Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"boom--"

Han Muye only felt that his entire body was wrapped in a force, and then the blood force was suppressed and returned to his body.

When he looked up, his body had reverted to the appearance of wearing white clothes and carrying a sword box on his back.

It's just that the golden streamer all over his body at this time, and the power of the bloodline is intertwined, making him look like an incarnation of a beast and a monster, not a human race.

He looked up and saw an old man in a moon-white robe sitting cross-legged on the bluestone in front of him.

The old man had white hair and long beards, with a light smile on his face. The bun on his head was tied with a wooden hairpin.

In front of the old man was a small bookcase, and on the bookcase were a small bell, a jade chime, a jade seal, and several open scrolls.

When Han Muye raised his head, he met the eyes of the old man. At that moment, it seemed that his entire body was seen through by the clear eyes of the old man.

This shocked him all over, and he lowered his head unconsciously and turned his eyes away.

Around the old man were seven or eight practitioners wearing various robes.

At this time, the breath of these people is restrained, and they can't see the cultivation base at all.

But these people are very popular, and the halo that flashes in their eyes seems to be full of everything in the world.

Who are these people?

Here, what is the place?

"sit."

The old man at the top raised his hand, and a blue futon landed in front of Han Muye.

This futon, everyone else has.

Han Muye was still a little stunned. A middle-aged sword cultivator with a cold face beside him couldn't bear to shout: "Xianzun asked you to sit down. If you don't want the chance to preach, don't delay us."

Immortal?

What is this called?

Han Muye knew that the strongest cultivation realm in the Immortal Realm surpassed the Golden Immortal Daluo Golden Immortal.

Immortal Venerable, is it the Daluo Golden Immortal, or is it above the Daluo Golden Immortal?

He bowed to the old man in front, then took a step and sat on the futon.

A message of pure heart came from the futon, which made his originally violent qi and blood shake slightly and slowly settle.

The violent power around him also seemed to be suppressed by the futon, and the area was peaceful.

The old man at the top nodded, his eyes swept around, and then he spread out the scrolls on the desk in front of him with his palms, raised his hand, and flicked his fingertips on the jade chime.

"when--"

The voice is melodious and long, and it seems to be shaking from the bottom of my heart.

This sound instantly silenced Han Muye's turbulent energy and blood, his heart became clear and bright, and the tyranny of the killing in his eyes was also suppressed.

The blue-grey long sword in his mind kept vibrating, and there was a sound of sword chants that only he could hear, intertwined with this voice.

Just a sound of a jade chime is the power that can communicate with the Slaughter Sword that he has condensed.

How high is this old man's cultivation realm?

"This deity preaches once every 128,000 years. Some of you have heard me teach the Fa five times, and some have heard it three times. Today, there are wild beasts coming to listen."

The old man's voice was calm, with a soothing peace.

His eyes swept across Han Muye, like running water.

"There is no difference in teaching or teaching in this lecture. It all depends on chance. There are thirty-one disciples under the sect. The strong one is already the Golden Immortal of Daluo, and it is not far from the position of Immortal Daluo. The weak—"

After a pause, Han Muye felt that all the eyes around him were falling on him.

This is a kind of power that overturns the world, crushed by countless thousands of giant forces.

It was as if the whole world slammed into his chest in an instant. If it wasn't for the power of the tyrant, his body would have shattered into powder.

"Hehe, if this little guy can enter the deity's door, he is the weakest among them."

Get started and become the disciple of this immortal venerable powerhouse of unknown realm?

Above Daluo Jinxian, is Daluo Xianjun the disciple of this strong man?

Han Muye didn't know where this place was, or who was listening to and preaching.

But he knew that this was the opportunity that Tianbei brought him.

Perhaps, this is the chance that the Baxia family has been carrying.

Taking a deep breath, he looked calm and sat cross-legged.

In this way, the old man nodded lightly.

"Millions of years ago, when the deity taught the Fa, he evolved into the Zhoutian and set up a Zhoutian formation. At that time, a few disciples learned something, and now they can traverse the Zhoutian of the God Realm."

"Unfortunately, the Zhou Tian Great Array is too strong, even the entire God Realm Zhou Tian can't be completely laid out."

"Today, this deity will tell you how to use the power of the formation to mobilize the power of Zhou Tian to achieve a killing formation."

Sunday's grand formation?

Han Muye didn't know if this Zhou Tian Formation had anything to do with the Zhou Tian Formation he was studying.

But he felt that the Zhou Tian array that he had built might not have the ability to traverse the Zhou Tian of the God Realm.

Although he didn't know where this God Realm Zhoutian was.

"I am equal to Zhoutian cultivation in the God Realm, and I cannot do without killing."

"There are countless tyrannical beasts and beasts in the prehistoric world, and there are more innate gods and demons in the void world. I and other qi practitioners need a chance to survive. We must fight and kill."

There was a coldness in the old man's voice, and a cold and stern aura shrouded in it.

A streak of golden rays of light appeared in front of everyone, and the old man's hand was struck with halos.

Every halo is as cold as the frozen world.

