Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 517 Killing the sword out of the scabbard, never dying (12)

The void shook, and the golden halo around Han Muye's body was instantly frozen.

Even the power that can break space and time is directly suppressed.

Han Muye's domineering figure is somewhere between fantasy and reality, and he can't move at all under the endless force.

This is the difference in absolute power. His cultivation base strength is not known by many orders of magnitude, just like the crushing of ants by giant dragons.

From stepping into the Heaven Realm to now, Han Muye has not felt this kind of helplessness over his own life and death for a long time.

The powerhouse in the void just shot at will, quelled the power of teleportation, and controlled his life and death in his hands.

In Han Muye's eyes, a strong spiritual light burst out.

This is an unyielding stubbornness.

"Everyone, after all, it is the person that Immortal Venerable fancy, let him go, but the treasure is obtained by those who have a fate."

In the void, another voice sounded, and a pair of illusory big hands grabbed the golden stone tablet on Han Muye's back.

Said to let Han Muye go, but he took the stone tablet first.

"Bam—"

The stele is full of cracks, and golden pages of paper can be seen flying in all directions.

These pages of paper with strange power are scattered, with illusory and mysterious power, like butterflies flying, and they are stunned by the broken stone tablet.

"Hmph, fellow Daoist Zhu You, you are also in a fairyland, so don't be so shameless?" Someone snorted coldly, and the same pair of illusory giant palms took it.

"Bam—"

The golden stone tablet finally shattered, and pages of paper were scattered.

A pair of big hands were revealed, and they came to fetch the pages.

Han Muye could only stare, watching these scrolls full of words being picked up by a few big hands.

On these pages, the words of this mysterious avenue were recorded, and the words flashed with brilliance, as if they were about to escape from the pages.

If you can comprehend the exercises and records on these scrolls, you will definitely be able to greatly improve your practice.

Maybe you can rely on one step to achieve the realm of Tianzun.

This was the chance that belonged to him, Han Muye, but at this moment, he could only helplessly watch these opportunities being snatched away.

Even if he stared at it with all his strength, he could only memorize a few words on the scrolls.

This kind of words of the Great Dao, which requires constant comprehension, cannot be understood at a glance.

The deprivation of opportunity made Han Muye angry.

Baxia, who was pressed under the phantom monument, roared, trying to break free.

The surrounding world is constantly changing and then shattering.

These people's competition did not care about Han Muye's life or death.

The collision of the two forces squeezed Ba Xia's body sandwiched in it, rubbing it like a piece of tissue paper.

"Hmph, it's just ants. Since there is resentment in your heart, then don't keep it." A large hand in the sky grabbed a golden sheet of paper, and pressed it on the top of Han Muye's tyrant.

The palm of the hand pressed down, and the paper page in the palm of the palm shone with golden light.

Han Muye stared at the golden sheet of paper, the text on it kept expanding and changing.

The palm fell like a sky, hitting the top of his head.

At this moment, his soul and body seemed to be crushed directly.

Can't sit still!

The power around him gathered, and the entire body was suppressed and unable to move, but his sword of primordial spirit could move.

"Roar--"

Ba Xia raised his head to the sky and hissed, and a blue-grey long sword shot out from the huge mouth and hit the palm above his head.

The long sword slammed into the golden paper, and the golden words twisted and flickered.

Han Muye understood and comprehended these words, but he was unable to exert his power.

But at this time, he can only fight with all his strength.

"Lingfeng, Tianluo."

"Three points, Yuan Dong."

Baxia whispered in his mouth, making a murmur that only he could understand.

The voice seemed to mobilize the power in the void, and the handwriting on the golden page responded and began to tremble.

The golden paper wraps the long sword, then turns into a golden blade, severing the giant palm.

In the void, some people let out a light whimper, and some people whispered.

Others chuckled.

The long sword that cut open the palm didn't stop, it rotated backwards and stabbed towards the other palms around it.

"Children are nasty."

"I don't know how high the sky is."

In the void, a voice whispered.

Those big hands spread out and grabbed towards the long sword.

It's just that the long sword suddenly turned and slashed down!

The sword's edge was clear and cold, and he slashed on the futon in front of Baxia, cutting the jade-colored futon in half.

"boom--"

Half of the jade-colored futon exploded directly, and a strange and agile force instantly filled the air, causing the space to float in the void.

The other half of the futon turned into blue light, wrapping Han Mu Yeba's lower body, carrying the only half of the monument, and the only remaining paper pages in the monument, breaking through the void, crossing the river of time, and disappearing. .

"Today's revenge, he must avenge from Japan and South Korea!"

In the void, Han Muye's voice revealed Sen Han's killing intent.

What an immortal golden immortal, robbing himself of his chance, seeing himself as an ant, and killing himself.

This great hatred, when he cultivates the Great Dao, will definitely be returned!

"boom--"

Ba Xia's body broke through the last barrier in the void and disappeared.

