Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

When the soul power of these strange beasts stepped into his divine treasure, they lost control over their own bodies.

What's more, Hun Chao had spoken out just now, telling him to boldly control these strange beasts.

The strange beasts here are still under the control of Chaos in the final analysis.

In the eyes of Shenyuan Tiangong and those powerhouses in front of the light curtain, Han Muye at this time has become a puppet of strange beasts.

What they didn't know was that at this time, Han Muye was the master of these strange beasts!

Han Muye walked out of the hall, outside the hall, those strange beasts roared.

Then, the big men transformed from the beasts behind him raised their hands, and endless colorful lights rushed down and covered them.

The power of the soul formed a net, and the colorful light shone, covering the space with a radius of thousands of feet.

One after another, the strange beasts kneeled on the ground.

Surrender.

In the screen of the light curtain, everyone watched Han Muye walk forward step by step, followed by ten big men transformed from alien beasts, walking all the way, the alien beasts surrendered.

At this moment, everyone is in a complicated mood.

If Han Muye had completed this scene of all beasts surrendering by himself, everyone would be amazed and cheered.

But now everyone knows that Han Muye is no longer Han Muye.

Han Muye has already been controlled by this strange beast.

And behind these strange beasts is the Divine Source Heavenly Palace of the God Realm.

The truly powerful one is Shenyuan Tiangong.

"boom--"

Ahead, the sound of roaring came.

On a towering sky gate, there are all strange beasts stationed there.

And below, there are immortal cultivators attacking with all their strength.

Whether it is Xianjun or Da Luo, everyone is rushing to break through this level.

Because they only have one day.

If the time is too short for this day, the beasts on the checkpoint will rush down and defeat them all.

At this time, there are as many as 100,000 immortal cultivators below the checkpoint, which is clearly a gathering of people from two groups.

Thirty percent of the people had already been eliminated from the first round of the Summit.

Quite a few were killed, and many opted out.

The weak in the Great Luo Realm have basically withdrawn.

Only Da Luo, who has enough confidence in himself and can fight Xianjun, will stay and prepare to enter the next round.

For them, the ending is not important, what is important is the process of challenging their limits.

"Who is that?"

Someone raised his head and suddenly widened his eyes.

On the high city wall, among countless strange beasts, a figure in a green robe stood in the middle.

The figure is thin, but among the countless strange beasts, it highlights the incomparable shock.

Because above the entire city wall, all the strange beasts that were so powerful that the immortal kings had to deal with them all bowed and knelt down to the young man.

What kind of strong man is this?

"It's him..." Someone whispered under the gate.

"It's him!" Looking at the figure on the top of the wall, someone exclaimed.

It's him.

The person who has been the focus since the summit meeting.

Han Muye.

Yunlan Sword Immortal.

In the first round, with one person's strength, he almost peaked the rules of the entire peak meeting.

At this time, what kind of miracle will he create?

There are endless speculations and expectations under the city gate.

There was a low sigh outside the light curtain.

The person who created the miracle is no longer that person...

"Let them go to the third round." The Mistress of the God Realm, Shenyuan Tiangong, waved his hand, and finally showed a faint smile on his face.

"The third round is the round that can really gather everyone's strength."

In front of the light curtain, an old man in black robe showed doubts on his face, and said in a low voice: "Originally, the rules of the fourth round appeared in the first round, so what will happen in the fourth round?"

In front of the light curtain, other people also looked curiously at the elders of Shenyuan Tiangong who controlled the formation.

"According to the current rules, the fourth round may not be the previous elimination round, but the fifth round of solo battle will be added."

A Taoist with a long beard and a purple crown stood up and looked at the crowd with a trace of doubt on his face.

In the past, in the fourth round, there was a continuous round of battles, and there would be a rule of never ending, allowing surrender.

This round is when the God Realm cuts off a large number of those who bet more.

In addition, from this round, the various forces in the God Realm will select people with strong abilities and introduce them into their own sects in the future.

As for the fifth round, it was the last round, a chaotic battle.

Whoever can go to the end needs to have the overwhelming power in the chaotic battle.

But at that time, the people who had previously carried heavy bets on their backs had basically been cut off.

Of course, there are also some really good ones that are favored by the sects of the God Realm.

These people will be helped to the end.

