Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A sword light emerged.

On top of Han Muye's head.

The moment the sword light appeared, the old man of the Canaan tribe had already widened his eyes.

"The way of the sword, Overlord!"

His body directly turned into the body of the Canaanite with four arms and twelve wings, and he turned around and fled.

What is an overlord?

That is to dominate the world with one force, and no one can resist.

This kind of powerhouse is absolutely invincible at different levels.

Unfortunately, when he saw Han Muye's sword body, it was too late to escape.

The long sword rests on the sky, and a sword stabs out.

The sword light traversed 30,000 miles, the sky and the earth shook, and the void was shattered.

The sword light seemed to come from an eternal age, a sword traversed the years, and a flash disappeared.

In front of them, the body of the Canaan tribe who had just spread their wings shook, and they slowly lowered their heads to look at their chests.

A sword mark slowly revealed.

"This, is this the overlord level..."

Just after finishing these words, the body of the Canaanite directly collapsed.

A quasi-hegemony-level powerhouse died with just one strike.

In the void, the 30,000-mile-long sword mark slowly recovered.

Below, countless strong men raised their heads and looked at the sword light above the long sky.

"Master Han has made a move." An old man whispered, his eyes shining brightly.

"Overlord." A Taoist in a blue robe lowered his head slightly.

It turned out that this was Master Han's strength.

Huang Zhihu looked back with a calm expression, but her arm holding the long sword was trembling slightly.

It turned out that the gap between myself and my adoptive father was so far away.

"That's Master Han's sword." Gongsun Ming said lightly.

The big guy from Gongsun's family had a change of expression at this moment, and finally muttered: "It's so fucking cruel..."

ruthless.

The fierceness revealed in this sword is beyond anyone's imagination.

Not only is it so powerful that it has no boundaries, but it is also extremely ruthless.

Who wouldn't be afraid of a sword like this in the palm of your hand?

Who wants to be the strong Canaanite whose body was pierced by a sword?

Han Muye put away the sword light and quietly looked at the space below.

On the star, sword light and divine power intertwined, cutting the bodies of the Canaanites to pieces.

Hundreds of thousands of Canaanites fell, and the rest fled in panic.

In this battle, a half-step overlord-level Canaanite power fell, dozens of Canaanite kings died, and many Canaanites with eight wings, ten wings, and twelve wings died in this nameless place. Heaven and earth perish.

The Canaanites are rich, and the collections of those who have fallen are extremely rich.

This battle not only has a brilliant record, but most people have also gained a lot.

At this time, Huang Zhihu's sword dissipated, and his eyes fell on the stars below.

So many strong Canaanites have fallen, and the infusion of dissipated original power has made this star different from other places.

Huang Zhihu could feel the aura shining on the star.

"Perhaps, after countless years, this star is the origin of a universe." Qin Suyang who stood behind Huang Zhihu whispered.

Where did the heavens and the earth come from, what are the differences in the inheritance of the universe, and where did they originate?

At this time, the stars brought great insights to Qin Suyang and Huang Zhihu.

It is like the way of swordsmanship.

One side dies.

One side is born.

"Haha, happy, I haven't seen this kind of slaughter today in a million years." Looking at the scattered bodies of the Canaan tribe, a white-bearded old man looked up to the sky and smiled.

Even the strongest galaxy universe in the ten thousand domains would not dare to face the Canaanites, let alone other universes.

It is really a rare victory to have such a battle that wiped out so many strong Canaanites like today.

This battle, even if it didn't hurt the Canaanites, it would still hurt them.

"Today I fulfilled my three million year wish, and I have no regrets." A middle-aged man in black armor clenched his knife and murmured.

The Canaan clan didn't just attack the galaxy universe, they wiped out countless worlds.

The most important thing is that the Canaanites act viciously, basically entering a certain universe is to directly destroy its inheritance.

The originally noisy battle formation gradually became quiet.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is more chilling air.

There are different kinds of power surging in many people.

This is an improvement in power perception after a carefree killing.

Without enough cultivation, without enough talent, without a carefree killing, it is impossible to have such an improvement.

For these powerhouses who came here, a slight improvement was something that they had never even dared to think about before.

This slight improvement is a breakthrough to their bottleneck.

"Om—"

Light curtains rose one after another.

That was the flash of inspiration on the identity card.

"New coordinates have appeared." Someone whispered.

new coordinates.

In the light curtain, there is a light spot that is extremely far away from here.

Seeing this light spot, everyone smiled.

