Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 518: A Journey Through Five Million Years (22)

Five million years.

Han Muye never expected that the previous teleportation would span five million years.

He was overtaken by the Heaven Monument to cross the river of time, teleported to five million years ago, and accepted an unimaginable opportunity.

Slowly retracting the sword, the blood-colored long sword trembled slightly.

The stacked void vibrated and flew back.

But at least half of the creatures in that space were killed by a sword.

Just now, Han Muye used the killing sword to kill half of the life in the old land!

With this half-life sacrifice, Han Muye could feel the majestic and surging power coming from the long sword.

This is his own strength that is difficult to do.

It was also the tyrannical surging in this long sword that made him believe the words of the young man in front of him.

Under such a sword, the young man not only did not fight hard, but instead sacrificed the creatures who had invaded for countless years to sacrifice the sword for himself.

The slaughtering sword after the sacrifice and refining, the power surging on it, can already directly kill young people.

"Xianzun is imprisoned?" The long sword dissipated and returned to Han Muye's mind.

He frowned and looked at the young man.

The grace of spreading the Fa, even if there is no apprenticeship, is still a cause and effect.

Just like how he learned the ten thousand swords to return to the sect under Mo Yuan's sect, Han Muye respected Mo Yuan as his teacher from beginning to end.

If Immortal Venerable is really in trouble, he will not care.

The young man nodded, turned his head to look at the unicorn and other beasts, and his eyes showed killing intent.

"They are my best friends." Han Muye let out a low voice.

The killing intent in the youth's eyes dissipated, and with a wave of his hand, the power of imprisonment in the void dissipated invisible.

Xiang Lingshuang, holding two curved swords, rushed forward. The other Qilin and the others also took a step forward and stood beside Han Muye.

They did not understand the conversation between Han Muye and the youth just now.

Their souls were infested, and it was hard to resist.

They only saw that Han Muye fought with each other recklessly, and then stopped each other.

Victory or defeat, they did not see.

"Young Master, let's talk in another place." The young man whispered to Han Muye, then spread his hands, the gray halo behind him gathered and turned into a green grassland.

Among the grasslands, several tall megalithic palaces stand.

"It's the Wild Bull Wasteland!"

"Back then, it was the largest grassland in the wilderness, a place with lush water and grass that all tribes have been seeking."

Behind Han Muye, many divine beasts recognized the grassland, and they all whispered.

Many mythical beasts showed nostalgia on their faces.

The young man raised his hand and bowed slightly towards Han Muye.

Han Muye was not polite, he stepped out and landed on the wasteland.

A vast and distant breath rushed towards him, the fragrance of green grass intertwined with the pure power of tyranny.

Outside the giant stone palace, there were quite a few exotic beasts roaming, basking in the sun leisurely, and when they saw Han Muye coming, they all raised their heads vigilantly.

Behind Han Muye, the young man fell and whispered, "Young Master, please come with me."

He took a step and led Han Muye directly into the hall.

Qilin, Ji Ting and others flew down, all took a deep breath, and then looked at the various beasts and beasts outside the hall in surprise.

"hold head high--"

"Roar--"

The chaotic roar sounded, and those divine beasts and alien beasts rushed forward excitedly.

Some manifested in human form, while others stepped on the ground on all fours, rushing towards them with a roar.

"Haha, I didn't expect my Yuxi family to survive!" An old man with a single horn on his head shouted with tears in his eyes.

"This, this is the descendant of my Golden Sword Antelope? How is it possible, didn't they all perish when the wilderness collapsed..." A hunched old man with cloudy eyes trembled and whispered.

These mythical beasts and beasts who are chasing the wild old land, they just want to come back to find some treasures. They never thought that there are their own ethnic groups in the wild old land.

Back then, when the wilderness collapsed, they all saw their own ethnic groups destroyed and their homes shattered.

Most of them are protecting the elites of all ethnic groups from stepping into the wasteland. Once they left, they never came back.

"Ting Ting, what's going on?" Qilin turned to look at Ting Ting with excitement flashing on his face.

Ahead, several people from their clan came slowly.

There are still unicorns in the world.

How can you not like this?

"Some things, who can tell?" Ting Ting shook his head, turned his head and walked to the side.

He is a little lonely.

The ethnic groups here do not listen to the clan.

The truth is that the ethnic group is sparse, and when the wilderness was complete, there were not many.

"Ting listen? The place where your clan elder rests is in front, and he left a message for you." Suddenly, a strange beast with branch-like horns on its head looked at Ting and shouted loudly.

Zhen Ting, who turned around and walked away, trembled all over, and turned his head slowly, his face full of surprise and excitement.

"No wonder, clan elder..."

He moved and ran forward.

In the main hall, Han Muye stood behind the stone steps, watching the appearance of people from different races, beasts, and beasts.

"You protect these ethnic groups, not all because you can see such a scene one day, right?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly.

