Northern Territory, under the Snowy Mountains.

Large golden characters cover the sky!

The power of the great master of Confucianism and Taoism makes the heaven and earth shake, and the mountains and rivers resonate!

One word can cover a day, one line of poetry can break a boundary!

On Han Muye, the purple aura of hope and the golden aura of awe collided, leading to the large characters in the sky and turning into a vigorous literary aura.

This poem is not only powerful and boundless, but its literary spirit is even more majestic.

Such poems and prose appeared in the Northern Territory. If we were in Zhongzhou at this time, I am afraid that the whole world would be filled with literary spirit.

The cultural atmosphere of the Northern Territory is turbulent, and it seems that it is about to break through the barrier of heaven and earth and merge with Zhongzhou.

"The Grand Master takes action?" In Zhongzhou, Prime Minister Wen stopped the ink pen in his hand and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the North Territory.

In the world of Tianxuan, how could such a great master of Confucianism and Taoism come to be?

However, he did not use his spiritual thoughts to explore.

After all, for the Grand Master, it is disrespectful to him to explore without reason.

"The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow... It's really a good word, but it's a pity that if it could be completed, it would be a step forward, and there would be a chance."

Copying the poems from the Northern Territory on the scroll in front of him, Wen Xiang shook his head, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Old Wen, did you arrange the Northern Territory?" A voice sounded in the void.

Wuhou.

Wen Xiang shook his head.

"Haha, it's really interesting. Your Confucianism and Taoism have been very prosperous recently."

"I really like the way everyone carries a sword in Bailu Mountain Academy. By the way, the war in the Wuyuan Realm is tense. Can you send more strong men?"

"Just two masters will do."

There was a hint of exhaustion in Marquis Wu's words.

"You want those two from Bailu Mountain, right?" Wen Xiang shook his head and whispered: "Let's wait and see. If they can grow, I don't mind giving them more opportunities."

In the void, Marquis Wu said "Hmm" and his voice disappeared.

In the Northern Territory, on the sky dome, large golden characters flickered in the void and slowly dispersed.

The golden-purple light and shadow in the sky gradually disappeared.

The shadowy figure of the great Confucian, with his high crown and sword, quietly disappeared.

Deng Chungang fell to the ground with a confused look on his face.

The Sirius standing not far away had an illusory figure and a complicated expression on his face.

Taoist Dayan, who was standing not far from Han Muye, had his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

In front of Han Muye, Taoist Daoshi with tattered robes stood on his knees until he reached the eighth line of the poem, and his Nascent Soul was shattered.

Yes, Yuanying, not Yuanshen.

Back then, the soul of this great master of transformation was chopped into pieces by Sword Master Yuan Tian, ​​and he escaped by relying on the art of clones.

The current Taoist Jushi is actually just a clone.

But even if it is just a clone, this clone is half-step out of the body, and no one in the Western and Northern Territories can rival it.

Coupled with the Dao sword in his hand, he can still fight even if he encounters an out-of-body overhaul.

It's a pity that Han Muye is a great master of Confucianism and Taoism.

Follow your words.

The great masters of Confucianism and Taoism, even Zhongzhou, can be counted on one hand.

In front of such powerful people, even the true out-of-body overhaul can only bow its head obediently.

The great master of Confucianism and Taoism can transform into a god in half a step!

Looking at the Taoist Jushi who was gradually darkening in front of him, Han Mu couldn't help but sigh slightly.

If he were not in the Northern Territory, he, Han Muye, would not be able to block Taoist Jushi's finger at all.

But the Heavenly Dao of the Northern Territory is connected with Zhongzhou, so Han Muye doesn't need to expend much effort to kill the giant stone Taoist.

The phrase "The scenery of the North is covered in thousands of miles of ice" froze the giant stone's body.

Before the sentence "I want to compete with the Lord of Heaven" could be uttered, Taoist Jushi had already shattered his Yuan Ying.

This made Han Muye, who was very interested, have no choice but to take back the ink pen in his hand.

"I should have returned to the fairy world if I had known it..." His body softened, and there was a trace of regret on the face of the giant stone Taoist lying on the ground. Then he slowly closed his eyes, and pieces of spiritual light scattered around his body.

Han Muye could feel joy surging between heaven and earth.

Just like in the Fire Source Realm, as long as you kill the practitioners outside the realm, there will be gifts from heaven and earth.

Now Han Muye is qualified to trade equally with heaven and earth. If he kills outside practitioners, heaven and earth will naturally respond.

This feedback will increase the power he can borrow from heaven and earth.

Raising his hand, Taoist Jushi's half of Taoist sword fell on his hand.

This is good stuff.

Han Muye has the other half of the sword in his hand.

It's a pity that no one can repair this thing, let alone Xijiang, even Tianxuan World.

Having seen the process of casting the Dao Sword, Han Muye knew that even in the fairy world, it took a large family to save countless years before it could be successfully cast.

Putting the Dao sword directly into the storage ring, Han Muye turned to look at Tianlang.

"I think the senior is the number one swordsman under the Sword Master back then, Senior Tianlang, right?"

Sirius turned to look at him, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

"I will stay in Western Xinjiang for a while."

"If you can pick up my three swords with your swordsmanship after a period of sixty years, Western Border will be handed over to you."

Sirius paused, and then said: "If you can't catch it, I will kill you."

After saying that, he glanced at Dayan beside Han Muye, and his figure turned into a stream of light.

Watching him fly away, Taoist Dayan shook his head and snorted: "Don't worry, this guy is just talking."

"He can't lose face."

Speaking of this, Taoist Dayan shook his head with some regret and said: "You are still practicing Confucianism and Taoism. This is what Sword Master Yuan Tian hates the most. Otherwise, Tianlang might just stay and give you guidance."

Han Muye chuckled softly, turned his head and looked at Deng Chungang.

It doesn't matter to Han Muye whether he gives advice or not.

He has obtained most of the inheritance from Yuan Tianjianzun.

As for Tianlang, he might have some more experience, but for Han Muye, who has a full level of understanding, it is not necessary.

Having such a great man by your side is not as good as Taoist Dayan.

Deng Chungang raised his hand, and in his palm were three yellow-colored sword pills.

Han Muye did not answer.

He raised his hand, and the eight treasures in his palm turned into an ink pen.

"Mountains and rivers are far away from old friends, and thousands of miles of wind are like swords!"

Between heaven and earth, a ray of sword light struck Deng Chungang's head.

Deng Chungang was stunned, rolled and crawled, and escaped from the scope of the sword light.

"The moon in Yanshan is like a hook, and the hills and valleys are like a knife."

A long crescent-moon knife grazed the top of Deng Chungang's head, cutting off his bun.

"What do you mean, kid?" Deng Chungang shouted lowly, and the snow-colored sword light rose in his hand.

Han Muye did not speak, but wrote another sentence with the ink pen in his hand.

"Hu'er sent his horse flying to the north of Hebei, and came west to kill thousands of troops with one sword."

A ray of sword light hit Deng Chungang's neck.

The light of the sword was quiet and seemed to freeze people.

"Well done!"

Deng Chungang shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand faced the sword light and collided with Qingyou's sword shadow.

Han Muye wrote a poem with his pen, and the poem was condensed on the sword.

One sword after another slashed Deng Chungang thousands of feet away, leaving him unable to fight back.
To be continued...