Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Zhoutian God Realm, this is the place that all practitioners yearn for.

Because this is the end of the world, the top of all power.

In a world filled with golden streamers, Han Muye could feel the twinkle of divine spirit around him.

Cultivation in such a world is indeed faster than that of the mortal world and the immortal world, and the level of power is more than one step stronger.

No wonder the three Jedi of the Rain Covering Immortal Realm must gather the entire world to resist the attack of the Protoss.

For the Zhoutian God Realm, the immortal world is not only a vassal existence, but also a hunting ground for sharpening power.

In turn, the Zhoutian God Realm will also give the cultivators in the Immortal Realm a chance, so that they can have the opportunity to enter the Zhoutian God Realm and get the chance.

For example, the heyday is such an opportunity.

Countless immortal cultivators have to compete for the top ranking in the grand meeting.

The Sword of Primordial Spirit transformed by Killing Sword exploded and scattered into a dark fog.

This dust mist is the strength of the cave that was gathered before, and it is also the foundation of Han Muye's cultivation in the cave in the future.

Is there any practice in this world that is better than placing a cave in the Daluo Zhoutian God Realm?

In the future, his Slaughter Sword will stay in the Daluo Zhoutian God Realm, slowly cultivate and gather the power of the cave.

Anyway, this Slaughter Sword can't appear in the fairy world, it is better to stay in the **** world directly.

The dust and mist surged, and countless thunders landed.

A clear and turbid world appeared.

"stop-"

In the void, a strange beast flew away, showing greed on his face, and slammed into this new world.

If it can enter the world and become the master of this world, its power will be blessed a hundredfold.

Of course, the premise is that the world is ownerless.

Unfortunately, this world has a master.

"Kuraga-"

The sword light shone, and the body of the ten-zhang alien beast was directly broken into two pieces, and the strong blood light sprayed dyed the surrounding sky red with blood.

"Also, pay homage to this world with blood, showing that this world is full of killing power."

Han Muye whispered softly, and the Slaughter Sword Primordial Spirit transformed into his body shape.

Dongtian was also brought into the primordial spirit to warm and nurture.

For others to practice, Dongtian needs to first hold the nine days high and cultivate to the power of Dongxu.

But Han Muye's cultivation is not step by step.

This cave is also the essence of the cave that directly refines an immortal overhaul.

As long as it is completely refined, his spiritual practice can go straight into the refining void and carry this cave with him.

Putting away the cave, Han Muye looked around with a smile on his face.

"It's rare to come to the realm of the gods, so you should take a walk around."

His Primordial Spirit is entrusted to Dongtian and can stay in the God Realm for a long time, but his Spiritual Soul cannot.

This time, when the soul returned, it was unknown when he would be able to come to the realm of the gods again.

The figure was solid, and then he looked for a direction, and he flew away directly.

Compared with the immortal world, there seems to be no difference except that the void is filled with divine power.

Stars and stars, some have long since died, and some are still flashing with divine light.

Found a star that did not seem to be powerful, the body of the primordial spirit gently concealed its tracks and landed on it.

The power of the star world did not contradict him.

This is because Dongtian, which his Yuanshen refined, was originally a member of the God Realm.

…

He is not an outsider to the power of heaven and earth in the God Realm.

The Protoss in this world of stars is no different from what Han Muye has seen before, with a slight difference in clothing at most.

It's just that the cultivation base of the Protoss is stronger than that of the mortal world and the immortal world. The Protoss on this star, even if they are just children, can see that their bodies are stable and at least have the power to build a foundation.

In other words, the weakest of the Protoss is the situation.

Such world powerhouses simply cannot guess how strong they are.

Looking at these Protoss, Han Muye's respect for Tongtian Immortal Venerable was one more point.

Other powerhouses may only want to integrate into such a God Realm, but Tongtian Immortal Venerable is willing to break the shackles of this God Realm, so that everyone has the opportunity to enter the God Realm.

"when-"

The sound of copper bells came from the void.

"Quick, the altar is opened, and all the clansmen above the age of 100 and under the age of 200 must accept the divine revelation."

