"Let's go back to the city first."
Taking a deep breath, Chuanling Golden Immortal looked at Hu Yulong and lowered his voice: "If the original Immortal Lord dares to intercept and kill our Immortal Lord's disciples, this matter is not over yet."
"When you get back, go to Yunlongxuan in person and take charge."
"I will go to the fifth floor and report to the Immortal Lord."
After saying that, he turned around and left the deck, going straight back to his cabin.
It wasn't until a golden light array rose in the cabin that he cautiously spread his hands.
In his palm, there was a ball of cyan light.
This ball of light is illusory and contains endless mysterious power. It seems that one more look at it will make people feel lost.
"origin……"
This is the original power of the Hulingxu world!
Just now, the moment Han Muye flew out, he handed this object into his hands.
Han Muye obtained the origin that the Immortal Lord wanted, and now he is being hunted by the Immortal Lord of Yuanshe.
Is the Yuanshen Immortal Lord trying to seize the origin that belongs to the Immortal Lord?
"Zhenyang Tower, you wait." Putting away his source, Chuanling Jinxian gritted his teeth and whispered.
Outside the cabin, on the deck, the expression on Hu Yunlong's face changed.
On the other flying boats, the immortal cultivators were silent.
The incarnation of an immortal king was killed by Han Muye, who was traveling with them.
Now that the Immortal Lord is chasing him, Han Muye chooses to deal with it alone.
No one can express their current mood.
sorrow?
have no choice?
indignation?
All of them.
Most of the immortal cultivators in this fleet have received help from Han Muye and have benefited from the Ruins Realm.
They also recognized Han Muye's powerful avatar in the Ruins Realm.
At this time, Han Muye chose to sacrifice himself, which shocked their hearts.
"Fellow Taoist Yunlong, what can we do?"
In the distance, an old man wearing a blue robe and a fairy light flashing behind his back spoke loudly.
"Yes, if the battle in the Ruins Realm does not involve the outside world, can the Immortal Lord do whatever he wants?" On another flying boat, a middle-aged man wearing a green and red armor shouted loudly.
Hu Yunlong nodded and said loudly: "Don't worry, senior brother Chuan Ling will naturally care about it."
"With Fellow Daoist Han's methods, even the Immortal Lord may not be able to do anything to him."
Everyone nodded and guided the flying boat to Wanhua City.
At this time, Han Muye had already flown tens of thousands of miles away.
His figure stopped, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a deep halo.
Behind the scenes, Immortal Lord Yuanshe has arrived.
"You are dead--"
Immortal Lord Yuan She shouted wildly.
"Canglang——"
Han Muye turned around and struck out with his sword.
The ultimate sword.
Original power!
In this abyss where the power of death is everywhere, the power of heaven and earth suppresses it, and the lethality of the Fallen Immortal Sword is greatly weakened. Only the Absolute Immortal Sword and the original power can show sufficient combat power.
With the ultimate strength of the Immortal Sword, even the Immortal Lord can fight!
"when--"
The long sword was blocked by a black long sword in the hand of Yuan Shexianjun.
The long black sword exuded an aura of decay, and when struck by the sword light, more cracks appeared on the blade.
Immortal Lord Yuan She retreated uncontrollably under this sword.
There was horror in his eyes.
"Your swordsmanship is so strong!" Killing intent surged through his body, and behind him, a ten-foot tall figure wearing broken black armor appeared.
As soon as the shadow appeared, the power of death around him no longer evaporated, but instead converged on his black armor.
This black armor is a treasure!
Moreover, it is a treasure that has been continuously infiltrated by the power of the world in Fang Tianyuan.
With the power of this black armor, Yuanshe Immortal Lord's combat power in Tianyuan will not only remain intact, but will also increase several times!
Han Muye's expression turned solemn.
This was not the first time that he had faced off against an Immortal Lord.
But this was his first time fighting an immortal king alone.
I have to admit that every powerful Immortal Lord has his own profound heritage and resources.
I was really careless.
Taking a breath, Han Muye slashed down the Immortal Sword in his hand.
The sword light was extremely fast, and one of the bright sharp lights flashed and hit the broken black armor.
"when--"
A golden light flashed on the black armor, knocking Han Muye back with his sword.
The face of Immortal Lord Yuanshe showed violent killing intent.
"The power of death has entered the body. It seems that you will not have a hard time even if you use this treasure." Han Muye shouted, moved, turned around and left.
I thought that Immortal Lord Yuan She could already control this powerful treasure, but it turned out that it had not been completely refined.
