The black-faced monk shouted lowly and slashed down Han Muye's head with the sword in his hand.
The sword shines brightly and moves extremely fast.
In this dam, only speed and power coexist to be truly powerful.
This sword excels in speed.
No wonder this black-faced monk still exists after all these years.
Han Muye raised his hand and stretched out his fingers.
His speed didn't seem to be fast, but when the long sword struck his head, he resisted the sword's edge.
"when--"
His fingers flicked on the spine of the sword.
The green light sword fell down with a sound.
The black-faced monk's body shook and shattered into countless pieces.
The power of this finger is the power of the divine beast Baxia. With just one flick, it can shatter a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain.
Before Han Muye could reach out to draw his sword, the black-faced monk and the clear sword in front of him disappeared instantly.
"Trespassing to the wooden temple, beheaded."
The sound came, and a sword light came down towards Han Muye. The light and shadow were intertwined, and it was three points faster than the previous sword.
I see.
This puppet is probably immortal.
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light, he took a step forward and raised his hand again.
"when--"
The long sword flew out again.
The sword was still in the air, but Han Muye had already moved and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.
The sword energy enters the sword body and becomes empty.
This sword reveals nothingness.
But Han Muye didn't care what the sword looked like, he just wanted to see the memory in the sword.
"Buzz——"
Countless pictures appeared in his mind!
The battle between the ancient monks!
There are countless great monks who can block the galaxy with just a wave of their hands, the sky's aura shines, and countless stars fall.
Pieces of star fields were reduced to fragments.
There is a sword cultivator who cuts through thousands of star worlds with one sword.
There are great monks who control time and space, and they can go back in time by waving their hands.
There is a god wearing a golden robe and a divine crown on his head. Every move of his hands and feet expresses the power of the great avenue.
…
Han Muye had seen the wilderness shattered, he had seen the world of Immortal Origin being strife, he had seen the army conquering outside the dam, but he never knew that in ancient times, so many powerful monks were running rampant.
The Taoist struggle between the fairy world and the Tianxuan world is simply child's play compared to the competition between these great monks.
The battle that will overthrow the heaven and the earth is the real battle between the great avenues!
A magnificent palace appeared in front of Han Muye.
A female nun wearing a green robe with elegant petals walked slowly forward.
"Meet the wood god——"
Countless voices sounded.
One by one, the sword cultivators in gold armor and black faces bowed.
The continuous military formation is almost endless.
This is the ancient great monk, the God of Wood.
The owner of the wooden temple.
"boom--"
There is a big hand pressing down on the sky.
The god of wood looked solemn, with green vines, green branches and leaves, and red petals rising behind him.
All the power gathered together and turned into a tangled rope, entangling the big hand.
But the big hand was only entangled for a moment before breaking all the ropes.
"Wood God, surrender, otherwise, you, the Wood God, can be broken with one punch." A voice came from the void.
The big hand that broke the rope slowly clenched into a fist.
The wood god's answer was that his body turned into a flower tree, and endless flowers bloomed.
Every time a flower blooms, it's like a bright world falling.
The fist in front was a little dim.
When all the flowers fell, the fist in the void had dimmed and disappeared.
At this time, all the petals have fallen off, and the flower tree has gradually withered, leaving only the withered shadow of the tree.
As the flowers and trees dried up, the figures of all the black-faced monks began to freeze, as if they were also drying up.
"The Wooden Temple is now closed. Except for Mukui who is guarding it, other ministries are here to suppress the Golden Wolf Demon God."
There was a sound coming from above the flower trees, and the figures of the black-faced monks turned into wooden stakes. Along with the flower trees and the stretching hall behind them, there was silence.
Ten black-faced monks carrying big swords walked out slowly.
"boom--"
All the images disappeared, the sword in Han Muye's hand disappeared, and the black-faced monk in front of him was no longer where he was.
The next moment, Han Muye's entire body turned into nothingness.
"Stab-"
Ten great swords chopped into pieces the shadow he left behind.
Han Muye, who reappeared, raised his hand, and 361 sword pills appeared, and the sword light directly enveloped a ten-foot radius.
If it were in other places, these 361 sword pills could cover thousands of miles, or a hundred thousand miles, and could easily kill the great monk who had left his body.
But in this chaotic embankment, the Zhoutian Sword Formation composed of 361 sword pills can only trap a space of ten feet.
However, it's enough.
Within ten feet, ten figures were suppressed and could not move an inch.
Han Muye's eyes fell on these ten black-faced monks who all had the same body shape and armor.
