"Under this mask of light, there is definitely a million-pound weight suppressing it, and everyone's strength is suppressed ten thousand times!"
"To be able to use such methods in such an arena, he is truly a strong man."
At this moment, there is silence in front of many light curtains.
Regardless of whether it is the immortal world or the divine world, not everyone can match their combat power with their realm.
Many high-ranking officials in the forces have not fought against anyone for countless years. They have a tyrannical cultivation base, and their combat prowess can no longer match their cultivation level.
Seeing Han Muye and the others fighting at this moment, their hearts were shocked by this instant decision.
This is also the reason why the Hengsheng Conference was held.
The purpose of the Hengsheng Meeting is to allow more strong people who are good at fighting to stand out.
As for how many of them finally stepped into the God Realm and how many of them disappeared without a trace, this is not something that outsiders can know.
"boom--"
The wild man Han Mu was in the void and had already punched him hard.
The strong wind released by this punch turned into a roaring tornado, and in the eyes of all light screens, it completely tore apart the heaven and earth space.
This blow can tear the Immortal Lord's body into pieces!
"town!"
The big man holding a long bow and wearing a fiery red armor shouted loudly.
The space of a hundred feet in front of him seemed to freeze suddenly.
Supernatural power!
This is still a strong man who has cultivated supernatural powers!
Moreover, this magical power is clearly of the space type, a powerful magical power that no one can resist!
"He is Du Chiyu, one of the strongest immortal kings in this group!" Someone recognized this immortal king who was famous in all realms.
"This is Du Chiyu, who is said to be able to suppress the void with just one word. He is the strongest among the immortal kings." Someone whispered from outside the light curtain.
"This will make Du Chiyu and Han Muye face off, seriously..."
In the light curtain, the shadow of Gangfeng's fist hit the sealed space and seemed to lose control all of a sudden.
The magical power, which contains a trace of the power of rules, is no longer something that the Immortal King Realm can resist.
Han Muye's figure was behind the shadow of Gang Feng's fist, his expression unchanged, and the former god's fist pressed down.
Visible to the naked eye, the space ahead is oscillating.
The originally empty world seemed like broken glass.
"Bang——"
The world is broken!
The hundred-foot-square space turned into bright beads, flying down in all directions.
But wherever the bead flew, the space exploded.
The direction where the beads flew the most was where Du Chiyu was standing.
Countless transparent beads exploded, covering Du Chiyu's body.
In everyone's eyes, Du Chiyu's body turned into hollows.
He widened his eyes and looked at Han Muye in front of him.
"Dang Cang——"
Nothing was left except a large golden bow.
An Immortal Lord was backlashed by his own magical power!
In front of all the light curtains, there was silence.
The immortals in the world are the peaks, and the one in front of the light curtain is the realm of the immortals.
Seeing Han Muye kill the Immortal Lord with one clean blow, these powerful Immortal Lords all had complicated expressions.
If he were in front of Han Muye, could he block this blow?
"Borrowing the power of heaven and earth to add to your body, you can break the confinement of heaven and earth's supernatural powers. It's amazing." Someone saw through the secret of Han Muye's punch and spoke softly.
With the help of the pressure blessed by the light mask, he condensed it into a punch and directly broke the confinement of the space.
Du Chiyu didn't expect the pressure here to be so great. His magical powers were suppressed. Not only did he fail to exert his power, but Han Muye caught the flaw and destroyed it with one blow.
Within the light curtain, Han Muye had another bloody halo on his body.
He turned his head and his eyes fell on the powerful Immortal Lord who had just been knocked back by his punch and was still standing.
The man's expression changed, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and flew away.
But he just rushed to the light mask and slapped it with his palm, but his expression changed.
This mask cannot be broken!
Unable to break through the mask, we can only face Han Muye directly!
In front of all the light curtains, the faces of those powerful Immortal Lords watching this battle were gloomy.
In the past, there was no rule in the heyday gathering that the person who fell into it was suppressed by the mask and could not retreat.
As long as he leaves, it means giving up this fight and giving his own arena to the opponent, and he can leave peacefully.
But at this time, I couldn't leave.
The rules have been changed!
"Shenyuan Tiangong has controlled the God Realm for so many years, but it can actually change the rules of the Hesheng Conference. It's terrifying." Someone's eyes were fixed in the light screen, and he whispered in a deep voice.
