The sword light flew down and turned into billions of streams of light.
The bodies of the seven masters were locked by the flowing light. Without any resistance, they were directly locked to the foot of Yunxu Mountain.
Dominate the realm.
That was the overlord of the world, the Venerable Plane. He was like a prisoner, being held by a long sword-light chain and dragged to the foot of Yunxu Mountain.
Countless practitioners looked up, staring blankly at this scene.
There is no grand battle, no clash of swords in the sky.
Just as Han Muye raised his hand, the sword light rose and fell, and the seven masters were captured.
In the Dominion Realm, in front of Han Muye's sword light, he was no more agile than those pheasants and hares.
That's the way it is.
For Han Muye, who is now pursuing the level of the Creator in terms of cultivation and swordsmanship, it really does not take much effort to suppress the Domination Realm.
Above the domination is breaking the void, and after breaking the void is the divine realm.
Han Muye, who touched the barrier of the Creator, could already easily kill the gods, let alone suppress the Lord now?
Just ants.
The higher the level of cultivation, the more enlightened Han Muye is about worldly cultivation.
Traveling alone on the great road is inevitable.
In front of Yunxu Mountain, the sky is bright and the wind and clouds are gathering and rolling.
Eight masters came, but only one was left standing where he was, his whole body cold.
"Han Shuai, he is already so strong..." Master Cheng Xun whispered, with a bit of joy on his face.
If he had not taken that step back just now, he would have been suppressed in front of the gate of Yunxu Mountain at this time.
In mid-air, Yu Shaotang held the Tingyun Sword in his hand, the expression on his face changed, and finally he let out a low sigh.
In his hand, Tingyun Sword also vibrated slightly, and a voice rang out: "Yu Shaotang, look at this guy, back then you had half the strength of him, and the Heaven-Suppressing Sword Sect would not have been broken up."
Yu Shaotang's mouth twitched.
Not far away, Han Muye raised his hand again.
The bodies of Yu Shaotang and Tingyunjian dispersed and transformed into three hundred and sixty sky-shaking swords, dragging the bodies of the seven powerful masters of the Domination Realm to the foot of Yunxu Mountain and suppressing them.
The Qi and blood beams of light on the bodies of the seven masters shone brightly, and the bright light seemed to saturate the world.
But no matter how they struggled, the three hundred and sixty swords still pressed down without stopping.
Yunxu Mountain roared, suppressing the seven master realms at the foot of the mountain, and streams of light shot into the sky, making people feel chilly in their hearts when they looked at it from a distance.
"Everyone, how about congratulating the reunion of our Heaven-Suppressing Sword Sect with seven masters imprisoned under the mountain gate of our Heaven-Suppressing Sword Sect today?"
Han Muye's voice echoed between heaven and earth.
how?
Who dares to say what to do about this kind of thing?
Outside the mountain gate, countless practitioners lowered their heads.
A large sect is competing with the Immortal Dynasty. It's better not to get involved in such a general trend as ant-like figures like them.
In the distant sky, golden light shines, and eventually fades away.
Marquis Yunxi, who was seriously injured by a single blow, left behind the suppressed seven masters and fled.
"Han Shuai, take care." Great Master Cheng Xun sighed lowly, cupped his fists towards Han Muye, moved and disappeared from where he was.
Being in the Immortal Dynasty, he knew how powerful the Immortal Dynasty was.
Han Muye can suppress seven masters by himself, but can he suppress seven Poxu, seven gods?
Going against the Immortal Dynasty will not end well.
Pity.
"Please also send a message to Han. I will personally redeem my tens of billions of merits and my authority as the commander of the Tianzhen Guard."
Han Muye's voice sounded behind Master Cheng Xun.
Tens of billions of contributions.
Commander of Zhentian Guard.
This is not only a provocation, but also a slap in the face...
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Yunxu Mountain.
The original reunion ceremony of the Tianzhen Sword Sect ended briefly.
The practitioners who came to attend the gathering wished they had a few more legs and were far away from Yunxu Mountain.
If Yunxushan dares to offend the Immortal Dynasty, he is simply asking for trouble.
Even if Han Muye is very powerful, so what if he has tens of billions of military merit?
What good consequences can there be if you go against the Immortal Dynasty?
After the guests dispersed, Zhang Mingyuan and all the core members of the Mitian Sword Sect all looked at Han Muye.
