Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Two torrents collided in front of a rocky mountain.

For a moment, the roar exploded, and the world seemed to be torn apart.

Above the mountain peak is a golden gate of light, one hundred feet high and thirty feet wide.

After passing through the light gate, one can step into the second level of the secret realm.

It is said that the second secret realm has stronger monsters and different beasts, and the suppression power is also greater.

The bloodline power in it can also have a greater chance to stimulate the awakening of the Golden Crow's bloodline.

Han Muye and Shang Zhenju flew out and stood in front of the light gate.

The power of the bloodline of the Golden Crow clan was stimulated and turned into a phantom of the Golden Crow.

There are only four human true spirits on this first floor, no stronger than the three of them.

As long as they can deal with it, they can even fight back.

The individual strength of the Jinwu tribe surpasses that of the human race.

Even before the mountain peak, those human armies could not give full play to their battle advantages, and the 60,000 Golden Crow elites could slowly wipe out these human armies.

"boom--"

The army collided, and the golden light and the lights of various spirits shone.

Up to now, the human army has no longer concealed, and the power of the original spirits they have cultivated has also burst out.

Blue wolves, black panthers, and black bears have the most beast spirits with both strength and speed.

There are also many strange beasts such as the one-horned evil dragon and the cloud-patterned black tiger.

Generally speaking, in terms of the strength of Yuan Ling alone, the human race cannot compare with the golden crow, the divine beast of the Jinwu clan.

However, Han Muye knows that the advantage of the human race lies in the fact that they are large and united, and they can use the lowest price to obtain the greatest benefit.

"kill!"

With the long sword in hand, Han Muye's Golden Crow True Spirit shone from behind and rushed forward.

The four true spirits of the human race glanced at each other, and two of them flew to stop them.

The other two played against Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu.

The long sword in Han Muye's hand fluttered, each time the sword was thrust out, it caused the power of heaven and earth to gather.

The two true spirits of the human race looked dignified.

Although Han Muye didn't show off the battle armor that could blast and kill true spirits at this time, they had already treated this sword skill seriously.

Han Muye swung the sword in his hand, and became familiar with the power of the True Spirit Realm.

His sword light also continued to extend from the initial Baizhang.

True Spirit Realm is the Realm of Immortal Venerable, where power is controlled, and the rules have been touched.

Xianjun pays attention to luck, while Xianzun pursues rules.

Only the immortal master who controls the rules can have the opportunity to survive the calamity.

When Han Muye communicated with Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang, he discovered that the true spirits in the Great Wasteland would only be able to control the rules at the second turn.

That is to say, the combat power of an ordinary true spirit is only comparable to that of an immortal who has just joined the immortal and has not yet mastered the rules.

Surpassing the immortal king, but in the hands of the veteran immortal master, he has no power to resist.

The fighting strength of those immortals who have survived the calamity is even more unpredictable.

Although Han Muye has come into contact with several immortals, and even attacked the incarnation of Minghe, he knows that the power of a truly tyrannical immortal is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary true spirits.

At this time, he was facing the two true spirit realms, the sword in his hand was shining brightly, and each move carried the power of this space, turning into the Golden Crow Divine Flame, burning the surrounding world.

The two true spirit realms were in front of him, and they retreated, not daring to confront him.

"boom--"

Slashing with a sword, a golden red fire cloud covered a hundred miles around.

Standing at the center of the flame, Han Muye suddenly trembled.

rule!

Fire rules!

This is the flame rule contained in the Golden Crow Divine Flame!

It turns out that it is not that there is no control of the power of rules in the wilderness, but it is not necessary.

In the Great Desolation Era, power was rough and control was imprecise.

But power is power, and the power of rules has long been integrated into it, but it has not been refined.

At this time, his long sword continued to guide, and finally stimulated the subtleties of that power, separating out a trace of rules.

flame.

For the Golden Crow's power, the power of flame is the lowest level.

If the Golden Crow was just a flame, it would not be possible for it to hang high in the sky and become the master of the heaven and earth avenue in this world.

"The power of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow can control the rules of fire."

"This kind of control rule is completely different from the previous rule power that can only charge a little."

Pointing forward with the long sword in his hand, Han Muye whispered softly.

He could feel the surrounding flames flowing with his mind.

Within a hundred miles, all the flames obeyed his orders.

"So there were gods of various powers in ancient times, because they controlled the rules of this power."

