People from the plane of heaven.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the figure walking out of the Tianmen.
The origin is complete.
It is not the perfection of the Great Way that practitioners in this universe have been striving for all their lives, but the perfection of the original source when they were born.
This is the benefit of the upper planes.
What is ordinary in some people is the end that others seek in this life.
A lifelong pursuit of a practitioner in this dimension, reaching the pinnacle level, is just a matter of attaining perfection.
"Haha, the road is perfect..." Nie Long also cast his gaze on that figure, with a trace of disappointment on his face.
"From the ancient times to the level of overlord, I have gone through a total of 3,120 transformations, and experienced countless devouring and fighting."
"It took me fifty million years to cultivate my original power to a perfect level."
Nielong was the overlord of the prehistoric era. He had gone through endless hardships to achieve his current level of fighting power.
But in the entire plane and the universe, how many overlord-level experts are there?
"Don't be jealous that I, the Cangtian Plane, was born with perfect origins. The Cangtian Plane was also the same as your incomplete planes at the beginning. It was the ancestors who fought hard and fought hard for generations to become what we are today."
The young man outside the Tianmen seemed to have heard the evil dragon's whisper, with a bit of a smile on his face: "Why can your one practice be worth the hardships of my ancestors in the Celestial Plane?"
After saying this, the young man shook his head and raised his hand to collect the falling dzi beads.
A powerful man in this plane was killed by the Tianmen guards and turned into a Dzi Bead.
The quality of these Dzi beads are basically of the first grade, and they are also top-notch treasures in the plane of heaven.
It's just that the gate of heaven is not always open, and there are rare times of great harvest.
The smile on the young man's face became even bigger. He reached out his hand and grabbed the hundred super-first-grade Dzi beads that came to him.
Although the duty of guarding Tianmen for thousands of years is boring, who would have thought that such an opportunity would come?
The opportunity to harvest comes only once in countless years.
At this time, in the pillar of light hanging in the sky, those powerful people who stepped into it could only be surrounded and killed by lightning.
So what if they were once the top experts in the universe?
So what if they are super-first-grade celestial monsters?
The king of the Canaanites is no harder than a piece of tissue paper.
The sword in the guard's hand at the Tianmen Gate shone brightly, causing the lightning to sway, and each strike could shatter several bodies.
In the beam of light, those strong men who were originally very proud now seemed like bereft dogs.
"Haha, what kind of opportunity comes at what price? When can you get something for nothing in this world?" Nielong hung peacefully on the stone pillar, with a trace of emotion on his face.
The figures on those stone pillars all had silent expressions on their faces.
They have seen this scene too many times today.
Even, weren't they once one of these people?
The Dzi beads were scattered, and the young man in front of the Tianmen had a smile on his face.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the gathered dzi beads suddenly vibrated and then scattered in all directions.
Below, Han Muye pressed his palms on the altar, his body shining with golden light.
The rays of spiritual light shone through, causing the divine patterns on the altar to turmoil, turning into a swirling and intertwined force.
"Control the altar..."
"How is it possible? No one has been able to control the Heaven Altar since it was built!"
"Who can tell me how the Heaven Altar can be controlled?"
Countless exclamations came from that square stone pillar.
At this time, Han Muye poured all his strength into his body, struggling to gather the golden divine light one after another, and then turned it into light gates.
These light doors hit the sky-high light pillar.
"Ten breaths, it's up to you whether you can survive or not."
His voice was hoarse and weak.
Buy ten breaths of time for those practitioners who are trapped in the pillar of light.
In the light pillar, the practitioners who were already desperate rushed out in panic.
The road to the sky was actually broken open, and countless strong men from all sides fled.
"Seeking death." The young man in front of the light gate's expression darkened.
"After the altar was built, a contract was reached with my plane of heaven. The road to the sky is life and death. Today you are breaking the rules."
The young man stared at Han Muye, with murderous intent surging on his face.
"Heavenly Guard, kill him."
He shouted lowly, and the team of hundred golden armor warriors behind him rushed out.
The bright light of the sword triggered thunder and struck Han Muye head-on.
"Line up." 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 his long sword in his hand, and a cyan sword curtain blocked all the space in front of him.
This is the origin of perfection and the power of the rules of the great road in this aspect.
Innate crushing.
It makes no sense.
The sword array that could fight the overlord could 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 looked pale.
Only Huang Zhihu clenched his sword, let out a long roar, and flew forward.
