Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A person from the heavenly plane.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the figure walking out of the gate of heaven.

The origin is complete.

It's not the consummation of the Dao that practitioners in this universe have been striving for all their lives, but the original consummation at birth.

This is the benefit of the upper plane.

What is ordinary in some people is the end that others want in this life.

Practitioners in this dimension have pursued for a lifetime, and stepping on the peak level is only a way of consummation.

"Hehe, the Dao is complete..." Nielong also set his eyes on the figure, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"From the prehistoric era to the overlord level, I have undergone a total of 3,120 transformations, and I have experienced countless times of devouring and fighting."

"It took 50 million years for me to cultivate the original power to the perfect level."

Nielong is the overlord of the prehistoric era. He has experienced endless hardships before he has the strength of his current cultivation base.

But in the entire plane, in the Wanfang universe, how many powerhouses are there at the overlord level?

"Don't be jealous that my Cangtian plane was born with perfect origin. The Cangtian plane was the same as your incomplete planes at the beginning. It is the blue thread of the ancestors who have fought hard for generations to have today."

The young man outside the Tianmen seems to have heard the whisper of the evil dragon, with a smile on his face: "Why can you practice as hard as my predecessors in the heavenly plane?"

After the young man finished speaking, he shook his head and raised his hand to collect the flying dzi beads.

A powerful man in this direction was beheaded by the guards of the Tianmen and turned into a sky bead.

The quality of these dzi beads is basically super first-grade, and they are also top-notch treasures in the sky plane.

It's just that the gate of heaven is not always open, and it is rare to have such a big harvest.

The smile on the young man's face was even wider, he stretched out his hand, and grabbed the one hundred super first-grade dzi beads that had attracted him.

Although the duty of guarding the Tianmen for thousands of years is boring, who would have thought that such an opportunity would come?

Harvesting opportunities, but only once in countless years.

At this time, in the beam of light hanging from the sky, those great powers who stepped into it could only be surrounded and killed by thunder after wave.

So what if they were once the top powerhouses in one universe?

So what if they are super first-rank sky monsters?

The king of the Canaanite tribe is not much harder than a piece of thin paper.

On that day, the knife in the guard's hand was shining, and the thunder light driven by it was swaying, each of which could crush several bodies.

Among the beams of light, those strong men who were originally full of ambitions now looked like bereaved dogs.

"Hehe, what kind of opportunity, what kind of price do you have to pay, when can you get something for nothing in the world?" Nielong hung on the stone pillar safely, with a trace of emotion on his face.

The figures on those stone pillars all looked silent.

They have seen too much of this scene today.

Even, weren't they once one of these people?

The dzi beads were scattered, and the faces of the young people in front of the Tianmen were full of smiles.

"Om—"

At this moment, those gathered dzi beads suddenly vibrated, and then scattered in all directions.

Below, Han Muye pressed his palm on the altar, his body shining with golden light.

A series of spiritual light shone through, arousing the turmoil of the divine pattern on the altar, turning it into a swirling and intertwined force.

"Control the altar..."

"How is that possible? No one has been able to control the Cangtian Altar since its construction!"

"Here, who can tell me how the Cangtian Altar can be manipulated?"

On that square stone pillar, countless exclamations came.

At this time, Han Muye poured all the strength into his body, and gathered the golden divine light with difficulty, and then turned them into light gates.

These light gates hit the soaring light beam.

"Ten breaths, whether you can live or not depends on you."

His voice was hoarse and weak.

Buy ten breaths of time for those practitioners who are trapped in the beam of light.

In the beam of light, those cultivators who were already desperate rushed out in a panic.

The road to the sky was broken, and countless powerful people from all sides flew to escape.

"Looking for death." The young man in front of the Guangmen's complexion darkened.

"After the altar was built back then, a contract has been reached with my heavenly plane. The road to the sky is life and death. Today you are breaking the rules."

The young man stared at Han Muye with a murderous intent on his face.

"Tianwei, kill."

He let out a low shout, and the group of hundred gold-armored generals rushed out behind him.

The bright saber light aroused the thunder, and it fell on Han Muye's head.

"Array." Without hesitation, Huang Zhihu mobilized the battle formation composed of elites behind him, and rushed towards the golden armored generals.

But the warrior at the head just waved the long knife in his hand, and a cyan knife curtain blocked all the space in front of him.

This is the source of perfection, the power of the Dao rule in this dimension.

Innate crushing.

There is no reason at all.

The sword array that can fight against the overlord can only retreat under the light of this sword.

