Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Break into the wooden temple, behead."

Her figure also changed from a female cultivator in a long blue and white dress to a demon god with a height of nearly 10 feet, a wolf-headed body and black armor.

His eyes flashed brightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

The wood is rotten, and most of the branches have fallen.

"boom--"

"You, isn't your strength exhausted?" The Golden Wolf Demon God's eyes widened.

"boom--"

Han Muye nodded with a smile.

Han Muye raised his hand, fingers sticking out.

The body of the demon wolf gradually shrunk, leaving a cyan wolf cub the size of a slap in the end.

"When this little friend burned the branches with spiritual fire for the first time, he used the fire of water rhythm, not only would it not damage the little source power I had left, but it would nourish my soul and wake me up. ."

A magnificent palace appeared before Han Muye.

The female cultivator smiled softly: "My dan cultivator is different from your sword cultivator. We are willing to sacrifice and pass on our own way."

The fist in front was dimmed.

A surging wooden vein power rushed towards Han Muye's body, as if to occupy his body.

"when--"

This sword is better than speed.

The wood god whispered, and the blue wolf who had landed at her feet raised his head, and his eyes showed agility.

The black-faced cultivator shook and shattered into countless pieces.

This puppet is probably immortal.

Pill fire rose, and the surrounding space restraint quickly weakened.

As long as you swallow this pill, you can create a Gold Core practitioner. This Medicine Pill is clearly equivalent to a Gold Core!

Qinglang turned his head to look around, with a lonely look on his face.

"One, that's—"

The long sword flew out again.

In her eyes, the original coldness disappeared, and there was a hint of sternness and ferocity.

Reach out and pick up the stick.

"when--"

Han Muye whispered.

In front of Han Muye, a phantom figure of a female cultivator wearing a pale white dress and dotted with petals appeared.

Han Muye frowned and whispered, "senior, this is yours..."

"The wooden temple is closed. Except for Mu Kui, the other minions are here to suppress the Golden Wolf Demon God with the deity."

Han Muye's eyes flickered, he took a step forward and raised his hand again.

No wonder this dark-faced cultivator has been around for so many years.

Over there, dead wood stumps stood among the rubble, and there were also dead trees half a hundred feet high.

...

"The medicinal power is pure and has the power of gold and wood, which can enhance the Cultivation Base of the golden and wooden veins of the swallower."

The originally roaring Golden Wolf Demon God trembled and slowly curled up, turning into a dark demon wolf.

The power of this finger is the power of the divine beast. With a single flick, it can shatter a ten thousand-meter mountain.

"It is the same root, but has different medicinal properties." "So it is."

The suppressed ancient demon!

"No wonder there are legends that a great cultivator can pill refining the void, and the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth can be differentiated. Couldn't it also become the power of thousands of attributes?"

The pill fire rose, and the dead tree in the pill cauldron slowly turned into a verdant streamer.

In other places, these 361 Sword Pills can cover thousands of miles, 100,000 miles, and can easily kill the Expanding Aperture cultivator.

All kinds of forces are intertwined and blended in the Dan Ding.

The medicinal power in the pill cauldron continued to merge and slowly took shape.

The wood god's face was solemn, and behind him were blue vines, green branches and leaves, and red petals rising.

"Pity."

Countless voices sounded.

However, it is enough.

Han Muye nodded and looked at the Golden Wolf Demon God locked by the Wood God: "Senior, I wonder what you will do with this Golden Wolf Demon God?"

"The divinity of the devil, my inheritance spirit beads, you choose the same."

He moved quickly, but disappeared in a few breaths.

The stamens are cut and divided into thirds.

Hearing his words, the female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly, "You mean my Alchemy inheritance?"

The Golden Wolf Demon God probed and grabbed Dan Ding.

A green vine was revealed, covering from his palms to his arms to his entire body.

As the flowering trees withered, all the black-faced cultivators began to freeze, as if withering along with them.

There is also an inheritance spirit bead.

But for a moment, the branch was divided into dozens of parts.

The power of the gushing wooden veins moved, and then stopped.

"Golden Wolf, it doesn't seem to have deceived him."

She waved her palm, and the whole rotten tree was uprooted.

"Meet the Wood God—"

puppetry.

The Golden Wolf Demon God had a smug look on his face, and there was a tyrannical aura surging on his body.

The ancient times have long been replaced, but the power inheritance at that time, as well as the fundamentals of the devil's practice, are still useful today.

