"boom--"

Han Muye felt that his whole body was wrapped in a powerful force, and then the power of his blood was suppressed and returned to his body.

When he looked up, his body had transformed into a man wearing white clothes and carrying a sword box on his back.

It's just that the golden light flowing all over his body at this time, and the power of Baxia's bloodline intertwined, made him look like an incarnation of a divine beast and a great demon, not a human being.

He looked up and saw an old man wearing a moon-white robe sitting cross-legged on the bluestone in front of him.

The old man had white hair and a long beard, with a slight smile on his face. The bun on his head was held up by a wooden hairpin. The robe on his body looked like nothing more than a linen robe, hung loosely.

There was a small desk in front of the old man. On the desk were a small clock, a jade chime, a jade seal, and several open volumes.

When Han Muye raised his head, he met the old man's eyes. At that moment, it was as if his whole body was penetrated by the old man's clear gaze.

This shocked him all over, and he lowered his head unconsciously and turned his eyes away.

There were seven or eight other practitioners wearing various robes around the old man.

The auras of these people were restrained at this time, and their cultivation was completely invisible.

But these people are extremely popular, and the halo that flashes in their eyes seems to encompass all things in the world.

Who are these people?

What on earth is this place?

"sit."

The old man at the head raised his hand, and a green futon fell in front of Han Muye.

Everyone else has this futon.

Han Muye was still a little stunned. A middle-aged swordsman with a stern face next to him shouted impatiently: "You can sit down if the Immortal Lord asks you to do so. If you don't want the opportunity of the Immortal Lord to preach, don't delay us."

Immortal Lord?

What is this name?

Han Muye knew that the strongest cultivation state in the immortal world, surpassing the Golden Immortal, was the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Immortal Lord, is he Daluo Jinxian, or is he above Daluo Jinxian?

He bowed to the old man in front of him, then took a step and sat on the futon.

A message of pure heart came from the futon, causing his originally violent energy and blood to tremble slightly and slowly settle down.

The violent power around him seemed to be suppressed by the futon, and the area was peaceful.

The old man at the head nodded, glanced around, then spread out the books on the desk in front of him, raised his hand, and flicked his fingertips on the jade chime.

"when--"

The voice was long and melodious, seeming to vibrate from the bottom of my heart.

This sound instantly silenced Han Muye's turbulent energy and blood, his heart became clear, and the brutal killing in his eyes was suppressed.

The green-gray sword in his mind kept vibrating, and the sound of the sword that only he could hear came out, intertwined with the sound.

Just the sound of the jade chime is the power that can be connected with the sword that I have condensed.

How high is this old man's cultivation level?

"I preach once every 128,000 years. Some of you have heard me teach the Dharma five times, and some have heard it three times. Today, the ancient beasts came to listen."

The old man's voice was calm and filled with soothing peace.

His eyes swept across Han Muye's body, like running water.

"I preach and preach the Dharma without distinction. It all depends on chance. I have thirty-one disciples. The strong one is already the Great Luo Jinxian and is not far away from the position of the Great Luo Immortal King. The weak one——"

The voice paused, and Han Muye felt that all the eyes around him were focused on him.

This is a force that overturns the heaven and the earth and crushes it with countless giants.

It was as if the whole world had hit his chest in an instant. If it hadn't been for Ba Xia's strength, his body would have shattered into powder.

"Haha, if this little guy can enter my sect, he will be the weakest among them."

Get started and become a disciple of this powerful immortal who is in an unknown realm?

Above Daluo Jinxian, Daluo Immortal Lord is the disciple of this powerful man?

Han Muye didn't know where this place was, or who was listening and preaching.

But he knew that this was the opportunity that the Sky Monument brought to him.

Perhaps, this is the opportunity that the Baxia clan has always been burdened with.

Taking a gentle breath, he looked calm and sat still.

This look made the old man nodded slightly.

"Millions of years ago, when I was teaching the Dharma, I evolved the Zhoutian and set up a Zhoutian array. At that time, several disciples learned a little bit about it, and now they are able to control the Divine Realm and the Zhoutian."

"Unfortunately, the Zhoutian formation is too strong, and even the entire God Realm Zhoutian cannot fully deploy it."

"Today, I will tell you how to use the power of formation to mobilize the power of the heavens to create a killing formation."

Weekly formation?

Han Muye didn't know if there was any connection between this Zhoutian Formation and the Zhoutian Formation he had studied.

But he felt that the Zhoutian Formation he built might not be able to control the Zhoutian Formation in the God Realm.

Although he doesn't know where the God Realm Zhoutian is.

"I am practicing cultivation in the God Realm, and I cannot do without killing."

"There are countless tyrannical beasts in the ancient world, and there are even more innate gods and demons in the void world. We Qi practitioners like us must fight for and kill if we want a chance of survival."

There was a coldness in the old man's voice, and a cold and murderous aura enveloped him.

Rays of golden light appeared in front of everyone, and haloes shot out from the old man's hands.

Every halo of light is as cold as freezing the world.

When the halos are superimposed, the entanglement between the forces makes the body and soul seem to be torn apart and merged into it.

Han Muye had never seen this kind of power before.

He had no idea what kind of strong person could control such a powerful force.

The tiny bits of space shattered in the halo, and the fleeting light directly break the confinement of time.

Even the power of time and space was shattered in this light array.

Wouldn't such a formation be invincible?

"Isolate the power of heaven and earth and trigger the opportunity to kill. If this formation is completed, we will kill the immortals and kill the gods." A cold look flashed on the old man's face, and endless opportunities for killing were lingering.

The original peaceful appearance disappeared and turned into a young man in his thirties with black hair and a cold expression.

Han Muye didn't know what kind of power this manifestation was, but the guys around him were not surprised at all.

Others around him were looking at the light array in front of them in fascination, as if they could control the world if they could comprehend just a little bit of the power of this light array.

The light arrays are continuously superimposed, and the power of the surrounding heaven and earth already has an illusory and distorted feeling that it is about to be torn apart.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In front of you, the young man transformed by the old man stood up, with light shining all over his hands.

An extremely huge force is gathering and brewing.

The practitioners sitting on the futons all around stood up, their haloes flashed, and various magical powers protected themselves.

As far as Han Muye could see, he could see three extremely powerful treasures, three powerful men with extremely superb Taoist skills, and two swordsmanship masters. Their swords were protecting their bodies, swirling like smoke and dust.

Not far away, an old man in black robes was actually flashing with magic light.

As the immortal who taught the Dharma said, there is no distinction between teachings.

"Buzz——"

The suppressed power shook, and the Immortal Master showed a trace of regret on his face, looking up at the sky.

Above the sky, streaks of light shone and struck down, being blocked by curtains of light.

"Hmph, if I hadn't violated the rules, you juniors could be wiped out with just one hand."

With a cold snort, the light array in the Immortal Lord's hand slowly dispersed, and the surging power gradually disappeared.

His face and body transformed back into that of an old man with white robes and white beard, without the previous fierce killing.

But the stream of light outside the light curtain in the surrounding sky did not dissipate and was still stirring.

That kind of display of power seemed to shatter the world with one blow.

Those cultivators who stood up raised their heads, their eyes flashing with light. Some of them were already using their power, as if they were about to take action.

"Your character is not as good as this kid." The Immortal Lord shook his head and raised his hand.

The stars move, the sky and the earth rotate, and the surrounding void turns into emptiness.

With this wave of sleeves, it seems to be moving thousands of miles, more like the world is changing.
To be continued...