What kind of sword is this?
The sword light seemed to have transcended time, piercing directly into his heart.
A fear came from outside his mind, but made his body tremble.
Under this sword, the soul will inevitably collapse!
Looking at the long sword thrust towards him in the image deep in his mind, Han Muye gritted his teeth and kept his eyes from turning away.
In his soul, all the sword skills in his memory flashed.
Yi Xuan's swordsmanship is unique.
The Five Mysterious Swordsmanship is at war with the city.
He wields a sword that is rampant in the mortal world and returns to his clan with ten thousand swords.
The sword of the soul.
Immortal swordsmanship.
Divine swordsmanship.
…
Thousands of sword skills gathered in front of his eyes, turning into a sword light that bucked the trend.
"when--"
The two long swords collided, and the sword light shone for thousands of miles!
The sword that rushed forward was not the sword that Han Muye had mastered in his swordsmanship, but the sword in the hands of a Taoist priest in his fifties who was wearing green robes, jade belts and jade-colored Taoist shoes.
That is, the rusty long sword that Han Muye is holding in his hand now.
It's just that the long sword in the picture in his mind is clear and dazzling, and every immortal pattern is clearly visible.
Two long swords were intertwined, and the swords in the hands of the two Taoists in green robes collided, causing the surrounding void and the earth to "crack".
This is because the sword is too powerful and has triggered a backlash from the forces of heaven and earth.
Han Muye focused all his attention on the swordsmanship of the two Taoists.
He has never seen such mysterious swordsmanship.
Every move is a test on the edge of collapse and backlash of the power of heaven and earth.
Killing is no longer the purpose of this swordsmanship.
"when--"
The two swords collided, and the two Taoists stepped away.
Where their swords collided, a green vortex rose.
"Oops, I didn't control my strength and caused a disaster in the void." The Taoist in green robes and crown opposite shook his head, raised his hand and waved, and a bunch of golden lotus petals scattered.
The fifty-year-old Taoist holding a long sword also raised his hand, and golden spiritual materials flew down from his palm.
"Golden Lotus of Ten Thousand Tribulations."
"Xantian Divine Iron."
Han Muye recognized these two treasures because he saw them from the memory of the ancient battle armor.
The Golden Lotus of Ten Thousand Tribulations is a divine object that has endured countless tribulations. It can be transformed into spiritual liquid from heaven and earth, which can nourish all things in the world. It is the best adhesive when refining elixirs, refining weapons, and practicing martial arts.
Xuantian Divine Iron is one of the strongest treasures in the world. The armor made of it can survive countless calamities.
For countless calamities, all the treasures of the powerful men who have been fighting endlessly have traces of the Xuantian Divine Iron.
The thing that Han Muye needs to repair the ancient armor in his hand is Xuantian Divine Iron.
It is unimaginable that such precious treasures, which are hard to find in the world, are falling like bricks and stones in the hands of two Taoists.
Throwing them away in piles made even wealthy guys like Han Muye jealous.
The key is that he doesn't have such treasures.
The Xuantian Divine Iron collided with the Ten Thousand Tribulations Golden Lotus, and then turned into a golden stream of light, melting into the cyan vortex.
Within a moment, the cyan vortex was eliminated.
"It can suppress any amount of calamity." Han Muye felt his whole body tremble.
In his understanding, shouldn't the power of Calamity be the strongest in the world, and no force can suppress it?
"Let's go, let's go. I'm afraid this place will become the origin of a calamity." The fifty-year-old Taoist muttered, raised the sword in his hand, took a look, and shook his head, "This sword is also useless, it's a pity."... .
With that said, he threw the long sword into the whirlpool where only the shadow was left, and flew away.
The Taoist in green robes and green crowns sighed, stretched out his hand and clicked a few golden runes to seal the calamity shadow in front of him, and then left.
The long sword that was sealed in the calamity was suspended in the air. After countless thousands of years, it finally vibrated after the calamity broke out and fell into the dark place.