In fact, in the fifth round in the past, whoever was among the top 100 players in the Summit began to be clearly priced.

Why is there a light curtain that all the fairy world can see?

It is because these people in the fairy world can see their own elites, and in the fifth round, they can bid.

This price is not limited to Shenjing.

God Realm is not bad for God Crystal.

What the God Realm needs is surrender.

Future Immortal Venerable Powerhouse, surrender.

That side has a world of great potential, surrender.

"Because the rules of the first round have been changed, in which the force counterattacks, the fourth and fifth rounds will overlap." The master of Shenyuan Tiangong standing in front of the light curtain with his hands behind his back said softly.

The fourth and fifth rounds coincide!

Isn't that extremely tragic?

Those Tiangong powerhouses in front of the light curtain looked at each other with complex expressions on their faces.

Originally, the battle to cut off the powerhouses from all sides had to be completed directly in this round.

In addition to rounds of battle, you have to go to the end.

"Hehe, it's good to change the rules." The eyes of the Palace Master Tiangong showed a deep divine light.

"Let Huang Zhenxiong take the shot in the third round, and then go for the first place."

"Don't stay with Xiang Liuyun."

"Falling an immortal, let them see the background of my Shenyuan Tiangong."

Xiang Liuyun surrendered to Han Muye in the first round.

This is a disgrace to the God Realm.

This is the shame of Shenyuan Tiangong.

"boom--"

There was a roar in the light curtain.

The tall city gate slowly opened.

The strange beasts bowed back.

This second round, just passed?

Everyone rushed into the city, and a faint golden armor appeared on each of them.

This is the second round of rewards.

It is also the reason why most Da Luo Jinxian rushed to the second round.

This golden armor contains luck. After covering the body, it not only possesses strong defensive power, but also can improve their own luck, which becomes the food for them to step into the fairy king.

"Thank you Yunlan Sword Immortal!"

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, I would like to fight side by side with you in the third round!"

"Brother Han, I would like to follow in the next round."

Almost every immortal cultivator who received the golden armour thanked Han Muye.

Even if it is a strong Xianjun who can enter the third round so easily and get this golden armor, he is extremely grateful to Han Muye.

The more you save your strength, the more chance you will win in the next challenge.

Seeing the turmoil and excitement in the light curtain, those immortal powerhouses outside the light curtain shook their heads slightly.

In the next third round, these people may have suffered heavy losses.

The strongest among these people might be ruined by those strange beasts who control Han Muye.

Han Muye cupped his hands indifferently.

Above the sky, hidden pairs of eyes appeared and then opened.

A beam of light descended, teleporting away everyone who passed the level.

Thousands of divine lights emerged from the light curtain, and the entire world began to shake, shrouded in golden light.

Nothing disappeared in the light curtain, only illusory mountains and giant beasts seemed to emerge.

Han Muye's figure also disappeared from the light curtain.

"The third round, the prehistoric reappearance..." Outside the light curtain, countless whispers came.

"Inspired by the power of Chaos Divine Soul, reappear the prehistoric era." The voice of the golden bird came from Han Muye's ear.

"Aren't you in control of Kunwu?"

"Honghuang and Kunwu are about the same."

Similar to Kunwu, is that an extremely bloody place?

Han Muye's figure was wrapped in the golden light, and the streamers in front of him intertwined.

Every stream of light is a cultivator stepping into the illusory prehistoric world.

This illusory prehistoric world is the prehistoric world back then, similar to the Ruins Realm, but different.

In the ruins world, part of it is preserved by the amount of calamity.

Here, the reappeared prehistoric world is not enough to be the world in the chaotic memory.

"Actually, I'm just attracting a sliver of spiritual power from everyone into my memory world."

In front of Han Muye was an old man in a black robe with a vertical eye on his forehead.

The old man's eyes fell on the golden bird behind Han Muye, and he sighed softly: "I never thought that the Haotian Golden Crow would be reduced to such a level."

"You're the one who fell, I'm very good." The golden bird roared.

The old man laughed and looked at Han Muye.

"How about it, are you interested in going to the real Great Desolation?"

Go to the real prehistoric?

Han Muye was taken aback.

The golden bird flapped its wings.

"Aren't you in control of Kunwu?"

"I'll take you to Kunwu."

Han Muye's eyes sparkled at the old man's words.