If he wanted to kill her adoptive father, he would naturally have to kill her first.
"This girl is pretty good." On a stone pillar, a woman wearing a green robe smiled lightly.
Han Muye put one hand on the altar and looked up at the sky.
Heavenly Guard.
The war puppets of Galaxy Universe were born out of these heavenly guards.
Every heavenly guard has the power of perfect origin and controls the power of rules.
Moreover, these heavenly guards still possess the power of thunder and are blessed by the power of one dimension.
"boom--"
The thunder struck down on his head and turned into a thunder beam above Han Muye's head.
The domineering aura emanating from this beam of light is terrifying.
This is the power of thunder that can shatter a galaxy!
This is a rule transformed by thunder, which can span the long river of time and never be destroyed!
"Is this kid okay?" There was a trace of hesitation on Canglong's face, and he turned to look at Nielong.
"You are not a good practitioner of the Way of Thunder. Can you come to the rescue?"
Phoenix on the side spoke.
The Way of Thunder is well cultivated.
Nielong cast his gaze in the direction of Han Muye.
My own way of thunder is pretty good, but compared with that kid, it's still a lot worse, right?
Nie Long snorted and turned his head.
He didn't bother to look.
Phoenix sighed.
Nie Long is actually quite good, but he is too small-minded.
In the distance, the scattered strong men from all sides had complicated expressions as they looked at the lightning that struck Han Muye's head.
They were rescued by Han Muye, but they did not dare to rescue Han Muye.
They cannot stop this perfect thunder.
Many people turned their heads in shame.
"boom--"
The lightning fell on Han Muye.
The intertwined streams of light shone and enveloped 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, wrapped in thunder, a huge body slowly condensed.
That's a cow.
Unicorn.
Golden body.
Covered with thunder marks.
"Kui Niu's body!"
"Fuck, this guy is blessed with the power of the thunder beast!"
There were screams of exclamation from the surrounding stone pillars.
I thought Han Muye was really destined to die, but I didn't expect that he had the body of thunder.
Kui Niu, this is the thunder beast.
If the thunder beast was struck to death by lightning, wouldn't the rules of the world have to be changed?
Endless thunder light now crisscrossed Kui Niu's body, and then turned into thunder patterns.
Kui Niu's body is visibly solid to the naked eye.
Han Muye stood up slowly, and the Kui Niu also raised its head.
"Roar--"
He took one step forward and flew up.
The thunder wrapped around his body continued to shine, and as he punched out, it turned into cascading mountains.
The group of Tianmen guards holding long swords in mid-air did not hesitate and drew their swords directly.
The mountains were chopped into pieces, but the thunder transformed by the mountains scattered in all directions, making the bodies of these heavenly guards tremble slightly.
The lightning in Han Muye's hand continued, and every punch revealed endless thunder.
At this moment, all the thunder power that had been dormant in him was aroused.
Because just now, his way of thunder has been perfected.
The origin is complete.
"Arrogant." Above the sky, the young man outside the Tianmen shouted.
All the bodies of the heavenly guards intertwined and turned into a battle formation.
The shadow of an eight-winged god general appeared.
In the god general's hand, a long-handled sword glowed with a dark, cold light.
The moment the warrior's shadow appeared, all the divine light on the billion-mile altar was suppressed.
"Be careful, this is the Huntian Divine General formed by the Cangtian Plane specifically to suppress this plane."
"The power of these puppet generals is to gather together the heaven and earth to measure calamity."
shouted an old man chained to a stone pillar.
Measure calamity.
This was the first time that Han Muye felt that besides him, there was someone else controlling the power of calamity.
Why can this warrior phantom control the power of calamity?
"Measure the calamity..." Han Muye's eyes flashed.
Something occurred to him.
Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, and the endless source of power surged through his body.
He wanted to confirm his thoughts.
Go against the will of heaven!
Everyone looked at Han Muye who was climbing up into the sky with solemn expressions.
Especially those strong men on the stone pillars, their eyes sparkled.
They were stationed at the altar and faced off against the strong men from the Cangtian plane. The Cangtian plane also used the means of the heavenly guards to suppress this plane.
The Cangtian plane is an upper plane, and there are too many lower planes suppressed. It would be good to have a team of heavenly guards stationed here.
The methods of the Heavenly Guard are tyrannical, and they have the power of origin and calamity.