It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I don’t dare.
This black armor has clearly been blended with the power of death. To refine this armor is to refine the power of death into the body.
At this moment, if the phantom armor is activated, the original Immortal Lord will be eroded by the power of death.
He can't last long.
"die--"
Immortal Lord Yuan She shouted low, with a ferocious face, and the black-armored shadow behind him wrapped his body with his arms, and flew towards Han Muye.
Han Muye walked with his sword very fast.
But the black-armored phantom moved strangely through the land of death, and it suddenly appeared in front of Han Muye without using any force.
"when--"
Han Muye slashed down with his sword, then turned and moved on.
He is not afraid of a fight with the Immortal Lord, but fighting with the black armor who controls the power of death in the land of death is completely unpleasant.
"boom--"
Hei Jia's free hand grabbed Han Muye's head.
Tearing the void apart, turning the surrounding world into broken cracks.
Han Muye paused, appeared in an impossible place, and flew away.
The two of them chased and fled in the abyss, the sword light and the black armor's escape light intertwined.
"boom--"
The sound of collision between heaven and earth was loud.
Before a city wall was shattered by rocks, Huang Zhihu, who was leading a group of Fenglin Village disciples to search for various worn-out treasures, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.
Beside her, Zhao Chen also frowned and looked towards the deep dark abyss in the distance.
"Foster father?" Huang Zhihu's body began to slowly surge with gloomy sword intent.
"Brother is fighting with someone?" Zhao Chen turned his head and asked in a low voice.
He was asking the God-Slaughter war puppet who had been silent all this time.
"Yes." The God-Slaying War Puppet nodded.
Huang Zhihu moved and moved forward quickly, holding the sword in his hand tightly.
"During the mission, you are not allowed to leave without permission!" Not far away, a low voice shouted, and a figure rushed towards him.
Guyang Gang, Chen Jinyu.
At this time, Chen Jinyu held a long whip in his hand, and the golden whip flashed with a "crack" sound that tore through the void.
This blow was actually intended to leave Huang Zhihu behind.
"roll."
The long sword in Huang Zhihu's hand was unsheathed, and the blade was pulled diagonally. The coldness brought out by the long sword cut off the golden whip directly.
The grade of this long whip is not low. It is already a top-grade spiritual treasure. It is a treasure smelted with Chen Jinyu's hard work.
At this moment the treasure was cut off, he shuddered and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Be bold!"
A voice sounded, and a big black hand descended from the sky and grabbed Huang Zhihu head-on.
Huang Zhihu had a look of impatience on his face and clenched the hilt of his sword.
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, a flame rose above Huang Zhihu's head.
"呲——"
The flames directly burned through the big black hand, then rolled back and wrapped around the body of an old man in black robes in the distance.
The old man ran around in panic, using all his spells, treasures, and various means, but he couldn't extinguish the flames on his body.
"Help!"
"Senior brother, save me——"
The old man screamed in panic.
This flame was unimaginably hot and weird that he couldn't extinguish.
In the distance, several streams of light fell down, and various spells and treasures fell down, but they could not extinguish the flames at all.
"What kind of fire is this?"
"At least it's Immortal Flame!"
"Do you, Fenglin Village, want to be the enemy of my Guyang Gang?"
The panicked crowd exclaimed.
Jin Huo snorted coldly, raised his hand and withdrew the flame.
This flame is the Xuantian Divine Fire that Han Muye gave him, and it is the fire that destroys the world.
Not to mention these people from Guyang Gang, even if an Immortal Lord comes, they must be dealt with carefully.
"So brave——"
After a loud shout, a figure flew down and stood not far in front of Huang Zhihu.
"Commander Zhihu, if anything happens, just go away. Our Guyang Gang has not yet reached the point where we have to control the affairs of our allies." Qi Yuanwu, holding a short gun in his hand, turned around and looked at the strong men of the Guyang Gang.
"Everyone, if you have anything to do, I will take charge of it, Qi Yuanwu."
Take it?
"Qi Yuanwu, Deacon Su Ji was seriously injured, can you afford it?" Chen Jinyu shouted, raising the long whip that was broken in his hand: "My spiritual treasure was broken-"
"It's your own fault." Qi Yuanwu shouted coldly.
"You——" Chen Jinyu's pale face was flushed, and he was about to speak out, when a scream came from the sky in the distance.
"call out--"
The bright sword light flashed, carrying the strong wind that was about to tear the heaven and the earth apart.
Just after the sword light passed, there was another roar.
A powerful confrontation!