When the halo is superimposed, the entanglement between the forces makes people's body and soul seem to be torn apart and integrated into it.

Han Muye had never seen such power before.

Such a powerful force, he has no idea what kind of powerhouse can control it.

The shattered space in the halo, and the passing stream of light directly broke the confinement of time.

Even the power of time and space was shattered in this light array.

Isn't such a formation invincible?

"Isolate the power of heaven and earth, and trigger the opportunity to kill. If this formation is completed, the immortals will be executed."

The original peaceful appearance was gone, and it turned into a young man in his 30s with a face full of blue silk and a cold expression.

Han Muye didn't know what kind of power this manifestation was, but the guys around him were completely taken for granted.

The others around were fascinated by the light formation in front of them. It seemed that the power of this light formation could comprehend a little, and it would be able to traverse the world.

The light arrays continue to superimpose, and the surrounding power of heaven and earth already has an illusory distortion that is about to be torn apart.

In front, the young man transformed by the old man stood up, and his hands were full of streamers.

An extremely huge force is gathering and brewing.

The practitioners sitting on the futon around stood up, the halo flashed on their bodies, and various magical magical powers protected themselves.

As far as Han Muye's eyes could see, he could see three extremely powerful treasures, three powerful practitioners with incomparably superb Taoist skills, and two major kendo practitioners.

Not far away, an old man wearing a black robe was actually flashing magic light.

As the Immortal Venerable who taught the Dharma said, there is no difference between teachings.

"Om-"

The suppressed power oscillated, and Immortal Venerable showed a hint of regret on his face, looking up at the sky.

Above the sky, streaks of streamers shone down and were blocked by streaks of light curtains.

"Hmph, if the deity is not obstructed by the rules, you juniors can be destroyed in the palm of your hand."

With a cold snort, the light array in Immortal Venerable's hand slowly dissipated, and the surging power gradually disappeared.

His face and body reverted to that of an old man with white robes and white beards, without the previous fierce killing.

However, the stream of light outside the light curtain in the surrounding sky did not dissipate, and it was still agitated.

The display of that kind of power seems to be able to shatter the world with a single blow.

Those practitioners who stood up all raised their heads, their eyes flashed, and several of them had already turned their powers and seemed to be shooting.

"You guys are not as good as this kid." Immortal Venerable shook his head and waved his hand.

The stars shifted, the sky and the earth changed, and the surrounding void turned into nothingness.

This wave of sleeves seems to be a movement of thousands of miles, more like a changing world.

From beginning to end, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

From the moment he came here, the tyrannical power he felt completely surpassed his own cultivation and perception.

It was a world he had never touched, and a world he could not resist.

"Zhoutian in the God Realm has no chance to inherit Tao Hongjing's inheritance, so the deity will leave the Zhoutian God Realm." Immortal Venerable glanced at the people in front of him, his eyes narrowed.

"The world here is dependent on the realm of the gods. When you can control this world one day and break the barriers of the gods around the sky, it will be time to return to the gods."

"At that time, Zhoutian in the God Realm was just a mere mud pond."

Immortal Venerable opened his mouth with a proud look on his face.

Looking at the respectful people around him, he said lightly: "To fight against the gods Zhou Tian, ​​this killing formation is indispensable, how much have you mastered?"

"Reporting to Immortal Venerable, the disciple can understand the formation of 30%." A Taoist man with gray hair and a blue-grey robe in front raised his hand, and his fingertips turned lightly, turning into formation patterns.

The formation pattern appeared, and the surrounding void was already shaking.

A halo of killing power slammed into the surroundings.

Everyone was busy protecting their bodies with magical powers.

Only Han Muye sat there cross-legged, his body was full of qi and blood, and the phantom under the tyrant shone violently.

"It's not bad to remember 30%. This power of killing immortals can be defeated by Jinxian, and there is a chance to escape in front of Daluo." Immortal Venerable nodded and spoke softly.

The gray-robed old man had a happy expression on his face, and put away the pattern in his palm.

Several other people took action to practice, some mastered the 20% formation, and some learned other methods from it.

All in all, everyone has something to gain.

Immortal Venerable looked at Han Muye, who was sitting still, and said softly, "How much have you mastered this time?"

Hearing his question, everyone else turned to look at Han Muye.

How much to master?

Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, the light and shadow in his mind changed, and the huge and complicated superimposed pattern appeared.

But as soon as the formation came out, he was shocked and opened his eyes.

"Senior, this time, I can't control it."

If his cultivation is sufficient, Han Muye can completely reproduce this great formation, but with his current strength, even 1/10,000 of this formation cannot be reproduced.

If it is forcibly revealed, the only possibility is that the soul collapses and the body turns into powder.

Hearing that he couldn't grasp it, Immortal Venerable didn't say anything.

Others didn't care.

Their cultivation base can only comprehend a little, let alone Han Muye, the wild beast?

"Actually, this is also what the deity regrets." Immortal Venerable looked up and looked forward with a helpless look on his face.

"The inheritance of the deity is no worse than anyone else's, and it is not inferior to the supreme immortals that the Taoist sects do, but the Zhoutian Great Array is too difficult to grasp, and no one under the deity's sect can understand it."