This is the Mukui guardian of the Wooden Temple, and has been guarding the Wooden Temple for countless thousands of years.
Guarded by ten mukui, strength and speed coexist.
If Han Muye hadn't been suppressed by the sword array, other people with the same level of cultivation would never be able to stop the defensive power of Shi Dao Mu Kui.
Holding Mukui's guard down, Han Muye's eyes fell on the unreal place ahead.
Over there, dead tree stumps stood among the rubble, and there was also a half-hundred-foot-tall rotten tree.
The wood has rotted and most of the branches have fallen off.
This is the flower tree transformed by the body of the wood god that was seen in the sword just now.
The true identity of an ancient monk?
Slowly stepping forward, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pressed it on the rotten wood.
"boom--"
A surging wooden vein power surged towards Han Muye's body, seeming to take over his body.
Seize the house?
Han Muye frowned.
Although his body is the incarnation of a divine beast, it is suppressed by the power of the kendo spirit.
If you want to snatch his body, you must first try to see if you can block his Soul Sword.
The Sword of the Yuan Shen is firmly in the divine treasure. Even if the Taoist ancestor comes, Han Muye will dare to slash it out with one sword.
The power of the gushing wooden veins started to move, then stopped.
"Comer, if you can pass the inheritance test of our Wooden Temple, you can take everything here with you."
A voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.
In front of Han Muye, a female cultivator wearing a pale white dress and decorated with flower petals appeared.
"Junior sister?" Han Muye was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."
This female cultivator just has the shadow of Mu Wan between her eyebrows.
"Sword cultivator?" The female cultivator glanced at Han Muye with a look of regret on her face.
"Pity."
"You go."
Hearing the female cultivator's words, Han Muye raised his head and said calmly: "Senior, what kind of person are you looking for to accept the inheritance test? Alchemy cultivator?"
The female cultivator nodded and said: "Our Mu Temple focuses on the cultivation of alchemy, so naturally it is the inheritance of alchemy."
A smile appeared on Han Muye's face, and a golden spiritual fire flashed at his fingertips.
"It just so happens that I have also studied alchemy, so I can give it a try."
There was a trace of surprise on the female cultivator's face. She turned to look at the guard Shidao Mukui who was trapped by Han Muye's sword light, nodded and said: "Okay."
After saying that, she waved her hand, and several branches on the dead tree broke and fell down.
"boom--"
Han Muye's figure seemed to instantly fall into a space full of fireworks.
"Within a hundred breaths, these branches will be turned into spiritual fire."
The nun's voice sounded.
Is this considered a trial?
Han Muye chuckled, and the spiritual fire at his fingertips wrapped around the decayed branch.
But unlike his imagination of the flames burning the branches directly into ashes, this branch was not ignited at all.
"This wood is the green gold Wangchuan wood. It is one of the toughest wood spiritual materials in the world. If you want to ignite it -" Just as the female cultivator's voice rose, a ball of blue spiritual fire flashed in Han Muye's palm.
"Wood generates metal, metal generates water, water and fire are in conflict with each other, wood is born with water, and there must be a balance between the energy and restraint." Han Muye whispered softly, and the green spiritual fire in his palm wrapped the wooden branch, and then the fire light shone on the wooden branch.
In an instant, the entire space seemed to loosen a lot and become clearer.
"Okay!" The female cultivator whispered excitedly, and then more branches appeared in the space.
"The second level is to use this green gold Wangchuan wood to make an elixir."
Use this wood to make elixirs?
How can you make elixirs with just tree branches?
Han Muye's eyes fell on those wooden branches.
There are dry leaves on the branches, there are also broken stamens left after withering, and there are also twigs that seem to be about to grow new, but they are already dry.
Stretch out your hand and pick up the branch.
Han Muye carefully picked off the branches, leaves, stamens, and twigs and placed them in front of him.
"They are the same root, but they have different medicinal properties."
"I see."
Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye stretched out his hand and peeled off the branches.
Skin, stem, core.
The dead leaves are gently torn apart, including veins, veins, and leaves.
Cut off the stamens and divide into three parts.
In just a moment, the branch was divided into dozens of parts.
"Alchemy in the world is originally born from the same root, but it is divided into thousands of subtleties."
"No wonder there are great monks in the legend who can make elixirs in the void and divide the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Wouldn't it also be possible to create the power of thousands of attributes?"
Han Muye's eyes sparkled, he raised his hand, and a spiritual light rose up.
The halo turned into an illusory alchemy cauldron, and a ball of flames lingered in his palm, wrapping the illusory alchemy cauldron.
