Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 473 Re-entering the dam, the third-rank general (33)

sacrificing souls.

Step into paradise.

Ao Jin's expression froze, and he frowned: "Sacrificing souls, at least tens of thousands of souls, the power of my spirit armor monster clan-"

Before he could finish speaking, Han Muye had already said, "Don't tell me that your Spirit Armor Monster Race doesn't have so many creatures."

"If I didn't know your family, I wouldn't come here."

Under Ao Jin's shocked gaze, Han Muye said a sentence: "What your Spirit Armor Monster Clan desires most is to return to the Immortal Realm."

return!

Their family originally came from the fairyland!

"Who the hell is you!" Ao Jin's expression turned sullen, and a monstrous force from his body pressed down on Han Muye.

But this power only appeared, and the immortal energy in Han Muye's palm had risen and turned into a curtain of light.

A curtain of light shrouded, blocking Ao Jin's blood and spiritual energy from the outside.

Han Muye sat there peacefully.

The expression on Ao Jin's face changed, and finally he slowly put away all the blood and spiritual energy.

Han Muye shook his head.

The Lingjia monsters came from the fairyland, or they were stocked in the fairyland, which he saw from the records of Zhou Bangyu, the treasure house of the divine court.

There is still a power in the hands of the Emperor of God, which is specially designed to monitor the growth of these spirit armor monsters.

It is said that the Spirit Armor Monster Race is an experiment of the beast-fighting sect of the immortal world.

The ancestor of the Lingjia monster clan was the bloodline of the fairy beasts in the immortal world.

"Immortal world..."

With a trace of nostalgia on Ao Jin's face, he shook his head and said, "Even if I know that I can only be enslaved after I go back, the longer I live, the more I want to go back and have a look."

Looking at Han Muye again, Ao Jin's expression was calm.

"Tell me how we can work together."

...

Han Muye stayed in this small valley for most of the day, and then set foot on his way to leave.

Seeing his figure dissipate, the smiling Ao Jin's expression slowly turned serious.

"Brother, how much of this kid's words are true, and how much is false?" An old man in a green robe appeared beside Ao Jin, with doubts on his face.

"That's right, we don't know much about Immortal Realm, how could he know so clearly." On the other side, the old man of the same stature also fell.

"Yes, I don't think his words are credible. It is impossible for anyone in this world to understand the fairy world." An old man wearing a gray robe said firmly.

Ao Jin shook his head, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly: "No, there is a person in this world who knows about the fairy world."

Several old men were stunned and turned to look at Ao Jin.

Ao Jin looked indifferent and said softly, "God Emperor."

"Impossible, the God Emperor has already fallen..." The old man who spoke only opened his mouth, but even he was hesitant.

"Rebirth, body seizure, incarnation, remnant soul, it's really possible..."

Several other people's expressions became solemn.

Ao Jin smiled and waved his hand: "No matter who he is, this transaction can still be done."

"With the power of Taoism and sacrifice, our entire clan has ascended to the Immortal Realm."

"As long as those old guys really sacrifice at that time, we will really soar."

Everyone looked at each other with surprises on their faces.

fairyland.

That's the place you've been dreaming of!

When Han Muye walked out of the Shuiling Palace hall, whether it was the Shuiling Palace Palace Master or anyone else, seeing him felt a little more fearful.

The power of the bloodline of the Spirit Armor Monster Race starts from the bones.

The suppression of this ethnic group determines the strict hierarchy.

If Han Muye could trade with their clan elders, he would naturally be in awe of them.

The valley is not on the endless sea, but is connected by the power of space.

It seems that the Spirit Armor Monster Race is still afraid of Endless Heavenly Venerate.

Han Muye knew for a long time that although the Spirit Armor Monster Race had strong people, there was no such thing as a supremely strong person.

Their family relies on the strong power of bloodline reproduction.

That's why they don't care about the life and death of the ethnic group.

When he fell back into the endless sea, Han Muye didn't see Bai Zeyu.

But Endless Heavenly Venerate came with an invitation.

Han Muye's spiritual sense swept across Yujingjianpu, Liukui Pavilion, Wenyuan Pavilion, and then flew into the endless sea.

Different from the last time, the endless sea is more distinct this time.

It seems that the construction of the eighteen hells of the Endless Heavenly Venerate is very effective.

Sure enough, when he saw the Endless Heavenly Venerate again, Han Muye felt the power coming from the other side, and it was magnificent.

This is a great advance in cultivation, and it is difficult to suppress for a while.

It is also possible that Endless Heavenly Venerate has never thought of suppressing it.

The improvement of his cultivation is to set a benchmark for those great powers who want to transcend, not to suppress, to let these people see more clearly.

"You went to find the Spirit Armor Monster Race?" Looking at Han Muye, the Endless Heavenly Venerate said.

