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The fearless Immortal Spirit army had already gone crazy.

Han Muye and the others had attacked Immortal Spirit Star and angered everyone in the Immortal Spirit World.

If they didn\'t keep them here, where would the dignity of the Immortal Spirit World go?

Fortunately, they were already at the edge of the battlefield. Huang Tingji and Yan Zhen led the Divine Dao army over and used the Deity Roll Call to suppress them, forcing the Immortal Spirit army back.

Even so, the Immortal Spirit army did not retreat completely. Instead, they slowly gathered and began to press forward.

"Minister Han, if we want to fight a decisive battle, our Heavenly Mystic army needs to gather." Xiao Lingshan and Lu Yang came to the front line to see Han Muye with heavy-hearted expressions.

The Immortal Spirit army had gathered in the tens of millions. This was a decisive battle.

However, the reserve strength of the Heavenly Mystic World was insufficient. The battle prowess of the various star worlds stacked together could not stop this army of tens of millions.

Unless they mobilized the Heavenly Mystic\'s Heaven Realm experts like last time.

However, the Immortal Spirit Army was a regular army and could be perpetually stationed at the front line.

The experts of the Heavenly Mystic couldn\'t be on the defense all the time.

In the end, the overall strength of the Heavenly Mystic was relatively weak.

It would take time for the army to gather. The Immortal Spirit World might not give the Heavenly Mystic army time to gather.

Han Muye needed to make a decision.

Should he give up on the frontline defense line or go all out?

"Draw a boundary with the star and tell them that if they dare to come, they will not return," Han Muye said calmly as he looked at the void ahead.

Come but not return?

Lu Yang was stunned for a moment. He looked up at Han Muye. Why will they come but not return?

He would not give up on the defense line and would not fight a bloody battle. He merely said that they would not be able to return. Why?

Seeing Han Muye turn around and leave, Lu Yang\'s expression was extremely solemn.

This was the life and death of millions of generals. How could it be child\'s play?

"Lu Yang, how long have you been in charge of the Mystic Sun Guards?" Xiao Lingshan, who was standing beside Lu Yang, suddenly asked.

Lu Yang was slightly stunned and said in a low voice, "It\'s been hundreds of years since I joined the Mystic Sun Guard."

Xiao Lingshan nodded with a smile on his face. "The time is still too short. You\'ll be able to see it clearly after some time."

See clearly?

Lu Yang frowned and said in a deep voice, "General Xiao, are you saying that you can see through life and death?"

He doesn\'t care about the lives of tens of millions of people? Lu Yang thought.

No matter how long he was a general, Lu Yang could not do it.

Xiao Lingshan waved his hand and looked into the distance, saying lightly, "In the world of cultivation, the number of people does not determine one\'s success.

"The Heavenly Mystic is the Heavenly Mystic of Minister Wen, the Heavenly Mystic of Minister Han. It isn\'t yours or mine, or the million-strong-army\'s."

Turning around, Xiao Lingshan\'s gaze landed on Lu Yang. He lowered his voice and said, "It\'s easy to get lost when you\'re in charge of an army. You\'ll feel that you\'re really invincible in the world when the military formation is erected.

"The cultivation world is not like this."

Even after Xiao Lingshan left, Lu Yang did not really understand what he was trying to say.

When the army gathered, the combat power of 10,000 soldiers turned into strange beasts. The power of the battle formation could kill sages.

Wasn\'t this the strongest power in the world?

Even if the Dao Ancestors were in front, a million troops might not be enough. But with 10 million troops, trillions of troops, they should be able to surround and kill them, right?

Could the experts of the world really withstand the siege of a world\'s army?

Although he was surprised, Lu Yang did not violate Han Muye\'s military order.

The frontline retreated 300,000 miles and declared that they could not go beyond the Heavenly Mystic World.

However, this display of weakness was not intimidating at all to the Immortal Spirit World that had gathered an army of tens of millions.

The army crossed the star realm and surrounded the Heavenly Mystic frontline.

At this moment, the Heavenly Mystic army could not gather and could only retreat in defeat.

Without Prime Minister Han\'s orders, the Heavenly Mystic World did not have any experts recruited, nor did it have an army gathered.

At this moment, the Heavenly Mystic seemed to have given up resisting.

This surprised the Dao Ancestors who had witnessed the battle for the Dao.

Prime Minister Han of Heavenly Mystic wouldn\'t be so cowardly, right?

"Do you guys think the Immortal Spirit World can defeat the defense of the Heavenly Mystic with a single battle?" A Dao Ancestor\'s divine sense transmitted.

Many Dao Ancestors agreed. They were extremely optimistic about the Immortal Spirit World, and many had other opinions.

"In the cultivation world, it all depends on who survives to the end. Even though Prime Minister Han\'s previous battles were extremely dazzling, he actually overdrafted his Heavenly Mystic combat strength and revealed all his trump cards."

