Dragon Crocodile's physical strength is at the level of a prehistoric overlord.
Even if only one-third of the body is left to suppress it, it is an existence that even the Immortal Lord dare not face directly.
Who would have thought that Han Muye, who had not even reached the level of Immortal Master, would dare to directly swallow the body of a refined dragon crocodile.
The killing sword flew up, and the sword light enveloped Han Muye's body.
For so many years, the killing sword has been here, and the evil spirit in it has become integrated with the dragon crocodile's body.
No one could have imagined that instead of slowly refining the dragon crocodile's body with his sword and spending countless years to combine it, Han Muye had already had the intention to directly refine and devour it.
It wasn't that Han Muye was too ambitious, but that he knew that Dragon Crocodile's soul, Tongtian Immortal Lord, could not be so kind.
Tongtian Immortal Lord actually knew that no one in the world could refine the dragon crocodile body, so he deliberately left it here.
Tongtian Immortal Lord wanted Han Muye to use all his strength to help him warm up his body.
If Han Muye didn't refine this dragon-crocodile body, he would eventually make wedding clothes for others.
"boom--"
Behind Han Muye, a bloody beam of light rose into the sky.
This surge of power made his body seem to be torn apart.
But he just gritted his teeth and rushed all his blood power towards the dragon crocodile's body that seemed to be slowly waking up.
He raised his head and looked up at the dark, bloody sky.
Han Muye didn't recognize this formation that sealed the body of the blood crocodile at first.
But Zhang Lingyu, who came out of the Galaxy Universe, knew him.
Not only do they know each other, Zhang Lingyu has also done special research on these large formations that block towns.
These studies are now in the hands of Han Muye.
"Seal, sky, end, earth——"
Word by word, Han Muye let out something like a roar.
As his words fell, blood shone in the void.
The entire blood-dropping cliff formation turned into a bloody battle armor, which was wrapped around Han Muye's body.
Use the formation as your armor!
The blood armor appeared, and the power of the dragon crocodile that was originally churning was restrained.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a torrent of blood beads poured into his body.
These blood beads will become the source of blood armor.
The millions of blood beads in his hand are enough.
The great formation at Dripping Blood Cliff disappeared, and the immortal cultivators sitting on Dripping Blood Cliff stood up in confusion one by one.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
Murong Zhuo and others looked at Han Muye and bowed quickly.
"You are free."
Han Muye, wearing blood armor, appeared above the Blood-Drip Cliff, glanced over, and spoke softly.
become free……
The immortal cultivators who had been stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff for who knows how many years were at a loss for a moment.
Han Muye did not stay long on the Dripping Blood Cliff. After meeting with several immortal kings, he flew away.
He is currently refining the power of the Dragon Crocodile and fusing his three swords of the soul, and still needs the last bit of help.
Tianyao Gate.
As a sect with the inheritance of the demon clan in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, Tianyao Sect has its own heritage.
In the secret place of Tianyaomen, there is an ancestor Kui Niu who has been stationed since the prehistoric era.
It's just that this person's soul seems to have died, leaving only his physical body.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, my Tianyao Sect's secret place couldn't be opened last time. Do you have other methods this time?" Han Muye was greeted by the Tianyao Sect's master, Buxue Xianjun.
Snow-Binding Immortal Lord, who was dressed in white robes, looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.
Han Muye visited the Tianyao Sect secret land last time, but ultimately left because he could not break through the secret land's barrier.
Although Immortal Lord Xue Xue promised to let Han Muye enter the secret place once, Han Muye couldn't enter by himself. That was his own business.
"I was lucky enough to find a treasure, let's try it." Han Muye nodded and said.
He naturally knew that Tianyao Sect was very reluctant to let him enter the secret place.
But this was an agreement made a long time ago. Han Muye resisted the army of the gods, and the Tianyao Sect allowed him to enter the secret realm once.
A smile appeared on Xue Xue Xianjun's face, and he led him to the secret place before teleportation.
"Buzz——"
A fairy light flashed, and in front of Han Muye was an illusory world.
"Fragments of the Wilderness!" In his ears, the golden bird's low cry came.
Of course Han Muye knew that these were ancient fragments.
He stretched out his hand, and a golden fairy light flashed in his palm, wrapping the long jade ruler.
Measuring ruler.
Raising his hand, the long ruler fell directly towards the illusory world in front of him.
