516, The killing sword is unsheathed, and you will never return until you die.
The void shook, and the golden halo around Han Muye was instantly frozen.
Even the power that could break through space and time was directly suppressed.
Han Muye's domineering figure was somewhere between illusion and reality. Under the endless force, he could not move at all.
This is the gap in absolute strength. His cultivation strength is different from that of the person who made the move by an unknown amount of magnitude, just like a giant dragon crushing an ant.
From the time he entered the Heaven Realm until now, Han Muye had not felt this kind of helplessness over his own life and death for a long time.
The strong man in the void just took action at will and suppressed the power of teleportation, holding his life and death in his hands.
A strong spiritual light burst out from Han Muye's eyes.
This is a kind of stubbornness that remains unyielding in desperate situations.
"Everyone, after all, this is the person the Immortal Lord likes, so let him go. However, those who are destined to get the treasure will get it."
Another voice sounded in the void, and a pair of illusory hands grabbed the golden stone tablet on Han Muye's back.
They said they wanted Han Muye to go, but they wanted to take the stone tablet first.
"Bang——"
The stone tablet is full of cracks, and golden pages can be seen flying around.
These pages containing strange power are scattered, carrying illusory and mysterious power, like butterflies flying, being restrained by the broken stone tablet.
"Humph, fellow Taoist Zhu You, you are also a fairy, so you are so shameless?" Someone snorted coldly, and took a photo with the same pair of illusory giant palms.
"Bang——"
The golden stone tablet finally broke into pieces, and the pages flew away.
Pairs of big hands appeared, coming to grab the pages.
Han Muye could only stare, watching these scrolls filled with words being picked up by several pairs of big hands.
On these pages, these mysterious words of the Great Dao are recorded, and the words are shining with brilliance, as if they are trying to escape from the pages.
If you can understand the exercises and records on these scrolls, your practice will definitely be greatly improved.
Maybe you can achieve the realm of deity in one step by relying on your enlightenment.
This was an opportunity that belonged to him, Han Muye, but at this time, he could only watch helplessly as these opportunities were snatched away.
Even if he stared at them with all his strength, he could only write down a few words on these volumes.
This kind of truth that requires continuous understanding cannot be understood at a glance.
The deprivation of opportunity made Han Mu angry in his ambition.
Ba Xia, who was pressed under the illusory sky monument, roared and tried to break free from the oppression.
The surrounding world is constantly changing and then shattering.
These people fought over each other without caring about Han Muye's life or death.
The collision of the two forces squeezed Ba Xia's body between them, rubbing it like a piece of tissue paper.
"Huh, it's just an ant. Since you have resentment in your heart, it's better not to keep it." A big hand picked up a golden page from the void and pressed it towards the top of the head of Han Muye's transformation.
Press the palm, and the paper in the palm shines with golden light.
Han Muye stared at the golden page, and the words on it continued to expand and change.
The palm was like a curtain descending from the sky, hitting his head.
At this moment, his soul and body seemed to be crushed directly.
Can't sit still and wait for death!
The power around him gathered, and his whole body was suppressed and unable to move, but his Soul Sword could move.
"Roar--"
Ba Xia raised his head to the sky and hissed, a long gray sword shot out from the huge mouth and hit the palm of his head.
The long sword hit the golden page, and the golden words twisted and flashed.
Han Muye could understand and understand these words, but he was unable to exert their power.
But at this time, he could only fight with all his strength.
"Lingfeng, Tianluo."
"Three points, Yuandong."
Ba Xia whispered in his mouth, making a murmur that only he could understand.
This voice seemed to mobilize the power in the void, and the writing on the golden page responded and began to tremble.
The golden paper wrapped the long sword, and then turned into a golden sword edge, cutting open the giant palm.
In the void, someone let out a light sigh, and someone let out a low cry.
Others chuckled.
The long sword that cut off the palm did not stop, but reversed its direction and stabbed the other palms around it.
"The child is disgusting."
"I don't know how high the heaven and the earth are."
In the void, a voice whispered.
Those big hands spread out and grabbed the long sword.
But at this moment, the long sword suddenly turned and struck down with one strike!
The sharp edge of the sword was cold and struck the futon in front of Ba Xia, splitting the jade-colored futon in half.
"boom--"
Half of the jade-colored futon exploded directly, and a strange and agile power instantly filled the air, causing the void to float thousands of miles away.
The other half of the futon turned into green light, wrapped Han Muyeba's lower body, took only half of the sky tablet, and some remaining pages in the sky tablet, broke into the void, crossed the long river of time, and disappeared
.
"Today's revenge will be avenged by someone from Japan or South Korea!"
In the void, Han Muye's voice was filled with cold murderous intent.
What kind of celestial being robs me of my opportunity, treats me like an ant, and wants to kill myself.
This great enmity will definitely be paid back when he achieves the great road!
"boom--"
Baxia's body crashed through the last barrier in the void and disappeared.
