Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

After Yuan Tianjianzun finished speaking, he raised his hand and slashed the void with a sword, and then flew into it.

After this void, you can faintly see the heaven and earth of the ninth layer, magnificent and mighty, and immortal energy lingers endlessly.

In that day and earth, there was a vast surging force that seemed to shatter the void array.

This is a world strong enough to affect the void world.

The realm of Xianyuan, the world where the great monks in the world are finally chasing.

A powerful existence that can break even the wild realm.

The tyrannical divine beast who stepped into the void world in the distance slowly turned his head, his eyes fell on the nine layers of heaven and earth, and a deep and incomprehensible murmur came out of his mouth.

Above the new world, Han Muye looked up at the slowly disappearing space crack.

Immortal source realm such a big world, he can't go to now.

If you don't have enough strength, even if you go, you can only become an opportunity for others.

Carrying the heaven and earth on his back, he overlords the divine beast and steps into the endless void world.

As soon as you enter the void, all the pressure immediately disappears.

The new world of its own, as if it had its own consciousness, escaped from the back of the beast.

The earth that had been pressing on the body of the divine beast for countless years finally rose up.

When the sky and the earth flew up, Ba Xia's body froze in place, roaring up to the sky.

This was not the roar of the divine beast controlled by Han Muye's divine soul, but the involuntary hissing of the remnants of the divine soul of countless divine beasts.

Extinct sea floating and sinking for countless years, finally, they can be freed.

Under the head of the divine beast, a phantom appeared.

Seeing that the heaven and earth they once carried were reborn, the remnants of these divine beasts laughed out loud.

Between life and death, there is only glory and faith.

Seeing these phantoms of remnant souls, Han Muye raised his hand, and a dark-golden iron plate flew into the air, gathering these phantoms inside.

The Ten Thousand Demons Order is a fragment of the Demon Gathering Bell, which has the function of gathering the blood of the spirits of the Ten Thousand Demons.

The remnants of these mythical beasts are gathered in the ten thousand demon orders, and maybe one day they can wake up their bodies sleeping in the wilderness.

Without the suppression of the extinct sea power, in the void, those monster clan powerhouses also feel relaxed.

Figures one after another returned to the earth, and there was a jubilation in the wild wasteland.

The new world, thousands of monsters, everything is prosperous.

Above the wasteland, Han Muye's body slowly rose up.

On his side, there is the entanglement of the power of heaven.

Countless monsters raised their heads and looked at his figure.

Those big monsters who had reached the heavenly realm looked at Han Muye who was walking away with complicated expressions.

The Heavenly Dao in this world was created by the power of Han Muye's soul. Han Muye had the grace to reshape this world, and the Heavenly Dao was entangled in it, keeping him in this world.

If Han Muye stays in this world, he will be able to merge with this world and become a saint, suppress a world, and never die or perish.

In the future, there is a very strong guardian in this world.

It is like the voice of Tianxuan text and ink.

If Han Muye leaves this world, the world of this world will be incomplete and his power will be greatly damaged.

If the power of heaven is damaged, drifting in this void world is a dangerous thing.

In the Void World, who knows what kind of powerful enemies will be encountered?

"hold head high-"

Below, a giant elephant groans.

The spiritual light surged, and Xiang Lingshuang, who turned into a human figure, knelt down on one knee toward Han Muye with a pair of half-arc swords on his back.

Behind him, a giant elephant phantom floated.

This is the surrender of the elephant tribe.

Xiang Lingshuang received the bloodline inheritance of the ancient divine beast of the giant elephant clan, and even gave him its true body.

Even if the power of the real body of the divine beast cannot be fully exerted, Xiang Lingshuang's current combat power can swept the heavenly monster.

White tiger clan, purple leopard clan, green fox, nine-tailed cat…

One after another figure slowly knelt down.

In mid-air, Han Muye was silent for a moment, then raised his hand.

The dark golden Myriad Demon Token fell in the palm of his hand.

A trace of the imprint of the soul fell on it.

This divine soul power remains in the wild wasteland, which can keep the world from being incomplete.

The power of the Heavenly Dao of this side of the world turned into a gust of wind, wrapping the token.

The blessing of heaven and the soul gives this token the power to suppress this world.

He raised his hand and tossed it, and the Wan Yao Ling landed in front of Xiang Lingshuang.

"Remember what I said?"

"What kind of rules you want to make now, it's up to you."

Only the strong are qualified to make rules.

With the power of the bloodline and the Ten Thousand Demon Token delivered by Han Muye, Xiang Lingshuang, the Elephant Clan who did not want to stain his hands with blood at the beginning, has the qualifications to formulate the rules.

