Han Muye nodded and said calmly: "There are many things that I can't come forward for."

"Sure, I'll do it for you." Tang Yunhao nodded and said solemnly: "Give me ten years, and I will take over the entire Zhehuatang."

There was a bright divine light in his eyes.

The number one young person in Western Xinjiang, Han Muye, the banished kendo immortal.

Tang Yunhao had some ideas in his mind when he knew that it was this person who had guided him in the past.

Only by following the footsteps of the truly strong can we have the opportunity to contact a wider world.

Being a casual cultivator who is hunted down at any time, not to mention ten years, even a hundred years, will not accomplish anything.

Han Muye's identity, status, talent, and future were worth a gamble.

After Han Muye made an agreement with Tang Yunhao, he asked the monk why he came to Western Xinjiang.

According to the monk's introduction, he came from a bitter cold place in the northern region.

The Xuankong Temple where he was born is the largest Buddhist practice sect in the Northern Territory.

In the Northern Territory, its status is roughly equal to that of Lingdao Sect.

However, the Northern Territory is a frozen land millions of miles away, desolate and uninhabited. Human races and alien races live together, and there are not many true masters.

There are only about ten thousand disciples in Xuankong Temple, and a Heaven Realm person is in charge.

"Excuse me, Master, you are from the Northern Territory, have you ever heard of a sword cultivator named Deng Chungang?"

Remembering that Deng Chungang, the first direct descendant of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, had gone to the Northern Territory, Han Muye asked.

After thinking about it, the monk shook his head and said, "There are not many people who use swords in the Northern Territory."

"The strongest among them should be the Sword King of the Snow Mountain who split three snow-capped mountains with one sword and suppressed the snow demon clan."

"As for the others, it seems they have never heard of someone with this name who is so powerful with a sword."

The northern region is bitterly cold and the territory is vast. It is normal that I have never heard of Deng Chungang.

Han Muye did not pursue the question any further.

He stood up and looked at the monk and Tang Yunhao: "As far as I know, when the Golden Cloud Lotus matures, it will attract monsters with keen senses."

"Let's go first and stop the monsters. When the golden lotus matures, we can pick the golden lotus and leave."

Neither the monk nor Tang Yunhao had any objections to this arrangement.

Tang Yunhao stretched out his hand to pull the dizzy Jia Muhe, followed Lin Shen, and everyone fled.

After more than half an hour, we arrived at a cliff.

The vegetation here is lush and lush, and if you didn’t know the location in advance, you wouldn’t have paid much attention.

Stepping into the crack, the further you go, the hotter you feel.

This crack is actually connected to the lava land underground.

Sure enough, after walking down the crack for more than a hundred feet, I saw flaming red lava rolling in front of me.

Around several people, spiritual energy and sword energy rose up, turning into light curtains to protect their bodies.

Han Muye, who was walking in front, was surrounded by a layer of faint cyan aura, his clothes were fluttering, and he was walking leisurely in the courtyard.

The monk clasped his hands together, and Buddha light flashed around him. A golden light curtain shone from his bald head, and the light reflected light.

Lin Shen and Tang Yunhao both used light sword energy to protect themselves.

Go forward a thousand feet and arrive at the lava lake.

The churning magma was red and blazing, and the oncoming heat wave hit the light curtain that protected everyone, giving off a dark red halo.

When Jiamuhe woke up, what he saw was a flame rolling in front of him.

He struggled for a moment, turned around, and saw Tang Yunhao holding his collar and protecting himself with a layer of sword light.

"Don't move, or I will throw you down."

Tang Yunhao said coldly.

Jia Muhe shrank his neck and did not dare to move.

He glanced forward and was slightly shocked.

In the middle of the magma lake, several dark golden lotuses bloomed.

Among them, in the one with the most petals, a huge lotus pod is swaying.

Although he didn't know what this golden lotus was, if it could grow in the magma lake, it must be a treasure.

"The lotus has seven branches. This cloud-changing golden lotus has grown to its limit." Looking at the swaying golden lotus, Han Muye said.

Only this golden lotus can be grown with the support of the earth's spiritual power in this place.

This is why treasures of heaven and earth are so hard to find.

The real treasure, the growing conditions are harsh, but it is still unique.

Even if this golden lotus is not harvested, when it matures, it will fall into the magma lake, and then its spiritual energy will return to the world.

From now on, there will be no such treasure here.

"There are still a few days, we are just waiting here."

As Han Muye said this, he found a flat place, raised his hand and swung a formation disk, raising a light curtain covering a two-foot radius, and then sat cross-legged to meditate.

The monk and others walked over and passed through the spiritual light shield.

Whether it is the formation disk or the previous spiritual light sword energy protection methods, these are things that the younger disciples of Jiamuhe, a small family, have never experienced before.

As he sat in the light array, he looked around curiously.

"Yun Gong, didn't that half glass of wine go into the dog's belly?" Tang Yunhao said coldly with his eyes closed and sword energy surging in his body.

Jiamuhe is busy running the family inheritance skills.

As the technique started to work, his eyes widened and he almost lost his spiritual energy.

At this time, the meridians all over his body were clear, and his muscles and bones seemed to have been tempered for a long time.

The original bottleneck of the third level of Peiyuan has disappeared at some point, and the spiritual energy and blood of the fourth level of Peiyuan are surging in the body.

Is this a breakthrough?

In the world of spiritual practice, it’s all about chance!

What is opportunity?

This is!

Turning to look at the people around him, Jia Muhe stopped smiling and looked serious.

These powerful people waste no time in practicing, so how can I not practice?

Close your eyes and transfer the energy, blood and spiritual energy, and you will be surprised again.

The spiritual energy in the space around him was so rich that it was as if he was soaked in spiritual energy.

Jiamuhe had never thought about such practice.

This is called practice!

What kind of practice is it that you only get one or two spiritual stones a year and don't dare to use your full strength every time you absorb spiritual energy?

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

In the future, I will earn many, many spiritual stones.

Suck one, throw one.

Throw it into the array.

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Two days passed by in a hurry.

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

There is also a faint aroma that spreads around.

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

In the past two days, three demonic beasts emerged from the cracks. They were all cultivation powers in the Qi Condensation Stage. They tried to cross the magma lake, but were burned to death by the flames.

This made Jia Muhe, who wanted to step out of the light array and take a look, completely give up the idea. He had just reached the fourth level of Peiyuan and reached perfection.

"Roar--"

A two-foot-long first-born one-horned black panther rushed in from the crack and was slightly startled when it saw Han Muye and the others.

However, the black panther turned his gaze to the golden lotus, with greed in his eyes.

It roared, flew up, and pounced on the golden lotus.

This black panther is very fast, and a dark gray light curtain protects its body.

It has exceeded the realm of Qi Condensation, and is at least the strength of the second and third levels of foundation building.

With the demonic power of body protection, this black panther can really cross the lava lake.

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

Listening to the conversation between Han Muye and the others, this golden lotus is a valuable treasure, don’t you want it anymore?

"boom--"

Just as the black panther was flying halfway across, a long whip spanned dozens of feet outside the crack and struck the black panther on the head, crushing its head.
To be continued...