893, Establish the prehistoric plane and suppress all rebellion!
The Pantian plane will not give time to prehistoric times!
The prehistoric people who have an original core but do not have enough power will still be sucked up by the Pantian plane and turned into its nourishment!
Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and he raised the sword in his hand again.
Now that he has decided, he will do it.
The prehistoric return to the plane!
The prehistoric universe has collapsed long ago, and now only the Ruin Realm is left. How can we return to the true plane?
However, since there is no plane in the prehistoric times, and there is no plane will, it is impossible to resist the extraction of the source of the Pantian plane at this time.
The result today is that either the origin of the ancient world will be sucked out and completely collapse, or the world will be reshaped and transformed into a single plane.
Han Muye is strong enough to leave at this time, but his original roots have been scattered and there is absolutely no way he can be retained.
But if he leaves directly and the wilderness collapses, both Zhu Rong Gonggong and those human races will be destroyed as the world collapses, and other divine beasts will no longer be able to survive.
The collapse of the Great Desolate World is just a trigger, which will trigger the collapse of the entire Ruin Realm at the bottom of the abyss.
The Xu Realm is the foundation of the entire prehistoric world and the final survival of all inheritances.
Without the Ruins Realm, the entire world would turn into nothing.
In the end, calamity occurred, sweeping through countless heavens and earth, and rolling back the divine world.
Not only that, the Pantian plane that has absorbed all the origins of the ancient world may not necessarily give up, but may continue to destroy the entire universe.
Therefore, for Han Muye, even if he could leave now, it would not mean much. If he left now, the future would be even more difficult.
In this case, it's better to give it a try.
Reshape the plane.
Let Honghuang have enough strength to fight against the Pantian plane!
On the long sword in his hand, the sword light shining in the sky shines.
The sword light this time was stronger and more dazzling than the previous infusion of the source of the great wasteland.
This sword is more dignified than the power that just triggered the origin of the ancient world to become the core of the plane.
The sword is in hand, and the blood is burning.
Han Muye hasn't felt like this for a long time.
Cultivation is really about making yourself feel again and again that you are still alive and can still have desperate moments.
"boom--"
The body of his giant avatar in the Pantian plane turned into a thousand feet, endless divine light appeared on the body, and the divine patterns turned into interweaving streams of light.
The True Spirit Sword in his hand also turned into ten thousand feet, and divine patterns emerged, converging from the top of the sword body to the outside of the sword body.
"cut!"
The long sword swung towards the sky!
Above the sky, endless fragments appeared.
With one slash of the sword, the world collapsed into pieces.
Is this going to crush the prehistoric world?
All the mythical beasts raised their heads and looked at this scene.
Shatter the prehistoric world and then leave the prehistoric world?
If Han Muye left to break the prehistoric world, what is the difference between him and the people from the Divine Origin Heavenly Palace just now?
"Honghuang is coming to an end..."
In the void, there was a lost whisper.
The world is shattered, the origin is scattered, and powerful planes absorb the origin. What else can save this situation?
"After all, it's impossible." Phoenix lowered his head in despair.
What other power can save the current prehistoric times?
Not even Honghuang himself can.
The next moment, from outside the sky, there was a surge of heaven and earth power pouring in.
It was a flame that was more dignified and intense than the wilderness.
The flames tore apart the heaven and the earth and hit directly between the primitive world and the earth.
"Master Han." A voice came from the void.
"Han Jianxian."
"Senior brother."
One after another figures stepped in from the void.
mythical beast.
Practitioner.
The God-Slaying War Puppet, Mu Wan, the Chaos Divine Beast.
Countless mythical beasts and practitioners who stepped into Kunwu from the wilderness appeared in the wilderness.
"This is the prehistoric era..."
"Haha, if I return to the ancient times, my Kunwu divine beast will also return to the ancient times!"
There were cheers one after another.
Kunwu.
Due to the destruction of the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, an existence retreated to the last place of the Great Desolate inheritance.
That is Kunwu, the last corner of the ancient world, the place of abandonment.
Kunwu, return to the prehistoric times.
In the void, the original scattered source power was attracted by this power and turned into vortexes.
Kunwu, there is a real prehistoric era!
The Honghuang Ruins Realm and the Great Desolate Ruins Realm are both worlds that have disappeared in the long river of time. Only Kunwu is the real world.
Kunwu's integration is to break through the long river of time and merge with the ancient times.
The power of heaven and earth changes from virtuality to substance.
At this moment, the heaven and earth shook, and the entire prehistoric universe began to stir.
Whether it is divine light or fairy light, whether it is spiritual light or magic light, there is no difference.
From now on, there is only one power between heaven and earth, the source!
Kunwu used the power of one world as the foundation to become the center of the prehistoric universe, and with the help of the origin of the entire prehistoric world, he transformed into a plane again!
