Dragon Crocodile's physical strength is at the level of a prehistoric overlord.
Even if only one-third of the body is left to suppress it, it is an existence that even the Immortal Lord dare not face directly.
Who would have thought that Han Muye, who had not even reached the level of Immortal Master, would dare to directly swallow the body of a refined dragon crocodile.
The killing sword flew up, and the sword light enveloped Han Muye's body.
For so many years, the Killing Sword has been here, and the evil spirit in it has become integrated with the dragon crocodile's body.
No one could have imagined that instead of slowly refining the dragon crocodile's body with his killing sword and spending countless years to combine, Han Muye had already had the intention to directly refine and devour it.
It wasn't that Han Muye was too ambitious, but that he knew that Dragon Crocodile's soul, Tongtian Immortal Lord, could not be so kind.
Tongtian Immortal Lord actually knew that no one in the world could refine the dragon crocodile body, so he deliberately left it here.
Tongtian Immortal Lord wanted Han Muye to use all his strength to help him warm up his body.
If Han Muye didn't refine this dragon-crocodile body, he would eventually make wedding clothes for others.
"boom--"
Behind Han Muye, a bloody beam of light rose into the sky.
This surge of power made his body seem to be torn apart.
But he just gritted his teeth and rushed all his blood power towards the dragon crocodile's body that seemed to be slowly waking up.
Looking up at the dark blood-colored sky, he raised his hand.
Han Muye didn't recognize this formation that sealed the body of the blood crocodile.
But Zhang Lingyu, who came out of the Galaxy Universe, knew him.
Not only do they know each other, Zhang Lingyu has also done special research on these large formations that block towns.
These studies are now in the hands of Han Muye.
"Feng, Tian, Jue, Earth——"
Word by word, Han Muye let out something like a roar.
As his words fell, blood shone in the void.
The entire blood-dropping cliff formation turned into a bloody battle armor, which was wrapped around Han Muye's body.
Use the formation as your armor!
The blood armor came to him, and the power of the dragon crocodile that was originally churning was restrained.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a torrent of blood beads poured into his body.
These blood beads will become the source of blood armor.
The millions of blood beads in his hand are enough.
The large formation at Dripping Blood Cliff disappeared, and the immortal cultivators sitting on Dripping Blood Cliff stood up in confusion one by one.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
Murong Zhuo and others looked at Han Muye and bowed quickly.
"You are free."
Han Muye, wearing blood armor, appeared above the Dripping Blood Cliff. He glanced over and spoke softly.
become free……
The immortal cultivators who had been stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff for who knows how many years were at a loss for a moment.
Han Muye did not stay long on the Dripping Blood Cliff. After meeting with several immortal kings, he flew away.
He is currently refining the power of the Dragon Crocodile and merging his three soul swords, and still needs the last bit of help.
Tianyao Gate.
As a sect with the inheritance of the demon clan in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, Tianyao Sect has its own heritage.
In the secret place of Tianyaomen, there is an ancestor Kui Niu who has been stationed since the prehistoric era.
It's just that this person's soul seems to have died, leaving only his physical body.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, my Tianyao Sect's secret place couldn't be opened last time. Do you have other methods this time?" Han Muye was greeted by Tianyao Sect's master, Xue Xianjun.
Snow-Binding Immortal Lord, who was dressed in white robes, looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.
The last time Han Muye came to the Tianyao Sect Secret Land, he finally left because he could not break through the secret land's barrier.
Although Immortal Lord Xue Bing promised to let Han Muye enter the secret place once, Han Muye's own inability to enter was his own business.
"I was lucky enough to find a treasure, let's try it." Han Muye nodded and said.
He naturally knew that Tianyao Sect was very reluctant to let him enter the secret place.
But this was an agreement made a long time ago. Han Muye resisted the army of the gods, and the Tianyao Sect allowed him to enter the secret realm once.
A smile appeared on Xue Xue Xianjun's face and he led him to the secret place before teleportation.
"Buzz——"
A fairy light flashed, and in front of Han Muye was an illusory world.
"Primordial Fragments!" In his ears, the golden bird's low cry came.
Of course Han Muye knew that these were ancient fragments.
He stretched out his hand, and a golden fairy light flashed in his palm, wrapping the long jade ruler.
Measuring ruler.
Raising his hand, the long ruler fell directly towards the illusory world in front of him.
"Peng!"
