The dead world turned into a prosperous world, with palaces and palaces stretching, and the light of fairy spirits shining for thousands of miles.
One glance for thousands of years!
Mu Wan's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with one hand, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief.
What kind of power is this that can reverse the time and space of heaven and earth?
"Let's go, let's go see what that swordsman master looked like before he died." Han Muye reached out and held Mu Wan's hand, and spoke softly.
The two of them flew away side by side, the scenery around them changing, and the practitioners passing by turned a blind eye to them.
"Illusion?" Behind them, Zhao Yu and others also noticed this situation and frowned and whispered.
"Maybe it's an illusion, but an entire dead star has been transformed into an illusion. Who in the world has heard of such methods?" Beside Zhao Yu, the swordsman in a green robe looked solemn and spoke in a low voice.
A magic array with a radius of ten miles and hundreds of miles would cost a lot of money.
A star as an array?
It's really unimaginable.
"Let's go, follow." Zhao Yu said in a deep voice, staring ahead.
He is very pragmatic and doesn't think about anything if he can't figure it out.
In fact, his choice was right.
Even if Han Muye personally told them that this was reversing time and recreating the splendor of this star tens of thousands of years ago, they still didn't understand.
Controlling time is too far away for them.
Not only them, but the masters from all sides who were left behind, faced with the sudden changes in the world, finally concluded that this was an extremely powerful illusion.
Many people immediately ran away nervously, trying to escape from the star.
But when they really escaped, they realized that no matter how they walked, they couldn't leave the stars.
This made the cultivator who landed on the star look flustered.
Time and space are connected, and Han Muye retraces time, naturally blocking the stars with the power of space, preventing the power of time retrieval from escaping.
In other words, at this time, this star space is truly a place isolated from the outside world.
It's just that the power of time and space can only be mastered by the world's great powers. Not to mention everyone here, no one in the entire heaven can crack it at this time.
The great power that can break the power of time and space has already ascended to the fairy world.
"This place is a place of retreat for ancient cultivators. It is normal to have back-up arrangements. However, such a grand illusion formation may contain endless dangers." An old man with a white beard looked complicated and solemn.
A group of Taoists wearing green robes gathered in front of a mountain, looking at the continuous pavilions, they were all very nervous.
That sect was magnificent and majestic, and it was actually the residence of a powerful sect.
Phantom array.
Fortunately, this senior made it clear that this is an illusory formation and not a real existence.
If not, this sect alone can wipe out everyone present.
"Senior said that this is an illusory formation. Let's all be careful and leave the treasure hunt at a later stage." Several middle-aged Taoists hurriedly spoke out.
The changes in this world have exceeded everyone's knowledge. At this time, what everyone wants is no longer treasures, but to save their lives in this illusory formation.
"Let's go and follow the people from Jiange. Maybe they have a way to deal with it."
I don't know who said something, and everyone flew to follow.
The nearly a thousand practitioners who landed on the stars this time originally belonged to different parties and had no connection with each other.
But at this time, no one dared to act rashly, but instead wanted to support each other.
The crowd was guided by their spiritual thoughts and chased Jiange Zhao Yu and the others.
The practitioners I saw running along the way turned out to be just shadows, and I passed by them without even saying a word.
This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
It's just an illusion.
"What a pity, all of this no longer exists." Looking at the bright lights, the noisy city, and the bustling mortals, Mu Wan whispered with regret in her eyes.
The stars are now dead silent, these people and these scenes have long been buried in the long river of time.
Ten thousand years is too long.
"They exist." Han Muye looked forward and spoke calmly.
exist.
The world in front of us is what the stars in this place looked like thousands of years ago.
This scene existed thousands of years ago.
"They exist and they pass away. This is the way between heaven and earth."
"One day, when you control time, you can make the beauty you want to stay forever."
Turning to look at Mu Wan, Han Muye's eyes were filled with solemnity.
Stay beautiful?
Surprise flashed across Mu Wan's face, but she saw the seriousness in Han Muye's eyes.
"Everything has its own path."
"Even if you have the power to change time and space, you can't change all the ways."
"If a person retains all the good things one day with the power to change time and space, then he is lost."
"Lost in the long river of time, never to return."
Never come back.
Mu Wan trembled all over.
"Why did those immortal and powerful men who had reached the realm of heaven-reaching cultivation fall?" Han Muye said softly: "It's because they wanted to change the eternal way of the world, but lost themselves."
At that moment, he was almost lost.
He also wanted to take Mu Wan directly across this illusory time to see the reality thousands of years ago.
But he knew that if he really did this, the only result would be that they would be lost in time and never come back.
