A figure flew down and stood in front of Han Muye.
Daluo Jinxian.
Huang Zhihu, who is wearing a light red battle armor, is only a Daluo Jinxian.
But the spear in her hand, the armor on her body, and the golden light swirling behind her are all important weapons among the immortal treasures.
Staring at Huang Zhenxiong, Huang Zhihu looked proud.
Huang Zhenxiong's eyes revealed joy and gentleness.
But the joy disappeared in a flash, and no one else could see it except Huang Zhihu.
"For such a little girl, I remember that this little girl is good at commanding sword formations. Han Muye's trump card is the sword formation? Ridiculous." Outside the light curtain of Shenyuan Heavenly Palace, an elder shook his head.
Others also had smiles on their faces.
A true showdown between strong men depends on absolute strength.
Huang Zhenxiong had absolute combat power, and no one else Han Muye could borrow would be enough.
This is the world of spiritual practice, and everything must be judged by one's own strength.
"Hey, Han Muye is still timid and wants to borrow the power of the formation." Someone shook his head and whispered in front of a light curtain in the fairy world.
In the past, he was able to fight Huang Zhenxiong with his own fighting strength.
But now, he actually wants to take advantage of it.
This is a state of mind collapse, and there is no more courage to fight.
The result is that death is inevitable.
In the void, shadows seemed to be shaking their heads.
"Huang Zhenxiong, take action and kill them all." In the void, the voice of the Palace Master of Shenyuan Tiangong sounded.
At this moment, he is not afraid of being suspected.
Huang Zhenxiong showed enough strength.
If such a person becomes the leader of a grand gathering, no one will object.
The powerful men from all sides on the battlefield in the God Realm are also very satisfied.
Many of these powerful men have already passed down their spiritual thoughts and want to capture Huangzhen Xiong.
As for Han Muye, some people also proposed to take him away, but the master of Tiangong Palace refused ambiguously.
As long as Huang Zhenxiong kills Han Muye today, everything will return to the original arrangement of Shenyuan Heavenly Palace.
Moreover, this grand event is more exciting and exciting than every previous one.
The forces behind Shenyuan Heavenly Palace will also give more rewards.
"It's so shameless..."
Outside the light curtain, countless voices sighed.
But so what?
The final winner is Shenyuan Tiangong.
"Kill them?" Huang Zhenxiong raised his head, with a depressed expression on his face, and his eyes were shining brightly, "You know, right? They are my closest relatives and friends -"
"More money will give you two opportunities to refine your body in Shenyuan Tiangong. If your power rules can be refined twice in Tiangong, you will definitely be able to condense stronger rules." The voice of the master of Shenyuan Tiangong was relaxed.
No one can refuse this bargaining chip.
Below, the elites from both sides who had stopped fighting showed envy on their faces.
Opportunities like this for Heavenly Palace's training are not something you just expect.
"Zheng Taiyuan!"
Huang Zhenxiong shouted loudly, causing all the light screens to freeze instantly.
Zheng Taiyuan, the name of the master of Shenyuan Tiangong.
No one in the world dares to call him by his name to his face!
Even those who have reached the Immortal Realm and have become the most powerful people in the world only dare to call the Master of Taiyuan Palace.
But at this time, Huang Zhenxiong actually called Zheng Taiyuan by name in front of thousands of practitioners and countless forces from the immortal world and the divine world.
"Arrogant!"
"Arrogant!"
"What does he want to do..."
Countless people stared closely at Huang Zhenxiong.
Huang Zhenxiong pointed to Han Muye and Huang Zhihu in front of him, and then pointed to himself.
"Am I, Huang Zhenxiong, someone who wants to hurt my brothers and sisters for some benefits?"
He turned his head, looked at all the immortal kings following him below, and said loudly: "In your hearts, am I, Huang Zhenxiong, that kind of person?"
Everyone was stunned by this question.
How do you pick up this script?
This is a grand meeting.
Countless strong men are in front of you.
You, Huang Zhenxiong, dare to face the powerful master of Shenyuan Tiangong and call the master of Tiangong by name, but others don't dare.
I didn't even dare to speak at this time.
"That's it!"
Huang Zhenxiong waved his hands, with a look of loneliness on his face.
"It is impossible for me, Huang Zhenxiong, to hurt my brother, let alone my daughter." As he said this, he took out the spear in his hand.
