There is only one person who can be called Sixth Brother by Han Muye, Huang Laoliu, the sword watcher of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion.
Wandering between life and death countless times, the person Han Muye could depend on most for his life was his sixth brother, Huang Zhenxiong.
"boom--"
Ahead, the black-armored six-armed demon god punched the demon dragon in the waist, shattering a piece of the demon dragon's scales.
The demon dragon roared wildly, but fell to the ground, to no avail.
The cultivation of this six-armed black-armored demon has obviously condensed one of the original worlds, and he can distinguish between yin and yang to separate life and death. He is a practitioner at the pinnacle of the realm of life and death.
Huang Laoliu's cultivation level is not inferior to that of his opponent, and may even be higher in cultivation level.
Han Muye knew that Huang Laoliu's cultivation level must be at the level of heaven and even cause and effect.
But Huang Laoliu did not have the practice methods to cultivate high-level planes and condense his own world of the universe.
Without the universe and the power of the Great Dao, the combat power Huang Laoliu could only exert was at the peak of the Shiyuan Realm.
If he hadn't relied on his physical strength, he wouldn't have been able to withstand a move in front of the black-armored demon god.
"Ant, give in."
"Submit to me and donate all your resources. I will make you my world-protecting dragon."
The six-armed demon god laughed, stepped on the demon dragon, and shouted loudly.
"Let go of Sixth Brother!"
"Save Sixth Brother quickly!"
Several voices sounded, and figures rushed into the square.
The struggling demon dragon roared: "He Yangsun, I'm not dead yet!"
It's a pity that no matter how hard he struggles, he can't break free.
The six-armed demon is too powerful.
"Haha, the rules of the duel arena are that those who enter will be subject to their fate."
"You bunch of ants, it seems you want to die together."
"I am very interested in the resources behind your Jujin Trading Company."
The six-armed demon god shouted, and the three arms behind him pressed down toward the front.
This arm turned into a monstrous demonic flame, covering several figures in front of him.
"drink--"
With a low shout, an armored war puppet flew forward and punched out.
Kill the gods and fight the puppets.
Universe level combat power.
Cosmic-level combat power corresponds to the plane level, at least the Tianji realm.
But without the gathering of the origins of the planes, without the cosmic world that condenses itself, the combat power of the Tianji Realm cannot be exerted at all.
It was the same situation when Han Muye arrived in the Pantian plane. He had no realm, but his combat power could not match it.
The dragon-slaying war puppet's punch was in front of the black-armored demon god, and it was directly immobilized before it even touched his body.
An illusory universe emerged.
There are mountains and seas between them.
This is the difference in strength.
The dragon-slaying war puppet's body was surging with fairy power, but to no avail.
"Since you are seeking death, then I—"
Before the black-armored demon finished speaking, he suddenly frowned.
In front of me, a young man wearing a green robe and a calm expression fell down.
This figure actually appeared in front of his world, leaving him unaware at all.
How can this be?
"Han Muye!" The God-Slaying War Puppet turned his head, with surprise on his face.
"Master Han!" He Yangsun raised his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The demon dragon lying on the ground trembled and slowly raised its head.
"You guys, you came at the right time..."
Han Muye chuckled, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
He is no longer the agitated practitioner he once was, but when he sees Huang Laoliu and the others, he still has waves in his mind.
"Go to hell!" The Black-armored Demon God punched him down.
An illusory world pressed down in front of Han Muye.
One punch is the power of a world. Such tyrannical methods made the cultivators watching from the outside of the square scream in low voices.
The strength of this black-armored demon god is beyond the realm of ordinary life and death.
Such a person can indeed be respected.
Han Muye did not raise his head, but a sword light flashed in front of him.
"Zheng——"
A sword slashed down, and a section of his arm fell to the ground.
"boom--"
The long sword cut off his arm, and in an instant it penetrated the illusory world in front of him.
The illusory world was turbulent, and a billion-mile-long sword mark appeared in it.
The sword marks shattered the heaven and earth, and the original power exploded, dissipating from the square and collapsing to the surroundings!
There was endless source impact on the entire square with a radius of 100,000 feet, and all the cultivators watching around flew up in surprise.
Countless precious spiritual materials, various treasures, and the original power that has been refined and incomparably tamed are scattered, and you can collect them by just reaching out.
When the endless stream of light dissipated, there was no longer any figure of the demon dragon in the square, nor were Han Muye, He Yangsun and others.
