Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Bam—"

Han Muye kicked the black-robed cultivator beside him with a kick, then raised his hand and grabbed Daoist's storage bag.

Divine Intent penetrated, Han Muye turned to look at Daoist Daoist.

This guy really looted a lot of treasure.

The storage bag with a hundred squares of space is full of various spiritual materials, Spirit Stones.

Many of them have been cut off in the practice world and are invaluable.

What a windfall.

Weighing the storage bag, Han Muye rudely put it in the bag.

Anyway, Daoist found it, isn't it his?

Daoist Daoist saw that the storage bag was taken away by Han Muye, his face twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.

But he dared not ask Han Muye to come back.

Turning his face, he ran towards the cultivator who was kicked by Han Muye and swooped.

"Bam—"

Daoist Daoist flew upside down.

With his Cultivation Base, he is not yet his opponent.

At this time, the cultivator who was smashed to the ground by Han Muye also stood up.

The two figures roared wildly, flashing light in their hands, and rushed towards Han Muye.

Very tacit.

It is rare for these two to be able to cast spells in this dam, and the power is not small.

The scattered meteorites gathered, condensed into a ball, and hit Han Muye.

The gust of wind was reckless, as if it were about to burst.

Han Muye's expression didn't change, he just clenched his own fist.

In this dam, the feeling of clenching a fist and smashing it is more refreshing than slashing with a sword.

In particular, he has the body of a mythical beast, and his strength is domineering and tyrannical to the extreme.

He had seen spells outside the dam.

At this time, I feel that the power is too weak.

The suppression of the chaotic power of the dam makes it difficult for various spells to exert their combat power.

Or fist to solve.

"drink--"

Wrong step, short body, punch.

Han Muye did not hesitate, his movements were coherent and steady.

The cultivator with the collapsed face was crushed this time by the sternum, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person died in mid-air.

Turning around again, Han Muye kicked the black-robed cultivator's chest that he had kicked away earlier.

"Crack-"

The sound of the sternum shattering came.

This time, the two never got up.

Han Muye is also not interested in leaving a living hole in the dam.

Daoist proudly stepped forward, shook it down a few times, and brought two long swords, a long bow, and two waist cards.

In his own hand, he held a golden sledgehammer and a small storage bag.

That big hammer is the big baby Daoist said.

Han Muye didn't bring the big hammer.

This is a Divine General standard weapon, Han Muye has seen from the memory of the long spear in the Divine General's hand.

Although this weapon is standard, its power is comparable to that of mid-grade Magic Treasures.

It's just that this standard weapon lacks the agility of Magic Treasures.

Holding the sword that Daoist handed over, Han Muye poured Sword Qi in his palm, and his eyes flashed.

An ordinary watcher of the Temple of Chaos, Half Step Heaven Cultivation Base, ordinary swordsmanship practice.

Outside the dam, the cultivation under the heaven is relatively easy.

Various types of armor, Medicine Pill, can train practitioners under the heaven in batches.

Of course, above the realm of heaven, it cannot be cultivated in batches.

The real Chaos Temple masters all sneaked into the dam and went to the place where the ancient gods fell.

Outside the dam, there are cultivators from Gu Yun Galaxy guarding the surroundings. The cultivators who emerge from the dam will be monitored or directly killed.

The blockade of the chaotic power in the dykes and the control of the land where the ancient gods fell has started tens of thousands of years ago.

Seeing the memories of the swords of the two guardians of the Temple of Chaos, Han Muye raised his hand and called Daoist to him.

A cyan ID mark was handed to him.

These are the identification badges of the two practitioners who were seriously injured by Han Muye and passed out.

"We are one piece, this brand does not recognize people."

Han Muye threw up the sign in his palm with a smile.

Daoist took the sign, looked at it carefully, and placed it on his chest.

When they stepped out of the dam, they were already practitioners wearing black robes and wearing the waist badges of the guardians of the Temple of Chaos.

"This is, beyond the dam?" Daoist murmured, his face full of suspicion.

Han Muye mentioned the embankment to him, and he imagined that there should be a bright world beyond the embankment.

At this time, it is clearly a dark and empty place.

The only difference is that Spiritual Qi is more pure.

But this purity is due to the lack of power of the Dao.