"Girl Zhihu, this spear is an innate treasure. It is the gathering of all the power of a powerful person in the ancient world."
"With this treasure in hand, you will not be afraid of the Immortal Lord."
With that said, he threw the spear to Huang Zhihu, and then grinned: "Isn't this a good meeting gift?"
Meeting gift.
Everyone looked at the scene on the screen with dull expressions.
Because of this foster daughter summoned by Han Muye, Huang Zhenxiong chose to give up and fight again.
Not only that, he also gave his niece, whom he had just met, a spear that was powerful enough to defeat the Immortal Lord as a meeting gift.
How generous...
If anyone becomes Huang Zhenxiong's brother, it is definitely worthy of trusting him with his life.
Among the Immortal Lords who had followed Huang Zhenxiong before, many of them had gleaming eyes.
Huang Zhihu held the spear and said nothing.
Huang Zhenxiong laughed, waved his hands and said, "Let's go, I won't fight anymore."
"Huang Zhenxiong, are you looking for death!" In the void, the furious voice of the Palace Master of Shenyuan Tiangong came.
Huang Zhenxiong raised his head, with endless violent energy surging in his body.
Behind him, a four-armed demon appeared.
"Zheng Taiyuan, I have given you shame."
"I will now protect my brother and directly become the leader of the Hengsheng Association."
"Your Shenyuan Heavenly Palace has suppressed millions of billions of divine crystals. Let me see what you give in return!"
As he spoke, he raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, I want to help Brother Han Muye become the leader of the Hesheng Society. Which of you is in favor and who is against it?"
Agree?
Dare you?
The palace owner of Shenyuan Tiangong is probably furious now.
Anyone who dares to agree at this time is seeking death.
be opposed to?
Dare you?
Huang Zhenxiong is willing to support Han Muye to become the leader, and the immortal kings on the other side are already excited. If they oppose it at this time, they are also seeking death.
"Chu Zhentian!"
"Xiang Liuyun!"
"He Jiyu!"
"Situ Wuwu!"
"You take action and kill them both."
"No matter what price you pay, I promise that you will be rewarded a hundred times as much!"
The palace master of Shenyuan Heavenly Palace roared wildly.
Within the light curtain, each of the Immortal Lords and Immortal Lords whose names were called had solemn expressions.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Beside them, those people consciously stepped aside.
"I, Chu Zhentian, have always been favored by Shenyuan Heavenly Palace since I started practicing." A middle-aged man wearing a light yellow Taoist robe and a jade belt around his waist took a step forward, with determination in his eyes.
There was a strong halo shining on him, and the power of his soul and the rules he controlled seemed to burst out.
This is about self-destructing one’s soul and practicing one’s life.
Looking at his determined look, several other people had complicated expressions on their faces.
Two of them took a deep breath and raised their feet slightly.
At this moment, a voice sounded: "Chu Zhentian, your soul mark remains in Shenyuan Heavenly Palace. Even if you die here, you can be reborn unscathed."
"You don't have to be so tragic, right?"
The speaker stepped forward, looked around, and said loudly: "Chu Zhentian is the direct grandson of Elder Chu Nanyuan of Shenyuan Tiangong. He is an immortal who has accumulated many resources in Shenyuan Tiangong."
"Are you comparing yourself to him?"
These words made the immortals who raised their feet stunned.
"Xiang Liuyun!" Chu Zhentian gritted his teeth and pointed at the figure in front of him: "You traitor and coward!"
"You are also an Immortal Lord from Shenyuan Heavenly Palace and a strong one among your peers. How can you be so cowardly and afraid of death that you surrender to a small Immortal Lord!"
Xiang Liuyun.
The Immortal Lord who came out of Shenyuan Heavenly Palace.
Those around you take a step back.
As for those who originally planned to take action, they suddenly had no intention of taking action.
Even Shenyuan Tiangong's own people have given in and betrayed, and they still expect others to sacrifice their lives?
No one is a fool.
"Chu Zhentian, you should know what the Immortal Lord of Shenyuan Tiangong piles up."
Xiang Liuyun sneered, and then his eyes shone brightly: "My name is Xiang Ersheng now. In my previous life, I dedicated myself to Shenyuan Tiangong."
He cast his gaze towards the sky in the distance, and there was a trace of aura belonging to the mythical beast Golden Crow flowing around his body: "You don't understand how mysterious the feeling of resurrection from the dead is."