Han Muye's eyes also fell on the light mask.
Is this a fight to the death?
There is fighting and killing intent condensed in him.
Now that he has entered the heyday of society, he has such an awareness.
But he was curious about who could be his opponent.
Seeing Han Muye approaching step by step, the Immortal Lord took a deep breath, and the immortal light gathered around him.
A green wind scroll formed instantly, and then, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sword light and the wind scroll merged into one.
Is magic and magic combined with sword skills?
This method is good.
After all, he is a powerful immortal king who participated in the heyday meeting.
Wherever the blade points, the wind roll is swept out directly.
In this windstorm, countless sword lights flashed.
Each ray of sword light, if it were in the world of cultivating immortals, could directly tear thousands of miles of mountains into pieces.
Even in this space that was suppressed ten thousand times, the light of the sword could still see the cracks tearing apart the void.
Han Muye stared at Fengjuan and kept walking.
He didn't punch out until the sword came to him.
This punch is very slow.
When the fist is raised and then dropped, the trajectory is clear and variable.
But this punch was extremely fast in the eyes of the Immortal Lord who commanded Fengjuan.
The fist shadow directly smashed the wind scroll, turned into a flying white tiger, and pounced on his head.
He struck out with the long knife in his hand, but it missed.
"The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger..."
Looking at the protective Changxiao in front of him, his body solidified by the light of his sword and the wind, the Immortal Lord whispered softly.
Han Muye's punch was also a combination of boxing technique and magical power.
It's just that he borrowed his wind and wind magical power.
This method should have been his original creation.
Is there really such a person in the world who can understand at a glance?
horrible.
"Fellow Taoist, I have to submit." Putting away his long sword, the Immortal Lord held his hand towards Han Muye.
As his words fell, a golden halo appeared on Han Muye.
The suppression of him by this space completely disappeared.
On the other hand, the pressure on the Immortal Lord still exists.
There was already a huge difference in strength, but now the pressure on the two of them was different, and there was no need to continue fighting.
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Outside the light curtain, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
If this rule is also changed, who will dare to participate in the future heyday?
"Hmph." In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Heavenly Palace, the palace owner snorted coldly.
Although the Shenyuan Tiangong tried its best to control the entire Wutian Continent and wanted to control the large array set up by the body of the divine beast, it has never been able to do so. It can only slightly change some of the rules.
If it could completely control the Hengsheng Meeting and this grand formation, Shenyuan Tiangong would have bucked the trend and gone to the Zhoutian battlefield to look for opportunities.
The secrets in this great formation are related to the Heaven Collapse War in the ancient prehistoric era.
The Immortal Lord named Chang Ciyue surrendered, and Han Muye's arena became slightly more stable.
The golden light mask dispersed, and floating arenas could be seen ahead.
The arena is either large or small. The large one is almost the same as Han Muye's arena, with a radius of tens of thousands of feet, while the small one is only less than ten thousand feet.
In every arena, there are strong men stationed there.
"Buzz——"
In the distance, there was a loud roar, and a ring collided with Han Muye's ring.
The figure standing on the ring frowned, fighting spirit welling up in his body.
"That's Zhuge Changju!"
"Zhuge Changju of the Dayang Immortal Realm is one of the strongest in this group!"
"Why him?"
"I understand that Shenyuan Tiangong cannot really control the rules yet. They used the chaos of time in this space as a starting point to bump into Han Muye and Zhuge Changju."
Not really changing the rules, but using them.
Although the latter one is not easy, it is not as scary as changing the rules.
It seems that Shenyuan Tiangong is not completely invincible.
"You go." Han Muye suddenly said as he watched the two arenas collide.
Chang Ciyue was stunned and could only nod.
He knew that he was no match for Zhuge Changju, but if he didn't go now, he would be dead in front of Han Muye.
This is a grand meeting. Since you surrender and surrender, you must have the consciousness to admit defeat.
Taking one step forward, Chang Ciyue was slightly startled.
All the pressure on him was lifted.
Not only that, he is also blessed by the power of this arena.
This is?
Without giving him a chance to think about it, Zhuge Changju flew up in front of him and thrust out a spear from his hand.
The tip of the gun glowed with golden flames, and this flame turned out to be the Golden Crow Divine Flame!
A divine flame that is hard to find in the world, a divine flame that only existed in ancient mythical beasts!
