Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Boom—"

There was a loud sound, and the golden beam of light above the hall flickered.

When Han Muye stepped into the hall, Wan Ling Xianjun and others took the lead and rushed forward.

"what happened!"

Wan Ling Xianjun's face sank like water, looking at the chaotic golden light in the middle of the hall.

The golden beam of light that had already risen was in a mess at this moment, and seemed to be broken at any moment.

The three immortals sitting cross-legged were pale and trembling.

Among them, Xianjun Miaoyuan, who was the most serious, had a golden blood stain in front of him, and there was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"The golden plate teleportation formation was disturbed by someone, we were defenseless, and the formation was broken."

Wuchen Xianjun gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

He looked at Xianjun Miaoyuan, took a breath, and said in a low voice, "Brother Miaoyuan, are you okay?"

Xianjun Miaoyuan shook his head with a miserable smile, and said softly: "At least 30,000 years of cultivation have come to naught."

The achievements of 30,000 years of penance were directly destroyed.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all sighed.

"Is this golden plate teleportation still available?" Wan Ling Xianjun asked in a deep voice.

Everyone hurriedly checked, and there was a trace of relief on their faces.

"Fortunately, although it was blocked, there was no damage. It's just a little troublesome, and it will take another three days." Immortal Zhuliang raised his hand to cause the gold plate to circle again, and then said.

three days?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Three days later, it was the final limit of the Blood Dropping Cliff's protective formation.

If so, what's going on?

He saw that everyone seemed to be more relaxed, and there was no worry, so he didn't speak.

Immortal Lord Wuchen and the others were injured, and Immortal Wanling, who had been repaired for a while, presided over the mobilization of the gold plate.

After leaving the hall, the three of them went to heal their wounds, while Han Muye left alone.

He looked around several caves, then left calmly.

There is a drop of blood on the altars in these caves.

The blood beads all come from the blood power of the prehistoric beasts, and the altar is used to extract the blood and cultivation power of the guardians, and then maintain the operation of the large formation.

Now these blood beads all appear to be exhausted, and their strength cannot keep up with the operation of the large formation.

Once the blood beads are exhausted, not only will all the guardians die, but the formation will also collapse.

Han Muye has pills, god crystals, fairy stones, and even a lot of blood power in his hands.

But he dared not take it out.

Because he didn't know what went wrong with these blood beads.

Also, is it really a coincidence that the teleportation gold plate was blocked today?

On this drop of blood, there must be someone who is a traitor.

But Han Muye didn't know who was trustworthy and who was not.

"Father."

When Han Muye returned to his station, Jin Huo in green robe came over quietly.

He looked around and said in a low voice: "Father, I found that the cliff of dripping blood is a bit like something in my memory."

something in memory?

The golden fire is the inheritance of the phoenix, so it can be called immortal.

After his Nirvana, his cultivation base will be reassembled, and many memories will be sealed, which can only be opened after his cultivation base is improved again and again.

"What?" Han Muye looked at Jin Huo.

With a thoughtful look on Jin Huo's face, he said in a low voice: "I seem to have seen it before, it belongs to the inheritance of the prehistoric world..."

Speaking of this, he shook his head: "I don't remember the specific thing, I only know that this thing is of great benefit to the prehistoric beasts."

Is it good for prehistoric beasts?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Good or bad? Besides, at present, what is most needed is to solve the possible crisis.

No, it will definitely appear.

He does not believe in any coincidences in the world.

"Follow me to the altar."

Leading the golden fire to the cave where Murong Zhuo and the others were, Han Muye walked to the altar, and then stepped up to the altar.

Everyone in this cave was already familiar with him and did not stop him.

"Sword Immortal Yun Lan, be careful, the power of this divine beast's bloodline may attract your own power, and it may backfire." Murong Zhuo said aloud.

Han Muye nodded, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to press the blood drop.

"Om—"

The voice vibrated, and there was a faint warmth from the blood droplets.

The blood drop seemed to be alive, trembling slightly.

Without Han Muye urging his own sword intent, he could feel memories flashing one after another.

inherited!

This is about the inheritance of the divine beasts!

Han Muye's eyes flickered.

It's not just Baxia's inheritance, but the more pure power of Baxia's divine beast to return to its origin is contained in this blood bead.

Ba Xia, an ancient mythical beast, whose power can be traced back to the prehistoric overlord Dragon Crocodile.

