Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 1002, a great cultivator in the divine realm was nailed to the void with a sword!
1002, a great cultivator in the divine realm was nailed to the void with a sword!
The light of the sword was fixed, and it could be seen that it was a long sword with black and white colors, the two colors blending together like gray and white.
On the sword's edge, the flowing light and shadow are dazzling.
A tall old man in black robes held a long sword in his skinny hands, his face full of excitement.
"The power of creation and the power of destruction. With a sword like this in hand, it can definitely sweep across the divine realm!"
A long sword that can sweep across the realm of gods!
The locked disciples of the God of Juling raised their heads, their faces full of envy.
"Honored God, with this treasure, you are the most powerful person in the realm of gods!"
"Sir, from now on, I, Yunhe, will listen to your orders."
Several strong men in the reincarnation realm and the domination realm shouted.
A god with such a sword in his hand is already considered invincible in their opinion.
The tall old man laughed loudly and tightened his grip, trying to hold the sword.
But the long sword shook and shattered.
The tall old man's eyes widened as he watched the long swords split into thousands of intertwined black and white sword shadows.
"How is it possible? With such disintegration, the sword should have shattered directly..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the sword light was already pressing down on his head.
The sword light turned into chains, winding towards him.
"The Ancient Spirit God, now that you are here, don't leave."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
The ancient spirit god.
The one who attacked Han Muye in the main hall of the God of Juling.
Although he suffered a loss in front of Han Muye at that time, he did not give up.
He didn't believe that Han Muye really had such strength, but he might have used a certain treasure.
It was also he who drove the disciples of Juling Shenzun to deliberately besiege the Huatian Altar, inducing Han Muye to take action.
"Fellow Daoist Han, this is a misunderstanding!"
The Ancient Spirit God shouted loudly, raised his hand and slapped the black and white swords around him.
"Bang——"
All swords shattered.
But the next moment, the sword condensed again, and it was already billions of blue and white sword lights that were difficult to see clearly.
This sword light made the ancient spirit god look extremely ugly, and his body turned into a skeleton in golden armor. He raised his palm and smacked it towards the sword light. He had to take action first.
The level of power coming from the billions of sword lights had already made his heart tremble, and his body was about to be crushed.
It was because the power level was far beyond his, making him unable to resist, and there was a feeling coming from his mind.
Only by fighting to the death might there be a chance of survival.
With one palm strike, the space in front of him collapsed, and endless divine lights intertwined in the surging void.
"boom--"
The green and white sword light wrapped the palm of the ancient spirit god, penetrated the marrow directly into the bone, and ripped off the palm and the arm!
At this time, the face of Ancient Spirit God showed despair.
"Impossible, impossible..."
"This kind of sword light cannot be controlled even by the power of the divine soul at the peak of the divine realm. What's more, this power, this power -"
With his eyes widened, the Ancient Spirit God slowly turned his head to look at Han Muye: "God, Mo?"
The long sword divided endlessly, and he finally noticed the strange phenomenon in it. This sword clearly contained the endless power of the gods!
"You know, there are too many." Han Muye whispered.
The ancient spirit god was shocked, turned around and wanted to escape, but was caught up by the gray-white sword light and was suddenly enveloped.
The sword light condensed and turned into a long sword, passing through his body and pinning his body to the void.
A godly cultivator was nailed to the void with a sword!
The ancient spirit god is not dead, but he has no power at all, and all his origins have been impregnated and blocked.
His soul was also chopped into pieces by the power of Shen Mo and Sword Light, and turned into billions of rays, making it impossible to reunite.
Han Muye did not let him die directly because he wanted to extract all the power of the ancient spirit god and turn it into his own resources.
It would be too wasteful to kill a godly cultivator directly.
Not only the Ancient Spirit God, but also the other disciples of the Gathering God, including Han Muye, were all pinned with gray-white sword light.
An army of tens of millions, stretching so endlessly, was nailed into the void by long swords!
Surrounding the Huatian Altar, with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, are all pinned bodies!
From the divine realm to the tens of millions of troops below the divine realm, their bodies were nailed to the void!
This scene is simply weird and terrifying to the extreme!
Every practitioner who walked out of the Huatian Altar felt chills all over when they saw this scene.
That was a god, and the surging power was locked in the air, suppressed and sealed by the long sword.
"Not just killing the gods, but also nailing them to the void so easily..."
When a reincarnation practitioner walked out of the altar, he looked up and his face turned pale and his steps were trembling.
What kind of strong man can do this!
Han Muye stood where he was, with layers of blood and soul power surging around his body.
A major cultivator in the divine realm, and with so many strong men, the combined strength is enough for him to practice for a long time.
Especially for the Ancient Spirit God, all the accumulated savings of those veteran Gods and powerful men became the materials for Han Muye to step into the realm of the Creator.
He is so ruthless because he is no longer alone in this area.
He brought here the ancient cultivators, including Mu Wan and Huang Zhihu, and wanted to create a peaceful place for them to practice.
I believe that having a god and an army of tens of millions nailed to the sky a few days away can make everyone in the surrounding cultivation world sober.
As long as you give enough time to the primitive creatures and wait for the sword formation trained by Huang Zhihu to take shape, and its combat power can rival the gods, then there is no need to worry even if someone else comes to make plans.
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Ten days later.
Yuchen flew down behind Han Muye, with a cautious look on his face, and whispered: "Master Han, I, the elder of the Huantian Dragon Clan, want to see Master Han."
Transform the Celestial Dragon Clan.
This ethnic group is a tyrannical dragon tribe in the void, with several god-level cultivators sitting in charge, using the original power of the ethnic group to control the altars of all parties across the void.
For countless years, the Huatian Dragon Clan has earned unimaginable wealth and resources by relying on the Huatian Altar, which is coveted by all parties.
It's only because the original power of the Heavenly Dragon Clan is strong and the strength of its own clan is strong enough that it can gain a foothold in the void.
Yu Chen raised his head and looked at Han Muye, his face full of respect.
Han Muye's action directly shocked the Huatian Dragon Clan. The clan elders personally summoned him, asked about Han Muye's news, and invited Han Muye to the Huatian Dragon Clan's headquarters.
"Elder of Huatian Dragon Clan?"
Han Muye glanced at the stack of long swords nailing the figure outside the Heaven Transformation Altar, and said calmly: "Okay."
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With the help of the teleportation power of the Heaven Transformation Altar, after traveling through the endless heaven and earth, Han Muye and Yu Chen stood in front of a green heaven and earth.
"Haha, but Fellow Daoist Han, Yunji is waiting for you."
There was a long laugh from the front, and an old man wearing a black robe, a jade crown, and shining moiré patterns on his body held his hand with a smile on his face.
"Elder Yunji?" Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and said, "Yu Chen said that the Lord Yunji, one of the nine elders of the Huatian Dragon Clan, invited him, so of course Han will come."
Elder Yunji smiled and raised his hand. In front of him, the clouds surged and turned into cascading golden halls that stretched for thousands of miles.