Wood God.

Stepping forward slowly, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pressed it on the rotten tree.

Han Muye's eyes brightened, he raised his hand, and a cloud of spiritual light rose.

"Alchemy in the world is born from the same root, but it is divided into thousands of subtleties."

The black-faced cultivator let out a low drink and slashed the sword in his hand towards Han Muye.

...

"It seems that the town has been here for countless thousands of years, and the world of practice has also changed..."

I see.

A hint of surprise flashed on the face of the nun standing beside Han Muye, she raised her hand, held the Medicine Pill in her palm, felt it, and said, "It's rare, your technique is not bad."

One by one, the golden armor and black-faced sword cultivators bowed.

"Thorn-"

"Unfortunately, a little disappointed."

There are gods wearing golden robes and crowns, raising their hands and feet are the power of the Dao.

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye stretched out his hand and peeled off those wooden branches.

The voice came, and a Sword Ray headed down towards Han Muye, the light and shadow interlaced, three points faster than the previous sword.

The wood god raised his hand, and the green vine instantly turned bloody.

Han Muye's figure seemed to instantly fall into a space full of fireworks.

In the hands of the nun, a golden round ball of light appeared.

In this dam, only the coexistence of speed and strength can be truly tyrannical.

The wood god's answer was that his body turned into a huge flower tree, with endless flowers blooming.

"As long as you can refine Medicine Pill, this inheritance is yours."

"Wood God, this deity should thank you, otherwise how can you escape the catastrophe of the fall of the gods?"

The blue light long sword fell in response.

With this wood pill refining?

The female nun beside her had a strange look on her face, showing joy.

He looked at Dan Ding in front of Han Muye, his eyes were full of ferocious flames.

A female cultivator in a green robe with elegant petals walked slowly.

Lingzhu.

Han Muye didn't finish.

Han Muye has seen the shattered wasteland, the world of Xianyuan, and the army outside the dam, but he never knew that in ancient times, so many powerful cultivators were rampant.

Han Muye looked up at the wood god in front of him, and said softly, "I'm interested in the puppet technique of the wood god senior."

His speed doesn't look fast, but when the long sword hits his head, he resists the sword's edge.

Above the sky, a big hand pressed down.

"How many of the guys who dare to cross the dam alone are good?"

Han Muye's voice fell, and the nun's expression changed, and finally turned cold.

Looking at the changing face of the Golden Wolf Demon God, the wood god showed a smile: "Your strength is just a trace of recovery from the Medicine Pill just now. After being suppressed for so long, you don't have much power."

Sword Ray shines and is extremely fast.

"Now that your suppression pressure is gone, wouldn't it be fun to destroy your wooden temple, take away your wooden god's heart, and retrieve the lost god world?"

"Unfortunately, we are stuck here, and I'm afraid we can't afford it in this life..."

The Golden Wolf Demon God gritted his teeth and roared, and the Wood God turned to look at Han Muye: "I didn't expect your Alchemy Cultivation Base to be so profound, little friend."

"Then the next level is—"

"Later, if you can pass the inheritance test of my wooden temple, you can take everything here."

Just relying on the branches, how to pill refining?

The master of the wooden temple.

Han Muye frowned.

This sword reveals nothingness.

Put wooden branches into Danding, leaves, bark, stamens...

"I know you are interested in him, but you don't understand what kind of means we practitioners who have lived for countless thousands of years will have." The wood god looked at Han Muye and shook his head.

"Om-"

"Within a hundred breaths, turn these branches into spiritual fire."

Pieces of the star field turned into fragments.

Han Muye's eyes fell on those wooden branches.

"The wood core of Qingjin Wangchuan wood really has the power of gold veins. It should be neutralized with the warm power in the stamens."

"I originally thought that the great ancient cultivator could have the ability to reach heaven and earth."

The nun's voice sounded.

"Junior sister?" Han Muye was stunned, then shook his head and said, "No."

"That's it, I'm too embarrassed to accept others as Dan slaves."

"You go."

A female nun in a long blue and white dress walked out of the streamer.

In the next instant, Han Muye's entire body turned into nothingness.

"boom--"

this tree?

"It's not a puppet technique, but a treasure of the wood veins!"

Compared with the battle between the fairy world and the Tianxuan world, it is a child's play.

She reached out, and there was a cyan light and shadow in the palm of her hand.

All the power gathered and turned into a tangled rope, entangling the big hand.

Inheritance Pearl.