Where the power of the Dao is weak, what is good? A hint of disappointment appeared on Daoist's face.

Han Muye turned his eyes around and said softly: "This is where all the big cultivators in the mud pools want to come over outside the embankment."

Different from Daoist's perception, Han Muye's eyes are full of aura.

Godless land!

This ancient cloud Galaxy is a place where there is no Great Way of Heaven and Earth, and no Spirit of Heaven and Earth is formed.

It means that this place can create gods.

Everyone has the opportunity to become the god of the ruling party, that is, the god of heaven and earth in ancient times.

Replacing the Avenue of Heaven and Earth with yourself!

No wonder the Powers wanted to come here.

Those great cultivators who have climbed to the pinnacle of their practice and are difficult to detach themselves, as long as they give up the road of detachment, cross the dam and become the master of a world, they can instantly become immortal gods.

This kind of power is completely different from the combination of Wen Mosheng and Tianxuan Heavenly Dao.

This is domination, not union.

Is the master, not the ally.

Relationships are worlds apart.

Thinking back on his journey across the dam, Han Muye suddenly narrowed his eyes.

For him, it is not difficult to cross the dam with the body of a divine beast.

Moreover, because there is a clear route that has been explored before, as long as you are careful to deal with a few dangerous places, you can cross the dam.

But for those great cultivators in the land where the ancient gods fell, without a strong enough body, crossing the dam is simply a death sentence.

so--

A bright halo appeared in Han Muye's eyes.

Therefore, the wild world was jointly attacked by all parties!

Those big cultivators want the bodies of ancient beasts!

Han Muye only felt a chill behind his back.

It turned out that there are such secrets behind the siege of countless large cultivators in the wild world!

Han Muye remembered that the masters who came out of the Tianxuan world also participated in the battles in the wild world. Among them, the ancestor of Tianxuan personally killed a mythical beast Kui Niu.

So, where are the great cultivators who have come out of the Profound Sky World now?

Did you really fall in the battle for the last three days?

Where do the blocked space passages in the Profound Sky World lead to?

On Cloud Nest Ridge, will the space passage leading to Devil Cultivator land connect beyond the dam...

For a time, Han Muye had countless doubts in his heart.

"Go, let's go to Chaos Temple."

No matter how many questions, you need to find answers one by one.

For some questions, it has been too long to find answers.

Daoist Daoist took the form of Qingfeng who followed behind Han Muye, and Han Muye stepped on the mountain of Daojian, which was transformed into an ordinary sword, and walked in the sky.

There were many practitioners along the way, but there was nothing unusual about Han Muye or Daoist.

Sure enough, the Temple of Chaos only recognizes the brand and not the person.

Along the way, they stopped before a shining star with a radius of a hundred miles.

Aura flashed in the star.

Looking up, there are many such stars.

Unlike the thousands of Stars around the Profound Sky World that only saw a single flashing aura, the Stars here are actually full of vitality and full of Spiritual Qi.

But when he landed in Star, Han Muye noticed a difference.

There is no way of heaven and earth on these stars, and there is almost no defense force.

Just like eggs that have been peeled off, these Stars will be swallowed at any time if they encounter a big cultivator who wants to refine them.

Looking up at the bright Galaxy Cluster in the distance, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This star is only a hundred miles in diameter, so no one has refined it. Then, what about the big star with a radius of ten thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles, and one million miles?

This ancient cloud galaxy may have a secret that he does not know.

Flying down Star, Han Muye and Daoist walked slowly.

There are buildings everywhere on this Star, but it is different from the land where the ancient gods fell. The Foundation Establishment here is basically simple in shape.

After traveling for dozens of miles, Han Muye has probably understood.

This kind of Star, which is blocked outside the dam, is all carried by the strong in the Temple of Chaos.

All the practitioners who come here are basically for the mission of the Temple of Chaos.

The Chaos Temple here is a palace rather than a city.

Many square houses, stretching wide and without walls.

Han Muye also felt that for the practitioners, building a city with a wall has no practical significance.

A square for receiving tasks, a place for distributing tasks, a place for exchanging tasks, various logistical support, a management office for collecting resources, and a place for providing employment and information, this Chaos Temple has all kinds of facilities.

