Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Zhao Pingyu raised his hand, and thousands of golden floating lights scattered.

The clouds are scattered, the sky and the earth are clear and bright, and the blue sky is high and clear.

Outside Dongyuan City, the Wanren Peak is revealed.

The mountain is tens of thousands of meters high, with craggy rocks and safflower mangroves on it, burning like a flame.

This is the second time Dongyuan Mountain has been revealed.

The first time was when Han Muye came to Dongyuan City to fight against Huang Huan, the sword immortal of Sanxi, causing the Dongyuan Mountain to tremble.

Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan felt his own kendo that day and left Dongyuan City.

Today, another strong man in Dongyuan City is also leaving.

Standing on the stone steps outside the city lord's mansion, the city lord Su Zisheng showed a complicated expression and sighed softly.

He knew that day would come.

After all, there will be no lasting banquets for practitioners in the world.

If you want to find your own way, you will always leave.

"boom--"

The sky and the earth roared and vibrated, and the high mountain turned into a big azure stone with three peaks standing upright, and it fell on Zhao Pingyu's palm.

This mountain of ten thousand is a treasure.

"Hehe, Dage, living in Dongyuan City for so many years, I have nothing to give you."

Zhao Pingyu looked in the direction of Dongyuan City, slapped the bluestone in his hand and turned it into three.

He waved his sleeves and swept one of them towards Dongyuan City.

That mountain peaked into a thousand zhang size in mid-air, suspended in mid-air.

"Hey, there's nothing I can give you from being a Dage, Yunlan Sword Immortal, as long as you can help the second brother find the senior inheritance of the formation, my Dongyuan City will be merged into Yunlan City in the future, and I will be a gift for Yunlan City. Acropolis."

Su Zisheng's voice sounded, making Zhao Pingyu tremble.

Dongyuan City is Su Zisheng's half-life effort!

He turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

Although Su Zisheng's Cultivation Base is not top-notch, his attitude and behavior are really nothing to say.

When he invited Han Muye to Dongyuan City, he directly took out so many treasures as a lucky draw, and won the hearts of all the swordsmen.

Today is a promise for Han Muye, and even Dongwon Johto Region can hold it.

No wonder Huang Huan and Zhao Pingyu are willing to live in seclusion in Dongyuan City.

"Haha, let's go." Zhao Pingyu saw Han Muye nodded, laughed, and turned into a breeze.

Han Muye's figure also followed Edgeworth.

Outside Dongyuan City, in the thatched pavilion at the foot of Dongyuan Mountain, several Daoists in green robes bowed slightly towards the direction Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu left.

Flying all the way, Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu were extremely fast.

Zhao Pingyu, known as Zhao Qianzhen, knows the teleportation formation very well.

Set up several formations in the wasteland, mobilizing the power of teleportation from the surrounding large cities.

But on the tenth day, the two had traversed the entire wasteland and came to the edge of the Yunteng Wasteland not far from the Immortal Domain.

It is still the endless desolation, but there are many deserts, and under the scorching sun, the light appears illusory.

There are many giant beasts lying around, looking at the surging qi and blood on their bodies, they appear to be very powerful.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, this borders the Ku Immortal Domain, it's best not to hunt Demonic Beasts." Zhao Pingyu pointed to the leisurely giant beasts: "These are all blood food stocked in the Ku Immortal Domain."

blood, food.

Many demon races do not like to directly devour Demonic Beasts with the same bloodline, but domesticate them, and then extract the bloodline power to refine them.

"Blood War Ancestor likes to scavenge in this area bordering the Ku Immortal Domain, honed by hunting the Ku Immortal Domain monsters."

Han Muye's eyes fell on the huge dead bone on the mountain not far away.

Clearly, these uncorrupted bodies of alien beasts bear traces of the blood War Ancestor's killing power.

"boom--"

In the distance, there was a roar.

"Jianxian Yunlan, we don't want to—" Zhao Pingyu didn't finish his words, seeing the faint fighting spirit rising from Han Muye, he just shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's my fault, I'm a practitioner of the formation of Taoism, and everything is backward."