Behind him, the young man nodded with a chuckle: "What the young master said is that I can keep their bloodlines pure so that I can continue to infect them and obtain their own family."

Very direct and candid.

Also brutal.

No one gives alms for nothing.

These reckless tribes can survive only because they are still useful.

Han Muye did not speak.

Whether it is in the world of practice or the world of the mundane, when the veil of tenderness is peeled off, which thing is not so pale and cold?

You can live because you are still useful.

A race can live, too.

Unless, you can be the one who controls everything.

"Tell me about the Immortal Venerable." Han Muye turned his head and walked towards the depths of the hall.

The main hall is made up of huge limestone blocks, vicissitudes of life, rough and simple.

There are various runes engraved on many stones, vigorous and mysterious, and the power of the thread emerges.

This hall should be the legacy of a certain ethnic group in the wild era.

"Young Master, my name is Zhu Ling, and I am from the Moruo tribe."

"Actually, our family was just driven out of the God Realm by Zhoutian's great sect in the God Realm, and it was just living in the Quartet."

A young man named Zhu Ling stood in the hall and told Han Muye everything he knew.

The Zhoutian of the God Realm is the real cultivation center, the source of the known cultivation world, and the most powerful place in the known cultivation universe.

"Immortal Realm? That's just a poor person locked out of the God Realm." When Zhu Ling said this, he paused slightly and shook his head: "My Moruo clan is also."

In the Zhoutian of the God Realm, there are various great forces, and the strongest among them is the Immortal Venerable Realm that surpasses the Daluo Golden Immortal.

"There are only human beings and immortals in this world. Those who can surpass human beings and immortals are very rare."

"As for the immortal world, Tianxian is also a master, but there are Jinxian and Da Luo on it."

"In the Zhoutian of the God Realm, Daluo Jinxian can control one side of the power, and Daluo Xianjun is the strong one. Above Daluo Xianjun is Xianzun, Daluo Xianzun."

Zhu Ling had a longing look on his face, but he shook his head with a wry smile: "It's too far, I don't dare to think about it."

Immortals are the end of this world, and a few people can surpass them. Powerhouses such as Endless Heavenly Venerate have already stepped into this realm.

Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Daluo.

The realm of Daluo, known as Luo Tianshang Xian, is divided into Daluo Jinxian, Daluo Xianjun, until the strongest realm, Daluo Xianzun.

Every realm is a world.

Han Muye was killed by those immortals in the place where he heard the Dao, and at least one of them was an immortal.

The overwhelming power of crushing and imprisoning from the body to the soul is completely beyond his ability to compete.

The power of this power is unimaginable.

"Young Master, Immortal Venerable is imprisoned, and it has something to do with you." Zhu Ling looked at Han Muye with a complicated look on his face, and a slight chuckle.

Tao Hongjing, the Immortal Venerable Tongtian, is an anomaly in the Zhoutian God Realm.

He has been traversing for thousands of years, but he has not established his own power.

The Zhou Tian Great Array inherited in his hands is said to be capable of suppressing the God Realm, but it cannot be deployed at all.

Because it costs too much.

Immortal Venerable Tongtian preached the Dharma around the heavens in the God Realm, and after all parties compromised, let him preach once every 128,000 years.

Originally, such an immortal venerable powerhouse wandered around the heavens in the God Realm, and no one cared about it, no one cared.

Immortal Venerable Tongtian has teachings and no distinctions, and most people who listen to the Tao only regard it as a chance.

But five million years ago, when Immortal Venerable taught the Fa, something suddenly changed.

Immortal Venerable Tongtian suddenly became generous after teaching the Dharma, and formed good karma. All kinds of treasures that he had collected to set up the Zhoutian Great Array were scattered.

In the eyes of other practitioners, the treasures that immortals like him can look up to are the existence of treasures.

Listening to a lecture is all it takes, and getting rewarded with treasures is a little different.

Immortal Venerable Tongtian strays from the gods around the world, and has set foot in all the immortal worlds, and then passes on the law to send treasures.

The name of Tongtian Immortal Venerable Duobao Immortal Venerable has also been passed down to all immortal worlds, and it is circulated in the heavens of the gods.

Hearing what Zhu Ling said, Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

The matter of distributing treasures was Han Muye's suggestion.

Unexpectedly, Tongtian Immortal Venerable really accepted the opinion, and scattered the treasures collected for countless years, sending out various opportunities.

For more than a million years, unconsciously, people from all immortal worlds who consider themselves to be Immortal Venerable disciples abound.

Powerhouses with all kinds of treasure opportunities are connected with each other, and the forces behind them are united, and they have become giants before they know it.

By the time the great forces of Zhoutian in the God Realm reacted, Immortal Venerable Tongtian had already become something that everyone feared.

"That battle shattered the Ten Directions Immortal Territory, and the entire heaven of the gods was smashed into a corner." Zhu Ling's eyes flickered, as if he had seen the battle against the sky with his own eyes.