The bottom of the abyss.
"The Red Flame Divine Sword, the sword of the Red Flame True God from the ancient times."
"This sword is based on the prehistoric red flame stone, mixed with Xuantian divine iron and the essence of all spirits, and refined using the method of Daotian Yuan Yuan."
"The sword is completed, and the seal is engraved with seventy-seven forty-nine true spirit patterns."
Han Muye whispered in his mouth, his eyes opened with endless brilliance.
True God.
True spirit.
This is a title only given to the strong in the prehistoric era.
These titles have long been lost in ancient inheritance.
"True Spirit Swordsmanship."
Standing up slowly, Han Muye held the hilt of the sword in his hand.
The swordsmanship performed by the Red Flame True God is the True Spirit Swordsmanship.
The swordsmanship practiced by Yueyang True God on the opposite side is also the True Spirit Swordsmanship.
True spiritual swordsmanship, bathed in fire.
True spirit swordsmanship, moonlight.
The aura on his body converged, leaving only a faint trace of the original aura emerging.
The sword in his hand was slowly handed out.
"Buzz——"
The void began to vibrate.
The shadow of a phoenix appeared.
True spirit swordsmanship condenses the true spirit of the ancient world, and with the power of the true spirit, it can break the world.
After extending the sword three inches, Han Muye took it back with a chuckle.
The shadow of the phoenix also dissipated.
He doesn't have the luxury of consuming his original power to practice swordsmanship.
True spirit swordsmanship can only be activated by the power of the original source!
Even the immortals in this world would not be willing to waste their essence like this, right?
The true spirit swordsmanship is probably beyond the level of Immortal Master, the level of cultivation in the ancient prehistoric era.
Looking down at the long sword in his palm, Han Muye raised his hand, and the Five Elements Furnace appeared.
"boom--"
The Xuantian Divine Fire rises below the Five Elements Furnace.
This Five Elements Furnace is not yet the five elements unity state of the Five Elements Furnace.
Within a moment, streaks of fiery red light lit up on the Five Elements Furnace.
Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.
Red flame sword.
The power in this sword has long since dissipated, and there is no possibility of it being condensed again.
Now the value of this sword is probably only smelting and extracting its materials.
I think that the strong man who got this sword had such thoughts before, but unfortunately, the refining methods in ancient times were different from this time.
If this sword were smelted according to this world's smelting method, it would only end up with a pile of scrap metal.
Raising his hand and throwing the long sword into the Five Elements Furnace, Han Muye's aura shook.
He stretched out his palm, and the original power surged in his palm, gathering at his fingertips.
"Buzz——"
His fingers traced in the void, and golden runes flashed out.
This is what he saw from the memory of the Scarlet Flame Sword before, the method of Daotian Yuan Yuan.
Using the True Spirit Talisman as a guide, the power of the runes in the Red Flame Sword is decomposed, traced back to its origin, and transformed into spiritual materials again.
This kind of technique can be used not only on the red flame sword in front of you, but also on the relics of ancient times.
As the true spirit talismans fell one after another, the swords in the Five Elements Furnace began to slowly melt. ….
As soon as the sword melted, a mighty force rose from the Five Elements Furnace.
The Five Elements Furnace was buzzing, seeming to be extremely happy.
Han Muye could feel that this was the desire and induction to be able to smelt extremely precious spiritual materials.
For the Five Elements Furnace, the higher the level of the refined treasure, the more powerful it can be.
Unfortunately, over the countless years in the Xuanjia Sect, the level of the treasures it refined was getting lower and lower, and the power of the Five Elements Furnace was also reduced to the extreme, and it no longer had the dignity of a treasure.
At this moment, the other four Five Elements Stoves in Han Muye's sacred treasure began to turbulence.
After thinking for a moment, Han Muye raised his hand, and four Five Elements Stoves flew out.
The four Five Elements furnaces vibrated and hit the furnace tripod in front.
The five elements are unified!
"Haha, I know there are good things."