Han Muye's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "One can make a Gold Core!"

Sword Qi entered the body of the sword, empty.

There are dry leaves on this wooden branch, some stamens are left after withering, and there are twigs that seem to grow new, but they have also dried up.

As if afraid that Han Muye wouldn't believe it, the nun's hand was a little brighter, and pictures appeared in the spiritual beads.

Fingers flicked on the spine of the sword.

But the big hand was only entangled for a moment, and then all the ropes were broken.

At this moment, the dry tree stumps around began to crumble.

Ten great swords shattered the phantom he left behind.

There is a big cultivator controlling time and space, and waving your hand back is time.

Battle of the great ancient cultivators!

A voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.

"The second level, use this azure gold Wangchuan wood to make a Medicine Pill."

A strange color appeared on the wood god's face.

The illusory transparent Danding shattered in response, and the verdant streamer was caught in the hands of the Golden Wolf Demon God.

You Jianxiu smashed thousands of Star worlds with one sword.

Han Muye nodded, the illusory Dan Ding in front of him turned into a hundred feet high, and directly put the rotten tree into it.

Aura flashed in his hand, and phantoms wearing black robes and carrying a big sword appeared around Han Muye.

This is the ancient great cultivator, the wood god.

All the pictures disappeared, the great sword in Han Muye's hand disappeared, and the black-faced cultivator in front of him was not in its place.

"Wood produces gold, and gold produces water. Fire and water overcome each other. Wood meets water. There is a balance between life and restraint." Han Muye whispered softly.

If you want to snatch his body, you must first try to block his Primordial Spirit Sword.

Turning his head and looking at the stumps, Han Muye showed a hint of disappointment on his face.

Han Muye didn't know if he was telling the nuns around him, or whether he was telling himself.

It's just that unlike the flames that he imagined that the branches would burn directly into ashes, the branches were not ignited at all.

"Wood belongs to the power of dullness? It needs to be transformed with the power of harmony."

Hearing the female cultivator's words, Han Muye raised his head and said indifferently, "What kind of person is the senior looking for to accept the test of inheritance? Dan Xiu?"

The real body of an ancient great cultivator?

"Break into the wooden temple, behead."

The sword of the primordial spirit is firmly in the divine treasure, even if the Dao ancestor came, Han Muye dared to cut it out with one sword.

When all the flowers fell, the fist in the void had dimmed and disappeared.

In the distance, Mu Kui, who was suppressed by the Universe Sword Array, seemed to feel the danger and broke free with all his strength.

"Just in time, I have also studied Alchemy, you can try it."

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face, and a golden fire flashed from his fingertips.

It is indeed a heritage.

"Sword repair?" The female nun glanced at Han Muye with a look of regret on her face.

The battle of the world overturning is the real Dao battle!

The wood god stretched out his arms to pick up the little wolf, glanced at the guard Mu Kui, who had regained his freedom, and nodded: "Let's go, I don't know when the next divine explosion will come, let's live."

A voice came from above the flower tree, and the black-faced cultivators turned into wooden stakes, and fell silent together with the flower tree and the Great Hall that stretched behind them.

There was a hint of surprise on the female nun's face, she turned to look at Shidao Mukui guard who was trapped by Han Muye Sword Ray, nodded and said, "Okay."

Although his body is the incarnation of a divine beast, it is suppressed by the power of the primordial spirit of kendo.

The halo turned into an illusory Pill Cauldron, and a flame lingered in his palm, wrapping the illusory Pill Cauldron.

Before Han Muye stretched out his hand to draw the long sword, the black-faced cultivator and the clear long sword in front of him disappeared instantly.

"The second time he pill refining, what you see is that he made one. In fact, he made a hundred. When you got that one, the remaining hundred have been given to me to restore strength. ."

It's just that the streamer started, and his complexion changed.

"Fortunately, this guy has something to ask for, and it also helped us regain some strength."

But in this chaotic dam, the universe sword array composed of 361 sword pills can only trap the space of ten feet.

Take home?

"boom--"

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and waved, and several branches on the withered tree broke and fell.

This thing is used to collect heritage objects in ancient times, and it is similar to Jade Slip.

The female nun frowned when she heard Han Muye's voice: "As an ancient demon god who has been suppressed for countless thousands of years, I am not familiar with Alchemy at all. This is so disappointing to me."

This is the flower tree that the body of the Wood God saw in the sword tool just now.

Divinity.