The golden bird whirled and chirped: "Don't go, Kunwu is not something you can go now."

"That's where the gods and beasts gather. If you don't have enough strength, you will die there."

Kunwu is now under siege.

But no one knows what Kunwuzhong is like now.

What do those beasts look like in Kunwu now?

As the leader of Kunwu, Han Muye experienced Kunwu once under the guidance of the Enlightened Beast.

But that was just a glimpse.

His understanding of Kunwu is far from enough.

That is the place where the calamity originated.

In the next calamity, Kunwu might be Han Muye's opponent.

"Don't worry, I don't have the ability to let you go in person."

"You open the passage to Kunwu yourself, and I will reflect it with the power of my soul."

"Everyone has a trace of soul falling into it, even if it falls, it will have no effect on the body."

The old man transformed into chaos grinned and said softly, "Do you know the rules of this level?"

Han Muye knew the rules of this level.

In the end, everyone will fall at this level.

But some people persist for a long time, and some people persist for a short time.

When the third round entered the fourth round, those who were eliminated were those who persisted for a short time.

"The third round is not as simple as killing the soul, right?" Han Muye looked at Hun Huan.

From the information he knew, many people never woke up after their souls were shattered in the third round.

How could this be the death of a trace of soul?

Hearing his words, Hun Huan grinned: "I also want the soul to supplement the consumption."

"Besides, this is a deal with Shenyuan Tiangong."

Whoever Shenyuan Tiangong wants to kill, Hun Chao will follow their arrangement, and finally collect his soul after his fall.

In this way, not only can the power of the soul be supplemented, but also the benefits of the Shenyuan Tiangong can be obtained.

It really kills two birds with one stone.

"Then how can I trust you and won't collect my soul at the end?" Han Muye looked at Hun Tuan with the same expression on his face.

Hun Chao pondered for a moment, opened his mouth, and spat out a golden bead.

"This is the core soul bead of my soul, as long as I squeeze this bead, I will completely dissipate," Hun Chao said, pushing the bead in front of the golden bird, "you can let Haotian keep this bead."

Han Muye turned to look at the golden bird.

The golden bird hesitated, flapped its wings, nodded, stretched out its claws, and grabbed the bead.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a small golden sword appeared in his palm.

With a swipe of the small sword, a golden door of light opened in front of him.

"I can't get into Kunwu with my cultivation level." Seeing the brilliance and agility behind the light gate, Han Muye said.

He didn't even have enough cultivation to open this door of light.

"No, no, no, no need, we don't need to open this door." Hun Huan laughed, his figure dissipated, and turned into countless eyes again.

Han Muye could feel his consciousness being pulled away.

His body was still in the same place, and his soul was also in the same place, but his consciousness was transformed into a line, rushing behind the golden light gate.

At this moment, the picture revealed in the countless light curtains is a magnificent world emerging.

prehistoric.

In the eyes of everyone, this is just an illusory prehistoric scene.

No one knows that this place is real, Kunwu.

"The prehistoric..."

Someone looked at the world in front of them and whispered softly.

"This is the end of worldly practice, and it is also the origin of worldly practice." Before the light curtain, someone looked pious and spoke softly.

The others stood behind, their eyes full of longing.

In this world, how many people can step into the wild?

"Where is that Han Muye now?" Someone asked suspiciously.

The scene in the light curtain is constantly staggered, and finally freezes in a green mountain.

"That's—" someone exclaimed.

On the mountain, a huge beast with a height of one hundred feet is entrenched.

With two horns leaning against the sky, there is a tyrannical look in the eyes of the giant beast.

The thick long legs, and the scales all over the body, all showed that this is a powerful beast that is hard to find in the world.

"Roar--"

The beast stood up, the trees and turf that had fallen from its body were scattered, and a flame burst out from the beast's mouth and nose.

Flames surged all over the sky, endless streamers staggered, and a piece of red flame melted and flowed on the ground.

"That is, the blazing beast!"

Outside the light curtain, someone recognized the beast's name.

"The blazing beast, the strongest among the ancient fire-type beasts, is one of the beasts that manipulates the power of fire, cruel and tyrannical."

"Han Muye fought against that Immortal Venerable in the first round, and he was obviously not afraid of the Golden Crow Divine Flame. I concluded that this person must be in control of the power of the flame. It really is true."

