Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

What is a fairy?

Han Muye has always thought that beyond the realm of heaven, immortality is immortal.

Those Transcendent consecrated major practitioners are immortals.

He thought he only needed to go one step further before he attained Immortal Ascension.

Until he saw the picture in Divine General's long knife.

Immortal light lingered, and a sword fell.

Saint, Daozu, Tianzun.

All Han Muye thought he had Transcendent's life, shivered under this sword.

"Thorn-"

With one sword, a Heavenly Venerate who was covered in Spiritual Qi soaring to the sky and surrounded by avenues was cut into two pieces by Sword Ray.

The person holding a long sword wears a robe with five dragons coiled around it, and wears a jade dragon crown on his head.

With blood on the sword, it slowly pointed forward.

"Come on, who else wants to die?"

For a time, all the strong men stepped back and dared not speak.

Immortals and mortals, it turns out that the gap is like a moat!

The long sword returned to its sheath, and the lazy voice resumed: "Let's go, isn't it good to let this god emperor finish this session of guard well?"

"Practice well, Immortal World, that's a world you can't imagine."

...

This memory made Divine General remember, even if he fell into the dam, he did not forget it at all.

The sword that killed Tianzun also made Han Muye narrow his eyes.

As a swordsman, he has a natural sensitivity to swordsmanship.

But the sword of the god emperor beheading Tianzun, he did not perceive the origin of the power.

It seems that this sword directly tore space and cut off time.

time!

This sword must be a way to control time.

wrong.

Looking at the action of the god emperor, it seems that it has not reached that level. Instead, it is the sword that has unimaginable power.

The Immortal Sword must be the Sword of Immortal Treasures.

The memory images flowed in the long sword, and Han Muye saw the Divine General's treasure house guarded by the Divine General, and countless treasures were shining.

There are also various precious spiritual materials and medicines, each of which is worth hundreds of millions.

The best Spirit Stones are piled up, and there are fairy Spirit Stones with a fairy spirit.

This should be the richest place in the world, right?

Even though Han Muye is very knowledgeable, he almost lost his mind in front of this treasure house.

Who can see so many treasures and not be moved?

The screen changed and suddenly became turbulent.

The shattered world, and the layers of buildings collapsed.

"Bold and rebellious, you are courting death—" The god emperor's lazy voice turned into rage, and there were roars and sword whistles.

The Secret of the Fall of the Divine Court!

Han Muye stared at the picture, not letting go of the slightest detail.

Unfortunately, from the beginning to the end, the only thing the Divine General can do is to open the formation of the treasure house, and then wrap up some scattered treasures and run to a corner.

The whole process, shivering.

It was a battle of supreme power, and the power alone made his legs weak and unable to control himself.

"boom--"

The formation of the treasure house collapsed, and countless treasures were wrapped by the power of the remaining formation, divided into tens of millions, and scattered towards the surrounding void.

At this moment, the entire divine court began to turn into a vortex.

Han Muye saw the god emperor wearing the five-dragon robe being thrown off his throne by a big hand.

The long sword that could cut off time broke, and a section of the sword flew out of the court of God.

In the sky, cracks appeared, and one after another, the gods and Saints flew into the cracks uncontrollably.

"Fengtian-"

In the void, the owner of those big hands shouted loudly.

The broken sky began to be locked by the dense aura.

"Bold ants, dare to go against the will of Immortal World."

"The next time the Ascension Stage opens, all the creatures in this world will be killed."

In the sky, a blood-colored war spear pierced through the body of the master of the big hand.

The owner of the big hand flew away with a gun.

At this point, all the pictures of the battle of the Divine Court disappeared, and Divine General's memory began to be chaotic.

"It turns out that the collapse of the divine court and the will of the Immortal World have left the great cultivator spirits of the ancient times without sustenance."

"If it weren't for the dam to protect them, they would go crazy and their souls would be broken."

No wonder the dikes are protecting these ancient relics.

Without the protection of the dam, such as this Divine General, it will collapse directly because the soul has no sustenance on the road.

"So, during the battle of Dao, the defeated side will also collapse the Dao?" Han Muye's expression turned solemn.

Before, he had taken it for granted.

He thought that in the battle of Taoism, the victory or defeat was one point, and the loser could survive as long as he succumbed.

At this point, even if he survives, he will also die because of the collapse of the avenue.

It turned out that the Taoism is really endless.

Unless, before the real battle of Daoism, the Dao is directly crushed and the opponent's Dao becomes its own Dao.

This is a hundred times more difficult than defeating the opponent during the Taoist battle.

"If I'm not mistaken, the owner of those big hands..." Han Muye's eyes flashed.

Those big hands once cut off the branches of Tongtianmu.

