Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The void shook, and the golden halo around Han Muye was instantly frozen.

Even the power that can break space and time is directly suppressed.

Han Muye's figure is between fantasy and reality. Under the endless force, he can't move at all.

This is the difference in absolute power. His Cultivation Base power is an order of magnitude worse than the one who shot it, just like a giant dragon crushing ants.

From stepping into Heaven to now, Han Muye has not felt this helplessness over his own life and death for a long time.

The powerhouse in the void was just Solaceon's shot, quelling the power of teleportation, and taking his life and death in his hands.

In Han Muye's eyes, a strong spiritual light burst out.

This is an unyielding stubbornness.

"Everyone, after all, it is the person who Immortal Venerable fancy, let him go, but the treasure is obtained by fate."

In the void, another voice sounded, and a pair of illusory hands grabbed the golden stele on Han Muye's back.

Said to let Han Muye go, but took the stone tablet first.

"Bam—"

The stele is full of cracks, and golden pages of paper can be seen flying in all directions.

These pages of paper with strange power are scattered, with illusory and mysterious power, like butterflies flying, and they are stunned by the broken stone tablet.

"Hmph, fellow daoist Zhu You, you are also a Celestial Immortals, so don't be so shameless?"

"Bam—"

The golden stone tablet finally shattered, and pages of paper were scattered.

A pair of big hands were revealed, and they came to fetch the pages.

Han Muye could only stare, watching these scrolls full of words being picked up by several pairs of big hands.

On these pages, the words of this mysterious avenue were recorded, and the words flashed with brilliance, as if they were about to escape from the pages.

If you can gain insight into the Cultivation Technique and records on these scrolls, it will definitely be a great improvement for your practice.

Maybe you can rely on one step to achieve the realm of Tianzun.

This is the chance that belongs to him Han Muye, but at this time, he can only watch these opportunities are taken away by Snatch.

Even if he stared at it with all his strength, he could only memorize a few words on the scrolls.

This kind of big talk that requires constant insight is not something that can be understood at a glance.

The deprivation of opportunity makes Han Muye Rage in his heart.

Baxia, who was pressed under the phantom monument, roared, trying to break free.

The surrounding world is constantly changing and then shattering.

The competition of these people did not care about the life and death of Han Muye at all.

The collision of the two forces squeezed Ba Xia's body sandwiched in it, rubbing it like a piece of tissue paper.

"Hmph, it's just ants. Since you have Spite in your heart, don't keep it." A big hand in the void grabbed a golden sheet of paper and pressed it on the top of Han Muye's head.

The palm of the hand pressed down, and the paper page in the palm of the palm shone with golden light.

Han Muye stared at the golden page, the text on it kept expanding and changing.

The palm fell like a sky, hitting the top of his head.

At this moment, his soul and body seemed to be crushed directly.

Can't sit still!

The power around him gathered, and the entire body was suppressed and unable to move, but his sword of primordial spirit could move.

"Roar--"

Ba Xia raised his head to the sky and hissed, and a blue-grey long sword shot out from the huge mouth and hit the palm above his head.

The long sword slammed into the golden paper, and the golden words twisted and flickered.

These words, Han Muye understands, comprehends, but cannot exert their power.

But at this time, he can only fight with all his strength.

"Lingfeng, Tianluo."

"Three points, Yuan Dong."

Baxia whispered in his mouth, making a murmur that only he could understand.

The voice seemed to mobilize the power in the void, and the handwriting on the golden page responded and began to tremble.

The golden paper wraps the long sword, then turns into a golden blade, severing the giant palm.

In the void, some people let out a light whimper, and some people whispered.

Others chuckled.

The long sword that cut open the palm didn't stop, it rotated backwards and stabbed towards the other palms around it.

"Child Damn it."

"I don't know how high the sky is."

In the void, a voice whispered.

Those big hands spread out and grabbed towards the long sword.

It's just that the long sword suddenly turned and slashed down!

The sword's edge is clear and cold, and the slash is the tyrant

"boom--"

Half of the jade-colored futon exploded directly, and a strange and agile force instantly filled the air, causing the space to float in the void.

The other half of the futon turned into azure light, wrapping Han Muye's lower body, carrying only half of the stele, and some paper pages left in the stele, breaking through the void, crossing the river of time, and disappearing. .

"Today's revenge, he must avenge from Japan and South Korea!"

In the void, Han Muye's voice revealed Sen Han's killing intent.

What Celestial Immortals Golden Immortal, Snatch own chance, see himself as an ant, and kill himself.

This great hatred, when he cultivates the Great Dao, will definitely be returned!

"boom--"

Ba lowered his body and collided with the last Barrier in the air of Shattering Void, and disappeared.

"This son is arrogant-"

"Who is Immortal Venerable's fancy, he has some skills."

"When Karma is formed, it's up to this kid to really kill him."

