Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In front of the six-headed dragon beast with a ten thousand-foot body, Han Muye's figure looked like an ant.

But in such a scene, Han Muye's voice was cold, saying that he would give the dragon carving beast a chance to challenge.

This is a fool?

No one thinks that way.

Because at this time, Han Muye is climbing to the sky step by step, hanging in the void, quietly floating above the river Styx where nothing floats!

How can a person who can stand still on the Styx River be a fool?

"He, how strong is he..." Feng Yi, who stretched his head out, murmured.

He had seen Han Muye's methods of cultivation on the Styx River.

Now, he saw Han Muye standing in the air.

Such a person has completely exceeded his imagination.

"Probably, he is already very strong." Ancestor Tao Ran shook his head and spoke softly.

He has long been unable to guess how strong Han Muye is.

At the bow, Huang Laoliu clenched his fists tightly.

When he first entered Jiange, this guy was still a brat.

During the battle at Yunchao Ridge in Fengshou Mountain, I became possessed and showed off in front of this guy.

When I was in the Demon Realm, apart from wanting to go back to Tianxuan to see Pingmei, I just wanted to improve my cultivation and show off in front of Han Muye.

But it wasn't until this kid came out of the embankment to see him again that he realized that he was already fighting like hell.

After that, Han Muye directly threw himself and everyone else away and became the ancestor of swordsmanship.

Not seen in two thousand years, Huang Laoliu rushed to the realm of Tianzun holding his breath.

Goodbye to Han Muye, he is already in the realm of a celestial being.

Even if the Immortal Source World becomes the Immortal Realm, after a hundred years of practice, he has made great progress, and he himself has become a Celestial Immortal, but he is still incomparable to Han Muye.

There is really no comparison.

At this moment, watching Han Muye face the mighty six-headed dragon sculpture alone, he didn't even have the qualifications to fight side by side with him.

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it after I've practiced well and rushed to the Golden Immortal." Huang Laoliu gritted his teeth and turned his head to look around.

Eighteen ships of the Styx have stopped around because the sails were broken.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Laoliu shouted loudly: "What are you doing in a daze? Hoist the sails and get out of here!"

He flew out and landed on the head of the Bone Erosion Beast below, and then stabbed the bow of the Styx Boat with a spear in his hand, urging the Bone Erosion Beast to drag the Styx Boat away slowly.

The other ships of the Styx also raised their spare sails, followed this one, made a small turn, and left the battlefield.

The place where the six-headed dragon sculptures and beasts are at war with humans, the only way to die is for the boat of the Styx to break in.

"boom--"

After the fleet left for a while, there was a loud noise in the sky.

Everyone looked back, only to see that the six dragon carving beasts had been clapped with both paws.

The black streamer tore through the void, and the claws carried the power to shatter the sky and the earth.

If the fleet is still there, the strong wind captured by these claws can overturn all the ships of the Styx.

"Too, too strong..." Among the returning practitioners, someone whispered in horror.

The others were also pale, with fear in their eyes.

How could a practitioner be able to stop such a powerful beast?

If it can't be stopped, will the six-headed dragon carving beast catch up?

Many people felt miserable.

Under the claws of the dragon carving beast, Han Muye punched out.

Fist shadow has a whistling.

But this punch looked like nothing in front of the huge body of the dragon sculpture.

Ants waving their arms in front of a dragon, who cares?

But in the next moment, this fist forcefully pushed those claws back.

It was extremely strange, this punch really fixed the claws of the six-headed dragon carving beast, and then rushed back backwards.

This scene made everyone on the boat of the Styx stunned.

"How powerful his physical body is..." Luo Ren felt chills all over his body, and his legs and feet kept trembling.

Beside him, Tang Jin, who was full of flesh, also twitched at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fear.

Makoto Ishihara, who was curled up on the ground not far away, murmured in his mouth, not knowing what he was talking about.

"boom--"

Han Muye pushed back the claws of the six-headed dragon carving beast with one punch, his face remained unchanged, and the phantom of a hundred-foot-long kui ox appeared behind him.

The shadow of the Kui Niu appeared, and it swelled to a height of tens of thousands of feet, and the lightning flashed between the horns on the top of its head.

The shadow of ten thousand feet!

At this moment, the Styx ferrymen and practitioners on the eighteen Styx boats were all stunned.

What kind of strong man can condense the phantom of ten thousand feet?

"Moo—"

Kui Niu let out a low growl, and Han Muye raised his hand and punched again.

The fist with the power of lightning flashed thunder.