"You are Jianxiu, you have something to do, you are rushing forward..."

His words brought a smile to Han Muye's face.

"Haha, it's rare for me to see Blood War Ancestor fight against the iron-clad warriors, so I should have a look." Blood War Ancestor's Han Muye has met several people, one of whom is Sanxi Swordsman Huang Huan.

Blood War Ancestor only seeks to win, and wins every battle.

I haven't seen Han Muye, the powerhouse of the Iron Armored War Gate.

This large company is low-key, monopolizing the seven states, but it does not have much intersection with the other Sects.

As far as Han Muye knew, the main forces of the Iron Armored War Gate were all dragged in the Valley of Broken Souls.

Covering Rain is the three major Jedi of Immortal World, only Broken Soul Valley is the support of one family.

The rest of the Immortal Burial City and the Bleeding Cliff are all under the joint control of the Sects of Fuyu Immortal World.

According to Han Muye's memory from Shu Ming's Golden Immortal saber, the Immortal World opposite Broken Soul Valley is also dominated by body refining, and the physical strength is tyrannical.

Regardless of whether it is Daomen or Jianzong, it is difficult to fight with them, and only the iron armored warmen, which are also trained as Dao, can block them.

Because the Iron Armored War Gate alone blocks a Jedi, other Sects don't have any conflicts with them at ordinary times.

"boom--"

The roar of the explosion came, and the sky was shaking, and even the clouds on Soaring in the sky were turbulent.

This is at least a confrontation between the two Celestial Immortals.

Watching this battle of masters will be of great benefit to the cultivators of the same Realm.

Seeing Han Muye walking away with his sword, Zhao Pingyu also became interested, raised his hand and landed one blue mountain under his feet, and the other hung over his head, and then took a step and disappeared.

Flying a hundred miles away, he saw Han Muye hanging in front of him.

At this moment, Han Muye's eyes were full of light as he watched the two figures clash on the wasteland below.

On one side is a big man who is over 10 feet tall, with a half body in blue Tetsu armor.

On one side is a bloody armor, a long spear, and a wielding spear blade, a blood War Ancestor powerhouse with the power of shattering the void.

The fists of the two collided with the war guns, and the resulting void vibrated, smashing away the cracks of Black.

The space between the two of them was like a spider web normal, and it could be broken at any time.

This is due to the two people restraining their strength and suppressing them within a thousand feet, making the internal energy of a thousand feet too surging and mighty.

"kill!"

The bloody War Ancestor strong man with a gun sensed the arrival of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, snorted lowly, and slammed the spear in his hand towards the iron-armored man in front of him.

The big man's waist sank slightly, and he punched out.

"when--"

Sure enough, the name of the iron armor, the fist and the gun collided, and the sound was crisp.

With the power of this strike, the Blood War Ancestor powerhouse stepped back ten feet and suddenly swept the gun in his hand.

"Snapped--"

The hills on one side were picked apart, and a purple-black cheetah lying on the ground shivering turned over and rolled down.

The long spear shone through the cold light, burst like a star, and pressed down toward the purple leopard.

The big man in the Iron Armored War Sect roared angrily, rushed over to protect the purple leopard's body, and let those spear lights slam into his own back, bursting with blood.

The big man let out a low snort, stretched out his hand and held down the purple leopard who wanted to fly away.

This purple leopard is obviously injured, not the blood War Ancestor powerhouse Rival.

"Hmph, the kindness of women."

The Blood War Ancestor snorted coldly, raised the spear in his hand, and glanced at Han Muye who was still hanging.

"Boy, are you also here to grab the bloody purple river car?"

Bloody purple river car?

Han Muye's eyes fell on the purple cheetah.

The Zihe Cha is a commonly used elixir in the world of cultivation.

In fact, it is the placenta of many creatures, which contains a trace of Innate Spiritual Qi.

It's just that when many people take this placenta, in order to keep the immortal Spiritual Qi in it intact, they will take the embryo directly and act cruelly.

The bloody purple river car seems to be a rare treasure bred by this purple leopard.

It's just that Han Muye isn't interested in these things.

