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583, the thunder of the gods, the magical power of Kui Niu!

Zhoutian Divine Realm, this is the place that all practitioners yearn for.

Because this is the end of the world and the top of all power.

In a world full of golden streams of light, Han Muye could feel the twinkling glimmers of divinity around him.

Practicing in such a world is indeed faster than both the mortal world and the fairy world, and the level of power is much stronger.

No wonder the three Jedi in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm had to unite the entire world to withstand the attack of the gods.

For the Zhoutian Divine Realm, the Immortal Realm is not only a vassal-like existence, but also a hunting ground for honing strength.

In turn, Zhoutian Divine Realm will also give opportunities to immortal cultivators in the immortal world, allowing them to have the opportunity to enter Zhoutian Divine Realm and gain opportunities.

For example, the Heyday Meeting was such an opportunity.

Countless immortal cultivators are fighting for the top spot in the heyday.

The Soul Sword transformed from the Killing Sword exploded and scattered into a gray dust mist.

This dust mist is the power of the cave that was gathered before, and it is also the foundation for Han Muye's future practice in the cave.

Is there any better way to practice cultivation in this world than to install a cave in the Daluo Zhoutian Divine Realm?

From now on, his killing sword will stay in the Daluo Zhoutian Divine Realm, where he will slowly practice and gather the power of the cave.

Anyway, this killing sword cannot appear in the fairy world, so it is better to stay in the divine world.

Dust and mist surged, and countless thunderbolts descended.

A world of clarity and clarity appeared.

"call out--"

In the void, a strange beast flew towards the new world with a greedy look on its face.

If it can take over this world and become the master of this world, its power will be blessed a hundred times.

Of course, the premise is that this world is ownerless.

Unfortunately, this world has its owner.

"Canglang——"

The sword light shone, and the body of the ten-foot-long strange beast was directly broken into two pieces, and the thick blood sprayed dyed the surrounding sky blood red.

"That's fine, using blood to sacrifice this world shows that this world is full of killing power."

Han Muye whispered, and the sword-killing spirit transformed into his body shape.

Dongtian was also included in the Yuanshen for warmth and nourishment.

For others to practice, the cave heaven needs to be lifted up to the nine heavens and cultivated to the power of the cave.

But Han Muye’s practice was not step-by-step at all.

This cave is also a direct refining of the cave essence of an immortal king.

As long as it is completely refined, his spiritual practice will be able to directly enter the realm of refining and carry this cave with him.

After closing the cave, Han Muye looked around with a smile on his face.

"It's rare to come to the God Realm, so why not take a tour."

His soul rests in the cave and can stay in the divine world for a long time, but his soul cannot.

This time my spirit has returned, and I don’t know when I will be able to return to the God Realm again.

His body became solid, and then he found a direction and flew away.

Compared with the fairy world, there seems to be no difference between the divine world and the fairy world, except that the void is filled with divine power.

There are stars, some are dead long ago, and some are still shining with divine light.

After finding a star that didn't look very powerful, the body of the soul gently hid its tracks and landed on it.

The power of the star world showed no resistance to him.

This is because the cave where his soul was refined is a part of the divine world.

He is no outsider to the forces of heaven and earth in the divine realm.

The gods in this star world are no different from those Han Muye saw before, except for the slight differences in their clothing.

It's just that the cultivation of the gods is stronger than that of the mortal world and the fairy world. The gods on this star, even if they are just children, can see that their physical bodies are stable and have at least the power to build a foundation.

In other words, the weakest part of this god clan is the earth realm.

It's impossible to guess how strong such a powerful person in the world is.

Looking at these gods, Han Mu's ambition for Tongtian Immortal Lord increased even more.

Other strong men may only want to integrate into this divine world, but Tongtian Immortal Lord is willing to break the shackles of this divine realm and give everyone the opportunity to enter the divine realm.

"when--"

The sound of copper bells came from the void.

"Quickly, the altar will be opened, and all clan members over 100 years old and under 200 years old will receive the divine revelation."

An old protoss held a wooden staff in his hand and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, gods came rushing around one after another.