The prehistoric dragon crocodile is a tyrannical beast that competed with the ancient power and tore the body of the power into pieces.

It is said that in the prehistoric world, there are only a few species of divine beasts that can be compared with the prehistoric dragon and crocodile.

And until the flood was broken, no one could subdue the dragon crocodile.

Han Muye could feel the trembling of the blood in his body.

This is the process of getting a new inheritance and starting to slowly transform.

On the back of Han Muye's hand, a faint golden scale appeared.

Taking a breath, he carefully inserted his sword intent and soul power into the blood in front of him.

He wasn't sure if he could get the memory he wanted from the blood bead.

"boom--"

The moment the sword intent and spirit penetrated, his mind seemed to be flooded with countless memories.

prehistoric.

Han Muye saw the scene of Hong Huang again.

Countless gigantic beasts collided, and each blow could shatter the world.

Besides the giant beasts colliding, Han Muye also saw a golden-armored giant shadow.

The prehistoric war puppet.

These prehistoric war puppets are no weaker than prehistoric behemoths.

They participated in the battle between the giant beasts of the prehistoric, which caused turmoil in the prehistoric forces.

This kind of battle completely surpassed the amount of calamity.

This is a war more terrifying than the calamity of measurement, perhaps it is the origin of the calamity of measurement.

A number of divine beasts were surrendered, some were turned into mounts, some were beheaded, and some were suppressed.

On the back of the Tyrannical Beast, a golden stele was pressed down.

He heard screams.

On the ground, a giant beast with a million feet rushed out.

Four-legged, golden scales, long tail, and sharp horns on top of the head.

Prehistoric Dragon Crocodile.

Foot on the ground, head above the sky.

The dragon crocodile smashed those puppets into pieces, and then smashed many human races behind the puppets into the air.

Nothing can stop the dragon crocodile.

That is the pinnacle of physical strength.

The sky and the earth trembled, and countless immortals fell.

The war puppet collapsed.

There are pavilions emerging in the void.

Change Tiange!

Han Muye saw the powerful monks of the human race in the Changtian Pavilion, each of whom was at least immortal, and his head was filled with aura.

The power of a series of rules is entangled, turning into a series of shackles to emerge.

The dragon crocodile roared, but was constantly suppressed by the shackles.

This is the power of rules triggered by countless immortal venerables attacking at the same time.

This kind of power even surpassed the carrying limit of Honghuang.

The world collapsed, and the prehistoric world was shattered.

In the end, the shackles wrapped the entire dragon crocodile, and then turned into three blood-colored mountains.

Innumerable kalpas, these three peaks are all there.

This is a power beyond the amount of calamity, and it will not be damaged by the amount of calamity at all.

In the dark, Han Muye saw three blood-colored mountain peaks.

During this calamity, a mountain peak quietly fell into the depths of the shattered wilderness.

One is in God Realm.

There is another one, the Blood Dropping Cliff!

All the blood beads on the altar are not to provide power to the formation, but to appease the suppressed dragon crocodile.

Using the power of the blood of various beasts to create the illusion of eternal existence, and then make the suppressed dragon crocodile not violent.

No wonder the dragon crocodile did not appear in various calamities of later generations, nor did it appear in many legends.

It turned out that it had been suppressed as early as the beginning of the flood.

In the prehistoric inheritance, there is only one bloody mountain.

That mountain needs to be watered with the blood of all races before it can be appeased.

If not, the Scarlet Mountain will vibrate, exuding a power that drives all beasts mad.

So this mountain peak appeared in Jin Huo's memory.

Looking at these pictures, Han Muye didn't know whether to be sad or happy.

The blood of thousands of beasts is stored in the blood-colored mountain in the prehistoric, so that many ethnic groups who are about to sever their inheritance can find their inheritance here.

It is a prehistoric holy land.

The mountain that suppressed the gods needs to be watered by the blood of the wild beasts, so every calamity there will be strong men hunting and killing the gods and beasts from all sides.

That was the catastrophe of the prehistoric beasts.

As for Dripping Blood Cliff, countless practitioners are needed to stimulate the power in those blood drops.

I don't know where this formation came from, nor how long it has been passed down, nor how many people have exhausted their blood here.

The power of Honghuang Dragon Crocodile protected Honghuang and hurt Honghuang.