"Just like this, at this time!"

Han Muye raised the long sword in his hand.

Hundreds of miles of flames converged into swords.

Slash down with the long sword!

"boom--"

Thousands of miles away, the flames are soaring!

Take control, rule of fire!

In Han Muye's body, the power of rules entangled.

Although the power of rules he mastered before cannot be used in Fangxu Realm, it can be rapidly improved after being controlled by the rules of fire.

This is the traction of its own power.

"Go back!"

In front of Han Muye, the two true spirits couldn't stop them, they could only retreat.

As soon as they retreated, the other two true spirits of the human race did not dare to stay any longer. With a shout, they led the army back thousands of miles.

This battle lasted only two hours, and the Golden Crows who were blocking the second-floor light gate were all victorious.

Seeing the human army that had lost many corpses and receded, there was cheering in front of the mountain.

"The patriarch Han is really brave." Shang Zhenjue looked at Han Muye and sighed softly.

Who could have imagined that one person could fight against two true spirits for the first time, and even make them retreat? This level of combat power?

Zhang Chenyang also nodded with admiration.

For such a character, the realm of cultivation in the future is limitless.

When the human race retreated, Han Muye and the three of them sat cross-legged outside the golden light gate.

According to their plan, they will not enter the second floor for the time being, and just stay here to wear down the power of the human race.

This place is not suitable for a human army to deploy, and the four true spirit powerhouses cannot shake the three of them.

Staying here, the odds are great.

Taking advantage of the retreat of the human race, Han Muye hurriedly meditated to adjust his breath.

In front of him, golden lights rose up, enveloping him.

It is difficult for outsiders to detect his state.

"Om—"

In the palm of his hand, a golden light emerged.

In this golden light is the True Spirit Golden Crow that he cultivated.

His true spirit was completely gathered by the Golden Crow Divine Flame.

On the other side, a pair of black battle armor fell in front of him.

Prehistoric armor.

Golden flames covered the Primordial Armor, allowing him to feel the power awakening in the armor.

What makes Honghuangjia really powerful is not how strong the spiritual materials it uses, nor how powerful its forging techniques are.

Hong Huang Jia and Hong Huang Zhan Puppet are the same way, the more powerful the power absorbed in it, the stronger the power it will show later.

Thinking of the war puppet, Han Muye didn't know where the Tushen war puppet was now.

However, the soul of God Slayer War Puppet is powerful, so it is not difficult to wake up.

The power of the true spirit and the Hong Huangjia grind each other, making Han Muye's aura even more dignified.

With the help of Honghuangjia, the combat power he can display is also much stronger.

In a world like the Great Wasteland, overly complicated moves are useless.

In the True Spirit Realm, as for the Taoism that borrows the power of the heaven and the earth, those various swordsmanship that harness the power of the heaven and the earth are useless.

In the face of too powerful a force, the physical body, the bloodline, and the struggle of inherited power are all real.

One ounce of strength can smash a piece of heaven and earth, this is a strong man.

Han Muye has understood this principle since the time when he first refined the body of the dragon crocodile.

Whether it is the Great Desolation or the Great Desolation, it is all a contest of true absolute power.

This kind of power is a combination of countless middle attribute powers, and the powerful ones can be smashed to pieces.

"Boom—"

The light array around him exploded, and Han Muye flew up.

In the distance, the human race came again.

This time, the war condensed into a golden armored general, holding a long-handled battle ax, rushing towards the mountain peak.

Han Muye, Shang Zhenju and the others did not hesitate, they flew directly and collided with those golden armored generals.

"boom--"

Han Muye smashed the phantom of the general in front of him with one punch.

The strength of his boxing made Zhang Chenyang click his tongue.

In less than half an hour of the first battle, the human army retreated again.

If it wasn't for Han Muye who was slowly trying to figure out the combination of his own power and the Honghuangjia, as well as his realization of the power of the true spirit realm, even if the two true spirits were in front of him, he would be able to repel them.

Of course, it is very difficult for the two true spirits of the human race to seriously injure and kill them.

"Patriarch Han, I don't know this boxing technique, maybe I can learn it?" Zhang Chenyang walked up to Han Muye, bowed and said.

Shang Zhenyu's eyes lit up, and he looked at Han Muye expectantly.

"They're all from my Golden Crow clan, so they can naturally learn from them."

Han Muye smiled.