Even if the current prehistoric plane is only one billionth of its former size, this is also the beginning of the core of the plane.
Taking the core of the ancient origin as the fulcrum, it leverages the entire world, countless worlds, and countless universes to overlap, and finally turns into a powerful plane.
Countless creatures looked at the source that was slowly restrained in front of them, and their faces showed confusion for a moment.
Guide Kunwu, reunite the origin, and reshape the plane!
I had never dared to think of such a thing before.
Can such a thing really exist in the world?
You must know that the reshaping of heaven and earth means that the creatures of the ancient world have also changed from virtual to real. They are no longer the creatures of the ancient ruins, but real creatures!
This gives life to endless creatures!
"Prehistoric, plane." Not far away, the tall Canglong whispered softly.
This is something I have never thought about before, nor dared to think about.
"Master Han, reshaped the heaven and earth, reshaped the ancient plane." Those already desperate divine beasts looked at Han Muye, with complexity in their eyes.
"boom--"
Between heaven and earth, the origin is reshaped, wind, fire, clouds and thunder are determined, and the five elements are determined!
"Everyone, the origin needs to be controlled, and the heaven and earth need order. Whether the prehistoric era can truly get rid of the swallowing of the Pantian plane requires your participation."
Han Muye took one step forward, his body shining with divine light.
He held the sword in his hand and flew towards the altar in front of him.
At this time, the power of the Pantian Altar has been activated, and even Han Muye's power cannot completely suppress it.
He slashed out the long sword in his hand, and all the power on the sword's edge merged with his own, causing the surrounding prehistoric power to converge and offset it.
Still not enough.
"Fire." Zhu Rong shouted, and the golden armor warrior behind his figure turned into a golden flame, covering the sky and the sun, and then dissipated between the sky and the earth.
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The original power of fire in the ancient plane vibrated and poured into the sword in Han Muye's hand.
Zhu Rong, the overlord of the Fire Source lineage, dedicated all his original power and poured it into the sword in Han Muye's hand, which was his body.
Without his original power, Zhu Rong's face turned pale and his figure dropped.
"Master Han, Gonggong is willing to help you." Gonggong shouted, and his body dissipated, turning into endless water vapor, rushing towards the sword in Han Muye's hand.
He was originally Han Muye who condensed his body with the power of water veins. At this time, his true origin was revealed and he dissipated directly between heaven and earth.
Blessed by the power of water and fire, the sword in Han Muye's hand was even heavier.
"Haha, since today's prehistoric era is already our prehistoric world, it is worth it to become a part of the origin." Kunpeng laughed loudly, his body turned into thousands of miles, hit the altar with his head, turned into the light of wind and thunder, and Han Peng
Makino's sword combination.
At this time, the souls of the divine beasts at the bottom of Muta Lake rushed forward without hesitation, devoting their original power.
Canglong and Phoenix, who had obtained an original body, looked at each other, disappeared, and rushed towards the sword in Han Muye's hand.
At this time, Han Muye's true spirit body became the carrier of the origin of all prehistoric times, continuously condensing and turning into billions of heavy weights, pressing toward the altar below.
The altar shook, and the divine light inside began to feel blocked.
Han Muye slowly pressed down the sword in his hand, even if there was endless power to block it, he did not hesitate.
Sword light, move forward firmly.
At this moment, the sword in his hand was not his own.
This sword is the aggregation of all the powers of the strongest creatures in the prehistoric universe and the prehistoric plane.
"boom--"
The long sword penetrated everything and pierced the altar.
The divine light on the altar could not withstand the long sword, and was directly pierced by the ten thousand feet long sword.
The divine light above the altar turned into chains, locking the sword body.
The long sword suppresses the Pantian Altar, and the power of the altar seals the long sword.
At the last moment when the power of absorption from the Pantian plane subsided, it expanded and sucked the long sword in Han Muye's hand directly into it, disappearing into the illusory space.
The altar turned into gray, with mottled cracks on it.
Han Muye's body slowly condensed from ten thousand feet, to a thousand feet, to a hundred feet, and then to nine feet.
Landing on the altar, Han Muye showed a complex look on his face.
At the moment when the power of the altar came back and sealed his body, he divided his soul, leaving only a trace in his body, while the rest was condensed into his current clone.
The main body has its own cultivation level, plus the blessings of countless divine beasts in the wild, but it was blocked and turned into an ordinary sword, flying to the plane of Pantian.
Now his clone has merged with the power of the ancient world because of the original power that inspired the ancient world.
Now, as long as he completely refines his own strength, he can return to the peak of this body.
Ahead, although the Pantian Altar has been shattered to the limit, there is still a trace of the original devouring power emanating from it.
Han Muye slowly sat cross-legged, and the original power from his body spread out, suppressing the entire altar.
"Master Han."
