400, Ninth Level Thunder Tribulation, One Step Out of the Body
Heavenly calamity is coming.
Han Muye looked relaxed.
He has been waiting for this catastrophe for a long time.
Taking a step forward, the phantom of Kui Niu appeared behind Han Muye.
But the phantom of Kui Niu just appeared and was suppressed by him, sinking into his body.
In the past, he needed to use the power of Kui Niu to resist the thunder calamity, but now he does not need these methods at all.
Thunder light descended from the sky and turned into thunder snakes, wrapping Han Muye's body.
"boom--"
Han Muye's robe instantly shattered, revealing his bare chest.
A shadowy figure appeared behind him, and on his chest, the Kui Niu turned into faint phantom lines.
The lightning, which all the heavenly monks had to resist with all their strength, swirled around Han Muye and turned into a chain.
The chains entered his body, causing his blood to boil.
"happy!"
With a long laugh, Han Muye stood up against the sky, his eyes flashing.
His behavior seemed to anger the Heavenly Tribulation, and more surging light and shadow gathered together, turning into a roaring thunder dragon.
The thunder dragon opened its huge mouth, and the lightning turned into arrows, scattering like rain.
Han Muye's eyes gleamed with swords, and his figure went against the trend, resisting all the arrows.
Cultivation is a heaven-defying act. To overcome the tribulation, it is natural to stimulate this heaven-defying power to the extreme.
"Here comes the sword."
Han Muye shouted, purple flames and green light appeared in his hands.
A pair of swords are agile, and the spirituality in them almost overflows.
The sword intent gathered in Han Muye's dantian and the shadow of the sword in the sea of qi turned into flowing light, all poured into the pair of swords.
The sword is too strong!
Zi Yan and Qing Ming let out a roaring roar.
Han Muye laughed, and the sword energy in his body surged out of his body like a tide.
Sword pills and sword pills were suspended around him.
Since we want to transform, let’s do it together!
Han Muye flew into the Thunder Dragon's body, and all the sword pills and sword pills penetrated into the Thunder Dragon's body, intertwining thunder and light everywhere.
Counter!
This represents the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, the thunder dragon embodied by the power of the Great Dao, and was directly suppressed by Han Muye with sword pills and sword pills!
This kind of thing has never happened in the world for thousands of years.
At this moment, several spiritual thoughts came to explore the void.
But as soon as these spiritual thoughts arrived, they were blocked by invisible forces and turned into nothingness.
Where the Tao fights, the Tao becomes its own.
Here, any kind of adventure will be protected.
The centuries-old Taoist struggle was aimed at killing one side and cultivating new Taoist ancestors.
The Great Dao protects every strong person who can grow into a Dao Ancestor.
"Seed of Tao!"
In the void, someone exclaimed.
"Who is this?" someone whispered.
No one knows where this person came from, a future strong man who can get the attention of Dao.
A strong man who may grow into a new Taoist ancestor.
"Destroy him."
Several divine thoughts sent out will.
There was a roaring sound in the void.
Rays of magic light and clear escaping light are coming this way.
"boom--"
The thunder dragon in the sky can no longer bring down thunder.
Because this Thunder Dragon has been controlled by Han Muye.
"The power of the avenue, that's what it is."
With a chuckle, the Thunder Dragon's body immediately disintegrated.
At this moment, the sword elixir in Han Muye's dantian and the endless sword intent accumulated in the sea of qi finally merged into one.
"Buzz——"
In the void, a sword appeared across the sky and the earth.
Kendo Yuanying.
"This is a pure swordsman practitioner..." Looking at the sword appearing in the void, someone whispered.
"Huh, if it's a practitioner from my fairy world, that's all. If not, then I'll kill him directly." An old man in a green robe said calmly.
From all directions, countless cultivators slowly gathered around, looking up at the Sword Dao Yuanying slowly spinning in the void.
Everyone is waiting, waiting for the sword to take shape and then reveal its identity.
If it is one of our own, then rescue it with all your strength, if not, destroy it.
"boom--"
The void shook, and three great monks at the peak of Nascent Soul arrived one after another.
There is a demon cultivator, a sword cultivator, and an old man wearing Taoist robes.