For the next ten days, Han Muye taught Zhang Chenyang and the others Potianquan.

Not only the two Golden Crow True Spirit Realm masters, but also the other powerhouses are also very interested in Han Muye's boxing technique, and they all come to learn it.

Apart from Han Muye, Han Jin, Han Dingyi, and everyone from Zhuo Yuan's department also practiced this boxing technique.

Of course, in terms of boxing proficiency, Han Muye is the only one who can use the Potianquan to condense into a fist.

In the past ten days, the human army came to attack and kill several times, but they all returned with discarded helmets and armor.

Especially when Shang Zhen's Prison Cultivator became more proficient at breaking the sky fist, and the power of the boxing technique became more powerful, and one person could suppress the opponent's true spirit.

In this way, the battle is even more instant.

The human army is even more hesitant.

According to Han Muye's calculations, as long as another month passes, the human army will slowly wear down, and there will be no combat power.

Even the four true spirit powerhouses would be in a mess.

This is the secret place of the Golden Crow Clan!

The longer these people of the human race stay here, the more dangerous they are.

When the army of the Golden Crow tribe came in from outside, or if a strong man stepped in, they would die without a place to bury them.

The Jinwu tribe is not a small tribe, so it is impossible to turn a blind eye to the over one hundred thousand human army mixed into their secret place, so many true spirit realms.

For Han Muye and the others, one more day of defense would give them a better chance of winning.

For the human race, if they stay for one more day, their crisis will increase.

"Om—"

Above the sky, in the endlessly dark space, a golden light suddenly flashed.

The golden light seemed to be a crack torn from the outside.

Before the mountain peak, everyone looked up with excitement on their faces.

"It's my Golden Crow clan powerhouse!"

"The strong men of the Golden Crow tribe are finally coming in!"

Countless elites of the Golden Crow clan shouted loudly.

How desperate they are in this secret place is completely unimaginable to outsiders.

Facing the army of the human race, facing so many true spirits of the human race.

If it weren't for Patriarch Han Muye's efforts to turn the tide, they would have all died here already.

"Where is the Shang Town Prison—"

In the void, a thunderous sound sounded.

An illusory golden face emerged.

"Shang Zhen Prison pays homage to Elder Shang Jian!" Shang Zhen Prison took a step forward and shouted.

The person who came was the elder of their Shang Tang Department, a powerhouse who had reached the peak of the second turn of the true spirit.

"Shang Zhen Prison, Zhiyang City was attacked and killed by a strong human race. City Lord He desperately destroyed the altar. After ten days, the Sun Seizing Conference will end."

In the sky, Shang Jian's words made everyone's eyes widen.

Zhiyang City was attacked and killed, and the altar was destroyed.

The human race actually dispatched strong men to attack Zhiyang City!

City Lord He is in the realm of the second turn of the true spirit, and he can't even resist it.

How strong is the human race?

The altar is destroyed, can they still get out?

"You need to go through the third level of the secret realm within ten days, get the approval of my Jinwu clan seniors, and leave the ancient Jinwu God Court ruins."

Golden Crow Divine Court!

There is a big city built countless thousands of years ago by the predecessors of the Jinwu tribe.

But there have been ruins, and it is occupied by humans!

How could it be possible to leave the Golden Crow Divine Court!

Shang Zhenyu's face turned pale immediately.

Not only him, but all the Jinwu people were pale.

"Senior, we are leaving from the Golden Crow Divine Court, are you ready to meet us?"

Han Muye's voice suddenly sounded.

He didn't say whether he could go out, or how to go out, but asked what preparations he had outside after going out.

In the sky, the face revealed by the light curtain showed a strange color, and Elder Shang Jian's eyes fell on Han Muye.

"That's right, we will raid the old site of the God Court under the leadership of the Great Elder and the Patriarch in ten days' time."

"If you don't come back that day, there's nothing we can do."

In the void, there was a trace of helplessness in Elder Shangjian's voice.

Under the mountain, everyone was silent.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no other way, Elder Shang Jian would not have said such a thing.

Here, there are tens of thousands of elites of the Golden Crow Clan.

Here, there are core descendants of the clan like Shang Zhenyu.

If the elites of the Golden Crow tribe were lost here, they might not be able to recover their vitality for countless years to come.

Who else would dare to participate in the Seizing the Sun Conference in the future?

The inheritance of the Golden Crow Clan is likely to be cut off immediately.