These people have a lot of Qi and blood, and their cultivation level is basically around the heaven level.

For those who are over a hundred years old and under two hundred years old, the speed is neither fast nor slow.

After all, they are gods, and they are born to practice smoothly.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the huge altar in front of him.

Three layers of bluestone are piled up, with divine patterns intertwined on them.

These divine seals were illuminated in his mind, and he instantly analyzed their functions.

"Extract divinity?"

"No, it's not exactly extraction, it's also infusion."

In front, a tall and strong protoss wearing a linen shirt stepped onto the altar, and the divine patterns lit up, wrapping him up.

The light coming from the divine patterns is like armor.

He moved forward step by step, and the divine light on his body became even brighter.

"Tuge has been inspired by God!" Someone below exclaimed in envy.

The divinity visible to the naked eye wanders in the body of the big man named Tuge.

His cultivation has also stepped into the realm of immortality.

This divine revelation is somewhat similar to the sainthood in the mortal world.

When the divine light from Tuge dissipated, there was a light golden star between his eyebrows.

Under the altar, the gods walked up one after another, and then their bodies were wrapped in divine patterns.

"ah--"

With a roar, a protoss wearing a green robe burst out with black flames.

The flames burned and his body began to collapse.

Within a moment, his entire body had disappeared, leaving only a faint shadow.

Dark monster!

Dark monsters are transformed from the gods!

Seeing this scene, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

"Roar--"

Another roar came, and the figure of a protoss continued to expand, becoming ten feet tall, with thick muscles and bones all over his body, and a ferocious head and face.

Immortal Killer.

"Hmph, don't come if you don't have enough spirit power. It's better now. It has turned into a low-level slave beast." Beside Han Muye, a young man in his thirties sneered and looked at the roaring Immortal Killer.

It turns out that the Immortal Killer and the Dark Demonic Beast are not regarded as the same race in the God Clan, but as slave beasts.

Two golden ropes flashed out, locking the two figures and dragging them out of the altar.

Beside Han Muye, someone quickly stepped forward and climbed onto the altar.

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Listening to the conversations around him, Han Muye also understood that the protoss were considered adults when they were 100 years old, and then they could participate in this divine revelation.

Divine enlightenment can double their strength, or it can turn them into slaves.

The slave beasts will be sent for processing, and those whose strength is doubled will be qualified to practice in the God Realm and reproduce offspring.

Only through divine revelation can one truly be a race of gods.

Han Muye looked at the intertwining divine lights, and the expression on his face changed.

Every time an altar is opened, there are many gods participating in the divine revelation.

But the majority become slaves.

No wonder there are countless dark monsters and immortal killers outside Immortal Burial City.

Look at it this way, the Gods are using these useless ethnic groups to consume.

"What's going on? Are you scared?" Seeing that Han Muye hadn't moved, the thirty-year-old man who had been standing next to him turned around with a trace of disdain on his face.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he walked forward.

He was also interested in this divine revelation.

The young man sneered and stepped directly onto the altar.

As soon as you step onto the altar, you will be surrounded by divine light.

Han Muye also set foot on it.

Under his feet, rays of divine light turned into pillars of light and enveloped him.

As the divine light entered his body, he could feel the power gathering.

It's a pity that he is only the body of the soul now, and the power he gathers is only hidden in his body and cannot have any effect.

"Ah, I don't want to be a slave!" The thirty-year-old young man suddenly roared in pain, and flames began to rise on his body.

Han Mu's ambition moved and he raised his hand and put it on the young man's shoulder.

A trace of divinity was introduced into his body.

The flames on the young man also began to dissipate.

"Many, thank you very much." The young man clasped his fists with gratitude on his face.

Han Muye nodded, feeling the change in his body's strength after gaining a little more divinity.

This power, perhaps, can have another effect.

He walked forward quickly, divine power surged, and then spread out quietly.

The moment the divinity dispersed, a curtain of light appeared above his head.

With divine power, gather the power of divine souls and weave a list of gods!

This is the first time that the Fengshen List appears in the God Realm.