The six-headed dragon carving beast also roared, and the three pairs of wings slapped Han Muye on the head.

The power of the wings collided with the fist, and the six pairs of eyes of the dragon carving beast widened, trembling all over.

The power of lightning travels through the body, as if it wants to paralyze it directly.

The power of cultivation is forbidden on the Styx River, how can the person in front of him use the power of thunder and lightning?

"boom--"

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the tops of the six-headed dragon beasts fiercely.

This ray of lightning caused the six heads of the dragon carving beast to sway continuously, as if being hit by a heavy hammer.

For countless thousands of years above the Styx River, it has never felt this kind of power of heaven and earth.

This power makes its blood vessels imprisoned, and its body seems to be torn apart at once.

The original flapping wings also became stiff, and the whole body fell directly into the Styx River.

"Boom—"

The huge body smashed into the river surface, stirring up countless bloody waves.

The eighteen Styx boats in the distance were engulfed by the wave and thrown hundreds of miles away in an instant.

Everyone on the boat who was trying to stabilize their bodies stared blankly at the sky.

There, there was only a phantom of a huge Kui ox supporting the sky standing still.

That powerful cultivator actually directly defeated the six-headed dragon carving beast and smashed it into the Styx River?

how can that be?

How could there be such a strong man in the world?

Those ferrymen on the Styx River also watched in horror as Han Muye slowly put away the phantom of Kui Niu.

The six-headed dragon carving beast that even the Great Elder could not defeat with the soul-suppressing banner in his hand, was defeated just like that?

Falling into the River Styx, where nothing floats, will it never return?

"Win?" Huang Laoliu said softly.

As soon as the words fell, his complexion changed drastically.

The phantom of the Kui Niu on the dome of the sky has not dissipated yet, and a giant claw directly protrudes from the blood-colored river below, tearing the phantom of the Kui Niu into pieces.

Then, a long neck protruded from the river, and the seven heads above the neck opened their mouths and roared upwards.

seven!

Not only was the six-headed dragon carving beast not defeated, but its strength was improved and it turned into seven heads!

Seven-headed dragon carving beast!

Just the energy and blood that flashed from the giant beast's body froze the blood of all the people on the 18 Styx boats a hundred miles away.

The demon icon behind Huang Laoliu trembled, roared silently unwillingly, and finally turned into nothingness.

His face was pale, and he stared closely at the seven-headed dragon carving beast that slowly dived into the Styx River.

He didn't know if Han Muye, who had been destroyed by Kui Niu's phantom, would survive.

Without looking back, Huang Laoliu drove the Bone Erosion Beast forward, pulling away the Styx boat with only one sail left.

My own strength is not enough, it is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the seven-headed dragon carving beast.

To avenge Han Muye, he needs more power.

Perhaps, there is the power he needs in the Holy City of Styx.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged the bone erosion beast forward, heading towards the Holy City of Styx.

No matter what method is used, he needs to get strong power.

—————

Han Muye, who was pulled into the river, was about to rush out of the water, but stopped.

Because the moment he fell into the water, the bloody river around him turned into a torrent and poured into his body.

His body was like a dry desert, no amount of river water could be absorbed enough.

It was an extremely nourishing feeling.

It seems that the world that has been thirsty for countless thousands of years has been watered all at once.

The power of the Styx is the power of qi and blood.

In this Styx river, there is almost endless energy and blood power.

This power was released by a strong immortal who was injured in the last calamity, rolling and galloping.

To perceive the power of the Styx is to perceive the power of a strong immortal.

Looking at the bloody river in front of him, Han Muye smiled.

The water of the Styx River near the Luansha Reef is no longer under the control of the Styx Immortal.

The various forces intertwined here are all in the realm of immortals.

Whether it's the alien beasts at the bottom of the water or the seven-headed dragon carving beasts, they are all manifestations of alien powers.

It is the residence of the power to injure the Styx Immortal in the calamity.

Since this place is no longer under the control of Styx Immortal Venerable, isn't there no harm in absorbing the power here?

Didn't you feel sorry for the senior who once rescued you?

He couldn't control it anyway.

Slowly releasing the suppression of the power of the blood, a blue vortex appeared around Han Muye's body.

The vortex was getting bigger and bigger, but in an instant it locked the surrounding hundred feet.

Ten breaths, the vortex turns into a thousand feet.

The seven-headed dragon sculptures that had just fallen into the bloody river looked at Han Muye in horror.

The devouring power conveyed by Han Muye has exceeded his comprehension.

Seeing this huge dragon sculpture, Han Muye raised his hand.

A thunder flashed.