"Bang!"
The cyan halo penetrated the barrier in front of him, and he gently tore open a piece of paper.
This is the power of rules.
The ruler with the power of rules gives its owner the power to break through the space between heaven and earth.
"boom--"
A vague breath came to my face.
Standing behind the teleportation array, Immortal Lord Xue Bing had a complicated look on his face. He watched Han Muye step into the secret realm and the light curtain closed again.
"After all, he is a person favored by heaven and earth..."
Xue Xue Xianjun smiled bitterly and shook his head.
No way, some people can always do things that others can't.
After entering this secret place once and for the Tianyao Sect, it would take hundreds of thousands of years to enter again.
Stepping into the secret realm, Han Muye's eyes fell on the long-horned green bull that looked like a mountain in front of him.
The green ox lies down like the mountains thousands of miles away.
"Kui Niu..." The golden bird spread its wings and golden light flashed in its eyes.
"Haha, finally an old friend from ancient times is here." A chuckle came, and a white-bearded Taoist wearing a green robe with a wooden branch in his bun appeared in front of Han Muye.
"It turns out to be Haotian." The old man bowed slightly towards the golden bird.
"It's really rare to see the Kuiniu clan again now." The golden bird nodded and flapped its wings.
Feelings flashed across the old man's face, and he turned to look at Han Muye.
Behind Han Muye, the shadow of Kui Niu appeared.
Looking at this phantom, the old man's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia.
"I thought the Kuiniu clan had no more inheritance..."
…
The old man's name is Kui Chi, and he is a surviving Kui cow from ancient times.
It was after a battle with a powerful person from outside the world that his spirit almost dissipated, and he fell asleep with the help of this ancient fragment.
What appeared in front of Han Muye and Jin Wu now was nothing more than the remnants of his soul that had been condensed for countless years.
It is impossible for his body to wake up again.
"Have you been to the Great Wilderness?"
"Kunwu?"
"Honghuang is really gone..."
Although Kui Chi probably knew about this world due to the narration from the Tianyao Clan people, the people from the Tianyao Clan didn’t know about Dahuang or Kunwu at all.
Han Muye went to Dahuang and took charge of Kunwu.
Haotian Jinwudu chose to follow.
Dahuang cultivates the true spirit of Yuanling. Although Kunwu is the final destination of the world's mythical beasts, it is also a place of conquest.
Han Muye's words brought infinite emotion to Kui Chi's face.
He has been sleeping since the prehistoric times and knows nothing about the world after the prehistoric times.
Ruins Realm.
Great wilderness.
Kunwu.
There was a hint of longing in his eyes.
That is also his home.
"Actually, there is still a vast wilderness in the Zhou Tian Divine Realm."
"In other words, they are fragments of ancient times."
Kui Chi looked at Jinniao and Han Muye with a solemn look on his face.
And the prehistoric period?
Han Muye and Jinniao both looked curious.
"Zhou Tian Cage, or Zhou Tian Battlefield."
"There are countless fragments of the ancient world."
"The power there is close to its most primitive, and it is where all the strong men remain."
Kui Chi looked around and said softly: "As you can see, prehistoric times cannot be measured."
The prehistoric fragments have endured tribulations without being destroyed.
This is also the reason why Kui Chi can survive until now in a sleeping body.
Otherwise, he would have been destroyed in countless kalpas.
"So, there are countless ancient powerful men in the Zhoutian battlefield?"
Han Muye frowned.
Is there really such a place where these strong men can escape calamity?
Then, why does the God Realm still promote calamity?
"Calamity is when the endless power in the world is out of order, and the world has to be restarted."
"If there really is a place like Zhoutian Battlefield, it would indeed be possible for those strong men to escape."
"However, I'm afraid they are not just avoiding calamity."
There was a hint of indifference and disdain in the golden bird's voice.
Not only to avoid calamity, but also to stimulate calamity.
"Use the power of the fallen creatures of all worlds as the foundation for your own cultivation."
"It's true that everything is a stupid dog..."
Kui Chi sighed softly.
All dogs!
Han Muye whispered softly.
In the world of spiritual practice, all living things should have their own attachments.
Even if the path of spiritual practice is cut off, you should still run with all your strength for that glimmer of hope.
However, if everything is already destined, and everything you work hard for is actually set by others and will eventually come to nothing, then what’s the point of practicing?
