Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"It must be Han Muye!"

In front of the light curtain, someone roared.

Countless people opened their eyes wide, staring at the earthworm dragging Shiratori's body into the soft soil, and then slowly peeled off the body to enjoy.

"It's no wonder that the light curtain has not moved. It turns out that Han Muye is not dead!"

"Haha, let's just say that such characters will never fall so easily!"

In front of the light curtains, countless people clenched their fists.

Even though Han Muye at this time is just a lowly creature in the world, an earthworm that can turn into a cloud of dust at any time in this prehistoric wilderness.

But he lives.

After seeing the fall of such powerful creatures as the blazing beasts, everyone's expectations for Han Muye are already very low.

Just live.

"Haha, although Shenyuan Tiangong's method is disgusting, it is wrong." Someone laughed.

In the eyes of countless cultivators in the fairy world, it was Shenyuan Tiangong who incarnated Han Muye's soul into a small earthworm body in a form that was almost humiliating.

But so what?

Han Muye is alive.

Live in the prehistoric wilderness where there are countless strange beasts and strong men.

In that place where even blazing beasts could not survive, Han Muye was still alive.

At this time, Han Muye didn't care what others thought of him.

All his attention fell on the delicious white bird in front of him.

He had never been so hungry for a moment.

Never has he been so satisfied for a moment.

With the hot bird meat in his stomach, he could feel his body full of strength.

So what about being an earthworm?

He is also a powerful earthworm.

Without finishing the white bird's meat once, he carefully loosened the soil and dragged the white bird deep.

In front of the light curtains, there is only a piece of soft soil left.

Before the light curtain, there was silence.

All eyes were on the soil, expecting it to sprout.

Three months later, a small green plant grew out of the soil.

really sprouted...

When the little green girl grew to a height of half a foot, some people couldn't help laughing.

That emerald green body, fleshy figure.

A green earthworm...

Three days later, a black bird with the mouth of a bowl flew down, grabbing the green sprout with its sharp claws.

"Snapped--"

Lu Ya twisted, her body was like a long whip, knocking the black bird unconscious.

Then, drag into the dirt.

Half a month later, a green shoot more than a foot high rose up...

No one cared about those elites of the prosperous society who turned into strange beasts.

In front of the light curtains, everyone watched a small green sprout grow from three inches to three feet, three feet, and thirty feet.

Thirty feet of gray tree, the thickness of three people hugging each other, is bare, straight up and down, not even a small branch.

This scene is really dumbfounding.

Is there such a tree in the world?

Did this Han Muye treat all the creatures in the prehistoric world as fools?

Needless to say, these days, there have never been any prehistoric beasts and monsters that have come to this big tree.

There was a monkey several feet tall who wanted to climb this big naked tree.

There is the long-mouthed beast with a mane all over its body, and it wants to come under the big tree to brush its hair.

And the big bird with its wings spread several feet around, wants to make a nest on the top of this big tree.

...

They are all buried on the dirt road under the big tree.

Time flies, years shuttle.

A year flies by.

Many light curtains in the fairy world were quietly closed.

Can't afford it.

Three thousand divine crystals a day, just to watch the growth of a big tree.

In the God Realm, in front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the owner of Tiangong has already left.

Let him see that big tree roam freely in the prehistoric world, which is more uncomfortable than letting him eat anything.

Several Taoists who were in charge of the operation of the formation were also scolded by the master of Tiangong, and they all went to retreat.

According to what Palace Master Tiangong said, Han Muye shouldn't be allowed to enter the third round during the second round.

How good would it be to kill them directly?

I wanted to show the power of Shenyuan Tiangong, but this looked really annoying.

Right now, in front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, there are only seven or eight deacons who are interested in Han Muye, who are responsible for daily observation.

"This guy, is he really planning to stay in the prehistoric world?"

In front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, someone shook his head.

Over the past year or so, most of the elites who stepped into the prehistoric world have come out.

That is, it has fallen.

The trace of their souls fell, and then their own consciousness returned.

For them, this prehistoric experience has gained a lot.

After returning from the cruel predicament, they also had a deep understanding of the shortcomings in their own practice.

Those who are still left in the prehistoric are the real strong men in the meeting of prosperity.

These people may have comprehended the supernatural powers of divine beasts or ferocious beasts from the prehistoric world, and even obtained the inheritance of blood power.

When their trace of spirit returns, this trace of blood or supernatural power can be brought back.