Han Muye was not in a hurry, and he wandered around with Daoist Daoist for three or four days, inquiring about all the information about Chaoshen Temple and Guyun Galaxy.

Then, Han Muye took the Daoist Daoist and flew straight to a big star thousands of miles away.

This place, called Jinkexing, is the largest star among the tens of billions of miles around it. The Sect ruled by it is Jinming Daozong, a Sect with several cultivators that surpass the heavens.

As Han Muye speculated and imagined, Jinkexing was refined.

In other words, the owner of this Star has absolute control over this Star.

However, upon perception, he understood that it was the entire Sect of Jin Ming Daozong who controlled this Star, not a certain Power.

Jinming Daozong can control everything on this Star through formation.

Spiritual Qi converges, celestial phenomena change, and even thunderstorms.

On this Star, Jinming Daozong is the sky and the avenue.

After landing on Jinkexing, Han Muye went straight to the Temple of Chaos set up on it.

"boom--"

Only after flying for thousands of miles, there was a roar from the front, and then there was the sound of fighting.

Daoist looked curious, while Han Muye frowned and turned.

He is not from Gu Yun Galaxy, so why bother with the disputes here?

It was only after turning around and walking away for a moment, there was a scream from behind.

Several figures flew away.

Then, another roar resounded, and a flying boat caught up from behind.

Han Muye's eyes fell on those flying silhouettes, and there was a bit of strangeness on his face.

Among the few people who flew past, one person suddenly turned around. "Han boy?"

A few people beside him saw him stop and hurriedly pulled him: "Old Tu, hurry up, or these guys from the Jinxuan Daomen will be killed."

Lao Tu nodded, and muttered while flying away: "It's probably dizzying, this is Gu Yun Galaxy, it's extremely difficult to come here, that kid is in the Western Border of Tianxuan, it's impossible to come..."

As he spoke, the sword in his palm lifted and slashed forward.

"boom--"

A sword was slashed out, and it seemed like the sky and the earth were torn apart from ten miles in front, and the auras turned into beams of light.

Over there, there is a mystery hidden.

If it wasn't for this sword, they would break into the maze, and they would definitely die.

"Old Tu, your move of Wanjian Guizong is really good. If it weren't for this sword, we would be made dumplings." A bearded man whispered and grinned: "Crap—"

Everyone turned their heads and left, but they stayed where they were before they flew a hundred miles away.

In front, a young man in a black robe and a black sword with a sheath on his back stood there holding his arms.

"Why didn't you run away?"

"The Yanagawa Seven Thieves, there are only five left, and those two are waiting for you to reunite at my Jinxuan Daomen."

A sneer appeared on the young man's face, and his eyes turned to Lao Tu: "Tu Wanjian, let me see how capable your Wanjian Guizong is."

"Kuraga-"

The long sword was unsheathed, Sword Ray was cold to the bone, and it seemed to be swallowing people at a distance of hundreds of meters.

The expressions of the people who were blocked changed, and just as they were about to rush forward, Lao Tu raised his hand to stop them.

"Jinxuan Daomen's direct disciple, Shuihan Jian Yu Shen." Lao Tu narrowed his eyes and put his hand on the hilt of the sword: "This is a Nascent Soul Eighth Stage great sword cultivator."

Nascent Soul Eighth Stage!

The others were all trembling.

Among them, the highest of Cultivation Base is the old Tu of Nascent Soul Sixth Stage.

Facing a Nascent Soul Eighth Stage great swordsman, even if they attacked together, they couldn't stop a sword.

"Since I want to see my Wanjian Guizong by name, how can Tu Mou disappoint people?" Lao Tu smiled lightly, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and flew out.

The sword is in the air, dividing into thousands.

"This sword is called Wanjian Guizong, and it is a way to open a way for ordinary swords in the world."

"I only learned the skin of this sword, and I am willing to come to ask for advice."

Sword Ray gathered and turned into a sword, Lao Tu drank lowly, pressed Sword Ray down, and headed towards Yu Shen.

Yu Shen's eyes were bright, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and swayed it.

"when--"

After a shock, the sound of endless sword collisions echoed through.

Not far away, two flying boats surrounded.

Everyone looked at the two long swords that were fighting countless times in the void.