The carved dragon trembled all over, and the eyes on the seven heads showed longing and panic.

Desire, the previous thunder broke through the bottleneck that it could not break through for countless thousands of years, allowing it to form the seventh song.

Panic, the feeling of thunder and lightning entering the body, really uncomfortable.

But no matter whether it was panic or longing, that bolt of lightning had already exploded in an instant.

Then, countless thunderbolts rolled in the entire river, turning into a sea of ​​thunder.

The seven-headed dragon sculpture roared miserably, rolling in the river, wanting to escape but unable to do so.

Han Muye shook his head.

The souls and physical strength of the alien beasts living in the Styx River are extremely tyrannical, but their control over the power of heaven and earth is extremely poor.

Although the thunder he inspired was powerful, it was only enough to make the heavenly immortals fall and the golden immortals flee.

With the physical strength of the seven-headed dragon carving beast, it can be completely resisted.

But these seven-headed dragon sculptures are completely based on instinct, without any real use of power.

This is a manifestation of not awakening the power of the bloodline.

"boom--"

Lei Guang wrapped the seven-headed dragon carving beast and turned it into a cocoon of light.

Han Muye himself was submerged in the river, constantly absorbing the energy and blood in the river.

Around his body, there is also a blood-colored light cocoon.

In the light cocoon, endless qi and blood kept surging.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when Han Muye opened his eyes again, the power of the blood was surging like a tide, and the phantom of Kui Niu reappeared behind him.

This time, the power of Kui Niu was directly solidified.

With a golden body, long horns leaning against the sky, and lightning flashes in both eyes, it looks like an ancient kui ox revived.

The divine light in Han Muye's eyes intertwined, he pondered for a moment, and took out one of the last two divine thunders in his hand.

This is the supernatural power condensed by the sleeping Kui Niu from the prehistoric era.

Each one is the top killing treasure in the fairy world.

He raised his hand to hold the divine thunder, and without hesitation, he drew the power in it and slammed into the body of Kui Niu behind him.

"Boom—"

The power of Shenlei was so surging that it directly smashed the body of Kui Niu.

The divine thunder refined by Kui Niu at the beginning still had a lot of power accumulated, but now the power of the second divine thunder poured in, and it was no longer able to control it.

In the surrounding river, the surging thunder roared again, and the seven-headed dragon carving beasts wrapped in light cocoons screamed again.

Kui Niu's body exploded and did not gather again.

The power of Qi and blood surged from Han Muye's body, merged with the power of the divine thunder and the power of Kui Niu, and then crashed into his divine treasure.

The Sword of Primordial Spirit that he originally hid in Shenzang flashed and landed in his mind.

There are also four five-element furnaces in the Shenzang, and they are also fleeing in a panic at this time.

Qi, blood and divine thunder collided into the divine treasure, and the power of Kui Niu converged and entangled with the scattered power of the divine soul in the divine treasure.

A long sword shining with lightning appeared.

There were streaks of thunder flashing on this long sword, and the blade was blood red, exuding the power of qi and blood that made people tremble all over.

Condensed in Qi and blood, combined in soul.

Using qi, blood and thunder as a sword can cut off the power of heaven and earth!

Han Muye's eyes flashed brightly, he raised his hand, and the third Primordial Spirit Sword landed in his palm.

As soon as the sword appeared, the surrounding river trembled.

The water of the Styx means surrender in front of this sword.

"Severing Heaven and Earth, then this sword is called Absolute Immortal Sword."

Han Muye's primordial spirit had condensed into three long swords.

An Immortal Killing Sword was formed by combining his aura and soul to gather the will to kill. With this sword, he could fight against the sky. Now it is stored in the God Realm, guarding his cave.

An immortal sword can be turned into tens of millions, it is the combination of his immortal power and spirit, energy and spirit, and comprehend the power of Zhou Tian's great formation. Those who are trapped and strong cannot extricate themselves. Now this sword is hidden in Han Muye's mind.

One is the Absolute Immortal Sword formed by the fusion of endless energy and blood and the supernatural power of thunder, which arouses the power of the soul.

The power attribute of this sword is connected with the Styx River, it can forbid the power of heaven and earth, and it has the supernatural power of thunder, it can destroy all things.

These three swords have different strengths, but they all have their own characteristics.

If they can be used in combination, the power is unimaginable.

The agglomeration of the third Yuanshen sword represented the completion of Han Muye's own swordsmanship.

His soul has already touched Da Luo, and his perception of power is that of an immortal, and he has two rules of power that even immortals are pursuing.