Today's siege was enjoyable, but it was just an appetizer.

How can besieging the Canaan tribe be compared to hunting sky monsters?

So many strong people came for those sky monsters, not for the Canaan tribe.

"Haha, since Master Han has summoned him, this hunt will definitely be rewarding." The old man who spoke was full of smiles, and flew away.

The figures did not stay any longer, and quickly rushed to the marked position.

But for a moment, the void had once again returned to tranquility.

Han Muye's figure was revealed, with a deep divine light in his eyes.

He looked in the direction in which the Canaanites were retreating, and then at the position of the light spot he had marked.

It is impossible for the Canaanites not to know this location.

This time the Canaan tribe suffered heavy losses, and they would definitely show up when the strong men from the Ten Thousand Realms hunted down the sky monsters.

"Then let's see who is stronger this time."

Han Muye whispered, a spiritual light enveloped his body, and then disappeared with a movement.

...

Endless void.

A world full of illusion.

Between the sky and the earth is a huge altar.

The blue-gray altar has a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, thick and boundless.

On the altar, the engraved divine patterns are staggered, exuding an aura of antiquity.

There is golden blood flowing in every gully of the divine pattern.

The source of these blood is huge stone pillars one hundred thousand feet high.

The stone pillars are hundreds of thousands of feet high, and have a thickness of a thousand feet in diameter. The flowing light textures hovering on them reveal a mysterious atmosphere.

On the top of the stone pillar, hangs a figure.

Some are huge beasts, and some are thin humans.

There are also all kinds of haggard alien looks.

Without exception, these bodies exude powerful strength, but their breath is weak.

"Fenghuang, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save you from leaving."

On a tall stone pillar, the evil dragon bound by golden chains grinned.

Looking at the flame rising body on the other stone pillar, Nielong's eyes lit up.

"Hey, if I knew you were here, I would have come earlier."

There was eagerness in his voice.

On the opposite side, the figure in the flames didn't even bother to move.

"Save some energy, when your original strength is not enough to support you, you will know the pain." The voice from the opposite side was a gentle female voice.

This response made Nielong even more eager, and he burst out laughing.

"I knew you still cared about me, Fenghuang. Over the years, ever since I left Honghuang, I have been looking for—"

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from not far away: "Hey, I still have the face to mention Honghuang."

It was a rough voice, revealing impatience.

On a stone pillar, the pale yellow dragon's body was coiled, locked by bloody chains.

Streams of blood flowed along the chains, and were then drawn into the divine patterns on the altar by the long lines on the stone pillars.

"Canglong, you kid can't do it, you can't even protect Phoenix."

"I said that back then, you are not worthy of Phoenix."

Nielong's voice was loud and full of energy.

The sound spread around, and many figures hung on the stone pillars looked up.

Probably, this is a rare and interesting thing for countless years.

Over there, the pale yellow dragon's body was in turmoil, with a fiery aura surging from his body.

This intensified the speed at which the blood flowed.

"Canglong, don't listen to him, he won't last long." A voice sounded from the flames in the distance.

The surroundings slowly fell silent, only a few silhouettes of sky monsters flying around.

"Don't you believe it." Nielong raised his head and looked at the more magnificent rotating light array connected to the altar above his head.

"I'll be able to..."

...

Flying and fleeing non-stop, Han Muye came a million miles away from the altar a month later.

"The gate of the plane."

There was trembling in the chaotic voice.

"This door is only in the legend, but I didn't expect it to exist."

Legend exists.

Actually not.

As far as Han Muye knew, the last member of the Muxing Clan left through this face gate.

Of course, he doesn't know whether Lu Yue Sword God came from here.

But he knew something else.

The Lord of the Nine Profound Peak had stepped out of here before, and he was the only one who came back.

But Han Muye knew very little.

Many memories about this door are extremely vague.

It is probably that such existences can easily affect the rules of time and space.

"Those divine beasts exist at the overlord level, and they are imprisoned here, for what?"

Hun Chao looked at the pillars on the altar and trembled all over.

On each big pillar is a half-step overlord, or even a strong man at the overlord level.

How many top figures in the universe are imprisoned here?

Who can do this step?

Han Muye shook his head.

he does not know.

Is it Lord Jiuxuan Peak, his soul clone?

Or other powerhouses?

What kind of powerhouse can gather so many peak powerhouses?

In the space around the altar, countless sky monsters flickered and danced.

These days, the monsters are pouring their own origin into the altar.

"boom--"

Not far away, a roar sounded.