"Don't worry, if you really can't leave this time, just cultivate in the secret place for a hundred years, and our three clans will definitely open the secret place again—"

Elder Shangjian's voice faded away, and the golden crack in the void also closed.

For these elites of the Golden Crow tribe, this was really a bolt from the blue.

Countless people sat slumped on the ground, as if their bones had been extracted.

Who would dare to say that being able to cross the third level in ten days requires the approval of the seniors of the Golden Crow tribe.

For countless tens of thousands of years, how many have been recognized by the true spirits and remnants of the seniors of the Jinwu clan?

As for secret cultivation, that is even more impossible.

Everyone knows that the power of death in the secret place will contaminate the body, and after a long time, everyone will lose their minds and become like those strange beasts in the secret place.

A hundred years, not even ten years.

"Om—"

At this moment, between the sky and the earth, a long golden arrow shot from outside the sky.

The golden long arrow landed directly on the human garrison.

After a while, there was a loud shout from the human resident.

Countless Yuanlings formed a battle formation and gathered into a golden armor.

"go home--"

"Suppressing Heavenly King has an order to break through the secret place of the Golden Crow Clan and go home—"

The aura of the human race is so strong that the golden red energy and blood will illuminate half of the world.

At this moment, the morale of the Jinwu clan resident plummeted.

The human race can send messages through the secret place, and the Golden Crow does not have such means.

Also, many of the Jinwu clan present have heard of the name of the king of the human race.

It is said that he is a strong man with all-powerful combat power.

"What should I do?" Zhang Chenyang whispered with a look of despair flashing across his face.

Shang Zhenyu turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

At this time, Han Muye's expression was dignified, but he didn't seem to be flustered by others.

"Patriarch Han, if you command our Golden Crow army to move forward, Shang is still willing to be the vanguard."

Zhang Chenyang shook his head and nodded.

"Patriarch, Han Dingyi swears to follow the patriarch!" Not far away, Han Dingyi knelt on one knee and shouted.

"Han Jin swears to follow the patriarch!" Han Jin also bowed and knelt down.

Beside them, Zhuo Wu and the others looked at each other and knelt on one knee: "Patriarch Han, I will follow to the death!"

All of a sudden, under the mountain peak, one after another figure knelt down and bowed.

At this time, it is not for allegiance, but for everyone to be united.

Without the heart to fight to the death, it is impossible to rush to the third floor of the secret ground.

A golden light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

At this moment, the power of the Golden Crow blood in his body was blazing, as if it was burning.

The Golden Crow True Spirit behind him appeared automatically.

The flame rules he had mastered also emerged, turning into a golden mysterious halo, covering his body.

The power of the Golden Crow's bloodline and the rules of fire are just the foundation.

On top of that, is sacrifice!

The big sun and the golden crow hang high, it is a sacrifice!

It is the power of sacrifice to burn itself to illuminate the heavens and the earth!

This is also a rule.

sacrifice.

"Om—"

Behind Han Muye, streaks of golden light turned into a faint circle of light.

Second rule.

This sacrifice is not death, but the same as the Nirvana of the Phoenix Clan.

Put it to death and come back to life!

"Shang Zhen Prison, Zhang Chenyang, if we want to lead the army all the way to the third floor, you and I may all die here."

Han Muye looked at Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu with a calm expression and a loud voice.

"If the three of us rush into the third floor alone, there is a 90% chance of getting out."

"How do you choose?"

After Han Muye finished speaking, he looked at the two quietly.

Before the mountain peak, everyone fell silent.

All eyes were on Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang.

The faces of the two changed.

Don't hesitate it's fake.

In the face of life and death, who can not hesitate?

"Huh, Patriarch Han, how do you choose?" With a long breath, Shang Zhenyu looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.

Zhang Chenyang also looked up and stared at him.

All eyes turned to Han Muye again.

The corner of Han Dingyi's mouth moved in the distance, but he didn't speak.

He wanted to persuade Han Muye to choose to leave directly.

Because he knew how amazing and talented his patriarch was, and how limitless his potential was.

Patriarch, you can't die here.

"Shang Zhen Prison, you are the vanguard, lead an army of 50,000 to enter the second floor, clear the obstacles, kill the strange beasts quickly, and obtain the qualification to enter the third floor."

"Zhang Chenyang, follow me and lead 10,000 Jin people to stay and stop the enemy."