An old Protoss held a wooden staff in his hand and shouted.

Immediately, a group of gods came running around.

These people have a lot of qi and blood, and their cultivation bases are basically around the heavens.

Above a hundred years old, the heaven under two hundred years old, this speed is not fast, nor is it slow.

After all, it is a Protoss, and it is natural to practice smoothly.

Han Muye looked up at the huge altar in front of him.

Three layers of bluestone are piled up, and the lines on it are interlaced.

These divine patterns were imprinted in his mind, and he instantly analyzed their function.

"Extract divinity?"

"No, not exactly extraction, but also perfusion."

In front, a tall and strong **** in a sackcloth shirt stepped on the altar, and the Taoist patterns lit up and wrapped him.

The light radiating from the divine runes is like armor.

He walked forward step by step, and the divine light on his body became even brighter.

"Tuge has passed the divine revelation!" Below, someone exclaimed enviously.

The divinity visible to the naked eye wandered in the body of the big man named Tug.

His cultivation has also stepped into the realm of immortals.

This divine revelation is somewhat similar to the sanctification of the mortal world.

When the divine light on Tu Ge dissipated, there was a golden star between his eyebrows.

Below the altar, the gods stepped up one by one, and then wrapped their bodies with the gods.

"what-"

With a roar, a black flame burst out from a Protoss wearing a green robe.

The flames burned, and his body began to collapse.

But for a moment, his whole person has disappeared, leaving only a phantom shadow.

Dark monster!

Dark Warcraft is transformed by the Protoss!

Seeing this scene, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

"Roar-"

Another roar came, and the figure of a Protoss continued to expand, becoming ten feet tall, covered with thick muscles and bones, and a hideous face.

Kill the fairy.

"Hmph, don't come if you don't have enough soul power. It's alright now, you've turned into a low-level slave beast." Beside Han Muye, a young man in his 30s sneered, looking at the roaring Immortal Killer.

It turned out that the Immortal Killer and the Dark Warcraft were not regarded as the same clan in the Protoss, but as slave beasts.

Two golden ropes flashed out, locked the two figures, and dragged them out of the altar.

Beside Han Muye, someone stepped forward quickly and climbed onto the altar.

Someone backed away.

Listening to the conversations around, Han Muye also understood that a hundred years old is considered an adult of the God Clan, and then he can participate in this divine revelation.

…

Divine Revelation, can double their strength, or make them into slave beasts.

The slave beasts will be sent for processing, and those with doubled strength will have the qualifications to cultivate in the God Realm and reproduce offspring.

Only through divine revelation can they be the real gods.

Han Muye's expression changed as he watched the streaks of divine light intertwined.

Every altar was opened, and there were many Protoss participating in the divine revelation.

It is the majority who become slave beasts.

No wonder there are countless dark beasts and slayers outside the city of Immortal Burial.

Looking at it this way, the Protoss is using these useless groups to consume.

"How are you, scared?" Seeing that Han Muye didn't move, the 30-year-old youth who was standing beside him turned back with a trace of disdain on his face.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he followed.

He was also interested in this divine revelation.

The young man sneered and stepped directly onto the altar.

As soon as you step on the altar, you will be surrounded by divine light.

Han Muye also stepped on it.

Under his feet, Dao Dao Divine Light turned into a beam of light, wrapping him.

The divine light entered his body, and he could feel that the power was constantly gathering.

It's a pity that he is only the body of the primordial spirit now, and the gathered power is only hidden in the body, and it can't have any effect.

"Ah, I don't want to be a slave beast!" The 30-year-old youth suddenly roared in pain, and flames began to rise from his body.

Han Muye moved in his heart, raised his hand and placed it on the young man's shoulder.

A trace of divinity was drawn into his body.

The flames on the young man also began to dissipate.

"Many, many thanks." The young man clasped his fists and showed gratitude.

Han Muye nodded, feeling the change in his body's strength after a touch of divinity was added.

This power, perhaps, can have another effect.

He walked quickly, the divine power surged, and then quietly spread out.

At the moment when the divinity dissipated, a light curtain appeared above his head.