The cyan halo penetrated the barrier in front of him, and he gently tore open a piece of paper.
This is the power of rules.
The ruler with the power of rules gives its owner the power to break through the space between heaven and earth.
"boom--"
A feeling of confusion came to my face.
Standing behind the teleportation array, Immortal Lord Xue Bing had a complicated look on his face. He watched Han Muye step into the secret realm, and the light curtain closed again.
"After all, he is the one who is cared about by heaven and earth..."
Xue Xue Xianjun smiled bitterly and shook his head.
No way, some people can always do things that others can't.
After entering this secret place once, Tianyao Sect and others would have to wait hundreds of thousands of years to enter again.
Stepping into the secret realm, Han Muye's eyes fell on the long-horned green bull that looked like mountains in front of him.
The green ox lies down like the mountains thousands of miles away.
"Kui Niu..." The golden bird spread its wings and golden light flashed in its eyes.
"Haha, finally an old friend from ancient times is here." A chuckle came, and a white-bearded Taoist wearing a green robe with a wooden branch in his bun appeared in front of Han Muye.
"It turns out to be Haotian." The old man bowed slightly towards the golden bird.
"It's really rare to see the Kuiniu clan again now." The golden bird nodded and flapped its wings.
Sentiment flashed across the old man's face, and he turned to look at Han Muye.
Behind Han Muye, the shadow of Kui Niu appeared.
Looking at this shadow, the old man's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia.
"I thought the Kuiniu clan had no more inheritance..."
…
The old man's name is Kui Chi, and he is a surviving Kui cow from ancient times.
It was after a battle with a powerful person from outside the world that his soul almost dissipated, and he fell asleep with the help of this ancient fragment.
What appeared in front of Han Muye and Jin Wu now was nothing more than the remnants of his soul that had been condensed for countless years.
It is impossible for his body to wake up again.
"Have you been to the Great Wilderness?"
"Kunwu?"
"Honghuang is really gone..."
Although Kui Chi probably knew about this world due to the narration from the Tianyao Clan, the people from the Tianyao Clan didn’t know about Dahuang or Kunwu at all.
Han Muye went to Dahuang and took charge of Kunwu.
Haotian Jinwudu chose to follow.
Dahuang cultivates the true spirit of Yuanling. Although Kunwu is the final destination of the world's mythical beasts, it is also a place of conquest.
Han Muye's words made Kui Chi's face show infinite emotion.
He has been sleeping since the prehistoric times and knows nothing about the world after the prehistoric times.
Ruins world.
Great wilderness.
Kunwu.
There was a hint of desire in his eyes.
That is also his home.
"Actually, there is still a vast wilderness in the Zhou Tian Divine Realm."
"In other words, they are fragments of the ancient world."
Kui Chi looked at Jinniao and Han Muye with a solemn look on his face.
And prehistoric?
Han Muye and Jinniao both looked curious.
"Zhou Tian Cage, or Zhou Tian Battlefield."
"There are countless ancient fragments there."
"The power there is close to its most primitive, and it is where all the strong men remain."
Kui Chi looked around and said softly: "As you can see, prehistoric times cannot be measured."
The prehistoric fragments have endured tribulations without being destroyed.
This is also the reason why Kui Chi can survive until now in a sleeping body.
Otherwise, he would have been destroyed in countless kalpas.
"So, there are countless ancient powerful men in the Zhoutian battlefield?"
Han Muye frowned.
Is there really such a place where these strong men can escape calamity?
Then, why does the God Realm still promote calamity?
"Calamity is when the endless power in the world is out of order, and the world has to be restarted."
"If there really is a place like Zhoutian Battlefield, it would indeed be possible for those strong men to escape."
"However, I'm afraid they are not just avoiding calamity."
There was a hint of indifference and disdain in Jinniao's voice.
Not only to avoid calamity, but also to stimulate calamity.
"Use the power of the fallen creatures of all worlds as the foundation for your own cultivation."
"It's true that everything is a stupid dog..."
Kui Chi sighed softly.
All dogs!
Han Muye whispered softly.
In the world of cultivation, all living things should have their own attachments.
Even if the path of spiritual practice is cut off, we should run with all our strength for that glimmer of hope.
However, if everything is already destined, and everything you work hard for is actually set by others and will eventually come to nothing, then what’s the point of practicing?
"Are those powerful immortals willing?"