When Han Muye was in the mortal world, he used the power of his soul to activate his will power and become a god.

In the fairy world, he refined himself with the resentment in the wasteland and gathered on the list of gods again.

But this time, he was in the God Realm, using the divinity that had escaped from the God Realm, he condensed it into a list of gods.

The golden list of gods had just appeared, and the excess divinity of those gods who could not control their auras and were about to be burned out by the black flames was suddenly absorbed.

The gods looked up at the list of gods with pale faces, and they all bowed excitedly.

This trace of divine power was extracted from them, and at the same time, it also gathered a trace of their divine soul power.

From then on, they had a slight sense of the Conferred Gods List.

The list of gods disappeared after the entire divine revelation ended.

No one knows what this inexplicable treasure is.

Even those outside the altar don't know it exists.

On the altar, only the gods saved by the Gods List can sense the Gods List.

In the future, when they go to other places and encounter divine enlightenment, they can recruit the Gods List to help those gods who are unable to survive the divine enlightenment safely.

"The List of Gods, this is the sacred object of my God Clan." The young man in his thirties whispered softly, with piety on his face.

Not only him, but also the other gods who have passed through the divine apocalypse because of the list of gods, all have pious faces.

They believe that this list of gods is their chance, it is a divine object of the gods, and it is here to save every god.

They will also take this list of gods to all parts of the God Realm.

At this time, Han Muye, who had left the star world, had an extra scroll in his body.

He found a secret place and spread out the cave.

The cave sky turned into an illusory world, and then the sword was hidden in it, slowly shaking.

The golden list of gods floats in the sky, causing every trace of divinity to shine.

Here, going forward, is Han Muye’s cave.

The list of gods may have an unexpected effect here.

After the decoration of the cave was completed, his spirit slowly dispersed.

In Immortal Burial City, Han Muye opened his eyes in the big tent.

Outside the big tent, the elites of the Sword Sect have already gathered.

Han Muye stood up, walked out of the tent, and looked forward: "Brothers who did not fight yesterday will follow me to the top of the city to garrison today."

After a moment, the sword light shone, the light flashed, and the roaring sound exploded.

"It's the Sword Immortal of the Xuanling Sword Sect!"

"They went to the city again."

"Are we going to kill the gods today?"

Countless voices of discussion rang out, and many people flew up unconsciously and followed them towards the city head.

The frontline city wall that in the past did not even dare to approach has now become a stop for countless immortal cultivators.

When Han Muye and the others landed at the top of the city and protected a section of the city, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators fell behind.

Outside the city, there are scattered dark monsters floating around, and there are not many Immortal Killers.

They are also poor people. If they have not passed through the divine enlightenment, they can only become slaves.

Han Muye shook his head and lost interest in taking action.

On the other hand, the new disciples of the Sword Sect were eager to give it a try, formed a sword formation, flew out of the city, and swept back in a circle.

Behind them, the immortal cultivators looked at them swaggering back and forth, and couldn't help it anymore, so they flew out.

"It has been 23,800 years since I came to Bury Immortal City, and I, Du Chenggong, finally set foot outside the city!" An old man with a white beard looked up to the sky and roared, his body full of energy and blood spurting out.

There were many immortal cultivators like him, all standing outside the city, fighting spirit surging in their bodies and shouting arrogantly.

This is a kind of madness that comes from the bottom of my heart, a rebound from being suppressed for countless years, and a resistance to the humiliation of the immortal world for countless years.

This is a sprout.

Looking at the immortal cultivators shouting below, Han Muye gently waved his hand and said: "Prepare the Sky-breaking Crossbow and give them some of the evil-suppressing golden knives that were not used yesterday."

In the distance, the figures of the gods have appeared.

Such a provocation from Immortal Burial City will naturally make those gods unable to wait any longer.

"Buzz——"

At the top of the city, a sky-breaking crossbow appeared, its long crossbow arrows flashing with cold light.

Several Sword Sect disciples flew down and handed a ten-foot-long golden multi-edged sword to the slightly panicked immortal cultivators.

Those people received the sword in surprise, but after a while they mastered the method of controlling it.

