717, the extraordinary person in the realm of immortality
"boom--"
The sword light gathered together and struck down with a roar.
Han Muye is a swordsman.
From the moment he set foot on Jiuxuan Mountain, from the moment he entered the Sword Pavilion and became a sword watcher, he has always regarded himself as a sword cultivator.
Although he cultivated physical combat power, alchemy, weaponry, and thunder techniques, from beginning to end, his swordsmanship was the foundation.
All the sharpness in the world can be found in one sword.
All kinds of cultivation are no match for this three-foot green front.
Han Muye's sword is already at its peak in the prehistoric universe.
Entering the galaxy universe has never drawn a sword.
This time, he took action with all his strength.
The sword of the soul blended with the long black sword made of the true spirit bone in his hand. With one strike, Han Muye slowly sheathed the sword.
This was the first time he used the sealed sword in his hand.
A real weapon with more than ninety-nine divine patterns, a sword at the level of the universe.
The divine patterns on the long sword flickered, then fell silent again.
Thirty-two divine lines were translucent, turning into thirty-two streams of light, converging into sword light, and slashing down.
quick.
This kind of speed is the speed of reversing time.
This speed directly tears the space in front of it, reverses the endless world, and then smashes it into pieces.
In front of Han Muye, the void and the body of the black war puppet were shattered inch by inch.
"Bang——"
Like a bubble bursting, the war puppet and the space around him turned into pieces.
It's real fragments.
It's like a breeze blowing, and the fragments fall like petals, and then disappear into the void.
After one strike of the sword, the figure of the war puppet was no longer in front of him.
A prehistoric-level war puppet was shattered by a sword!
That is the prehistoric level war puppet, the most powerful combat power in the world except the cosmic level!
This is Han Muye's strength at this time.
It is driven by the energy and blood power of the prehistoric overlord level, stimulating the tyrannical power of the prehistoric level armor.
Then he combined the power of the ancient battle armor and the cosmic-level warriors, and then used the three divine soul swords to activate the killing power within them.
Han Muye himself didn't even know how powerful the sword he just struck was.
"Buzz..."
The sky-slaying war spear vibrated, and a sense of fear was conveyed on it.
The Golden Bird and Hun Chao on the side both stepped back slightly, as if they were afraid of being affected by some force.
The Five Elements Divine Furnace stopped talking, but there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes.
Opposite, most of the god-level experts in Hanyue City were pale, with golden blood overflowing from their mouths.
The war puppets they controlled with the power of their souls were shattered, which would naturally cause them to suffer mental injuries.
The most important thing is that these ancient war puppets are no match for Han Muye, and they have no trump card.
There was endless fear in the eyes of many people.
The stronger you practice, the more you fear death.
They don't want to die here without knowing anything.
"You, who are you?"
The old man in black robe standing in front stared at Han Muye, stretched out his hand, and spoke tremblingly.
How could there be such a strong person in the world?
He has lived for countless thousands of years, and has even met a few of those powerful men who were rampant in all the universes back then.
However, he has never seen a strong man who can crush a prehistoric war puppet with one blow.
I really can’t understand, is there really someone in the world who can defeat a prehistoric level war puppet with one blow?
Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword, and the sword intent on his body slowly disappeared.
The armor on his body also turned into a faint green light and disappeared, then he raised his head and said calmly: "I am here to take back Hanyue City."
Take back Hanyue City?
Take back?
Everyone was stunned.
"You won't forget who is the master of Hanyue City, right?" Han Muye's voice was cold, and his eyes were shining, as if he would strike if the other person answered incorrectly.
really.
If the other person answers incorrectly, he will take action.
If he takes action, everyone here will be killed.
He, Han Muye, has killed many people.
As good as the ones in front of you.
Who is the master of Hanyue City?
Those god-level experts had horrified expressions on their faces, looking at Han Muye in front of them in disbelief.
They know who is the master of this city.
Although they have felt that they are the masters of Hanyue City and are in charge of everything in Hanyue City since a long time ago.
But they knew in their hearts that they were not the masters of Hanyue City.
The owner of Hanyue City needs the approval of the trading hall, the city's defense formation, and the city's previous owner.
The previous owner of this city was a powerful man who could single-handedly control the ancient war puppets. He came from ancient times and is now missing.
"You, you are the inheritor of Lord Hanyue City..." the black-robed old man standing at the front whispered, the expression on his face changing.
The others looked at each other, and their expressions also changed slightly.
This is a step.
A step for mutual truce.
