Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 276 - Four Symbols Sword Formation

Chapter 276: Four Symbols Sword Formation

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Sect Master Zhang Cheng of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.
Han Muye looked up at the old man in front of him.
“Is senior so sure that you can kill me that you even dare to tell me Sect Master Zhang’s name?
“Also, I’m very curious. Is the Spiritual Dao Sect’s Golden Core ban really useless?”
This old man had blocked the sword pill’s Star Point attack just now. He was clearly a Golden Core expert.
He looked fearless, as if he was determined to kill Han Muye that day.
If a Golden Core attacked and violated the Spiritual Dao Sect’s ban, he was really not afraid of being investigated.
“If you kill an outsider, the Spiritual Dao Sect might investigate and kill you, Immortal Han. They will probably be glad to see that.” The old man’s expression turned calm as he slowly walked forward.
“As for whether I can kill you or not, that will depend on how capable you, Immortal Han, are.”
After saying that, the old man raised his hand, and green spiritual light covered his palm.
The spiritual light was dazzling and turned into a pillar of light, enveloping Han Muye.
“Teleportation array?”
Han Muye frowned and was about to fly away when he felt his body lighten.
When he looked again, he had landed in a dark valley.
The valley was surrounded by jagged cliffs and filled with bones.
When Han Muye landed in the valley, the wild wolves and beavers that were foraging among the pile of bones turned to look with bloodshot eyes.
“Roar—”
A wild wolf pounced at Han Muye.
“Slash—”
A sword light flashed in front of Han Muye, and the wolf was torn in half.
Then a violent aura surged into Han Muye’s body.
When this aura entered his body, Han Muye’s expression changed slightly.
“Be careful. Everything here is formed by resentment.” Daoist Dayan’s expression was solemn as he appeared beside Han Muye.
Sweeping his gaze around, he said in a low voice, “You’d better not attack. Otherwise, if you attract too much resentment, your soul will be in trouble.”
Resentment.
This wild wolf was not a real entity at all, but a manifestation of resentment.
After killing the wild wolf, resentment seeped into his body.
Ordinary mortals would not be able to withstand this resentment at all. As soon as it entered their bodies, they would probably lose their minds and turn crazy.
Even a cultivator would feel frustrated.
This was the reason why Daoist Dayan was nervous.
Resentment was very unsolvable.
But to Han Muye, it was just resentment.
The Spell of the Mortal World in his divine spot flickered, and golden Great Spirit circulated in his body.
All the resentment was refined and turned into a faint golden Righteousness Qi.
Unfortunately, it was too little.
A wisp, lighter than a hair.
Han Muye looked up into the distance. Not only were there wild wolves, but there were also all kinds of broken bodies slowly surging over.
Some were the bones of demon beasts, and some were human bodies.
They were all gray and black, and their eyes were bloodshot.
Raising his intermediate sword gently, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.
“You want—” Daoist Dayan exclaimed. Before he could finish speaking, Han Muye had already flown out.
“Slash—”
He waved his sword. The sword light was clear and sharp.
The sword light swept past, and all the bodies formed by resentment turned into powder.
Then the grayish-black resentment crashed into Han Muye’s body like a long dragon, enveloping him.
“It’s over…”
Daoist Dayan looked conflicted and muttered softly.
He could not see that Han Muye’s eyes were filled with golden light.
“Cultivation in the world, the Sword Dao, the path of the sword, the way of the sword are sharp, the spirit path is inaction, the Buddhist Sect has a great wish, and the Confucian Dao rules the world.
“The fiendish demons and ghosts have to bow obediently in front of the Confucian Dao.
“It was no wonder that Minister Wen could hold down and preside over the Central Continent for 10,000 years.”
Han Muye raised his hand, and golden Righteousness Qi surged from his fingertips.
“As cultivators, we should not be afraid of all demons. We should have beliefs and righteousness in our hearts.”
Raising his hand, the Great Spirit at his fingertips turned into a line of words: No regrets in this life, no complaints in the next life.
“Boom—”
These words instantly exploded, turning into a golden stream of light that shattered all the black resentment.
Then the golden halo swallowed the resentment and turned it into Great Spirit.
This resentment seemed to be boiling, and a faint jade-white halo dissipated.
There were figures in the halos.
There were people, beasts, demons, and fiends.
“Bam—”
All the halos dissipated, and the resentment turned into golden light that landed on Han Muye’s body, turning him golden.
“Great Spirit…” Daoist Dayan widened his eyes and muttered in disbelief, “This guy has cultivated the Great Spirit to such a level. Could it be that he wants to be the personal disciple of Minister Wen?
Back then, he and Wen Mosheng fought for many years. Now his successor had cultivated the Great Spirit. It was really fate…
Daoist Dayan sighed softly. His body trembled on the spot before turning into a breeze.
When the golden light around Han Muye dissipated, he looked up and saw that he was still in the wilderness. The bonfire in front of him had yet to burn out.
There was no teleportation array. It was just a maze.
How could there be an array formation mighty figure in the Western Frontier who could set up a teleportation array?
In the entire Heavenly Mystic World, not many people had this ability.
However, this maze was not an ordinary maze.
Han Muye looked up ahead.
At this moment, the old man who had blocked the way previously was sitting cross-legged in front of him. His entire body was greenish-black and he was already dead.
This was the backlash of resentment.
But he did not die from the backlash of resentment.
There was a bone-chilling sword mark on his chest.
30 feet away, a female cultivator in a white robe and a red brocade on her head stood there like a white crane.
The sword technique of the Moon Essence Sword Sect.
Han Muye’s gaze landed on the deep mark on the Daoist’s chest, and he said softly, “Thank you, Fairy.”
“Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the immortal, you’re quite capable.”