He can look back thousands of years in time, but he can't travel through this time.
I don’t know if anyone in this world can do it.
Even if it is as powerful as the Yuantian Sword God, it can only leave a sword light and cannot travel for a long time.
Han Muye could not imagine how much cultivation it would take to travel through the long river of time.
"Perhaps the fleeting beauty cannot last forever, so it is more worth cherishing." Mu Wan leaned her head on Han Muye's shoulder and whispered softly.
Han Muye chuckled and reached out to stroke her hair: "Let's go and see that senior."
They came to this dead star to find the secret place where the senior sword cultivator sat, not for a serious outing.
Speaking of outings, isn’t it too luxurious to look back in time and enjoy the scenery thousands of years ago?
The further we go, we can see many sword masters flying away with their swords floating in the air.
"Yuluo City?"
Ahead, a magnificent city stood. Looking at the writings on the city gate that glowed with sword light, Han Muye spoke in a low voice.
"Yes, Yuluo City, Senior Yuluo Sword Master."
Zhao Yu, who came with a sword, spoke loudly, with a happy face on his face.
Jade Sword Master.
Han Muye was not familiar with this name, but if he could be named after Sword Master, he was naturally a strong swordsman.
Following the sword cultivators, he entered the city and entered a bluestone square full of people.
"That's the Jade Sword Master!" Zhao Yu whispered.
On the high jade platform in the center of the square, a Taoist with a simple face wearing jade white Taoist robes stood proudly with his hands behind his back.
There was a sword light crisscrossing the Taoist body, and he seemed to be speaking loudly. The sword cultivators watching below were all staring at the sword light.
It's a pity that there is only light and shadow, and no sound can be heard.
But the changing light of the sword and the shocked and emotional expressions of the sword cultivators around him all indicate that this Taoist's swordsmanship is extraordinary.
Mu Wan wanted to ask Han Muye how his senior swordsmanship was, but when he turned his head, he saw the bright halo in his senior brother's eyes changing.
"It's a pity that I can't perceive the sword's intention when I see a shadow." A sword pavilion disciple who followed Zhao Yu said regretfully.
Not only him, but all the people from various sects who had gathered in the square at this time also felt this way.
The Taoist's sword must be extremely powerful, and even watching him display his sword skills while telling the story, he might be demonstrating his inheritance.
But without understanding the sword intention, and without being able to hear the explanation, who can get the inheritance just by relying on the light of the sword?
"Fortunately, this is just an illusion. The real secret place shouldn't be here." Someone said with emotion.
Where will the real inheritance be?
"Jade conch, the sword of defense, the agility of water veins." Han Muye whispered in his mouth, deducing the sword light over and over in his mind.
Unknowingly, there was a flash of strange power in him that could not be detected by outsiders.
Han Muye raised his head, and the Taoist on the high platform turned his head.
Eyes facing each other.
This glance travels through thousands of years.
This glance broke through Han Muye's retrieval of time, from thousands of years ago.
"boom--"
The void trembled, everything became depressed, and in one glance, all light and shadow disappeared.
The grand city, the wide square, the people gathering in the square, the nearby street market, the mountains in the distance...
The brilliance turned into loneliness.
Prosperity eventually turns to dust.
The entire Yuluo City was in ruins in the blink of an eye.
The entire bright and green stars also returned to their previous dead silence.
This extreme change in height made Mu Wan's heart tremble, and tears rolled down her eyes.
She didn't know why, but she felt unreasonably sad.
Perhaps, this is time.
The most difficult force to control in the world.
The practitioners scattered around looked at each other in confusion.
Why did the phantom array suddenly disappear?
"The cost of maintaining such a large formation is unimaginable. It is already rare for this illusory formation to bring us here." The white-bearded Taoist who spoke before glanced around and landed on the mottled high platform in front.
He stretched out his hand and said calmly: "That sword may be the key."
sword.
The high platform in front has collapsed, and only half of it remains.
But a rusty long sword was stuck straight on the high platform.
A figure flew up.
"Humph." Someone hummed, and a sword came first.
"Get out." Someone took a step forward and knocked away the void.
"Go to hell." A long sword slashed across the body, cutting down hundreds of meters of sword light.
The battle broke out in an instant and became the most brutal.
The blood, soul, spiritual light, Yuanying, Yuanshen, and fallen light beams flashed, and the roar of the collision between spells and swordsmanship sounded like thunder.
In the Qianzhang Square, the spiritual energy that burst out from the sudden impact was so strong that the originally dead world turned into colorful colors.
If it weren't for the deathly silence here, and the power of spiritual energy could not be combined with the power of heaven and earth, just this chaotic blow would probably shake and shatter thousands of miles around.