"Are those powerful immortals willing?"
Are you willing?
Cultivation to the realm of immortals and becoming the pinnacle existence in the world, but in the end everything will become the treasure of others.
Who is willing?
"Haha, that's why it's called Zhoutian Battlefield."
"If countless immortals hadn't died, how could it be called the Zhoutian battlefield?"
Kui Chi laughed.
Of course Han Muye wouldn't have known about such a secret if Kui Chi hadn't mentioned it.
I originally thought that by controlling Kunwu and starting the calamity, I would be shouldering endless responsibilities, leading countless creatures to run for their lives during the calamity.
It turns out that in the eyes of the great powers on Zhoutian battlefield, I am just a clown who promotes calamities and harvests resources for them.
At the beginning, Wuzhiqi said that he wanted to break the world and left with determination. He was going to the battlefield of Zhoutian, right?
Since Wuzhiqi's cultivation has not yet recovered to its full potential, the only outcome for entering the Zhoutian battlefield is to die violently.
After all, there are people who despise life and death and only seek freedom and not be enslaved.
There was a glimmer of light in Han Muye's eyes.
"Little guy, you can take my body."
"You can also refine this ancient ruins."
Kui Chi looked at Han Muye and said softly: "As long as you step into the wilderness, take me with you."
At first, someone told me the same thing.
Opening his palm, a light blue ram's horn appeared in Han Muye's hand.
"Buzz——"
A figure wearing a green robe appeared among the sheep's horns.
"Sheep?"
Kui Chi was slightly startled.
"A guy who wants money." The golden bird also whispered.
"Haha, it turns out to be Kui Niu and Golden Crow." The old man in green robe bowed.
This is the horn that Han Muye got when he conquered Wuyang Pavilion in the Immortal World.
Among them resides the ancient mythical beast Sheep.
The biggest characteristic of the Sheep is that it can gather wealth and is extremely sensitive to gold and iron in the world.
"Is this the prehistoric era?"
She Yang looked around, with a trace of disappointment on his face.
"It's just fragments of ancient times."
Unlike the Golden Crow and Kui Niu, which still have their bodies, the Sheep only has this remnant soul left.
He didn't stay long and simply told what happened to him.
He was refined in the Wuyang Cauldron several kalpas ago.
Using the Five-Yang Cauldron to gather wealth is the idea of a refining person.
"Be careful of people in the world of gods."
"Behind them, there are many unimaginable strong people."
The Sheyang who fell asleep again looked at Han Muye, said these words, and then his body disappeared.
Behind the God Realm, there are powerful men who have surpassed the Immortal Realm.
Therefore, one must be careful when connecting to the Celestial Immortal Lord.
Although the mythical beasts in the wilderness didn't know who was hiding behind them, they sensed it and did not dare to leave the Ruin Realm.
Similarly, those ruin realms are the obsessions of many strong people.
They eventually fell in calamity, but they were not reconciled.
What if we could induce these ruin realms to reappear and fight against the strong men in the Zhoutian battlefield?
This is just Han Mu's ambition.
With Kui Chi's support, Han Muye began to refine this ancient land and Kui Niu's body.
The ancient battle armor emerged, and the golden light on it enveloped the ruins of the ancient world and Kui Niu's body.
Finally, when the heaven and earth and Kui Niu's body disappeared, a phantom of Kui Niu appeared on the battle armor.
At this time, the ancient battle armor was not only fully restored, but also even more powerful.
According to what Jinniao said, this type of armor was still of a high level even in the hands of those strong men who attacked the ancient world.
They captured many of those mythical beasts in order to refine them into battle armor and battle puppets.
"boom--"
The armor covered his body, and the black armor shrouded Han Muye's whole body.
Behind the back, the sword box is buckled on the armor, leaving only a hole for the sword.
A bloody stream of light flows on the armor.
This is the great formation power of Dripping Blood Cliff, possessing endless binding power.
Because at this time, Han Muye still had dragon crocodile power surging within his body.
Dark thunder and lightning crisscrossed Han Muye's body, shattering the dragon crocodile's physical power, and then turned it into Han Muye's own power.
Unknowingly, the power of Dragon Crocodile has been integrated with Han Muye's power under the constraints of Kui Niu Armor.
This is billions of times faster than slowly refining.
At this time, Han Muye's physical strength was finally stable.
It has surpassed the physical bodies of most divine beasts in the prehistoric times!