Now his three primordial spirit swords have been condensed, and his cultivation has reached the critical point of a golden immortal.

But in this river of darkness, even if the strength of the cultivation base is improved, it cannot attract the infusion of the power of heaven and earth, so it is better to suppress it temporarily.

Han Muye had an idea, he planned to suppress his cultivation and not be promoted to Golden Immortal for the time being, and step into Golden Immortal one step further when he returned to the Immortal Realm.

Anyway, his combat power is not linked to his cultivation.

Holding the long sword in hand, Han Muye looked at the lightning cocoon ahead.

As soon as the long sword was drawn, a green sword light chopped the light cocoon into pieces.

The cold sword light pointed at the seven-headed dragon beasts.

The carved dragon trembled all over, spread its wings on its back, and was just about to charge forward when the thunder light on Han Muye's long sword exploded.

The dragon carving beast screamed and was enveloped by lightning again.

When the thunder light dissipated, the eyes of the seven heads of the dragon carving beast revealed a fierce light.

Han Muye didn't wait for it to move, and cut down with his sword again.

When the thunder light dissipated, a pair of wings appeared on the back of the carved dragon.

The strength of the extra pair of wings naturally increased a lot, the seven heads roared wildly, and the four pairs of wings spread out.

Then, it was cut off with a sword.

The most painful thing in the world is lack of strength.

What is more painful is that the strength has improved, and then it is discovered that the strength is still insufficient.

The seventh song was born, and the strength was insufficient.

Formed a fourth pair of wings, the strength is insufficient.

Awakening the power of the bloodline, the power is not enough.

Incarnate as an adult, but still lacks strength.

"boom--"

Han Muye slashed out with the sword in his hand, and the stern black-robed youth standing in front of him was directly chopped off.

Surrounded by sword light and thunder light, his body twisted continuously, turning into a seven-headed dragon beast for a while, and turning into a black-robed youth for a while.

"I, I, take it, take it..."

I have never spoken human words, and the first sentence I spoke was, I am convinced.

Han Muye smiled and slowly withdrew his sword.

He has already discovered that the so-called seven-headed dragon carving beast is just a strange beast with the blood of the Nine Phoenix.

Jiufeng, also known as nine-headed bird in ancient times.

It was a powerful beast that could compete with the phoenix and walk in the flames.

The awakened bloodline power and inheritance memory of these seven dragon carving beasts are not many, and they have no names.

Han Muye named him Han Qi.

Who told this guy to have seven heads?

After stepping out of the Styx River and landing on the rock, Han Qi stammered and told Han Muye about his experience on the Styx River.

Among the strange beasts living in the rocky reef, Han Qi was not considered the strongest.

They were metamorphosed with the help of the power of the Styx, and then grew here all the time.

The Styx Immortal fell to this place and was suppressed by a long spear, and the power in his body dissipated and turned into Styx.

"The Immortal is here, at the bottom of the Holy City of Styx."

"We, actually, wouldn't hurt him."

"The ones who really want to hurt him are the people in the holy city."

"The great elder, use the soul-suppressing flag to refine it..." Han Qi gestured.

The Great Elder in the Holy City of Styx disappeared a million years ago, but he was actually refining the soul of the Immortal with the help of the Soul-Suppressing Banner.

The strange beasts and ghost beasts in the Luansha Reef sensed this, and knew that once the spirit of the Immortal Venerable fell and the Great Elder of the Holy City expanded his combat power, he would definitely hunt them down, so they joined forces to stop the Holy City.

For millions of years, the Holy City has been suppressed.

Unable to draw on the power of the holy city, the Great Elder used the soul-suppressing banner to absorb the power of countless practitioners.

He spread all kinds of news to attract foreign practitioners into the holy city, and then integrated the spiritual power of these outsiders into the soul-suppressing banner.

"He's already very strong." Han Qi looked at Han Muye, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Maybe stronger than you."

What Han Qi said came from his sense of power.

There may be deviations, but the Great Elder of the Holy City of Styx is probably really strong.

If not, he would not dare to refine the soul of Immortal Styx Styx.

Han Muye looked up at the sky.

The place he is now is not controlled by the power of the Styx, and neither the Great Elder of the Holy City nor the Immortal of the Styx can perceive him.

If he appears in the place controlled by the power of Styx, he will be sensed.

He turned his head and looked at the surrounding void with a smile on his face.

He who can see through the breath of heaven and earth can use this method to walk in places unknown to the Immortal Styx and the Great Elder of the Holy City.

"Where are the strong men in the massacre reef you mentioned?"