"This guy is arrogant——"
"After all, he is the person that the Immortal Lord likes, and he has some abilities."
"After all, let's see if this kid can really come back."
"Haha, it's easy. The prehistoric hegemony is just a matter of eradicating the roots."
"It's useless. This son came through the long river of time. It is a chance. Even if the Ba Xia clan is killed, it is impossible to get rid of him."
"Let's give it a try, it's just a small group of mythical beasts, what can it really accomplish?"
Sounds circulated in the void and finally dispersed.
…
When the light in front of Han Muye dissipated and countless green auras poured into himself and merged into his blood, he had returned to the ruined wilderness.
Everything seems like a dream.
But this is not a dream!
When he raised his head, he could see the broken stone tablet, which was a hundred feet high. The pattern on it was the page left by Zhang Xianzun.
There are only less than a hundred scrolls passed down by the Immortal Lord.
His blood was flowing, and he could feel a formation diagram behind him.
Zhoutian Formation Diagram!
Using the power of the Immortal Lord as a guide, the divine beast Baxia is engraved on his back. The power of this formation can be stimulated to kill the Immortal God!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In his body, a blue-gray aura is constantly intertwined, traveling through the meridians, bringing coolness and peace.
That's the power contained in half a futon.
The other half of this power exploded, directly breaking through the prison of the powerful immortal.
The remaining futon power carried Han Muye through time and space, and there is still a trace left.
The remaining power in this futon, in Han Muye's opinion, is already more than ten times the power derived from his own cultivation!
This power was nurtured in his body, and he could feel the fusion of bloodline power and his own cultivation realm.
origin!
This power is the origin of the power of heaven and earth. It is the aggregation and refining of power extracted from the heaven and earth in the God Realm!
This level of power is many times higher than Han Muye's current practice.
Appreciating the changes of this power passing through his body, Han Muye's expression became increasingly gloomy.
Originally, I owned an entire futon and had the inheritance of the Immortal Lord, but now, the inheritance has been scattered, and the futon only has a trace of its origin.
It's all those guys who robbed me of my opportunity!
A strong murderous intention emerged on Han Muye.
This kind of opportunity may not come again in this life, it was just snatched away!
"Just wait, I will definitely take back everything that belongs to me." Han Muye gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.
Only at this moment did Han Muye understand that he could not be that detached.
Whether it was the God Emperor's treasury or the most precious treasure, he never felt bad when it was given away.
But this time, he felt distressed.
If the inheritance in the sky tablet is intact and the origin in the futon is not lost, he will avoid many detours!
"Buzz——"
In his mind, the shock warning of the Soul Sword made him tremble.
As if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, the fire in Han Muye's eyes instantly dissipated.
He slowly turned back and looked at the illusory black figure not far away.
"Devil?"
I don't know when, but I have been invaded by the demon. I almost lost my mind and was controlled by anger and murderous intention.
If his state of mind cultivation had not been profound and his soul had not condensed into essence, he would have lost himself and turned into a monster who only knew how to kill.
The Immortal Lord once said that he could not keep the inheritance of the Heavenly Monument and the futon, but he was extremely lucky to be able to keep so many of them.
But just now, the violent power invaded his mind, and he actually became delusional.
"Demon?" The black figure in front slowly stepped forward with a slight smile on his face.
This is a young man wearing a black robe with a pale face.
"Perhaps, our family has always been treated as demons."
The young man looked at the broken stone tablet behind Han Muye, his eyes twitching.
There was a hint of resentment and murderous intent in him.
"This is the thing that has suppressed me for a million years."
"Those trashes shattered the wilderness, but they didn't even find my location, making me waste so long."
The young man gritted his teeth and roared, the halo in his eyes turned red, scales appeared on his body, and behind him, a pair of ten-foot-long black wings spread out.
Han Muye could see that this young man had something close to the power of a spirit-armored demon clan, as well as the power of a demon cultivator.
Not only that, the power in this young man actually has the same origin as that in the demonic strongman who listened to the Immortal Lord's sermon today.
"It's a pity that I don't like Ba Xia's bloodline."
The young man with wings spread moved and appeared above Han Muye's head.
He raised his head to the sky and roared, and in an instant, the entire wasteland was shaken by blue-grey power.
This is an existence powerful enough to suppress Manghuang!
This power may have surpassed the endless Tianzun who has stepped into the power of transcendence!
The expression on Han Muye's face was extremely solemn.
He understood why all the creatures in the old wasteland were sane.
It was because he was harassed by this powerful man who once suppressed him under the monument of heaven.
When the wilderness was complete, its power could not be exerted. When the wilderness collapsed, the strong ones were all gone, and the origin of the wilderness was extracted, the strong people quietly changed the wilderness.
It can be said that the current wilderness is already the dojo of this strong man!
"boom--"
In the distance, figures fell one after another.
Regardless of whether it was Tingting or Qilin, those powerful mythical beasts all had frightened faces on their faces.