"Haha, it's easy, Honghuang dominates the next clan, it's just cutting the grass and eradicating the roots."

"It's useless, this child came from a long river of time, and it has a chance in itself. It is impossible to get rid of the Baxia clan."

"Try it, it's just a small group of divine beasts, what can it really do?"

The voices circulated in the void and finally dissipated.

...

When the streamer in front of Han Muye dissipated and countless cyan breaths poured into him and merged into his blood, he had returned to the ruined wilderness.

Everything seems to be a dream.

But this is not a dream!

Raising his head, he could see the broken, broken stone tablet with a height of only 100 feet. The lines on it were the pages of paper left by Immortal Venerable.

Immortal Venerable inheritance scrolls, there are only less than one hundred and one left.

The blood flowed, and he could feel a pattern behind his own.

Universe Array!

With Immortal Venerable as a guide, engraved on the back armor of the beast tyrant, the power of this pattern is stimulated, and it can kill immortals and gods!

In his body, a blue-grey aura was constantly intertwined, traveling through the Meridians with coolness and peace.

That is the power contained in half a futon.

The other half of this force burst, directly breaking the confinement of the powerful immortal.

The remaining power of the futon carried Han Muye through time and space, and there is still a trace left.

As far as the remaining power in this futon is concerned, in Han Muye's opinion, it is more than ten times the power from his Cultivation Base!

This power is nurtured in his body, and he can feel the fusion of blood power and his own practice Realm.

origin!

This power is the source of the power of the heavens and the earth, and it is formed by the aggregation and refining of the power extracted from the universe of the gods!

The level of this power is many times higher than Han Muye's current practice.

Savoring the change of this power in the body, Han Muye's expression became more and more gloomy.

Originally, I owned an entire futon, with the Immortal Venerable inheritance, but now, the inheritance is scattered, and the futon has only a trace of its origin.

It's all those guys, will own the chance to Snatch!

On Han Muye, a strong killing intent emerged.

This kind of opportunity may not come again in this life, and it was just taken away by Snatch!

"You wait, what belongs to me, I will definitely take it back." Han Muye gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

It was only at this moment that Han Muye realized that he could not be so detached.

Whether it is the treasure house of the god emperor or the supreme treasure, he has never felt distressed when it is sent out.

But this time, he was distressed.

If the inheritance in the stele is intact, and the source in the futon is not lost, how many detours will he have to take! "Om-"

In his mind, the shock of the sword of the primordial spirit warned him, making him tremble.

As if a basin of cold water was poured down, the flames in Han Muye's eyes dissipated instantly.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Black's illusory figure not far away.

"Heavenly Devil?"

I don't know when, I was attacked by Heavenly Devil, almost lost my mind, and was controlled by Rage and killing intent.

If it weren't for the fact that his Cultivation Base was already profound and his primordial spirit condensed into essence, he would have lost his ego and turned into a monster who only knew how to kill.

Immortal Venerable has said that he couldn't keep the inheritance of the Heavenly Stele and the futon. It was already extremely fortunate that he could keep so much.

But the tyrannical power invaded his mind just now, and he became delusional.

"Heavenly Devil?" The figure of Black in front stepped forward slowly, with a slight smile on his face.

This is a young man wearing a black robe with a pale face.

"Perhaps, our family has always been treated as a demon."

The young man looked at the broken stone tablet behind Han Muye, his eyes twitched.

There was a flash of Spite and killing intent on him.

"It's this thing that has suppressed me for millions of years."

"Those rubbish, smashed the wasteland, and didn't even find my position, so I wasted such a long time in vain."

The young man gritted his teeth and roared, the halo in his eyes turned crimson, scales appeared on his body, and behind him, a pair of black wings spread out.

Han Muye could see that this young man had a shadow similar to the power of the spirit armor demon clan, as well as the power of a demon cultivator.

Not only that, the power in this young man actually has the same origin as the Devil Dao powerhouse when he was listening to Immortal Venerable preaching today.

"Unfortunately, I don't like Baxia's bloodline."

The young man with his wings spread out, and he appeared above Han Muye's head.

He raised his head and screamed, and in an instant, the blue-gray power of the entire wasteland vibrated.

This is an existence powerful enough to suppress the reckless waste!

I am afraid that this power has already surpassed the endless Heavenly Venerate who has stepped on the power of transcendence!

Han Muye's expression was extremely solemn.

He understands why all the creatures in the wasteland are low-minded.

It was because he was disturbed by this strong man who had been pressed under the monument.

When Manghuang was complete, its power could not be wielded. When Manghuang collapsed, the strong man was exhausted, and the source of the prehistoric wilderness was extracted, the strong man would quietly change Manghuang.

It can be said that the old wasteland is now the dojo of this strong man!

"boom--"

In the distance, figures fell one after another.

Whether it was listening to the truth or Qilin, the faces of those strong beasts and beasts were all full of fear.