Chang Ciyue's face changed drastically, she gritted her teeth and took out her long sword.
The blade of the blade in his palm turned, triggering a golden fairy light that divided into countless wind scrolls again.
The powerful Immortal Lord has the best control of power in the world.
This sword did not forcefully collide with the divine flame, because there are not many forces in the world that can collide with the Golden Crow divine flame.
The power of wind contained in his long sword is definitely not something that can collide with the Golden Crow Divine Flame.
"Buzz——"
The wind curled around, trying to slow down the divine flames pierced by the spear. Unfortunately, his wind curls simply shattered as soon as they collided with the divine flames.
He himself couldn't stand up and was thrown away.
"The gap in combat power is too big." Someone whispered as he looked at the wind and divine flames that were about to separate in the light curtain.
"At the level of the Immortal Lord, strength of cultivation is no longer a criterion." In front of a light curtain, an old man wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe said softly.
Behind him were a group of young Taoists wearing green robes.
These Taoists all have strong immortal light shining on them, at least they are in the Golden Immortal realm.
"Master, at the Immortal Lord level, how do you reflect the strength of your strength, and how do you intuitively perceive combat power?" A young man who was obviously full of vigor asked loudly.
He cast his gaze on the light screen in front of him and said loudly: "This Immortal Lord Han Muye dare not face Zhuge Changju directly. Maybe he is not strong enough?"
His words made everyone around him turn their heads curiously.
After hearing his words, Master shook his head with a chuckle on his face.
"Ordinary immortal kings compete for the resources in their hands, the power of the immortal treasures, and the control of the immortal treasures and other treasures that protect the Tao."
Gently stroking his beard, the old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the divine flames rushing towards Han Muye in the light curtain.
"A truly powerful divine king can refine a treasure, such as the Golden Crow Divine Flame, which is the top treasure in the world."
"Such a treasure passed down from ancient times can even fight against the Immortal Lord."
This is the real powerful Immortal King!
Outside the light curtain, everyone stared at the divine flame as it crashed towards Han Muye.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and punched out.
"Haha, after all, he is an Immortal Lord from the lower-level Immortal Realm, and he doesn't even recognize the Golden Crow Divine Flame." Outside a light curtain in the God Realm, someone chuckled.
Anyone who recognizes the Golden Crow Divine Flame knows that such divine flames must not be directly received by the body.
"Hey, I was born in a low-level fairy world. I don't have a powerful fairy treasure in my hand, and I don't have a real treasure. I can only rely on my superb boxing skills."
"This person does have some talent, but unfortunately, he doesn't have enough resources."
Outside a curtain of light, a tall man in a green robe turned around and looked at the people behind him.
"So, it is right for me, Zhiliang Immortal Realm, to seek refuge in Biyang Immortal Realm, a medium-sized Immortal Realm."
Everyone nodded and looked into the light curtain.
Reality makes everyone understand that the background of the lower immortal world is really bad.
Han Muye has a very strong understanding and has studied boxing to the extreme.
If such a person has enough resources to cultivate him, he will definitely become the top powerhouse in the world, even an immortal is possible.
It's a pity that he doesn't have such an opportunity.
Everyone watched to see how Han Muye was directly burned to ashes by the divine flames.
A hint of complexity flashed across Chang Ci's moon face standing aside.
Han Muye's strength is very strong, but unfortunately, he does not have enough foundation.
In the God Realm, a smile flashed across the face of the Master of Shenyuan Tiangong.
In the light curtain, Han Muye's fist wind and divine flame collided.
The divine flame exploded and then enveloped his body.
Zhuge Changju showed a sneer on his face, raised his hand, and another flame rose from the spear.
At this time, the spear in his hand was also recognized by some people.
This is a top-notch fairy treasure, in which a golden crow divine flame is refined.
There are not many such treasures in the God Realm.
The second divine flame rushed out and pressed towards Han Muye.
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"boom--"
The divine flames surrounding Han Muye suddenly dissipated, leaving only a faint flame in front of Han Muye's fist.
Before Zhuge Changju could react, Han Muye raised his hand and the fire exploded and flew back.
My divine flame has flown back?
The two divine flames collided in mid-air, and then fell head-on towards Zhuge Changju.
Han Muye raised his hand and punched again.
This time, a golden crow shadow appeared in front of his fist style.