Even if it is because the blood power is too thin, it will take a long time and a lot of opportunities to fully master it, but this is the blood power of the ancient prehistoric era after all.

It is the purest power in the world.

"boom--"

In the light curtain, a ten-foot-tall one-horned rhinoceros with blue marks all over its body crashed into the towering "big tree".

The trunk of the big tree shook, turned into a long whip, and smashed down hard.

The body of the one-horned rhinoceros shattered at the sound, and the blood scattered.

This time, Dashu didn't drag the powerful beast into the ground as usual, digest it for three to five days before reappearing, but leaned his body over.

Over the past year, the power of the earthworm transformed by Han Muye has continuously gathered, and it has reached an extremely large stage.

At this time, he ground his body in the flesh of the blue rhinoceros, and then slowly condensed into a layer of blood armor.

"Roar--"

The earthworm roared up to the sky, and pale golden halos flowed around its body.

"What is he doing?"

"It seems to be practicing some kind of exercise?"

"This seems to be the practice method of the prehistoric era?"

In front of the light curtains that were still unfolding, someone whispered in doubt.

In the God Realm, in front of a light curtain, the Taoist who was sitting cross-legged relaxedly stood up with a serious expression on his face.

He stared closely at Han Muye's huge body in the light curtain, his eyes shone with light.

"The method of true spirit cultivation passed down in the ancient Great Desolation Era!"

"This is to turn into a true spirit with the power of Yuanling!"

Who would have thought that Han Muye was practicing the Nine Transformations of the True Spirit?

At this time, he has gathered the power of Yuan Ling to the peak.

"boom--"

There was a thunderclap.

Above the sky, thunderbolts shone down.

Thunder robbery?

The powerhouses in front of the light curtain were stunned.

In the prehistoric era, is there such a thing as crossing the catastrophe?

The prehistoric way of heaven does not seem to bring catastrophe.

"What is he doing?" Hun Chao looked at the world in front of him, frowning and asked.

After Han Muye stepped into Kunwu, he failed to understand what Han Muye wanted to do.

Transformed into an earthworm, he was almost affected by the battle of powerful alien beasts.

It really exists like ants.

After getting a little stronger, he will continue to test and die.

Fortunately, he never died.

According to Hun Huan and Jinniao's calculations, in fact Han Muye's best choice is to enter Kunwu and re-activate his own Golden Crow blood.

With the strength of Han Muye's current Golden Crow bloodline, after entering Kunwu, he can grow rapidly, at least he doesn't spend a year living like this big earthworm.

In this year, although Han Muye has also grown up, he is just about to step into the true spirit.

Compared with those elites who relied on blood power as soon as they entered Kunwu, they were far behind.

"He has his own ideas." The golden bird laughed, flapping its wings.

"Do you think he will follow your plan?"

Chaos remained silent, staring at the gradually gathering thunder light.

This is the first thunderbolt in the world of Kunwu.

Even from the light curtain, you can see the change of the power of heaven in Kunwu at this time.

It seems that this thunder calamity is like a small green shoot.

"boom--"

Thunder finally smashed down.

The blood armor outside of Han Muye's body shattered directly.

Another thunder flashed, tearing apart the blue-gray skin outside his body.

A single horn protruded from the top of its bald head.

The original earthworm turned into a fifty-foot-long one-horned snake.

"Dragon Transformation!"

Outside the light curtain, there was an exclamation.

This earthworm clearly turned into a clawless one-horned dragon.

This kind of means, such a practice method, has never been seen in the world.

"This is the long-lost legendary cultivation method of the Great Wilderness True Spirit!"

"With the power of the true spirit, after going through nine changes, I will finally laugh at the world!"

In front of the light curtain of the God Realm, an elder of the sect spoke out with surprise on his face.

In front of the light curtain, many people looked at each other.

"Ancient times, Great Wilderness?"

"Behind this Han Muye is a strong man from the ancient times?"

Someone's eyes flickered, and he suddenly opened his mouth: "Zhou Tian Battlefield!"

"Sunday Battlefield!"

Someone let out a low voice.

Behind Han Muye, there must be a powerful force on the Zhoutian battlefield.

Only such a general trend that has gone through countless kalpas can master the practice method of the ancient and wild era.

"That's right..." Someone looked at the one-horned dragon that had re-burrowed into the earth and whispered softly.

Dare to directly challenge Shenyuan Tiangong, it is extremely weird in itself.

It turned out that behind this person was a strong man in the Zhoutian battlefield.