"It's right for him to turn into a blazing beast."

In front of the light curtain, various discussions sounded.

Han Muye has the power of fire, so he turned into this blazing beast.

"Roar--"

Not far away, a tens of feet tall black ape roared, and the red color in the eyes was revealed.

The black hair is tangled, like a layer of soft armor.

A faint glow flickered in the long claws, obviously carrying the poison of the cold.

From the mouth of the black ape, a cyan aura rushed out, like a giant snake, covering the head of the blazing beast.

"Colorful Demon Sky Ape!"

"An ancient prehistoric giant ape who claims to control the poison and life force, and can walk in the land of death and life!"

There was an exclamation from outside the light curtain.

In the God Realm, in front of a light curtain, a Taoist in green robe showed excitement on his face.

"Quick, record the trajectory of the power movement of the colorful demon sky ape!"

"In my practice method of Yuhuan Shenzong, there is the inheritance of Caimo Tianyuan, but unfortunately it is incomplete. I don't want to be able to see it today, great luck!"

In front of the light curtain, strong men stared at the battle of the ancient fierce beasts in front of them.

For these powerhouses, watching such battles can allow them to understand the operation of power and the purest power.

"boom--"

The ape flew up and grabbed it.

This blow was not only fast, but also aroused the green aura around the long claws, turning into five black and green lights.

Hundred-foot-long black cracks spread towards the blazing beast's chest.

"The prehistoric beast has controlled the movement of the power of the heavens and the earth!" Before the light curtain, a protoss immortal exclaimed.

This is something that has not been discovered in countless observations before.

"Om—"

As the long claws fell, a golden flame lit up on the chest of the blazing beast.

The flames turned into golden beads and rushed out.

Colliding with the long claw, the beads turned into golden ropes.

"In addition to pure power, there is also the operation of rules, which is terrifying..." a strong protoss covered in flames murmured.

In the light curtain, the space torn apart by the long claws overlapped with the space burst by the golden bead, and finally condensed into a cloud of mist.

There are golden flames in this cloud and black poison.

"It can actually change the power of heaven and earth and re-condense new power."

"Is this the Great Desolation?"

Looking at the cloud and mist, the eyes of many strong people are bright.

This is Honghuang, and this cloud may be the origin of a certain power of cultivation in the future.

"This seems to be the embryonic form of Yunchen Zhewu's power?" Someone whispered.

In the light curtain, the power of the two giant beasts collided, showing pure physical strength and the control of various ancient rules.

"This is Kunwu? They don't seem to be static." The golden bird flapped its wings and spoke softly.

"If you really want to look like the ancients, I'm afraid the blood has been cut off a long time ago." There was a gleam in Hun Huan's eyes.

Hearing his words, Jinniao turned his head, and there was a hint of sternness in his voice: "Aren't you afraid of his anger when you plan on him like this?"

"Sending him into Kunwu will attract the backlash of the power in Kunwu, and it will also attract the attention of the strong in the Zhoutian battlefield."

Han Muye is the initiator of the Great Desolation and Calamity.

Even if he is Kunwu's guardian and the person who controls Kunwu, if he steps into Kunwu, he will be regarded as a provocation.

The top powerhouse among Kunwu will feel it.

Hun Dun turned his head, looked at Han Muye standing in front of him, who was standing still, with a smile on his face.

"He doesn't know what he is going to do yet, I just help him."

"Without those people from Zhoutian God Realm Battlefield taking action, we don't know when the Measuring Calamity will really start this time."

"Now let them see Kunwu, come to think of it, they can't sit still, can they?"

Those ancient powerhouses on the Zhoutian battlefield have long wanted to step into Kunwu.

Even many of them have been to Kunwu.

Now that Kunwu reappears, they will definitely have an idea.

This amount of calamity can give more people a chance.

The golden bird flapped its wings and did not speak again.

"boom--"

The giant beasts collided in the light curtain, and the surrounding space was shattered into fragments.

Dozens of figures of strange beasts dissipated before the space debris.

It can be seen in the light curtain that these figures have turned into immortal cultivators with dazed and painful faces.

"It's really unlucky that I didn't hold on for a quarter of an hour." Someone outside the light curtain said with a smile.

