Above Han Muye's head, it was as if the heaven and earth were cut open, and the endless source was shattered!
A sword light emerged from the illusion.
"This is a sword..."
There was a flash of light in Yu Shaotang's eyes, with a look of expectation.
Jin Hong on the side also looked at the sword shadow that appeared.
A sword of divine soul condensed.
Han Muye's soul and body have long been transformed into a true spirit sword, and now this sword is composed of his soul.
This sword doesn't look very strong.
Although it shattered the origin and opened the space, it did not show the power to dominate and fight against the gods.
How strong can a divided soul be?
But as soon as this long sword, which was not overbearing, appeared, the surrounding heaven and earth shook, seeming extremely uneasy.
"Shenhun," Yu Shaotang's illusory figure shook, with disbelief in his eyes, "Before entering the divine realm, first gather the soul of the divine realm."
"Your soul is already in the divine realm..."
Han Muye's physical body is not inferior to the master realm.
Although his true body cultivation is not at a high level, he has reached the Three Hundred Universe Realm, which shows that he has a deep understanding of the Dao. If he wants to improve his realm, he can do so at any time.
He even condensed the body of Poxu Dao, but it was only taken over by the strong man from the outer realm of gods.
But whether it was his physical body or his state of cultivation, they were far behind the spirit he displayed at this time.
The power of the divine soul!
Han Muye's soul level has already entered the divine realm without even knowing it!
He always thought that he should be able to have the combat power of the Domination Realm. If he could break through the suppression of the Pantian Plane, he would be considered the Domination Realm.
He himself doesn't know that the level of his soul is the divine realm.
"How did this guy do it?" Jin Hong looked at the sword light above Han Muye and murmured.
He practiced for countless years, and finally reached the half-step divine realm by devouring the power of the Void Spirit Tribe. He was knocked down before he could gather the divine soul.
But younger generations like Han Muye not only gathered in the world of Three Hundred Universes, but also cultivated their souls to the realm of gods.
Looking at it this way, I should call myself Senior Han Muye.
In front of him, the figure of Nan An, a strong man in the divine realm, was revealed again, his illusory body swaying gently in the wind. His eyes also showed solemnity.
"What if the soul enters the divine realm? There is no soul, not even a trace of power -"
Before he could finish his whisper, the sword above Han Muye's head had changed.
The sword light moved and turned into a three-foot long sword.
Green light shines from the edge of the sword, the sword is densely covered with divine patterns, and the hilt is layered with flames.
This sword is extremely ordinary.
But it was this sword that turned the original disdainful expression of Lord Nan An into shock.
"Creation..."
"Impossible, this is an imitation, not a creation."
"On the plane level, there can be no creation."
The illusory body occupied by the Lord Nan An is constantly vibrating, revealing the turmoil in his mind.
Ordinary vegetation, mountains and rocks, manifesting out of thin air are nothing to a practitioner.
But at this time, Han Muye and the others were the masters of combat power, and every move of their hands and feet had the power to crush the world.
The long sword condensed by Han Muye is the gathering of original power.
Not very powerful.
It's just that the soul is the bone and the origin is the foundation, so it happens to be the origin power that can cut wood.
What kind of power can possess such a long sword?
Even in the divine realm, it is impossible to manifest weapons and armor artifacts that are the origin of the God-killing realm out of thin air.
Creation?
Refining weapons?
Or do you take your understanding of kendo seriously to an unimaginable level?
The Lord Nan An didn't even dare to think about it at this time.
"My sword is based on the insights I gained when I first started practicing swordsmanship, and is combined with the power of wind and fire."
"This sword is called Beacon Fire and Set a Prairie Fire."
After Han Muye finished speaking, the sword light pierced out.
As soon as the sword thrust out, the wind and fire gathered directly, and the entire space was filled with flames.
This flame is not an ordinary fire, but a divine flame.
Countless years ago, Han Muye built the Beacon Fire Prairie to challenge the heavenly realm.
Countless years later, he realized the divine realm in his mind, and then used the flames to start a prairie fire. What he challenged was the divine realm!
The wind and fire of that year have all turned into divine flames!
When this sword comes out, heaven and earth are imprisoned, and only the sword light is surging!
The sword passed away, but the sword light did not dissipate, and the space was still imprisoned.
This sword cut through the reincarnation of the world, shattered thousands of heavens and earth, and fell directly in front of the Nan An Divine Lord.
The divine flames wrapped the illusory body, and the sword edge penetrated the body.
The illusory body shook slightly and absorbed all the light of the divine flames.
Han Muye closed his eyes.
His soul is no longer in his body at this time, but travels through the endless heaven and earth, transforming into a sword in the divine realm, to kill the Lord Nan An!
Yu Shaotang and Jin Hong had nervous looks in their eyes.
"He is really brave when his soul is at war."
"If you're not careful, your soul will be shattered, and you won't even have room for change."
A look of worry flashed across Jin Hong's face.
Yu Shaotang shook his head and whispered: "This is the way of the sword."
"With a sword in your hand, life and death can be a matter of a sword."
"He can understand the difference between life and death with the sword, which is better than what I was back then."
Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his face and his body became thinner: "Actually, if he dares to use this sword, he surpasses me now."
Jin Hong opened his mouth, but finally did not speak.
The level Yu Shaotang mentioned was not something he could comprehend.
This kind of understanding of swordsmanship brings both opportunities and dangers.
After this sword attack, life or death depends on Han Muye's ability.
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Inside Po Xu Dao's body, Han Muye stood opposite an old man with a white beard wearing a green robe.
The Southern Dark God.
Both of them are in a state of convergence.
If he were in other places, he, Han Muye, could not be the enemy of Nan An Shen Zun.
But now in Po Xu Dao's body, both of them are divine souls, and both are divine souls.
The outcome is not decided before.
"So what if I'm in a state of trance?"
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, the divine light in the eyes of the Lord Nan An exploded like a roaring river.
The divine light, which was like a galaxy in the sky, enveloped Han Muye's spiritual body in an instant.
"The use of divine power is not only something that you, who have just entered the level, can control."
The Lord Nan An pressed his palm down, and the endless galaxy stopped and condensed into a sea of ice.
In the sea of ice, Han Muye's soul was frozen.
He clenched his palms.
The ice sea breaks.
This is the power that freezes the origin of heaven and earth.
Even the origin of a plane would be crushed directly under his palm.
"The Pantian plane is indeed powerful, but you shouldn't-"
Lord Nan An paused in his words, and the smile on his face froze.
Han Muye, who was supposed to be shattered along with the ice sea, stood in the same place intact.
Not only that, the bright divine light on the long sword in Han Muye's hand seemed to be purer.
"Is this the divine realm?"
Looking up at the Lord Nan An, the long sword in Han Muye's hand flashed brightly.
"Gather the origin, blend the origin, and then steal the origin."
"It's not really controlling the origin, nor is it really creating the origin, it's just deceiving the origin."
"Is this level worthy of being called a god?"
The sword light was so bright that Han Muye raised his hand and waved it.
The long sword slashed out, and the body of Poxu disappeared directly.
A magnificent crack of tens of millions of feet slowly appeared.
"Where has he gone!" Jin Hong shouted with eyes wide open.
"We have gone to the place where the Lord Nan An is..." Yu Shaotang murmured, with a complicated look in his eyes.
