Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

According to legend, in ancient times, there was a tree that reached the sky, with its roots rooted in nine secluded places and its canopy covered with Nine Heavens.

This Tongtian Wood is the top treasure of the wood veins in the world, and a single leaf can give birth to a world.

The power of all wood veins is inextricably related to this tree.

It can be said that Tongtianmu is the ancestor of the wood vein power in the world.

Holding the tree branch that was only three feet tall, Han Muye could feel the mighty power of the wood veins in it. M..

The vastness of this power is almost endless.

"boom--"

The tremor sounded, and a magnificent picture appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The branches that hold the sky, the leaves that cover the sun by Shrouding the Heavens.

A Sword Ray fell, and a branch fell into the void, shattering countless stars.

A figure wrapped in divine light stretched out his hand and caught the branch.

The divine light intertwined, and when it reappeared, it was already a three-foot wooden stick.

This simple refining tree branch has a name.

Catch the grass whip.

All the plants and trees in the world are punished by him.

The grass whip was handed into the hands of a figure covered in green light.

After that, the light and shadow circulated until the wood god built the wooden temple based on the wooden stick.

Outsiders only know that there is a treasure in the inheritance of the Wood God, but they don't know what the treasure is.

The Golden Wolf Demon God originally came to seize this treasure, but was eventually suppressed by the Wood God with the power of a straw whip.

"Would the wood god give me such a treasure so easily?" Han Muye whispered, then was slightly taken aback.

When his eyes fell on the grass whip, he could see countless subtle spiritual patterns.

Every spirit pattern here is an inheritance!

The inheritance of the wood god is all engraved on the Tongtian Wood!

Withdrawing the Spiritual Qi, the figure of the black-faced cultivator dissipated, and Han Muye turned his head to look in the silent direction of the Wooden Temple.

Just because he found out that the wood god was wrong, he only wanted the puppet to leave.

Looking at it now, I am afraid that no matter what he takes away, the wood god will hand over the inheritance to him.

"What secrets are there in the dam?" Han Muye clenched the straw whip in his hand, with a deep light in his eyes.

"Bam—"

A ten-foot-long black-armored boar rushed in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye raised the straw whip in his hand and slammed it down.

The wooden whip smashed into the top of the boar's head, blood spilling out.

All the blood color wrapped the wooden whip, and then was sucked into it by the wooden whip.

The entire body of the Shizhang Mountain Boar was shriveled to the naked eye.

But after ten breaths, the wild boar's body suddenly turned into powder.

From the black armor to the fangs, the bones, and the hard parts are all turned into powder.

Such domineering power made Han Muye a little surprised.

Absorbing all the power of a wild boar, the spirit pattern on the grass whip is a little more agile.

Treasures of the ancient times are so unreasonable?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at a messy meteorite space not far away.

Flying over, a lurking one-horned striped tiger greeted him.

Han Muye whipped his hand and smashed the head of the one-horned tiger directly.

Five breaths.

The body of the tiger shattered.

Along the way, Han Muye killed all kinds of beasts with the grass whip in his hand.

The grass whip that originally looked like a dry tree trunk also became a flash of light.

The more alien beasts are killed, the more powerful the wooden whip will be when the envoy rises.

Han Muye tried it, and with a single blow, he could directly shatter a meteorite in a radius of hundreds of miles.

If you use all your strength to envoy, this grass whip does not know how tyrannical its power can be.

But constantly envoys, Han Muye also discovered the drawbacks of ancient treasures.

Consume too much.

Under the absorption of the power of various alien beasts, this grass whip only needs to consume its own power.

But once the power in it is insufficient, the grass whip will absorb the power of the envoy.

When Han Muye was fighting with a three-armed beast, he urged the grass whip to exceed its own absorption power, and the whip began to absorb power from Han Muye quietly.

Fortunately, his body is the body of a divine beast, and the loss of these promises is nothing.

On the contrary, after killing the three-armed beast, he took the grass whip to absorb it for a full quarter of an hour, and fed back the power he had absorbed from Han Muye.

It turned out that the grass whip also has the power to feed back.

No wonder such treasures were robbed by all parties in ancient times.

"call--"

The rat phantom transformed by Daoist Daoist appeared in front of Han Muye.

"Honey, there are quite a few treasures guarded by that big guy," Daoist said as he stretched out his hand.

His palm is a piece of spiritual material the size of a fist.

"Tianyuan Golden Diamond." Han Muye's eyes lit up.

"Haha, you even know the spirit materials that have been cut off a long time ago." Daoist showed a hint of disappointment on his face, shook his head and said, "I'm still going to tell you a good story."

I wanted to show off, but it didn't work.

Han Muye reached out and took the golden diamond in his hand, with a smile on his face: "It is said that this object can refine the Flying Daggers that kill other people's souls, but unfortunately the refining method has been lost."

Holding the golden diamond tightly, Han Muye raised his head and said solemnly, "It's not far from the dam anyway, play with a big one."

Daoist grinned.

He likes such a master.

"Om-"

The wooden whip in Han Muye's hand vibrated, and in the distance, there was a low roar in the mist, and then the sound of collision came.

"We'll see you outside the dike."