He wanted to look at the various positions on the branches of the same tree and refine it into a pill.
The female nun beside her had a strange expression on her face, showing joy.
One by one, wooden branches are put into the alchemy, leaves, bark, stamens...
Various forces are intertwined and blended in the alchemy cauldron.
"Wood has the power of austerity? Then it needs to be transformed with the power of gentleness."
"The wood core of Lapis Lazuli Wangchuan Wood does have the power of gold veins. It should be neutralized by the warmth and power in the stamens."
…
Han Muye didn't know whether he was talking to the female cultivators around him or to himself.
The medicinal power in the pill cauldron continues to merge and slowly takes shape.
A pale golden elixir appeared in the alchemy cauldron, with spiritual patterns flashing on it.
"The medicinal power is pure and has the power of gold and wood. It can improve the cultivation of the gold and wood veins of the person who swallows it."
"One, it's——"
Han Muye's eyes flashed and he whispered: "One golden pill can create a golden elixir!"
As long as you swallow this elixir, you can become a golden elixir practitioner. This elixir is clearly equivalent to the golden elixir!
Is there really such a valuable elixir in the world?
A hint of surprise flashed across the face of the female cultivator standing next to Han Muye. She raised her hand, held the elixir in her palm, felt it, and said, "It's rare, your method is not bad."
"Then the next level is-"
She waved her palm and the entire rotten tree was uprooted.
"Use this tree to make a pill."
This tree?
Han Muye frowned and whispered: "Senior, this is yours..."
Han Muye didn't finish speaking.
The female cultivator smiled softly: "My generation of alchemy cultivators is different from your sword cultivators. We are willing to sacrifice and pass on our own way."
"As long as you can refine the elixir, this inheritance will be yours."
In the female cultivator's hand, a golden round ball of light appeared.
Inherited spirit beads.
This thing was used in ancient times to collect inherited items, and it has the same purpose as jade slips.
However, this inheritance spirit bead is much more valuable than jade. It contains the soul mark and can directly guide the practice.
As if she was afraid that Han Muye wouldn't believe it, the female cultivator's hand flashed with light, and pictures appeared in the spirit beads.
They are all scenes from when refining elixirs.
It is indeed a heritage item.
Han Muye nodded, and the illusory alchemy cauldron in front of him became a hundred feet high, and the big dead tree was placed directly into it.
The elixir fire rises, and the surrounding space constraints quickly weaken.
In the distance, Guard Mukui, who was suppressed by the Zhoutian Sword Formation, seemed to feel the danger and tried his best to break free.
It's just the power of the Zhoutian Sword Formation that makes it impossible for these ten Mukui guards to break free.
The female nun next to Han Muye had a smile on her face and held the inheritance spirit bead tightly in her hand.
The alchemy fire rose, and the dead trees in the alchemy cauldron slowly turned into green streams of light.
At this moment, the dry tree stumps around began to crumble.
Turning his head and looking at the tree stumps, Han Muye showed a trace of disappointment on his face.
"I originally thought that the great monks of ancient times would have the ability to reach the heavens and the earth."
"It's a pity, I'm a little disappointed."
Han Muye whispered.
Hearing his words, the female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "Are you talking about my alchemy inheritance?"
"Are you already disappointed before you even get the inheritance spirit bead?"
"You latecomers are really getting more and more arrogant."
Han Muye shook his head and said softly: "What disappoints me is not Senior Mu Shen's alchemy, but you."
The female cultivator frowned and heard Han Muye's voice: "As an ancient demon god, I have been suppressed for countless thousands of years, but I am not familiar with alchemy at all. This is really disappointing to me."
The suppressed ancient demon!
After Han Muye finished speaking, the expression on the female nun's face changed and finally turned cold and stern.
Her body shape also changed from a female cultivator in a blue and white dress to a demon god nearly ten feet tall with a wolf head and body and black armor.
This is clearly the Golden Wolf Demon God who shattered countless temples with one punch!
"Actually, you are not the first to see through me."
The Golden Wolf Demon God stared at Han Muye and grinned: "But you were the first to see through me and make an elixir."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. From now on, you will be my subordinate Danu."
The Golden Wolf Demon God had a proud look on his face, and a violent aura surged from his body.
He looked at the alchemy cauldron in front of Han Muye, his eyes filled with ferocious flames.
"Mu Shen, I should thank you, otherwise how could I have escaped the catastrophe of the fall of all gods?"
"Now that your suppressive power is gone, wouldn't it be great if I destroyed your Wooden Temple, took away your Wooden God's heart, and found the lost God Realm?"
