Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

lure.

It's really tempting.

The longer you practice, the more stable your mind becomes, and there are not many things that can tempt you.

But the two options proposed by the Flame God Lord in front of him are temptations that are difficult to refuse for any practitioner.

Double cultivation with a powerful divine monarch, sharing cultivation memories and experiences, and even experiencing his graceful and noble body, allowing him to breed his own bloodline. Who would be willing to refuse such an ultimate feeling?

The second option is to directly have control over a dimension and have peak power and power that is hard to find in the world.

He wakes up and holds the power of the world, but he lies drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman.

It’s not that those who are strong in spiritual practice really have no desires or desires, but that what they want can no longer be satisfied by ordinary things in the world.

Han Muye slowly stretched out his hand, and a look of envy appeared on the face of the fire spirit behind him.

Ahead, a hint of shyness flashed in the Lord Shen's eyes, and he lowered his head slightly.

No one can refuse this kind of temptation.

"Bang——"

Han Muye's outstretched palm suddenly turned into a punch.

Three feet in front of him, he punched out with a roar, causing the surrounding source of energy and blood to surge.

A space with a radius of one foot is locked.

The god who originally lowered his eyebrows widened his eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Han Muye's punch hit the divine king's forehead.

"boom--"

When this punch hit the ground, it was like the heaven and earth collapsed, causing a roar.

The Shenjun's body was shaken by the impact, and he staggered back.

The originally beautiful face was shaken and distorted by this punch.

A trace of blue-gray illusory aura scattered.

The dress on her body also turned into gray and black.

"you you--"

There was pain in the Lord Shen's eyes, and he pointed at Han Muye.

"Go quickly——"

The Divine Lord roared, and the illusory halo around him turned into chains, locking his body directly.

The chain was like a living thing, penetrating his body and grinding between his muscles and bones, making a harsh "squeaking" sound.

"God Lord!" Huo Ling roared, looking nervously at the figure in front of him.

The body of the divine king was grabbed by the chains and dragged behind him into the abyss.

There was reluctance and uncontrollable pain in Shenjun's eyes.

"Only when you can overcome the illusion can you become the real me." Han Muye shook his head and whispered: "I am still in illusion now. There is no divine king here, and there is no divine court."

False.

All this is very much like the Ruins Realm.

Everything in front of me is just a picture in the memory of the powerful man.

The divine king in front of him is just a remnant soul in the illusory world.

The divine court back then had already collapsed.

The divine king of those days has long since fallen, leaving only a remnant soul imprisoned, wandering in the endless years.

The power of illusion locks the remnant soul of the God King, letting it wait here to devour all the tempted creatures.

No matter which one of the two choices Han Muye chose, his soul and blood would be devoured, and he would eventually fall into delusion.

Han Muye raised his hand, and flames rose and swirled outside his body, as if the endless sky was being burned and penetrated.

With one punch, the flames turned into dragon shadows, and the sky and earth collapsed in a radius of thousands of miles.

The originally illusory mountains collapsed, and the world that was originally shrouded in thick fog instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

In the sea of ​​​​fire, a piece of ruins slowly emerged.

The shattered palace.

Stretching for thousands of miles, the city wall has long since collapsed and only broken walls remain.

This is a real ruin.

All palaces and gods have been buried in the ruins.

Broken walls and ruins, smoke and dust.

One after another, illusory figures wearing black armor rushed towards Han Muye and Huo Ling, slashing down long knives in their hands.

On the long sword, the illusory power can directly chop the world into pieces.

The power of breaking void.

"Stab-"

The spear in Huo Ling's hand just resisted a blade, then his whole body trembled and retreated, and the spear shattered.

"This power——"

He can't stop this power!

With the power of reincarnation, he could not block the blow of the black-armored shadow in front of him!

Where can there be so many strong people in the world?

Huo Ling's body was knocked back, and the black-armored phantom sword slashed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand and struck a sword, and the blade of the sword was also filled with green-gray aura.

The power of breaking the void!

The power of the cyan-gray cloud obtained before is poured into the sword body, and it has the power to break voids.

"when--"

The swords collided, and two forces that were enough to cut heaven and earth were intertwined.

The long sword opened a knife, and then the sword edge moved forward a little, touched the black armor, and pierced the armor.

The black body turned into a blue-gray mist, and then condensed into a black bead.

Han Muye reached out to fish it out and grabbed the beads in his palm.

The illusory power in the beads seems to assimilate the surrounding world.

"The condensation of the power of the Shattering Void Realm."

"It seems that this thing is called in the classics, the Xu Xu Pearl."