"Good boy, the Soul Fusion Talisman, I haven't seen this thing for a long time."
"I'll step on the horse - don't, don't, I'll help you melt this sword, melt it."
Watching the Five Elements Furnace steadily smelting the sword, Han Muye scattered the golden runes in his hand.
No matter how nonsense this furnace is, he will definitely divide it back into pieces.
The last person who talked a lot was Taoist Dayan, but now that guy and Jiaolong Qingtong are somewhere in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, and they don't dare to come to see Han Muye at all.
With the help of the Five Elements Furnace, Han Muye felt much more relaxed.
You only need to replenish the original power from time to time to activate the Five Elements Furnace and quickly smelt the long sword in it.
Three days later, the Five Elements Stove rang.
Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and three light groups flew out.
The largest one was about the size of an egg, with a penetrating cyan silver light and a faint fiery red color flowing through it.
"Is this the Prehistoric Red Flame Stone?" Han Muye whispered as he held the warm oval stone.
"Of course, in the prehistoric era, this thing was the basic spiritual material for refining various weapons and treasures. It was not very precious in the prehistoric era. Now - hey, I won't say it anymore, don't -"
"Bang——" A Five Elements Furnace turned into five statues, and then was taken into the Divine Treasure by Han Muye.
The weapon spirit of the Five Elements Furnace was also suppressed.
The Prehistoric Red Flame Stone was not very precious in the Prehistoric Era, and many weapons and treasures used it as the basis for refining it.
Two other golden balls of light.
One is the Xuantian Divine Iron, the size of a dove egg, with a hazy halo of shadows, and the other is the essence of all spirits with the light of jade in the gold.
Han Muye shook his head with regret.
Too little.
These two treasures are extremely precious in today's era.
That red flame sword has been through too much time and has been worn out too much. After being smelted, this is all that remains.
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound, and the black armor on Han Muye appeared in front of him.
The front chest of the armor was severely damaged, with cracks appearing one after another, including a hole penetrating the chest.
When his eyes fell on the armor, Han Muye's eyes were filled with sparkle.
After understanding the method of Daotian Fusion and seeing the refining process of swords in ancient times, he became more confident in refining and repairing the prehistoric armor.
Especially those divine patterns on the ancient battle armor.
These are clearly the true spirit divine patterns!
At this time, Han Muye could see through the secrets of these divine patterns at a glance.
In his palm, the original power turned into golden divine patterns and pressed down towards the armor. ….
The armor vibrated, as if surprised, and then each scale made a pleasant sound.
On the armor, many originally broken divine patterns flashed with light, and they began to be slowly repaired.
In Han Muye's palm, the golden Xuantian Divine Iron turned into liquid and traveled along the divine lines.
After a while, the divine pattern was repaired in an area about the size of a palm, covering the largest wound on the armor's chest.
Han Muye raised his hand regretfully and put away the original power in his palm.
There is too little Xuantian Divine Iron, so this can only be done.
"boom--"
The re-patched armor covered his body, and a flush flashed across his face.
This is because the power is too strong, beyond the limit of what he can bear, and he is not used to it just now.
"This power..."
Han Muye closed his eyes and whispered.
If the previously unpatched armor could only exert one ten thousandth of the power it had in its heyday, at this time, it had already improved a lot.
It can exert about one-nine thousandth of the power of the ancient war armor in its heyday.
With such an improvement, the combat power that can be exerted is unimaginable.
Gently clenching his fist, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.
He was certain that as long as Immortal Lord Chen Yuan did not return, he could sweep through the entire Wanhua City.
The battle armor turned into a gray and black robe again, covering Han Muye's aura.
He thought about it and felt a little painful.
From the loss of his previous comprehension of the True Spirit Sword Technique to the later smelting of the Red Flame Sword, the original powers in his hands were much reduced.
Origin, this is the basis for fighting against the strong.
No matter the Immortal Lord or the Immortal Lord, what they value is the origin.