A few days ago, they sensed the invasion of a powerful force and had to flee.
But I didn't expect that I would still be unable to escape.
"This is the legendary Mo Luo tribe!" Qilin looked at the young man with his wings spread out and said in a deep voice.
"The Moluo clan who betrayed the ancient world, fell into the abyss, and chose the power of darkness?" Chen Qingzhi clenched the long knife in his hand and stared at the gray-black power surrounding the young man.
This power made his heart palpitate.
It seems that as long as young people spread their wings, they will all die.
"Too weak." The young man looked around with a look of regret on his face.
He gently clenched his fist, and all the mythical beasts fell limp to the ground, as if their hearts had been pinched.
Han Muye only felt that the power of his own bloodline was involved, and the power of his underlord was about to be extracted.
This is the suppression of bloodline power, which shows that the other party is too advanced in the practice of bloodline power.
It cannot be resisted with the power of divine beasts!
Han Muye moved, and the power of the divine beast spread into his body, and then he flew up.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light gathered, the edge shone, and it stabbed the young man standing in the air.
"It's interesting." The young man smiled faintly, raised his hand and popped out his fingers.
"when--"
The long sword collided with his fingertips. Han Muye froze, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The young man also trembled slightly and took a step back unconsciously.
Surprise appeared on the young man's face, and he raised his head to look at Han Muye: "In this low-level world, there are still masters like you who have mastered the art of swordsmanship to the extreme."
"rare."
After a pause, a cold light erupted in his eyes: "I hate sword cultivators the most."
The palm of his hand stretched out, directly tore through the void, and appeared on Han Muye's shoulder.
This blow is not only fast, but also breaks the limitations of space.
Han Muye couldn't avoid it at all.
With this palm clasped, he will definitely die.
"break."
Raising the long sword, Han Muye shouted, and the void exploded.
For an instant, the void within a ten-foot radius was filled with chaos.
The palm that fell on Han Muye's shoulder was struck three feet away, turning the void into a rippling ripple, and then dissipated.
Even the blow from Shattering Void failed, and the young man looked at Han Muye with a solemn look in his eyes.
The wings behind his back trembled slightly, and in his hands, a slender sword with black feathers appeared.
"The last person who asked me to use my sword was the guy from the Xuanling Sword Sect."
"In this shabby place, there are still people who can let me draw a sword, what a fucking bastard."
There was impatience on the young man's face, and he slashed his sword towards Han Muye's head.
This sword seems to be an understatement.
But not far away, Qilin and the others all stared with wide eyes.
In front of them, Han Muye's body was folded by countless spaces and then torn into pieces.
But the torn void was restored instantly.
Due to the overlap of time and space, what they saw was the scene ten thousandths of a breath away.
"That guy can't stop this sword. If I hadn't borrowed the power of the Nine Yuan Tower, I could have skinned him." The young man snorted coldly and looked at Han Muye under the black sword light.
The next moment, his whole body stayed there.
Behind Han Muye, a nine-story sword tower emerged.
On the nine-story sword tower, the faint sword light resists the folding of space and absorbs this power.
"Fuck, the inheritance of Xuanling Sword Sect——"
"wrong!"
Before the young man finished speaking, he was already staring at the golden light flashing on Han Muye's Soul Sword.
His whole body trembled, his wings directly wrapped around his body, he threw away the black sword in his hand, and shouted: "Young Master, spare your life -"
In front of him, Han Muye's Soul Sword came out of his body.
On the gray-black sword body, the remaining golden lines are intertwined.
This pattern is the result of the writing on the golden page that was pierced by the sword.
Han Muye once chanted this handwriting softly.
"Lingfeng, Tianluo."
"Three points, Yuandong."
"boom--"
The murderous aura floated all over the sky, the golden spiritual light exploded, and the whole world trembled for thousands of miles.
This desire to kill emerged from the bottom of his heart, making the young man's already pale face lose all color.
"The Murderous Intention Condensing Sword, this inheritance——"
The young man gritted his teeth, with a look of regret on his face: "I am a bitch who rides on a horse. If you take out your sword from its sheath, you will never return until you die."
He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Use my demon spirit to sacrifice the sword——"
At this moment, countless creatures in the entire wilderness passed through the stacked spaces, blocking Han Muye's Soul Sword.
"Stab-"
The gray sword pierced the endless void, and the blood of countless creatures dyed the sword red, and was then swallowed by the sword.
The long sword touched the young man's forehead, making him tremble all over.
"Young Master, do you still remember the Tongtian Immortal Lord who taught you the Dharma five million years ago?"
"We, the Moluo clan, are under the command of the Immortal Lord."
"I, I'm here to find the young master to take charge of the Moluo Clan, kill Zhoutian Divine Realm, and rescue the Immortal Lord who is imprisoned in Shenyuan Heavenly Palace!"
Looking at Han Muye and the sword between his eyebrows, the young man whispered in a trembling voice.