lure.

It's really tempting.

The longer you practice, the more stable your mind becomes, and there are not many things that can tempt you.

But the two options proposed by the Flame God Lord in front of him are temptations that are difficult to refuse for any practitioner.

Double cultivation with a powerful divine monarch, sharing cultivation memories and experiences, and even experiencing his graceful and noble body, allowing him to breed his own bloodline. Who would be willing to refuse such an ultimate feeling?

The second option is to directly have control over a dimension and have peak power and power that is hard to find in the world.

Awake to hold the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of a beautiful woman.

It is not true that those who are strong in spiritual practice have no desires or desires, but that what they desire can no longer be satisfied by ordinary things in the world.

Han Muye slowly stretched out his hand, and a look of envy appeared on the face of the fire spirit behind him.

Ahead, a hint of shyness flashed in the Lord Shen's eyes, and he lowered his head slightly.

No one can refuse this kind of temptation.

"Bang——"

Han Muye's outstretched palm suddenly turned into a punch.

Three feet ago, he punched out with a roar, triggering a surge of energy and blood around him.

A space with a radius of one foot is locked.

The god who originally lowered his eyebrows widened his eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Han Muye's punch hit the divine king's forehead.

"boom--"

When this punch hit the ground, it was like the heaven and earth collapsed, causing a roar.

The Shenjun's body was shaken by the impact, and he staggered back.

The originally beautiful face was shaken and distorted by this punch.

A trace of blue-grey illusory atmosphere scattered.

The dress on her body also turned into gray and black.

"you you--"

There was pain in the Lord Shen's eyes, and he pointed at Han Muye.

"Go quickly——"

The Lord of Gods roared, and the illusory halo around him turned into chains, directly locking his body.

The chain was like a living thing, penetrating his body and grinding between his muscles and bones, making a harsh "squeaking" sound.

"God Lord!" Huo Ling roared, looking nervously at the figure in front of him.

The body of the divine king was grabbed by the chains and dragged behind him into the abyss.

There was reluctance and uncontrollable pain in God Lord's eyes.

"Only when you can overcome the illusion can you become the real me." Han Muye shook his head and whispered: "I am still in illusion now. There is no divine king here, and there is no divine court."

False.

All this is very much like the Ruins Realm.

Everything in front of me is just a picture in the memory of a powerful and powerful person.

The divine king in front of him is just a remnant soul in the illusory world.

The divine court back then had already collapsed.

The divine king of those days has long since fallen, leaving only a remnant soul imprisoned, wandering in the endless years.

The power of illusion locks the remnant soul of the God King, letting it wait here to devour all the tempted creatures.

No matter which one of the two choices Han Muye chose, his soul and blood would be devoured, and he would eventually fall into delusion.

Han Muye raised his hand, and flames rose and swirled outside his body, as if the endless sky was being burned and penetrated.

With one punch, the flames turned into dragon shadows, and the sky and earth collapsed in a radius of thousands of miles.

The originally illusory mountains collapsed, and the world that was originally shrouded in thick fog instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

In the sea of ​​​​fire, a piece of ruins slowly emerged.

The broken palace.

It stretches for thousands of miles, but has long since collapsed, leaving only broken walls.

This is a real ruin.

All palaces and gods have been buried in these ruins.

Broken walls and ruins, smoke and dust.

One after another, illusory figures wearing black armor rushed towards Han Muye and Huo Ling, slashing away with long knives in their hands.

On the long sword, the illusory power can directly chop the world into pieces.

The power of breaking void.

"Stab-"

The spear in Huo Ling's hand just resisted a blade, then his whole body trembled and retreated, and the spear shattered.

"This power——"

He can't stop this power!

With the power of reincarnation, he could not block the blow of the black-armored shadow in front of him!

Where can there be so many strong people in the world?

Huo Ling's body was knocked back, and the black-armored phantom sword slashed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand and struck a sword, and the blade of the sword was also filled with green-gray aura.

The power to break the void!

The power of the cyan-grey cloud obtained before is poured into the sword body, and it has the power to break voids.

"when--"

The swords collided, and the two forces intertwined with each other, which were enough to cut the heaven and the earth apart.

The long sword opened a knife, and then the sword edge moved forward a little, touched the black armor, and pierced the armor.

The black body turned into a blue-gray mist, and then condensed into a black bead.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed the beads in his palm.

The illusory power in the beads seems to assimilate the surrounding world.

"The condensation of power in the Void-Breaking Realm."

"It seems that this thing is called in the classics, the Breaking Xu Pearl."

Han Muye whispered and slashed out with his sword again.

Pantian stone, broken Xu bead.

Every Void-Breaking Pearl is a treasure longed for by those who are powerful in the Domination Realm.

These treasures, on the Pantian plane, can be used to offset military exploits.

One Xu-Breaking Pearl, one hundred thousand decapitation skills.

Han Muye kept moving the sword in his hand, either stepping forward and striking with the sword, or clicking and sweeping the sword in his hand, and the sword edge continued to draw down flames and thunder.

The figures that gathered the power of breaking the void were just chopped into pieces.

Blue-gray beads were suspended beside Han Muye.

The fire spirit's eyes flashed with flames as it watched Han Muye slash down with his sword.

The expression on his face changed from calm to surprise, and then to horror!

"If you want to cut off the power of the void, you must counter it with the power of breaking the void."

"But the master clearly did not use the power to break the void at this time!"

It doesn’t break the illusion, but it can cut through the illusion!

Huo Ling was right, the power Han Muye used at this time was indeed not the void-breaking power accumulated in his body.

The power of breaking the void is precious, and even he is reluctant to waste it at this time.

The power he is showing now is the pinnacle source of the power of thunder and fire that he has mastered in his swordsmanship.

Just now, he evolved countless flames in that illusion and pushed it to its peak.

The pinnacle of power in this dimension is reincarnation.
To be continued...