As the lord of Yunlan City, he never worries about any treasures in cultivation.

Saying this may make many Golden Immortal strongmen go mad with jealousy.

But it's a fact.

Hearing the words of the strong blood War Ancestor, the big man in the armored battle gate turned to look at Han Muye, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

He held the manic purple leopard with one hand, and his eyes crossed between Han Muye and the mighty Blood War Ancestor.

Although Han Muye seems to be indifferent, he may have performed so easily before these scenes, and he must not be an ordinary weak person.

How many swordsmen who can walk on the wasteland are weak?

"I'm not interested in Zihe Cha." Han Muye shook his head, raised his hands slowly, and clasped the long sword behind him.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, the blood of the powerful Blood War Ancestor holding the spear below burst suddenly.

Strong sense!

Fighting will!

Killing Intent Clash!

"when--"

The long spear blocked the front and struck the sword edge. The bloody War Ancestor's complexion changed and his figure retreated sharply.

"when--"

He raised his hand, and a sword edge appeared above his head.

Back again.

"when--"

In front of him and beside him, a sword edge appeared at the same time.

"Humph!" His eyes showed fighting intent, the long spear slammed, and the spear tip turned into a spear the size of a grinding disc, and the long sword in front of him was thrown away.

"town!"

With a low voice, before his spear, the blood-colored Killing intent turned into a savage, rolling over, opening his mouth, a sword that Bite reappeared, and then his head exploded.

Han Muye's figure finally appeared, falling three feet away, holding a long sword in each hand.

The spirit gathered by this blood evil spirit is sensitive to the power of killing, and even Sucker Punch is meaningless, and it will definitely be discovered.

Of course, Han Muye didn't think about relying on Sucker Punch to defeat a blood War Ancestor master.

"Blood War Ancestor Jia Lintao, who are you?" The Blood War Ancestor powerhouse pointed the spear at Han Muye, and said coldly, "With such swordsmanship, there are few swordsmen in the wasteland."

The big man in the iron armor who was leaning slightly beside him also revealed solemnity in his eyes.

Han Muye chuckled lightly and pointed his swords forward slowly.

"If you can take my sword, you are qualified to know my name."

The voice fell, and his sword had been thrust out.

quick!

Nothing else, just fast!

It seems that the sword is pressing forward an inch, but it has actually pierced thousands of swords.

Each sword is just a phantom light.

But thousands of Sword Rays are superimposed, and the triggered Sword Rays directly tore the void.

Jia Lintao's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Dongxu Peak!"

More than the peak of Dongxu, with his knowledge, even the peak of Dongxu may not be able to perform such a swordsmanship!

On the wasteland, when did such a strong swordsman come?

He didn't dare to neglect, and the long spear in his hand slammed into the sword's edge.

One inch long and one inch strong.

If the sword edge is allowed to come, he will definitely not be able to stop it.

"Tianfeng, bloody battle—"

The long spear took the wind and collided with the sword shadow.

The blood was filled with blood, and the long spear seemed to be unable to stop the sword gathered by the countless swords, and it kept trembling and retreating.

But Jia Lintao had a surging blood-colored Killing intent on his body, with a grim expression on his face, the spear pressed forward and slammed down hard.

Even if the blade is damaged, it will not return!

The name of the bloody battle is truly worthy of its name.

"Thorn-"

Jian Feng brought out a long mark on the spear and cut off the fairy pattern on it.

Then, the second long sword flashed and stabbed straight out.

"when--"

The long sword was pointed on the body of the long spear, just in time where the fairy pattern was broken.

Jia Lintao's face was gloomy, and the spear in his hand was turned upside down. Regardless of the long sword that stabbed at his chest, he only stabbed the spear towards Han Muye's neck.

An inch long, still an inch strong.

"when--"

The spear failed to reach Han Muye.

Because Han Muye flicked his wrist, the long sword stabbed again, picking at the broken point of the spear's fairy pattern, and directly stabbing the top Magic Treasures that had touched the edge of the fairy treasure.

Sword Broken Magic Treasures!