"This son is arrogant-"

"In the end, it is the person that Immortal Venerable takes a fancy to, and he has some skills."

"Cause and effect are settled, it depends on whether this kid can really kill him."

"Haha, it's easy, Honghuang dominates the next clan, it's just cutting the grass and eradicating the roots."

"It's useless, this child came from a long river of time, and it has a chance in itself. It is impossible to get rid of the Baxia clan."

"Try it, it's just a small group of divine beasts, what can it really do?"

The voices circulated in the void and finally dissipated.

...

When the stream of light in front of Han Muye dissipated and countless cyan breaths poured into him and merged into his bloodline, he had returned to the ruined wilderness.

Everything seems to be a dream.

But this is not a dream!

When he raised his head, he could see the broken stone tablet that was only a hundred feet high. The lines on it were the page left by Zhang Xianzun.

The Immortal Venerable Inheritance Scroll, there are only less than one hundred and one left.

The blood flowed, and he could feel a pattern behind him.

Weekly Array!

With the power of the Immortal Venerable as a guide, engraved on the back armor of the beast tyrant, the power of this array is stimulated, and it can kill the Immortal God!

In his body, a blue-grey aura was constantly intertwined, traveling through the meridians, with coolness and peace.

That is the power contained in half a futon.

The other half of this force burst, directly breaking the confinement of the powerful immortal.

The remaining power of the futon carried Han Muye through time and space, and there was still a trace left.

As far as the remaining power in this futon is concerned, in Han Muye's view, it is more than ten times the power that comes from his own cultivation!

This power is nurtured in his body, and he can feel the fusion of blood power and his own cultivation realm.

origin!

This power is the source of the power of the heavens and the earth, and it is formed by the aggregation and refining of the power extracted from Zhoutian of the God Realm!

The level of this power is many times higher than that of Han Muye's current cultivation.

Han Muye's expression became more and more gloomy as he experienced the changes in the passage of this power in his body.

Originally, I owned an entire futon and inherited it from the Immortal Venerable, but now, the inheritance is scattered, and the futon has only a trace of its origin.

It's all those guys who robbed their chances!

A strong killing intent appeared on Han Muye's body.

This kind of opportunity, this life will not necessarily come again, it was just robbed!

"Wait, I will definitely grab everything that belongs to me." Han Muye gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

It wasn't until this moment that Han Muye realized that he couldn't be so aloof.

Whether it is the treasure house of the god emperor or the supreme treasure, he has never felt distressed when it is sent out.

But this time, he was distressed.

If the inheritance in the stele is intact, and the source in the futon is not lost, how many detours will he have to take!

"Om-"

In his mind, the shock of the sword of the primordial spirit warned him, making him tremble.

As if a basin of cold water was poured down on his head, the flames in Han Muye's eyes instantly dissipated.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the black illusory figure not far away.

"Demon?"

I don't know when, I have been attacked by the demon, almost lost my mind, and was controlled by anger and killing intent.

If it wasn't for the fact that his state of mind was already profound and his primordial spirit condensed into essence, he would have lost his ego and turned into a monster who only knew how to kill.

Immortal Venerable has said that he can't keep the inheritance of the heaven monument and the futon. He can keep so much, which is already extremely fortunate.

But the tyrannical power invaded his mind just now, and he became delusional.

"Devil?" The black figure in front stepped forward slowly, with a slight smile on his face.

This is a young man wearing a black robe with a pale face.

"Perhaps, our family has always been treated as a demon."

The young man looked at the broken stone tablet behind Han Muye, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

A trace of resentment and murderous intent flashed on him.

"It's this thing that has suppressed me for millions of years."

"Those rubbish, smashed the wasteland, and didn't even find my position, so I wasted such a long time in vain."

The young man gritted his teeth and roared, the halo in his eyes turned crimson, scales appeared on his body, and behind him, a pair of black wings spread out.

Han Muye could see that this young man had a shadow similar to the power of the Spirit Armor demon clan, as well as the power of a demon cultivator.

Not only that, the power of this young man actually has the same origin as that of the demon powerhouse when he was listening to Immortal Venerable preaching today.

"Unfortunately, I don't like Baxia's bloodline."

The young man with his wings spread out, and he appeared above Han Muye's head.

He raised his head and screamed, and in an instant, the blue-gray power of the entire wasteland vibrated.

This is an existence powerful enough to suppress the reckless waste!

I am afraid that this power has already surpassed the endless Heavenly Venerate who has stepped on the power of transcendence!

Han Muye's expression was extremely solemn.

He understands why all the creatures in the wasteland are low-minded.

It was because he was disturbed by this strong man who had been pressed under the monument.

When Manghuang was complete, its power could not be wielded. When Manghuang collapsed, the strong man was exhausted, and the source of the flood was extracted, the strong man would quietly change Manghuang.

It can be said that the old wasteland is now the dojo of this strong man!

"boom--"

In the distance, figures fell one after another.

Regardless of whether it was a listening voice or a unicorn, all those strong beasts and beasts were full of fear.