If they don't recognize Han Muye as the inheritor of Hanyue City's city lord, Han Muye will kill them all.
"Senior Muyue once taught me how to practice and taught me the secret techniques to control Hanyue City." Han Muye's expression softened slightly, he looked at the crowd and spoke loudly.
Muyue.
Very few people know this name anymore.
This is the name of the previous city lord of Hanyue City.
Looking around, Han Muye's eyes flashed with a hint of depression and anger: "Originally, I have no interest in taking charge of Hanyue City."
"But Senior Muyue once said that if Hanyue City falls and even the prehistoric level war puppets cannot be controlled, then let me take control of this city."
"Senior Muyue said that once the prehistoric level war puppet cannot be controlled, Hanyue City will not be far from falling completely."
His words echoed throughout the square, making everyone look ashamed.
Although these god-level experts control Hanyue City, they are causing this powerful city in the void to continue to fall.
Today's Hanyue City has long ceased to communicate with the outside world and only relies on the inheritance of the city for support.
There are only tens of thousands of practitioners in the entire city, and they practice in a closed-door manner, rarely interacting with outside practitioners.
They are afraid.
He was afraid that outsiders would know about the city's decline.
Zhuyang City has made plans to attack Hanyue City not once or twice.
"You said you are the inheritor of Senior Mu Yue." The old man in black robe stared at Han Muye, took a deep breath, and then pointed to a hall not far away, "If you let the inheritance hall recognize you, we will recognize you."
In the inheritance hall, the remnant soul of the city lord Mu Yue is stored. It is this spiritual thought that has always supported this city and allowed it to maintain its stability.
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Han Muye turned his head and looked at the main hall.
The black hall covers a vast area, as if it were made of fine iron.
This is the trading hall of the Pantheon.
It is also the place where the soul of the previous city lord Mu Yue is hidden.
From the memories of the two war puppets, Han Muye fully knew these secrets.
Especially from the memories of the prehistoric war puppet in the square, he learned more about the then city lord Mu Yue.
"Okay, I will enter the inheritance hall," Han Muye's eyes fell on the faces of those god-level experts, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "When I walk out of the hall and obtain the Golden Ring of the City Lord, I will be the master of this city.
Bar?"
Everyone looked at each other and nodded slightly.
This has always been the dream of each of them.
Enter the main hall and get the recognition from the soul of the previous city lord.
Han Muye did not walk directly into the hall, but turned around and his eyes fell on the war puppet behind him.
The remaining bodies of the five war puppets are all disassembled and messy.
He put his hand on the body of a war puppet and said softly: "This war puppet is probably the Haoyue War Puppet. It is controlled by the senior Haoyue who followed the Lord of Muyue City back then."
This person actually recognizes which senior controlled the war puppet back then?
In the square, everyone recognized Han Muye's identity a little more.
If you are not the inheritor of Senior Muyue, it is impossible to know this, right?
Han Muye shook his head and spoke again: "The Great Lord Haoyue controlled the war puppet back then, and he could kill his peers with magical skills in the full moon. It was so powerful that it shocked everyone. I didn't expect that his war puppet was taken down by you, and all the spiritual patterns inherited from the magical skills were taken away.
Broken."
These words made everyone's faces turn red.
The prehistoric level war puppet that their envoy activated just now flew down with the skill of reaching the full moon in the sky.
It's a pity that the magical skills that are rampant in all directions are just ordinary stimulating means in their hands and have no lethality.
Han Muye walked up to another war puppet and stretched out his hand to caress it, with a look of regret on his face.
In fact, he is reading the memory in the war puppet.
"Senior Xian Yue's Xian Yue Battle Puppet wields a Crescent Moon Scimitar. His swordsmanship is considered to be the best among prehistoric level battle puppets. You actually tore apart his battle sword..."
"This is the Yaoxing War Puppet. It is said to be a shining star and a lawless existence, but you actually broke through its star chain defensive spirit pattern."
Every time Han Muye said something, the gods in the square wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
They only have limited understanding of these prehistoric level war puppets.
Because they wanted to obtain powerful control methods, they disassembled the best parts of these war puppets and assembled them.
The war puppet they obtained was not as powerful as they imagined, but was extremely difficult to control.
It was the war puppet that was chopped to pieces by Han Muye's sword just now.
"Hey, what a bunch of trash." After seeing all the memories of the war puppets, Han Muye flicked his sleeves and strode towards the main hall on one side of the square.
Those god-level experts looked at each other with shame on their faces.