The expressions of Zhao Yu and the people in the Jiang Pavilion around him changed, and they finally stood by Han Muye's side without moving.
Although the sword is good, it cannot be obtained by taking advantage of chaos.
Even as disciples of the Sword Pavilion, they knew that they were too small to be able to snatch this sword from the hands of so many strong men.
What's more, at this time, it seemed that their biggest task was not to snatch a rusty sword that was useless, but to protect Han Muye and his Taoist companions.
"Senior brother, is that sword useful?" Mu Wan said in a low voice with unbearable expression on her face.
"It works." Han Muye nodded.
His words made everyone in Jiangge clenched their fists unconsciously.
"This sword has been here for ten thousand years, and it has attracted many strong men to offer blood and soul as offerings. Do you think it is useful?" Han Muye chuckled and said lightly.
Blood and soul support!
Zhao Yu was stunned and turned to look at Han Muye.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the long sword on the high platform in front vibrated slightly, and a bloody light enveloped the masters closest to the high platform.
When the blood light dissipated, those few people had disappeared.
"Secret place!"
Some people exclaimed and rushed over regardless of their own safety.
Others didn't stop at all.
In the entire square, there were only a few cautious people on Han Muye's side, standing at the back and not approaching.
After a few breaths, the square was already deserted.
Nearly a thousand practitioners from all walks of life disappeared under that high platform.
"Fellow Taoists, there seems to be a key point under the high platform that leads to the place where the senior sword cultivator is seated. Why don't you go?" A sword cultivator in black robe looked at Zhao Yu and the others, raised his hands and spoke.
Zhao Yu and the others did not answer, but looked at Han Muye.
If Han Muye hadn't mentioned the soul blood offering just now, they would have rushed over.
"The dojo is built in a jade conch shell. They got into the conch shell. It is impossible to come out alive." Han Muye shook his head, with a hint of depth in his eyes.
He turned around and walked out of the square.
"Let's go. This place where the senior is buried is just a cover. There is only a trap here." Han Muye took Mu Wan's hand and walked out of the city.
"Buzz——"
As he turned around and left, the long sword on the high platform trembled, as if to express something.
Zhao Yu and the Jiange disciples beside him looked at each other and backed away slowly.
Several practitioners not far away showed reluctance and hesitation on their faces.
A swordsman gritted his teeth, drew the long sword in his hand, walked away from the air, flew down to the high platform, and struck the rusty sword head-on.
"boom--"
Roaring and shaking.
The long sword shook, and the figure disappeared, turning into a black cloud.
Endless black cloud waves instantly enveloped Yuluo City with a radius of hundreds of miles.
Among the cloud waves, countless black worm figures ten feet long appeared, rushing towards Han Muye and the other practitioners.
At this moment, except for Han Muye, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
There are too many worms to count.
The black clouds were pressing down, everyone felt weak all over, and there were worms in front of them, wouldn't it be fatal?
His eyes fell on these squirming black figures, Han Muye squeezed Mu Wan's hand tightly, letting her tense body relax a little.
"Junior sister, let me tell you a story."
"In ancient times, there was a farm boy who worked in the fields every day."
"One day, he fished out a snail as big as a bowl in the field. He thought it was rare, so he kept it in a water tank at home."
"It's strange to say that after the snail was placed in the water tank, the young man went to the fields and came home every day. The food was prepared and the house was spotless."
"The young man was curious as to why something like this happened at home, so he told everyone he met, but no one else knew the reason."
"Junior sister, what do you think is going on?"
Although Mu Wan was nervous, she still listened carefully to Han Muye's words. When she heard him ask, she hurriedly said: "Brother, are you saying that this snail is actually a big demon, and that the food and the cleaning of the house are all his fault?"
"So, the snail demon is not bad?"
Zhao Yu and others behind Han Muye looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
What time has it been? Mr. Han is still interested in telling stories with his fellow Taoists.
Could this story still make those worms that have already rushed in front of me give up their attack?
Zhao Yu and others held their swords in their hands and rushed forward.
At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded: "Junior sister, let me tell you."
"When the farmer boy put the snails in his water tank, he was already dead."
"The snail ate his soul and controlled his body. Everything was done by the young man himself, but he didn't know anything about it."
"He talks to everyone he meets. In fact, he wants to attract more people and then devour more souls."
"It's like this star has been completely swallowed up."
A star, all swallowed up!
When Han Muye's voice fell, everyone felt their hearts tremble.
Those worms all made "squeaking" sounds from their mouths, as if Han Muye had revealed their secrets and howled furiously.