No one cared about how he died or how mysterious he said.
Everyone only saw the war that might have started slowly dissipating.
The few immortals from the God Realm who had gathered their fighting spirit shrank back.
Chu Zhentian's expression changed, and the power bursting out of his body began to turmoil.
"Want to take action?"
Huang Zhenxiong snorted coldly and said calmly: "Come and try."
He clenched his fists, and the shadow of the demon behind him solidified.
The momentum that held up the sky directly pressed and shook the surrounding heaven and earth, and cracks appeared one after another.
"Huang Zhenxiong, you are causing trouble for your sect. I will see if you can return to the God Realm!"
In the void, the Lord of the Divine Source Tiangong Palace gritted his teeth and shouted.
Unfortunately, his threats seemed extremely pale at this time.
"Zheng Taiyuan, don't forget, as long as my brother becomes the leader of the Dingsheng Society, your old foundation in Shenyuan Tiangong will be stripped away."
"I don't believe it. Your Shenyuan Heavenly Palace has been stripped of hundreds of billions of divine crystals, and yet you can still hold the number one spot in the God Realm."
Huang Laoliu roared loudly, then laughed and said: "It would be really ridiculous if the three hundred major sects in the God Realm, who have planned a two-million-year plan like this, can't pull down your Shenyuan Heavenly Palace."
Three hundred large batches, two million years of planning!
It turns out that this time the heyday was a conspiracy!
No wonder such a heavy bet was placed on Han Muye. It turned out that all of this was caused by the three hundred sects.
He is plotting against Shenyuan Tiangong behind his back!
After Huang Laoliu finished speaking, he looked at Han Muye in front of him with a smile on his face.
Han Muye looked relaxed, as if this was really happening.
Outside those light curtains, there was already a look of shock.
What Huang Zhenxiong said was too shocking and appalling.
However, no one dared to doubt that what he said was false.
Because this is simply the best answer.
Only such a big move as the three hundred major sects plotting against Shenyuan Heavenly Palace can explain the heavy bets placed on Han Muye this time and the reason why Han Muye reached the end of this round.
Behind Huang Zhenxiong, there were already people giving guidance and arrangements.
As for the light curtains of those sects in the God Realm, countless people frowned.
Which three hundred sects are the three hundred sects mentioned by Huang Zhenxiong?
It seems that you didn’t bring your sect to play with you?
"Bang——"
In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the palace owner Zheng Taiyuan smashed the light curtain in front of him with one punch.
Far away in the sky of Wutianzhou, a huge fist struck down.
Huang Laoliu laughed loudly and flew up.
Han Muye raised his hand and waved it, and the sword light in his hand gathered into a river.
Changhe hit the huge fist faster than Huang Laoliu's fist.
This is the leader of the largest sect in the God Realm, the most powerful person in the Immortal Realm!
In front of countless people, the sword river gathered by Han Muye shattered.
But the more broken it is, the brighter the sword light becomes.
The sword light and the fist actually formed a strangely even match.
This scene made everyone's eyes widen.
It turns out that Han Muye is so strong!
Even everyone knew that the Master of Shenyuan Tiangong had traveled across countless worlds by himself, and had broken through the power of the formation to attack Han Muye and Huang Zhenxiong.
But others don't see this.
Everyone only looked at the strong leader of the number one sect in the God Realm, but he couldn't win against an Immortal Lord from the Immortal Realm.
This seems to be the case in the God Realm?
Huang Zhenxiong laughed loudly and punched out.
This punch collided with the punch in the void, causing the entire world to collapse.
"Zheng Taiyuan, you violated the rules." Huang Zhenxiong said with a smile.
Sure enough, the whole world was in turmoil, seeming to shatter everyone in it.
But the power was directed more towards Zheng Taiyuan's fist shadow that was about to dissipate.
The shadow of the fist turned into fragments, leaving only a pure source of power.
"Buzz——"
Between heaven and earth, a huge shadow appeared.
Chaos body.
Eyes opened one by one and turned into pillars of light, shrouding all the people attending the Hengsheng Meeting here.
Then, a phantom figure emerged from the pillar of light.
"Is this the fifth round?"
"Didn't you say that there is no fifth wheel?"
"What does it mean?"
In front of the curtains of light, everyone looked confused.
Why is this happening?