"Woo——"

The sound of the horn was heard, and the immortal cultivators below the city began to panic, but with those powerful golden swords and so many sky-breaking crossbows at the top of the city, they gradually stabilized their position.

When a gray-black cloud-like dark monster rushed to the city, a multi-edged golden sword was activated.

"call out--"

The golden sword rotated, and several golden sword lights flew away.

More and more scattered sword lights were scattered, eventually turning into a net of swords covering thousands of feet.

It would be fine if it was just one golden sword, but the key point is that there are ten golden swords under the city, tightly protecting the entire area.

The bodies of those dark monsters were shattered by the sword light, and their divinity spread.

"Buzz——"

The crossbows on the top of the city also started firing.

Not a volley, but one shot at a time.

The military formation in front can block the crossbow arrows, but they dare not come any closer.

After three hours, the protoss army retreated, the crossbow arrows on the top of the city stopped attacking, and below, the golden sword light dispersed.

"Victory!"

"Victory——"

Countless cheers, hoarseness, madness, and crying.

This is the first time in countless years, after countless defeats, that an army has faced off under the city, and the first time it has faced off against a divine army without defeat!

Unlike yesterday when Han Muye led the army to sweep through, today it was Immortal Burial City's own immortal cultivators who withstood the attack of the gods.

The myth of the invincibility of the divine army is shattered!

After today, the Gods are not invincible!

The cheering immortal cultivators began to clean the battlefield, picking up scattered divinities and recovering all kinds of recyclable materials.

Even the remains of the fired crossbow arrows were brought back by the immortal cultivators.

One by one, the immortal cultivators walked to the top of the city, put down the broken golden swords, and placed the gathered divinity on the ground.

There are about two thousand pieces of scattered divinity, as well as some other materials.

These divine values ​​are not low, but they are not as expensive as today's crossbows and golden knives.

"We'll take half, and you take the rest with you." Han Muye looked at the pile of divinities and spoke loudly.

Bai Tu and others stepped forward and took half of the divinity. Then everyone put away their crossbows and walked away with their swords.

On the top of the city, everyone looked at each other, took back the divinity that Han Muye and the others had not taken away, and then went to the city to redeem their merits.

"Brother, this is a bit of a loss..." When he returned to the camp, Zhao Chen thought about it and murmured in a low voice.

Naturally, it was a loss, probably nearly 500 million fairy spirit stones.

"Why, you can't afford the loss?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face: "I can afford the loss. This small loss will not matter even for three or two years."

When he said this, his eyes lit up.

Su Jian, who was standing at the back, said with a smile: "If Immortal Burial City can achieve such a small victory in three or two years, the fighting spirit it has accumulated will be so strong that the gods on the opposite side may panic."

As the saying goes, we unite as one.

Immortal Burial City has been suppressed by the Gods before. After so many years, everyone has become accustomed to it and feels that they will die if they leave the city.

As long as you go to the top of the city, you are ready to die.

Three days after Han Muye's arrival, there were three battles, big and small victories, which boosted the morale of the city.

If everyone dared to fight, the combat power of Immortal Burial City would probably increase many times.

And with enough divinity exchanged, everyone will have the resources to improve their cultivation, and the great formations in Immortal Burial City and the God-Slaying Battle Puppet will all have stronger power.

"Let's see if the Gods can hold on like this." Han Muye turned his head and looked towards the city head and whispered softly.

Every day after that, he, Su Jian and others led half of the Sword Sect elites to the top of the city to garrison.

Every time they flew away with their swords, they received cheers.

Countless figures flashed and followed them to the top of the city.

They have also become accustomed to directly assigning combat equipment, guarding the city, and then some people go out of the city to form a formation.

When the gods come to attack, all kinds of war tools are activated to hold the position.

It’s not like there are no strong men coming from the God Clan.

But whenever a powerful Immortal Lord arrives, there will also be an Immortal Lord in the city who takes action.

In this not-so-tragic battle, the Immortal Realm lost its war equipment, and the God Clan only lost some insignificant Dark Demonic Beasts and Immortal Killers.