The bodies of several celestial monsters were shattered and turned into celestial beads.

Streams of light flew towards them.

Those powerful people in the Myriad Realms, either united or alone, all started to hunt down the sky monsters.

The sky monsters here are almost endless, and they are at least fourth-rank and fifth-rank.

For these top powerhouses, hunting one is a treasure.

One after another silhouettes rushed towards the scattered sky monsters.

As for the altar, everyone saw it.

But for these strong men, they also knew that they would never do anything to the altar.

Even those super first-grade sky monsters guarding the altar, they should be careful to sense them.

Once the monsters are dispatched these days, they will retreat.

A super first-grade sky monster, they need to work together to have a chance of winning.

The battle in the void draws attention on and around the altar.

The figures on the stone pillars all raised their heads.

"The peak strength of Xianzun, it's okay."

"The battle puppets of the galaxy universe, with the blessing of combat power, you can also reach the fairyland, not bad."

"The sword array is sharp, and it gathers strength. It can reach the half-step overlord level, right?"

A whisper came.

Han Muye stood where he was, his eyes were full of light.

With a movement of his body, he quietly flew towards the altar.

He wants to find the answer he wants.

He needs to know who built the altar and what is the purpose of the altar.

"Roar--"

A sky monster flew down and stopped in front of Han Muye.

This day, the monster has a huge body, with an angry look on its ferocious face.

The long roar resounded in all directions, countless sky monsters spread their wings and flew towards Han Muye.

"Open the way for Yunlan Sword Immortal." Huang Zhihu's voice sounded.

As her voice fell, all the 30,000 cultivators in the Land of Ten Thousand Realms formed a battle formation, triggering a ten thousand li sword light, and slashed straight ahead.

No one hesitated.

This is the order and prohibition.

This is why the battle formation formed by Huang Zhihu can have such combat power.

The sword light swept across, and no sky monster could stop it.

The radiant sword light streaked across the void, causing the wind to howl, tearing apart every monster in the sky.

All the sky monsters standing in front of the sword's edge were also cut down directly.

For a moment, the dzi beads rolled down like rain.

Countless streamers flew around.

The dissipated original power surged and turned into a billowing column of thick smoke, rushing towards the altar.

The column of smoke hit the altar, and the golden streamer on the altar seemed to be activated, and the golden halo began to shine.

The golden light was shining, and the chains on the beasts on the stone pillars and the bound powerhouses also lit up.

The Baiwanli Altar, which was originally silent and vast, seemed to come alive.

Those divine beasts and strong men who had lowered their heads slowly raised their heads at this time.

"They want to attack the altar of heaven?"

"Are you crazy? The last one who hit the altar of heaven was Lu Yue Sword God, right?"

"Could it be that he wants to reopen the altar of heaven and open the gate of the plane?"

"Impossible, no one can..."

"Don't tell me, why does that guy look so similar to Peak Lord Jiuxuan? It's just that I can't seem to remember what Peak Lord Jiuxuan looks like..."

Huang Zhihu opened a path with the long sword in his hand.

Behind her, all the Wanyu elites were filled with fighting spirit.

In front, two super first-grade sky monsters flew down.

Super first class.

Isn't that what they expected?

"kill."

Huang Zhihu let out a long shout, and the huge sword in his hand exploded, turning into hundreds of millions of sword lights.

The sword light shot directly around the bodies of the two super first-rank sky monsters, turning them into cages.

She flew out, and a golden battle armor appeared on her body. In addition to the battle armor, there was another golden battle armor.

With a long sword in his hand, Huang Zhihu's combat power turned into a skyrocketing gangsha.

"Using the power of the refining tool, the combat power can be multiplied by a hundred times, the method of the galaxy and the universe." Someone whispered on the stone pillar of the altar.

"Among the juniors, are there already such elites?" An old man who was chained to a stone pillar looked up with a look of relief on his face.

Huang Zhihu raised his sword to kill a sky monster trapped by billions of sword lights.

The other 30,000 elites rushed to the other end.

At this moment, Han Muye, who rushed out, flew and landed on the altar.

He squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand, and pressed it against the rough and heavy altar.

"boom--"

Endless memory images poured into my mind.

Blood gushed out of Han Muye's mouth and nose seven orifices instantly.

His eyes were bleeding, but with endless divine light.

"The plane of the sky, the origin of the Dao is intact?"

"Suppressing all illusory planes and entering them is eternity?"

Above the sky, a golden vortex began to spin.