723 Water Spirit Palace’s Great Cultivation Begins, the Trial is Open

The shadow of the long sword condensed by the Great Spirit was the power of a Confucian Half-Sage who had condensed a domain.

The Great Spirit could suppress souls and primordial spirits.

The golden sword light collided with a light screen in the void. It only paused for a moment before tearing the light screen apart and slashing down heavily.

The sword light sliced the bodies of the five Primordial Spirits into pieces.

The soul incarnations of eight Out of Body realm cultivators were swept away by two swords!

If one’s Primordial Spirit was destroyed, even if one’s true body did not die, one would still be severely injured. Without a thousand years of hard work, one could forget about recovering.

In other words, Han Muye’s two strikes had caused the other party to lose eight Out of Body realm cultivators!

The Primordial Spirits of the great cultivators had fallen, and the world was in turmoil. The Wave Beguilement Formation was broken without any attack.

Yu Fenglin glanced at Han Muye, who was holding a sword in the sky. He waved his hand to protect Zeng Daniu and quietly flew towards the island in front of him.

According to the rules of Scattered Stars Island, after leaving the waters of the Endless Sea, intercepting others at will would be severely punished by the forces of the Endless Sea.

At this moment, less than three breaths had passed since Han Muye attacked and the great cultivators died.

He said he wanted Tao Zhixing to protect him for 10 breaths. Why would he need 10 breaths?

“Good sword.” Xu Chuanhe’s eyes shone brightly.

“The Great Spirit as a sword, so that’s how it is…” In the Wen Yuan Pavilion, the golden halo around Tao Zhixing’s body slowly condensed, and his expression was solemn.

Figures appeared from the void.

The sword strike today was too brilliant!

“I told you to stop, but you still dared to attack. You really didn’t take my Water Spirit Palace seriously.” In front of Han Muye stood a middle-aged female cultivator in a white robe. Her expression was cold, and her eyes seemed to be burning.

“They wanted to kill me,” Han Muye said softly, his sword lowered, his expression calm.

“So what? My Water Spirit Palace—” Before the female cultivator could finish speaking, Han Muye’s eyes shone with a dazzling sword light as he pointed his sword forward.

“They wanted to kill me.” Han Muye’s voice was cold, and the edge of his sword was cold.

The female cultivator paused and slowly narrowed her eyes.

On her body, the violent power of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator transformed into a Cloud Mist Heavenly Pillar and spread out in all directions.

The Water Spirit Palace, one of the three strongest forces on Scattered Stars Island, was admired and revered by the cultivators of Scattered Stars Island for countless years.

If the cultivators of Water Spirit Palace wanted to kill someone, he should obediently accept death.

The majesty of the Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, and Fifteenth Floor was already deeply ingrained in everyone’s hearts.

Today’s sword strike was a provocation to the great cultivators, a provocation to the Water Spirit Palace.

Today, as long as Han Muye was alive, the rules established over countless years on Scattered Stars Island would collapse.

“Boom!”

Above the head of the Divine Transformation Realm cultivator, a green spiritual light shone with a black halo.

Han Muye’s eyes shone.

“So, it’s you.”

Han Muye recognized this black halo.

They had interacted many times.

Spiritual Armored Demon Clan.

It turned out that the Water Spirit Palace was built by the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan.

“I want to protect Han Muye’s life in the Imperial View Sword Shop. I wonder if the Water Spirit Palace will make an exception?” Tao Zhixing’s voice sounded in the void.

The soaring golden Great Spirit turned into clouds and mist and transformed into a majestic palace.

Jinnan Confucianism’s cultivation method, Illusion.

As soon as Tao Zhixing finished speaking, a sword light rose.

“The Six Stalwart Pavilion is here.”

He didn’t say much. Just this alone was already the most firm support.

In the Seven Pavilions, both sides emerged at the same time, fighting against the Water Spirit Palace for one person.

In the void, the spiritual light sword qi vibrated.

The Semi-God Realm female cultivator standing in front of Han Muye gritted her teeth, but fear appeared on her face.

“Alright, alright, my Water Spirit Palace—”

“Boom!”

The explosion in the void interrupted the female cultivator’s voice.

A 100,000-foot-long phantom appeared in midair.

It had two horns on its head and was covered in scales. It had a wide mouth and four hooves that generated wind.

Qilin.

The ancient divine beast, Qilin.

“It’s rare to meet someone with Baxia’s bloodline. My Ten Thousand Demon Palace will protect you.”

The Qilin phantom moved and led Han Muye to break through the clouds in the void and fly away.

His safety was assured.

The Divine Transformation Realm cultivator stood on the spot with a pale face.

The void was silent for a moment.

Now that the Ten Thousand Demon Palace had appeared, who else had anything to say?

One divine sense after another retreated.

One figure after another flew away.

A moment later, only a few Water Spirit Palace cultivators were left.

“Let’s go.”

A voice sounded out as the Water Spirit Palace people disappeared.

In the void, there were only scattered clouds and water vapor.

But this time, everyone had different thoughts.

The young master of the Shuiling Palace was defeated by a strong opponent from the Endless Sea, and today the Ten Thousand Demon Palace aggressively challenged the Shuiling Palace to protect Han Muye.

Had the winds on Scattered Stars Island changed?

Could it be that a change that had not happened in tens of thousands of years was about to happen?

There were some things that they only dared to think about.

But the thought was also ambition that would take root and sprout.

…

Han Muye landed in a verdant space. His gaze swept across and his expression changed.

“Desolate Wilderness?”

In front of him, a valiant middle-aged man in a light golden robe and golden light on his head nodded and said, “It’s the Desolate Wilderness, but it’s only a fragment.”

This was the divine beast Qilin.

He was also the master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

“Greetings, Senior.” Han Muye quickly cupped his hands.

The Qilin looked at him and said, “Back then, Baxia left with a wasteland on his back. Why do you have his bloodline power?”

Since they were both from the wilderness, Han Muye did not hide anything and told him everything about the Desolate Wilderness.

In order to continue the Desolate Wilderness Bloodline, Baxia and the other divine beasts carried the Desolate Wilderness with the power of their souls.

The demons in the Desolate Wilderness had a different inheritance.

The fusion of bloodlines gave birth to more new races.

Han Muye’s story made the expression on the Qilin’s face change.

Han Muye also mentioned the Marquis Wu, Chen Qingzhi.

“Azure Dragon?”

The Qilin revealed a complicated expression and said softly, “I thought he died long ago.”

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