"Let's go back to the city first."

Taking a deep breath, Chuanling Golden Immortal looked at Hu Yulong and lowered his voice: "If the original Immortal Lord dares to intercept and kill our Immortal Lord's disciples, this matter is not over yet."

"When you get back, go to Yunlongxuan in person and take charge."

"I will go to the fifth floor and report to the Immortal Lord."

After saying that, he turned around and left the deck and went straight back to his cabin.

It wasn't until a golden light array rose in the cabin that he cautiously spread his hands.

In his palm, there was a ball of cyan light.

This ball of light is illusory and contains endless mysterious power. It seems that just one more look will make people feel lost.

"origin……"

This is the original power of the Hulingxu world!

Just now, the moment Han Muye flew out, he handed this object into his hands.

Han Muye obtained the origin that the Immortal Lord wanted, and now he is being hunted by the Immortal Lord of Yuanshe.

Is the Yuanshen Immortal Lord trying to seize the origin that belongs to the Immortal Lord?

"Zhenyang Tower, you wait." Putting away his source, Chuanling Jinxian gritted his teeth and whispered.

Outside the cabin, on the deck, the expression on Hu Yunlong's face changed.

On the other flying boats, the immortal cultivators were silent.

The incarnation of an immortal king was killed by Han Muye, who was traveling with them.

Now that the Immortal Lord is chasing him, Han Muye chooses to deal with it alone.

No one can express how they feel now.

sorrow?

have no choice?

indignation?

All of them.

Most of the immortal cultivators in this fleet have received help from Han Muye and have benefited from the ruin world.

They also recognized Han Muye's powerful avatar in the Ruins Realm.

At this time, Han Muye chose to sacrifice himself, which shocked their hearts.

"Fellow Taoist Yunlong, what can we do?"

In the distance, an old man wearing a blue robe, with fairy light flashing behind his back, spoke loudly.

"Yes, if the battle in the Ruins Realm does not involve the outside world, can the Immortal Lord do whatever he wants?" On another flying boat, a middle-aged man wearing a green and red armor shouted loudly.

Hu Yunlong nodded and said loudly: "Don't worry, senior brother Chuan Ling will naturally care about it."

"With Friend Han's methods, even the Immortal Lord may not be able to do anything to him."

Everyone nodded and guided the flying boat to Wanhua City.

At this time, Han Muye had already flown tens of thousands of miles away.

His figure stopped, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a deep halo.

Behind the scenes, Immortal Lord Yuanshe has arrived.

"You are dead--"

Immortal Lord Yuan She shouted wildly.

"Canglang——"

Han Muye turned around and struck out with his sword.

The ultimate sword.

Original power!

In this abyss where the power of death is everywhere, the power of heaven and earth suppresses it, and the lethality of the Fallen Immortal Sword is greatly weakened. Only the Absolute Immortal Sword and the original power can show sufficient combat power.

With the ultimate strength of the Immortal Sword, even the Immortal Lord can fight!

"when--"

The long sword was blocked by a black long sword in the hand of Yuan Shexianjun.

The long black sword exuded an aura of decay, and when struck by the sword light, more cracks appeared on the blade.

Immortal Lord Yuan She retreated uncontrollably under this sword.

There was horror in his eyes.

"Your swordsmanship is so strong!" Killing intent surged through his body, and behind him, a ten-foot-tall shadow wearing broken black armor appeared.

As soon as the shadow appeared, the power of death around him no longer evaporated, but instead gathered towards his black armor.

This black armor is a treasure!

Moreover, it is a treasure that has been continuously infiltrated by the power of the world in Fang Tianyuan.

With the power of this black armor, Yuanshe Immortal Lord's combat power in Tianyuan will not only remain intact, but will also increase several times!

Han Muye's expression turned solemn.

This was not the first time that he faced an enemy directly with an immortal king.

But this was the first time he fought against an Immortal Lord alone.

I have to admit that every powerful Immortal Lord has his own profound heritage and resources.

I was really careless.

Taking a breath, Han Muye slashed down with the Immortal Sword in his hand.

The sword light was so fast that a bright sharp light flashed and hit the broken black armor.

"when--"

A golden light flashed on the black armor, knocking Han Muye back with his sword.

The face of Immortal Lord Yuanshe showed a violent murderous intent.

"The power of death has entered your body. It seems that you won't have a hard time even if you use this treasure." Han Muye shouted, moved, turned around and left.

I thought that Immortal Lord Yuan She could already control this powerful treasure, but it turned out that it had not been completely refined.

It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I dare not.

This black armor has clearly been blended with the power of death. To refine this armor is to refine the power of death into the body.

At this moment, if the phantom armor is activated, the original Immortal Lord will be eroded by the power of death.

He can't last long.

"die--"

Immortal Lord Yuan She shouted low, with a ferocious face, and the black-armored shadow behind him wrapped his body with his arms, and flew towards Han Muye.

Han Muye walked with his sword very fast.

However, the black-armored phantom moved strangely through the dead silence, and it suddenly appeared in front of Han Muye without using any force.

"when--"

Han Muye struck down with his sword, then turned around and started walking again.

He is not afraid of a fight with the Immortal Lord, but fighting with the black armor who controls the power of death in the land of death is completely unpleasant.

"boom--"

Hei Jia's free hand grabbed Han Muye's head.

Tearing the void apart, turning the surrounding world into broken cracks.

Han Muye paused, appeared in an impossible place, and flew away.

The two of them chased and fled in the abyss, the sword light and the black armor's escaping light intertwined.

"boom--"

The sound of collision between heaven and earth was loud.

Before a city wall was broken by rocks, Huang Zhihu, who was leading a group of Fenglin Village disciples to search for various worn-out treasures, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

Beside her, Zhao Chen also frowned and looked towards the deep dark abyss in the distance.

"Foster father?" Huang Zhihu's body began to slowly surge with gloomy sword intent.

"Brother is fighting with someone?" Zhao Chen turned his head and asked in a low voice.

He was asking the God-Slaying War Puppet who had been silent all this time.
To be continued...