In everyone's eyes, Han Muye stood where he was, with a dark aura swelling around his body, but it did not damage his body at all.
"How is this possible..." Nielong whispered softly with a look of confusion on his face.
Cang Long also widened his eyes and looked at Han Muye, who was standing there, his aura of calamity slowly turning invisible, the clouds were light and the wind was light.
This amount of calamity power couldn't break his body?
Is there any power in this world that transcends calamities?
Everyone inside and outside the altar was stunned at this moment.
The power of calamity that everyone feared had no effect on Han Muye.
What else can't he do?
"boom--"
The illusory general above the sky seemed to be angered by Han Muye, and the transformed spear in his hand stabbed directly at Han Muye.
The cyan edge of this blow carried the aura of the great road, combined with the power of the calamity, turned into a wind tornado, and hit Han Muye again.
sharp.
Han Muye raised his head and sighed inwardly.
This illusory warrior not only controls the power of calamity, but the most important thing is his proficiency in the operation of the power of the avenue.
When the power of thunder and calamity was poured into Han Muye's body just now, he had already felt that Han Muye was not afraid of calamity and thunder.
Taking action at this time has already changed the rules of power.
The rules of pure strength coincide with the power of calamity.
No one is without weaknesses.
Since Han Muye is powerful in the way of thunder, he must be weak to the pure power of the physical body.
The wind blast caused by the spear was meant to tear Han Muye's body apart.
The wind had just come out, and the majestic wind was raging on the altar.
The heaven and earth with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles turned into a tornado that stretched up the sky.
Han Muye, who was in the middle of the tornado, had to bear the power of the entire world.
"Too strong..." A strong Immortal Realm man who struggled to stand still, his face pale, murmured.
Not far away, the bodies of several immortals who were just a little short of the level of cultivation were swept up into the sky by the wind uncontrollably.
"drink--"
Han Muye clenched his fist, stepped out suddenly, and then punched hard.
In front of him, a golden ripple appeared.
The ripple turned into a fist shadow and rushed forward.
The shadow of the fist was no bigger than a square inch, but with one blow, it directly shattered the void in front of him.
"Bang——"
Thousands of miles of heaven and earth suddenly shattered.
To point, to break the surface.
The sky of thousands of miles turned into pale golden cracks that were broken into pieces, falling into pieces all around.
The surrounding wind scrolls were naturally shattered by this punch.
The wind that had been raging for hundreds of millions of miles suddenly stopped.
These changes caused the body of the illusory warrior who stabbed the spear to twist, vibrate, and almost break into pieces.
Outside the Tianmen, the young man from the Cangtian plane widened his eyes.
On the altar, all the practitioners looked at Han Muye in disbelief.
That punch just now was so powerful that it could defy the heavens.
"This guy has inherited the bloodline power of Dragon Crocodile." Nielong grinned slightly.
Dragon crocodile.
Canglong and Phoenix looked at each other and said nothing.
No wonder.
Han Muye broke through the phantom warrior's magical power with one punch, leaving him dazed for a moment.
Han Muye would not give him a chance. He rushed out and punched one after another. The shadow of the punch was reflected by the strong wind, and he hit the phantom.
Not only that, he also raised his hand to shoot out streaks of thunder, hitting the heads of the heavenly guards who urged the generals to move.
Suppressed by this thunder, the body of the illusory warrior became more and more turbulent.
"Bang——"
After a hundred punches, the illusory warrior's body shattered into pieces.
That day the guard battle formation was also engulfed by lightning.
Han Muye ignored the Heavenly Guard who was resisting the lightning and looked up at the young man in front of the Tianmen.
The young man was stunned.
Han Muye flew up, and the long sword in his hand triggered endless lightning and hit the Tianmen.
The young man looked at the falling thunder, turned pale, and turned around to leave.
The sword light fell in front of the Tianmen and hit the sky-reaching light pillar.
The exploding lightning raged, causing the light pillars in the sky to tremble.
Han Muye stood outside the Tianmen holding a sword, his eyes filled with surging fighting spirit.
Now that he has come here, how can it be his style to return without entering the Heavenly Gate?
Without hesitation, he stepped into the golden beam of light.
In the light pillar, the endless stream of light instantly enveloped his body.
This is the power of replenishing the original source.
But unlike others who were in a different state when they were replenishing their original power, Han Muye had too much light around him, too bright.
This does not mean that he lacks many sources, but that he has mastered too much power of rules when practicing.
Every rule must be completed, thus triggering this endless stream of light.