"Senior brother."
"Master Han."
"Master Han."
One after another, figures flew down and looked at Han Muye.
The aura on Han Muye's body slowly vibrated, and his eyes swept over him.
"Let Sixth Brother recruit Zhihu to return from the Canaan universe, and first lead the army to sweep across the prehistoric plane."
There was a hint of irresistible majesty in Han Muye's voice.
The blessing of the power of heaven and earth, and the aggregation of his own original power, gave him the strongest original power in the world.
"Zhu Rong, build the Fire Source Divine Court, using the origin of the prehistoric world as a totem, and all the mythical beasts will be driven by the Divine Court."
"After today, the prehistoric plane will reunite and annex all the world. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed."
Orders came out one after another, and Han Muye's aura surged.
This is a scene where the blood and original power of a body are constantly being refined, triggering strange phenomena in the surrounding world.
The water on Muta Lake stirred, and the Pantian Altar slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.
In the wilderness, the remaining divine beasts slowly dispersed, and the human army gathered.
In a hundred years, the entire prehistoric era, with the help of powerful people from all sides, established a divine court dominated by the human race.
Many of the reincarnated souls of divine beasts have become strong men among the human race, responsible for leading armies to guard one side.
Due to the gathering of origins, there are more and more mythical beasts, and eighteen armies of mythical beasts and warriors have been formed in the Divine Court.
Each cavalry army has 100,000 soldiers.
This is an army formed with mythical beasts as warriors. The combat power of each army is such that even the original overlord can shake it.
The leader of these eighteen war horses is Huang Zhihu who returned from the Canaan universe.
She returned from the Canaan universe and formed three legions with the help of Han Muye's armor and puppets.
The first party is the three million sword cultivators of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Everyone has a cultivation level of at least the Immortal Lord Realm, and there are also a lot of them who are at the Immortal Lord Realm.
With the original swords refined in the ancient times, these sword cultivators are extremely powerful and are the most powerful legion under Huang Zhihu.
The second battle group is an army of five million battle armors and puppets. It is based on the prehistoric and cosmic-level warrior armors. It is so powerful that even the divine beasts in the prehistoric world dare not face it directly.
The third force is the mythical beast warrior in the ancient world.
The Fire Source Divine Court also relied on the powerful forces of these three parties to suppress the entire prehistoric period.
For three hundred years, the prehistoric world has continued to swallow up all the worlds, the world it occupies has become wider and wider, and the origin of the world has become more and more powerful.
As long as those worlds that breed immortal gods are swallowed up by the wilderness, the combat power that the practitioners there can exert will be suppressed to the limit.
A fairy can only fly in the air with a sword.
In a place with stable origins like the Great Desolate World, practitioners from other worlds really don't have much fighting power.
However, as long as you surrender, practice in the ancient world, feel the original power added to your body, and truly master the power of heaven and earth, it will be completely incomparable to the weak and illusory power of the fairy spirits before.
No one is unwilling to practice in a world with original power.
Of course, except for the world of gods.
Zhoutian Divine Realm, and the Zhoutian battlefield behind it.
The divine world that had already departed from the ancient world never imagined that the ancient world would turn into a plane again.
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The origin of the ancient world will not accept them, and those rebellious beasts will only have the possibility of being devoured by the origin.
During the prehistoric army's campaign, the Zhoutian Divine Realm and the Zhoutian battlefield behind it formed a large army and retreated steadily.
Han Muye didn't care about this.
Over the past few hundred years, he has been sitting at the Pantian Altar, skillfully controlling his clones.
The power of Pantian's clone was so strong that even his soul power could not adapt to it for a while.
Fortunately, not only was his essence condensed, but he was slowly refining it, and his control over his power became more and more subtle.
Refining elixirs, refining weapons, and repairing swords.
He used the giant clone in the Pantian plane to train his body to be powerful, control the rough and rough body in subtle ways, and constantly tempered it to practice all the methods controlled by the main body again.
This kind of practice like a giant holding a needle allowed him to reach a subtle level of body strength, origin control, and even the movement of his soul.
This also enabled him to understand the power of the Pantian plane and control the original power to an extreme level.
Han Muye felt that if his clone had invaded Honghuang back then, Honghuang would have had absolutely no chance of resisting.
Five hundred years.
Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, opened his eyes.
His body moved and he stepped out of Muta Lake.
"Master Han, Master Zhihu's army is besieging the Shenyuan Palace of the Zhoutian Divine Realm. Please invite Master Han to go."
A big man in golden armor stood by the Muta Lake and spoke loudly.
Shenyuan Tiangong, it’s time to solve it!
Han Muye's eyes flashed with golden light and he pointed out.
"boom--"
In front of him, a golden passage appeared.
Space channel!
The origin of Honghuang was stable, and Han Muye directly tore open a space channel with one finger!