Tongtian Immortal Lord has always had a distant control over Han Muye.
The transmission method across time and space uses the method of Zhoutian formation to cause the intersection between the two sides and trigger the final collision of their respective powers.
The Zhoutian Formation is one of the means to reshape the world.
In addition to the transmission method, the integration of the dragon crocodile power directly combines the original power of qi and blood.
The more complete the integration, the more the source of power will converge.
If the aggregation of these two powers is just the physical body and the way of cultivation, then the method of combining with the master of Jiuxuan Peak really allowed Han Muye to identify with his own identity.
Han Muye is the master of Jiuxuan Peak.
Tongtian Immortal Lord is also the master of Jiuxuan Peak.
What’s the relationship between the two phases?
At this time, the body of Tongtian Immortal Lord turned into an illusory cloud and enveloped Han Muye's body. The dragon crocodile's head behind him swallowed Han Muye in one bite.
Above the entire altar, endless divine light began to explode and intersect.
Ye Mingtang and others standing in the distance could not stand firmly in front of this divine light.
"boom--"
A giant palm fell from the sky and struck towards the altar, but was directly shattered by the divine light on the altar.
A figure wearing black armor flew down, with a solemn expression on his face.
There was a vertical line between the eyebrows of this figure, and the original aura on his body was extremely stable. He held a long spear in his hand, and there was a cold feeling on the tip of the spear.
"I knew you people from ancient times would use tricks."
"I promised to submit to my plane of heaven, and now I have merged with my original origin."
The plane of heaven.
This gun-wielding figure turned out to be a person from the plane of heaven.
The aura on his body vibrated, and there were clouds of light floating above the army formation of the blue plane in the distance.
The cloud light seemed to weigh billions of dollars, pressing down towards the Shenyuan Heavenly Palace.
Countless palaces were shattered by this cloud light, and the creatures inside turned into energy and blood and their origins escaped.
The increase in the power of heaven and earth and the aggregation of the original power have allowed the divine crystals in the original divine world to be continuously purified and melted into pieces of blood stone.
Countless blood stones shattered again and returned to heaven and earth.
From the sky, a huge golden light pillar descended.
What was revealed in that pillar of light was the power of the sky plane.
Ye Mingtang, the master of the Shenyuan Tiangong Palace, fell outside the light beam with a complicated expression on his face.
Not only him, but also the other Zhoutian battlefield cultivators behind him, those strong men who had avoided calamity for countless years, were all standing outside the pillar of light at this time.
"For countless years, every time the great famine continued or was destroyed, we stayed out of it." A handsome young man wearing a golden robe and a golden hair crown shook his head and whispered softly.
A top powerful man has looked down upon everything in the world. Such changes in the world have little to do with them.
Hide in the Zhoutian battlefield and wait until the calamity is over.
This is what the strong people around me think.
"If I'm gone, it doesn't matter whether the prehistoric era is shattered or sinking, what does it have to do with me?" With a long laugh, a gray-haired old man stretched out his figure and flew towards the distance.
Only his body moved, and the expression on his face had changed.
The world in front of him was like layers of ice walls, blocking him.
"The space is locked." Ye Mingtang looked pale and spoke in a low voice.
Locked space, he had seen it during a certain calamity.
At that time, a top powerhouse from the upper plane took action, suppressing the power of the plane and directly shattering most of the prehistoric world.
Ninety-nine percent of all the creatures locked in the space were turned into ashes.
"No, it's impossible." A strong man who had reached the end of the immortal realm and had half the power of an overlord who walked out of the Zhoutian battlefield murmured, his eyes widening in fear of thinking.
"To block the erosion of the sky plane, as long as I get my own power back, I can control everything."
In the void, the voice of Tongtian Immortal Lord sounded.
In the distance, a sword light soared into the sky and struck directly towards Shenyuan Heavenly Palace.
Just the sword light was fixed in mid-air.
An illusory figure appeared in mid-air.
Han Muye, but the aura exuding from this figure is not.
Huang Zhihu's body was filled with murderous intent.
"Return my foster father!" She pointed forward with the sword in her hand.
There was a slight smile on the illusory Han Muye's face, and he looked at the army in the distance.
"Silly girl, don't you understand yet?"
"I am the Master of Jiuxuan Peak, I am the God of Prehistoric Weapons, and I am also the sword watcher of Jiuxuan Sword Sect who guards the sword pavilion."
"I am Han Muye."
The aura on his body was constantly changing, and it was no longer different from the aura on Han Muye.
His eyes fell on the military formation in the distance and the figures walking out of the wilderness.
"Can you feel it?"
"I am Han Muye."
"So many years and countless reversals of time and space are just for the arrangement of all this."
"Now, the prehistoric world is only one step away from becoming a real plane. I want you to help me."
There is a strong flow of energy and blood above the illusory figure.
This is a demonstration of the power of Dragon Crocodile.
A stream of smoke and clouds appeared, turning into various strange phenomena outside the body.
This is something you can only achieve when you reach the pinnacle of weapon refining.
This figure is indeed the God of Weapon Refining, the Lord of Jiuxuan Peak.
Those strong men who followed from the galaxy universe, the controllers of the war puppets and armors, slowly put down their war soldiers at this time.
On the other side, there were countless divine beasts, even Zhu Rong stopped in his tracks.
"Buzz——"
There was a sound in the void.
A figure wearing a black dragon armor and holding a spear in his hand stepped out.
Taking one step forward, the spear was thrust out and hit the illusory figure.
The illusive Han Muye remained motionless. He just raised his hand to hold the gun back and looked at the person in front of him.
"Tiantian Immortal Lord, Huang Zhenxiong."
Huang Zhihu’s father, Ta Tianxian Zun.
Huang Laoliu.
"If you were Han Muye, you wouldn't call me like that." Huang Laoliu grinned, with a gleam in his eyes.
"You should remember that in Jiange, I regard you as my only brother."
"You should remember that Sixth Brother has no other ability than to take life and death lightly."
Huang Laoliu pointed his spear forward again.
Huang Zhihu also raised his sword again.
The illusive Han Muye's body shook, with a slight smile on his face.
"so what?"
"By blocking the plane of heaven and merging it back with my own power, I can become the master of the ancient world and reshape it."
"Isn't everything for the reshaping of the ancient world and the return of the plane?"
"Do you want to stop all this now? Then what is the purpose of your practice and your persistence?"
What for?
The illusory voice of Han Muye echoed in the endless void.
At this moment, everyone was silent.
Whether it was Zhu Rong or Xu Wei, the God-Slaying War Puppet, the Chaos Divine Beast, and the Five Elements Divine Furnace who had been following Han Muye were all silent.
If this were Han Muye, would he choose to sacrifice himself and reshape the prehistoric world?
If this is not Han Muye, is it worth sacrificing Han Muye to reshape the ancient world?
"Return my foster father." Huang Zhihu slashed out the sword in his hand.