"Could it be that the Zhoutian battle is about to start again, and a new calamity is about to start?" In front of the light curtains in the God Realm, some people were silent, and some whispered.

These immortal masters know a lot about the secrets behind the world.

They know that behind the calamity is the powerhouse in the Zhoutian battlefield, and they also know that if they can't transcend, they will become harvested.

Even if they become immortals, they are just struggling for their lives.

Only by stepping into the Zhoutian battlefield and becoming an existence beyond the calamity.

Even the competition in the Zhoutian battlefield is extremely cruel, and life and death are difficult to decide, but the feeling of being in control of one's own destiny beyond the calamity is the pursuit of the immortal and strong.

"It seems that if this person can come out alive, he needs to get in touch more." Someone whispered in front of some light curtains in the God Realm.

Han Muye is not alone, behind him, there is a powerful force from Zhoutian Battlefield!

"Han Yiyi, the bet of 100 million Shenjing is probably a test of Shenyuan Tiangong?"

Some people turned their eyes to the distance, looking in the direction of Shenyuan Tiangong.

At this time, in front of the light curtain of Shenyuan Tiangong, the long-term future Tiangong Palace Master stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked serious and frowned.

"The Zhoutian battle shouldn't have started so early, there is no news on the Zhoutian battlefield..."

He turned his head and looked at the elders behind him.

"When did the news of Master Uncle and the others on the Zhoutian battlefield come from?"

Hearing his words, a white-bearded old man bowed and said: "The last time was eight million years ago, when the siege of Tu Yuan Shenzun failed on the Zhoutian battlefield, and the divine beast Qing Qilin fell and turned into fragments of the wild."

The Lord of Tiangong turned his head and looked at the silent Heavenly Tribulation in the light curtain, his eyes flickered: "Shen Zun Tu Yuan..."

"A strong man in the Great Desolation Era."

...

In the light curtain, one after another, the powerful people stepped into the mountains that just triggered the thunder calamity.

When the fierce beasts met, it was another fight.

Blood spilled on the dirt.

The rocks collapsed.

Within a hundred miles, there was a monster light and blood.

This battle didn't calm down until a month later, and a hundred-foot-tall Sky Swallowing Moon Wolf slowly left.

This is an extremely powerful beast in the prehistoric world. It is fast and powerful. It can swallow the sky and roar the moon with supernatural powers, and can induce changes in the power of heaven and earth.

Swallowing the sky with supernatural powers, swallowing the heaven and earth for thousands of miles with his mouth open, imprisoning the power of the heaven and earth, turning it into a land sealed by frost.

Among them, the lives of creatures will naturally be directly controlled.

Of course, truly powerful beasts can still resist this power.

The magical power screams at the moon, attracting the light of the full moon to descend, turning it into a rotating light blade.

This blade is comparable to a first-class fairy treasure, and can cut through the body of a divine beast with one blow.

Even those powerful divine beasts of ancient times, known for their defensive power, did not dare to face such supernatural powers.

Three days after the Sky-Tuning Howling Moon Wolf left, a blue-black grass poked its head out on the hills that had already dropped by tens of feet.

That's not grass, it's a three-foot-long horn...

"This guy, really, dog..."

Outside the light curtain, there was emotion.

Half a day later, a big black and red bird of Zhangxu flew down on the horn, and then fell straight down with a shock.

Below, the soil is soft, enveloping and engulfing the big bird.

One by one, the strange beasts came to the unicorn, and then disappeared.

The unicorn grows slowly, from three feet to five feet.

ten feet.

twenty feet.

There is less and less attention outside the light curtain.

It's not that I don't want to watch it, but that I can't afford it.

In one year, it will cost millions of divine crystals.

Just to watch that unicorn prey boringly?

"boom--"

A year later, there was another thunderstorm in the void.

At this time, none of the elites of the entire heyday meeting remained in Kunwu.

Many of those who stayed in it had already emerged, possessed the power of blood, and displayed supernatural powers.

As for Han Muye, he triggered the second lightning tribulation.

The body of the one-horned flood dragon that got out of the soil is two hundred feet long, and the one-horned dragon is twenty feet long, majestic and shining.

In the sky, the thunder light smashed down, as if splitting the whole world.

The colorful halo turned into surging waves of heaven, earth and clouds.

"boom--"

A ray of thunder fell, and the body of Han Muye's one-horned dragon was torn apart, and the bright red blood flew flying.