"It seems that we have to find more sources." Whispering softly, Han Muye left the seclusion and walked out of the quiet room.
The God-Slaying War Puppet standing at the door turned his head and was slightly startled when he saw him.
"I can feel that your power, no, it is the power of the ancient battle armor, which has been repaired a lot."
After all, it was the Tianhuang War Puppet who was so sensitive to the power of the Primordial War Armor.
Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand, and a stone as big as an egg fell down.
The God-Slaughter War Puppet stretched out his hand to catch it, and there was a slight change on his expressionless face.
"Red Flame Stone?"
He pressed this piece of red flame stone to his chest without any courtesy, and the voice of the God-Slaying War Puppet was filled with the harsh sound of gold and iron.
"If this thing weighs three thousand kilograms for me, and my strength can be improved a bit, I can defeat the Immortal Lord by then."
Three thousand pounds?
Han Muye turned around and left.
He only had a few taels in hand.
This is a treasure left over from the prehistoric era. Should it be regarded as Chinese cabbage?
Seeing Han Muye turn around and walk away, the God-Slaughter War Puppet spread his hands.
There was a pale golden light flashing on his body.
Han Muye found Mu Wan who was refining elixirs with Yun Jin and handed her the essence of all spirits in his hand.
This thing in Mu Wan's hands can help her refine elixirs that she couldn't refine before, and it has a huge effect.
Unfortunately, treasures like the Red Flame Sword are not common.
In the following days, none of the swords sent by Bai Suzhen contained such precious spiritual materials.
Five days later, Zhao Chen reported that a guest was visiting.
Two immortal kings.
One is the owner of Tianye Tower, Yehua Immortal Lord, and the other is Shangguan Pu, the elder of the Red Flame Sword Sect.
The two of them didn't come by appointment, but they both came to visit Han Muye. ….
On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, in a quiet room, Han Muye sat across from the two Immortal Lords.
In the last war, although Tianye Tower was not involved, it was still implicated.
As for the Scarlet Flame Sword Sect, they took action directly.
These three parties are now considered allies.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, my sect leader has sent a message to us to obey your arrangements." Looking at Immortal Yehua who was sitting beside him, Shangguan Pu spoke directly.
The leader of the Red Flame Sword Sect, Yang Dingtian, was driven out of Wanhua City, but he was able to escape safely under the siege of six immortal kings, and his combat power was astonishing.
The Scarlet Flame Sword Sect is in the city, and no force dares to offend him.
If you dare to touch the Scarlet Flame Sword Sect, you will never leave Wanhua City again.
Otherwise, Yang Dingtian will kill you.
There are no disciples of the Immortal Lord, and those who are in charge of Wanhua City are turning a blind eye to the Scarlet Flame Sword Sect?
Han Muye nodded and turned to look at Immortal Lord Yehua.
Immortal Lord Yehua cupped his hands and said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Han, I and my senior brother will remember the kindness of Jiange in protecting my Tianye Tower last time."
If Mu Wan hadn't stopped them last time, Jin Yuntian and the others would have sent people to Tianye Tower to kill Su Zhe and others.
If Jin Yuntian and the others were really allowed to kill Zuo Yan, Su Zhe and others, Tianye Tower would not be able to survive on the third floor of Wanhua City.
Looking at Han Muye, Immortal Lord Yehua said, "My senior brother asked me to send this thing. Maybe Fellow Daoist Han can use it."
In his palm is a jade slip.
Han Muye took it, his spiritual thoughts swept over it, and his expression changed.
"Is this what Immortal Tianyun has experienced in the various worlds?"
This is a rare treasure.
Moreover, there are actually various experiences in the Great Wasteland Ruins Realm.
This thing is in Han Muye
The value in hand is higher than a fairy treasure.
"Fellow Daoist Han, my senior brother asked me to tell you that if you, Daoist Han, go to several places in Tianyuan Jedi, I hope you can accompany me."
Immortal Lord Yehua said.
Han Muye held the jade slip with a trace of thought on his face.
