han Muye, who was dressed in a green robe, stepped out of the water.

The pair of 30-foot white feathered wings under his feet supported him as he walked on the waves against the current.

On the clouds, Tuoba Cheng, who had been calm, revealed a rare smile. “Those who are not strong enough die. Those who are strong enough, aren’t they all living well?”

Many people turned their heads.

They had only seen four of the Spiritual Dao Sect’s Seven Sons. As for the others, were they not strong enough?

What a surprise.

Unconsciously, their respect for the Spiritual Dao Sect disappeared.