852, The source is stable, so what about calamity?
People from the plane of heaven.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the figure walking out of the Tianmen.
The origin is perfect.
It is not the perfection of the Great Way that practitioners in this universe strive for all their lives, but the perfection of the original source when they are born.
This is the benefit of the upper planes.
What is ordinary in some people is the end that others seek in this life.
For a practitioner in this dimension to pursue for a lifetime and reach the pinnacle level, it is just a matter of reaching the perfection of the great path.
"Haha, the road is perfect..." Nielong also cast his gaze on that figure, with a hint of disappointment on his face.
"From the ancient times to the level of overlord, I have gone through a total of 3,120 transformations, and experienced countless devouring and fighting."
"It took me fifty million years to cultivate my original power to a perfect level."
Nielong was the overlord of the prehistoric era. He had gone through endless hardships to achieve his current level of fighting power.
But in the entire plane and the universe, how many overlord-level experts are there?
"Don't be jealous of the fact that I was born with a perfect origin in the Celestial Plane. The Celestial Plane was originally just like you incomplete planes. It was the ancestors who fought hard and fought hard for generations to become what we are today."
The young man outside the Tianmen seemed to have heard the evil dragon's whisper, with a bit of a smile on his face: "Why can your one practice be worth the hardships of my ancestors in the Heavenly Plane?"
After the young man said this, he shook his head and raised his hand to collect the falling dzi beads.
A powerful man in this plane was killed by the Tianmen guards and turned into a Dzi Bead.
The quality of these Dzi beads are basically of the first grade, and they are also top-notch treasures in the plane of heaven.
It's just that the gate of heaven is not always open, and there are rare times of great harvest.
The smile on the young man's face became even bigger, and he reached out his hand to grab the hundreds of first-grade Dzi beads that were attracted to him.
Although the duty of guarding Tianmen for thousands of years is boring, who would have thought that such an opportunity would come?
The opportunity to harvest comes only once in countless years.
At this time, in the pillar of light hanging in the sky, those powerful people who stepped into it could only be surrounded and killed by lightning.
So what if they were once the top experts in the universe?
So what if they are super first-grade celestial monsters?
The king of the Canaanites is no harder than a piece of tissue paper.
The sword in the guard's hand at the Tianmen Gate shone brightly, causing the lightning to scatter, and each strike could shatter several bodies.
In the pillar of light, those strong men who were originally contented with their ambitions now seemed like bereft dogs.
"Haha, what kind of opportunity comes at what price? When can you get something for nothing in this world?" Nie Long hung peacefully on the stone pillar, with a trace of emotion on his face.
The figures on the stone pillars all had silent expressions on their faces.
They have seen this scene too many times today.
Even, weren't they once one of these people?
The Dzi beads were scattered, and the young man in front of the Tianmen had a smile on his face.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the gathered dzi beads suddenly shook and then scattered in all directions.
Below, Han Muye pressed his palms on the altar, his body shining with golden light.
The rays of spiritual light shone through, causing the divine patterns on the altar to turmoil, turning into a swirling and intertwined force.
"Control the altar..."
"How is it possible? No one has been able to control the Heaven Altar since it was built!"
"Here, who can tell me how the Heaven Altar can be controlled?"
Countless exclamations came from the square stone pillar.
At this time, Han Muye poured all his strength into his body, struggling to gather the golden divine light one after another, and then turned it into a series of light gates.
These light doors hit the sky-high light pillar.
"Ten breaths, it's up to you whether you can survive or not."
His voice was hoarse and weak.
Buy ten breaths of time for those practitioners who are trapped in the pillar of light.
In the pillar of light, those practitioners who were already desperate rushed out in panic.
The road to the sky was actually broken open, and countless strong men from all sides fled.
"Looking for death." The young man in front of the light gate's face darkened.
"After the altar was built back then, it has reached a contract with my plane of heaven. The road to heaven is a matter of life and death. Today you are breaking the rules."
The young man stared at Han Muye, with murderous intent surging on his face.
"Heavenly Guard, kill him."
He shouted lowly, and the group of warriors with a hundred golden armors behind him rushed out.
The bright light of the sword triggered thunder and struck Han Muye head-on.
"Line up." Huang Zhihu did not hesitate, activating the battle formation composed of elites behind him and rushing towards the golden-armored generals.
But the warrior at the head just waved his long sword in his hand, and a cyan sword curtain blocked all the space in front of him.
This is the origin of perfection and the power of the rules of the great road in this aspect.
Innate crushing.
It makes no sense.