"wind."
"water."
"fire."
"The blazing sun."
Han Muye felt the power of heaven and earth, and the divine light in his eyes changed.
The aura on his body also changed from deep to fiery.
"I see!"
He looked up to the sky and screamed, his aura knocking away the light around him.
At this moment, he finally understood why the Master of Jiuxuan Peak asked him to gather seven treasures.
He finally understood why the Great Sun Golden Crow transformed into a blazing sun in the sky.
He finally understood why there were so many ruin realms.
The missing origin of this dimension is controlled by the seven treasures.
The master of Jiuxuan Peak refined the seven treasures just to supplement the origin of this plane!
"So, the Wood God was left behind after the Cangtian plane stole the wood power from this plane."
"So, the Great Sun Golden Crow clan will be destroyed."
"So, what is gathered in the Ziyang Cauldron is the fire of hope."
…
Han Muye's body was surging with power.
When he realized it in his heart, he finally understood why he could control calamities and was different from others.
His origin is not from this plane.
Therefore, the power of calamity in this plane cannot harm him, but can use his body as a carrier.
At this time, the power of calamity surging in his body was extremely powerful.
"Since you're standing here, why don't you take a look?"
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
He turned his head and looked at the practitioners inside and outside the altar below, who were still trapped in the pillar of light reaching the sky.
"Everyone, it's rare that the Heaven's Gate opens. Are you interested in going to the Cangtian plane?"
Go to the plane of heaven for a trip?
See what that plane looks like?
Han Muye's words made everyone stunned.
This is what they had thought before, but they dare not think about it at this moment.
They are afraid of attracting thunder and disaster, they are afraid of attracting the heavenly guards, and they are afraid of the powerful people in the plane of heaven taking action.
But, are you willing?
Already standing here, but not stepping into the sky, are you willing?
Han Muye turned around, looked at Tianmen in front of him, and took a deep breath.
He took one step forward and walked directly into the Tianmen.
The others were stunned for a moment, at a loss.
They didn't know what the consequences would be if Han Muye stepped into Tianmen.
"Haha, this boy has courage." On top of the stone pillar, the evil dragon whispered.
Not far away, Phoenix's eyes sparkled, and he whispered: "He really looks like the Master of Jiu Xuan Peak..."
"Shua——"
A figure flew outside the Tianmen.
Huang Zhihu, holding a long sword, rushed straight into the Tianmen without hesitation.
Behind her, figures of elites from all realms flew down and followed her.
This scene made the hesitant strong men from all sides look complicated.
Perhaps, only those elite juniors are still enthusiastic.
"This is the plane of heaven?"
Stepping into the Tianmen, Han Muye stood in a desert and whispered softly.
The big sun above his head, the rolling mountains and the barren desert were no different from the plane he came from.
Even the thin fairy spirit between heaven and earth is very similar.
But what is really different is the origin.
Stretching out his hand, he looked at his palm.
The originally intertwined power of calamity in his body was directly suppressed.
The immortal power in his body was also suppressed a thousand times.
This kind of suppression is not targeted by the power of the great avenue, but because the origin of the heaven and earth in this area is stable, making all forces more solid.
Just like the message conveyed in the Heaven Altar, the upper plane is the real and stable world.
Because it is true and stable, the power of magic will be weakened, and the damage caused by physical power to heaven and earth will also be reduced.
Han Muye could not imagine that in such a world, what did the original Jiuxuan Peak Master and Lu Yue Sword God use to cut down the place where the Ten Thousand Realms competed and bring them back.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of sand, clenching it slightly in his palms.
With his current peak strength, in this world, the most he can do is crush a land thousands of miles away with one blow, right?
"Father." Huang Zhihu's voice rang out from the golden light door behind him, and he stepped out.
When Huang Zhihu flew down into the world, his expression changed.
Her body couldn't help but tremble.
"Your origin is not yet solid and complete, and you cannot stop the great forces in this world."
Han Muye looked at Huang Zhihu, his eyes falling on the figures flying behind him.
He raised his hand and waved, and a Zun War Puppet Armor appeared.
Just taking out the treasures from the storage space is something that no ordinary immortal can do.
In the plane of heaven, to open a storage space, the origin must be perfect and the rules of the space must be fully controlled.
"You put on the battle armor, use the power of the battle puppet to bless it, and then feel the power of this original and perfect power."
"This is your chance."
"When you go back, try your best to bring as many things as you can."