The longer you stay in the prehistoric, the more you will feel this primitive power, which will be of great benefit to your future practice.

After all, the more one cultivates to a higher level, one returns to one's original roots and pursues the power of the past.

"Who told them to encounter the collision of two giant beasts?"

"This Han Muye is really powerful."

Looking at the two giant beasts still fighting in the light curtain, someone expressed emotion.

Others are just ordinary strange beasts, but Han Muye turned into an extremely powerful beast in the prehistoric world.

This gap is a gap in strength.

"Boom—"

Half a day later, the prehistoric beast Chiyan Beast tore off the arm of the Sky Ape with one claw.

Tianyuan howled miserably, staggered and fled away.

The blazing beast roared loudly, and slammed its bloody arm to the ground.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

...

Outside the light curtain, countless people looked complicated.

They saw Han Muye's incomparably powerful appearance.

However, the spirit of Han Muye no longer belonged to him.

"You said that the third round is entered with a trace of soul, will Han Muye have a chance to escape with this trace of soul?"

Someone suddenly made a sound.

This question is not only thought of by one person, but also by many people.

In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, some people also asked such questions.

The Palace Master of Tiangong with his hands behind his back frowned slightly.

"Bring a powerful beast."

"Destroy this Han Muye."

"Lest you have long nights and dreams."

The Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace spoke up.

The Taoist who controlled the large formation in front nodded, and the divine lights on the bodies of several green-robed Taoists flickered and turned into colorful lights.

This halo fell on the light curtain, causing the heaven and earth in the light curtain to vibrate.

A strange beast in the distance of the mountains slowly raised its head.

At this moment, the blazing beast that was holding the arm of the black ape also raised its head, and a fierce light flashed in its eyes.

"He must have woken up!"

"Haha, I knew it wasn't that simple."

"Shenyuan Tiangong's calculation will inevitably come to nothing this time."

Laughter came from before many light curtains.

But when the laughter started, everyone stopped.

The sky within the light curtain slowly darkened.

It's not that the sky is dark, but that the sky is blocked.

A huge alien beast covered the sky, and then, it patted it down with its huge long claws.

"Flood Mengtian Beast..."

"How could there be such a strange beast!"

"Boom—"

The body of the blazing beast was shattered by the claws of the huge long-clawed beast.

The blood was lingering, the world was in turmoil, and endless smoke and dust filled the air.

"Too bad, the spirit hasn't come out, is this, fallen?"

Someone's eyes widened.

"Hmph, Tiangong's calculations have been expected." Someone snorted without any surprise.

The body of the blazing beast was shattered, and was grabbed by the Mengtian beast and stuffed into its mouth.

Mengtian Beast let out a long hiss, his voice full of pride.

A prehistoric and powerful beast just died in front of countless people.

An extremely powerful elite in the most prosperous meeting, just like that.

After squatting on the hill for several days, this giant beast ambushed and killed four or five powerful strange beasts with scattered flaming beast flesh and blood.

This pure collision of flesh and blood stirred the hearts of those watching in front of the light curtain.

Ten days later, Mengtian Beast quietly left.

Three days later, several strange beasts came here, either vying for the scattered pieces of meat, or sneak attacking the resting strange beasts.

The prehistoric land was chaotic and brutal.

All in all, there are no rules.

On the mountain, countless birds landed and took away the broken beast meat that had been melted into the sand.

A white flying bird landed and gently pecked at the animal blood soaked in the soil.

The blood-colored soil seemed to be the only trace left by the blazing beast.

It is also the only remaining imprint of Han Muye, the elite of the Summit.

"This is the Great Desolation..." Outside the light curtain, someone sighed softly.

"This is cultivation." The sect senior standing in front of the light curtain spoke loudly with his hands behind his back.

No matter how brilliant Han Muye was before, he has turned into a meteor and fallen at this moment.

Practice, if you don't go to the end, you will be a loser.

"Is this kid really gone?" Someone whispered in front of a light curtain in the God Realm.

In front of countless light curtains in the fairy world, there are also many people who whisper with regret.

"call--"

In the light curtain, a bloody flame enveloped the white bird.

When the flames dissipated, a featherless bird was steaming.

"That is--"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, watching an earthworm with thick fingers drilled out of the soil, and then dragged Shiratori's steaming body into the ground.

"Han Muye..."