With the power of divinity, gather the power of the gods and souls, and weave them into a list of gods!

This is the first time that the Conferred God List has appeared in the God Realm.

When Han Muye was in the mundane world, he used the power of his divine soul to mobilize the power of his will to become a gods list.

In the Immortal Realm, he used the grievances in the wasteland to cleanse, and then gathered the list of gods.

And this time, in the God Realm, with the divinity that escaped from the God Realm, he condensed into a list of conferred gods.

This golden conferred **** list only appeared, the gods who couldn't control their aura and were about to be burnt out by the black flames, the extra divinity on their bodies was suddenly absorbed.

Those Protoss looked up at this list of gods with pale faces, and all bowed in excitement.

This trace of divine power was extracted from them, and it also gathered a trace of their divine soul power.

After that, they had a slight sense of the Conferred God List.

The list of conferred gods dissipated after the entire divine revelation ended.

No one knows what this inexplicable treasure is.

Not even those outside the altar knew it existed.

On the altar, only the Protoss rescued by the Fengshenbang can sense the Fengshenbang.

In the future, they go to other places, and when they encounter Shenqi, they can attract the list of conferred gods to help those Protoss who can't pass the gods to pass the gods safely.

"Fengshenbang, this is my **** clan's fetish." The 30-year-old young man whispered softly, showing piety on his face.

Not only him, but the other Protoss who have passed through the divine enlightenment because of the Conferred God List, all have a pious look on their faces.

…

They believed that this list of gods was their chance, a divine artifact, and came to rescue every god.

They will also bring this list of gods to all parts of the gods.

At this time, Han Muye, who had already left the world of stars, had a scroll in his body.

He found a hidden place and scattered the cave.

Dongtian turned into an illusory world, and then Slaying Sword hid in it, shaking slowly.

The golden conferred gods list floats in the sky, causing the slightest bit of divinity to shine.

Here, in the future is Han Muye's cave.

The Conferred God List may have an unexpected effect here.

When the arrangement of the cave was completed, his spirit slowly dissipated.

In the Immortal Burial City, Han Muye in the tent opened his eyes.

Outside the big tent, there are already elites of Sword Sect gathered.

Han Muye stood up, walked out of the tent, and looked forward: "Senior brothers who didn't fight yesterday, follow me to the top of the city today."

After a while, the sword light flashed, the streamer flashed, and the roar exploded.

"It's the sword fairy of Xuanling Sword Sect!"

"They're heading to the city again."

"Do you still want to behead God today?"

Numerous discussions sounded, and many people flew up without realizing it and followed to the direction of the city head.

In the past, the front-line city head that dared not even approach, has now become a place where countless immortal cultivators stop.

When Han Muye and the others landed at the top of the city and protected a certain position, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators fell behind.

Outside the city head, there are some dark beasts floating scattered, and there are not many immortal-slaying envoys.

He is also a pitiful person. Without God's enlightenment, he can only become a slave beast.

Han Muye shook his head, and was no longer interested in taking action.

On the contrary, the new disciples of the Sword Sect were eager to try, formed a sword formation, flew out of the city, and swept back in a circle.

In the rear, the immortal cultivators watched them swaying back and forth, and couldn't help but flew out.

"Twenty-three thousand eight hundred years after I came to bury the immortal city, I, Du Chenggong, finally set foot outside the city!" A white-bearded old man roared up to the sky, his body full of qi and blood.

There are many immortal cultivators who are the same as him, all standing outside the city, their bodies are full of fighting spirit, and they are arrogant and roaring.

This is a kind of madness that comes from the bottom of my heart, it is a rebound from being suppressed for countless thousands of years, and it is the resistance of the immortal world for countless years of humiliation.

This is a bud.

Looking at the immortal cultivators roaring below, Han Muye gently waved his hand and said, "Prepare the Heaven-shattering Crossbow and give them the evil-suppressing golden sword that was not used yesterday."

In the distance, the figure of the Protoss has already appeared.

The provocation of Immortal Burial City will naturally make those Protoss unable to wait any longer.

"Om-"

At the head of the city, a broken crossbow appeared, and the long arrows flashed cold light.