"The rules of the Hengsheng Meeting have changed. The fifth round is to refine the heart." The chaotic voice turned into a mighty one, vibrating in the clouds all over the sky.
In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the Palace Master of Tiangong, who was originally full of anger, was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The more powerful you are in the Heart Refining Formation, the more powerful your opponent will be."
"There is also this level. I'll see how a guy like Han Muye can get through it."
"This Hun Chaos is a grateful person. He deserves to be fed by my Heavenly Palace for so many years."
"After the heyday meeting, I want to see which sects are plotting against my Shenyuan Tiangong!"
Sure enough, at this moment, the figure emerging from the light pillar where Han Muye was located was extremely powerful.
Every move and every move reveals endless power.
Moreover, in Han Muye's view, these moves were all very familiar to him.
These moves were all moves that he had practiced and didn't care about anymore.
It turns out that I thought I had mastered the practice and mastered the essence, but it was just an appearance.
The simplest move can trigger unparalleled combat power.
"The power in the world, speed, ruthlessness and accuracy are just appearances."
"It's powerful, but it's only the second level."
"Even the artistic conception and rules are not the end point."
With a punch, the shadow in front of him shattered, and Han Muye whispered.
"Boy, there's only so much I can help you with." A chaotic voice sounded in Han Muye's ears.
"Those truly powerful men on the Zhoutian battlefield are already paying attention to you. How far you can go depends on you."
After Hun Chao finished speaking, his voice dispersed.
Among the countless light pillars, more shadows appeared.
Han Muye knew that the methods displayed by this formation were the same as the original performance stage.
Face yourself.
exceed oneself.
What geniuses haven’t seen those strong men in Zhoutian battlefield?
What they need is a true genius who can transcend themselves.
Of course, there are very few geniuses in the world who can surpass themselves.
Although Han Muye did not need to seek refuge with the strong men in the Zhoutian battlefield, he knew that the calamities in the world were driven by the strong men in the Zhoutian battlefield.
Even though he started the calamity in the Great Wasteland, the final result of the calamity was still controlled by a pair of big hands.
He needs to have enough understanding of the Zhoutian battlefield to ensure that Dahuang Liangjie can become the next master of Liangjie.
Only Han Muye could survive the calamity.
Only in this way can the people you want to protect not perish in a calamity.
"boom--"
A second shadow appeared in front of him, with a long sword in his hand thrust towards him.
This sword was just a very low-level swordsmanship, but at this moment it actually gave Han Muye a feeling of surprise.
Such swordsmanship already has its own artistic conception.
Just like a swordsman who kills people in ten steps and travels thousands of miles in an instant, he has no worries if he has a sword.
Han Muye blocked the sword with his long sword, and then the opponent's figure disappeared.
He moved and the sword in his left hand suddenly thrust out.
"when--"
This was the first time that his left-hand sword was directly blocked by someone.
But Han Muye was not surprised.
Knowing that this was a battle between himself and himself, the immortal light on his body shone brightly, and he slashed down with the long sword in his right hand.
Stab with short sword, chop with long sword.
The two swords are combined, and the sword light envelopes the opponent.
At this moment, he, Han Muye, seemed to be transformed into a sword spirit, and every sword was filled with incomparable agility and brilliance.
The swords and lights intersect, and the shadow of each sword seems to break the heaven and the earth.
"Is there really such a swordsmanship in this world?"
"This son's swordsmanship has reached an unpredictable level!"
"With this swordsmanship, you can even go to the battlefields of Zhoutian!"
Outside countless light screens, countless people whispered.
At this moment, Han Muye had forgotten that he was at the heyday.
He seemed to have returned to Jiuxuan Mountain.
Every sword move is filled with piety.
He seemed to have returned to the days when he and Mo Yuan were studying Wanjian Guizong.
Dead wood.
When the sword comes out, everything in front of me seems to have experienced prosperity and decline.
But this dead wood is not rotten wood.
When the sword comes out, the sky and the earth are clear and clear, and the dead trees are like forests.
Withered, not decayed!
"boom--"
In an instant, endless flames rose.
Wood, life, fire!
At this moment, the pillar of light where Han Muye was located directly turned into flames reaching into the sky.
"This son is worthy of being brought up."
In the void, there seemed to be a spiritual vibration.
That was the exchange between the strong men on the Zhoutian battlefield.
"Not only the rules of fire, but also the enlightenment of glory and glory, which is also rare. In at least 300,000 years, no one has surpassed his talent and understanding."