Xiang Lingshuang stretched out his hand to hold the Ten Thousand Demon Token and looked up at Han Muye.

He is no longer the Elephant Clan genius who didn't have much experience.

The endless slaughter in the wasteland, the crisis that the world will be overturned, the powerlessness of doing all you can when carrying the world...

Elephant clan, demon clan, heaven and earth, the wider the horizon, the farther one looks, the more Xiang Lingshuang feels that he is really powerless to change anything.

If according to what he thought, all the demon clans in the wild wasteland would not fight or rob, and they would all be well.

At that time, it will really degenerate into a beast.

Seeing Xiang Lingshuang's changing expression, Han Muye smiled lightly, and without stopping, he flew out of the sky.

He was not worried about how Xiang Lingshuang would choose.

Anyway, this world will eventually merge with the Profound Sky World.

He has a trace of divine soul power left in the wasteland, and the divine soul power will lead this world to drift towards the location of the Profound Sky World.

The wasteland, the creatures and even the resources on it, are rare riches in the void world.

Such a new world is a tempting food.

Void drifting, there will be countless powerhouses to compete for this world.

Even if Han Muye didn't use his soul to lead him, in the end, the world would not be able to escape the fate of being divided up.

From the beginning of the shattering of the wild star field, the fate has been doomed.

Of course, in this new world, there are many races, there are many strong people, and there is Xiang Lingshuang who holds the Ten Thousand Demon Token to suppress. The ordinary strong people come only to give food.

If you want to invade this world, you must have enough strength.

Han Muye's figure flew away and landed on the back of the huge tyrannical beast.

At this moment, a smile appeared on his face.

In his opinion, this is the biggest gain of his trip to the secret land!

An intact body of an ancient divine beast!

The wasteland is transformed into a new world, and it no longer needs to be carried by the beasts.

When the New World Heavenly Dao passed the calamity of thunder, he had already handed over the body of the divine beast to Han Muye.

It is a gift, and it is a trust.

The gods and beasts have carried this world for countless years, supported by so many ancient gods and beasts, and this kind of kindness has not been forgotten by this world.

It is safer to leave Ba Xia's body to Han Muye than to stay in the wasteland.

The body of a beast that has lost its soul is even more valuable to those strong people than the wasteland itself.

Leaving the lower body behind will attract countless powerhouses to compete.

The wasteland turned into a streamer and disappeared in the vast void world in an instant.

Han Muye stood on the back of the divine beast under Baxia, and the power of the divine soul continued to pour out, wrapping the body of the divine beast.

The power of the soul is poured into the body of the beast, and it is slowly refined.

In the void, there are faint spiritual thoughts.

Those are powerful alien beasts that live in the void. They sensed the presence of a land-like divine beast and quietly came to explore.

"Roar-"

Ba Xia let out a roar, tearing these spiritual thoughts to pieces.

The beasts fled in panic.

Han Muye looked at the surrounding void with a solemn expression.

He needs to quickly refine Ba Xia's body, otherwise, he will eventually attract powerful alien beasts that he cannot deal with.

Slowly closing his eyes, his body merged with the body of the tyrannical beast under his feet.

———

Heavenly Profound World.

The trial of the Myriad Demons in the Southern Wilderness ended much faster than before.

The secret realm trial that used to take a year, this time only took less than two months.

One after another figure walked out of the space gate.

"Haha, seventy percent of my lion elites have returned!" Outside the gate of the altar space, a blond lion elder looked at the figure walking out of the gate, and laughed out loud.

The Myriad Demons Secret Realm trial is extremely dangerous. In the past, every time 50% of the elites returned safely, it was already lucky.

Especially in this kind of trial that happens once in hundreds of years, there are many strong foreigners in the secret realm, and it is 30% difficult to come back.

Every demon elite who survived the trial has not only improved their cultivation and strength, but also has been tempered by unimaginable temperament and experience.

It is a pity that the vast majority of elites who have returned from the secret realm do not talk about their experiences in the secret realm, leaving the younger generation elites with little to learn from.

Those middle and high-level clans will not explore.

It's everyone's secret.

In fact, everyone who has experienced it knows that the powerful bloodlines of the beasts in the secret realm are endlessly competing for slaughter, and no one wants to recall too much.

Also, after most elites enter the secret realm, they are attached to the ethnic groups in the secret realm.

This is equivalent to the experience of betraying from the family group, and no one wants to mention it.

No matter what, when the elites return, they can become the pillars of the clan after a hundred years.