Han Muye nodded.

"This Heavenly Venerate did not expect that the Taoism would turn into a world of great competition." Endless Heavenly Venerate shook his head, with a hint of emotion on his face.

"Reopening Shengxiantai, these guys are crazy."

Endless Tianzun himself has embarked on the road of detachment, and naturally it doesn't matter whether he can open Shengxiantai or not.

But others are beyond detachment, and they still yearn for soaring to the Immortal Realm.

Even, the detachment of the Endless Heavenly Venerate may be the catalyst for making those powerful minds firm.

But these things can only be guessed, it is impossible to say it seriously.

Han Muye didn't make it clear to Endless Heavenly Venerate what he was doing with the Spirit-seeking Armored Monster Clan.

Endless Heavenly Venerate did not ask.

Instead, they discussed something about the structure of hell and its priesthood.

Endless Tianzun promised that when the Dao Contest began, Endless Sea would definitely support Tianxuan and stand on Tianxuan's side.

But if he was serious about offering sacrifices, the only thing he could do would be to fight for it with all his strength and bring out Han Muye himself.

Those who dare to sacrifice to one world, he does not dare to offend easily.

To have this promise, for Han Muye, he has done his best.

When he walked out of the hall of Endless Heavenly Venerate, he saw Bai Zeyu walking over with some vain steps.

"Haha, brother Han, brother." Han Muye was taken aback by Bai Zeyu's enthusiasm.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face: "I still have a few bottles of medicinal pills, do you want it?"

Bai Zeyu laughed loudly and said, "I want the one with more side effects, the bigger the better."

Han Muye shook his head and threw the jade bottle over with a smile.

For him now, the value of these medicinal pills is no longer worth seeing.

What he used in his practice were all the top-quality spiritual stones obtained from the treasure house of the divine court.

Leaving the Endless Sea, Han Muye did not return to the Dao battle.

Originally, he was going to use this divine beast clone to go straight into the land of Taoism, fuse with the main body, and raise his own strength to the peak.

But looking at it now, the danger of the land of Taoism is not inside, but outside.

Even if he has the strongest power, he can't impress those great powers, so that they don't make sacrifices to fight for the land.

No matter how strong the ants are, they are only ants after all.

The main body retreats, and his divine beast clone crosses the void and goes into the dam.

Dike, this is his third visit.

The first time I crossed the dam to the ancient cloud galaxy, I encountered many exotic beasts, and I also encountered the wooden temple, and got the treasure to drive the grass whip.

The second time he turned from the ancient cloud galaxy, he fought against the gods, and obtained a lot of treasures guarded by the gods. From the memory of the gods, he saw the treasure house of the gods scattered.

The treasure house of the divine court was the opportunity for his rise.

This time, all he has to do is re-enter the dyke.

"boom--"

Only three thousand miles into the dike, a flying cow with one horn and two wings slammed into him.

In this dam that forbids the power of the spiritual energy and the soul, it is not surprising that the beasts with strong physical strength and strange shapes are not surprising.

When the flying bull collided, Han Muye raised his hand and smashed it down.

The flying cow with a body of ten feet collapsed and flew out.

"What a tough cowhide." Han Muye whispered, looking at the wailing flying cow.

He flew up, punching and kicking.

But for a moment, the flying cow was dying.

In Han Muye's palm, a pale blue fairy light enveloped, and a trace of thunder and lightning poured into the flying cow's body.

"Thorn-"

The flying cow trembled, and there was a trace of clarity in the blood-red eyes.

Immortal light and thunder light surged, and the flying bull roared in pain, with a flash of surrender in his eyes.

When Han Muye let go, Fei Niu was already standing in front of him.

Han Muye stepped out and landed on Fei Niu's back.

The flying cow stepped on its four hooves, spread its wings, and ran among the embankments full of rocks.

With the flying cow mount, Han Muye saved a lot of things.

At least there are fewer alien beasts intercepted.

Even the ancient god general who had lost his intelligence and only knew about slaughter didn't look for him again. I don't know if it was because of the flying cow, or because he didn't take action and didn't leak his breath.

For three days in a row, the flying bull ran 800,000 miles.

"boom--"

A sword light came down, blocking Han Muye.

The flying cow couldn't dodge in time, and one of its wings was cut off by a knife.

A quaint-looking black armored general with a long sword stood with a sword.

The robe armor on this warrior turned out to be the armor of the third-rank god general of the ancient divine court.

A third-rank god general, an existence in the ancient divine court who was in charge of an army of one million, who could swept the world.

"The imperial beasts flying above the Shenjing should be slashed."

The god general gave a low drink, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed again on the head.

The light of the blade was clear, and with just one slash, the blade had already emerged from Han Muye's waist.