The blood beads in front of him trembled, and the screen in front of Han Muye's eyes changed, and an old man in a white robe appeared.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan?"

The old man whispered softly, and then said with a smile: "Please come and see me."

After speaking, the figure dispersed.

Han Muye nodded.

Layer Yuan Immortal Lord, one of the Immortal Lords presiding over the Dripping Blood Cliff Formation.

If it is said that others will betray, the two immortals who preside over the formation will definitely not.

Because they will fall instantly when the big formation collapses.

Han Muye left the cave and went straight to the highest peak behind Blood Dropping Cliff.

Above the peak, under a blood-colored dome, there is a golden beam of light.

These beams of light flickered, and one could feel the fusion of blood power.

There are also layers of evil spirits intertwined and diffused around the beam of light.

"Om—"

The golden light flickered, and the beams of light began to stagger.

A small path appeared between the beams of light, Han Muye stepped into it, and saw two Taoists in white robes sitting cross-legged in front of him.

One with a thin face was the Immortal Lord Layer Yuan who had spoken just now, and the other was said to be from the Kuxian Realm, and was a certain demon king in the Kuxian Realm.

At this time, Han Muye saw the figure of this figure, and finally saw the blood behind him.

Qiongqi.

Han Muye had seen this bloodline of the ancient fierce beast.

It's just that the Qiongqi bloodline in front of him has been purified, and there is a tyrannical aura surging around him, as if he wants to choose someone to devour at any time.

When Han Muye stepped into the space with a radius of only three feet, the two Taoists opened their eyes at the same time.

Immortal Lord Layer Yuan is fine, with a smile on his face.

The fierce light flashed in Qiongqi's eyes, carrying the cruelty that crushed the soul.

It's just that for Han Muye, his soul power is not inferior to these immortals.

Condensed into three swords of primordial spirit, he even surpassed Xianjun in the condensing of soul and primordial spirit.

The long sword in Shenzang vibrated, but in an instant, all the pressure was offset.

"Hey, you have some skills." Qiongqi grinned, and all the pressure on his body dissipated.

The Immortal Lord Layer Yuan at the side shook his head and sighed softly: "Fellow Daoist Qiongqi is still open to it, so you can still joke around at this time."

He looked at Han Muye with a serious expression on his face: "Sword Immortal Yunlan, I think you have also discovered the danger of the formation."

"We have been bound to this formation, and when the formation is broken, we will fall directly."

Han Muye nodded.

This is what he has detected just now.

Immortal Lord Layer Yuan turned his gaze to Han Muye, and then to the top of his head.

Above Han Muye's head, there was extremely vigorous luck.

"Sword Fairy Yunlan, perhaps, the only one who can save everyone is you."

Han Muye looked up at Immortal Lord Layer Yuan and Qiongqi.

The luck above the two of them has been weakened to the extreme.

With this kind of luck, it is already the limit to maintain the operation of the large formation.

Looking back, the other people on this drop of blood cliff seem to have weak luck as well.

I didn't care about it before, I only thought that their luck was weak because of their severe wear and tear, but looking at it now, I'm afraid it's not.

This is a sign in the dark!

Thinking of this, Han Muye's heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps Zhang Guangyuan and the others knew this was the case, so they sent themselves here.

Only one's own luck can reverse all this.

"I don't know what senior wants me to do?" Han Muye asked in a low voice.

He is not afraid of being calculated, but he does not want to be calculated.

If you ask him to do something extremely difficult, he will refuse.

Even if Blood Dropping Cliff is broken, he is sure to take Han Qi and the others to break out.

"Suppress a peerless monster under Dripping Blood Cliff. If you can subdue this monster, Yunlan Sword Immortal, you will be able to free up the power of the formation." Qiongqi's eyes flashed with strange light, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"That's right, in fact, ninety-nine percent of the power in the big formation on Dripping Blood Cliff was used to suppress the big monster." Immortal Lord Layer Yuan also spoke out.

"We also tried, but there is no ability to connect to the big monster."

"Now I can only place my hope on you, Yunlan Sword Immortal."

It's very simple, let Han Muye take action and kill the suppressed big monster.

The meaning of the two immortal monarchs is that Han Muye's combat power is tyrannical, and he will definitely be able to slay demons.

"Seniors, this matter is important, let me consider it." Han Muye did not directly agree, nor did he refuse.