He had met Immortal Lord Tianyun before when he was on the third floor of Wanhua City.
He understood that what Immortal Lord Tianyun valued was his luck.
For this kind of treasure hunting in the ruins world, each piece requires the support of luck.
Otherwise, the treasure may be missed even if it is right under your feet.
"good."
Han Muye raised his head and looked at Immortal Yehua and Shangguan Pu, and said in a deep voice, "We will set off in one month."
He didn't say where he was going or what he needed to prepare.
But the two people in front of them both understood that what Han Muye was going to was the Tianyuan Jedi Land, the ancient ruin realms in Tianyuan.
Shangguan Pu nodded, stood up and left.
Yang Dingtian had given instructions and he knew what he was going to do.
Immortal Lord Yehua also stood up and left.
When Han Muye walked downstairs, he saw Zhao Chen and the others were there.
"Zhao Chen, I'll give you a task."
Han Muye looked at Zhao Chen.
The task is very simple. Within a month, do your best to collect the Tianyuan Pearl and various Ruins Realm treasures.
A month later, they will leave Wanhua City quietly.
From now on, even if I come back, I'm afraid it will be a chaotic battle.
After all, it is impossible to obtain the Heavenly Measurement Ruler hidden on the fifth floor of Wanhua City easily.
shopping?
Looking at the storage bags and jade boxes that Han Muye took out, Zhao Chen's eyes sparkled. ….
Doing business was his favorite thing.
Zhao Chen brought a large amount of immortal spirit stones and divine crystals to scan the goods, while Huang Zhihu and Jin Huo selected sword cultivators who could leave with them.
Although Huang Zhihu and Yun Dang had gathered hundreds of thousands of immortal cultivators, not all of them were truly loyal and willing to leave Wanhua City with them.
In one month, the number of sword cultivators who finally left was no more than 100,000.
The remaining people just want to stay in Wanhua City.
Most of these people have been here all their lives and have never seen the vastness of the outside world of cultivation, nor do they want to see it.
It is not a secret that the master of the sword pavilion used a huge amount of divine crystals and fairy spirit stones to purchase the Abyss Pearl and various treasures in the Abyss.
There are often forces in Wanhua City that are preparing to leave, and they will collect treasures and leave.
Zhao Chen worked hard and brought back 300,000 Tianyuan Pearls and tens of thousands of other treasures containing the power of death and origin.
Mu Wan and Yun Jin refined enough elixirs to ensure that one hundred thousand sword cultivators could stay in Tianyuan.
As for Han Muye, he got some memories about the Great Wilderness Realm from a few weapons.
Combined with the jade slip messages from Tianyun Immortal Lord Tianye Tower, he gained a better understanding of the Great Wilderness Ruins world.
"Buzz——"
The void shook, and flying boats rushed out of Wanhua City.
Sword Pavilion, Scarlet Flame Sword Sect, and Tianye Tower following closely behind.
The three forces, a total of three hundred flying boats of various colors, covered the sky and the sun.
Watching the Xiu Feizhou leave, many people in Wanhua City had complicated expressions.
"Senior brother, the master of the sword pavilion is Yunlan Sword Immortal, a new and powerful sword cultivator who is well-known in the world." Standing behind Zhu Huan on a high tower on the fourth floor, Immortal Sheng Yao spoke in a low voice.
He was a sword cultivator, and towards Han Muye, who was also a sword cultivator, he unconsciously felt the desire to fight in his heart.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan." Immortal Lord Zhu Huan's eyes flashed, he turned his head and looked into the distance, and said calmly: "What is Wu Twelve doing now?"
"He?" Immortal Lord Sheng Yao shook his head and said disdainfully: "He is just trying to win over all parties in the city."
"As a disciple of the Immortal Lord, a strong Immortal Lord, I don't care about my master's face at all."
Immortal Lord Zhu Huan did not speak again, but the divine light in his eyes became deeper.
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Three hundred flying boats traveled hundreds of millions of miles and took two months to stop in the depths of the abyss.