"Let's meet together."

Han Muye looked at Han Qi.

Han Qi nodded, and transformed into a seven-headed dragon beast again, then let out a low growl, and flew up to the sky with Han Muye on his back.

I didn't think it before, but now on the back of the carved dragon, Han Muye sees a different scene.

The reefs are clearly arranged in a strange formation.

Although it was just peeking at a corner, Han Muye got some information after some deduction.

This formation is a formation that locks the lost power, and it is also a suppression formation.

I don't know if this formation was arranged by Immortal Master Minghe himself, or by his opponent?

Although Han Qi couldn't see the aura of power, the places he flew over were places where different kinds of power gathered.

This seems to be some kind of induction in the body after living in the Styx for a long time.

After flying for half a day with Han Muye on their backs, they landed on an island much larger than Xuanming Island.

There is some greenery on this island, which is extremely rare in the blood-colored river water.

"Zhulao and Fenglao live on Fenglin Island." Han Qi, who was transformed into a human, pointed forward.

"Zhu Lao's body is a bamboo forest, Feng Lao, I don't know."

Looking at Han Muye, Han Qi's eyes fell on the long sword behind him.

"Feng Lao can also use a sword."

A strange beast that can use a sword?

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Walking slowly with Han Qi, he watched the rare scenery around him while walking.

The stacked gravel is somewhat elegant, and the small trees are also quite sculpted.

The gravel road is paved with bluestone, which is different from the surrounding black reefs.

Walking forward, a continuous bamboo forest appeared in front of you.

The green bamboo leaves and branches are swaying with the wind, and the river breeze is soothing, bringing soft sounds from the bamboo forest.

It's a good scene.

But what is this place?

This is the depths of the Styx!

The blood-colored water reflected around it, making the island look so unreal.

Further forward, through the bamboo forest, a thatched cottage is located in it.

There is a small courtyard in front of the thatched house, with stone tables and benches, and some dried fish hanging on wooden racks to dry.

In the Styx, are there fish?

In front of the stone table, two white-haired old men were sitting upright, as if they were playing chess.

Seeing Han Muye and Han Qi coming, the two old men turned their heads.

The old man in the gray robe had a simple face and a long beard, showing a bit of kindness.

The old man in the black robe had sharp halos in his eyes, and a somewhat stern look on his face.

"Huh, you have transformed into a form?" The gray-robed old man looked at Han Qi with surprise in his eyes.

"Your cultivation seems to have improved a lot."

The old man in black robe looked at Han Muye, then frowned, looking at the long sword behind Han Muye.

"Sword repair?"

There seemed to be a surge of sword intent in him.

Han Qi turned his head to look at Han Muye, and said, "This is my elder brother, I will follow elder brother from now on."

At this time, they had already walked to the small courtyard.

Hearing Han Qi say to follow Han Muye, the two elders looked at each other.

"You are the first person in millions of years who can subdue dragon carving beasts on the Styx River." The kindness on the face of the gray-robed old man turned into solemnity.

"Who are you?"

Although the old man in black robe opposite him did not speak, there was a cyan sword light flashing in front of him.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he walked forward slowly.

He looked at the black and white chess pieces on the table, with a hint of depth in his eyes.

"The two seniors are talking in hand? It just so happens that Han is also good at this."

As his voice fell, the black and white chess pieces on the table exploded and turned into countless golden streamers.

The golden streamer condensed into a beam of light in the horrified eyes of the two old men, covering the bodies of the four of them.

"Here, is the void world?"

"No, it's the land of nothingness."

The two old men whispered in their mouths, and looked at Han Muye.

"Leading us into nothingness, is this challenging us?"

"One against two?"

On the two of them, two forces of different attributes surged.

Around the old man in gray robe, green bamboo leaves emerged, and two soft bamboo whips danced gently in his hands.

A pair of sapphire-like swords emerged from the back of the black-robed old man. He raised his hand and drew his sword, holding both swords upside down.

"Double swords?" Han Muye's eyes showed a fighting spirit.

"interesting."

"Canglang—"

He unsheathed the big sword behind his back, stepped forward with one step, and the long sword slashed down fiercely.

This sword is fast, and the sword light seems to smash the nothingness into pieces.

Fortunately, this place has returned to nothingness, no matter how broken it is, there is no way to break it up.

This sword is direct, it is just a sword slash.

But under this extremely direct long sword, the expressions of the two old men turned serious.

The old man in gray robe raised his hand, and the long bamboo whip attracted endless green bamboo leaves to block in front of him, spinning continuously.

