This is a sharp edge that cannot be blocked by anything in the world, cutting across the boundless heaven and earth.
The sword light is as bright as the stars thousands of miles away, and a moment is eternity.
The sword light flew down, and with a slight spin, it chopped open the head of the purple golden crow in front of it.
The body of the golden crow that enveloped the world was shattered inch by inch.
The sword light turned around and fell back into the sword box behind Han Muye.
After this sword, I don’t know how long it will take to warm up before it can be used.
Such a sword should not be something he can wield now.
"This is the Sword God Lu Yue..." Master Mu Yue stared at the trace of sword light that Han Muye withdrew, and the expression on his face changed, as if he remembered something terrible.
Lu Zixu on the side also looked solemn, with awe flashing in his eyes.
The sword god back then, with one man and one sword, swept across the Galaxy God Realm.
What kind of sword is this that can actually crush the extremely powerful Golden Crow in front of him?
"boom--"
Ahead, everything seems to be crumbling.
Be it the ninety-nine golden crows or the purple chains.
And the entire huge city in front is crumbling.
Then, all the scenes disappeared and turned into a dark purple flame halo.
The purple halo rotates, and a mysterious stream of light shines through it.
The extremely powerful purple golden crow and the city are all just a dream.
There are such methods in the world, and just illusions can suppress so many strong people from raising their heads.
How strong is the foundation of Ziyang City?
"rush--"
Not far away, there was a low shout, and five flying boats rushed into the halo.
The halo vibrated and slowly turned into an illusion.
"That's the passage to Ziyang City!" Lu Zixu whispered.
Han Muye did not respond to him.
Because at this time, Han Muye had already taken a step forward and crashed into the halo.
The others rushed over without hesitation.
Cultivation emphasizes opportunities and competition.
At this time, the passage to Ziyang City is ahead. If we don't fight for it, we will regret it in this life.
When Zhi Tianhuan and everyone else flew into the halo, the halo was already faint and invisible.
A figure appeared in the void.
Wearing a green robe and a long beard, his eyes flashed with divine light.
If Han Muye were here, he would definitely recognize this as the mysterious strong man who condensed Xia Ruzhe's soul into a small ball.
"It can actually break the void reflection of Ziyang City."
"Such methods were difficult to find in ancient times..."
The old man looked at the thin circle of light in front of him, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
"Master, you hid Ziyang City rather than hand it over to us disciples, but you didn't expect that we also have a way to enter Ziyang City."
With a chuckle, the old man moved and rushed into the light.
After he entered, the halo of light finally dissipated.
…
After Han Muye flew into the halo, he stood still in just a moment.
In front of him was a void of sky and earth filled with flames.
In the distance, a large city supported by chains by ninety-nine golden crows was quietly suspended.
That is the real Ziyang City.
Behind him, Haotian Golden Crow, Hun Chaos and others flew down.
"boom--"
Ahead, five airships have rushed outside the purple city.
A suspended golden crow opened its mouth and spit out a ball of golden flames.
Golden Crow Divine Flame.
The flames hit it and exploded directly.
The void with a radius of hundreds of miles instantly turned into a sea of fire.
The five airships seemed to have responded early, and five water curtains rose to resist the flames.
The flying boats scattered in five directions.
"This is the power of rules."
"On top of the five flying boats, there are cosmic-level water-vein treasures." Master Muyue looked solemn.
"Except for the power of rules, this kind of flame power can't be suppressed at all."
If you can't suppress it, you won't be able to get through.
If you can't get through and enter Ziyang City, what treasures are there?
"This is indeed the power of the Golden Crow."
At this time, Haotian Golden Crow had calmed down the agitated mind before, and his eyes fell into the distance.
His eyes narrowed, and a flame appeared on his body.
"Perhaps, to enter Ziyang City, we can use the power of blood."
With that said, he flew forward and a light wing spread out behind him.
Dragging a long golden knife in his hand, the Haotian Golden Crow looks like the God of Fire.
Flame to flame.
The golden divine flame collided with the flame with purple halo in front, shattered directly, and was then swallowed up.
The Haotian Golden Crow roared loudly, the flames on its body burst out, and a sea of fire surrounded the area.
Even if he was swallowed up by the opponent's flames, he didn't care about his own divine flames and sent them straight forward.
Swallow, let you swallow.
Seeing this scene, Han Muye raised his hand.
A long sword appeared in his hand.
On the black sword body, thin golden lines lit up.
The Sword of the True Spirit, a universe-level warrior with more than ninety-nine divine marks.