Han Muye whispered and slashed out with his sword again.

Pantian stone, broken Xu bead.

Every Void-Breaking Pearl is a treasure longed for by those who are powerful in the Domination Realm.

These treasures, on the Pantian plane, can be used to offset military exploits.

One Xu-Breaking Pearl, one hundred thousand beheading skills.

Han Muye kept moving the sword in his hand, either stepping forward and striking with the sword, or clicking and sweeping the sword in his hand, and the sword edge continued to draw down flames and thunder.

The figures that gathered the power of breaking the void were chopped into pieces.

Blue-gray beads were suspended beside Han Muye.

The fire spirit's eyes flashed with flames as it watched Han Muye slash down with his sword.

The expression on his face changed from calm to surprise, and then to horror!

"If you want to cut off the power of breaking the void, you must counter it with the power of breaking the void."

"But the master clearly did not use the power to break the void at this time!"

It doesn’t break the illusion, but it can cut through the illusion!

Huo Ling was right, the power Han Muye used at this time was indeed not the void-breaking power accumulated in his body.

The power of breaking the void is precious, and even he is reluctant to waste it at this time.

The power he is showing now is the pinnacle source of the power of thunder and fire, which he uses to the extreme of his sword practice.

Just now, he evolved countless flames in the illusion and pushed them to their peak.

The pinnacle of power in this dimension is reincarnation.

In other words, Han Muye now possesses the power of the source of the flames of ten thousand reincarnations.

In addition, the thunder sea he transformed into with the power of thunder has already reached the level of reincarnation.

The superposition of the two phases means transcending reincarnation.

Dominate the realm!

The supreme swordsmanship and peak thunder and fire turned into a tyrannical force that could be fought against.

This kind of swordsmanship can not only fight the master, but also can cut down the remaining void-breaking power in front of them.

If a true Shattering Void Realm was in front of him, Han Muye would definitely turn around and leave.

But in front of him were just streaks of illusory power, hundreds of millions of miles away from the real strong one who broke the void. It was just a trace of the strength left by the strong one who didn't know when.

Han Muye is really not afraid of such power.

The sword was swept out, and the figures were chopped into pieces.

Three hundred and sixty Xu-Breaking Beads floated around him, and then fell into his body.

The void-breaking power in his body disappeared in a flash.

Huo Ling lowered his head behind him.

It's unimaginable that Han Muye's body can carry the power of breaking voids!

"boom--"

As the last black-armored figure in front of him was chopped into pieces, the world around Han Muye began to turmoil.

A golden flame spear appeared in front of him.

"This is, this is the divine spear and sky fire!"

Huo Ling's eyes widened, he clenched his fists, and his whole body trembled.

"The Divine Spear and Heavenly Fire were the supreme treasure of the Divine Court in those days!"

"This war spear is in the hands of the Lord God, and it can fight with the Dominator Realm undefeated!"

Huoling whispered, looking at the gun in disbelief.

Is this gun the last treasure of the Divine Court?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and held the spear.

Infused with the power of fire, endless flames rose up in front of him!

In the spear, the memory images turned into a torrent!

"boom--"

When the heaven and earth first opened, thousands of flames gathered together and condensed into creatures.

This is the origin of the flame clan in the giant source plane.

Born at the same time as heaven and earth, he is indeed the favorite among heaven and earth.

In the flames, a ball of golden metal condensed and turned into a long staff.

The golden staff was held in the palm of a fiery creature.

The long staff changed, solidified, and turned into a spear.

This is the spear and sky fire.

Born at the same time as the Flame Clan, the pure power of metal origin in a plane!

Gold and fire are refined.

In this battle spear is the aggregation of the origin of gold veins and the origin of flame.

The spear circulates in the hands of countless fire-veined masters, and among them are countless flame power perceptions and inheritances.

The flames around Han Muye were turbulent and turned into a pair of sky-covering flame wings behind his back.

Outside of his body, a layer of golden battle armor covered him.

On top of his head, a golden crown must have appeared.

"The Flame Crown, the condensed origin, the master, is really the king that all the fire-veined creatures in this plane are waiting for..."

Huo Ling whispered softly, the excitement in his eyes hard to suppress.

"The giant source plane, the king of my Fire Vein Clan, is back."

It seems to be echoing the words of the fire spirit, thousands of miles of heaven and earth, billions of miles of mountains and rivers, endless flames are raging!

Han Muye, who was holding the spear, slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with golden light.

"Beyond life and death, the secret of heaven is condensed. If you are willing to control this secret of heaven, you can grasp this share of cause and effect."

"This kind of opportunity is indeed worth the risk..."