He stepped out of the dome and looked around.

The entire Dripping Blood Cliff, and even the surrounding void is full of blood evil spirit.

This bloody aura is gathered from the fall of an unknown number of practitioners and protoss.

"Perhaps it's time for Blood Dropping Cliff to collapse..."

With a soft whisper, he quickly walked back to the station.

If he hadn't discovered the secret of Dripping Blood Cliff, Han Muye might have believed in the two immortals sitting in charge.

He has all kinds of treasures in his hand, and he has a large amount of god crystals and fairy stones, so it is not difficult to make the big formation of Dripping Blood Cliff last for a while.

But neither of the two immortals told him the truth, so how could he take out these treasures?

Others are just using him.

It is absolutely impossible for the two immortals to sit and wait like this, they must have plans.

Even, it was to sacrifice him, Han Muye.

Summoning Han Qi and the others before him, Han Muye directly took out various war equipment and treasures.

It is impossible for these treasures to allow their little people to guard the blood-dropping cliff, but they can guard a few key positions.

For example, the main hall, such as the dome on the top of Blood Dropping Cliff.

Then, he handed over 100 million immortal spirit stones to Jinhuo, and asked him to give them to those cultivators stationed in the cave tomorrow.

It's not that he doesn't want to give more, but that it's unnecessary.

There may be traitors among the immortal cultivators stationed here.

If you really give them too much, it will alert those who want to destroy the blood dripping cliff formation.

With 100 million fairy stones, the formation can be maintained for three or two days.

In this way, the vast majority of immortal cultivators will support it with all their strength.

At the same time, as long as Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang guard the hall and the dome, even if they don't return for a while, they can keep the formation on Blood Dropping Cliff from collapsing for a while.

After doing all this well, Han Muye climbed onto the dome again, and then, under the guidance of Layer Yuan and Qiong Qi, stepped into a beam of light.

Seeing his figure disappear in the beam of light, Xianjun layered a smile on his face.

"As long as his blood can appease the suppressed Great Desolate Demon, we can draw out our hands and use the power of the formation to maintain the coagulation pool."

"This is the capital on which we live and work."

Hearing his words, Qiongqi's face flashed disdain, but he still nodded.

"As long as we have enough bloodline beads, we can exchange for the qualification to enter the God Realm."

"The promise made by the immortal will not be false."

—————

The moment Han Muye stepped on the golden beam of light, he sensed a change in the power around him.

Looking up, the world is changing.

prehistoric.

Here is the prehistoric.

In other words, this is a created prehistoric illusion.

The vast land, thousands of miles of desolation, above the sky, there are floating worlds.

Between the layers of heaven and earth, there are countless giant beasts.

In front of Han Muye, there was a strong fusion of the power of heaven and earth.

Pale yellow air!

Taking a deep breath, he could feel his blood boiling.

This is better than in the wild wasteland back then

"Roar--"

A gigantic beast with a thousand feet flew across the sky, lowered its head, and swept towards Han Muye with its long claws.

Before Han Mu could move wildly, a huge black shadow had already rushed down, breaking the neck of the thousand-foot giant beast.

A majestic black tiger rumbled away with a three-legged white bird with its long neck broken.

Drops of golden blood dripped and hit the ground, stirring up blood-stained dust several feet high.

"call out--"

A shrill sound appeared, and Han Muye moved, avoiding the attack of a strange bird whose body was only one foot in size and whose mouth was nearly two feet long.

With a long cry, the bird slammed into Han Muye again.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a blue long sword appeared in his palm.

With a flash of sword light, the ten-foot sword edge split the bird's body in half.

"Boom—"

The bird body fell, and a drop of golden blood appeared in front of Han Muye.

Stretching out his hand to hold the blood bead, a complicated look appeared on his face.

The long-billed Tianyuan bird, the bird of speed, can turn into thousands of arrows.

Unfortunately, it is extinct.

It was because of the battle of calamity in ancient times.

Turning his head, ten thousand feet away, a hundred-foot black panther with dark red flames all over his body slowly stepped out.

Han Muye didn't wait for the black panther to pounce, and flew up.

The sword light is like a wheel.

Now that he is here, no matter whether he is a real or a fake prehistoric, let's fight!

A sword, a murder weapon.

The sword light, sharp in the cold, pierced the black panther's body with just a light spin.