The old man in black robe moved and disappeared in the same place.

"Boom—"

The sword light collided with the bamboo leaves, severed the layered curtains formed by the bamboo leaves, and then hit the bamboo whip in the palm of the gray-robed old man.

The bamboo whip shattered at the sound, the gray-robed old man's face turned pale, and his whole body turned backwards.

With the movement of his body, the power of Han Muye's sword was released, and the sword light shattered and returned to nothingness.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand was raised again.

At this moment, Han Qi behind him showed horror in his eyes, and whispered: "Be careful——"

In front of his eyes, the black-robed old man suddenly appeared with two swords intertwined, stabbing towards Han Muye's neck.

quick.

ruthless.

This sword is comparable to Han Muye's move against the moon.

"boom--"

Han Muye didn't seem to notice the black-robed old man at all, and the big sword in his hand was still slashing down.

But when he cut out the sword, his footsteps quietly took half a step forward.

It was this half step that directly staggered the space between him and the pair of swords.

With the majestic sword light on his head, the old man in gray robe didn't dare to resist any longer, and retreated.

The sword in the black-robed old man's hand fell to nothing, he swung his hands, and drew out the sword again.

But at this moment, Han Muye took another step forward, and slashed down with the sword in his hand again.

The old man in gray robe retreated again.

In front of Han Qi, the scene was strange.

Han Muye pinned Zhu Lao who was wearing a gray robe with his sword.

Feng Lao, who is known for assassinating with swordsmanship, double-sworded in succession, but he couldn't even touch Han Muye's hair.

Is this still Zhulao and Fenglao whom I have known for so many years?

Didn't these two suppress the indiscriminate killing of reefs and order all parties?

As if sensing Han Qi's thoughts, the gray-robed old man who had been backing away took a deep breath.

Looking at Han Muye's long sword slashing again, he raised his hands, and the bamboo whips were connected, forming a green bamboo weaving between them.

Layer upon layer, the bamboo branches are connected, and pieces of bamboo leaves are interspersed among them, revealing greenery.

He wanted to take Han Muye's sword head on.

But the moment the bamboo weaving appeared, horror flashed across his face.

Because he saw that the great sword that Han Muye had swung down turned around.

later.

Raise the sword, turn around, and slash!

"when--"

Feng Lao, who was dressed in black, was sent flying with a sword!

This strong man who used swordsmanship to kill reefs indiscriminately has no power to fight back under this sword.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Feng Lao, who had just stopped after flying ten thousand feet away, let out a low cry, and his eyes shone with a bright light.

Holding the sword upside down with both hands, his body turned and disappeared.

Han Muye smiled lightly, and slashed down with the big sword in his hand.

"when--"

The pale-faced Feng Lao appeared under the great sword, barely blocking Han Muye's great sword with his two-handed sword.

"how is this possible……"

Looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand in panic, he didn't understand why his innate talent would be seen through.

In this chaos of killing reefs, relying on this close-up sword, he can kill countless masters.

But today, his swordsmanship, his innate body skills, were actually seen through.

"Impossible!" With a low shout, his body transformed into a golden bee with a thin waist, spread its wings, and rushed towards Han Muye.

"Feng Lao even forced out his real body." Han Qi's mouth twitched behind him.

Over the years, he has only seen Feng Lao reveal his real body three times.

For these old guys who have already transformed, it is extremely reluctant to reveal their real bodies.

Only when you are forced to be powerless will you show your true body and fight.

"No way, this guy is so strong." Elder Zhu, who was gathering the bamboo leaves beside him, also had a dazed look on his face.

Seeing the slender-waisted Golden Bee approaching quickly, Han Muye suddenly put away the big sword in his hand.

The next moment, a purple dagger was held upside down in his left hand.

"Stab—"

With a wave of his hand, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already on the left side of the slender-waisted golden bee. The short sword reversed upwards, rubbing the slender-waisted golden bee's waist, leaving a golden scratch.

This sword made Zhu Lao and Han Qi's eyes widen.

The thin-waisted golden bee spread its wings and retreated sharply.

But at this moment, Han Muye's short sword followed him, another sword strike.

"Stab—"

The left wing of the thin-waisted golden bee trembled, and there was a sword mark on it.

"呵呵——"

The slender-waisted golden bee roared in horror, and moved its wings again.

"Stab—"

A sword on the left waist.

"Stab—"

A sword on the left wing.

"Stab—"

...

"Pa——" Feng Lao, who turned into a human being with his clothes torn, fell down, looking at Han Muye with horror on his face.

"Why is your sword so strong..."

