True spirit.

The True Spirit Realm is equivalent to the Immortal Lord outside the Ruin Realm. It is the kind of existence that controls the power of rules.

Rules are the power of heaven and earth that measures calamity.

Those who can become true spirits in the wilderness are those whose own strength has been recognized and blessed by the world of the wilderness.

At this moment, dozens of miles away, Mingcheng Hou Jin Yutao just raised his hand, and the long swords flying out from behind Han Muye were directly imprisoned.

That's the rule.

Under the true spirit, there is no solution at all.

Han Muye's figure and the sword behind his back were all frozen.

"Hey, the power gap is too big." Kaiming Beast, who turned into a three-eyed white cat, whispered softly.

The true spirit is the true spirit, and the ninth level of Yuanling will always be the ninth level of Yuanling.

The strong men of various races around him also shook their heads.

The unnecessary sacrifice is really not worth it.

Perhaps, this is because you don’t know how powerful the true spirit is?

This is a gap in strength levels that cannot be bridged at all.

Even Han Muye had all kinds of means, but he couldn't break free from the rules of Marquis Mingcheng at this time.

"It's just an ant." Marquis Mingcheng sneered, and a dim sword light struck Han Muye headlong in his palm. His eyes had already turned to the three-eyed white cat beside him.

Enlightened beast.

People in Xuanling Fairy Kingdom want it, and he wants it too!

The bloodline power of the enlightened beast and the secrets hidden in its body are all needed by the true spiritual powerhouse.

With the light of the sword slashing down, his other hand was already pressing down on the enlightened beast.

Kaiming Beast exclaimed, moved his body, and ran away.

"when--"

At this moment, a crisp sound of swords clashing sounded.

Jin Yutao was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

Ahead, the sword he slashed out was blocked.

Han Muye held a long sword in his hand, holding it against the sword.

A ninth-level Yuanling blocked the sword of a powerful true spirit?

Everyone was a little confused.

Eyes fell on Han Muye, and someone whispered: "What kind of armor is he wearing?"

At this time, Han Muye was wearing a set of light golden battle armor.

The armor was in ruins, with signs of fragmentation visible everywhere.

But just by putting such a set of armor on his body, it directly made his power level reach the realm of true spirit.

"This armor seems to have the aura of the ancient times."

Not far away, the True Spirit strongman from the Iron Wing Dragon Clan, who was blocking the strong human race that followed Jin Yutao, frowned and stared at the armor on Han Muye.

He had never seen this armor before, but the power conveyed on it made him feel familiar.

"This, this armor——"

Jin Yutao stared closely at the damaged armor on Han Muye.

He has seen this armor before.

Your Majesty once wore this armor and was invincible in battle!

Does the person in front of me have something to do with His Majesty?

If not, how come he has the same armor as His Majesty?

The long sword was shining brightly, but at this moment, Jin Yutao did not dare to take action again.

Your Majesty is a moody person who does not care about the life or death of anyone.

But His Majesty is also a person who values ​​friendship extremely.

He stopped, but Han Muye didn't.

Taking advantage of this moment, Han Muye was covered in black ancient battle armor, and the long sword in his hand concentrated the power of the battle armor.

The Primordial Armor has the power to crush the Immortal Lord.

Even though this armor is broken, it can still withstand the power of the true spirit.

With the armor on his body, Han Muye could feel the power of heaven and earth constantly being withdrawn.

Turn the world around you into a vacuum, thereby rejecting the power of heaven and earth.

The power of Honghuang Armor lies in its rejection of the power of heaven and earth.

There are mysterious divine patterns on the armor, and its material is also a treasure from the prehistoric era, so it can suppress all rules outside of the prehistoric era.

Even if you measure calamity, you can still withstand it.

Self-contained space, self-contained world!

Honghuang Jia pushed away the power of the rules around him, and Han Muye was finally able to take action.

The long sword in his hand thrust out, and the sword light gathered into a tower.

Sword Tower.

I see!

At this moment when he drew his sword, he understood clearly in his heart.

Why are there such treasures as the Nine Yuan Sword Tower?

Why does the gathering of swords and weapons have the power to seal the town instead of destroying it?

Because the opponent is too strong and powerful, the sword light cannot break through its defense, so it can only rely on the power of rules to keep wearing it down.

Locking down the town is a last resort.

For a swordsman, if he could kill an enemy with one sword, he would have already drawn his sword and killed him without any other actions.

"town!"

The sword tower with the sword light gathered hit the head of Mingcheng Hou Jin Yutao.

Jin Yutao narrowed his eyes, with anger surging on his face.

How many people in this world have the ability to block themselves?

How many people in this world are qualified to block themselves?

Anyway, the guy opposite is definitely not qualified!

Without waiting any longer, Jin Yutao roared, and the long knife in his palm slashed out with a dark light.

"Stab-"

The sword tower broke in response.

How could Han Muye's sword be a match for the sword in the hands of a true spiritual master?

The sword tower was cut off, but it did not break into pieces, but turned into two sword towers.

Han Muye raised his hands and stood up with his sword skills.

"town--"

The two sword towers smashed down on Jin Yutao's head again.

Jin Yutao snorted coldly, took a step forward, and the knife in his hand turned into an illusion.

"Bang——"

This time, the two sword towers shook and slowly collapsed.

However, the sword tower collapsed, but it still did not turn into nothingness as imagined. Instead, it was divided into long swords.

This sword tower is originally composed of long swords.

Han Muye clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.

The power of the prehistoric armor on his body was instantly poured into him, turning him into a golden armored warrior of a hundred feet.

The war general raised the sword in his hand and slashed downwards.

"Bang——"

Jin Yutao took a step back.
To be continued...