Several disciples of the Sword Sect flew down and handed a ten-zhang-long golden multi-blade sword to the slightly flustered immortal cultivators.

Those people took over the sword in surprise, but they mastered the control method in a while.

"Woo-"

The horn sounded, and the immortal cultivators in the city began to panic, but with those tyrannical golden knives and so many sky-shattering crossbows at the top of the city, they slowly stabilized.

When a dark monster with gray and black like clouds rushed down the city, a multi-bladed golden sword was activated.

"stop-"

The golden knife spun, and several golden knife lights scattered.

…

The scattered knife light became more and more, and finally turned into a net of knives covering a thousand feet.

If it was a golden sword, it would be fine. The key point is that there are ten golden swords under the city, which will protect the ten thousand zhang square circle tightly.

The bodies of those dark beasts were smashed by the light of the sword, and their divinity permeated.

"Om-"

The crossbow bolts on the city head also started firing.

Not a salvo, but one by one.

The army formation in front could block the crossbow arrows, but they did not dare to come forward.

After three hours, the Protoss army retreated, the crossbow arrows on the city head stopped attacking, and below, the golden sword light dissipated.

"Win!"

"Victory-"

Countless cheers, with hoarseness, with madness, with crying.

This is the first time that an army has faced each other under the city after countless defeats and retreats for countless years, and the first time that the army of the Protoss has fought head-to-head without being defeated!

Unlike yesterday, when Han Muye led the army to swept away, today it was the immortal cultivators of the Immortal Burial City who resisted the attack of the Protoss.

The myth of the invincible protoss army, shattered!

After today, the Protoss is not invincible!

The cheering immortal cultivators began to clean the battlefield, picking up the scattered divinity, and taking back all kinds of recyclable materials.

Even the wreckage of the shot arrows was brought back by those immortal cultivators.

A cultivator walked to the top of the city, put down the broken golden knife, and put the gathered divine nature on the ground.

There are about 2,000 pieces of scattered divinity, and some other materials.

The value of these divinities is not low, but they are not comparable to the consumption of crossbow arrows and golden knives today.

"We will take half, and you will take the rest." Han Muye looked at the pile of gods, and said loudly.

Bai Tu and the others stepped forward, took half of their divinity, then put away their bows and crossbows, and left with their swords.

At the top of the city, everyone looked at each other, took back the divine nature that Han Muye and the others didn't take away, and then exchanged merits in the city.

"Big brother, this is a bit of a loss..." When he returned to the camp, Zhao Chen thought about it and whispered.

Naturally, it was a loss, probably nearly 500 million immortal spirit stones.

"Why, I can't afford it?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's worth the loss, such a small loss, even three or two years is fine."

Speaking of this, his eyes lit up.

Standing in the back, Su Jian said with a smile: "If Immortal Burial City can win such a small victory in three or two years, then the accumulated fighting spirit will be so strong, I am afraid that the Protoss on the opposite side will panic."

It is the so-called united will.

The Immortal Burial City had been suppressed by the Protoss for so many years. Everyone was used to it and felt that they would die if they left the city.

As long as you go to the city head, you are ready to die.

Three days after Han Muye's arrival, three battles, big wins and small wins, boosted the morale of the city.

If everyone dared to fight, the battle strength of Immortal Burial City would probably be doubled.

And with enough divinity exchange, everyone has the resources to improve their cultivation, the great formation of the city of burial, and the slaughtering war puppets can have stronger power.

"Let's see if the Protoss can hold on like this." Han Muye turned to look in the direction of the city and whispered softly.

Every day after that, he, Su Jian and others led half of the sword sect elites to the top of the city to be stationed.

Every time they flew away with their swords, they were greeted with cheers.

…

Countless figures flickered and followed them to the top of the city.

They have also become accustomed to directly assigning combat equipment, defending the city head, and then some people leave the city to form a battle.

When the Protoss came to attack, all kinds of combat equipment were launched to defend their positions.

The Protoss is not without the strong.

It's just that whenever there is a strong immortal, there are also immortals in the city.