From a few days ago, they sensed the invasion of a powerful force and had to flee.

But I didn't expect that I would not be able to escape.

"This is the legendary Moruo clan!" Qilin looked at the young man who spread his wings and said in a deep voice.

"It's the Moruo tribe who betrayed Honghuang, fell into the abyss, and chose the dark power?" Chen Qingzhi clenched the long knife in his hand, staring at the gray-black power surrounding the youth.

The power made his heart palpitate.

It seems that as long as the youth spread their wings, they all have to die.

"Too weak." The young man looked around with a look of regret on his face.

He clenched his fist lightly, and all the divine beasts slumped to the ground, as if their hearts were pinched.

Han Muye only felt that the power of his own blood was involved, and the power of the tyrant had to be extracted.

This is the suppression of blood power, indicating that the opponent's cultivation level of blood power is too high.

It cannot be resisted by the power of divine beasts!

Han Muye's body moved, the power of the divine beast spread into his body, and then he flew up.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light converged, and the edge shone, stabbing the young man standing in the air.

"It's interesting." The young man smiled lightly, raised his hand, and popped his fingers.

"when--"

The long sword collided with his fingertips, Han Muye froze, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The young man also trembled slightly and took a step back unconsciously.

Surprised on his face, the young man raised his head to look at Han Muye: "In this low-level world, there is still a master of swordsmanship like you."

"rare."

After a pause, a cold glow erupted in his eyes: "I hate Jian Xiu the most."

The palm of his hand stretched out, directly tearing through the void and appearing on Han Muye's shoulder.

This blow is not only fast, but also breaks the limit of space.

Han Muye was completely unable to avoid it.

With this palm clasped, he will surely die.

"break."

The long sword was raised, Han Muye let out a low drink, and the void burst open.

In an instant, the 10-zhang radius was chaotic.

The palm that originally fell on Han Muye's shoulder was photographed three feet away, making a rippling ripple in the void, and then dissipating.

The blow of the Shattered Void failed to succeed, and the young man looked at Han Muye with a serious flash in his eyes.

The wings on his back trembled slightly, and in his hands, a slender sword of black feathers appeared.

"The last person who asked me to use the sword was the guy from the Xuanling Sword Sect."

"In this rubbish place, there are still people who can let me use a sword, what a goddamn bastard."

The young man's face showed impatience, and the sword in his hand was drawn towards Han Muye's head.

This sword seems to be an understatement.

But not far away, Qilin and others all widened their eyes.

In front of them, Han Muye's body was folded by countless spaces, and then torn apart.

But the torn void was instantly restored.

The overlap of time and space, what they see is the scene after one ten thousandth of a breath.

"That guy can't stop this sword. If it hadn't borrowed the power of the Jiuyuan Pagoda, I would have been able to peel him off." The young man snorted coldly and looked at Han Muye under the black sword light.

The next moment, he stayed there.

Behind Han Muye, a nine-story sword tower appeared.

On the ninth-story sword tower, the faint sword light resisted the folding of the space, and absorbed this power into it.

"Fuck, the inheritance of the Xuanling Sword Sect—"

"wrong!"

Before the young man could finish his words, he was already staring at the golden light flashing on Han Muye's sword of primordial spirit.

His whole body trembled, his wings wrapped directly around his body, he threw away the black sword in his hand, and shouted: "Young Master, spare your life—"

In front of him, Han Muye's Primordial Spirit Sword came out of his body.

On the gray-black sword body, the remaining golden lines are interlaced.

This pattern is the handwriting on the golden paper pierced by the long sword.

At the beginning, Han Muye softly recited this handwriting.

"Lingfeng, Tianluo."

"Three points, Yuan Dong."

"boom--"

The air of slaughter floated in the sky, the golden aura burst, and the world trembled for thousands of miles.

This killing opportunity that emerged from the bottom of his heart made the young man's already pale face no longer bloody.

"Murderous Condensation Sword, this inheritance-"

The young man gritted his teeth with a look of remorse: "I'm just a cheap rider. I kill my sword and pull it out of its sheath, and I won't return if I die."

He looked up to the sky and shouted, "With my demon spirit, sacrifice the sword—"

At this moment, countless creatures in the entire wasteland passed through the layers of space, blocking Han Muye's sword of primordial spirit.

"Thorn-"

The blue-grey Slaughter Sword pierced the endless void, and the blood of countless creatures stained the sword body red, and then was swallowed by the long sword.

The long sword touched the young man's forehead, making him tremble.

"Young Master, do you still remember the Immortal Venerable Tongtian who taught you the Fa five million years ago?"

"Our Moruo tribe is under the command of Immortal Venerable."

"I, I'm here to find the young master in charge of the Moruo clan, kill Zhoutian God Realm, and rescue the Immortal Venerable who was imprisoned in Shenyuan Temple!"

Looking at Han Muye and the sword between his brows, the young man whispered in a trembling voice.