The voice remained, and Han Muye had already raised the straw whip and ran forward.

"boom--"

A huge palm clapped on where Han Muye stood just now, and then, a tall Divine General wearing golden armor and holding a spear, with a dull look on his face, flew over.

"Steal the treasure of the divine court and die."

Divine General drank lowly, the spear in his hand turned into a golden fire phoenix, and stabbed towards Han Muye's back.

The fire phoenix directly passed through the space, fell behind Han Muye, and then a golden flame was under the hood. "Roar--"

Behind Han Muye, the phantom of the beast tyrant appeared, and the thick back armor blocked the flames.

With the help of the phantom under the beast, Han Muye rushed out again.

"The wild beasts, barbarians dare to provoke." Divine General whispered, raised his hand, and eight spears emerged from his back.

He stepped out, raised his hand and grabbed the spear he had knocked out earlier, then chased after Han Muye again.

It was not until the roar was gone that Daoist carefully stuck his head out of the rubble.

He looked around and flew into the fog ahead.

For Daoist Daoist, there seems to be no fog that can make people lose their souls, but in a moment, he has reached a pile of shimmering gravel.

"Half of the best Spirit Stones? Loaded."

"This spirit pattern has some meaning, pretend it."

"This is a sword that was passed down in ancient times? Unfortunately, the spirituality is gone, don't."

"Ling Xiao, what is Ling Xiao? This plaque is a bit strange, let's put it away."

...

While whispering, Daoist put all the treasures he thought were valuable enough into the storage bag.

He was walking among the mountains and rocks full of aura, with a stooped figure.

"boom--"

In the distance, the sound of roaring and shaking came.

Daoist, who was trembling all over, turned his head to take a look.

The roar was getting closer.

He must have moved the treasure here, and the Divine General has returned.

"Can't be greedy, can't be greedy..."

Daoist said to himself, looking up.

He stared at a golden sledgehammer among the rocks, gritted his teeth, and flew towards it.

The hammer head was too heavy, and Daoist stumbled.

"court death--"

In the void, there was a huge roar.

Daoist's face turned pale, and his figure rolled down from the rock.

When he landed on the ground, he held the hammer in both hands and dragged it away.

"boom--"

In the void, a tremor came.

Han Muye, who had a phantom figure behind him, and Kui Niu's body in front of his chest, clenched his fists and blocked the Divine General with a spear.

He only uses Fist Technique, like a wild and ancient bull, every punch is a lot of power.

At this moment, he exerted the power of the divine beast to the extreme.

Although the golden armored Divine General roared anxiously, he had no choice but to wave his spear and fight with Han Muye.

The battle group of the two continued to expand, and every punch and shot could shatter a radius of ten miles.

The dense fog filled space gradually revealed, and the spiritual light in it flashed, making people dazzled.

One after another, silhouettes attracted by the aura appeared.

Han Muye laughed, and when the golden armor Divine General shot down, he raised his hand to catch it, grabbed the gun, turned around and ran away.

The Divine General was stunned for a while before roaring wildly, chasing after a few steps, and looking around carefully.

Many of his treasures have been lurking in the past.

"Dead, die—"

The handle spear flew out and slammed into the rocky mountain where the aura flashed.

As for Han Muye who snatched his spear, he couldn't care less at this time.

...

The twelve generals of the ancient divine court, guarding the existence treasured by the divine court.

From the spear, Han Muye saw the splendid sight of countless ancient divine courts.

This standard long spear of ancient times contains unimaginable power.

After careful refining, a golden aura gathered in Han Muye's palm.

Divinity.

This is not the condensed divinity of incense and enlightenment, but the condensed divinity of Power's own power in the ancient times, and became the god of the world.

This ray of divinity can suppress a thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

The preciousness of this thing is second, and the most important thing is that with this thing in hand, Han Muye walks through the dam without a lot of obstacles.

Those alien beasts turned their heads and left in front of divinity.

It seems that the divine court rule in ancient times has been deeply hidden in the bones of these alien beasts.

Even if the power in the dam is so messy, the fear of divinity is still the same.

After running for ten days, Han Muye saw less and less gravel ahead.

A light appeared.

Ahead, is the world beyond the dam.

But his footsteps stopped.

Ahead, two figures blocked his way.

"People from the land where the ancient gods fell?"

"Or, the creatures in the dam?"

The two Daoists stood there, their expressions unchanged, they raised their hands, and there was a flash of light in their palms.

"It's not my ancient cloud Galaxy creature, stop here."

The aura turned into a chain, blocking Han Muye.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the two, then to the storage bag one of them was holding.

"Where's Daoist Daoist?"

Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

"You said that big mouse?" The black armored figure with the storage bag smiled and said lightly, "Kill it."

"boom--"

Han Muye stepped out and smashed the chains in front of him with a punch. The shadow of the fist slammed into the face of the talking black armor, smashing the bridge of his nose, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Give you a chance to change your mind."

"Where is Daoist Daoist?"

Han Muye raised his hand slowly.

The black armored man who was stunned by the punch didn't speak yet, and Daoist rolled out from the mist beside him.

"Master, they stole my treasure—"

"Big baby-"