1163 Golden Immortal Sword!
Immortal Lord Cang Yun’s legacy site?
If it was really this place, it would save a lot of effort in searching.
Even if it’s not, the legacy of another Immortal Lord who perished should be worth making a move for.
After pondering for a moment, Han Muye looked at Qin Zhaoyuan and said, “I can make a move, but I can’t guarantee that I will definitely succeed in saving the person.”
Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian was an expert who had a chance of unifying the Bitter Immortal Realm.
Han Muye didn’t dare to say that he was confident in saving someone in the hands of such an expert.
Upon hearing his words, Qin Zhaoyuan nodded and said, “If Immortal Sword Yunlan is willing to make a move, I am already grateful.”
At this point, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground.
Although he looked extremely weak, Chang Linhui and the others smiled.
No matter how severely injured a Heaven Immortal expert was, as long as he did not want to die, he would not die.
Han Muye raised his hand and pointed. A green immortal light wrapped around a pill and flew down.
Qin Zhaoyuan reached out to catch it, a strange look on his face.
This pill was actually a rare good pill.
Han Muye had been in the Immortal World for so long and had almost never refined pills.
He had obtained this pill from the Grotto-heaven of a Heaven Immortal expert he had killed.
He was a little nostalgic about the time he spent refining pills with Mu Wan in the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion every day in the Heavenly Mystic Imperial City.
Just because Han Muye agreed to help didn’t mean that he would go immediately.
Qin Zhaoyuan also needed to recuperate.
He had to investigate the situation in the Bitter Immortal Realm first.
In the next few days, Chang Linhui attracted many Gale Bandits.
On a desolate hill outside Yunlan City, Han Muye stood there. In front of him were dozens of green-robed cultivators with rich blood qi and deep immortal light.
Each of these people exuded a powerful cultivation, and most of them were at the Heaven Immortal realm.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal, you can ask us brothers to submit to you.” The black and thin middle-aged man in green armor, exuding a bloodthirsty aura, stared at Han Muye.
“However, I have a question. Please answer it truthfully, Yunlan Sword Immortal.”
Looking at Han Muye, his suppressed fighting spirit surged.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal, let me ask you, did you have something to do with the deaths of more than a hundred of my brothers from the Gale Bandits?”
A group of Gale Bandits had been killed in the Yunteng Wasteland. The Gale Bandits had gathered in the Wasteland and had been searching for the murderer all these years.
After the dark and thin middle-aged man finished speaking, the others beside him stared at Han Muye with complicated expressions.
Chang Linhui, who was standing in front of Han Muye, slowly turned his head, looking nervous.
The Gale Bandits had always dominated the Bitter Immortal Realm and the Wasteland with their numbers.
They had the advantage in numbers because they were loyal and could gather people’s hearts.
Even if they were severely injured this time and had to leave the Bitter Immortal Realm, their brothers would still support each other and protect each other with their lives.
Chang Linhui had invested in Yunlan City. This time, he had recruited his old brothers to find a way out for everyone.
After all, without a backer, the Gale Bandits could no longer run amok in the wasteland.
Looking at Han Muye, Chang Linhui gritted his teeth.
He was afraid that Han Muye would admit it.
If Han Muye had something to do with killing his brothers, then the Gale Bandits would never submit.
He didn’t know where to go either.
“Their disappearance is indeed related to me.” Han Muye’s voice sounded, making Chang Linhui’s eyes reveal despair.
The knights in green armor emitted a bloodthirsty aura.
“You’re Yunlan Sword Immortal after all. You’re straightforward.” The dark and thin middle-aged man’s expression remained unchanged as he said in a deep voice, “In the past few years, I’ve already found some clues.”
“Those brothers died when they tried to kill you, and their souls were shattered.”
Clenching his teeth, the black and thin middle-aged man spoke word by word, “Yunlan Sword Immortal, you tell me, is all of this your doing?”
Did you do it?
The atmosphere slowly froze.
Everyone looked at Han Muye.
If that was the case, he would fight to the death today.
So what if it was the Yunlan Sword Immortal?
No matter who it was, they had to pay the price for killing their brothers.
The Gale Bandits emphasized righteousness.
Chang Linhui gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
“I didn’t do it.”
Han Muye spoke again.
He disdained lying.
And he wouldn’t take the blame for something he didn’t do.
“I didn’t!”
The Gale Bandits who were looking at Han Muye felt their bodies relax.
The dark and thin middle-aged man took a deep breath and was about to speak again when Han Muye raised his hand.
A spear flew out from his palm.
War Soul Spear!
This was the War Soul Spear used by the Gale Bandit brothers!
Didn’t they say that the deaths of those brothers had nothing to do with him?
Han Muye waved his hand again, and golden phantoms appeared.
Remnant souls!
Looking at these familiar yet unfamiliar remnant souls floating in the air, Chang Linhui and the others’ expressions slowly turned into pleasant surprise.
“Brother Zijian!”
“Baldy!”
“Erhe!”
The battle intent that had gathered collapsed.
A group of Gale Bandits rushed forward, and the remnant souls also flew down excitedly.
Han Muye remained silent and stood aside.
Parting with life and death, separated by life and death.
Now, all that was left were these residual souls.
Looking at these Gale Bandits laughing and roaring, Han Muye’s heart was filled with indescribable emotions.
As a human being, he could not escape these pains.
Wasn’t it because of these regrets that he needed to cherish life more?
To seek freedom and invincibility in his life was just to compensate for these regrets, seize more opportunities, and hold onto everything he might lose.
This was the purpose of cultivation.
Unknowingly, a seed of determination was sprouting in Han Muye’s heart.
The sword in his hand was for protection.
Cultivation was for protection.
What was the Great Dao?
What was beyond the Great Dao?
Could everything he cared about not be considered his Dao?
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