This is not a tragic battle, the Immortal Realm has worn out its combat gear, and the Protoss has only lost some insignificant dark beasts and slayers.

After ten days, Han Muye and the others went into battle and stationed at a section of the city.

If it was in the past, the top of the city would definitely breathe a sigh of relief, and the immortal cultivators who were replaced would have to thank God to come back alive.

But now, no one wants to leave.

Look at the scenery at the top of the city every day, pick up some divinity from time to time, or sometimes go out for a walk around the city. Is this bad?

As a result, a scene that had not been seen in Immortal Burial City appeared in ten thousand years.

There are dozens of times more people stationed on the top of the city every day, and the crowd is crowded.

Even those black armored puppets have to give up some space.

Han Muye and the others were stationed in Immortal Burial City for the first month, and the army left the city for 25 days.

Even the Protoss, there are also some hunting.

…

Xuanling Sword Sect, the trading hall.

Also crowded.

Two old men in golden robes stood in front, and behind them were representatives of various sects.

"Everyone, the treasures for Yunlan Jianxian and the others have been prepared." An old man wearing a golden robe with a long sword on his back looked around with a smile on his face.

"It's just that time is hasty after all," he said with a trace of regret on his face: "What we took out is far less valuable than what Yunlan Jianxian and the others sent back."

This made everyone around him nod.

Those divinity and treasures of the gods were sent back to the immortal world, and the value was doubled, but it was still a good thing that could really improve the combat power of cultivation.

No amount of these treasures is too much.

Compared to the various treasures that Han Muye and the others have been sending back one after another, the preparations from all parties in the Immortal Realm are indeed less.

"But don't worry, we are already stepping up the rush."

"According to Zhao Shaodong's request, refine those powerful weapons."

Another brocade-robed old man raised his hand and took out a scroll with divine light, a trace of madness flashed across his face.

"This is the reward scroll sent by Immortal Burial City!"

"The five Immortal Monarchs of Immortal Burial City jointly signed their names to express their affirmation of our full assistance to Yunlan Sword Immortal and their actions."

Five Immortal Monarchs jointly signed!

What an honor this is!

Around, the representatives of the surrounding sects are all whispering.

"Okay, this time we will send the treasure over, hoping to help Yunlan Jianxian and the others, and make great achievements."

The old man in Jinpao raised his hand and placed his palm on the light formation.

Immortal light shines, and a beam of light rises.

At this time, Zhao Chen and Han Muye were also waiting in the hall of the Immortal Burial City opposite the beam of light.

"In the past month or so, we have already lost nearly 10 billion immortal spirit stones."

"Immortal spirit stone doesn't matter, the key is the wear and tear of battle gear."

Zhao Chen snapped his fingers, then looked up at the light array that lit up ahead: "If those big sects don't give enough benefits, we will tear up the agreement."

"No one would have thought that, eldest brother, you brought reinforcements and kept the Immortal Burial City so safe."

…

Who would have thought that the fighting spirit in Immortal Burial City is now surging, even if it is against the army of the Protoss.

In this way, more and more divinities are gathered.

The big formation is getting stronger and stronger, and even the power of the battle puppet has quietly raised a level.

At the beginning, in order to improve the level of the battle puppet, a group of strong people calculated and went to the Bitter Immortal Domain to find the bloodline elixir.

"Om-"

The light array flashed, and several storage bags appeared.

Han Muye reached out to catch it, while Zhao Chen held a jade slip in his hand.

"Nine thunder gods, so few?"

"Thirty Wanhuatian Thunder Beads, I'm too embarrassed to take this out."

"Hey, there is one thunder in the sky, I'm f*ck, one will cost tens of billions of immortal spirit stones, is this a robbery? Take my big brother as a swindle?"

Looking at the treasures on the jade slip with many names but few in number, Zhao Chen was already angry.

"No, I'm going to send a jade slip over to curse people."

He stretched out his hand towards the point of light.

At this moment, a celestial light flashed, and Immortal Purple Jade, who was wearing a tan cyan robe, landed in front of Han Muye.

"Is there a thunder god?"

Han Muye nodded.

"Give me one." Immortal Ziyu said.