This one should be the person behind the rebellion against the divine court.

Above the divine court is the Immortal World.

It was the Immortal World that the big hand resisted.

Once in 100,000 years, Shengxiantai was opened, and all the ancestors of Tianzun were ascended to Immortal World, but there was no news to return.

Where the Immortal World is, and how those Powers live and die, no one knows.

"Perhaps someone knows."

Han Muye released the long knife in his hand and took a deep breath.

He looked into the depths of the void dike.

As for the Immortal World, only one person in this world knows, and that is the God Emperor who guarded the Divine Court back then.

The fairy sword in his hand knows the secrets of the Immortal World.

After the immortal sword was broken, most of it crashed with the divine court, but there was still a piece of broken sword that flew away.

Find this severing sword and unlock the secrets of the Immortal World!

"Master, I've posted, I've posted." Daoist was excited, holding several storage bags, and shouted cheerfully around Han Muye.

Even if the Divine General's treasures were looted by various parties in the dam, the remaining treasures were far beyond Daoist's imagination.

Just seeing Han Muye's indifferent expression, Daoist was a little discouraged.

With so many treasures, this is the time when his wealth is at its richest.

Little did he know, Han Muye saw the treasure house of the Divine Court in the memory of the Divine General.

Compared to a whole treasure house, this little thing is just a drop in the bucket.

"Let's go, let's get out of the dam first."

Han Muye spoke softly, then walked slowly forward.

He was not walking fast, and his eyes were focused on the Quartet.

In this place where spiritual thoughts and spells cannot show their power, they can only be observed with eyes.

"Roar--"

With a roar, a ten-foot-tall black long-tailed tiger with black armor rushed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye threw a punch, shaking all over.

The tiger retreated, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Physical strength is comparable!

He has the body of a divine beast, how many creatures in the world can have the same power as him?

Squinting, Han Muye stared at the black armored tiger in front of him.

The fierce tiger's eyes revealed a tyrannical fierce light, grinned, and slowly approached.

"Alien beast, Qiongqi."

Han Muye kept his eyes on the tiger.

This upgraded tiger must be the bloodline of one of the four great beasts in ancient times, so it has the strength to fight against the next. "Roar--"

The tiger flew towards Han Muye, its mouth opened wide, and its claws flashed coldly.

Han Muye didn't change his body, he stepped out and met him with a punch.

If it is a real tiger, the frontal pounce is false, and the long tail clipping is true.

But this is not a tiger in front of him, but a poor one, so it must be resisted by means of dealing with beasts.

Poverty is still evil, and the minions can tear the world apart.

Han Muye punched out, and the powerful qi and blood turned into a gust of wind, blocking Qiongqi's body.

Gangfeng turned into a phantom under the tyrant, with sharp thorns on his back armor, and slammed into it against Qiongqi.

"Bam—"

Baxia's phantom shattered, Han Muye took a step back, and Qiongqi's body retreated, grinning.

What a strong physical strength.

Han Muye let out a low drink and flew forward.

This time, instead of punching with all his strength, he moved his body and landed on Qiong Qi's side, slapping his palm horizontally.

Just as the palm shadow came down, his figure had already spun lightly behind Qiong Qi, and he kicked his butt fiercely.

Qiongqi roared, and just turned around, Han Muye flew over, hitting his elbow on his neck.

speed.

In the confrontation just now, Han Muye has found that Qiongqi's strength is tyrannical, but his speed is one point slower than himself.

One point is enough.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

...

Han Muye rose and fell around Qiongqi, punching and kicking.

Qiongqi roared wildly, his eyes were red, but there was nothing he could do.

It can't catch Han Muye's figure at all.

"Roar--"

The black armor shattered, and the black blood dripping from Qiong Qi roared wildly, and a blood-colored demon light appeared around him.

Han Muye froze and stood where he was.

Qiongqi slammed it down with a claw, as if to shred Han Muye's body.

Seeing this claw come down, Han Muye didn't move, but raised his hand and held it lightly.

"Om-"

A dark golden horn appeared in his hand.

Kui horns.

He has the power of long horns and bloodlines given by the exotic beast Kui Niu, but he doesn't use it very often.

After all, for him, it is enough to have a dominant body.

"boom--"

Qiongqi's sharp claws hit Kui's horns, and the thunder light wrapped Qiongqi's body.

The shattered black scales on Qiongqi's body turned into nothingness, and its original painful expression turned into a daze.

The blood in his eyes slowly receded, and behind him, a pair of fleshy wings slowly spread out.

This is what the ancient Qiqi looked like!

"Overlord..."

Qiong Qi lowered his body and roared, and the old voice passed through the soul.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, staring at the changes in Qiongqi.