"We want those human races to have no chance to harass the army, so that they have less chance to enter the third-level secret ground."

The Golden Crow True Spirit suddenly rose from Han Muye's body, shouting loudly.

Shang Zhenyu cupped his fists and saluted, Zhang Chenyang nodded heavily.

"All the spirits of the ninth floor are left behind, and the sons of Suishang Town Prison on the eighth floor and below will advance to the second floor of the secret place!"

After Han Muye finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Shang Zhen Prison, and lowered his voice: "On the second floor, we may encounter a human army."

"Zhang Yu, may have fallen."

If Zhang Yu falls, there will be an army of 20,000 people and two human spirits on the second floor, and Shang Zhenyu will lead an army of 50,000 to fight them, and it will not be easy to obtain the qualifications to enter the next floor.

"Don't worry." Shang Zhenyu nodded, a blaze flashed across his face, "I promise to complete the task."

The 50,000-strong army assembled quickly, and all the strongmen on the ninth floor of the Yuanling stayed behind.

Zhang Chenyang and Han Muye stood side by side.

In front of the mountain, the human army has roared over.

Han Muye let out a low shout, his body armor shone brightly, and his body turned into a golden armored general with thousands of feet.

The Golden Crow True Spirit was attached to the golden armor, condensed into a cloak of flames, and the long sword appeared in his hand, condensed with the true spirit bone.

"kill--"

The golden-armored general stepped forward and slashed down with a long sword in his hand.

At this moment, no sword move could compare to this pure slash.

The concentration of this sword power, if it is outside the Ruins Realm, an Immortal Realm can be split in half directly.

In the sky above the human battle formation, the bodies of the same generals gathered were cut to pieces with a single sword.

The four True Spirit Realm had no choice but to fly up, and the weapons in their hands collided with Han Muye's long sword.

"boom--"

Thousands of golden lights shattered.

The endless streamer shines.

The sword in Han Muye's hand carried overwhelming power, and he cut open the world thousands of miles in front of him.

Although the human army and the four true spirits barely blocked the sword, the morale of the army was instantly low.

"kill--"

Han Muye shouted loudly.

It's not that he hasn't killed.

On the contrary, he can condense the killing sword, once controlled the monstrous killing power, and had endless killing.

At this moment, he no longer held back his hand, and slashed with the long sword in his hand, each blow caused the space to vibrate.

Zhang Chenyang and the 10,000 troops behind followed closely behind, attacking the human battle formation with all their strength.

The 10,000-strong army is resisting the 60,000-strong army, preventing it from advancing an inch.

"retreat--"

Finally, a voice sounded from the human army.

The bright silver battle formation receded like a tide.

Holding a long sword, Han Muye stood in front of the mountain, like a god of war holding up the sky.

Half a day later, the human army gathered again.

This time, they were much more cautious.

The four true spirits entangled Han Muye, and the army advanced layer by layer.

The total strength of the Golden Crow tribe is less than 10,000, and without the blessing of the battle formation, they can only retreat slowly.

Even if Zhang Chenyang shot with all his strength, he could only resist the phantom of the general gathered in the battle formation.

In one day, the human army advanced fifty miles in front of the golden light gate.

On the second day, the human army was only ten miles away from Guangmen.

"Retreat to the second floor!"

"Zhang Chenyang, you take them away first."

"Here, I will guard!"

Han Muye flew back and stood in front of the light gate, the figure of the golden armored general was level with the light gate.

On his body, the fighting spirit soaring to the sky surged, and the power of the Golden Crow Divine Flame burned.

Golden light shines through the sky.

"I'll accompany you—"

Before Zhang Chenyang finished speaking, Han Muye turned his head, the golden light in his eyes made him bow his head.

"Go!" Zhang Chenyang gritted his teeth and dived into the light gate.

The 10,000 Golden Crow army retreated to the second floor, and only Han Muye stood in front of the Guangmen with a sword.

"kill--"

The sound of charging and killing resounded in the human army.

The army gathered and rushed towards the light gate.

The four true spirit realms advanced step by step.

If Han Muye stayed here, they would have the ability to surround and kill him with the army.

Slowly raising the sword in his hand, Han Muye looked calm.

He could feel that in his body, one after another power began to wake up.

Here it is, the rules!

"This is, sacrifice?"

Seeing the tide-like human army, Han Muye let out a long laugh, and fought back with his sword!