"Good swordsmanship!" After a hundred breaths, Yu Shen shouted loudly and retreated to the rear.

Withdrawing from Baizhang, Sword Ray melted away, Lao Tu, who was holding the long sword, turned red, and the sword edge trembled slightly.

"You have been able to fight with me for so long with one sword technique, and you, Tu Wanjian, can be considered a character." Yu Shen looked at Tu Wanjian and said lightly, "Abandon your swords and return the stolen Wanhe sword case. My Jinxuan Daomen will not be difficult for you.”

Tu Wanjian held the sword and did not speak.

"Wanhe sword box belongs to my teacher, when did you belong to your Jinxuan Dao?" A middle-aged swordsman standing behind Tu Wanjian shouted angrily.

Hearing his words, Yu Shen's face turned cold, and there was a sharp Sword intent on his body.

Tu Wanjian pointed the front of the sword in his hand, and Sword Ray gathered.

"Tu Wanjian, you don't know what to do with your face, the so-called Wanjian Guizong is just like that." Yu Shen's sword turned into a frost snake, coiled up and roared in a low voice.

As soon as the frost snake appeared, countless ice flowers floated in the surrounding void.

Layers of gloomy cold shrouded the area.

The sword in Tu Wanjian's hand was instantly frozen.

His eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and Tu Wanjian's expression was solemn.

Behind him, several practitioners tried their best to resist the cold, but their faces were pale and their bodies were trembling.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect, but that's it?"

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Han Muye!" Tu Wanjian whispered.

Yu Shen's face changed dramatically, and he looked up and looked forward.

"Thorn-"

As if the curtain was torn open, the frozen void shattered directly.

Those frosts turned into nothingness, as if they never existed.

Frost and Cold House originally swallowed snake letters, but suddenly his body trembled, and his body turned into a sword, suspended in front of Yu Shen.

"Who are you?" Yu Shen stared at Han Muye who stepped out of the void, and his Sword Qi converged.

There is no strong Sword Qi and strength on Han Muye, but he can tear apart the strength barrier of his sword in a matter of words, and he can't be an ordinary person.

"You don't need to know who I am." Han Muye shook his head, glanced at Tu Wanjian behind him, and then a cyan long sword appeared in his hand.

"Take my ten thousand swords and return to the sect, and let you go."

Thousands of Swords Return to the Sect!

The person in front of him will also return to his ancestry with ten thousand swords!

Everyone present, except Tu Wanjian, all widened their eyes.

Tu Wanjian, known as Wanjian, is famous for Wanjian Guizong. Although he has always said that Wanjian Guizong is to open a way for low-level swordsmanship in the world, he has not seen anyone other than him who can do this. sword.

Until today, I finally saw someone who would envoy Wan Jian to return to the ancestry.

I don't know if this one is Tu Wanjian's junior or a peer?

"Old Tu, do you want to rush together?" The big man who had spoken before leaned forward and whispered.

Run together?

A hint of hesitation flashed across Tu Wanjian's face.

He admires Han Muye's swordsmanship.

But Han Muye's Cultivation Base…

"Om-"

At this moment, the sword in Han Muye's hand shook, and a sword ray rose up on his body.

"Fuck, Jianying!" Tu Wanjian's eyes widened.

Kendo Nascent Soul!

The opposite Yu Shen also looked surprised, and hurriedly held the long sword in front of him, full of spiritual light.

Only the sword and the extreme, Fang Cheng Kendo Nascent Soul.

The one in front of him turned out to be a pure kendo cultivator.

Such sword cultivators, who have grown into infants with swords, are not bound by the Cultivation Base at all in combat power.

To fight against such people, don't speculate on Cultivation Base at all.

"My dear, Jianying, I have practiced for so many years, and I have only seen three Jianxiu who have condensed into Jianying." Behind Tu Wanjian, an old man with a white beard whispered.

"There are rumors in my teacher's school that the owner of the Wanhe Sword Box was a master who formed a sword baby."

"Wanhe Jianzong, there is a way to become a sword baby..." The big man standing beside Tu Wanjian looked at the sword baby on Han Muye's head, and his eyes flashed.

Han Muye, holding the sword in his hand, looked solemn and said lightly, "I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong."