As expected, the messy power in the dam can be removed.

Kui Niu's natal thunder can remove this messy power.

"boom--"

Han Muye threw another punch, hitting Qiongqi's chest.

The power of thunder and lightning wrapped in his fist made Qiong Qi tremble, but his eyes revealed surprise.

Looking away from Han Muye, Qiongqi glanced around.

"I haven't looked at the world carefully for many years, it's so clear..."

Its eyes are clear at this time, and there is no more tyranny and confusion before.

Its body slowly turned into nothingness, and then condensed into a white-bearded old man in a gray robe with loose hair.

The body strength of the ancient beasts and beasts is too tyrannical, unable to change shape, only illusion.

"Boy, your ancestors who dominate the next clan are brothers worthy of this old man."

Looking at Han Muye, Qiongqi grinned and said, "You don't even have a stele, so it's very good to have such strength."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the illusory fog in front of him was torn apart, revealing a path.

"Come on, come to my place and sit down."

After speaking, Qiongqi strode forward.

Han Muye followed, Daoist looked around vigilantly, and then turned back to see that the trail in the mist was about to disappear, so he quickly followed.

After walking for half an hour, Qiong Qi stopped under a towering cliff.

"It's a little messy, haha."

Qiongqi said a little embarrassedly.

More than chaos, this place is like a doghouse.

The bones of various giant beasts, the spiritual materials that flicker with aura, and some broken armor...

Han Muye knew that due to the influence of the messy power, the consciousness of the ancient creatures in the dam was extremely unclear.

Qiongqi also followed his instincts and killed everywhere.

Raising his hand and sweeping, Qiong Qi swept out a piece of flat bluestone, and then flew down on it.

Han Muye moved and sat down opposite him.

Daoist Daoist looked around, his eyes lit up, and he quietly probed the place where the aura flashed.

Qiongqi didn't seem to see it, didn't seem to care, just looked up at Han Muye: "Little friend, where are you from, Shenting, are you still there?"

Obviously, Qiongqi has also encountered repair practitioners outside the dam and knows something about the dam.

It's just that his mind is confused and he can't remember many things.

"The Court of God, it should be destroyed." Han Muye shook his head.

He probably told the dam, everything inside and outside the dam, and where he came from.

Ninth Stage, the immortal realm of heaven and earth, the land where the ancient gods fell, the ancient cloud Galaxy, the vast wilderness has long been shattered, and the ancient gods and beasts have almost disappeared...

Qiong Qi listened quietly, the expression on his face constantly changing.

He sighed when he heard Han Muye say that the wasteland was still there and that many mythical beasts were awake.

"I was a big force in the Divine Court back then, but I didn't want to fall into this place."

"I'm afraid there are not many of those old guys left."

Han Muye nodded, looked at Qiongqi, and said in a low voice, "Senior, what was the reason for the collapse of the Divine Court?"

The collapse of the divine court was the main reason for the formation of the dam, and it was also the reason why the world of this practice became what it is today.

"God Court..." A trace of fear flashed on Qiong Qi's face.

"Who wants to be enslaved forever, and the descendants to be controlled by all generations?" Qiong Qi looked forward and whispered softly.

Turning to look at Han Muye, Qiongqi said softly, "If one day, you are forced to go to a place where you have no idea what the future and danger are like, would you be willing?"

Han Muye shook his head.

He knew that Qiongqi was talking about Shengxiantai going to Immortal World.

"It seems that you know some secrets of the Immortal World." Seeing Han Muye's expression, Qiongqi said.

In ancient times, Power came from Immortal World and ruled this great world of practice.

The divine court was established, and Shengxiantai was built. The strongest among the creatures in this party could go to Immortal World through Shengxiantai.

It is said that the Immortal World is the real world of practice, in which there is the practice of immortality and immortality.

This is the way of detachment from the Great Dao, which far exceeds the level of the great world of practice here.

The inheritance of Immortal World has been circulated in this world, and it is indeed far more brilliant than the rough practice methods of this world.

For a time, countless experts from this world rushed to the Immortal World.

Shengxiantai is opened once every 100,000 years, and every time, the powerhouses of all parties have to fight for a chance to gain immortality.

A hundred thousand years, a million years.

Later, there were fewer and fewer top powerhouses in this world, and the requirements for ascending Sendai were also lowered again and again. Tianzun, Daozu, and even Saints could step into the Immortal World.

However, over the past few million years, those senior powers who have stepped into the Immortal World have never turned around, not even a word.

"Afterwards, everyone became suspicious."

"No one dares to ascend to Sendai again."

Fear and hatred flickered in Qiong Qi's eyes.

"Then, Immortal World handed down punishment."