Han Muye raised his hand, took out a large golden slap box, and handed it over carefully.

Immortal Ziyu reached out to take it, and with a movement, he disappeared.

Then, several other guarding Immortal Monarchs appeared.

By the time Zhao Chen reacted, Han Muye had already sent five golden boxes.

"This, big brother, this, the autumn wind is not so big, right?"

"Five, five billion—"

Zhao Chen's voice was hoarse.

This hard-earned fairy stone is gone!

"The thunder of the gods is one of the treasures of Tianyaomen's sect. It is extremely difficult to refine, and each of them can shatter the world. It is a treasure that the immortals must be careful to deal with, and the immortals may die."

Han Muye chuckled lightly and put away several storage bags.

With such treasures in hand, three or two Immortal Monarchs can walk swaggeringly.

Which immortal monarch dares to take action even at the risk of his life?

Xianzun must be careful, Xianjun will die?

Zhao Chen grunted a few times, rubbed his hands, and looked at Han Muye: "Brother, can you lend me one of these..."

In front of him, Han Muye had already moved and disappeared.

"You can't control this thing."

When Han Muye's voice came, Zhao Chen's whole body froze.

…

Han Muye, who had returned to the tent, walked cross-legged, the golden light flickered outside the tent, and a golden box floated in his hand.

Thunder God.

This thing is one of the strongest one-time treasures in the rain-covering fairyland.

Open the gold box, and you can see a dark ball of light locked by the runes in it.

Thunder way.

Reaching out and pressing lightly on the ball of light, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him, the phantom of Kui Niu appeared.

At the moment when the phantom of Kui Niu appeared, the originally silent Thunder God Thunder suddenly vibrated, exuding a heart-wrenching power on it.

This is a thunder ball that can shatter the world. If it bursts at this time, I am afraid that half of the Immortal Burial City will be destroyed.

But Han Muye really extended his hand.

His finger points to the rune on the thunderball.

The rune shattered, and the lightning turned into a torrent, hitting Kui Niu's body.

…

As long as it is the power of thunder, the ancient mythical beast Kui Niu who controls thunder can absorb it.

It's just that the power contained in this thunderbolt is too huge, so big that Han Muye's Kui Niu phantom can absorb less than one-hundred thousandth of the power.

"No wonder this divine thunder can hurt Immortal Venerable."

Feeling the surging power in the divine thunder, Han Muye whispered softly.

The explosion of such magnificent power can really shatter a world in an instant.

"How did Tianyaomen refine such powerful treasures?"

Looking at the thunder light being swallowed by Kui Niu, Han Muye showed a strange look on his face.

Such treasures are not easily refined even by Immortal Venerable Masters.

Tianyaomen is the strongest but Xianjun, what can you use to refine this divine thunder?

If you can unlock the secret of this treasure, wouldn't it have the opportunity to mass-produce it?

His eyes fell on the shattered rune of Fengzhen Shenlei, and Han Muye stretched out his hand and grasped it.

"boom-"

The thunder and fairy light exploded, and the flashing thunder and golden streamer shattered.

The streamer caused by the thunder wrapped Han Muye in it.

He closed his eyes, and the images kept flashing in his mind.

In a vast and boundless world, the stars are flush with the earth, and there is a huge body flashing across the sky.

Those are all divine beasts!

It is a super mythical beast that only survived in the ancient prehistoric era, and many have become extinct, leaving only the bloodline!

Flood!

This is the prehistoric world!

In other words, this is a fragment of the prehistoric world.

This divine thunder came from the prehistoric world.

In the hands of Tianyaomen, there is a fragment of the prehistoric world.

Holding the broken rune tightly, Han Muye suppressed the shock in his heart.

The wild beast, the Kui Niu!

This divine thunder turned out to be from a Kui cow that had survived from the prehistoric era!

The body of this mythical beast that survived in the age of ten thousand worlds has been damaged, and the soul is dormant.

But its body power is huge, especially the thunder power it guides out, which can turn into divine thunder.

Tianyaomen draws strength from this divine beast to stabilize its own sect.

This thundering thunder is the supernatural power of the ancient beast Kui Niu!