This is the sword transformed from Han Muye's true spiritual bone. Until now, he has been unable to inspire it to the extreme.
This time, after the ninety-nine divine patterns lit up, all the divine patterns contained in the sword seemed to be activated, and the sword was shining brightly, no longer as black as before.
"boom--"
The sword light shines straight for thousands of feet, matching the divine flames of the Golden Crow on the Haotian Golden Crow in front.
The golden crow flame that devoured the divine flames vibrated, as if extremely excited.
The sea of fire transformed by Haotian's Golden Crow Divine Flame is constantly stirring and surging.
At this moment, the endless streams of light collided, making the entire Ziyang City light up.
The power of Han Muye's Golden Crow bloodline is even stronger than the Haotian Golden Crow!
With the blessing of his bloodline power, the Golden Crow bloodline in Ziyang City was finally activated.
Haotian Golden Crow walked forward step by step, and the flames around it were transported forward like food.
"I'm late..."
Whispering in the air, the blood power of the Haotian Golden Crow continued to burst out.
The ninety-nine golden crows in front of them all opened their eyes and flapped their wings slowly.
A trace of golden blood light gathered from each Golden Crow, and then condensed into a golden stone step in front of the Haotian Golden Crow.
Haotian Golden Crow looked at the stone steps in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and slowly turned his head.
"You go ahead."
"I won't go in."
"For me, the inheritance of these seniors is enough."
The inheritance of the ninety-nine golden crows from ancient times.
This is indeed a rare opportunity in the world.
This opportunity can only be obtained by the blood of the Golden Crow clan.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Han Muye nodded, put away the True Spirit Sword, stepped forward, landed on the stone steps, and rushed into the Ziyang City ahead.
The others looked at each other, bowed to the Haotian Golden Crow, and then also stepped onto the stone steps.
Everyone stepped onto the stone steps and their figures disappeared.
The Haotian Golden Crow stood where it was, with a calm expression.
For a moment, he raised his head and looked into the void ahead.
"You won't go in?"
"If we really don't want to go in, I will remove the steps."
He raised his hand and spoke softly.
As his voice fell, several figures appeared in the void ahead.
Among them were the old man who appeared in the light curtain before, and several figures whose bodies were shrouded in virtual light, making it impossible to see through the appearance of their bodies.
When several of them saw the old man, they all stepped back slightly.
"Since my little friend is so generous, I will also be generous." The old man looked at the Haotian Golden Crow in front of him with a calm expression and waved his hand: "You can all enter Ziyang City, but whether it is an opportunity or a danger, it depends on you.
Already."
After saying that, he looked at the Haotian Golden Crow, chuckled and nodded, and then disappeared with a movement of his body.
Others also quickly climbed up the stone steps.
Haotian Golden Crow watched everyone leave, the golden divine flames in his eyes beating, and finally they all fell silent.
His body also disappeared from where it was.
Disappearing with him were the steps in front and the Golden Crow figures around him.
…
Ziyang City.
Han Muye fell into a dark city, with no light around him.
This darkness is in contrast to the ninety-nine golden crows dragging and shining purple light outside the city.
"Shine outside, but darkness remains inside." Han Muye whispered as he stepped on the loose soil under his feet.
This Ziyang City has a burning emptiness.
"boom--"
Ahead, there was a roaring and exploding sound.
It seems that the practitioners on the five flying boats took action.
Han Muye was not in a hurry.
The relics in Ziyang City are so good, it is impossible that they have not been taken away for so many years.
"call out--"
There was a sharp roar, and a golden arrow ten feet long penetrated the void.
Accompanied by angry shouts and wailing.
Han Muye could see that the arrow was extraordinary.
It is clearly a long arrow carrying the power of divine flames.
He also knows how to combine the Golden Crow Divine Flame with weapons.
The weapon refining method of the Golden Crow clan.
Of course, there is still the breath of true spiritual bone in this arrow.
At least one strong man from the Golden Crow tribe dedicated his true spirit.
Why are there so many Golden Crows in Ziyang City?
Were they plundered from the wilderness, or were they already here?
Who is Xu Ziyang?
Han Muye moved forward and finally saw the figures gathered around a tall altar in front of him.
At least a thousand people gathered outside the tall altar, and their auras matched those of the war puppets around them.
At least half of these people are strong men at or above the Saint level, and the rest are also highly skilled, none below the ninth level.
I don’t know if these people are all from Linglong City, or if there is a coalition of forces from several parties.
"boom--"
A ray of golden sword light slashed down, sending a prehistoric war puppet flying.
In front of the altar, four golden war puppets held various weapons in their hands, and their aura was overwhelming.