After ten days, Han Muye and the others went into battle and garrisoned a section of the city.

If it had happened in the past, the city would have breathed a sigh of relief, and the cultivators who had been rotated out would have thankfully come back alive.

But now, no one wants to leave.

I spend every day admiring the scenery at the top of the city, picking up some spirituality from time to time, or sometimes going out for a walk around the city. Isn’t this good?

As a result, a scene that had not been seen in Immortal Burial City for ten thousand years appeared.

Every day, there were dozens of times more people stationed on the city, and it was crowded.

Even those black-armored war puppets have to make room.

In the first month that Han Muye and the others were stationed in Immortal Burial City, and the army had been out of the city for twenty-five days, they killed an unknown number of Dark Demonic Beasts and Immortal Killers.

Even the gods have some hunting.



Xuanling Sword Sect, Trading Hall.

It was also crowded.

Two old men in golden robes stood in front, followed by a crowd of representatives of various sects.

"Everyone, the treasures prepared for Yunlan Sword Immortal and the others have been prepared." An old man wearing a golden robe and carrying a long sword on his back looked around with a smile on his face.

"It's just that time is short after all," a trace of regret appeared on his face: "The things we took out are far less valuable than what Yunlan Sword Immortal and the others sent back."

These words made everyone around them nod.

Those divine and divine treasures were sent back to the fairy world. Not to mention their value increased several times, they were still good things that could really enhance their cultivation and combat power.

No amount of these treasures is too much.

Compared with the various treasures that Han Muye and the others have sent back recently, the preparations made by all parties in the fairy world are indeed less.

"But don't worry, we are already speeding up production."

"According to Zhao Shaodong's requirements, refine those powerful combat tools."

Another old man in brocade robes raised his hand and took out a scroll with divine light, a trace of madness flashed across his face.

"This is the reward scroll sent by Immortal Burial City!"

"The five Immortal Lords of Burial Immortal City jointly express their affirmation of our efforts to fully assist Yunlan Sword Immortal and them."

Five immortal kings jointly signed!

What an honor this is!

All around, the representatives of various sects surrounding him were shouting in low voices.

"Okay, this time we will send the treasure there, hoping to help Yunlan Sword Immortal and the others to make great achievements again."

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Fairy light shines, and a pillar of light rises.

At this time, in the main hall of Immortal Burial City opposite the light pillar, Zhao Chen and Han Muye were also waiting.

"In the past month or so, we have lost nearly 10 billion fairy spirit stones."

"The fairy stone doesn't matter, the key is the wear and tear of the battle equipment."

Zhao Chen tugged his fingers, then raised his head and looked at the light array in front of him: "If those big clans don't give enough benefits, we will tear up the agreement."

"No one expected that brother, you would bring reinforcements and make the Immortal Burial City so safe."

Who would have thought that now that Immortal Burial City is so full of fighting spirit, it would even dare to fight against the army of gods.

In this way, more and more divinities are gathered.

The formation is getting stronger and stronger, and even the power of the puppets has quietly increased to a higher level.

At the beginning, in order to improve the level of fighting puppets, a group of strong men planned to go to the Bitter Immortal Realm to find the bloodline magic pill.

"Buzz——"

The light array flashed and several storage bags appeared.

Han Muye reached out to catch it, while Zhao Chen held a jade slip in his hand.

"Nine thunderbolts from the sky, so few?"

"Thirty Ten Thousand Transformation Heavenly Thunder Beads, I'm so embarrassed to take out these little things."

"Hey, one blasting divine thunder, holy shit, one will cost tens of billions of fairy spirit stones. Is this a robbery? Are you taking advantage of my eldest brother?"

Zhao Chen was already angry when he looked at the numerous treasures on the jade slip in his hand.

"No, I want to send a jade slip to curse people."

He stretched out his hand towards the light array point.

At this moment, a fairy light flashed, and the purple jade fairy wearing a light blue robe landed in front of Han Muye.

"Is there a thunderbolt?"

Han Muye nodded.

"Give me one." Purple Jade Immortal Lord said.