From the beginning to the end, the battle gun was broken in the hands of a strong blood War Ancestor Celestial Immortals!

Jia Lintao gritted his teeth and stepped back, holding a broken gun, staring at Han Muye.

Not far away, the iron-armored warrior man looked extremely solemn, and his body was surging with fighting intent.

"Weak." Han Muye shook his head, took one step, and swept the long sword in his hand suddenly.

Jia Lintao cut off the gun and threw it at Han Muye's head, then moved, stepped back, landed on a black space crack, and disappeared.

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword, a look of disappointment on his face.

I thought it was a blood War Ancestor master, but I didn't think it was a Blood War Ancestor Celestial Immortals who had no more fighting spirit.

The powerhouse of Blood War Ancestor is invincible, strong in the big waves, and the peak powerhouse will definitely have a fighting spirit in every battle.

This Jia Lintao is not.

Just like Sanxi Sword Immortal Huang Huan, this guy has lost his fighting spirit and has no heart to fight to the death.

What Han Muye wants to challenge is the real powerhouse of Blood War Ancestor.

He turned around and looked at the iron-clad warrior who slowly got up.

"Let's have a fight."

The big man pointed towards Han Muye cupped hands and shouted: "Iron Armored War Gate Wuchang congratulations."

Han Muye looked at Wuchang He, who had registered his surname: "You know I want to fight you?"

Wuchang He Yi punched out and said loudly, "The sword madman I met is not one."

These words made Han Muye laugh, the sword in his hand was withdrawn, and then a thick-backed big sword condensed out of his hands.

On him, the aura of the ancient wild beasts condensed, and the phantom of Kui Niu turned into a faint halo.

"drink--"

The big sword in both hands slashed fiercely.

"boom--"

Like a sword that collapsed from a mountain, it directly slashed Wuchang He's body into the air.

The purple leopard, who was lying on the ground, flew up and rushed towards Han Muye.

"don't want!"

Wuchang He exclaimed. Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, turned it upside down, and the ridge of the sword shot down, hitting the purple leopard's head, pressing it down.

This sword was so heavy that it pressed the purple leopard, and Struggle couldn't get up.

"You, don't hurt it."

Wuchang He looked at Han Muye with a hint of nervousness on his face.

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword and looked at Wuchang He: "You and this purple leopard are both injured, so it's not interesting to fight with you."

With the sword in his hand scattered, Han Muye turned and walked back.

For him, it is good to experience the methods of the Blood War Ancestor and the Iron Armored Warriors.

When you have time, slowly deduce these two tricks, and you should be rewarded.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Wuchang He suddenly said.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

Wuchang He showed a trace of reluctance on his face, and then he said, "Your Cultivation Base is stronger than me, and you are also measured in your shots."

After a pause, he looked at Han Muye: "You still have the power of the demon bloodline."

Han Muye looked at him without speaking.

"I, I want to give you Zi Ye."

Purple leaves.

The purple leopard that was lying on the ground raised its head, and the agile eyes were full of unwillingness and reluctance.

"Ziye, you are going to have your own child soon, it is not safe in the wasteland."

"I, you know what's going to happen if you bring the kids back to Sect."

Wuchang He clenched his fists, looked at the purple leopard, and spoke in a low voice.

He raised his head and said softly, "I want you to take it to the Immortal Domain."

Bitter Immortal Domain?

Han Muye understands that Wuchang He is treating himself as a big demon in the Immortal Domain.

Also, his demon blood power appeared on the edge of this bitter Immortal Domain. What if it wasn't a big demon?

"Ugh-"

The purple leopard let out a groan of pain.

Han Muye looked over, shook his head and said, "Let's wait until she gives birth."

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw out a pale golden Medicine Pill.

Medicine Pill melted directly, wrapping the purple leopard.

"Will you deliver?" Han Muye looked at Wuchang He.

Wuchang He's face stiffened.

Han Muye shook his head: "Neither would I."

"Well, I had one or two experiences back then..." Zhao Pingyu, who flew down, said with a smile.

...

Half a day later, in front of a low rock cave under a hill a hundred miles away, the golden fire was covered in flames and acted as Courtney.