Are you willing?
Cultivation to the realm of immortals and becoming the pinnacle existence in the world, but in the end everything will become the treasure of others.
Who is willing?
"Haha, that's why it's called Zhoutian Battlefield."
"If countless immortals hadn't died, how could it be called the Zhoutian battlefield?"
Kui Chi laughed.
Of course Han Muye wouldn't have known about such a secret if Kui Chi hadn't mentioned it.
I originally thought that by controlling Kunwu and starting the calamity, I would be shouldering endless responsibilities, leading countless creatures to run for their lives in the calamity.
It turns out that in the eyes of the great powers on Zhoutian battlefield, I am just a clown who promotes calamities and harvests resources for them.
At the beginning, Wuzhiqi said he wanted to break the world and left with determination. Was he going to the battlefield of Zhoutian?
Since Wuzhiqi has not yet regained his full strength in practice, the only outcome for entering the Zhoutian battlefield is to die violently.
After all, there are people who despise life and death and just want freedom and not be enslaved.
There was a glimmer of light in Han Muye's eyes.
"Little guy, you can take my body."
"You can also refine this ancient wasteland."
Kui Chi looked at Han Muye and said softly: "As long as you step into the wilderness, take me with you."
At first, someone told me the same thing.
Opening his palm, a blue sheep's horn appeared in Han Muye's hand.
"Buzz——"
A figure wearing a green robe appeared among the sheep's horns.
"Sheep?"
Kui Chi was slightly startled.
"A guy who wants money." Golden Bird also whispered.
"Haha, it turns out to be Kui Niu and Golden Crow." The old man in green robe bowed.
This is the horn that Han Muye got when he conquered Wuyang Pavilion in the Immortal World.
Among them resides the ancient mythical beast Sheep.
The biggest characteristic of the Sheep is that it can gather wealth and is extremely sensitive to gold and iron in the world.
"Is this the prehistoric era?"
She Yang looked around, with a hint of disappointment on his face.
"Just fragments of ancient times."
Unlike the Golden Crow and Kui Niu, which still have their bodies, the Sheep only has this remnant soul left.
He didn't stay long and simply told what happened to him.
He was refined in the Wuyang Cauldron several kalpas ago.
Using the Five-Yang Cauldron to gather wealth is the idea of a refining person.
"Be careful of people in the God Realm."
"Behind them, there are many unimaginably strong people."
Sheyang, who fell asleep again, looked at Han Muye, said these words, and then his body disappeared.
Behind the God Realm, there are powerful men who have surpassed the Immortal Realm.
Therefore, one must be careful when connecting to the Celestial Immortal Lord.
Although the mythical beasts in the wilderness didn't know who was hiding behind them, they sensed it and did not dare to leave the Ruin Realm.
Similarly, those ruin realms are the obsessions of many strong people.
They eventually fell in the calamity, but they were not reconciled.
What if we could induce these ruin realms to reappear and fight against the strong men in the Zhoutian battlefield?
This is just Han Mu's ambition.
With Kui Chi's support, Han Muye began to refine this ancient land and Kui Niu's body.
The ancient battle armor emerged, and the golden light on it enveloped the ruins of the ancient world and Kui Niu's body.
Finally, when the heaven and earth and Kui Niu's body disappeared, a phantom of Kui Niu appeared on the battle armor.
At this time, the ancient battle armor was not only fully restored, but also even more powerful.
According to what Jinniao said, this type of armor was of a high level even in the hands of those strong men who attacked the ancient world.
Many of the mythical beasts they captured were for the purpose of refining them into battle armor and battle puppets.
"boom--"
The armor covered his body, and the black armor and stomach enveloped Han Muye's whole body.
Behind the back, the sword box was buckled on the armor, leaving only a hole for the sword.
A bloody stream of light flows on the armor.
This is the great formation power of Dripping Blood Cliff, possessing endless binding power.
Because at this time, Han Muye still had dragon crocodile power surging within his body.
Dark thunder and lightning crisscrossed Han Muye's body, shattering the dragon crocodile's physical power, and then turned it into Han Muye's own power.
Unknowingly, the dragon crocodile's power had been integrated with Han Muye's power under the constraints of the Kui Niu armor.
This is billions of times faster than slowly refining.
At this time, Han Muye's physical strength was finally stable.
It has surpassed the physical bodies of most divine beasts in the prehistoric times!
