Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

God’s ultimate sustenance!

The great power in the final realm of God has not lost his mind yet, and when he falls into deep sleep, he puts a trace of his soul out.

This trace of soul can no longer lead to any improvement in practice. The only benefit is to feel life and everything about the creatures in the world.

To put it bluntly, through the body of an immortal cultivator, this trace of soul can feel power, feel the mortal world, and feel everything.

Even this cultivator didn't know about this process.

However, for a side of heaven and earth, such spiritual sustenance will unknowingly infiltrate the heaven and earth, turning this world into a place contaminated with the power of the gods.

At the end of God, the place where power collapses and becomes empty.

No matter what kind of plane it is, if it is infiltrated by this divine power, it will eventually turn into nothingness.

Han Muye killed the God King Yunji with one sword and awakened the great power that God had entrusted to him. This was a good thing for the Pantian plane.

This is what saved this aspect.

It's just that at this time, the powerful man at the end of the gods wakes up and wants to devour the entire plane. This may be a disaster for the Pantian plane.

"Devouring the Pantian Plane?" The golden-armored Taoist who was about to attack Han Muye shouted in a low voice, his body shining with golden light.

He raised his hand and waved, and tens of thousands of blood energy surged into the sky in the imperial city, turning into the shadow of a giant beast that stretched up the sky.

"My Pantian plane has swallowed up all the realms. What can a god really do to me?"

The giant beast holding the sky roared, lightning and blood burst out from its body, and it swallowed the black aura in one gulp.

The bloody body shook, and the giant beast's body also became insubstantial, and then fell under the imperial city and dissipated.

"Pantian plane, good, good..."

The voice of the powerful man at the end of the world dispersed.

Han Muye could see clearly that the power of Shen Mo had not been truly broken, but was only suppressed by the energy and blood of the hundreds of millions of creatures in the imperial city.

No wonder the Pantian plane is based on the power of Qi and blood. It turns out that this is a method of suppressing virtuality with reality.

With the endless power of Qi and blood on the Pantian plane, even the power of Shen Mo can suppress it.

However, this kind of suppression is not the final solution.

The power of Shenmo continues to erode, and it will eventually break through.

Is there any other way in the Pantian plane?

Han Muye stood outside the imperial city, his eyes filled with solemnity.

The power of the Pantian plane is much stronger than he imagined.

"Marquis Weiyuan, let's stop this today."

"Wait for the Imperial City Golden Palace to explain to you."

The voices of the two creators sounded in the imperial city.

Let’s stop here and give an explanation to the Imperial City Golden Palace!

These words made countless immortal cultivators raise their heads and look at Han Muye above the sky and the army behind Han Muye.

This is the first time in hundreds of millions of years that the Immortal Dynasty has surrendered and compromised.

A war lord actually made the royal family and the imperial city bow their heads!

Han Muye stood outside the golden light curtain and nodded lightly: "Okay."

He has traveled hundreds of millions of miles across heaven and earth to the imperial city to kill the God King Yunji.

His purpose of establishing authority has been achieved.

As for falling out with Xian Chao, there is no need.

The strength of the Pantian plane is definitely not what he sees now, and the strong man behind it cannot be hidden.

He himself has no idea of ​​​​confronting the Pantian plane. On the contrary, he still needs to use the power of the Pantian plane to solve the problems between the Tianzhan Alliance and the Toutian clan.

Only the accumulated heritage of the Toutian clan can allow him to further his cultivation and reach the true peak of the divine realm.

When he reaches the peak of the divine realm, he will enter the divine abyss.

Whether it is to help the original creator enter the eternal heaven realm, or to step into the level of the creator himself, he needs to start from the divine abyss.

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"when--"

"when--"

The sound of golden bells resounded throughout the world, and all the immortal cultivators in the entire imperial city of Pantian plane raised their heads.

In the sky ahead, golden light curtains unfolded.