With his physical strength alone, Han Muye can fight against the Immortal Lord alone!
"Buzz——"
As this piece of heaven and earth disappeared, the teleportation formation also dissipated.
Han Muye's figure appeared in front of Xue Xuexian.
Immortal Lord Xue Bing looked at the illusory world that was slowly disappearing, with disappointment flashing across his face.
"Senior Kui Chi asked me to give this to you."
Han Muye raised his hand, and in his palm was a ball of golden thunder light.
This is the power of Kui Niu’s supernatural power.
Unlike the condensed Heavenly Thunder Beads that Kui Chi gave to Tianyao Sect before, these can be refined into one's own magical powers.
With this ball of thunderous light, Tianyao Sect can produce at least ten immortal cultivators who can control the thunder.
This can be regarded as Kui Niu's reward for Tianyao Sect's countless years of support.
Because the cultivators of Tianyao Clan have been contaminated by the power of Kui Niu, their own bloodline has been slightly assimilated, and they can be regarded as Kui Chi's clansmen.
After leaving Tianyaomen, Han Muye did not return to the Immortal City for burial.
The meeting of elites in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm that takes place once every three hundred years has begun.
This elite meeting will select a hundred elites from the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm to participate in the heyday meeting.
The Summit of All Realms is a process used by the God Realm to select strong people to enter the Zhoutian God Realm, and at the same time give them the opportunity to become immortals.
The Zhoutian Divine Realm controls the rules of all realms. If you want to have the opportunity to step into the Immortal Realm, you must be recognized by the Divine Realm.
The Shenyuan Heavenly Palace is known as the source of the Immortal Lords of all realms. The Immortal Lord Realm needs to be trained by the rules in the Shenyuan Heavenly Palace before it can step into the Heavenly Lord realm.
This is the limit of the rules in this calamity, and no one can be an exception.
Unless he doesn't become an immortal in this calamity.
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Tonghe Fairyland.
This fairyland had already fallen under the siege of the armies of the gods.
Later, Immortal Burial City gathered the forces of all parties to kill the powerful men of the God Realm, and shattered the altars and formations of the Gods.
But this world is now broken, and it can no longer become a true immortal world.
Many years ago, this place became a training paradise for the descendants of Fuyuxianjie.
There are many treasures left behind by Tonghe Immortal Realm here, and many gods come to attack and kill them.
In these ruins, you may soar into the sky, or you may fall silently and anonymously.
The elite selection of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm is held in Tonghe Immortal Realm.
Several powerful immortal kings are sitting here, and all the powerful descendants of the major sects who have practiced for a hundred thousand years are fighting here.
In the past three years, dozens of strong juniors have emerged.
Sword Sect's Shu Ming Sword Immortal did his part and became the number one swordsman.
Luo Zhentian, the half-step immortal king of the Blood War Sect.
Taoist Hongmu, a rising star in the Taoist sect, is not far from the realm of the Immortal Lord in cultivation.
There are also Tianyao Sect and Iron Armored War Sect, all of which have strong juniors who have become the best.
“In the end, Immortal Burial City’s foundation is still poor.”
A powerful Immortal Lord who suppressed all parties looked at the elite disciples fighting everywhere and said softly.
Several others nodded.
No one from Burial Immortal City participated in the elite meeting this time.
Yunlan Sword Immortal has signed up, but he hasn't arrived yet.
No one cares either.
"boom--"
The sound of roaring and explosions resounded in front of them, and several disciples were finally shot away by a tall and powerful man holding a bloody war gun.
"Blood War Sect, Chu Kuangyu became the ninety-ninth elite disciple."
"This elite selection ends here."
The sound echoed in the void.
it's over?
Didn’t you say one hundred people?
What about the last spot?
Many strong people who had been conserving their strength and waiting to compete for the last spot were stunned.
The ninety-nine selected elites looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on Shu Ming Jinxian.
At this time, Jinxian Shuming looked indifferent, looked up with a smile and said, "That quota is reserved for Swordsman Yunlan."
Yunlan Sword Immortal!
Among the Yuxian world, if we talk about legendary figures, this one is the most deserving of the title.
A few hundred years passed quickly, and he went from being an unknown disciple of the Sword Sect to a being who was rampant throughout the Rain-Raining Immortal Realm.
In just over a hundred years, he has accomplished what others could not accomplish in a hundred thousand years.