"Haha, sword cultivator, not bad." The demon cultivator laughed and said loudly: "Little guy, show your body quickly, I will accept you as my disciple."
"Huh, sword cultivator, it's time for me to join the sect." The sword cultivator sneered.
The old man in Taoist robes behind him chuckled, and a blue spiritual light flashed in his hand.
Ahead, the long sword in the sky slowly faded away.
On the sword, the spiritual light turned into a shadow of the body.
The body of the Nascent Soul.
"This person doesn't seem to be from my fairy world?" A third-level Nascent Soul practitioner whispered and frowned.
"Could it be that they are foreign cultivators? But if foreign sword cultivators are trying to overcome the tribulation here, wouldn't they have to contend with the tribulation of Taoism until death?" On the other side, someone stared at the phantom and spoke softly.
"Mr. Makino!" A sword cultivator of the third level of Nascent Soul shouted in a low voice and flew towards Han Muye.
"Fellow Taoist Tianxuan, quickly protect Mr. Makino!"
Mr. Makino!
In the Tianxuan world, there is only one person who is respected as Mr. Makino.
Grandmaster Makino.
A great monk in Confucianism and Taoism, a great monk in Swordsmanship.
This is a very respected practitioner in the Tianxuan world.
The art of alchemy and cloud elixir has saved countless lives.
The act of becoming a god allows all practitioners of Tianxuan to no longer have to worry about anything.
"kill."
Dozens of silhouettes of Tianxuan practitioners flew towards Han Muye, and more practitioners from the fairy world rushed towards him.
The void instantly turned into a battlefield.
When Han Muye's figure was revealed, what he saw was a chaotic fight between the two sides.
"Mr. Makino, you have just made a breakthrough in cultivation, please stabilize your practice first!" A middle-aged swordsman holding a long sword walked up to Han Muye with a solemn expression.
"Sir, don't worry, I won't bother you at all until we all die in battle." The sword cultivator bowed, turned around and rushed towards the battle group.
Sword light, spiritual light.
The seed of Tao actually came from Tianxuan.
Those cultivators from the Tianxuan side looked excited and unleashed all their strength.
Mr. Makino is the seed of Tao. When he grows up, he can become the next Taoist ancestor and win the Tao war in the Tianxuan world this time.
When Han Muye revealed his identity, none of the practitioners in Tianxuan flinched.
Han Muye stood where he was, his expression unchanged.
This is Tianxuan.
This is the world you protect.
When I returned to this place of struggle and saw these hard-working practitioners, I realized that everything was worth it.
No wonder Wen Mo Sheng and Wu Houhui have been inseparable for thousands of years.
"boom--"
A ray of magic light crashed into the light and shadow in front of it, knocking back all the Tianxuan practitioners.
In the land of Taoist struggle, the strength of Tianxuan practitioners is at a disadvantage.
The most important thing is that there are too few masters of Tianxuan practitioners.
"Protect Mr. Makino!" the swordsman with blood pouring from his mouth shouted.
Han Muye didn't know his name.
He also doesn't know the names of the other Tianxuan practitioners who guarded him.
These people took their own life and death lightly just to protect Han Muye for a little longer to stabilize his cultivation.
Just because he, Han Muye, is a great seed.
"Is it worth it?" Han Muye said softly.
His voice rang in the ears of those Tianxuan practitioners.
"worth."
"The purpose of my practice is not only to live forever, but also to die in a worthy place, so that I can see Tianxuan's eternal beauty. All efforts are worth it."
"Sir, apart from life and death, you should have something to pursue. With our cultivation, we can fight today. How wonderful is it?"
Responses came one after another.
To Han Muye, these answers sounded more like the firmness given to him by these practitioners whose life and death were uncertain.
Cultivation has no meaning of perseverance, and longevity is meaningless.
"I understand……"
Han Muye raised his head slightly.
He looked into the depths of the void.
At this moment, the great monks who presided over the Taoist dispute seemed to feel a pair of eyes looking at them.
"I'm just an ordinary person."
"We are all trying to live."
"However, our life is so difficult."
"Is there a place in the world where we can live comfortably?"
Han Muye whispered softly, then clenched his fists.
In front, those Tianxuan practitioners who were fighting seemed to have heard his whispers, their eyes bright.
