Chapter 902 - 902 Sixth Brother, I'll Leave Zhihu to You (2)
902 Sixth Brother, I’ll Leave Zhihu to You (2)
That was true.
Whether it was the Divine Emperor’s sword in his hand or those treasures, every single one of them was an irresistible treasure.
This was even more terrifying!
Zhao Zhenghe unconsciously took a step back.
Not only did the fellow in front of him set up a trap, but he also took out so many treasures.
What kind of wealth and temperament did this require?
If it were him, he would probably feel the pinch for a long time if he took out any treasure, right?
Taking out so many treasures just to bait the experts and elites of the various factions was definitely something that he could not do.
Even the few large sects in the Upper Three Heavens might not be able to do it!
This was what was truly terrifying.
Seeing Zhao Zhenghe looking at him, Han Muye laughed and said in a low voice, “Senior, it’s really sad that you didn’t thank me after obtaining such a huge opportunity.”
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and said softly, “Senior, you can’t have obtained the Divine Emperor’s sword for so long without obtaining the Divine Emperor’s inheritance and unlocking the secrets in the sword, right?”
Zhao Zhenghe froze.
You’re f*cking here to mock me, he thought.
Ever since he obtained this sword, he had been chased all the way. He did not have the time to cultivate in peace at all, so how could he have the mood to study this sword?
He did take the time to investigate, but he did not find anything in the sword.
Hearing Han Muye’s words, Zhao Zhenghe felt his heart ache.
Men did not cry easily.
“I heard that Senior has been hunted down, so I guessed that Senior hasn’t controlled this sword yet.” Han Muye shook his head and sighed softly. “Unfortunately, Senior doesn’t have a fixed residence and your movements are strange…”
You’re the one who doesn’t have a fixed residence. You’re the one whose movements are strange!
Zhao Zhenghe’s eyes widened.
Han Muye coughed lightly. “Senior, what I mean is that I couldn’t find you. Otherwise, I would have told you the secret of this sword long ago.”
The secret of the sword…
However, his palms trembled slightly, and he could not suppress the excitement in his heart.
Only God knew how much he had suffered.
“Little, Han, Brother Han, tell me about it.” Zhao Zhenghe squeezed out a smile.
“Senior, this Divine Emperor’s sword is a spirit-sealing sword. It can kill and suppress all living things in the world.
“Back then, the Divine Emperor relied on this to sweep through the world and no one was his match.”
Han Muye pointed at the broken sword at Zhao Zhenghe’s waist. “Senior, you can communicate with it with your immortal qi. This sword doesn’t have a spirit, so you can just use it.”
He wasn’t lying.
From the records left behind by Zhou Bangyu, Han Muye had a little understanding of the Divine Emperor’s Sword.
In fact, this sword had been hidden in the Divine Court Treasury for a period of time before it was taken by the Divine Emperor.
This sword was forged by the Immortal World, so the refinement methods were different.
Heart Refinement Technique.
Perhaps this refinement method was popular in the Immortal World.
However, Han Muye could only guess what method to use to refine this sword.
It was probably the cultivation techniques passed down by the Divine Emperor.
Han Muye did not have any himself.
However, he had the foundation of the Divine Court Treasury and the immortal runes.
Zhao Zhenghe’s expression changed, but he did not move.
“Senior, you don’t have immortal qi?” Han Muye asked.
Zhao Zhenghe blushed.
As a Divine Venerable, it was indeed awkward that he did not even gather a trace of immortal qi.
However, the power he gained as a Divine Venerable didn’t come from fighting, but rather from fleeing and hiding. His battle prowess was far weaker than that of the Divine Venerables from the other great sects.
Every time there was a fight for immortal qi, he didn’t dare to go.
“Here, Senior, I still have a few strands of immortal qi here.” Han Muye raised his hand and flicked a few traces of green gases over.
He’s really a good person to the end.
Zhao Zhenghe caught the immortal qi in surprise, and a trace of excitement flashed across his face.
No, this kid is definitely not such a good person.
Zhao Zhenghe stopped thanking him.
“Forget it, I still have an immortal qi array foundation here. I can let Senior use the Divine Emperor’s sword immediately.” Han Muye shook his head and raised his hand to take out the array foundation of the Divine Court Treasury that he had collected previously.
He had already comprehended the formation foundation and immortal runes, so it didn’t matter anymore.
“Senior, in the future, you have to stand on the same side as me,” Han Muye said softly, holding the array foundation in his hand.
Is that all?
Standing on the same side as the Heavenly Mystic, such a small matter?
Zhao Zhenghe nodded and said solemnly, “Minister Han, don’t worry. If we can resolve this crisis, I will definitely be on the same side as the Heavenly Mystic.”
Han Muye raised his hand and threw the array foundation to Zhao Zhenghe.
Zhao Zhenghe held the array foundation and poured the immortal qi he had collected into it. The broken sword at his waist flew off.
“Buzz!”
The broken sword vibrated, and Zhao Zhenghe’s expression changed rapidly.
This was using the array foundation and immortal spiritual qi to simulate the Heart Refinement Technique. He could temporarily control the Divine Emperor’s sword.
At this moment, Zhao Zhenghe felt the power of the Divine Emperor’s Sword.
In the distance, the faceless secret guards who were walking around shook and suddenly dispersed.
Several exclamations and cold snorts came from the void.
Zhao Zhenghe looked up at Han Muye, who was smiling in front of him.
Faceless secret guards descended and surrounded Zhao Zhenghe.
However, this time, all the secret guards had their backs against him and their long sabers facing outwards.
“Hmph, there’s actually someone secretly snatching my control of the secret guards.” Zhao Zhenghe instantly sensed everything as he controlled his sword.
“Brother Han, I’ll go take a look.”
Holding the broken sword, Zhao Zhenghe’s eyes flashed.
After being chased for so long, it was time for him to counterattack!
“Senior, please go ahead,” Han Muye said with a smile.
“By the way, Senior, it’s better to kill fewer people. After all, it might be useful during the Dao Competition.”
Han Muye spoke softly.