Chapter 773 - 773 Meeting Mo Yuan, 10,000 Swords Versus 10,000 Swords (3)
773 Meeting Mo Yuan, 10,000 Swords Versus 10,000 Swords (3)
“One person cultivating 10,000 swords is not as good as 10,000 people cultivating one sword.
“10,000 people cultivating one sword is not as good as 10,000 people cultivating 10,000 swords.
“10,000 people cultivating 10,000 swords is not as good as 10,000 people having swords.
“I like this gift very much.”
Mo Yuan turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was wearing a white robe and carrying a sword case.
Sharp sword light instantly burst forth from his body.
At this moment, a loud sword cry rang out, and the entire world was filled with sword qi.
“Come, let me see how far you’ve cultivated the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”
Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye and said loudly.
Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.
Han Muye laughed and unsheathed the Green Destiny Sword in his hand.
This sword that he had taken from Mo Yuan finally grew into a long sword.
Sword light flashed as the sword stabbed out, scattering thousands of swords.
One sword turned into 10,000 swords!
Mo Yuan laughed and disappeared.
When he appeared again, the sky was already filled with his figures.
Countless Mo Yuans stood in the sky, their swords moving differently.
One sword to 10,000 swords!
The same sword move had a different performance.
“Clang—”
The two swords collided, causing tens of thousands of swords to tremble.
At this moment, in the void, within 10,000 miles, all the swords in the hands of the sword cultivators could not exert any strength and let out a sorrowful cry.
The two sword lights collided in the void, triggering the reaction of all the swords.
“That’s Mo Yuan.”
“I once spent 200 years of my lifespan to create the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords with my dying body.
“That is the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”
Countless voices sounded.
At this moment, in the battle between the master and disciple from the Western Frontier, the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords Technique was completely displayed in front of everyone.
Mo Yuan transformed one sword into 10,000 swords, and Han Muye transformed 10,000 swords into one.
None of their sword moves were repet.i.tive.
Eastern Sea Sword Technique, Western Frontier Sword Technique, the Central Continent Sword Technique, Outer World Sword Technique…
In an instant, all the concepts pursued by sword techniques kept fusing.
This was a demonstration of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, and also a demonstration of 10,000 sword techniques.
For the first time, the sword cultivators of the Eastern Sea knew that there were really people who had practiced tens of thousands of sword techniques in the world.
For the first time, the surrounding sword cultivators knew that there were sword techniques in the world that surpa.s.sed the Eastern Sea, the Heavenly Mystic, and were beyond their understanding.
“Master Mo Yuan, I’ve traveled in the Outer World and seen the sword techniques of the Immortal Spirit World. I’ve also experienced the Sword Dao of the Immortal Source World. I’ve even been to Scattered Stars Island in the Endless Sea to discuss the Dao with the sword cultivators there.
“The world is unimaginably vast.”
The sword light in Han Muye’s hand paused, and the 10,000 swords became one.
On the other side, Mo Yuan’s figure also faded and turned into a figure holding a sword.
The two of them stood in the air with calm expressions.
“Alright, I’ll take a look at the worlds you mentioned.”
Mo Yuan slashed out with his sword and said calmly.
Han Muye smiled and tapped the sword in his hand.
“Clang—”
The two of them returned to their original positions.
…
No one knew who would win this battle.
Most people cared about the sword techniques they had seen today. They cared about what Han Muye had said. The world was so vast.
The world was so big. He really wanted to take a look.
The unrestrainedness in the bones of sword cultivators and the romance that was engraved in their hearts made countless people look forward to the scene of wielding swords in the sky.
Han Muye did not appear again after the battle between the Tang Mountain Sword Sect and Mo Yuan.
Crown Prince Yunduan took out the gains from the Land of Sangyu. After comforting everyone, she gathered tens of millions of sword cultivators and led the experts to form a 100,000-strong military formation to return to the Central Continent.
These 100,000 sword cultivators had already used the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation that Han Muye had trained as the foundation to control the sword core formation.
The 100,000 sword cultivators’ cultivation had increased in the Land of Qingyu, and their combat strength had reached an unimaginable level.
When the 100,000 sword cultivators landed, the Central Continent was shaken, and Dongnan was in turmoil. Lu Yang, who had been defeated, led his army to sweep across the 12 sects in a day.
Han Muye had actually already decided how to arrange the remaining 10 million sword cultivators. He would arrange for them to cultivate the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.
If his cultivation was insufficient, he would borrow the power of the sword cores. If his cultivation was high enough, he would practice on his own.
The formation of tens of millions of sword cultivators would be a huge battle force in the Heavenly Mystic.
It far exceeded the sword formation formed by more than 300,000 alchemists.
However, the cost of tens of millions of sword cultivators was so huge that even the entire Heavenly Mystic could not support it for the time being. It had to be slowly acc.u.mulated.
Sword formations required standard swords and sword cores.
Such a ma.s.sive amount of resources was simply unimaginable.
Even the divine demon clones of the Azure Travel Realm were unable to condense so many swords. Even if all the alchemists worked together to refine sword cores, they would not have enough spiritual medicines to refine sword cores for the millions of sword cultivators.
For the first time, Han Muye felt very poor.
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Eastern Sea.
Deep in the Land of Sangyu.
Among the messy gravel, there were scattered spiritual pearls.
Han Muye flew between the rocks, ignoring all the treasures on the ground.
In front of him, a figure was also running quickly.
“Little Han, let me tell you, I’ve discovered a big secret this time.”
Daoist Dayan, who was dressed in an earthen yellow robe, looked smug as he led Han Muye forward quickly.
“Qingtong and I discovered this place together. Ahem…
“Qingtong and the others have left the Eastern Sea. I’ll wait for you in the Land of Sangyu and take good care of the treasures there.
“Let me tell you, if not for Huang Six’s daughter, I would have hidden 80% of the treasures in the Land of Sangyu.”
Daoist Dayan’s face was full of pride, as if he did not see the spiritual pearls around him.
It was obvious that with his current wealth, he no longer cared about these spiritual pearls.
“I discovered an unimaginable secret in the depths of the Land of Sangyu.”
Turning to look at Han Muye, Daoist Dayan said with a solemn expression, “I discovered that the spiritual armored demons stole the Heavenly Mystic pa.s.sageway back then.”
The Spiritual Armored demons stole the pa.s.sageway to the Heavenly Mystic?
Han Muye was slightly taken aback.
Didn’t the Spiritual Armored demons pa.s.s through the spatial rift from Yucang?
Seeing Han Muye’s expression, Daoist Dayan laughed proudly and led Han Muye forward.
As he continued forward, more and more rocks appeared, and there was also a vast demonic aura floating.
Was it really a pa.s.sageway that the Spiritual Armored demons had pa.s.sed through?
“Right there.”
In front, Daoist Dayan stopped in his tracks and pointed at the grayish-black skeleton in the pile of rocks.
It was the skeleton of a 100-foot Spiritual Armored demon. Its body had long rotted away, leaving only bones behind.
Around the skeleton were various scattered bodies and bones.
Han Muye’s gaze landed on the skeleton and he smiled at Daoist Dayan.
“I was wondering why you didn’t come yourself. So it’s because of the protection of the demon’s soul. You can’t get close at all.”
His words made Daoist Dayan blush. He straightened his neck and said, “I was just thinking about you, my master…”
Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, slowly walking forward.
“Little Han, be careful—” Before Daoist Dayan could finish speaking, a black halo enveloped Han Muye from the skeleton in front of him.
“It’s indeed a Heavenly Demon!” Han Muye sneered, and the sword light in his hand flashed!