It's not just the sword, but the agility and the strangeness of the sword were all completely unexpected to him before.

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head and slowly withdrew his sword.

"There are countless sword masters in the world, and I can only subdue ninety-nine percent of them."

"In terms of swordsmanship, there may still be people who are better than me in the world."

Looking at Feng Lao, he said indifferently: "Your little swordsmanship is too bad."

Feng Lao opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Elder Zhu looked at the sword condensed with bamboo leaves in front of him, and hurriedly waved his hand away.

Han Qi opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

"boom--"

The void dissipated, and the black and white chess pieces on the stone table were clearly distinguished, as if the previous battle had never happened.

However, the old black robe Feng's clothes were torn into a net.

"Ahem, fellow daoist, good swordsmanship." Looking at his clothes, Feng Lao's shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked up at Han Muye.

He couldn't imagine this kind of swordsmanship at all.

Zhu Lao on the opposite side also nodded slightly with a complex look on his face.

Practice the world and speak with strength.

From the moment Han Muye came to the island and walked into the small courtyard, he did nothing but fight.

Fist, can solve many problems.

For example, at this time, they can sit around the small stone table and talk freely without hindrance.

Han Qi roughly introduced his family's experience of being brutally abused by Han Muye.

Hearing that Han Muye is the true body of Kui Niu, who can control Thunder, Zhu Lao and Feng Lao's eyes lit up.

"This old man has been out of the Styx, and also experienced a catastrophe." Zhu Lao showed a look of nostalgia on his face.

"That taste, hey..."

The taste of catastrophe, isn't it just like that.

Anyway, just shiver.

Han Qi remembered the fear of being struck by Han Muye with a long sword, his whole body was filled with thunder, and his whole body could not move, so he couldn't help but trembled again.

On the contrary, Feng Lao showed a trace of curiosity on his face, and was a little eager to try.

He never left the Styx.

Han Muye did not hide his purpose of coming to Styx.

One is to find the remains of the Styx Immortal, and the other is to find Li Mubai.

In fact, looking at it now, two things can be combined into one thing.

"If you want to find those missing practitioners, they are probably in the holy city." Zhu Lao narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Ke Shouen, the Great Elder of the Holy City, used the soul-suppressing banner to refine the soul of the immortal, in a vain attempt to refine the body and soul of the immortal into the soul-suppressing banner."

"The various messages scattered in other realms, some are the followers of the Immortal Venerable, and some are deliberately spread by Ke Shouen to attract people to the Holy City."

Whether it was the news about the blood river patriarch in Han Muye's hand, or other practitioners' news about Styx's ability to reverse life and death, they all came from the holy city.

In the holy city, there are now two factions.

One side is to support the Great Elder Ke Shouen, and quietly follow him, intending to refine the Immortal Venerable.

One side supports the Immortal Venerable and wants to revive the Immortal Venerable Styx.

"We, the creatures in the Styx, are bound here, and we can't stay away for the rest of our lives." Feng Lao showed complex expressions on his face.

The creatures here are all bound by various constraints. With the help of the Styx, they may be very powerful, but if they leave the Styx, their combat power will drop greatly.

Conversely, if they want to stay away from the Styx, they will also be held hostage by the power of the Styx.

According to what Feng Lao said, if he leaves Styx, his natural strength will be continuously weakened.

"Whether it is a ghost beast or other strange beasts, in fact, they all have their own constraints."

"We also wanted to escape, but unfortunately, we all failed."

Zhu Lao looked at Han Muye and Han Qi, and said softly, "If you can leave, then leave."

"When Ke Shouen refines the Immortal Venerable, they will become the masters of this world, and then everyone will be refined into the Soul Banner by him."

The holy city is just an illusion.

Those who reversed life and death were all inspired by the power of the soul in the soul-suppressing banner.

When Ke Shouen wants to take back this power, he just needs to shoot directly.

Just cut the leeks.

Han Muye's expression turned serious.

He originally planned not to go to the holy city for the time being, but now, if he didn't go, Patriarch Tao Ran and the others would all suffer.

Once you accept the soul power in the soul-suppressing flag, it will be difficult to get rid of it.

"It seems that we really have to go to the holy city." Han Muye whispered, looking up at the sky in the distance.

Zhu Lao and Feng Lao looked at each other.

"Fellow Daoist Han, if you really go there, we can help you."

"Although it is impossible for us to defeat Ke Shouen who is in charge of the soul-suppressing banner, we can block the power of the Holy City."

Zhu Lao lowered his voice and said.