Only the black-armored demon god had lost one of his arms, his face was pale, his blood and energy were surging all over his body, and he knelt on the ground uncontrollably.
"It's so powerful, it can even defeat the eight-armed Balrog."
"I'm afraid that sword has power beyond life and death. It destroyed the universe of the Flame Demon Lord with just one sword."
There was a low cry all around, and all the practitioners who had benefited quietly stepped back.
Within a hundred breaths, several figures flew down.
Each one of them was wearing a battle armor and had a gloomy look on his face.
"Fire Demon, who made the move?" A middle-aged man with the same eight arms, but taller stature, and an illusory mountain floating behind him looked at the Great Fire Demon sitting on the ground and spoke in a deep voice.
The origins of this middle-aged man have gathered together and turned into a mountain. He is obviously a major cultivator of Tianji Realm.
"Jujin Trading Company, it's Jujin Trading Company..." The Flame Demon Lord, who had lost his arm and had his world chopped to pieces, gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred.
"That man is a swordsman, and his sword is very powerful."
His whole body trembled, fear flashed in the eyes of the Flame Demon Lord.
The other black-armored demon cultivators all had murderous intent concentrated on their bodies.
"Hmph, if you dare to touch the people of my Red Sky Demon Sect, I will search all over the Mongolian Plane and kill them too."
"Submit a message, and whoever reports the news from Jujin Trading Company will be rewarded with three thousand top-grade armored sacred stones."
The Armored Divine Stone is the essence of the power of Qi and blood, and is called the Pantian Stone in the Pantian plane.
Every high-level plane has common cultivation resources.
Three thousand top-grade armored sacred stones have already made countless practitioners' hearts flutter.
"I know Jujin Trading Company. They have only come to Luxue City not long ago."
"I know that they are stationed in Xueyun Valley outside the city, where foreign cultivators and caravans gather."
"They have quite a few caravans, and it is said that they came across the galaxy."
Voices rang out one after another, causing a smile to appear on the face of the black-armored demon god who was leading the way.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay, I will capture those people who gather gold in the business and fulfill my promise."
"You can also go to my Red Sky Demon Sect station to redeem rewards."
After saying that, his body moved and turned into a giant monster with a height of 100 feet, and flew away.
Behind him, other demon cultivators from the Red Sky Demon Sect followed closely, heading out of the city.
At this time, Han Muye, the pale Huang Laoliu, and the happy-looking He Yangsun and others had returned to Xueyun Valley.
"The prehistoric plane is reunited and needs resources. Zhihu girl leads an army to sweep around and compete with the Cangtian plane."
"I discussed with He Yangsun and the others, and based on some star maps, we wanted to find a high-level plane transaction."
Sitting in the tent, Huang Laoliu had a bit of emotion on his face.
Han Muye used the prehistoric plane to suppress the blue sky plane, and supported a plane with the power of one person.
But his power was also exhausted, and he had to sleep in his incarnation, and entered the Pantian plane to practice.
The two remaining planes are at war and attacking each other.
If the prehistoric plane wants to reunite, it needs to devour the sky plane.
This process is extremely long.
He even had to wait for Han Muye to return.
But Huang Zhihu and the others were not willing to wait for the planes to merge, nor did they want to rely on Han Muye for everything.
According to Huang Zhihu's wishes, they began to make every effort to increase the original power of the prehistoric plane.
It is the best choice to go to other planes to find source of strength to supplement.
"One of those blood stones circulating in the high planes can create an Immortal King."
"It's a pity that we don't have enough resources. We relied on armor and puppets in exchange for some blood stones, but after all, the amount was too small."
Huang Laoliu spread out his hands, and there were seven or eight blood-colored stones in his palms.
Armored Divine Stone.
Each piece is approximately equivalent to a high-grade Pantian Stone from the Primeval Realm.
There was a fight for such blood stones in the ancient land.
These blood stones, which contain endless energy and blood, can replenish the origin of heaven and earth, and can also be used for cultivation.
Jujin Trading Company has returned a lot of its origins through several transactions.
However, because the level of the prehistoric plane is too low now, there are no treasures available to exchange for blood stones and resources.
"Brother Liu, you heal your wounds first." Han Muye glanced at Huang Laoliu and stood up.
He raised his hand, and a bloody stone flew down in front of Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand to hold it, and his whole body trembled.