The faces of everyone below turned pale.
The most feared thing in Tianyuan is the confrontation between such powerful and powerful people, which can easily affect all parties.
When such a strong person takes action, a stray wind may shatter the protective power surrounding countless people.
They are now at least ten days away from Wanhua City. If their protective treasures are broken, they will have no choice but to die here.
For a moment, everyone was frightened.
Huang Zhihu narrowed his eyes.
His adoptive father was being hunted?
A murderous intent emerged from her body.
The murderous intent soars into the sky, and the sword shines brightly!
At this moment, the will of the sword displayed in her body broke through the power of death around her!
The black-armored shadow chasing Han Muye paused, and was inspired by this will to protect himself.
"It's over..."
The gangsters and master elites of the Guyang Gang stopped when they saw the flying black-armored shadow, and they all trembled.
Even if such a powerful person takes one more look, no one here can survive!
"It's over, we are all going to die..." Chen Jinyu, who was in front of Qi Yuanwu, was trembling with hands and feet and growling crazily.
Qi Yuanwu also looked pale.
He didn't understand why Huang Zhihu wanted to get involved in such a powerful confrontation.
"I come."
Behind Huang Zhihu, the voice of the God-Slaying War Puppet sounded.
"boom--"
The God-Slaying War Puppet stepped on the void, triggering the exploding wind. His figure was like an arrow from a string, and he instantly rushed towards the black-armored shadow standing on the sky in front of him.
"Bang——"
He didn't hesitate and punched out.
The black-armored shadow raised his hand to block it.
Then, his body was knocked away.
The God-Slaying War Puppet wrapped himself up.
"Bang——"
A punch followed.
In the void, the sound of roaring and exploding boxing could be heard.
Below, whether it was the Guyang Gang or the Fenglin Village disciples who had been subdued by Huang Zhihu, they were all stunned.
How strong is this?
In a powerful confrontation that made everyone afraid to move, this one directly started to fight, even, it seemed, suppressing the opponent?
It turns out that there is such a master hidden on our side...
Qi Yuanwu quietly turned his head and glanced at Huang Zhihu.
It's really unimaginable that they still have such a strong person hiding.
It seems that I made the right bet.
Looking at Chen Jinyu again, his face was pale, as if he was about to die.
He chuckled, walked up to Huang Zhihu, and whispered: "Commander Zhihu, is there anyone who needs help?"
Huang Zhihu clenched the hilt of his sword and shook his head.
She has sensed that she is unable to participate in the battle in the sky.
"Don't worry, big brother is so strong, and with the help of the God of Slaughter, nothing will happen." Zhao Chen whispered.
Qi Yuanwu didn't know who the elder brother Zhao Chen was talking about, but he knew that the silent strongman who had just taken action was the one who had been following Huang Zhihu and was called the "God of Slaughter".
Looking at it this way, there are more powerful people behind Huang Zhihu and the others!
What are their backgrounds?
"Buzz——"
A sword roar came from the void.
Then there was another roar.
Slowly, the sword light and roar gradually faded away.
Everyone in Guyang Gang looked at each other and dispersed with lingering fear.
When they looked at Huang Zhihu again, their faces were much more cautious.
As for the people in Fenglin Village, their faces were filled with joy.
There is such a powerful person behind him!
At this time, tens of thousands of miles away, Han Muye was wielding the sharp sword in his hand, and together with the God-Slaying War Puppet, they surrounded and killed the black-armored phantom.
The black-armored phantom has aroused a powerful force of death, and its entire body has turned from illusory to solid.
Every punch of the God-Slaughter War Puppet has the power to break apart the world.
In Tianyuan, which is full of the power of death, I am afraid that only the war puppets can not be suppressed at all, and their combat power is not lost at all.
No matter how solid the black-armored phantom's body is, it can't block the fist of the God-Slaying War Puppet.
With every blow, he was knocked back.
The combination of Han Muye's sword light and the shadow of the war puppet's fist was so seamless that the black-armored shadow had no chance of turning around.
"Bang——"
The war puppet punched the black-armored shadow in the chest, and the shadow shook as if it was about to break.
"Roar--"
The black-armored shadow roared wildly, and the endless power of death surged, gathering the power of death in the surrounding world.
This power was so majestic, like an abyss, that Han Muye and Zhan Puppet could only retreat temporarily.
The power of the black-armored shadow swelled again, and it was already stronger than before.
The Immortal Lord of Yuanshe who was leaned over by him looked pale, as if he was withered.
But his eyes were filled with murderous intent and violence.