"boom--"
Blessed by the Golden Crow, the divine flame shines, directly igniting Zhuge Changju.
Instant ashes!
"Dang Cang——"
The spear fell, and all the divine flames gathered back onto the spear point.
With one punch, Zhuge Changju fell!
Inside and outside the light curtain, there was silence!
"He, how did he do it?" Someone was confused.
Even the Immortal Lord couldn't see how Han Muye, under the suppression of the divine flames, bucked the trend and killed Zhuge Changju with one punch.
"The power of the Golden Crow!"
"His punch contains the power of the Golden Crow."
An old man with a white beard looked at Han Muye, golden light flashing in his eyes.
"Just now, when he was fighting against the Golden Crow Divine Flame, he realized the power of the Golden Crow."
"Just like when he defeated Chang Ciyue's Fengjuan just now, he realized the changes in Feng Conghu's power."
Before the light curtain, the powerful Immortal Master had already seen through it.
"What a genius..."
No wonder this person had 100 million divine crystals on him.
With such an amazing talent, if you move forward quietly, even if you cannot get the leader of the heyday, it will not be a problem to reach the top 100.
Unfortunately, some people are too impatient.
"I'm afraid this Han Muye is not as simple as he seems." Someone's eyes lit up, and he looked at Han Muye in the light curtain, picking up the spear, slowly refining it, and holding the long bow in his other hand.
With these two treasures, Han Muye's combat power will definitely increase a lot!
Chang Ciyue moved and stood beside Han Muye, protecting him.
In the distance, a suspended arena was approaching.
In the God Realm, the Palace Master of Shenyuan Tiangong gritted his teeth: "Quick, don't give him the chance to refine the treasure!"
"Where's Xiang Liuyun? Stop hiding it."
"There is also Immortal Lord Zhu Min of Pantian Dao Sect. Let him also take action."
In front of the light curtain, the disciples of Shenyuan Tiangong who were responsible for the control took full action to interfere with the operation of the formation.
In the other two arenas, the two powerful Immortal Lords seemed to sense this, and both accelerated their attacks.
"boom--"
Not just one arena, but two arenas collided with the thunder that Han Muye stood on.
A mask of light rose again.
On the arena with a radius of 120,000 feet, there are four immortal kings.
Everyone who bumped into Han Muye was an Immortal Lord, or the strongest Immortal Lord in this group.
The scene in the light curtain is chilling.
Shenyuan Tiangong has made no secret of it.
"Chang Ciyue, get out of here." The young man wearing blue and red armor said coldly.
On the other side, the Taoist priest in white robes and a slight beard chuckled: "Han Yiyi, what a coincidence."
The two men's voices fell and they rushed towards Han Muye almost at the same time.
Chang Ciyue gritted her teeth and used the long knife in her hand to draw out the wind scroll instantly.
The wind blew out and the heaven and earth shook.
Is this the blessing of the power of heaven and earth?
Chang Ciyue's heart moved, and her eyes fell on Han Muye beside her.
Due to changes in the arena, it is now Han Muye’s home court!
This is the rule of the formation!
The rules of the formation are still there!
The home court is blessed by the power of heaven and earth.
With a long laugh, Chang Ciyue swung the long sword in her hand with all her strength, and the wind scrolls continued to hit her, and the light of the sword became more and more brilliant.
Although the two Immortal Lords spoke loudly, they were also extremely careful.
The two of them took action, and one of them slashed out the long sword in his hand, shattering the wind scroll in front of him.
The other person was holding a long fan, and when he waved it, the wind blew backwards.
He also controls the power of wind.
Not only that, the Taoist in white shirt obviously understood the power of wind more deeply than Chang Ciyue, but he just turned the wind back casually.
"The ultimate power in the world is rules." Outside the light curtain, an old man nodded slightly and said calmly: "This person has mastered a trace of the rules of the wind."
The rules of the wind?
The people behind the old man all stared wide-eyed.
Rules, this is something only the Immortal Master can control!
"Haha, it's only one thousandth, only better than Chang Ciyue." The old man chuckled and said with his hands behind his back: "It is already rare to be able to control such a rule in the realm of the Immortal Lord."
The Immortal Lord Realm controls the rules that everyone in the Immortal Sovereign Realm seeks. If such powerful people enter the God Realm and step into the Immortal Sovereign Realm, what's the point?