The sword array that could fight the overlord could only retreat under the light of this sword.
"boom--"
The battle formation composed of 30,000 elites was forced back with a single blow, and everyone turned pale.
Only Huang Zhihu clenched his sword, let out a long roar, and flew forward.
If he wants to kill her adoptive father, he must kill her first.
"This girl is pretty good." On a stone pillar, a woman wearing a green robe showed a slight smile on her face.
Han Muye put one hand on the altar and looked up at the sky.
Heavenly Guard.
The war puppets of Galaxy Universe were born out of these heavenly guards.
Each heavenly guard has the power of perfect origin and controls the power of rules.
Moreover, these heavenly guards still possess the power of thunder and are blessed by the power of one dimension.
"boom--"
The thunder struck down directly above Han Muye's head and turned into a pillar of thunder light.
The domineering aura emanating from this beam of light is terrifying.
This is the power of thunder that can shatter a galaxy!
This is a rule transformed by thunder, which can span the long river of time without being destroyed!
"Is this kid okay?" There was a trace of hesitation on Canglong's face, and he turned to look at Nielong.
"You are not a good practitioner of the Way of Thunder. Can you come to the rescue?"
Phoenix on the side spoke.
The Way of Thunder is well cultivated.
Nielong cast his gaze in the direction of Han Muye.
I have cultivated the Thunder Way quite well, but compared to that kid, I am still far behind, right?
Nie Long snorted and turned his head.
He was too lazy to look.
Phoenix sighed softly.
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In the distance, the scattered strong men from all sides had complicated expressions as they looked at the lightning that struck Han Muye's head.
They were rescued by Han Muye, but they did not dare to rescue Han Muye.
They cannot stop this perfect thunder.
Many people turned their heads in shame.
"boom--"
The lightning fell on Han Muye.
The intertwining streams of light shone and enveloped Han Muye's body.
Outside the Tianmen, a sneer appeared on the young man's face.
"This is disobedience——"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze.
Below, wrapped in thunder, a huge body slowly condensed.
That's a cow.
Unicorn.
Golden body.
Covered with thunder marks.
"The body of Kui Niu!"
"Fuck, this guy is blessed with the power of the thunder beast!"
There were exclamations of surprise from the surrounding stone pillars.
I thought Han Muye was really destined to die, but I didn't expect that he had the body of thunder.
Kui Niu, this is the thunder beast.
If the thunder beast was struck to death by lightning, wouldn't the rules of the world have to be changed?
Endless thunder light now crisscrossed Kui Niu's body, and then turned into thunder patterns.
The body of Kui Niu is visibly solid to the naked eye.
Han Muye slowly stood up, and the Kui Niu also raised its head.
"Roar--"
He took one step forward and flew up.
The thunder wrapped around his body continued to shine, and as he punched out, it turned into cascading mountains.
The group of Tianmen guards holding long swords in mid-air did not hesitate and drew their swords directly.
The mountains were chopped into pieces, but the thunder transformed by the mountains scattered in all directions, making the bodies of these heavenly guards tremble slightly.
The lightning in Han Muye's hand continued, and every punch revealed endless thunder.
At this moment, all the thunder power that had been dormant in him was activated.
Because just now, his way of thunder has been perfected.
The origin is perfect.
"Arrogant." The young man above the sky and outside the Tianmen shouted.
All the bodies of the heavenly guards intertwined and turned into a battle formation.
The shadow of an eight-winged god general appeared.
In the god general's hand, a long-handled sword glowed with a dark, cold light.
The moment the warrior's phantom appeared, all the divine light on the billion-mile altar was suppressed.
"Be careful, this is the Huntian Divine General formed by the Cangtian Plane specifically to suppress this plane."
"The power of these puppet generals is to gather together the heaven and earth to measure calamity."
shouted an old man chained to a stone pillar.
Measure calamity.
This was the first time that Han Muye felt that besides him, there was someone else controlling the power of calamity.
Why can this warrior's shadow control the power of calamity?
"Measure the calamity..." Han Muye's eyes flashed.
He thought of something.
Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, and the endless source of power surged through his body.
He wanted to confirm his thoughts.
Go against the will of heaven!
Everyone looked at Han Muye who was climbing up into the sky with solemn expressions.
Especially those strong men on the stone pillars, their eyes were shining brightly.
They stationed themselves at the altar and faced off against the strong men from the Cangtian plane. The Cangtian plane also used the means of the heavenly guards to suppress this plane.
The Cangtian plane is an upper plane, and there are too many lower planes suppressed. It would be good to have a team of heavenly guards stationed here.