From a few days ago, they sensed the invasion of a powerful force and had to flee.

But I didn't expect that I would not be able to escape.

"This is, the legendary Mora clan!" Qilin looked at the young man with his wings spread, and said in a deep voice.

"It's the Moruo tribe who betrayed Honghuang, fell into the abyss, and chose the dark power?" Chen Qingzhi clenched the long knife in his hand, staring at the gray-black power surrounding the youth.

The power made his heart palpitate.

It seems that as long as the youth spread their wings, they all have to die.

"Too weak." The young man looked around with a look of regret on his face.

He clenched his fist lightly, and all the divine beasts slumped to the ground, as if their hearts were pinched.

Han Muye only felt that the power of his own blood was involved, and the power of the underlord had to be extracted.

This is the suppression of blood power, indicating that the opponent's cultivation level of blood power is too high.

It cannot be resisted by the power of divine beasts!

When Han Muye moved, the power of the divine beast spread into his body, and then he flew up.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword is unsheathed, Sword Ray gathers, and the edge shines, stabbing the young man standing in the air.

"It's interesting." The young man smiled lightly, raised his hand, and popped his fingers.

"when--"

The long sword collided with the fingertips, Han Muye's body froze, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood Spit Up.

The young man also trembled slightly and took a step back unconsciously.

Surprised on the young man's face, he looked up at Han Muye: "In this low-level world, there is also a master of kendo cultivation like you."

"rare."

After a pause, a cold glow erupted in his eyes: "I hate Jian Xiu the most."

The palm sticks out, tearing the Shattering Void directly, appearing on Han Muye's shoulder.

This strike is not only fast, but also breaks the limit of space.

Han Muye couldn't dodge at all.

With this palm clasped, he will surely die.

"break."

The long sword was raised, Han Muye snorted lowly, and the void exploded.

In an instant, the 10-zhang radius was chaotic.

The palm that fell on Han Muye's shoulder was shot three feet away, and the void was shot into a rippling ripple, and then dissipated.

The blow of the Shattered Void failed to succeed, and the young man looked at Han Muye with a serious flash in his eyes.

The wings on his back trembled slightly, and in his hands, a slender sword of black feathers appeared.

"The last person who asked me to use the sword was the guy from the Xuanling Sword Sect."

"In this rubbish place, there are still people who can let me use a sword, what a goddamn bastard."

With impatience on the youth's face, the sword in his hand slashed towards Han Muye.

This sword seems to be an understatement.

But Qilin and others not far away all widened their eyes.

In front of them, Han Muye's body was folded by countless spaces, and then torn apart.

But the torn void was instantly restored.

The overlap of time and space, what they see is the scene after one ten thousandth of a breath.

"That guy can't stop this sword. If he hadn't borrowed the power of Jiuyuan Pagoda, Daddy would have ripped off his skin." The young man snorted coldly and looked at Han Muye under Black Sword Ray.

The next moment, he stayed there.

Behind Han Muye, a nine-story sword tower appeared.

On the ninth-story sword tower, the faint Sword Ray resisted the folding of space, and absorbed this power into it.

"Fuck, the inheritance of the Xuanling Sword Sect—"

"wrong!"

Before the youth could finish his words, he was already staring at the golden light flashing on Han Muye's sword of primordial spirit.

His whole body trembled, his wings wrapped directly around his body, he threw away the black sword in his hand, and shouted: "Young Master, spare your life—"

In front of him, Han Muye's sword Expanding Aperture.

On the gray-black sword body, the remaining golden lines are interlaced.

This pattern is the handwriting on the golden paper pierced by the long sword.

At the beginning, Han Muye had whispered this handwriting softly.

"Lingfeng, Tianluo."

"Three points, Yuan Dong."

"boom--"

The air of slaughter floated in the sky, the golden aura burst, and the world trembled for thousands of miles.

This killing opportunity that emerged from the bottom of his heart made the young man's already pale face no longer bloody.

"Murderous Condensation Sword, this inheritance-"

The young man gritted his teeth with a look of remorse: "I'm just a cheap rider. I kill my sword and pull it out of its sheath, and I won't return if I die."

He looked up to the sky and shouted, "With my demon spirit, sacrifice the sword—"

At this moment, countless creatures in the entire wasteland passed through the layers of space, blocking Han Muye's sword of primordial spirit.

"Thorn-"

The blue-grey Slaughter Sword pierced the endless void, and the blood of countless creatures stained the sword body red, and then was swallowed by the long sword.

The long sword touched the young man's forehead, making him tremble.

"Young Master, do you remember the Celestial Immortals who taught you the Fa five million years ago?"

"We Mora are under Immortal Venerable."

"I, I'm here to find the young master in charge of the Moruo clan, kill the Universe God Realm, and rescue the Immortal Venerable who was imprisoned in the Shenyuan Temple!"

Looking at Han Muye and the sword between his brows, the youth trembled and whispered.

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