"boom--"

The battle formation composed of 30,000 elites was forced back with a single blow, and everyone's faces were pale.

Only Huang Zhihu clenched the sword in his hand, let out a long whistle, and rushed forward.

To behead her adoptive father, naturally she must be beheaded first.

"This girl is not bad." On a stone pillar, a woman in a green robe smiled lightly.

Han Muye put one hand on the altar and looked up at the sky.

Tianwei.

The war puppets of the galaxy universe were born out of these heavenly guards.

Every celestial guard has the power of perfect origin and controls the power of rules.

Moreover, these Tianwei still have the power of thunder, and there is a blessing of power from one dimension.

"boom--"

The thunderbolt hit directly above Han Muye's head and turned into a beam of thunderous light.

The domineering aura emanating from this beam of light makes people shudder.

This is the power of thunder that can shatter a galaxy!

This is the rule transformed by thunder, it can traverse the long river of time and never die!

"Can this kid do it?" Canglong showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and turned to look at Nielong.

"You guys are not good at cultivating the Dao of Thunder, can you help me out?"

Phoenix on the side spoke.

The Dao of Thunder is well cultivated.

Nie Long cast his gaze in Han Muye's direction.

My own way of thunder is well cultivated, but compared to that kid, it is much worse, right?

Nielong snorted and turned his head away.

He didn't bother to look.

Phoenix sighed lightly.

Nielong is actually pretty good, but his mind is too small.

In the distance, those scattered strong men from all directions looked complicated, watching the thunder that fell on Han Muye's head.

They were rescued by Han Muye, but they didn't dare to rescue Han Muye.

This consummate thunder is not something they can block.

Many people turned their heads in shame.

"boom--"

The thunder light landed on Han Muye.

The intertwined lights shone, wrapping Han Muye's body.

Outside the Tianmen, a sneer appeared on the young man's face.

"This is disobedience—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze.

Below, surrounded by thunder, a huge body slowly condensed.

That is a cow.

unicorn.

golden body.

Covered with thunder patterns.

"The body of a Kui ox!"

"Fuck, this guy is blessed with the power of the Thunder God Beast!"

There was a sound of exclamation from the surrounding stone pillars.

They thought that Han Muye was really going to die, but they didn't expect him to have the body of a thunderbolt.

Kui Niu, this is the beast of thunder.

If the thunder beast is struck to death by lightning, wouldn't the rules of the world have to be changed?

The endless thunder light criss-crossed on Kui Niu's body at this time, and then turned into a thunder mark.

Kui Niu's body is visible to the naked eye.

Han Muye stood up slowly, and the Kui Niu also raised his head.

"Roar--"

He stepped out and flew up.

The thunder wrapped around his body kept shining, and as he punched out, it turned into cascading mountains.

The team of Tianmen guards holding long knives in mid-air did not hesitate, and directly unleashed their knives.

The mountains were cut into pieces, but the thunder formed by the mountains scattered in all directions, making the bodies of these heavenly guards tremble slightly.

The thunder in Han Muye's hand was non-stop, and every punch revealed endless thunder.

At this moment, all the thunder power that had been silent in him was stimulated.

Because just now, his way of thunder has been completed.

The origin is complete.

"Arrogance." Above the sky, the young man outside the Tianmen shouted.

All the Tianwei's bodies intertwined and turned into battle formations.

An eight-winged god will appear in phantom.

In the hand of the god general, a long-handled saber revealed a gloomy cold light.

The moment the phantom of the warrior emerged, all the divine light was suppressed on the altar of hundreds of millions of miles.

"Be careful, this is the Heavenly General specially formed by the Cangtian plane to suppress this plane."

"The power of these puppet warriors is to gather the heaven and the earth to measure the calamity."

An old man chained to a stone pillar shouted.

Measure robbery.

This was the first time Han Muye felt that besides him, there was someone else controlling the power of calamity.

Why can this general phantom control the power of calamity?

"Measurement..." Han Muye's eyes flickered.

He thought of something.

Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, and the endless source of power surged through his body.

He wants to prove his idea.

Go against the sky!

Everyone looked at Han Muye who was going straight up to the sky with solemn expressions.

Especially those strong men on the stone pillars all had bright eyes.

They stationed at the altar and confronted the powerhouses of the heavenly plane, and the heavenly plane also suppressed this plane by means of heavenly guards.

The sky plane is the upper plane, and there are too many lower planes to suppress. It is not bad to have a team of heavenly guards stationed here.