With his physical strength alone, Han Muye can fight against the Immortal Lord alone!
"Buzz——"
As this piece of heaven and earth disappeared, the teleportation formation also dissipated.
Han Muye's figure appeared in front of Xue Xuexian.
Immortal Lord Bing Xue looked at the illusory world that was slowly disappearing, with disappointment flashing across his face.
"Senior Kui Chi asked me to give this to you."
Han Muye raised his hand, and in his palm was a ball of golden thunder light.
This is the power of Kui Niu's supernatural power.
Different from the condensed Sky Thunder Beads that Kui Chi gave to Tianyao Sect before, these can be refined into their own magical powers.
With this ball of thunder light, Tianyao Sect can produce at least ten immortal cultivators who can control the thunder.
This can be regarded as Kui Niu's reward for Tianyao Sect's support for countless years.
Because the cultivators of Tianyao Clan have been contaminated by the power of Kui Niu, their own bloodline has been slightly assimilated, and they can be regarded as Kui Chi's clansmen.
After leaving Tianyaomen, Han Muye did not return to Burial Immortal City.
The elite gathering of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm that takes place once every three hundred years has begun.
This elite meeting will select a hundred elites from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm to participate in the heyday meeting.
The Summit of All Realms is a process used by the God Realm to select strong people to enter the Zhoutian God Realm, and at the same time give them the opportunity to become immortals.
The Zhoutian Divine Realm controls the rules of all realms. If you want to get the chance to step into the Immortal Realm, you must be recognized by the Divine Realm.
Shenyuan Heavenly Palace is known as the source of the Immortal Lords of all realms. The Immortal Lord Realm needs to be trained by the rules in Shenyuan Heavenly Palace before it can step into the Heavenly Lord realm.
This is the limit of the rules in this calamity, and no one can be an exception.
Unless he does not become an immortal in this calamity.
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Tonghe fairy world.
This side of the Immortal World had already fallen under the siege of the armies of the God Realm.
Later, Immortal Burial City gathered the forces of all parties to kill the powerful men of the God Realm, and shattered the altars and formations of the Gods.
But this world is now broken, and it can no longer become a true immortal world.
Many years ago, this place became a training paradise for the descendants of Fuyuxianjie.
There are many treasures left behind by Tonghe Immortal Realm, and many gods come to attack and kill them.
In these ruins, you may soar into the sky, or you may fall silently and anonymously.
The elite selection of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm is held in Tonghe Immortal Realm.
Several powerful Immortal Lords are sitting here, and all the powerful descendants of the major sects who have practiced for a hundred thousand years are fighting here.
In the past three years, dozens of strong juniors have emerged.
Sword Sect's Shu Ming Sword Immortal did his part and became the number one sword cultivator.
Luo Zhentian, the half-step immortal king of the Blood War Sect.
Taoist Hongmu, a rising star in the Taoist sect, is not far from the realm of the Immortal Lord.
There are also Tianyao Sect and Iron Armored War Sect, all of which have strong juniors who have become the best.
“In the end, Immortal Burial City’s foundation is still poor.”
A powerful Immortal Lord who suppressed all parties looked at the elite disciples fighting everywhere and said softly.
Several others nodded.
No one from Burial Immortal City participated in the elite meeting this time.
Yunlan Sword Immortal has signed up, but this person has not arrived yet.
No one cares either.
"boom--"
The sound of roaring and exploding in front resounded, and several disciples were finally shot away by a tall and powerful man holding a bloody war gun.
"The Bloody Battle Sect, Chu Kuangyu has become the ninety-ninth elite disciple."
"This elite selection ends here."
The sound echoed in the void.
it's over?
Didn’t you say one hundred people?
What about the last spot?
Many strong people who had been conserving their strength and waiting to compete for the last spot were stunned.
The ninety-nine selected elites looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on Shu Ming Jinxian.
At this time, Shu Ming Jinxian looked indifferent, looked up with a smile and said: "That spot is reserved for Yunlan Sword Immortal."
Yunlan Sword Immortal!
Among the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, if we talk about legendary figures, this one is the most deserving of the title.
A few hundred years passed quickly, and from an unknown disciple of the Sword Sect, he became a being who was rampant throughout the Rain-Raining Immortal World.
In just over a hundred years, he has completed the practice that others could not accomplish in a hundred thousand years.