Han Muye raised his hand, took out a large golden box, and handed it over carefully.

Purple Jade Immortal Lord reached out to take it, then moved and disappeared.

Then, several other guarding immortal kings appeared.

By the time Zhao Chen reacted, Han Muye had already sent out five gold boxes.

"Big brother, isn't this such a strong autumn wind?"

"Five, fifty billion—"

Zhao Chen's voice was hoarse.

This hard-earned fairy spirit stone is just gone!

"The Heaven-Burning Divine Thunder is one of the treasures of the Tianyao Sect. It is extremely difficult to refine. Each one can shatter the world. It is a treasure that the Immortal Lord must deal with carefully, and the Immortal Lord may die."

Han Muye chuckled and put away several storage bags.

With such treasures in hand, three or two immortal kings can walk in front of them with great swagger.

Which immortal king dares to take action even if he doesn't care about his life?

Immortal Lord, be careful, will the Immortal Lord die?

Zhao Chen muttered a few times, rubbed his hands, and looked at Han Muye: "Brother, can you lend me one of these..."

In front of him, Han Muye had already moved and disappeared from where he was.

"You can't control this thing."

Han Muye's voice came, making Zhao Chen freeze up.



Returning to the tent, Han Muye walked away cross-legged. Golden light flashed outside the tent, and a golden box floated in his hand.

Explosive divine thunder.

This object is considered one of the most powerful disposable treasures in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

Opening the gold box reveals a dark ball of light locked in runes.

Thunder method.

Reaching out his hand and gently pressing on the ball of light, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him, the phantom of Kui Niu appeared.

The moment Kui Niu's phantom appeared, the originally silent Hongtian Divine Thunder suddenly vibrated, exuding a heart-stopping power.

This is a thunder bead that can shatter the world. If it explodes at this time, I am afraid that half of the Immortal Burial City will be destroyed.

But Han Muye really reached out.

His finger pointed at the runes on the thunder ball.

The runes shattered and the lightning turned into a torrent, crashing into Kui Niu's body.

As long as it is the power of thunder, Kui Niu, the ancient divine beast that controls thunder, can absorb it.

It's just that the power contained in this sky-shattering divine thunder is so huge that Han Muye's Kui Niu Shadow can absorb less than one hundred thousandth of the power.

"No wonder this divine thunder can hurt the Immortal Lord."

Feeling the surging power in the divine thunder, Han Muye whispered softly.

Such a magnificent burst of power can really shatter a world in an instant.

"How does Tianyao Sect refine such powerful treasures?"

Seeing the lightning being swallowed by Kui Niu, Han Muye showed a strange color on his face.

This kind of treasure cannot be easily refined even by the Immortal Lord.

Tianyao Sect is the strongest but the Immortal Lord, so what can be used to refine this divine thunder?

If the secret of this treasure could be unlocked, wouldn't it be possible to mass-produce it?

His eyes fell on the broken runes of the Sealing Divine Thunder. Han Muye stretched out his hand and grasped it.

"boom--"

The thunder and fairy light exploded, and flashes of thunder and golden light scattered.

The stream of light caused by the thunder completely enveloped Han Muye.

His eyes were closed, and images kept flashing in his mind.

There is a vast and boundless sky and earth, the stars are flush with the earth, and what flashes through and through is a majestic body.

Those are all mythical beasts!

They are super beasts that only existed in the ancient prehistoric era. Many of them have become extinct, and only the super beasts that inherit the bloodline are left!

Prehistoric!

This is a prehistoric world!

In other words, these are fragments of the prehistoric world.

This divine thunder comes from the prehistoric world.

In the hands of Tianyaomen, there is a fragment of the prehistoric world.

Holding the broken rune tightly, Han Muye suppressed the shock in his heart.

Kui Niu, the prehistoric mythical beast!

This divine thunder actually comes from a Kui cow that has survived since the prehistoric era!

The body of this mythical beast, which survived in the era of conflict among all realms, has been damaged, and its spirit has fallen asleep.

But its body is extremely powerful, especially the thunder power it can channel, which can turn into divine thunder.