With curiosity, it kept looking at the three little purple leopards who were breastfeeding in the arms of the purple leopard named Ziye.

It was just that Zi Ye squinted his eyes, a little tired, but there was still a hint of vigilance in his eyes, as if he was afraid that the golden fire was too close, so he gave them the mother and son.

Not far away, Han Muye sat opposite Wuchang He and Zhao Pingyu.

Wuchang He held a Calabash in his hand and took a big gulp, a blush flashed across his face.

"I know that I and other immortal cultivators should rely on their own combat power as the foundation, especially my iron armored battle gate, and I despise those who cultivate with Assist external forces."

"I, Wuchang Heben, didn't even think about using the power of purple leaves to practice."

"Back then, we met in a war. At that time, it didn't kill me who was seriously injured, and it fought side by side with me to break out of the siege together."

Maybe the people who practice cultivation are the same. Wuchang He has nothing to hide from Han Muye, and tells about the process of acquainting himself with Ziye and how to accompany him in the cultivation process.

Because of Zi Ye's help, his combat power has improved a lot.

With his help, Ziye can also have enough resources to practice.

"Hey, originally, I should accompany Ziye to its clan."

Taking a sip of wine, Wuchang He shook his head.

The Ziye Hui group came back after several decades, and not only was injured, but also gave birth to children.

According to the exchange of spiritual thoughts, Wuchang He knew that Ziye's ethnic group encountered a catastrophe, and the entire ethnic group was almost wiped out.

The strongest in their clan fought against the powerful enemy with all their might, and eventually fell seriously injured.

Because the child in its belly is the bloodline of the strongest in the clan.

"In the past few years, Ziye couldn't play because of his own combat power, and many people in the Sect wanted to give him the idea of ​​a child in his belly, so I brought it to this wasteland."

Wuchang He had a complicated look on his face.

He couldn't protect Zi Ye's three children.

If they go back to Sect, the three pups must be turned in to Sect and then assigned.

Different from other Sects, the door rules of the Iron Armored War Gate are extremely strict, and it has a sense of military law and military rules.

The disciples in the sect usually harvest, and they must be handed over to the Sect, and then redistributed.

After all, the Iron Armored War Sect's strength is to form and rush to kill, and the friendship between the same sect is not bad.

Just handing over everything will make people reluctant.

Wuchang He is selfish and reluctant to hand over Ziye's cub, which is understandable.

Zhao Pingyu turned to look at the purple leopard mother and son over there, and lowered his voice: "It's not easy to take care of them, but I can feel that their bloodline strength is not bad."

Of course, it is not easy for these three little purple leopards to grow up.

But if they all grow up safely, their combat power will be extraordinary.

Wuchang He nodded, a look of hope flashed on his face.

"If you just want to find a place where they can grow safely, I can recommend a place." Han Muye pondered and said.

Wuchanghe looked up at him.

Han Muye whispered: "The bitter Immortal Domain today is a time of turmoil, not a good place to go."

"Through the wasteland, there is a city of Yunlan, where they can live safely."

Yunlan City?

Wuchang He thought for a while and said, "I've heard of the name. It is said that the city lord of this city is a sword cultivator, and his combat power—"

He froze for a moment and looked at Han Muye: "It's you?"

Zhao Pingyu on the side showed a smile: "This is the invincible city master of Yunlan Sword Immortal Yunlan City."

"Yunlan City under the rule of Invincible City is really a rare place in the world that can accept them."

Hearing Zhao Pingyu's words, Wuchang He looked solemn: "I have heard the name Yunlan Sword Immortal, and I admire it very much."

"Can Yunlan City really keep them?"

Whether it's the Wasteland or otherwise, there aren't many places where Demonic Beasts can settle down.

What's more, because of production, the mother and son of the purple leopard who do not have much combat power for the time being.

Everywhere, they are the best prey in the eyes of many.

"I can't guarantee that there will be no killings in Yunlan City, but whether it's the Monster Race or the Demonic Beasts, they can all be treated equally in Yunlan City."

Han Muye's face was calm, and he looked at the purple leopard who was listening with his ears pricked up.