"This sword is based on Wan Dao swordsmanship, and opens up a path of ascetic cultivation for swordsmen in the world."

"To cultivate this sword, you need to cultivate ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship, and finally ten thousand swords return to Self."

The voice matched with Sword Ray, and the sword in Han Muye's hand pierced slowly.

Unlike Tu Wanjian's Sword Ray, this sword has neither differentiation nor shock and shine.

A sword is a sword.

One sword, why is it called Wanjian?

On the opposite side, Yu Shen looked puzzled.

The others around also frowned.

Only Tu Wanjian's arms trembled and he murmured in his mouth.

"boom--"

The sword that Han Muye stabbed collided with the sword that Yu Shen raised his hand to intercept.

The exploding Sword Ray was so dazzling that everyone could only close their eyes.

But even if he closed his eyes, the dazzling light of that sword still penetrated the soul.

This Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect actually contains a Sword intent that damages the soul!

"Thorn-"

The sword moves forward and turns into a thousand swords.

Wan Jian is magnificent, wrapping Yu Shen.

When Yu Shen looked up with difficulty, he saw that Wanjian finally returned to Self, rubbing lightly on his neck.

Blood Qi soared into the sky, and the aura shattered.

This sword cuts off the blood, kills the soul, and cuts the Nascent Soul!

A sword, Nascent Soul Eighth Stage great cultivator, fall!

It wasn't until Yu Shen's whole body that aura exploded that the practitioners around him woke up.

"Brother Yu Shen was killed!"

"Crazy, dare to kill Senior Brother Yu Shen, he is the direct grandson of my Jinxuan Daomen Xuantang Elder!"

The two flying boats quickly retreated.

Tu Wanjian and a few people behind him looked at each other with Sword Ray rising from his body.

Murder, kill, kill.

After beheading Yu Shen, the news cannot be leaked.

They looked up at Han Muye who slowly retracted his sword.

Han Muye put away the long sword, Yu Shen's sword and a storage bag, and said with a smile, "Tu Sunshi senior, are you okay?"

Master Tu Sun, the elder of the Taiyi Sword Sect in the Western Frontier, was the first swordsman in the Western Frontier.

After the Yunchao Ridge space channel was opened, Master Tu Sun left the Profound Sky World.

Unexpectedly, he came outside the dam.

So, is Huang Laoliu, who also left this passage, also here?

"Han boy, let's take action to solve these guys from Jinxuan Daomen, otherwise it will be a big problem."

Master Tu Sun gave a low voice and charged towards a flying boat with a long sword in hand.

They were chased by Feizhou before, but now they turned their heads, and they wanted to kill Feizhou.

Hearing Master Tu Sun's words, Han Muye shook his head, but still held up his long sword.

The big Sect method, the direct disciple was beheaded, and the message had already been passed on, it was too late to want to silence it at this time.

It's just that for Han Muye, sooner or later, it doesn't matter, just help kill a few people.

The flying long sword smashed a flying boat with one blow, and the scattered practitioners scattered in horror.

Master Tu Sun and others showed no mercy, chasing after these practitioners, with long swords and magic techniques in their hands.

In the end, another flying boat left with the people of Jinxuan Daomen who had escaped.

Master Tu Sun showed regrets on their faces.

Several people gathered up the scattered swords and various spiritual materials on the flying boat, even the swords and storage bags on the corpses were not spared.

A battle, a lot to gain.

Daoist, who turned into a breeze, whispered in Han Muye's ear, to the effect that he was the best at this kind of thing, and if he touched it, there would be no leaks.

"Tu senior, do you know how the sixth brother is now?" Han Muye asked, looking at Master Tu Sun who was back with his sword.

Seeing Master Tu Sun, Han Muye of course asked Huang Laoliu for news.

Hearing his words, Master Tu Sun shook his head.

Haven't heard?

Maybe, after all, this ancient cloud galaxy is too vast and almost endless. Who knows if Huang Laoliu is here, and where it is.

Moreover, the original Huang Laoliu was enchanted.

"Huang Laoliu, now he is the Devil Dao Great Saint, stepping on the Heavenly Devil King, and using a magic sword to fight in all directions, it's amazing..." Master Tu Sun's voice sounded leisurely.

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