The golden war puppet waved his long sword, and the supporting war puppet on the side held a large bow. The long bow was full of moon, and the arrows in it were already lit up.
On the other side, there is a war puppet holding a spear, and the tip of the spear is cold. The war puppet beside him is holding a big sword. The big sword is held in front of him, and his momentum is condensed.
"Bang——"
Another long arrow shot out.
The moment the arrow was shot, it exploded ten feet away, turning into thousands of arrows, and then shattered the space thousands of feet in front of him.
Flames soared into the sky, and the area within a thousand feet was filled with illusion.
"kill."
The sword-wielding warrior took one step forward, rushed into the illusory flames, and cut the heaven and earth apart with one cut after another.
Unstoppable, totally unstoppable.
The surrounding space was swept by the blade. No matter whether it was a god-level strongman or a prehistoric level warrior, they could not withstand this blade.
Originally, the thousands of strong men quickly retreated, but they also suffered a lot of losses. Each of them looked pale and looked at each other with solemn expressions.
"Chong, we must get the Ziyang Cauldron today."
Someone not far away shouted, and then a series of green figures rushed out, followed by three ancient war puppets.
The war puppets cooperated with each other and rushed through the illusory flames in front of them in a few flashes. Then they raised their hands and struck down the golden war puppet holding the big bow on its head.
"Bang——"
The charging process of this war puppet was interrupted, golden light came out from his body, and his long bow was raised to block the shadow of the fist hitting his head.
The war puppet holding the war gun on the other side snorted coldly, and the war gun suddenly thrust out.
"Stab-"
With a sound like a piece of cloth being torn apart in the void, all three prehistoric level war puppets were knocked away.
The prehistoric level war puppet's defense was already extremely strong. Although his body was not damaged in this attack, his strength was suppressed.
"Bind."
It seems that the methods of these four war puppets have been understood. The cultivator behind did not hesitate, and a large gray net fell towards the war puppets' hood.
The body of this war puppet was covered by a light net, and the spear in his hand was thrust forward, but it seemed to be struggling in the quagmire.
"Work harder." Someone shouted, and then a silver war puppet rushed out holding a golden sledgehammer.
The strength of this war puppet has surpassed the ordinary prehistoric level, and its agility is remarkable.
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the altar.
On the top of the altar, there is a large golden cauldron about three feet high.
The cauldron was surrounded by fiery red streaks of light, and in front of the cauldron, a flame rose.
The purple flame carried an irrepressible heat wave, spreading to the surroundings layer by layer, and then was blocked again.
That space is distorted.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.
What kind of power can make that space both real and distorted?
This is a real blocked space.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the big cauldron on top of the altar.
The divine flames and divine patterns on the cauldron gave him a sense of déjà vu.
"The divine pattern of the Golden Crow Clan?"
The power of divine patterns is the top power in the prehistoric inheritance.
Only a strong bloodline can condense divine patterns.
Xu Ziyang, is he really of the bloodline of ancient beasts?
"boom--"
The war puppet holding the spear was shrouded in a net of light, and was pulled by hundreds of practitioners. His feet were a little unsteady, and his body was turbulent. Taking this opportunity, the silver war puppet was struck out with a hammer.
The hammer hit the golden-armored war puppet's shoulder, causing the 100-foot-tall war puppet to stagger on its legs and almost fall down.
It's just that the body of this war puppet is suppressed by the palms deep behind it.
The golden war puppet holding a big sword stretched out his hand, grabbed the shrouded light net with his palm, and just pulled it casually.
"Stab-"
All the light nets collapsed, and the hundreds of practitioners involved in the light nets all vomited blood and retreated.
The armor holding the sword raised his hand, the sword in his palm was raised, and a stream of light flashed on it.
"boom--"
With a slash of the sword, the body of the silver war puppet holding the war hammer retreated continuously, its feet were floating, and then its legs weakened and fell to the ground.
A clear long sword pressed against the silver war puppet's shoulder.
"Yinyue, betrayed Ziyang City and disturbed the Lord's dormancy. Is this what you did?"
"Don't you always want freedom? I'll give it to you."
The golden war puppet whispered in his mouth, his voice shook, and he raised his long sword and slashed it down.
But this sword did not hit the silver war puppet's head, but collided with an icy sword blade.
The cold sword light shattered and then turned into ice mist, freezing the golden war puppet who drew the sword from the blade to the body, inch by inch.
"Lingyao, you haven't thought that I'm still alive, have you?"
A figure appeared behind the silver war puppet, wearing a black robe and a cold expression.