"Om-"

With this kind of enlightenment, the group of divine thunder shrouded in the phantom of Kui Niu began to shatter quickly and turned into thunder light.

"Supernatural power, Wanhua Tianlei!"

Understand the magic!

The power of the bloodline supernatural powers returned to the origin, and the Kui Niu's body behind Han Muye began to vibrate, and then swelled rapidly.

The strong muscles and bones are like a body made of gold and bronze, the horns are soaring to the sky, and the golden light flashes in the eyes.

This appearance is no different from the divine beast Kui Niu in the Great Desolation.

The huge power of thunder and lightning circulated in Han Muye's body like a torrent.

After Kui Niu returned to his ancestors, his bloodline strength also began to increase.

The bloodline of Baxia, which was silent in the deepest part of his body, also had the appearance of returning to his ancestors.

Opening his eyes, Han Muye showed surprise on his face.

A divine thunder made his Kui Niu bloodline return to his ancestors, his bloodline strength increased, and his own combat power was multiplied.

"Tianyaomen, Kui Niu, it seems that there is a chance to go there."

If he could wake up the sleeping divine beast, he would be a strong man who could rival Immortal Venerable.

Even if it cannot be awakened, even if it is approached in person, it is definitely a great opportunity to feel the vigor of the power of the Great Desolation.

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It took Han Muye over a month to digest a divine thunder.

After the entire divine thunder was refined, his Kui Niu phantom slowly fell asleep.

It would take thousands of years to completely refine the divine thunder and control this magical power.

"Om-"

Raising his hand, Han Muye spun a golden thunderball in his palm.

Supernatural power, Wanhua Shenlei.

Although this divine thunder was many thousands of times weaker than that thunder, it was a divine power that Han Muye controlled himself.

With this magical power, countless divine thunders can be refined in batches.

One may not be strong, but ten or a hundred, the lethality cannot be underestimated.

If it is a thousand, what about ten thousand?

There was a gleam in his eyes, and around Han Muye's body, there appeared one after another of divine spar.

These divine spar have the same level of power as Honghuang, and are the main source of making divine thunder.

Golden light flashed all over his body, absorbed those divinities, and then turned them into golden thunders.

Three days later, Han Muye walked out of the tent in a dazzling light.

Even if his Kui Niu bloodline phantom was asleep, the power of lightning still radiated from his body.

The magic remains unabated.

"Brother, you can figure it out."

Zhao Chen stepped forward with a bitter face, lowered his body and said, "We lost another 20 billion."

During this month, Han Muye was unable to retreat, and the other swordsmen went out to fight as usual, confronting the Protoss at the head of the city.

The daily wear and tear really hurts Zhao Chen.

In this way, he also understands why the immortal cultivators in this Immortal Burial City are so poor, and the Immortal Burying City clearly controls so many resources, but they dare not let go of their hands and feet.

Can't afford it.

Zhao Chen pinched his fingers to calculate how much he lost, while Han Muye looked up at the sky in the distance.

"I'm going to chat with Senior Lingjian."

He waved his hand, his body moved, and he disappeared in place.

Zhao Chen opened his mouth, but his fingers have not been retracted.

"Yes, it's all about shaking hands," he shook his head and grunted, "I'm the only one worrying about it."

"Hey, seeing you lose the Immortal Spirit Stone, I feel bad..."

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Flying down on top of a broken hall~www.wuxiahere.com~ Han Muye took out a wine gourd.

A golden light flashed, and the spirit sword Jinxian wearing a gray robe flew over.

"Wine is good wine."

Taking the gourd from Han Muye's hand, he took a long gulp, and the spirit sword Jinxian turned to look at Han Muye.

"I'm afraid you can't drink this wine for nothing, right?"

Han Muye nodded, looked at him, and said softly, "Senior, are you interested in making a bigger one?"

Lingjian Jinxian licked the wine from his lips, stretched out his hand and stroked a unkempt beard, his eyes fell on Han Muye: "How old?"

"It's very big." Above Han Muye's palm, a golden thunder light flashed.

Full comprehension level: Sixty years of sword pavilion