1229 Immortal Burial City (9)
The senses of everyone outside began to blur and distort. They could only rely on their eyes to see.

At this moment, the surrounding city walls were speechless and stunned.

With 19 formation disks connected, even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal wouldn’t be able to crack the array formation’s power.

“Brother Zi Yu, this junior of yours is not ordinary rich…” Demon King Tu Tian’s gaze landed on the array with a sigh.

“When this array is set up, it will cost at least 100,000 spiritual rocks a day.

“This kind of burning spiritual rocks is not your Sword Sect’s style.”

As he spoke, Demon King Tu Tian’s eyes drifted towards Immortal Lord Yu He.

Immortal Lord Yu He belonged to the Daoist sects. The cultivators of the Daoist sects under him were considered extravagant.

However, he had never seen anyone so ostentatious.

As for sword cultivators, weren’t sword cultivators always the poorest?

“Hmph, let’s see what happens on the battlefield. This formation might be useful if it’s moved to the front line. Here, hmph.” Immortal Lord Yu He snorted and turned her head away.

The golden light barrier isolated his divine sense, as well as the rumbles coming from the distant battlefield.

Immediately, the Sword Sect elites who came with Han Muye heaved a sigh of relief.

“Senior Brother Han’s generosity is extraordinary…” The thin Zhantian Hall’s Bai Yue Sword Immortal Bai Tu chuckled as he looked at the nineteen Dao formation disks in front of him.

This had already exceeded all his assets, including the sword he had obtained from Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han is the Yunlan City Lord. Before I came, I asked around. Yunlan City earns at least hundreds of millions a day in the wasteland,” a Sword Sect disciple in a jade-colored robe said softly. “I should try to curry favor…”

The formation disks and tents were erected.

There were small formations in each tent that were connected to the big formations.

All kinds of supplies were prepared in each tent, allowing six disciples to live there.

Such extravagant and thoughtful preparations made those elites of the Sword Sect who were used to living hard lives feel slightly uncomfortable.

Sword cultivators only needed swords in their hands.

After asking the elites of the Sword Sect to find their tent, Zhao Chen walked over with a smile.

“Brother, this tent is not bad, right?

“I bought it from the Five Ridges Dao Sect. There are eight array formations in each.”

Zhao Chen proudly pointed at the tent in the middle.
“Brother, that’s your tent.”

Han Muye shook his head and turned to look at Bai Tu and the others. “They can fix it, but we don’t need it, right?”

These words caused their expressions to change.

“As expected of Yunlan Sword Immortal.” The Golden Jade Sword Immortal, Yu Shuling, who was dressed in a light red outfit, laughed, her eyes sparkling.

Han Muye waved his hand, and a few guards in black armor stepped forward.

Glancing at Zhao Chen, Han Muye said, “Protect Brother Zhao and walk around the city to check out the situation.”

These black-armored guards were all of the Demon Luo Clan. They needed to contact their clansmen in the Immortal Burial City.

It was just nice to protect Zhao Chen in the city.

Then, a trace of sword light emitted from Han Muye’s body. “The battlefield is in front. How can I not take a look?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a streak of light.

Behind him, Daoist Ku Xu and the others looked at each other and turned into sword lights.

The six sword energies left the formation and flew toward the battlefield.

“Good lord, we’re going to the battlefield just like that?” Someone on the distant city wall exclaimed softly.

“Not bad. You know you have to go to the battlefield to take a look,” someone said with a smile, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Although the expressions of the Immortal Lords who had been paying attention to Han Muye and the others did not change, the light in their eyes changed.

From the moment Han Muye and the others arrived at the Immortal Burial City, they gave them a completely different impression.

With the ability to withstand a strike from Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, set up camp on their own, possess luxurious formation disks, and even enter the battlefield at a moment’s notice…

This was unlike the previous reinforcements and the usual behavior of Sword Sect disciples.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal? Quite intriguing,” muttered Demon King Tu Tian. He extended his spiritual sense, following Han Muye’s group of sword lights to the battlefield ahead.

Han Muye and the others’ sword lights streaked across the sky, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

However, as they flew, they noticed that the farther they went, the greater the pressure in the void.

After 3,000 miles, the sword light was already suppressed and scattered, making it difficult for them to proceed.

Han Muye frowned slightly, and the others’ expressions were extremely solemn.

Han Muye’s body was strong enough to withstand this pressure, thanks to his divine beast bloodline.

No one else had the strength of his body.

“Senior Brother Han, is this the pressure from the boundary between the divine realms?” Bai Tu’s voice came from behind Han Muye.

The Immortal Burial City spanned both the Immortal World and the God Realm, so the pressure changed as they crossed over.

The pressure at the boundary between the realms was almost unbearable.

As he flew forward, not only did the pressure not decrease, but the city walls on the ground were also shattered, and very few were intact.

This was in contrast to the dilapidated but not broken city on the other side.

“This is what the Immortal Burial City does. It blocks formidable enemies on this side. If those foreign experts used to this pressure cross into the Immortal World, their strength will explode,” Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian explained.

The pressure had already significantly reduced their combat abilities.

However, on the other side, those enemies who had adapted to this pressure and then entered the Immortal World would experience a boost in power. That would be a disaster.

“Boom—”

A 10,000-foot-long saber beam sliced through the gray-red sky ahead.

Through the saber marks, the scene beyond the sky unfolded.

A section of the city wall appeared, marked with splatters of blood. The walls were battered and only uneven stone fragments remained.