"Is this really the inheritor of the city lord?" someone whispered, with a hint of hope in his eyes.
"I'm afraid so? If not..." Otherwise, who would know about these prehistoric level war puppets and their various secret methods?
"Inheritor?" The old man at the front had a deep divine light in his eyes and whispered: "Is he an inheritor or a reincarnation, who knows?"
Reincarnated person.
Some powerful people foster their souls elsewhere, waiting for their memories to awaken at a certain time.
Such a divine soul can be a split soul or a main soul.
"Jin Hui, you mean that this reincarnated soul, who may be the Lord of Muyue City, has come back to take over Hanyue City?" Someone said in surprise.
The old man named Jin Hui shook his head, with a calm expression on his face: "Let's wait until he comes out of the hall. It's meaningless to say anything now."
Everyone nodded and watched Han Muye's figure disappear into the hall.
As soon as he entered the main hall, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.
The structure of this hall is almost the same as the trading hall of Immortal Burial City.
It seems that the Pantheon does have some kind of inheritance connection with Changtian Pavilion in the prehistoric universe.
As he walked forward step by step, Han Muye looked around curiously at the golden bird and chaos that appeared behind him, as well as the Five Elements Divine Furnace, including the shadow of the war gun attached to his arm.
The hall was empty, dark, and silent.
"Senior Muyue, since I'm here, you don't have to hide." Han Muye walked to the center of the hall, looked around, and said calmly: "Your remnant soul has been hiding here for so many years, isn't it just to wait for your own separation?
Has the soul returned?"
"I'm telling you, you can't wait any longer."
Can't wait any longer.
As Han Muye's voice fell, the entire hall instantly lit up with endless moonlight.
The moonlight was like layers of gauze, covering the space around Han Muye.
A female cultivator in palace attire wearing a moon-white dress walked forward step by step with a chill in her eyes.
"It's so cold..." The golden bird muttered and landed on Han Muye's shoulder.
"She's still a girl." A voice came from the Chaos Golden Pearl.
The female cultivator in palace attire looked at Han Muye, then turned her eyes to the golden bird on Han Muye's shoulder and the chaotic golden beads next to the golden bird.
The golden bird flapped its wings and turned its head.
The golden beads rotate slightly.
The female cultivator looked at the suspended Five Elements Divine Furnace again.
"Among the divine beasts of the ancient universe, as well as the extremely spiritual formations and the divine weapon refining furnace, which great master are you the inheritor of?"
Being able to see through the identities of Golden Bird and Hun Chaos at a glance is indeed a skill that only the ancient great masters could possess.
"I'm also very curious about you." Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, looking at the moonlight and the female cultivator in front of him, "Are you the remnant soul of Lord Mu Yue, or Mu Yue's war puppet?"
His words caused the female cultivator's expression to change. Before she could speak, Han Muye's voice sounded again: "I didn't expect that Master Mu Yue would have upgraded the war puppet to a level very close to the cosmic level."
"It's still bionic."
"She wants to use you as the carrier of her soul to achieve eternal life, right?"
Han Muye's words completely made the female cultivator's face darken.
Han Muye has long studied the bionic method of refining war puppets.
There is another such warrior figure beside him, that is Chen Mao's granddaughter Chen Die'er.
Originally, he was very curious about Chen Dieer's body, but now he found clues in the memories of those fighting puppets in the square.
When he saw the female nun in front of him again, he finally had a complete answer.
Chen Die'er's body was built for him by a strong man from the ancient times. It is a war puppet that relies on the power of the soul. It is a war puppet second only to the universe level.
This kind of war puppet may not be comparable to the cosmic level in terms of combat power, or even the prehistoric level, but this kind of war puppet can already live forever.
It is eternal life in the true sense.
Your body and soul are all controlled by yourself, without any other power to control them.
Break out of the constraints of the endless avenue, escape the limitations of the long river of time.
Even though their power may have declined, this kind of unrestrained immortality is the pursuit of those who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the world.
"Since you know, then you shouldn't come." The female cultivator said with a cold voice, raised her hand, and the endless moonlight enveloped Han Muye's figure.
In an instant, Han Muye's body was frozen by the moonlight that looked gentle but contained an icy coldness.
"You should know that you are seeking death by disturbing an extraordinary person who is about to enter the realm of eternal life." The female cultivator whispered coldly, turned around and walked back.
She has absolute confidence in how powerful her magical powers are.
But the moment she lifted her steps, she suddenly trembled.
A hand pressed on her shoulder and then clasped her neck.