The newly formed Tianzhen Sword Sect still has the strong men of the Mitian Sword Sect as its core, and Zhang Mingyuan is still in charge of the sect. Han Muye does not care about these mundane things.
"Zhang Mingyuan, if you are stationed at Yunxu Mountain, if there is really an enemy that is difficult to resist, let Yu Shaotang and Tingyun escape the entire Yunxu Mountain into the void."
Han Muye raised his hand and handed a small green sword to Zhang Mingyuan.
"Entering the void, with this sword, you can attract reinforcements."
Reinforcements?
Zhang Mingyuan didn't know who the reinforcements Han Muye was talking about were, but since it was Han Muye who said it, they just followed it.
Without Han Muye, they would still be ordinary Taoist disciples on Miyue Peak.
Everything now is something I couldn't even imagine before.
With this kind of cultivation, this kind of power, reuniting with the Tianzhen Sword Sect, it's all worth it.
Even if you really know how to fight with the powerful enemies of the Immortal Dynasty, and you fall like this, what's the big deal?
In the world of spiritual practice, if you can have such a wonderful experience, what regrets do you have?
"Master Han, don't worry, we will definitely protect the sect." Xu Fengran clasped his fists, with fighting spirit concentrated on his body.
As a swordsman, who doesn’t want to see a large number of swordsmen gathered together?
Now that we are in the Heaven-Suppressing Sword Sect with thousands of sword cultivators, it doesn't matter if we fall to protect the sect.
"Okay, I'll go to Wulingzhou Golden Palace to get what I should get."
Han Muye whispered softly, and a sword light appeared outside his body.
The sword light just appeared, and it directly turned into tens of thousands of feet, across the sky and the earth.
Stepping into the sword light, Han Muye harnessed the sword light and flew away.
This sword light shattered the barrier between heaven and earth, and actually penetrated the space with one sword, with a breath of hundreds of millions of miles!
"boom--"
The long sword crossed the void and the shadow appeared, already disappearing hundreds of millions of miles away.
The sound of the long sword piercing the air made countless practitioners raise their heads, but they were unable to catch its shadow.
Only the shadows dispersed, and the sword light had long gone.
"What kind of master is that..."
"Dominator Realm? No, the Dominator Realm definitely does not have such power."
"Is it Poxu?"
"I'm afraid, it's still above Poxu!"
"Above Po Xu, could it be the Sword God!"
"What is he going to do..."
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Wulingzhou, guarding the Golden Palace.
More than thirty masters of the Domination Realm and the Reincarnation Realm were sitting in a row.
In the vast hall, stars seemed to be looming.
"Everyone, the seven masters of the realm were suppressed, and I was seriously injured. How can you, Wulingzhou, guard the territory for the Immortal Dynasty like this?"
"I would like to report to our ancestors that you will never be able to escape the blame for your ineffective defense of Wulingzhou!"
In the main hall, Zhao Jing, the Marquis of Yun Tapir, wearing golden armor, roared angrily.
His face was pale, and there was an irrepressible fire in his eyes.
He was a dignified nobleman, but he was ignored and injured in the small Wulingzhou.
He just wants to conquer a small kendo sect.
The Heaven-Suppressing Seal was something the ancestor hinted he wanted to take back.
"Marquis Yunxi, it seems a little inappropriate for the royal family to treat a strong man who became a lord through war, right?"
After a long time, there was a sound in the hall.
The old man with white beard and green robe sitting upright spoke calmly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.
"Yes, Han Muye has accumulated tens of billions of contributions for the Pantian area. You want him to hand over most of it, and you also want the Heaven-Suppressing Seal in his hand. This is inappropriate."
Another voice also sounded.
Zhao Jing's face turned red and he snorted coldly.
He raised his hand, and a pale golden divine light emerged.
In that divine light, messages were transmitted one after another.
"This is the meaning of ancestor Zhao Puxin, the gathering god king."
"The King of Gods is in charge of the Heaven-Suppressing Guard. He doesn't want the Heaven-Suppressing Guard to lose its command and power, so he wants to take back the Heaven-Suppressing Seal. Do you have any opinions?"
Zhao Jing smiled, with contempt on his face.
In the main hall, everyone looked solemn.
After a long time, the old man who was sitting upright stood up and said softly: "Since it is the will of the God King, then I, Wulingzhou Guarding the Golden Palace, will go all out -"
Before he finished speaking, the look on his face had changed drastically.