The divine light between heaven and earth dyed the surrounding space golden and red.

"We really want to welcome Marquis Weiyuan into the imperial city!"

"This is the first time in countless years that the royal family has surrendered."

"Killing a god king will not only lead to nothing, but you will also welcome him into the imperial city."

Countless voices sounded, all with endless emotion.

For most practitioners living in the imperial city, they have always been proud.

It is a kind of pride that is superior to others.

But this time, Han Muye tore the pride of all of them into pieces.

So what if you are a member of the royal family?

What about the divine realm?

He will still be killed.

"Welcoming Marquis Weiyuan into the city——"

In the void, a voice sounded.

A golden avenue appeared in mid-air, and then countless divine lights intertwined in this avenue, turning into dazzling mountains and rivers.

Welcome the arrival of Marquis Weiyuan with the momentum of mountains and rivers.

Han Muye stood outside the light curtain, moved and stepped onto the avenue.

Behind him, there were sword arrays, and each sword cultivator entered with their heads held high.

…

Pantian Temple.

This is the place where powerful men from the Pantian plane take charge of the entire plane and discuss major events in the Pantian plane.

This is Han Muye's first time here.

Without divine combat power, one is not qualified to enter this place.

Entering the Pantian Hall, Han Muye's biggest feeling was that he could go directly to any place in the Pantian plane.

Each ray of illusory light can cause space to vibrate, and then go straight into all the continents of the Pantian plane.

It has always been said that the Pantian plane is stable and no strong person can travel through the space. This is obviously false.

"If something big happens on the Pantian plane, you can step in directly from the Pantian Palace."

A voice sounded not far from Han Muye.

"This hall is made up of the space power of twelve void ethnic groups."

Only after twelve clans were exterminated did this palace be built.

As expected, it is from the Pantian plane, strong enough and domineering enough.

Han Muye turned his head and saw figures wearing Gong robes appearing one after another.

Everyone is in the divine realm.

At least five of them have the aura of power at the level of the Creator.

"It is rumored that there is a royal family in the Pantian plane, but it is actually not accurate."

"The Pantian plane is controlled by the strong. As long as you are strong enough, you are qualified to step into this place and become one of the three hundred and sixty leaders."

In front, an old man in the Creator realm wearing a white robe looked at Han Muye and said softly: "Marquis Weiyuan, you are qualified to enter this place."

Strength speaks.

Han Muye glanced around, raised his head and said, "Senior, there are only 360 seats here. Am I taking the place of God King Yunji?"

His words made many powerful gods around him smile.

The white-robed creator nodded, then shook his head.

"With Yunji's strength, he is not qualified to enter this hall."

"But you killed him, so you really need to take his place."

"As an explanation to you, the Heaven-Suppressing Guard will be handed over to you, and the Heaven-Suppressing Seal will also be held by you."

Zhentianwei.

Zhentian Seal.

What a generous gesture.

Han Muye's eyes revealed a faint golden light: "What do I need to do?"

The world has always been an exchange of interests, and nothing can be obtained for free.

"Haha, Marquis Weiyuan, you need to find another Heaven-Suppressing Seal."

The old man in white robe raised his hand and threw a scroll down in front of Han Muye.

"Three seals combined into one, that is the true heaven-suppressing seal."

"If you hold the true Heaven-Suppressing Seal, you can become the master of this hall."

The master of this hall is not the master of the Pantian plane.

Han Muye stood there, his energy and blood slowly surging.

"Can't the Pantian plane suppress the power of that powerful Shenmo?"

As soon as his words came out, a storm seemed to blow through the entire hall, and countless divine lights fell on Han Muye!

The eyes of the leading creators revealed a deep divine light, staring at Han Muye.

"It seems that Marquis Weiyuan knows much more than we thought..."

The old man in white robe stared at Han Muye, with a faint murderous intent condensing on his body.

"Tell me, what else do you know?"