This place is already the deepest place at the bottom of the abyss, and gray and black mountains can be seen everywhere.
These mountains are all ruins.
Like a tomb.
A world tomb.
The power of death collided, and golden light shone outside every flying boat.
If it weren't for the three hundred flying boats connected together and pulled by the formation, they would never be able to stop the erosion of the deathly power in the void.
Many people's faces turned pale when they looked at the dead power outside the light barrier.
They might not be able to sustain such a strong force of death for even a quarter of an hour.
Fortunately, Jiange distributed a lot of elixirs to resist the power of death, as well as many treasures for them to protect themselves.
The people from the Scarlet Flame Sword Sect and Tianye Tower had already made preparations.
"arrive."
In the void ahead, Immortal Lord Tianyun of Tianye Tower spoke.
In front of the flying boat, there are towering mountains.
These mountains are vaster than anything seen before.
"This is the Great Wasteland Ruins Realm."….
"It is said that after passing through here, there is the Ruins Realm ahead."
After pointing to the mountains, Immortal Lord Tianyun whispered: "It's just that the power of death there is close to calamity, and even the Immortal Lord can't stop it."
"Perhaps the Immortal Lord can detect what's over there."
The power of death that even the Immortal Lord cannot resist.
Han Muye looked forward, suppressing the curiosity in his heart.
Don't be curious about a place like this.
"Let's set out and enter the Ruins Realm. Remember this mark." Han Muye's voice sounded.
In mid-air, a golden sword appeared, its halo shining.
One after another, illusory streams of light scattered and were held by every immortal cultivator.
This stream of light condensed in their palms and turned into a faint golden sword trace.
In the Great Wilderness Realm, this shadow is used as a mark and a means for everyone to identify each other.
One after another, the flying boats stopped in the void, and except for the immortal cultivators who stayed behind to guard the flying boats, everyone else flew down.
On their bodies, golden light flashed.
This is the halo inspired by the collision of the power of treasures and elixirs inspired by the power to resist death and silence and the power of death.
This power was depleted so quickly that everyone on the flying boat was stunned.
I thought I could resist for a quarter of an hour, but I thought too much.
The power of death here is not something that can be obtained by the Golden Immortal.
Han Muye looked at Mu Wan and Yun Jin beside them.
"A powerful ruin realm like the Great Wilderness Realm cannot be entered with the spirit clone. It can only be sneaked in with the real body, so be more careful."
"We enter it, use the power of our respective bloodlines to integrate into the ethnic group, and then look for opportunities to get together."
Spreading his palms, a small golden sword flashed in his palms.
Mu Wan and Yun Jin also spread their hands and nodded lightly.
In their hands, the sword light shines equally.
Behind them, Huang Zhihu, Jin Huo, Xiang Lingshuang, Lu Gao and the others all had golden light flashing in their hands.
"Senior Brother Han, take care." Lin Shen cupped his hands and shouted, then flew down.
The others also smiled and held their hands, flying down.
They are all entering the Ruin Realm in their true form, and their life and death are unpredictable.
"Senior brother, we are going too." Mu Wan and Yun Jin jumped down holding hands.
Watching them fly down, Han Muye quietly raised his hand, and the God-Slaying War Puppet turned into a piece of black scales and fell directly.
With the God of Slaughter and the puppets around, they can definitely be protected.
Han Muye, who no longer had any worries, took a deep breath and looked at the mountains below.
Taking one step forward, wind and thunder surged.
Landing on the mountains, the scene in front of Han Muye changed.
Shadows appeared in front of him.
Overlord.
Kui Niu.
Dragon crocodile.
Human race.
Four figures rushed towards him.
Which one should you choose to integrate into the Great Wilderness World?
Narrowing his eyes, Han Muye spread his hands.
In the palm of his hand, a golden blazing flame shone.
"boom--"
His figure disappeared from where it was.
The four phantoms were stunned for a moment and then slowly dispersed.
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