The methods of the Heavenly Guard are tyrannical, and they have the power of origin and calamity.
Over the years, countless powerful men on the Altar of Heaven have died at the hands of the Heavenly Guard.
"Hey, calamity has always been a knife hanging above our heads. Even the most powerful people cannot escape." Golden light flashed in Phoenix's eyes, and flames rose from his body.
These overlord-level strong men are not afraid of calamity, but they do not dare to have the power of calamity poured into their bodies.
What's more, how many overlords are there in a universe?
"In the face of calamity, is this kid really fearless, or..." Cang Long murmured as he looked at Han Muye's figure soaring into the sky.
At this time, those strong men who had escaped from the Road to Heaven looked at Han Muye with twinkling eyes.
They don't have such strength, nor do they have such courage.
Today, although they have gained a lot, their cultivation has improved a lot, and they can even have perfect origins, they are still far behind compared to Han Muye.
This is not a gap in cultivation strength, but a gap in will.
"I hope you don't die..." An old man with a white beard whispered softly, with a complicated expression.
Huang Zhihu held a long sword and gritted his teeth as he watched Han Muye soar into the sky.
The 30,000 elites stood behind them, and there seemed to be flames gushing out of their eyes.
At this moment, they felt deeply.
Even if you are an elder and a strong person, you can't help yourself in today's situation.
There is only one person who is willing to take action and dares to take action.
“Isn’t the purpose of practicing cultivation in this life to be such a person?”
“What’s the use of practicing if you can’t be happy after practicing for a lifetime?”
"Measuring calamity? It's just life and death..."
Perhaps, only these elites of the younger generation have edges and corners in their bodies and have the will to fight.
Others may no longer have such enthusiasm.
"Buzz——"
Above the sky, the warrior's shadow was photographed with one palm.
A gray whirlwind formed instantly and enveloped Han Muye.
This power was so strange that as soon as it appeared, it immediately covered Han Muye.
"That's the power of measuring calamity. You must not--" Nie Long's eyes widened and he let out a low cry.
But before he could finish speaking, he could already see streaks of gray dragon-like power pouring into Han Muye's body.
"It's over..."
This is what everyone thinks.
Measurement calamity can only be avoided or resisted.
It's just that there are very few means in the world that can withstand calamity.
Once the power of calamity enters the body, there is no possibility of escape.
"Buzz——"
A roar came from Han Muye's body.
A long sword appeared.
A hundred-foot sword light floated above his head, revealing layers of cloud patterns.
"The way of sword makes you a hegemon?" A slight smile appeared on the face of the young man outside Tianmen.
"With this kind of strength, if you just walk through the Tianmen obediently, you might really be able to enter my heavenly plane."
"If you had been willing to worship me as your master just now, you might have saved your life, but it's a pity."
pity.
The power of calamity has entered the body, and there is no chance.
There was silence above the altar.
Everyone looked at Han Muye who was filled with gray aura.
Maybe, he can hold on for one breath or ten breaths, but he will eventually turn into nothingness under the power of calamity.
At this time, Han Muye closed his eyes.
The gray power of calamity flowed through his body.
If he hadn't controlled a trace of calamity power before, his body would probably have collapsed by now.
This time, he finally understood what the power of calamity was.
The origin of this universe is incomplete.
The missing part turned into nothingness, supporting the heaven and earth.
This is calamity measurement.
Calamity means that the power of nothingness slowly expands and eventually sweeps across the entire plane.
There are two ways to break through calamity.
One, to supplement the missing original power.
This is difficult.
Because no one knows what kind of power and original rules are missing.
The second method is to bring the other party’s origin and perfect heaven and earth into harmony.
The reason why this dimension did not collapse and did not dissipate in the calamity was because it was suppressed by the place where all realms compete.
The Altar of Heaven suppresses the place where all realms compete, making it full of origins, operating again and again, and then reunited after it collapsed.
The Land of Ten Thousand Domains is about suppressing the entire plane, so that even if the power of calamity engulfs the heaven, earth and universe, it will be restored again.
It's the ruins.
This was what Master Jiuxuan Peak did when he entered the Cangtian Plane.
Cut off a corner of the sky plane and turn it into a place where all realms compete.
"No wonder the Sword God Lu Yue went to the Cangtian Plane and cut down the world. Wasn't it him?"
Han Muye whispered softly and opened his closed eyes.
At this moment, all the power of calamity in his body suddenly shook, like clouds and mist billowing!
His origin is so stable that even the power of calamity cannot stop it!