"Haha, 80% of my Qingbao clan's children are alive!" On the other side, someone shouted, and the words were full of joy.

"The deer clan has little loss."

"Ninety percent of the elites of the Wind Wolf Clan are here!"

…

Not only the Southern Wilderness Monster Race, the Western Border, the East China Sea, and the Zhongzhou Human Race and Monster Race who entered the secret realm, all emerged from a spiritual light.

A sword cultivator stood silently in front of the gate.

Xuan Yangwei, who was wearing black armor, had a solemn expression and formed an army formation.

Outside the courtyard, doubts slowly emerged from cheers.

These elites have returned so quickly, and the loss is not large. Could it be that this trip to the secret realm has nothing to gain?

Did you encounter a strong enemy in this secret realm and was driven out collectively?

The confusion in the eyes of these elites when they walked out of the secret realm was really a setback.

"Forget it, if you grind in the secret realm, even if you don't gain much, you can still--" An old Yaozu opened his eyes before he finished speaking.

"boom-"

Before the formation of the Xuanyang Guards, Qian Yiming with a solemn complexion, the aura and qi and blood rose to the sky, and turned into a spiritual light.

Half way out!

At the ninth level of Nascent Soul, Qi and blood and spiritual Qi cultivation base are in harmony, just one step away, the soul can be condensed out of the body!

Qian Yiming was in a secret realm and became such a peerless powerhouse!

Those big monsters of various tribes in the Southern Wilderness are all discolored.

With Qian Yiming's cultivation reaching such a powerful level, in the future, in the Southern Wilderness, how could there be a place for the demon clan to live?

"How could this be?" Xiao Yueli, who was standing beside Gao Changgong, frowned and said in a low voice, "Qian Yiming led 3,000 dead men into the secret realm, and finally broke through the suppression of cultivation."

"In the secret realm, did you encounter an unimaginable catastrophe?"

Xiao Yueli's identity knew what Qian Yiming and the others really wanted.

When Qian Yiming gave up the suppression of his cultivation in the secret realm, he was giving up the opportunity for a perfect breakthrough.

This is equivalent to directly admit defeat in the competition with Lu Yang.

For people like Qian Yiming, I am afraid it is a great disaster between life and death, and they will not choose to break through, right?

"Om-"

With a loud bang, the clouds in the sky changed for thousands of miles.

A nine-tailed fox phantom appeared.

"Tianhu!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Yes, it is the fox clan that has produced a nine-tailed powerhouse!" Someone exclaimed with wide eyes.

Wearing a long blue-purple dress, Bai Wuhen, whose face was green and graceful, held the Yellow Fat Tiger and walked out slowly.

Behind her, there is a nine-tailed phantom floating.

Nine-tailed celestial fox, comparable to out of body, with ancient blood!

With this nine-tailed celestial fox around, not only can he defend against the attacks of Qian Yiming and the Xuanyang Guard behind him, it is also possible to unify the Southern Wilderness Monster Race!

The masters of various ethnic groups in the Southern Wilderness, who were originally full of sad faces, showed a relaxed look on their faces.

At the moment when the phantom of the nine-tailed celestial fox in the sky appeared, in the void, a path of demonic aura emerged, the light and shadow flickered, and thousands of miles of heaven and earth were shaken.

Each of the elites showed a golden elixir.

Before entering the secret realm, those who can step into the Golden Core Stage before the age of 200 are the elites among the elites of the major forces.

At this time, the golden core aura here rose up one after another.

Not only the breath of Jindan, but also a lot of Half-Step Heaven Realm.

There are as many as 100 people who have full aura on their bodies and are only one step away from the door.

"Om-"

"boom-"

The unique momentum of more than a dozen heavenly realms shook the clouds away, displacing the surrounding spiritual energy.

Heaven!

This scene in front of him stunned all the parties who were waiting and questioning.

In the past, regardless of the secret realm trial, the elites of all ethnic groups had never experienced such a huge growth.

The return of so many strong men, after dozens or hundreds of years, is to support the existence of a family.

"Really, a big fight!"

An old man with white hair said tremblingly.

The strong rise, the general trend is in competition, and in the next few hundred years, the era of elites of all ethnic groups will come!

"Where's Han Muye?" Beside Gao Changgong, Ancestor Tao Ran frowned and looked around.

His eyes searched, but he didn't see Han Muye's figure.

With Han Muye's strength, he shouldn't fall in the secret realm.

Others can be promoted in the secret realm, what about him?

Not only Ancestor Tao Ran, but also Gao Changgong frowned.

Xiao Yueli moved and landed on Huang Zhihu's side.

"Huhu, where is your foster father?"