He was possessed by the power of death.
This is Tianyuan, even the Immortal Lord may fall.
At this time, even if Immortal Lord Yuan She can return to Wanhua City alive, he will become a walking corpse and be controlled by the black armor.
"kill……"
Immortal Lord Yuan She let out a desperate whisper.
"I feel a familiar power." After punching out, the God-Slaying War Puppet shouted.
The power of déjà vu?
Han Muye looked at the broken black armor, and his heart moved.
The two methods that Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect is best at.
Battle puppet, battle armor.
The Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect originally inherited the inheritance left by the Changtian Pavilion forces. Among them, the top war puppets are the ancient war puppets who can run rampant in calamities.
The armor inheritance must be extraordinary.
So, this armor is also inherited from the Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect?
"Tianhuang war puppet?"
"Haha, long time no see, little one." The Yuanshe Immortal Lord wrapped in black armor spoke, his voice was hoarse and full of decay, as if coming from the abyss.
"Prehistoric Armor?" The God-Slaughter War Puppet seemed to finally remember the black armor opposite him, and shouted: "Boy Han, this is the Prehistoric Armor, the same level as the Prehistoric War Puppet!"
Is it the same level as the prehistoric war puppet who ran rampant in the calamity?
Han Muye was also stunned.
What kind of powerful existence is this?
Even the mighty Immortal Lord could not stop the attack of the Great Desolate War Puppet.
Then it's not difficult to kill the Immortal Lord with this armor.
"Haha, I still have memories from before the calamity. It's rare." A voice came from the black armor, illusory and ethereal.
"This boy has a good body, and your spirit is delicious."
"Submit to me."
The voice in the black armor was fervent, and the black shadow on it exploded, locking the body of Yuanshe Immortal Lord wrapped in it, and slowly turning it into a skeleton.
"Snapped……"
Continuous sounds of bone breaking were heard.
The body of the original Immortal Lord turned into pieces of broken bones.
If it were outside Tianyuan, the power of an Immortal Lord would never be so unbearable.
However, this is the Ten Thousand Flowers Heavenly Abyss, the place where all realms sink.
Once contaminated with the power of death, there is no way to save it.
Looking at the withered bones in front of him, Han Muye had a hint of enlightenment.
In practice, there really is no room for luck.
If Immortal Lord Yuanshe had not borrowed the power of this black armor, he would not have been in such a state of death.
"Be careful, the Primordial Armor is very strong." The voice of the God-Slaying War Puppet was solemn.
He stepped forward, a faint golden light bursting out from his body. A golden war gun fell into his hand.
This battle spear is a battle tool that matches the battle puppet. It is comparable to an immortal treasure and can hurt the immortal king.
"Roar--"
The black-armored shadow seemed to be angered by the response of the God-Slaughter War Puppet, and seemed to be the last obsession of the Yuan She Immortal Lord. He roared, and then pounced directly on the war puppet.
"when--"
The spear collided with a black war gun in Heijia's hand.
The sound of weapons clashing spread in all directions.
At this moment, the power of death and silence within thousands of miles was attracted and turned into a vortex.
Han Muye was not far away, with an extremely solemn expression on his face.
The power of this black armor is too strong.
In Tianyuan, this is his home court.
"Quickly go." The war puppet shouted in a low voice as he fought hard with the black-armored shadow.
The war puppets need to consume fairy spirit stones and divine crystals, and there are many reserves of these things.
But even though the God-Slaying War Puppet has grown up in Immortal Burial City for countless years, he is still at the Heavenly Level.
Facing the prehistoric armor, he couldn't stop it.
"boom--"
The black-armored shadow struck again, and the war puppet retreated again.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and whispered: "He is not that strong..."
Not as strong as imagined.
This armor is the Primordial Armor, which is supposed to crush the Tianhuang level battle puppet with one blow.
But at this time, although the God-Slaying War Puppet was suppressed, it did not collapse.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the black-armored shadow.
The black armor was broken, with a spear-penetrating scar on the chest, and the shoulder armor was also broken, it should have been smashed down with great force.
There are also various scars from sword punctures scattered on the armor.
However, all the injuries were on the chest and abdomen, but there was no injury on the back.
"kill--"
Sensing Han Muye's prying eyes, the black-armored phantom shouted and flew towards him.
Han Muye thrust out his sword and hit the black armor, but was not injured at all.
He moved, turned around, and crashed down onto the black mountains below.
It was a mountain with a faint illusory shadow.
There are countless such mountains at the bottom of the abyss.
Ruins world.