If it's just an improvement in cultivation and unparalleled combat power, then that's it. The most important thing is the power and wealth that this person controls.
That’s so jealous that you don’t even dare!
Who dares to imagine that Immortal Burial City, which suppresses one side, and Yunlan City, which is the richest in the world, are all in this person's hands?
Yunlan City, where hundreds of millions of immortal cultivators gathered in the wasteland, was built step by step by the efforts of Yunlan Sword Immortal.
The elites here have watched this city come from scratch, slowly rise in the wasteland, and rise in the rain-covering fairy world.
Who would have thought that Yunlan City would become the richest city in the Rain-Flowing Immortal Realm?
I don’t know how many people regret it.
If he was the one who stepped into the wasteland at the beginning, he might be the richest person in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm now, right?
Whether it was the ninety-nine elites who stood out or the tens of thousands of powerful juniors who failed in the competition, everyone had the opportunity to build a city in the wasteland.
It was unimaginable for any of them that an unknown descendant like Han Muye would become the owner of the largest city in the wasteland.
"boom--"
There was a roar in the void.
A stream of light that tore apart the heaven and earth flew from a distance.
The sky was filled with light, and the heaven and earth shook, as if they were overwhelmed.
The five powerful Immortal Lords who were guarding stood up with solemn expressions.
Such power, at least the Immortal Lord!
This is a powerful immortal king, stronger than any of them!
"A meeting of the elites of the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm. Any intruders will be regarded as a provocation to our Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm!" The white-haired Taoist in the lead shouted, and the fairy light on his body turned into a golden beam of light.
The other four powerful Immortal Lords also had their immortal light condensed into a thread.
Sword Immortal Shu Ming looked solemn and took a step forward.
On him, the fairy light belonging to the Immortal King Realm shines.
Immortal Lord!
The other three elite disciples also moved, showing their Immortal Lord Realm cultivation.
Four Immortal Lords!
There are actually four Immortal Lords among the elite disciples.
In this elite meeting, there are actually four Immortal Lords. Are they trying to attack the most prosperous meeting?
The elite juniors around him were in an uproar.
"boom--"
The stream of light above the sky paused for a moment, then suddenly accelerated in speed.
This great speed stirred up the power of heaven and earth, and the strong wind roared into thunder.
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The old man presiding over the elite meeting gave a low shout, raised a jade handle in his hand, and the fairy light condensed into a palm that supported the sky.
Immortal light also gathered on several other people's bodies, and they collided with the roaring stream of light.
"Bang——"
The palm holding the sky was smashed into pieces as soon as it was taken out.
The stream of light did not stop at all, rushing straight away from all the fairy light attacks and falling straight below.
The five immortal kings turned pale and their eyes widened.
Together they can't hurt each other at all!
The powerful Immortal Lord among the four elite disciples looked at each other, with the immortal light mingling on their bodies, preparing for a decisive battle.
"good."
At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.
The stream of light exploded, and Han Muye, wearing a blue robe and carrying a sword box on his back, appeared in mid-air.
His ancient battle armor turned into light black scales, attached to the front, chest and back of his robe, like a protective half-armor.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
Sword Immortal Shu Ming widened his eyes and shouted loudly.
He knew that Han Muye was powerful in battle.
But how long has it been before Han Muye's combat power has become so strong that none of them can do anything together?
This is the cooperation of nine immortal kings!
"Haha, it turns out to be Yunlan." The old man holding Ruyi in the first place breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said with a smile, "I thought some powerful person had come to ruin my great event in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm."
Several other immortal kings also had relaxed expressions on their faces.
Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance.
"Seniors, you have a good idea."
"Someone really wants to ruin my elite selection meeting in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm."
What's the meaning?
Everyone was stunned.
"boom--"
A crack opened in the sky.
A 100-foot flying boat rushed into Tonghe Fairyland.
Now anyone can enter the Tonghe Immortal Realm, which is the ruins of hundreds of battles.
"People from the Fuyu Immortal Realm, haha, you are the only shortcomings of the Luyang Immortal Dynasty in the Zhaoyang Immortal Realm!"
There was a chuckle from the flying boat, and a big man in golden armor pointed his sword downward.
Figures of strong men appeared one after another, flying down and surrounding everyone in the entire elite selection place.
"Let me, General, see how capable the younger elites of the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm are."