If it's just an improvement in cultivation and unrivaled combat power, that's it. The most important thing is the power and wealth that this person controls.
That’s so jealous that you don’t even dare!
Who dares to imagine that Immortal Burial City, which suppresses one side, and Yunlan City, which is the richest in the world, are both in this person's hands?
Yunlan City, where hundreds of millions of immortal cultivators gathered in the wasteland, was built step by step by the efforts of Yunlan Sword Immortal.
The elites here watched this city grow from scratch, slowly rise in the wasteland, and rise in the rain-covering fairyland.
Who would have thought that Yunlan City would become the richest city in the Rain-Flowing Immortal Realm?
I don’t know how many people regretted it.
If he was the one who stepped into the wasteland back then, he might be the richest person in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm now, right?
Whether it was the ninety-nine elites who stood out or the tens of thousands of powerful juniors who failed in the competition, everyone had the opportunity to build a city in the wasteland.
It was unimaginable for any of them that an unknown descendant like Han Muye would become the owner of the largest city in the wasteland.
"boom--"
There was a roar in the void.
A stream of light that tore apart the heaven and earth flew from a distance.
The sky was filled with light, and the heaven and earth shook, as if they were overwhelmed.
The five guarding Immortal Lords stood up with solemn expressions.
Such power, at least the Immortal Lord!
This is a powerful Immortal Lord, stronger than any of them!
"A meeting of the elites of the Rain-Raining Immortal Realm. Any intruders will be regarded as a provocation to our Rain-Raining Immortal Realm!" The white-haired Taoist in the lead shouted, and the fairy light on his body turned into a golden beam of light.
The other four powerful Immortal Lords also had their immortal light condensed into a thread.
Sword Immortal Shu Ming looked solemn and took one step forward.
On him, the fairy light belonging to the Immortal King Realm shines.
Immortal Lord!
The other three elite disciples also moved, showing their Immortal Lord Realm cultivation.
Four Immortal Lords!
There are actually four Immortal Lords among the elite disciples.
There are actually four Immortal Lords in this elite meeting. Are they trying to attack the most prosperous meeting?
The elite juniors around were in an uproar.
"boom--"
The stream of light above the sky paused for a moment, then suddenly accelerated.
This great speed stirred up the power of heaven and earth, and the strong wind roared into thunder.
"Get out of the way!"
The old man who presided over the elite meeting gave a low shout, raised a jade handle in his hand, and the immortal light condensed into a palm that supported the sky.
Immortal light also gathered on the bodies of several other people, and they collided with the roaring stream of light.
"Peng——"
The palm holding the sky was smashed into pieces as soon as it was taken out.
The stream of light did not stop at all, rushing away from all the fairy light attacks and falling straight below.
The five Immortal Lords turned pale and their eyes widened.
Together they can't hurt each other at all!
The powerful Immortal Lord among the four elite disciples looked at each other, with the immortal light mingling on their bodies, preparing for a decisive battle.
"good."
At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.
The stream of light exploded, and Han Muye, wearing a blue robe and carrying a sword box on his back, appeared in mid-air.
His ancient battle armor turned into pale black scales, clinging to the front, chest and back of his robe, like a protective half-armor.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"
Sword Immortal Shu Ming widened his eyes and shouted loudly.
He knew that Han Muye was very powerful.
But how long had it been before Han Muye's combat power had become so strong that none of them could do anything together?
This is the cooperation of nine immortal kings!
"Haha, it turns out to be Yunlan." The old man holding Ruyi in the first place breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said with a smile, "I thought some powerful person came to ruin my great event in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm."
Several other Immortal Lords also had relaxed expressions on their faces.
Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance.
"Seniors, you have a good idea."
"Someone really wants to ruin my elite selection meeting in the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm."
What's the meaning?
Everyone was stunned.
"boom--"
A crack opened in the sky.
A 100-foot flying boat rushed into Tonghe Immortal Realm.
Now anyone can enter the Tonghe Immortal Realm, which is the ruins of hundreds of battles.
"People from the Fuyu Immortal Realm, haha, you are the only shortcomings of the Luyang Immortal Dynasty in the Zhaoyang Immortal Realm!"
There was a chuckle from the flying boat, and a big man in golden armor pointed his sword downward.
Figures of strong men appeared one after another, flying down and surrounding everyone in the entire elite selection place.
"Let me, General, see how capable the younger elites of the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm are."