Power beyond space!

This knife is blessed with space power!

Han Muye's body moved and disappeared where he was, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away.

If the sword of the divine general in front of him is an ordinary Taoist ancestor, or even a first-time entry into the realm of Heavenly Venerate, I am afraid that it will not be able to stop it.

Han Muye wouldn't be able to stop him if he hadn't smashed out a profound understanding of the power of time and space with a top-quality spirit stone.

With this knife alone, the one in front of him can fight against Tianzun.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the long knife, and then his brows furrowed.

"Xuanming sword..."

Among the records of Zhou Bangyu's treasury, there is this sword.

"You are Yu Jun, commander of the Imperial Guard of the God Court."

This sword was originally received by the Imperial Guard Commander.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the god general, who was about to slash again with the knife, was slightly taken aback for a moment, and there was a hint of agility in his blood-colored eyes.

"God court guard, god court guard..."

"Guard the divine court, fight to the death, fight to the death—"

The blood suddenly rose in the eyes of the god, and the long knife in his hand was clenched, and he slashed into the surrounding void.

He didn't look for Han Muye again, he just hacked and slashed randomly in the void.

One after another illusory knife light, layers of space were torn apart, and there were also knife lights that appeared from nowhere and disappeared from time to time.

This is what the disorder of space power looks like.

If this one is sober, he is definitely the strongest among Heavenly Venerate.

Han Muye's eyes flickered, and his figure slowly melted away.

When Shen Yu was slashed by Jun's knife and his figure retreated, Han Muye's figure suddenly appeared behind Yu Jun and punched out.

Motivated by the power of time, he landed where he stood before.

"Bam—"

A punch with a thunderous light rested on Jun's waist, making him stiff.

But Han Muye also showed a hint of pain on his face.

A knife mark appeared on his arm.

The knife light with the power of space tore a hole in his arm.

His avatar is the body of the beast, so defensive, so defensive can't stop this knife.

"boom--"

Yu Jun, who was wrapped in the thunder, was surging with suffocating energy.

On him, the power of qi and blood dissipated instantly and turned into a blood-colored cloak.

This is the aura of a divine court warrior.

"Who are you?" Looking at Han Muye, Yu Jun's eyes were icy cold.

"General Yu, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that the court has collapsed, and you are trapped in this place and cannot escape."

Lightning flashed on Han Muye's body.

A trace of pain appeared on Yu Jun's face, and blood flashed in his eyes.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the cyan fairy light and thunder light wrapped around him and flew forward.

Yu Jun reached out and grabbed the light ball, crushing it with one palm.

"Bam—"

Thunder light and immortal energy intertwined and circulated on his body.

He let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Han Muye with a calmer expression.

"Can you tell me about the outside world?"

The creatures in the dam did not lose their minds directly, they also struggled.

They also know their situation.

Han Muye nodded and recounted what he knew.

Yu Jun had a complicated look on his face and sighed from time to time.

As a general of the divine court, he has feelings for the divine court.

"If it wasn't for the seniors who left on the Ascension Stage, there was no news, how could the divine court collapse..."

Yu Jun shook his head.

"What happened to Shengxiantai?" he asked.

Han Muye shut down Shengxiantai, and until now, someone is going to tell about Shengxiantai's reopening.

"Reopen Shengxiantai?" A look of fear flashed on Yu Jun's face.

"Do they really want to destroy this world?" Yu Jun whispered, looking at Han Muye.

"You said, what did you come here for?"

Han Muye's expression was calm and he said in a low voice, "I want to meet the Wood God."

Wood God.

Not a wooden temple.

Hearing his words, Yu Jun had a complicated look on his face, nodded and said, "The Wood God is here. He is seriously injured and has been in retreat. He has been in the Wood God Temple."

Speaking of this, he looked around: "Since Shengxiantai is about to reopen, we guys shouldn't stay here."

"You are Tian Xuan in the land of Taoism, right?"

"When I wake up those old brothers, I will go to Tianxuan."

Han Muye didn't know how many old brothers Yu Jun had here, or whether his old brothers were as strong as him.

However, based on the principle of not having too many allies, he took out a few treasures that contained fairy energy, and took out a few magical treasures that could inspire thunder.

Yu Jun guided Han Muye on the way to the Wooden Temple.

Watching him leave, Yu Jun stood there with a hint of depth in his eyes.

"I am afraid that the only one who can awaken the power of my source is the God Emperor..."

"who are you?"

...

Following Yu Jun's guidance, Han Muye spent five days to finally see the wooden temple again.

It's just that in front of him, there are no wooden puppets, and some are broken palaces.

Also, countless alien beasts besieging the hall.

Golden wolf.

Countless golden giant wolves rushed towards the great hall wrapped in blue aura.