His words made everyone bow their heads.

It is true that Immortal Venerable's strength is monstrous, and Zhou Tianzhen is also extremely strong.

But setting up this formation costs too much, and there are no disciples who can inherit it, which is very tasteless.

"Do you have a great wish to inherit the mantle of this deity?" Xianzun looked at everyone and said softly.

Inherit the mantle!

What an opportunity this is!

Han Muye turned to look at everyone, but no one nodded.

"Xianzun, the disciple is really stupid..." The old man who understood 30% Zhou Tianzhen said with shame on his face.

Others were also silent.

Disciples who teach the Fa are completely different from those who pass on the mantle.

Immortal Venerable sighed, waved his hand, and said lightly: "Let's go, let's go, if you have a fate, see you in 128,000 years."

Everyone looked at each other and bowed.

"Senior, this junior doesn't know why you want to leave the inheritance, and why you don't control a big power, but this junior has some suggestions."

At this moment, Han Muye, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly made a sound.

His words made everyone stunned and turned to look at him.

That Immortal Venerable also looked at him indifferently, and then said: "Tell me about it."

Han Muye stood up and bowed his hands.

Opportunity ahead, we must fight.

Maybe this senior's mantle involves hardships and dangers, and others don't want to take it, but Han Muye sees that since he is in the right place, if he doesn't accept this inheritance, he will give up the opportunity.

"Senior, although teaching the Fa is good, it is only a reference for the strong practitioners to cultivate. The junior thinks, the senior has taught the Fa for countless years, and he really admits that he is the disciple of the senior, and there should be not many."

Han Muye raised his head and said softly.

Those words made everyone around him froze slightly.

As Han Muye said, they were willing to get a chance to teach the Dharma, but they didn't want to really enter the sect of Immortal Venerable.

Immortal Venerable snorted lightly, but did not speak.

"Senior, since you are rewarding opportunities, why not be more thorough?"

"If the seniors can reward all kinds of treasures containing the Dao of Inheritance, so that practitioners in the world can have the opportunity to obtain them, and those who listen to the Tao can have treasures to protect themselves—"

Han Muye's eyes turned to the small case in front of Immortal Venerable.

Everyone else's eyes lit up.

Anything in the hands of Immortal Venerable is a treasure, and if it can be rewarded, one can also revitalize the sect.

Immortal Venerable's gaze fell on Han Muye, and a deep halo flashed in it.

"Well, these things are external to the deity."

"Let you practice in the fairy world, and I will always give you some treasures."

He raised his hand and waved, and the jade chimes, bronze bells, jade swords and other objects on the small case in front of him all flew out and landed in front of everyone.

Surprises appeared on the faces of those who were planning to leave.

Every treasure, for them, is a treasure that is hard to find in the world!

With such treasures to protect their bodies, their cultivation must be smooth.

Everyone raised their hands, one piece per person, to separate all kinds of treasures.

Immortal Venerable turned his head, looked at Han Muye who had not received a single item, and said lightly, "Your cultivation base is too shallow, you can't control these treasures."

"This deity's book of Taoism, you can take a look first."

"Listen to a sermon, this futon is for you."

The voice fell, Immortal Venerable raised his hand and smashed the scroll in his palm into the void.

The scroll turned into a golden stele of 100,000 zhang long, and pressed it hard on Han Muye's back.

Han Muye's body turned into the appearance of a divine beast, and a giant monument on his back flashed golden light.

After doing this, Immortal Venerable moved and dispersed gently.

From the beginning to the end, he did not say that he would accept Han Muye as a disciple, nor did he say that he would give him any treasures, but instead let him carry a 100,000-zhang stone tablet on his back.

"Hehe, these little brothers, if there is a chance in the future, you can come to my Tianyu Palace as a guest."

"Little brother, Tian will never forget today's chance."

Those overhauls who were assigned the treasures bowed their hands to Han Muye, who was pinned under the stone tablet, and flew away.

Han Muye couldn't move, his eyes fell on the jade-colored futon in front of him.

"The deity Tao Hongjing, named Immortal Venerable Tongtian, became enlightened before eleven kalpas, and was at odds with Zhoutian in the God Realm, so he became a self-contained one."

"I accept you as a disciple of this deity today, and take up the mantle, are you willing?"

Immortal Venerable's voice came from Han Muye's ear.

Before he could speak, Immortal Venerable's voice sounded again: "You can't keep this scroll and the futon, and the treasure that this deity really left to you will not be this thing."

"This deity will engrave the Zhoutian Formation on your back. When you understand how to control the Zhoutian Formation, you will be able to traverse the Zhoutian God Realm."

A faint golden light penetrated into the back armor of the divine beast that Han Muye had transformed into, and the mysterious halo slowly dissipated, and finally became invisible.

Han Muye was shocked, the golden aura that had been wrapping him shone, and it re-formed into a great teleportation formation, wrapping his body.

"Leave the Scroll Heaven Stele."

"Leave the futon given by Immortal Venerable before leaving."

In the void, a voice sounded.