Although the prehistoric beasts are strong, they are not invincible.

Some of these powerful beasts are extremely fast but poor in defense, and some are powerful but not fast enough.

Some are huge and slow-moving, some are tyrannical and tyrannical, but they don't know how to hide...

The bloody aura on Han Muye's sword became more and more dignified.

Behind him, a faint blood-colored phantom emerged.

Hundreds of golden blood beads had gathered on his hands.

After killing an unknown number of mountains, a thatched pavilion appeared in front of him.

"Not bad, the sword technique has some advantages."

In the pavilion, an old man wearing a linen robe looked at Han Muye.

He stretched out his hand, and said lightly: "Give me the blood beads of the beasts you collected, and you have completed the task."

Myriad Beast Blood Bead?

mission accomplished?

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the old man.

The old man didn't have the slightest aura to show.

Is it because I can't see through it, or...

"Qi Ling, no, array spirit." Han Muye looked at the old man with a hint of surprise on his face.

The old man didn't seem to expect Han Muye to see through him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Interesting, it seems that you didn't come here by yourself, but they tricked you."

Looking up at the sky, the old man put his hands behind his back and said softly, "Do you know where this is?"

Han Muye shook his head.

"This is the place where the ancient prehistoric dragons and crocodiles were suppressed." There was a trace of nostalgia on the old man's face, and a trace of expression in his eyes.

"Even the world's number one monster is suppressed here."

"Anyone who comes here will be killed." The old man turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

He raised his hand, and a golden light landed, hitting Han Muye on the head.

The golden light was endlessly thick and imprisoned Han Muye's body.

This is the power of the big formation?

Han Muye stood where he was, and let the golden light circle above his head, turning into a golden lotus flower.

"It's not bad, don't panic when things happen."

The old man looked at the golden lotus and chuckled.

"Your cultivation has already reached the limit of a celestial being. Now I will bestow you with a golden lotus on top. If you haven't broken through, when will it be?"

As the sound fell, Han Muye's energy and blood surged uncontrollably, and they all gathered together, blending with the golden lotus above his head.

"boom--"

His spirit seemed to come out of his body, watching the golden light intertwine on his body, and then merged into a series of divine lights.

The power of the physical body and the soul merged, and the power of the fairy broke through the last barrier and turned into a magnificent beam of light.

Layers of golden divinity gathered, fused with the spirit of the fairy, rushing through the body like a river.

Golden divine light enveloped the body.

Finally broke through the realm of cultivation, and transformed into a golden immortal with the same life span as the heaven and the earth, who can live through calamities!

The Realm of Golden Immortals!

But instead of cultivating as a golden fairy with the spirit of a fairy, he turned into a god with the help of a golden lotus light.

Integrating with divinity, Han Muye suddenly realized.

The golden immortal above the heavenly immortal should have divinity in him.

However, 99% of the golden immortals in the fairy world have not refined their divinity, and they have not gathered the lotus of divinity on their bodies.

That golden lotus is the gathering of divinity.

Entering the Golden Immortal Realm, Han Muye's spirit and physical strength all climbed rapidly.

His fairy spirit surged, intertwined with divinity, and turned into a purple color.

"The current practice method is no longer gathering the golden lotus on the top, and not pouring three flowers and five yuan..."

"That kind of practice method will not allow you to live forever."

The old man looked at Han Muye and whispered softly.

not live forever.

It's not that he can't survive for a long time, but that he can't survive the calamity!

Han Muye could feel that his red-purple luck was covered by the golden lotus, making it difficult for outsiders to detect.

He remembered a legend.

Or it could be said to have been seen in the memory of a treasure that has passed through the calamity.

The ancient great power survived countless calamities at the cost of breaking the three flowers on his top.

Three flowers can get together again, as long as their lives are there.

These three flowers are the way to cross the catastrophe!

In other words, the great monks in ancient times used this method to survive the calamity.

This kind of method is to dissipate all the cultivation of the previous kalpa, and at the cost of turning the luck into nothingness, re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, and go through the kalpa again.

This is the ancient practice method!

With this golden lotus on top, he can safely survive the calamity.

"Thank you senior."

Han Muye bowed towards the old man.

This is an extremely precious inheritance.

The old man waved his hand and said with a light smile, "Do you know why I taught you the practice method of the golden lotus gathering?"

He looked at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "You have an old friend's breath on you."