"Although the Heavenly Mystic has gained a lot of wealth, it will take at least a hundred years to condense into combat power. But there is less than a decade left in the struggle for the Dao. They have no chance anymore."

For the Dao Ancestors who were not optimistic about the Heavenly Mystic, its decline was obvious.

As for the Dao Ancestors who thought highly of the Heavenly Mystic, what they really appreciated were Han Muye\'s unexpected and unrestrained performances.

ραпdα---nᴏνa| сom "If cultivators only look at the comparison of strength, they might as well put up all their treasures."

"Cultivation depends on luck."

"Heavenly Mystic Minister Han is the son of the Great Dao in the Dao Competition."

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If Han Muye heard these arguments, he would definitely say that these Dao Ancestors were just worried.

At this moment, in the cabin, Han Muye was sitting opposite a middle-aged man in a white robe.

The Dao Ancestors didn\'t notice this middle-aged man.

As a divine beast and an auspicious beast among divine beasts, the Qilin had a cultivation that was even more profound than that of a Dao Ancestor. It also had a bloodline power that could conceal the Heavenly Dao.

"The Ten Thousand Demon Palace on Scattered Stars Island and the 32 tribes behind them, 90 million tribes in total. I\'ve brought them all."

The Qilin stared at Han Muye with a solemn expression.

"I\'ve been to the Desolate Wilderness and met those old brothers from back then."

"The bloodline fusion method you used should be the only chance for us demons to continue."

The Qilin\'s eyes revealed a trace of loneliness.

He looked out of the flying ship and said in a low voice, "The Desolate Wilderness has collapsed and it\'s impossible for us to gather again. Without the top experts, we can\'t regain our glory."

"Survival is our only goal."

At this point, the Qilin looked at Han Muye. "I\'ve seen the Old Dragon too."

Azure Dragon, Chen Qingzhi.

"What did Marquis Wu say?" Han Muye asked in a low voice, his expression unchanged.

The Desolate Wilderness of the ancient era had the fierce races of the Azure Dragon, the Qilin, and Baxia , all of which were able to assert their dominance over a territory due to their strong bloodline powers.

However, now their races had declined, and their own power was also weakening.

After the collapse of the Desolate Wilderness, the decline of the demons was inevitable.

"Chen Qingzhi said that you\'re one of the few people who won\'t be biased against the Demon Race. The fate of our Demon Race can be entrusted to you."

Staring at Han Muye, the Qilin said in a low voice, "When you fuse with the body of the divine beast Baxia, I will give you all 32 tribes of the Desolate Wilderness.

"You will become the only king of our Desolate Wilderness Demon Race."

The King of the Desolate Wilderness.

The previous Desolate Wilderness King had fallen, and the realm had collapsed.

Only the rise of a new king could give the Desolate Wilderness demons hope of continuing their lineage.

"After the Dao competition, I hope you can bring us to the depths of the Desolate Wilderness.

"A lot of the secrets buried back then are there."

The Qilin looked at Han Muye and said softly, "The Divine Monument of the Baxia Clan is also there."

The suppressive power of the Divine Monument could purify Baxia\'s power. With the Divine Monument, Baxia\'s power would be much purer.

This was the choice of bloodline power.

For tens of thousands of years, it was natural selection.

Han Muye nodded and did not refuse.

From the moment he took charge of the Sword Pavilion, he had already understood that he was already wrapped in a surging river and could not turn back.

Perhaps there was a powerful figure plotting behind him, but in the past, he was just a powerless being. He did not even have the right to resist.

The chosen weakling was lucky. If he struggled and resisted, another lucky weakling would take its place.

The only thing he could do was to make himself stronger and gather more strength.

Taking over the Heavenly Mystic, trading with the endless Divine Venerables, leaving the dam, and agreeing to inherit everything from the Desolate Wilderness.

The more chips he had, the more authority he had.

As for the Dao competition, he was not worried.

If the Dao Competition only stopped at the Dao Ancestor Realm, then there would be no suspense in this battle. He could gather all his strength and destroy the world of immortals in one battle.

If only the Divine Venerables were involved in this battle, with endless Divine Venerables behind him, he would not be defeated.

If there were more schemes behind this battle, then he would not die.

This was because the mighty person who might be the Wood Deity had told him that they would meet again.

How could they meet if they couldn\'t pass the Dao competition?

Therefore, as long as he kept increasing his strength, he did not need to consider anything else.

"Woo—"

In the void, the horn of the Immortal Spirit Army sounded.

Han Muye looked at Qilin and raised his hand. A golden spear and a jade-colored saber floated quietly in front of him.

"Senior, I\'ll leave this battle to you."

Qilin\'s expression did not change as he looked at the saber and spear in front of him.

An empty pledge of loyalty was ultimately inferior to a pledge of loyalty.

If the 32 tribes of the Desolate Wilderness wanted to submit to Han Muye, they had to show their sincerity.

This battle was a show of sincerity.

"Okay."

Qilin slowly got up and raised his hand, saber and spear in his hand.