Han Muye's figure landed on the mountain and blended into it instantly.
The war puppet following him hesitated before stepping in.
"Snapped--"
The black-armored phantom punched down and hit the illusory black mountains, causing a shock.
The Ruin Realm is formed by the intertwining of the power of death and the other powers of calamity that have not disappeared, blended into the obsession of the powerful soul.
The power of the ruin world and the power of death are mutually exclusive and want to attract each other, but they have the same origin.
The black-armored shadow's blow hit the mountain and was immediately absorbed.
"The real body enters the Ruins Realm?"
The black-armored shadow whispered.
"Okay, then I will enter the Ruins Realm and kill you."
"Everything you have is mine."
He crashed into the Ruin Realm, leaving only a broken black armor that quietly blended into the mountains and disappeared.
When Han Muye landed in the Ruins Realm, he had already sensed the situation in the Ruins Realm.
The power of the Ruins Realm is almost exhausted. It is no longer possible to condense the Tian Yuan Pearl, and all kinds of resources are basically exhausted.
This place is only a few days away from Wanhua City. If it weren't for the lack of benefits, countless people would have come.
The power of heaven and earth in this ruin world can only last about three hundred times that of the outside world, and the place is smaller, only a million miles in radius.
This is much weaker than the Hulingxu Realm that lasted ten thousand years and thousands of miles of heaven and earth.
In this ruin world, the strongest power can only be the peak of the immortal?
Han Muye, who had entered the Ruins Realm, had a smile on his face.
This is easy to handle.
"Woo-"
The sound of a group of wild monkeys was heard. Han Muye looked around and his eyes fell on a small pale golden monkey.
When he stepped into this place just now, he deliberately followed the war puppet soul.
The soul of Zhan Puppet is the remnant of the original Wuzhiqi soul, and has its own consciousness.
At this time, his spirit transformed into a little golden monkey.
Han Muye smiled and stretched out his hand to attract the little monkey to his arm.
"The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, why not call it Huaguo Mountain?" He looked at the little monkey and said with a smile, "Then, what should you call it?"
"Sun, how about being fearless?"
Anyway, the little monkey can't speak, so if he says Sun Wuwei, just be Sun Wuwei.
In this ruin world, Han Muye led the little monkey around.
There are three dynasties in the Ruins Realm, and there are also several cultivating forces among them.
He joined the Tiantang Empire, first practiced in the arena, gained the title of Heavenly Sword, and then stepped into the court and became a worshiper of the Tiantang Kingdom.
In a period of time, the name of Lord Tianjian spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, and he was invincible among the Three Kingdoms.
A hundred years later, Lord Tianjian has stopped taking action, and his golden boy Sun Wuwei walks around the world with a sword.
Tiantang, Xuanqin, Mochu.
In the arena of the Three Kingdoms, Sun Wuwei fought with one man and one sword.
Fearless Sword Master.
This is the name that Sun Wuwei left behind over a hundred years.
A hundred years later, Sun Wuwei returned with a sword.
In the capital of Tiantang Kingdom, by the Xuanyuan Sword Pond, a young man in white robe stood with a sword on his back.
Beside him, there was a big man wearing black armor.
"Don't worry, Luo Kun, my master is actually very easy-going."
"After traveling for a hundred years, you and I are the only ones who have the same temper."
"I will introduce you to Master. In the future, your cultivation and combat power may surpass mine."
With a trace of relief on his face, the young man looked ahead at the three-story attic behind the sword pond.
Above the attic, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.
His eyes fell on the big man in black armor.
Honghuangjia.
Interesting now.
The God-Slaying War Puppet entered the Ruins Realm and lost his own memory because he was transformed into the remnant soul of Wuzhiqi.
Looking at it this way, the phantom in the prehistoric armor should also be the remnant soul of a certain powerful person?
"Wearing swords in the world, you are still a young man when you return, without fear. After a hundred years of practice, can you gain some enlightenment?"
Han Muye's figure moved and landed on the sword pool, hanging still in the air.
"I have some understanding." Sun Wuwei nodded.
"They're all too weak, it's really boring."
He looked at Han Muye and spoke seriously.
The big man in black armor beside him grinned.
"Okay, from today on, I will teach you the real art of cultivating immortals." Han Muye's words made Sun Wuwei and the black-armored man's eyes light up.
"You want to learn too?" Han Muye asked, looking at the big man in black armor.
The big man nodded excitedly.
Han Muye glanced at the two of them and said calmly: "Tell me, what do you want to learn?"
(End of chapter)