Looking at these elites from all realms, Han Muye smiled and said: "It's just a handful of sand. Take it back and bring it back as a treasure of perfect origin."
This is true, but not that exaggerated.
The place where all realms compete is also the place where the origin is perfect, so it can be continuously divided and then reunited.
If this sand is used to refine weapons, the best it can do is to ensure that the objects can be restored after being broken.
Of course, if it is something else from the Cangtian plane, it might really be a treasure if you get it from the plane below.
A group of elites hurriedly put on their battle armors, then controlled the battle puppets and dispersed around.
Huang Zhihu followed Han Muye's instructions and continued to direct them to form a battle formation.
In this plane, the power of the battle formation was suppressed, and the strength displayed was far from as magnificent as the plane below.
However, his swordsmanship skills can still show good combat prowess.
Not only swordsmanship, but also other self-skilled methods have not been suppressed much.
Probably in this plane of heaven, as long as it does not rely on external force, it can still be used.
This made the sword cultivator disciples look happy.
Han Muye also gave it a try and found that his kendo strength was still 80%.
More and more figures stepped out of the light gate behind, and finally some powerful people from all universes arrived.
As soon as they entered the plane of heaven, the expressions of these powerful men changed.
The rules of power between heaven and earth and the stable state of the avenue made them very uncomfortable.
But after realizing the power, they were extremely happy.
The place where the origin was stable suppressed their power, which was already reaching its peak, and slowly consolidated it.
Their longevity and cultivation will be solidified layer by layer.
When they reach the peak of their cultivation in this dimension, they will truly be able to live forever and be immortal.
The sand and soil in this plane can be reunited and immortalized when they fall on the lower plane, let alone the strong men in this plane who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation?
"Woo——"
In the distance, a horn sounded.
The sound of the trumpet spread throughout thousands of miles, and there was a tremor between heaven and earth.
One after another flying figures rushed towards Han Muye and the others who had entered the plane of heaven.
"Sky Monster!"
"The monsters have been tamed these days!"
"At least a second-grade celestial monster, and a super first-grade beast!"
Everyone looked at the overwhelming celestial monsters with extremely solemn expressions on their faces.
With the power of magic suppressed, it is extremely difficult to deal with so many demon beasts.
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
In the distance, there was the sound of war drums.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Defense."
Without hesitation, Huang Zhihu raised his hand to prop up a sword light and turned it into a light curtain.
Behind her, the blood and true energy of all the elites from all realms surged, condensing into sword lights and setting up a bright light curtain above their heads.
The strong men who had just arrived were still a little stunned. When they raised their heads, their faces showed astonishment.
A stream of gray-black three-foot-long crossbow arrows flew towards him, like a rain of arrows.
These crossbow arrows fell from the sky with a shrill roar.
Are such low-level methods useful to powerful people like them?
A Taoist wearing a green robe snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and threw out a burst of golden light.
This golden light turned into a golden cloud above his head, protecting the surrounding space.
It’s just a few crossbow arrows. For an immortal figure like him——
"Stab-"
The crossbow arrows tore apart the golden clouds, without stopping, and pierced downwards.
This scene made the Taoist who was originally smiling suddenly change his expression.
The other powerful men also hurriedly took action, using various spells, magical powers, weapons, and gray treasures, arousing a flash of aura.
"when--"
A long sword was directly broken by a flying crossbow arrow.
"Bang——"
A ball of golden divine flame was penetrated by the crossbow arrow.
"call out--"
A light curtain was directly torn apart by the crossbow arrows.
At this moment, everyone was struggling to resist these flying crossbow arrows.
"The origin of this plane is stable, and the refined ordinary crossbow arrows can break the fairy treasure level treasures in our hands."
"Only by refining the treasure in your hand and using the original power of this plane to upgrade it to a treasure with perfect origin can we resist the attack of the sky plane."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
Those proud weapons and treasures, and even the war puppet armor, are actually vulnerable in this plane.
Only by re-refining and infusing it with the original power can it be sublimated.
Of course, once these treasures are elevated to the original stable level, they will be brought back to the lower planes and become the top treasures of the great avenue.
Han Muye's eyes revealed endless divine light.
He now has millions of war puppet armors and various magical weapons.
What would it be like if they were all elevated to the highest level of treasure?
Raising his hand, a golden cauldron appeared in his palm.
Purple Yang Cauldron.
"Let's start with the Divine Flame."
He whispered, then raised his hand and clapped it.
"boom--"
Endless divine flames sweep across the world!