The powerful weapon that hit Immortal Venerable Styx hard at the beginning was a long spear.

This gun suppressed Styx Immortal under the holy city, unable to wake up.

If Han Muye pulls out this spear, he will be able to awaken Immortal Styx.

As long as Immortal Styx wakes up, Ke Shouen's power will inevitably be held hostage.

"Okay, I'll go find that battle gun." Han Muye nodded.

Han Muye and Han Qi left Fenglin Island, and Han Qi continued to transform into a carved dragon and carried him away.

Watching the figures of the two disappear, Feng Lao's eyes revealed a sense of darkness.

"This person's swordsmanship is extremely strong, maybe it is really possible to draw out the battle gun."

Zhu Lao nodded, with the same deep light in his eyes.

"After so many years of suffering, the opportunity is in front of us."

"Notify them."

...

"Brother Han, are you really going to the Holy City?" Feidun was in mid-air, and Han Qi's voice came.

"What Feng Lao and Zhu Lao said may not be true."

Han Qi really surrendered, and what he said at this moment was only for Han Muye's consideration.

Han Muye did not speak.

For him, how could he trust the other party directly?

Raising his hand, a sapphire-colored bamboo flute appeared in his palm.

This was given to him by Zhu Lao. At the critical moment, he summoned the strange beasts in the reef to attack the holy city.

Looking at the bamboo flute, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

With this thing, he can see many things he wants to see.

For example, where did Zhulao and the others come from?

"Om—"

Infused with sword intent, the bamboo flute vibrated lightly, and Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

Layers upon layers of images appeared in his mind.

old.

vast.

Under the shelter of the sky-high tree, countless plants grow freely.

But these plants were all destroyed in a great war.

The sky-reaching giant tree also collapsed.

"So, it's the person who measured the calamity last time." Han Muye whispered softly.

Zhulao, Fenglao, and many creatures that survived in Luansha Reef were all saved from the last calamity.

But they are different.

Han Qi only retained his blood, but Zhu Lao came from that era.

The living beings who survived from that era, even if they did not become immortal masters, must be extremely strong.

In the previous battle, Zhu Lao was really too weak.

"It seems that it's all calculations..."

Standing up slowly, Han Muye's eyes gathered divine light.

He could see the breath blending in front of him, and the bloody power of the Styx appeared.

"Go directly to the holy city."

Following his low shout, Han Qi spread four pairs of wings, and his figure set off endless wind.

The moment the seven-headed dragon carving beast rushed into the area controlled by Styx, Han Muye felt a trace of strange power coming.

With a smile on his face, he stared straight ahead.

The seven-headed dragon beast roared loudly, causing the water of the Styx River to surge.

Wanzhang's body crossed the Styx River, and there was a power response between the heaven and the earth in the distance.

There is the Holy City.

"boom--"

A series of golden light curtains rose.

Still tens of thousands of miles away, Han Muye could see the flashing light above the holy city.

The light curtain can clearly reveal the figure of the seven-headed dragon carving beast.

"Seven-headed dragon carving beast!"

"It's the seven-headed dragon carving beast!"

"Quick, warn, the seven-headed dragon carving beasts head straight to the holy city!"

Countless screams, the entire holy city began to chaos.

On the tall city wall, ferrymen of the Styx River in black robes appeared.

Everyone looked dignified, staring at the tall body in the light curtain.

The six-headed dragon carving beasts that the great elders could not tame back then have now turned into seven heads, and their combat power has multiplied countless times.

Such tyrannical beasts attack, the Great Elder is missing, and the soul-suppressing flag is not there, how can the Holy City resist?

"That, that is, what..." Someone stared wide-eyed, looking at the figure standing on top of the largest head of the dragon carving beast.

That was a figure wearing a green robe, a face mask, and a black magic sword on his back.

The dragon carving beast spread its wings and flew away, and the figure stood on top of its head, as stable as a rock!

On the top of the dragon sculpture beast, there is a person standing!

As the dragon sculptured beast got closer, countless people in the holy city saw the figure above its head.

"It's him!"

"He's not dead!"

"He, subdued the seven-headed dragon carving beast..."

In the holy city, there were many whispers.

Those were the practitioners on the eighteen Styx boats that arrived a hundred years ago.

On the top of the city, Qu Qian and the others stared, watching the dragon sculptured beast stop in mid-air, and the figure standing on it looked like it was just stepping into the air!

"Dear friends of Styx City, do you want to pay back the gold beads owed to Han?"

Han Muye stood on top of the carved dragon, looked at the chaotic holy city, smiled lightly, and spoke lightly.

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