Countless immortals besieged Zhoutian, the gods, breaking the barrier of the gods. The hidden forces in the gods responded, and Immortal Tongtian used the power of the treasures scattered at the beginning to set up half of the Zhoutian Great Array.

In the end, thirteen Immortal Venerables took action and broke the Zhou Tian Formation.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable was also imprisoned in Shenyuan Temple.

But the barrier of the immortal gods was broken, and the powerhouses who stepped into the realm of the gods from all sides were hidden, and no one knew when the next wave would start.

No one can tell who has Zhou Tianxianzun's treasure in his hands, who has received Zhoutianxianzun's inheritance, and who is hidden from the fairyland.

Almost every ten thousand years, practitioners gather outside the Shenyuan Temple.

Those powerful people in the realm of the gods imprisoned Immortal Venerable Tongtian. On the one hand, it is because Immortal Venerable is too strong. I don't know how many backhands are left. Killing them directly may lead to even greater troubles.

On the other hand, Zhou Tianzhen's power is displayed, and everyone wants to get its complete inheritance.

It's a pity that Immortal Venerable Tongtian kept his mouth shut.

"Someone pointed out that when you listened to Immortal Venerable teaching the Fa, Young Master, you may have obtained the complete inheritance of Immortal Venerable."

Zhu Ling looked up at Han Muye and spoke softly.

Someone point it out?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

He has traveled five million years to listen to Immortal Venerable teaching the Fa. Apart from those who were there, who else knew that he was there?

Those people not only robbed him of his chance, but also killed him.

"Young Master, the entire God Realm Zhoutian, all the Immortal Realms are looking for you for more than three million years." Zhu Ling grinned.

Who would have thought that this Yizang was five million years old?

In the entire cultivation universe, for five million years, even if the sky is torn apart and the earth is dug three feet, there is no news of this man.

Some of the people who accepted the teaching together with Han Muye back then quietly joined the great sect in the God Realm and were reused, and some held a high position in the Immortal Realm and had huge influence.

These people are also looking for Han Muye.

The Xuanling Sword Sect is the big sect in the immortal world above this world. Among them, the strong fought Zhu Ling and returned with serious injuries. Zhu Ling himself was suppressed by the monument.

Zhu Ling couldn't tell where the monument came from.

The legend of the Heavenly Stele of the Overlord Clan, I don't know when it started.

"Jiuyuan Pagoda is the chance given by Immortal Venerable."

"The sect master of the Xuanling Sword Sect listened to the sermon under the throne of Xianzun."

Zhu Ling's words reminded Han Muye of the sword cultivator who listened to the sermon together.

I don't know if this is it?

Han Muye did not expect that he would become the person that countless worlds are looking for, and he has been looking for five million years.

Sure enough, the shocking opportunity is bound to be accompanied by shocking hardships.

He felt a chill down his spine when he thought about the strength of the enemy he would encounter if he went to the Immortal Realm, to the God Realm, and his identity was revealed.

Even if he is a sword cultivator, he is not afraid of challenges, but he does not want to challenge the entire cultivation universe with one sword and one person...

There are still thousands of miles of ruined world left in the Mangniu Wasteland. Some of the mythical beasts that followed Han Muye chose to stay here.

Qilin and the others chose to take their clan and follow Han Muye away.

But to leave here is not to use a flying boat to cross the void, but to use the teleportation circle set up by Han Muye to teleport directly and long-distance.

The group that teleports away will be stationed in a star world outside the upper heaven, and then slowly find a star world suitable for survival and multiply.

Han Muye didn't care much about the follow-up matters, Chen Qingzhi and the others were more concerned than Han Muye.

After being directly teleported back to the Heavenly Domain, Han Muye retreated in Yuntian Medicine Valley for the first time.

This trip to find the monument has touched and influenced him too much.

Immortal Venerable's chance is close to the hostility of the entire God Realm and Immortal Realm. He needs to think about and sort out what to do in the future.

Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, the sword light converged, and the blue-gray Killing Sword was suspended in front of him, with a golden streamer flashing on it, and the slightest tinge of blood flowing.

Han Muye's eyes showed a deep halo.

He has only used this long sword full of killing opportunities so far.

With one sword, he slashed half of the creatures in the wild old land, and almost killed Zhu Ling, who was already in the fairyland.

The sword of killing can kill immortals.

But now, this sword can no longer appear.

Because, in the place where Immortal Venerable preached, Han Muye used this sword to smash the palm of the immortal who wanted to kill him, and smashed the futon.

This sword, someone in the fairy world recognizes it.

Not only this sword, but also his bloodline can no longer be used.

At the beginning, those people had seen his tyrannical body.

Fortunately, after five million years, those people are already high above, far away in the Immortal Realm and God Realm, and they will not pay attention to him as a small mortal practitioner.

"Om-"

In front of Han Muye, a golden nine-story sword tower appeared.