More spiritual exchanges, more phantom attention.
The flames in the light pillar became even brighter.
"boom--"
The next moment, the flames superimposed and rose again.
The halos intersect and turn into a prairie fire.
Five Mysterious Swordsmanship, Beacon Fire.
Every display of swordsmanship is a shadow being killed.
Han Muye moved his sword faster and faster.
"Buzz——"
A beam of light shattered not far away, and then that beam of light overlapped with the beam of light on Han Muye's body, and two phantoms emerged.
But the phantom just appeared and was already shattered by his sword.
The sword light is like a swimming dragon, flickering across the mountains and rivers.
"What a decisive judgment!"
"This man was really born for the art of swordsmanship!"
"With such a sword, you can see the true meaning of swordsmanship!"
In front of countless screens of light, each powerful person cast their gaze on Han Muye.
Many sects in the God Realm also have a hint of intention.
"If this person really becomes the treasured leader of the heyday, then if he can be admitted into the sect..."
"Isn't it worthwhile to offend Shenyuan Tiangong?"
"Shenyuan Tiangong? If Han Muye can be the leader, they may not have enough time to take care of themselves!"
…
Unknowingly, there were five shadows around Han Muye.
Each one uses a kind of sword technique.
So far, among those light pillars, there are not many phantoms around them with two rays. The only one with three rays is Huang Laoliu.
The five paths are simply unimaginable.
Han Muye used the two swords in his hands to fight one against five, blocking all the phantoms, but he was still able to defend himself.
It was obvious that he was just honing his sword skills, and it was not that he really lacked the strength to kill these phantoms.
This kind of swordsmanship has really never been seen before.
Outside the light curtain, there were figures in the void, all of whom were already staring at Han Muye.
As if sensing the attention around him, Han Muye slowed down his sword movements a bit.
This is slowness that everyone can feel.
But this slowness gives people a clearer feeling.
He stabbed out with the sword in his left hand, pressing the sword edge of a phantom on the left. With a sliding thrust, the sword flew away, and then the sword light slashed across the chest of another phantom.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He moved to avoid the long sword behind him, and then without looking at the sword in his right hand, he reversed it and pierced the body behind him.
A sword struck three times in a row kills with one sword.
At this moment, the sword moved so quickly that it broke through the space barrier.
"So strong..."
In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Heavenly Palace, someone could not help but whisper.
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
The strong men around him also looked ugly.
With such swordsmanship, it is certain that Han Muye will be the leader.
What to do?
Everyone looked at the palace master.
A hint of darkness flashed across the eyes of the Lord of Heavenly Palace.
"This son cannot be kept."
He looked at the shadows of those powerful men on the Zhoutian battlefield, then gritted his teeth and said, "Take out the heavenly monument."
Sky monument!
Everyone was stunned at first, and then their eyes widened.
"The Heavenly Monument is related to the beginning of the next calamity, and is a thing that suppresses the destiny of the Heavenly Palace..."
The elder who spoke lowered his head.
The heavenly monument, a divine object, was originally carried by the divine beast Baxia.
But because of the calamity involved, Baxia's bloodline was almost completely wiped out.
There is also the Tongtian Immortal Lord who is imprisoned deep in Shenyuan Heavenly Palace, who was planning the Heavenly Monument from the beginning.
Another elder whispered: "The relationship between the Heavenly Monument and Tongtian Immortal Lord is a matter of calamity. The strong men in the Zhoutian battlefield back then have already left messages. Anyone who is related to Naha's bloodline and Zhentian Heavenly Monument
, don’t even stay.”
"Prepare this heavenly monument. If Han Muye is serious about winning the leader of the Hesheng Meeting, mix the heavenly monument with the reward and give it to him." The master of the Tiangong Palace sneered.
Looking at the light curtain, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"When he gets the Sky Monument, we will take action directly."
"It's too naive to want to gamble on the divine crystals of my Shenyuan Tiangong."
"boom--"
In the light curtain, Han Muye wiped out all the shadows around him with one sword.
But before he could stop, several more beams of light merged around him, and then eight phantoms appeared.
in all directions.
At this moment, the two swords in his hands slowly retracted.
With the power of the two swords in his hands, he cannot stop the swords from all directions.
Just when he retracted his swords, the light beam around him trembled, and the eight figures began to change.