The Golden Wolf Demon God reached out and grabbed the alchemy cauldron.
The illusory transparent alchemy cauldron shattered with a sound, and the green light inside was caught in the hands of the Golden Wolf Demon God.
It was just after Liuguang took possession of it that his expression changed.
A green vine was revealed, covering everything from his palms to his arms to his entire body.
A female cultivator wearing a blue and white dress walked out of the stream of light.
Wood God.
The Wood God who transformed into a flower tree and suppressed the Golden Wolf Demon God is the master of the Wood Temple.
"You, haven't your power been exhausted?" The Golden Wolf Demon God's eyes widened.
Mu Shen nodded, glanced at Han Muye who was standing aside, and said softly: "You are right. He has been suppressed for so many years, but he still has no knowledge of alchemy at all."
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
Wood God turned his head and looked at the Golden Wolf Demon God wrapped in vines with a calm expression.
"The first time this little friend burned the branches with spiritual fire, he used the fire of water charm. Not only did it not damage the remaining original power of mine, but it nourished my soul and revived me.
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"The second time he refined the elixir, what you saw was that he refined one pill. In fact, he refined a hundred pills. By the time you got that one, the remaining hundred pills had already been given to me to restore my strength.
"
Looking at the changing expression of the Golden Wolf Demon God, Wood God showed a smile on his face: "Your strength was only restored by the pill just now. After being suppressed for so long, you don't have much strength."
"That's it, I have the nerve to accept someone as Danu."
The Golden Wolf Demon God gritted his teeth and roared, and the Wood God turned to look at Han Muye: "I never expected that my alchemy cultivation, little friend, would be so advanced."
"It seems that the town has been sealed here for countless thousands of years, and the world of cultivation has also changed..."
Han Muye nodded and looked at the Golden Wolf Demon God who was locked by the Wood God: "Senior, I wonder what you would do with this Golden Wolf Demon God?"
The Wood God raised his hand, and the green vines instantly turned into blood.
The originally roaring Golden Wolf Demon God trembled, slowly curled up, and turned into a dark demon wolf.
The body of the demon wolf gradually shrank, and finally a cyan wolf cub as big as a palm remained.
"I know you are interested in him, but you don't understand what we, practitioners who have lived for countless thousands of years, can do." Mu Shen looked at Han Muye and shook his head.
She reached out her hand, and there was a ball of cyan light and shadow in her palm.
There is also a heritage spirit bead.
"The devil's divinity or my inherited spirit bead, you choose one."
divinity.
Lingzhu.
These are all great things.
The ancient times have long since changed, but the powerful inheritance from that time and the foundation of the devil's practice are still useful today.
Even in today's era of fading power, these two treasures can once again give birth to strong men comparable to the great monks of ancient times.
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the Wood God in front of him, and said softly: "I am interested in the puppet technique of Senior Wood God."
Puppetry.
A strange color appeared on Mu Shen's face.
After staring at Han Muye for a moment, Mu Shen took back the spirit beads and divinity in his hand, then raised his hand and waved, and the surrounding wooden piles dissipated and turned into three-foot-long wooden sticks.
"take it."
Han Muye reached out to take the wooden stick, put away the 361 Zhoutian Sword Pills that had been scattered before, turned around and left.
He moved quickly, but disappeared from here within a few breaths.
Watching her leave, the expression on Mu Shen's face slowly changed.
In her eyes, the original coldness disappeared, and there was a hint of fierceness and ferocity.
"Golden Wolf, it seems you haven't deceived him."
Mu Shen whispered in her mouth, and the green wolf that originally fell at her feet raised his head, his eyes showing agility.
"How many of the guys who dare to cross the dike alone are good ones?"
"Fortunately, this guy asked for something and helped us regain some strength."
Qing Lang turned his head and looked around, with a look of loneliness on his face.
"It's a pity that we are trapped here. I'm afraid we won't be able to get out in this life..."
Mu Shen reached out to pick up the little wolf, glanced at Guard Mu Kui who had regained his freedom, nodded and said: "Let's go, I don't know when the next divine explosion will come. Let's survive."
…
Han Muye walked through the embankment until he was a hundred miles away before turning back.
There was a bright light in his eyes and a smile on his face.
Raising his hand, the wooden stick obtained from the Wood God appeared.
"The ancient Babel tree, a puppet made from such a treasure, is such a waste..."
A flash of light flashed in his hand, and shadows wearing black robes and carrying swords appeared around Han Muye.
"It's not the puppet technique, but the treasure of wooden veins!"