Seemingly sensing Han Muye's gaze, Zibao opened his eyes, looked at Han Muye, and then turned to look at Wuchang He.

The purple leopard whispered a few times, then lowered its head and went to lick the newly born little purple leopard.

The golden fire jumped aside, causing the warm Cal to flicker.

"I, since Ziye is willing to go, I will send them there." It seemed that he had communicated with Zibao Divine Mind, Wuchang He said without hesitation.

"Don't worry, if Yunlan City can stay for a long time, Ziye and I will definitely have a big reward." Wuchang He stood up and cupped hands towards Han Muye.

Han Muye didn't care much about his big report.

But Wuchang He Neng took Zibao to Yunlan City, which is a good sign for Yunlan City.

Even the people from the Iron Armored War Gate are willing to foster Demonic Beasts, which shows the freedom and tranquility of Yunlan City.

"You still have injuries on your body, and your combat power cannot be restored for a while."

Han Muye looked at Wuchang He, raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared.

contract talisman.

"You can try to form a contract with Ziye and assist each other's strength, so that you can recover faster."

contract?

Wuchang He took the talisman, the power in the spirit sense, frowned slightly, and pondered there.

Han Muye ignored him, stood up, stretched out his hand, and brought the golden fire to his shoulders, then flew up onto the cliff and looked into the distance.

Zhao Pingyu also smiled and followed.

"There is the big formation left by the senior. Although I can't see it, I can sense the distortion of the power of heaven and earth." Zhao Pingyu stretched his finger to the horizon ahead.

Han Muye nodded, a gleam in his eyes: "Blood War Ancestor, someone seems to be going there too?"

Zhao Pingyu also saw several blood-colored smoke pillars, and nodded solemnly.

The people of the Blood War Ancestor acted unabashedly, and the plume of smoke could not wait to stain the world with blood.

Just as Han Muye was about to reach out his divine sense, he suddenly raised his brows.

In his Divine Treasure, there was a trace of the vibration of Divine Soul Power.

done.

contract formed.

Under the cliff below, a golden halo flickered, wrapping Wuchang He and the purple leopard in it, and the halo Immortal patterns visible to the naked eye interlaced.

This is the contract between the Terran and the Demonic Beasts, and their minds and powers will be more closely connected in the future.

Of course, as Han Muye, the maker of the talisman, he is not without a little benefit.

The most direct thing is that when the contract was concluded, as a witness, the creator of the contract, he quietly assumed the impartial responsibility that originally belonged to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

With responsibility, there is gain.

Every time a contract is concluded, the power of the soul in his divine treasure will get a little bit of benefit.

One or two invisible changes, but what about thousands, 100,000, and one million?

In the future, millions of contracts can really be concluded. As the creator of the contract, Han Muye, the back-feeding of divine soul power is so rich that even he himself dare not think about it.

When he flew down, the golden light below had disappeared.

Wuchang He stood energetically beside Zibao with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for the invincible city lord." The surging power surging on his body made him feel at ease.

Assist concludes a contract, and the power of the purple leopard restores all his injuries.

This is Ziye's choice. After all, Ziye doesn't have much combat power now, so it's better to lend his own strength to Wuchang He.

The superposition of the power of the two phases, and the blessing of the blood of the demon clan, Wuchang He's combat power is not only not damaged, but has increased several times.

The magic of the power of this contract made Wuchang He Tsk amazed and delighted.

Of course, he and Ziye are life and death companions, and there is no estrangement. Otherwise, it is impossible to achieve this step.

The transformation of the two forces would not have been so smooth without mutual trust.

"This is my identity token in Sect. Brothers from Japan and South Korea may be able to use it when you go to the Iron Armored War Sect to rule." Wuchang He handed a green and black token to Han Muye and said.

Han Muye accepted the token without any courtesy.

The Iron Armored War Gate does not have many interactions with other Sects, and it is relatively exclusive on weekdays. The role of this token is not small.

Wuchang He took the mother and son of the purple leopard away and went to Yunlan City.