Tianyao Sect draws strength from this sacred beast to stabilize its own sect.

This heaven-shattering divine thunder is the magical power of the ancient divine beast Kui Niu!

"Buzz——"

With this realization, the divine thunder shrouded by Kui Niu's shadow began to quickly break up and turned into lightning.

"Supernatural power, the Ten Thousand Transformations Heavenly Thunder!"

Realize the magical power!

The magical power of blood returned to its origin, and the Kui Niu body behind Han Muye began to vibrate, and then expanded rapidly.

The strong muscles and bones are like a body made of gold and copper, the horns are soaring to the sky, and the golden light flashes in the eyes.

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The huge power of thunder and lightning flowed through Han Muye's body like a torrent.

His bloodline strength also began to improve after Kui Niu returned to his ancestors.

The Baxia bloodline that was silent in the deepest part of his body also had the appearance of returning to its ancestors.

Opening his eyes, Han Muye showed surprise on his face.

A divine thunder allowed his Kui Niu bloodline to return to its ancestors, and his bloodline strength increased. His own combat power increased countless times.

"Tianyaomen, Kui Niu, it seems I should go there if I have the chance."

If you can awaken that sleeping divine beast, you will be a strong man who can rival the Immortal Lord.

Even if you can't wake up, even if you get close in person and feel the vigorous power of the ancient world, it will definitely be a great opportunity.

It took Han Muye more than a month to digest a divine thunder.

After the entire divine thunder was refined, his Kui Niu shadow slowly fell into sleep.

It would probably take tens of thousands of years to completely refine the divine thunder and control this magical power.

"Buzz——"

Raising his hand, Han Muye saw a pale golden thunder ball spinning in his palm.

Supernatural power, all-changing divine thunder.

Although this divine thunder is countless times weaker than the sky-shattering divine thunder, it is a magical power that Han Muye can control himself.

With this magical power, countless divine thunders can be refined in batches.

One pill may not be very powerful, but if you have ten or a hundred pills, the lethality cannot be underestimated.

What if it’s a thousand or ten thousand?

Light shone from his eyes, and divine crystals appeared around Han Muye.

These divine crystals have the same level of power as prehistoric times, and are the main source of making divine thunder.

Golden light flashed all over his body, absorbing those divinities and then turning them into golden divine thunders.

Three days later, Han Muye walked out of the tent with a faint light of thunder all over his body.

Even if his Kui Niu bloodline is dormant, he still has the power of thunder and lightning emanating from his body.

His magical power remains undiminished.

"Brother, you are finally released."

Zhao Chen stepped forward with a grimace, lowered his head and said, "We lost another 20 billion."

During this month, Han Muye could not come out of seclusion, and other sword cultivators went out to fight as usual, confronting the gods at the top of the city.

The daily wear and tear really made Zhao Chen's body ache.

In this way, he also understood why the immortal cultivators in the Immortal Burial City were so poor. The Immortal Burial City obviously controlled so many resources, but they did not dare to use them freely.

Can't afford it.

Zhao Chen counted his losses with his fingers, while Han Muye raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

"I'm going to talk to Senior Lingjian."

He waved his hand, moved his figure, and disappeared from where he was.

Zhao Chen opened his mouth, but had not yet retracted his fingers.

"Yeah, they're all hands-off shopkeepers," he shook his head and muttered, "I'm the only one worrying about this."

"Hey, it makes me feel bad to see you lose the Immortal Spirit Stone..."



Flying to the top of a broken hall, Han Muye took out a wine gourd.

A golden light flashed, and the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal in gray robe flew over.

"Wine is good wine."

Taking the gourd in Han Muye's hand and taking a long sip, the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal turned to look at Han Muye.

"I'm afraid I can't drink this wine for free, right?"

Han Muye nodded, looked at him, and said softly: "Senior, are you interested in getting a big one?"

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal licked the wine on his lips, stretched out his hand to stroke his unkempt beard, and looked at Han Muye: "How old is he?"

"It's very big." There was a faint golden thunder light flashing on Han Muye's palm.


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