"His name is Xia Kuan. Please pay attention. If he can defeat Han Muye, pay some price and introduce him to our Zhaoyue Divine Sect." In the God Realm, in front of a curtain of light, an old man spoke.
Those who can control the rules in the Immortal Lord Realm must be a proper Immortal Lord.
"boom--"
Chang Ciyue's wind scroll exploded.
He wanted to take action again, but Han Muye reached out to stop him.
Han Muye held a spear in his hand and stepped forward.
"Winds rolling, lingering clouds!"
With a low shout, the spear swept across.
The remaining power of the wind scroll directly intersects with the strong wind brought out by the spear, causing the surrounding sky and earth to roar.
This attack is actually going to break through the light shield of heaven and earth!
"boom--"
A stormy dragon appeared and with a flick of its tail, it knocked the young man in armor away.
The young man tried to resist with the long sword in his hand, but was smashed to pieces by Yunlong's claw.
Even the young man's body was shattered inch by inch!
one strike!
The powerful Immortal Lord falls again!
Yunlong turned around and stared at the white-robed Taoist holding a long fan with his big eyes.
Immortal Lord Xia Kuan looked solemn and raised the long fan in his hand.
Yunlong roared, and his entire body suddenly dispersed.
Between the sky and the earth, only a few remaining clouds remain.
Remnant cloud?
That's the tip of the gun!
Xia Kuan's expression changed drastically, and he could only hold the long fan in front of him in time.
"when--"
"when--"
"when……"
Endless spear collisions, with each blow, Immortal Xia Kuan's body took a step back.
In the light curtain, Han Muye held a spear and stabbed it out again and again.
This action is completely a punch.
Xia Kuan held a long fan in front of him and was repelled by one blow after another.
"Bang——"
After a thousand steps, Xia Kuan's back hit the light mask and spit out a mouthful of golden blood.
"when--"
The spear thrust out again without mercy, piercing the fan surface.
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He spurted out a mouthful of blood again.
Han Muye's spear thrust out again.
Xia Kuan vomited another mouthful of blood.
Han Muye raised his spear again.
"I, I'm convinced, I'm convinced..."
Xia Kuan shouted with all his strength.
If you don't scream, you will die!
"boom--"
A golden halo rose up on Han Muye's body.
The surrounding arena began to merge.
Looking around, Han Muye put away his spear and raised his long bow.
"call out--"
A long golden arrow shot out.
The long arrow knocked away the two people fighting in the other two arenas.
Han Muye drew his long bow lightly and shouted in a low voice: "Death or surrender?"
The gloomy energy and blood power on the long bow reached its peak.
The two people locked by the power of Qi and blood looked pale.
In their perception, if you say even half a word wrong, you will definitely die!
"I, I surrender..."
An old man with a green beard whispered, and the other person turned around and walked away, flying forward.
"boom--"
Only ten feet away, Han Muye's long arrow had already crossed the space of eighty thousand feet, killing him with one arrow!
Two huge arenas merged with Han Muye's arena.
The three immortal kings surrendered to Han Muye.
"This, isn't this a rule that only exists after the fourth level of the Hengsheng Association, when competing for the top thousand positions?"
"Haha, Shenyuan Tiangong must have changed the rules. At this time, the rules have also responded!"
Outside the light curtain, watching Han Muye conquer the three Immortal Lords, the arena reached 140,000 feet, some people laughed out loud.
"In my opinion, I'm afraid this is the counterattack of our Tianzhou formation."
"There are no rules for conquering other people."
Some people looked at other arenas, and there was no such thing as admitting defeat.
"That also depends on the reason."
"Are there any light shields in other arenas that cannot be broken?"
Far away in the Divine Realm of Shenyuan Heavenly Palace, everyone in front of the light curtain gritted their teeth.
"boom--"
Han Muye kept drawing his long bow, either to die or to surrender.
In just one hundred breaths, the arena around him had turned into a million feet.
Fifty-six immortal kings or immortal cultivators in the Daluo realm surrendered.
"boom--"
After millions of feet, the arena turned into a green mountain.
There are huge trees on the mountains.
"This is Yunteng wood, which contains the charm of the great road!"
"This is the compensation given by the rules to Han Muye!"
"Haha, it's fun this time!"
"This is clearly a battle between Wu Tianzhou's formation and Shenyuan Tiangong!"