1000, old friends will last for thousands of years, this is cultivation!
With the arrival of Han Muye, Yuchen's body transformed into a human form and flew behind.
"Master Han, he is Cao Lin, the disciple of the God of Gathering Spirits. He is already at the pinnacle of the Domination Realm. Now they are fighting for the God's relics and want to use the incident of the God's death to fight for righteousness."
Yuchen spoke in a low voice.
The disciples of Juling Shenzun competed with each other for the remnants of the god, and fought fiercely.
Several dominator realms are fighting against those in the reincarnation realm who are united together. Cao Lin was a rebel at the beginning, but now he has found a way to cause trouble for Yu Chen.
Because it is said that it was Yuchen and another person who entered the hall, and then the god died.
After all, Yu Chen belongs to the Dragon Clan, so it's best not to move. The only one who can move is Han Muye who goes with Yu Chen.
Taking Han Muye is a way to avenge the god, gather some scattered disciples of the god, and be more confident when fighting for the relics.
This is Cao Lin's plan.
But he didn't expect that when he came to the Huatian Altar, Yu Chen would stop him with all his strength and refused to hand over Han Muye.
Fortunately, Han Muye came out by himself at this time.
"Haha, I thought you had to wait for me to peel off Yu Chen's dragon scales before you come out."
"Now that you're out, let's go with me."
Cao Lin smiled and stretched out his hand to grab Han Muye's head.
The palm turned into a cloud that covered the sky, suppressing the area thousands of miles away, preventing any movement of the original power.
The pinnacle of domination.
This is the way to control the origin with the power of clouds and water, and it is not far from the realm of breaking the void.
No wonder Cao Lin dared to betray the seriously injured God, he indeed had enough strength and capital.
In front of the peak domination realm, even Yu Chen felt his whole body trembling, and could only rely on the original power of Hua Tianlong for support.
But he was not afraid.
He knew who he was standing before.
Han Muye looked at the palm pressing against his head and snorted softly.
In front of him, a blue-grey sword appeared.
In fact, this sword should be black and white, but the two forces are intertwined. To outsiders, it seems to be blue-grey.
The long sword is thin, only three feet long.
When Jiancai appeared, Master Cao Lin's eyes widened.
Because on this sword, there was a power that made him fearful and tremble all over.
That was the power that made him feel like he couldn't control his whole body and wanted to kneel down even after taking a look at it.
"How can it be……"
With a whisper, he turned and left.
Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.
It is indeed rare for a strong master in the domination realm to be so decisive.
However, they have already taken action. Wouldn't it hurt his face if he didn't stay?
"Buzz——"
The long sword flashed, turning into a billion-foot-long sword, and with one forward thrust, all Yunmu was chopped into pieces.
The blade of the sword rolled, and Great Master Cao Lin's body was locked by the sword light, and he fell back.
His entire body was locked up by the power of black and white.
"This, this, what level of power is this..."
He was completely stunned.
His body was locked and seemed to be about to break apart.
That huge pressure felt like billions of heavens and earth were pressing down on me.
Even if he is in the Dominion Realm, his body will collapse under such huge pressure.
If he hadn't studied under the Lord Gathering Spirits and controlled so many resources, he would have fallen by now.
He can't resist a sword light, how strong is he?
Han Muye's eyes fell on Master Cao Lin, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
Not to mention a master like Cao Lin, even a Poxu, or even an ordinary god, could not stop his sword.
Now his sword is not a sword at all, it is the power of the god's power combined with his own swordsmanship.
The sword looks like it's only three feet long, but it's actually the fusion of billions of swords. Each sword represents a side of the world.
With one strike of the sword, billions of worlds are indeed torn apart.
Like Cao Lin, even ten of them can be chopped into pieces directly.
The reason why Cao Lin was not killed was because he needed to drain all of Cao Lin's resources and all the universe.
There is no need to keep a practitioner who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors.
Cao Lin fell, gritting his teeth and trembling all over.
He could feel that his world was collapsing, and the plane he controlled was also being infiltrated by a powerful force.
Looking up at Han Muye, he roared, turned around and ran away again.
This time Han Muye did not stop him and watched him leave.
The army that followed them naturally fled in panic.
"Master Han, do you want to chase me?" Yuchen asked.
He knew that Han Muye was strong, but he did not expect to defeat Cao Lin so easily with just one sword.
This level of power was beyond his perception.
Is this the divine realm?
Han Muye shook his head and looked into the distance.
He could feel that there was a divine realm quietly observing this place, but in the end he did not take action.
It's a pity that he originally wanted to be imbued with the realm of a god.
The qualifications of a strong person in the divine realm are sufficient...
"Don't worry, I will take action when they come again."
Han Muye whispered and disappeared from where he was.
Come again?
Yuchen looked into the distance, Lord Cao Lin still dared to come?
Han Muye returned to the quiet room, and a gray sword light appeared around him.
He raised his hand, and in front of him was a faint golden light showing the running appearance of Lord Cao Lin.
With a click of his finger, Master Cao Lin trembled all over and turned pale.
"Why is this sword light so powerful..."
Gritting his teeth, he raised his hand and pinched a blue bead.
It is a Qiankun Pearl, and it is also a Qiankun world.
Lord Cao Lin, who dominates the realm, has more than one condensed universe.
"burst."
The world of Qiankun exploded, and all the power was transformed into the body, and then entangled with the green and white sword light around him.
Although this power is so majestic that it is difficult to extinguish it, it is still quickly melted away in front of the green and white sword light.
Of course, what Great Lord Cao Lin didn't know was that this green and white sword light swallowed up all his power, then stored it and turned it into the materials for Han Muye to improve his cultivation.
Feeling that the power around him was rapidly being dissolved, Master Cao Lin's expression worsened.
"Quickly, escort me to see Senior Brother Zhao Yuan."
With a low shout, layers of overlapping golden light outside Great Lord Cao Lin's body pressed down, locking up all his power.
The army protected him and left quickly.
Han Muye hid the light curtain, and a ball of green aura wrapped around his palm.
This is the material extracted from Great Master Cao Lin.
This ball of light and shadow alone can already be compared to several stars.
"I'm also curious about who is behind Cao Lin."
The golden light stirred in the quiet room, and the stream of light shone around Han Muye, and black and white sword lights swallowed up the green aura.
After a hundred days.
Divine light emanated from the Altar of Transformation, and pillars of light emerged.
In the light pillar, billions of sword lights surged.
Han Muye moved and landed in front of the sword light, with a hint of excitement on his face.
"Huang Zhihu meets his adoptive father!"
"The disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect have met the sect master."
"Master Han."
"Xiang Han."
…
Han Muye's eyes fell in front of him.
Yellow fat tiger.
Xu Wei.
Gao Changgong.
Coach Lin.
…
There is also a figure wearing a jade white dress.
"Husband."
Looking at Han Muye in front of her, Mu Wan's eyes were as tender as water.
"Reuniting billions of worlds away, keeping old friends for thousands of years, this is cultivation..." Han Muye let out a long laugh, and the sword light around him stirred.
How happy it is to see old friends from the last years reunited after being separated by hundreds of millions of planes!