With his combat power and the status of an iron armored warrior, it is not difficult to traverse the wasteland.

As long as you go to Yunlan City, you can let Zibao raise the little Zibao safely and live.

Seeing Wuchang He leave, Han Muye turned his head and looked at Zhao Pingyu.

"Qianzhen senior, let's go."

Zhao Qianzhen nodded and raised his hand to cover the cyan immortal light, turning his body into nothingness.

The power of array.

This place is not far from the remains of the senior of the formation road, and the power of the formation road leads them to arrive faster.

After half an hour, the two had come to a turbulent illusory space.

This is the power of the formation to change the surrounding void, so that the power of the void and the power of the formation are combined, as if the cave opened up and exists alone here.

"Using the power of the formation path to simulate the virtual transformation method, although this formation path senior has not stepped into the Golden Immortal Realm, this method is not too bad."

Zhao Pingyu looked at the agility around him and spoke in a low voice.

Indeed, this is a space opened up by the power of the formation, but there is an environment in which to transform the void, which shows that the means are extraordinary.

But unfortunately, this strong man did not take that step and became Golden Immortal Power.

If it is a Golden Immortal, this power level will definitely be different.

"Blood War Ancestor seems to Laser Focus itself with the power of the Tao. These people deliberately step into the illusion and then urge the power to break through."

Han Muye looked at the illusory blood-colored smoke column ahead and said softly.

Over there, the masters of the Digital Blood War Ancestor are struggling to kill.

In fact, there is nothing in this formation that can stop them, just an illusion.

These blood War Ancestor masters deliberately trapped themselves in the illusion, and then fought in it.

This feeling is very much like a challenge on the stage.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Blood War Ancestor is such a belligerent, the performance platform and Shengxiantai are really treasures for them.

If you look at it this way, I am afraid that Blood War Ancestor will go all out to fight for the control of Shengxiantai.

If Blood War Ancestor continues to control Shengxiantai, it will not be good news for Han Muye and the practitioners of Yuantian Star Territory.

"boom--"

Ahead, a blood-colored spear headed towards Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu.

There was Sen Han's killing intent on the tip of the spear, condensing into a bloody Killing intent that made one's heart throb.

No reason is needed, it's just hunting and killing in the illusion.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a cyan blade pierced out of his fingertips.

"when--"

The blade of the sword smashed the blade into pieces.

The void vibrated, and more smoke columns in front gathered here.

"Follow me." The rune immortal light flashed in Zhao Pingyu's hand, opening up an illusory path, leading Han Muye to step into it.

At the rear, those smoke pillars followed, constantly gathering.

Three days later, in front of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, was a cyan Great Hall.

Before the Great Hall, there was an array of golden armored soldiers.

"The puppet battle formation, looking at it this way, the inheritance of this formation senior is probably very extraordinary." Staring at the battle formation, Zhao Pingyu clenched his fists with a bit of excitement in his eyes.

"Jianxian Yunlan, if you want to enter the Great Hall, you need to break through this formation." He turned to look at Han Muye.

Please come with Han Muye, just for this moment.

This battle formation requires real strength to break, there is no fancy at all.

Han Muye turned to look at the plume of smoke behind him.

Twenty blood-colored smoke pillars reaching the sky were already hundreds of miles away, and it only took a quarter of an hour to arrive.

"A quarter of an hour is enough."

Whispering softly, Han Muye stepped forward and fell in front of Great Hall.

All the golden armored soldiers opened their eyes instantly, and pointed their spears at Han Muye.

"The time is tight and the task is heavy, everyone, I won't leave it." Han Muye whispered softly, gathering a large blue-black sword in his hand.

The great sword was five feet wide, as wide as a door, with immortal light flashing on it.

Before the Great Hall, the roar resounded, the battle formation surged, and the strength gathered, condensed into a golden-patterned White Tiger, roaring in the sky.

"White Tiger?"

"I have experience with White Tiger."

Han Muye chuckled lightly, the blood on his body ran like a long river, turning into a thick plume of smoke, the big sword in his hand was raised, he jumped, and the long sword slashed down.

"Crack, Yuan-"