The female nun beside Han Muye had a smile on her face, holding the inheritance spiritual bead tightly in her hand.

Han Muye carefully plucked the leaves, stamens, and twigs and placed them in front of him.

Han Muye, who reappeared in shape, raised his hand, three hundred and sixty one sword pellets appeared, and the swallowing Sword Ray directly enveloped the radius of ten feet.

Every flower blooms, as if a world is falling brightly.

They are all pictures of pill refining.

Countless pictures appeared in his mind!

Ten Mukui guards, strength and speed coexist.

Even in today's era of power withering, these two treasures can once again spawn a powerhouse comparable to the ancient cultivator.

Is this a trial?

He wants to look at the various positions on the same branch to make a Medicine Pill.

"Wood God, surrender, otherwise, you, the wood god temple deity, can be broken with one punch." A voice came from the void.

At this time, all the petals fell, and the flower tree gradually withered, leaving only the dry shadow of the tree after it withered.

The wood god who turned into a flower tree and suppressed the golden wolf demon, the owner of the wood temple.

"Actually, you are not the first to see through this deity."

The dead leaves are gently torn, veins, tendons, and leaves.

"Ancient Tongtianmu, puppets made of such treasures are really a waste..."

"take it."

"You have not yet obtained the inheritance spirit beads, are you already disappointed?"

This is the guardian of Mu Kui of the Wooden Temple, the existence that has guarded the Wooden Temple for countless thousands of years.

...

Han Muye chuckled, his fingertips wrapping the rotten branch with spirit fire.

The female nun nodded and said, "My wooden temple is dominated by Alchemy cultivation, so it is natural to inherit Alchemy."

This is all amazing stuff.

Holding down Mu Kui's guard, Han Muye's eyes fell on the illusory place in front of him.

"This wood is Qingjin Wangchuan wood. It is one of the toughest wood spiritual materials in the world. If you want to set it on fire—" The female cultivator's voice just rose, and a blue spiritual fire flashed in Han Muye's palm.

The Golden Wolf Demon stared at Han Muye and grinned: "But you were the first to see through the deity and even shot pill refining."

The Mushen nodded, glanced at Han Muye who was standing beside him, and said softly, "You are right, he has been suppressed for so many years, but he still doesn't understand Alchemy at all."

The wood god turned his head and looked indifferently at the golden wolf demon god wrapped in vines.

"Use this tree to make pills."

Staring at Han Muye for a moment, the wood god withdrew the spirit orb and divinity in his hand, then raised his hand and waved, the surrounding wooden stakes dissipated and turned into three-foot-long wooden sticks.

Han Muye walked through the embankment until he was a hundred miles away before turning back.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. From now on, you will be a Dan slave under the seat of this deity."

Within ten feet, ten figures were suppressed, unable to move an inch.

"Okay!" The female cultivator whispered excitedly, and then there were more wooden branches in the space.

This female cultivator just had the shadow of Mu Wan between her eyebrows.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to take the stick, reached out and put away the three hundred and sixty one Universe Sword Pills that had been spilled before, turned around and left. ..

It's just the power of the Universe sword formation, and these ten Mukui guards can't break free at all.

Is there really such a precious Medicine Pill in the world?

Skin, dry, core.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the ten black-faced cultivators with the same body and armor.

A pale golden Medicine Pill appeared in the cauldron, with spiritual patterns flashing on it.

The continuous army formation is almost endless.

If it wasn't for Han Muye being suppressed by the sword array, other people from the same Cultivation Base would definitely not be able to stop the ten-way Mukui's guarding power.

Han Muye shook his head and said softly, "It's not Alchemy of the wood god senior that disappoints me, it's you."

The sword was still in the air, and Han Muye had already moved, reaching out to grab the hilt.

The big hand that broke the rope slowly clenched into a fist.

However, this inheritance spiritual bead is much more valuable than Jade Slip, and it has the imprint of the soul, which can directly guide the practice.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to loosen a lot and become clearer.

Countless waves of hands can block the big cultivator of the Galaxy Cluster, the monstrous aura shines, and countless stars fall.

Raising his hand, the wooden stick from the wood god appeared.

Watching her leave, the expression on Mu Shen's face slowly changed.

Ten black-faced cultivators with great swords on their backs walked out slowly.

"You latecomers are really getting more and more arrogant."

This is clearly the Golden Wolf Demon God who shattered countless temples with one punch!

But Han Muye doesn't care how the sword is, he just needs to see the memory in the sword.