From the wounds all over the body, four legs stick out, with long and sharp claws.

"boom--"

Another thunderbolt fell, and the horn on top of Han Muye's head was cut off at the root.

At the broken wound, two long horns appeared.

"boom--"

The cyan dragon scales all over his body flashed, revealing an illusory halo.

"That's it, the Demon Blood Flood Dragon!"

"Prehistoric Alien Species!"

"He, his bloodline strength is getting stronger!"

Outside the light curtain, the sound of exclamation spread through.

At this moment, Han Muye completed the second transformation of the true spirit.

Transformed from a one-horned dragon to a powerful demon-blooded dragon with prehistoric bloodlines.

"With the power of this bloodline, we can compete with those elites who have stepped into the prehistoric world."

"Having been dormant for so long, he should be proud."

Outside the light curtain, many people chuckled.

This Han Muye is really capable, forcibly transformed from a small earthworm into a demon blood dragon.

"Is this true spiritual change?" In front of a light curtain, several old men held jade slips in their hands.

The jade slip is simple and unsophisticated, with countless cracks on it, and the dim light seems to be broken immediately.

"The change of the true spirit, this kind of practice method has merit."

"The inheritance of this kind of bloodline power is strong enough."

A white-haired old man raised his head, a look of bewilderment flashed across his face.

"However, in this incomplete ancient inheritance, there is no mention of Heavenly Tribulation..."

In the light curtain, the great power of the catastrophe made the strange beasts in the surrounding thousands of miles tremble.

With four legs and two horns on top of its head, the hundred-foot-long Jiaolong roared at the sky, as if declaring its sovereignty.

There was a mighty golden light shining on Han Muye's body.

Then, under the stunned gaze of those strong men in front of all the light curtains, Jiaolong plunged into the soil...

dog.

"boom--"

A huge yellow lion fifty feet high fell down.

The body of the yellow lion smashed into a pile of rocks.

Above the sky, a blue python with a length of at least two hundred feet rushed down.

Although the yellow lion was seriously injured when it fell to the ground, it still roared, tried its best to stand up, opened its mouth wide, and a ball of golden streamer knocked back the python.

"The blue-eyed golden lion is an ancient alien species. It is said that this lion can breathe out yin and yang energy and turn it into a blade that cuts life and death."

Before a light curtain, someone whispered.

"Boom—"

The boa constrictor that was knocked back seemed extremely annoyed, opened its mouth, and let out an ear-piercing sound of "呵呵".

A pair of dark red horns emerged above the python's head.

"Azure Bull Python!"

"This is one of the ancestors of the Niu Mang clan!"

"Several types of cattle inheritance in the prehistoric world are not as agile as this Sky Blue Bull Python."

Various exclamations came out before the light curtain.

This is prehistoric.

Here, you can see countless prehistoric alien species that can only be seen in the classics, and see how these strong people use their blood power and how to display their supernatural powers.

"It is said that the Sky Blue Bull Python can transform into a Sky Blue Divine Bull, but the long tail is hard to get rid of, and it finally condenses into this kind of appearance."

The blood-colored long horns had condensed, and the image of a green bull also appeared.

The long snake tail turned into a giant black tail with inverted scales, and swung it headlong towards the yellow lion in front of him.

"Boom—"

The yellow lion's body flew away again.

The two alien beasts kept colliding, causing countless golden lights to shine.

At this moment, the world inside the light curtain seems to be torn apart.

"There are many strange beasts and fierce beasts in the wild, and there is a huge gap in their respective strengths."

"Later generations have made a simple ranking of these powerful beasts and fierce beasts, which is not very accurate."

In front of a light curtain, a green-bearded Taoist pointed to the light curtain in front of him and said with a smile: "The land is barren, the sky is barren, the prehistoric, the universe."

"These strange beasts are basically strong in the wild land, but they are not enough to see in front of the wild land."

"It's a pity that the ancient times are too long, and the labels of many levels are not clear. It is not clear what the characteristics and boundaries of the beasts of each realm are."

"But the powerhouses at the cosmic level are just those kinds of prehistoric overlords."

"Ancient unicorns, sky-killing dragon crocodiles, myriad spirit sky cranes, good fortune golden carps..."

The battle within the light curtain is still going on.

The pursuit of the two powerful beasts was protracted.

In the end, the yellow lion was torn apart by the claws of the Azure Bull Python.

The scattered blood was like a stream, gathering on the mountains.