Over the years, countless powerful men on the Cangtian Altar have died at the hands of the Heavenly Guard.
"Hey, calamity has always been a knife hanging over our heads. Even so many powerful people cannot escape." Golden light flashed in Phoenix's eyes, and flames rose from his body.
These overlord-level strong men are not afraid of calamity, but they do not dare to have the power of calamity poured into their bodies.
What's more, how many overlords are there in a universe?
"In the face of calamity, is this kid really fearless, or..." Cang Long murmured as he looked at Han Muye's figure soaring into the sky.
At this time, those strong men who had escaped from the Road to Heaven looked at Han Muye with twinkling eyes.
They don't have such strength, nor do they have such courage.
Today, although they have gained a lot, their cultivation has improved a lot, and they can even have perfect origins, they are still far behind compared to Han Muye.
This is not a gap in cultivation strength, but a gap in will.
"I hope you don't die..." An old man with a white beard whispered softly, with a complicated expression.
Huang Zhihu held a long sword and gritted his teeth as he watched Han Muye soar into the sky.
The 30,000 elites stood behind them, and there seemed to be flames gushing out of their eyes.
By this moment, they felt deeply.
Even his elders and strong men couldn't help themselves in today's situation.
There is only one person who is willing to take action and dares to take action.
“Isn’t the purpose of practicing cultivation in this life to be such a person?”
“What’s the use of practicing if you can’t be happy after practicing for a lifetime?”
"Measuring calamity? It's just life and death..."
Perhaps, only these elites of the younger generation have edges and corners and a fighting spirit.
Others may no longer have such enthusiasm.
"Buzz——"
Above the sky, the warrior's shadow was photographed with one palm.
A gray whirlwind formed instantly and enveloped Han Muye.
This power was strange, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately covered Han Muye.
"That's the power of measuring calamity. You must not--" Nielong's eyes widened and he let out a low cry.
But before he could finish speaking, he could already see streaks of gray dragon-like power pouring into Han Muye's body.
"It's over..."
This is what everyone thinks.
Measurement calamity can only be avoided or resisted.
It's just that there are very few means in the world that can withstand calamity.
Once the power of calamity enters the body, there is no possibility of escape.
"Buzz——"
A roar came from Han Muye's body.
A long sword appeared.
A hundred-foot sword light floated above his head, revealing layers of cloud patterns.
"Swordsmanship makes you a hegemon?" A slight smile appeared on the face of the young man outside Tianmen.
"With this kind of strength, if you go to the Tianmen obediently, you might really be able to enter my plane of heaven."
"If you had been willing to worship me as your master just now, you might have saved your life, but it's a pity."
pity.
The power of calamity has entered the body, and there is no chance.
There was silence above the altar.
Everyone looked at Han Muye who was filled with gray aura.
Maybe, he can hold on for one breath or ten breaths, but he will eventually turn into nothingness under the power of calamity.
At this time, Han Muye closed his eyes.
The gray power of calamity flowed through his body.
If he hadn't controlled a trace of calamity power before, his body would probably have collapsed by now.
This time, he finally understood what the power of calamity was.
The origin of this universe is incomplete.
The missing part turned into nothingness, supporting heaven and earth.
This is calamity measurement.
Calamity is when the power of nothingness slowly expands, eventually sweeping across the entire plane.
There are two ways to break through calamity.
One, to supplement the missing original power.
It's hard.
Because no one knows what kind of power and original rules are missing.
The second method is to bring the other party's original and perfect heaven and earth into harmony.
The reason why this dimension did not collapse and did not dissipate in the calamity was because of the suppression of the Ten Thousand Domains Fighting Ground.
The Altar of Heaven suppresses the place where all realms compete, making it full of origins, operating again and again, and then reunited after it collapsed.
The place where the Ten Thousand Realms Fight is to suppress the entire plane, so that even if the power of calamity engulfs the heaven, earth and universe, it will be restored again.
It's the ruins.
This was what Master Jiuxuan Peak did when he entered the Cangtian Plane.
Cut off a corner of the sky plane and turn it into a place where all realms compete.
"No wonder the Sword God Lu Yue went to the Cangtian Plane and cut down this world. Wasn't it him?"
Han Muye whispered softly and opened his closed eyes.
At this moment, all the power of calamity in his body suddenly shook, like clouds and mist billowing!
His origin is so stable that even the power of calamity cannot stop it!
(End of chapter)