Tianwei's means are tyrannical, and he has the power of origin and calamity.

For so many years, countless strong men on the altar of heaven have died at the hands of Tianwei.

"Hey, Measurable Tribulation has always been a knife hanging above our heads, so many powerful and powerful people can't escape." A golden streamer flashed in Phoenix's eyes, and flames rose from his body.

These overlord-level powerhouses like them are not afraid of measuring calamity, but they also dare not be infused with the power of measuring calamity.

What's more, how many overlords are there in one universe?

"Facing the calamity, is this kid really fearless, or..." Canglong murmured as he looked at Han Muye's soaring figure.

At this time, those strong men who had escaped from the Road to Heaven all looked at Han Muye with flickering eyes.

They have neither such strength nor such courage.

Today, although they have gained a lot, their cultivation base has improved a lot, and they can even have a perfect origin, but compared with Han Muye, they are far behind.

This is not a gap in cultivation base strength, but a gap in will.

"I hope, don't die..." An old man with white beard whispered softly, with a complicated expression on his face.

Huang Zhihu held a long sword, gritted his teeth, and watched Han Muye soar into the sky.

The 30,000 elites stood behind, with flames gushing out from their eyes.

At this moment, their feelings are extremely deep.

Even if he is a strong elder, he can't help himself in today's scene.

There is only one person who is willing to make a move and dares to make a move.

"Cultivation in this life, isn't it just to be such a person?"

"Cultivate for a lifetime, if you can't enjoy yourself, what's the use of practicing?"

"Measuring calamity? It's just life and death..."

Perhaps, only these junior elites have sharp edges and fighting spirit.

Others, I'm afraid they don't have such passion anymore.

"Om—"

Above the sky, the warlord phantom took a palm shot.

A gray whirlwind formed instantly and enveloped Han Muye.

This power was so strange that it just appeared, and immediately covered Han Muye.

"That is the power of calamity, you must not—" Nielong widened his eyes and let out a low cry.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he saw streaks of gray dragon-like power pouring into Han Muye's body.

"It's over..."

This is what everyone thinks.

Quantitative robbery can only be avoided or resisted.

It's just that there are very few means in the world that can resist the calamity.

Once the power of calamity enters the body, there is no possibility of escape.

"Om—"

A tremor came from Han Muye's body.

A long sword emerged.

The Baizhang sword light hovered above his head, revealing layers of cloud patterns.

"Do the sword to become the overlord?" There was a slight smile on the face of the young man outside the Tianmen.

"With this level of strength, if you obediently walk through the Heavenly Gate, you may really be able to enter my Heavenly Plane."

"If you were willing to worship me just now, you might have saved your life. It's a pity."

pity.

The power of calamity has entered the body, there is no chance.

There was silence on the altar.

Everyone looked at Han Muye who was filled with gray aura.

Perhaps, he can last for one breath, ten breaths, but in the end, he will turn into nothingness under the force of calamity.

At this moment, Han Muye closed his eyes.

The gray power of measuring calamity circulated in his body.

If it weren't for the power of measuring calamity that he had controlled before, his body would probably have collapsed now.

This time, he finally understood what is the power of calamity.

The origin of the universe here is incomplete.

The missing part turns into nothingness, supporting the heaven and the earth.

This is calamity.

Measuring calamity means that the power of nothingness slowly expands, eventually sweeping across the entire plane.

To break the calamity, there are two ways.

One, to supplement the missing original power.

It's hard.

Because no one knows what kind of power or original rules are missing.

The second method is to induce the other party's original perfect harmony of heaven and earth.

The reason why this dimension did not collapse, and did not dissipate in the calamity, is because of the suppression of the place where the ten thousand domains contend for the front.

The Cangtian Altar suppresses the place where ten thousand domains are fighting for the front, so that its origin is not lacking, and it runs again and again, and reunites after being broken.

The place where the ten thousand domains compete for the front is to suppress the entire plane, so that even if the power of calamity is swallowed up by the universe, it will be restored again.

It is the ruin world.

At the beginning, Jiuxuan Peak Lord did this when he entered the sky plane.

Chop up a corner of the sky plane and turn it into a place where ten thousand domains compete for the front.

"It's no wonder that Lu Yue Sword God will go to the plane of heaven and cut down the world, is he the one who made the move?"

Han Muye whispered softly, and opened his closed eyes.

At this moment, all the calamity-measuring power in his body suddenly vibrated, like clouds and mist churning!

His origin is so stable that even the power of calamity can't do anything about it!