"Tianxuan."
"Tianxuan."
"Tianxuan!"
Tianxuan is not the most beautiful place in the world, nor is it the most powerful place in the world, nor is it the most prosperous place in the world.
But Tianxuan is the most peaceful place in the world!
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
No wonder the Tianxuan Taoist ancestors wanted to fight for transformation.
No wonder Wen Mo Sheng will stay with you forever.
No wonder even Wutian Tianzun is willing to side with Tianxuan.
In his mind, he was thinking further.
Those strong men in the fairy world.
Powerful forces beyond the dam.
Did you really not see this Taoist dispute?
Perhaps, they are also waiting for something?
"What a blessing." Han Muye whispered.
On him, a golden aura of awe soared into the sky.
This is Yan Zhenqing’s lifelong practice.
But in an instant, a sword of divine soul stretched across the sky and the earth, floating quietly.
The sword of the soul appeared, and its overwhelming power made the already fierce battlefield silent for an instant.
This sword can sweep everything!
"It turns out that Mr. Makino is so strong..." whispered a pale-faced Tianxuan practitioner who thought he would die.
A sword cultivator wearing a green robe with a broken sword in his hand laughed loudly, blood dripping from his mouth.
Opposite, the originally arrogant practitioners of the fairy world looked nervously at the sword of the soul.
This sword made them afraid to move.
"He, his soul is strong enough to condense into substance?"
"This, this long sword can probably kill the great cultivator of the Transformation God, right?"
One by one, the practitioners of the fairy world slowly retreated.
It's just that they woke up too late.
The soul above Han Muye's head shattered into pieces and turned into countless long swords, sweeping down.
A sword.
A sword struck from behind, and the void was empty.
Whether it’s out of body or Nascent Soul.
No one can escape from this sword.
Those Tianxuan practitioners all had their eyes widened and their throats tightened.
"Okay, so strong..."
This is the real great monk!
Han Muye raised his head and shouted: "You guys, hurry up, I'm going to be out of body -"
Out-of-body disaster!
At the beginning, Lu Yang, the commander of the three counties of Tianxuan Xuanyang Guard, broke through outside the boundary and entered the ninth level of Nascent Soul.
It was endless accumulation that allowed him to reach the sky in one step.
Today, Han Muye will surpass Lu Yang and step into the realm of out-of-body experience!
When he was in Jindan, his sword intent and soul had already gathered too much.
The power of his soul has already transcended the realm of heaven, stepped through cause and effect, and touched reincarnation.
He even experienced the realm after reincarnation.
Among his sacred treasures, there is also a lifetime of Confucianism and Taoism gifted by a Shinto saint.
The superposition of these forces has far exceeded the limit of what Nascent Soul's cultivation can be aggregated.
In the sky, the thunder dragon that had disappeared appeared again.
Behind Han Muye, the Nascent Soul of Sword Dao flew across the sky.
The disintegrated Soul Sword spun from all directions and crashed into the shadow of the Nascent Soul Sword.
In the land of Taoist disputes, if you kill the local practitioners, there will be a trace of feedback.
This repayment was not much in the first place, but Han Muye killed the enemy with one sword, and there were many practitioners who had a higher level of spiritual energy than him.
I brought back a lot of feedback.
Of course, Han Muye didn't care about this point in return at this time.
His soul and sword intention merged, and his power increased sharply.
"Commander Lu Yang stepped into the ninth level of Nascent Soul, and within six years, he became the eighth level cultivator of out-of-body cultivation."
"Mr. Makino entered and exited the body in one step, then in the future——"
No wonder he can become a great seed!
The faces of those Tianxuan practitioners were full of surprise. They looked at each other and quietly retreated.
The catastrophe of leaving one's body is a thousand times more violent than the catastrophe of Nascent Soul.
They could no longer help, and they couldn't even protect Han Muye.
Not to mention the violent thunderstorm, who dared to intercept and kill Han Muye at this time, could they deal with it?
"boom--"
The calamity thunder descended.
The nine thunder dragons manifested directly.
Han Muye laughed loudly, and the kendo Nascent Soul and Soul Sword that had been integrated behind him rushed directly towards him.