The two big blue and black trees that poked their heads out at some point were stained by the blood, making them more agile.

That day, the green bull python was covered with wounds, lowered its head to gather the scattered body of the yellow lion under the two big trees, and then coiled slowly, when suddenly its whole body trembled.

In front of the light curtain, everyone saw that the two big blue trees suddenly stabbed out, piercing the body of the Azure Bull Python, directly from the belly to the head.

The Sky Blue Bull Python's eyes widened, its long tail coiled tightly, and its mouth opened wide, but it couldn't make a roar.

The supernatural power of the Demon Blood Flood Dragon had poured into its body, causing the blood of the Sky Blue Bull Python to shatter.

"Actually, although the Demon Blood Flood Dragon is also a beast of the Desolation level, its supernatural powers are strange and highly poisonous, and it is considered a strong one in the Desolation Realm."

"Even if he directly fights against the Sky Blue Bull Python, the Demon Blood Flood Dragon has a good chance of winning."

In front of a light curtain in the God Realm, someone spoke softly.

But the devil blood dragon transformed by Han Muye did not do this.

He chose to attack.

For a whole month, the huge Azure Bull Python coiled like that.

Until a month later, the entire body of the bull python collapsed.

The entire Azure Bull Python was devoured, leaving only a pair of outer skin.

A moment later, the body of a bone python was pushed down the cliff.

Then, the boa constrictor twisted strangely.

"Really, sinister..." Countless voices sounded from outside the light curtain.

The demonic blood dragon transformed by Han Muye is clearly not weaker than the Sky Blue Bull Python, but he chose to use the easiest way to steal everything from the Sky Blue Bull Python.

Swallowing the body of the sky blue bull python, the power of this demonic blood dragon obviously surpassed that of other beasts of the same level, and it was already a peak existence in the barren land.

But what I didn't expect was that the Demon Blood Flood Dragon chose to rush into the body of the Sky Blue Bull Python, pretending to be the Sky Blue Bull Python.

"call--"

The Sky Blue Bull Python danced its body and walked slowly towards the distant mountains and forests.

"This guy finally moved." Someone outside the light curtain said with a smile.

The light curtain has been reflecting Han Muye's location for a long time and has not moved.

"Hmph, find Huang Zhenxiong and ask him to kill Han Muye."

The Palace Master of Tiangong snorted coldly, with a coldness in his eyes: "So as not to have long nights and dreams."

The Taoist in front of him nodded, with a halo in his hand, pressing it against the light curtain.

The light curtain was divided into two, one of which kept changing and turned into illusion.

"Palace Master, Hun Chao needs 30 million Divine Crystals and 50,000 Bloodline Orbs before he will help us find Huang Zhenxiong."

The Taoist looked at the emptiness and emptiness in front of him, and spoke in a low voice.

"Give it to him." The Palace Master of Tiangong said lightly.

As his words fell, a golden beam of light appeared in front of him, and countless god crystals and blood vein beads fell into it.

"I, Tiangong, will pay half first, and the rest will be paid when the bet is settled."

The voice of Tiangong Palace Master sounded.

There was a murmuring sound from the beam of light, and then the screen of the light curtain changed, and a vast island appeared.

On the island, there is a huge dragon.

Not black dragons, all of them are magic dragons with black armor and long horns, and four feet shining with dark red and golden lights.

"It turns out that this kid has the blood of the blood demon dragon of the ancient primordial purgatory. No wonder he was able to run rampant in the God Realm in just a few hundred years and become the strongest among the younger generations."

The white-bearded old man beside the Palace Master Tiangong looked at the light curtain and whispered.

"Send a message to Huang Zhenxiong and ask him to kill Han Muye."

The master of Tiangong drank in a low voice.

The Taoist in front of him nodded, and the golden light in his hand flickered, turning into divine patterns and crashing into the light curtain.

After a few breaths, the Taoist's face froze.

"Palace Master, you will be charged five million Divine Crystals and one thousand Bloodline Orbs for summoning Chaos."

"Here." Tiangong Palace Master shook his hand impatiently.

After a while, the golden beam of light rose again.

In the light curtain, the Dao Dao talisman culture is snowflakes falling, and a thousand-foot-long dragon sticks out its long claws.

The peak powerhouse among the purgatory blood demon dragons and the overlord among wild beasts exist.

Catching the true spirit rune, a smile appeared on the corner of the dragon's mouth.

"Kill Han Muye?"

"I have to pay more."