Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

, Full comprehension level: Sixty years of Jiange Guanjian

For a time, whether it was the monsters with low Cultivation Base or the big monsters in the heavenly realm, their hearts were full of confusion, and there was despair and powerlessness in their eyes.

Could it be that the wasteland cannot escape the fate of being enslaved and swallowed?

Han Muye's eyes fell on the ground.

The wasteland at this moment seemed so weak and helpless.

The road of cultivation is really difficult step by step, even if it is a world, there will be such difficulties.

"hold head high--"

There was a high roar from the ground.

The figure of a white giant elephant emerged.

Xiang Lingshuang.

At this time, Xiang Lingshuang's body turned into a phantom of a million feet, with a long nose and four legs, a jade-white body, and a pair of long teeth flashing a jade-colored light.

Ancient giant elephant mythical beast.

The mythical beast flew down, and then used its own back to support the falling Baxia's body.

It's a pity that the figure of this 100,000-foot giant elephant is also pitifully small compared to its huge body.

The giant elephant roared.

An elephant clan rushed down the wild wasteland, flew down beside the giant elephant, and together with him, held up Ba Xia's body with all his strength.

not enough.

No amount of elephants is enough.

Above the earth, one after another silhouettes rushed out.

A giant bear like a mountain of thousands of feet, a dragon with a body that can transform into a thousand feet, and spread its wings to reach a giant bird of thousands of feet...

One after another, the silhouettes of big monsters with ancient blood rushed out, fell under Baxia's body, and withstood the world.

The downward momentum of the reckless wasteland was stopped.

"There is great fear before life and death. If it is dominated by this fear, it is despair."

"If you can overcome fear and have light in your heart, that is faith."

"Only if faith is not destroyed can we move forward."

In Han Muye's Divine Treasure, the power of the Divine Soul turned from golden to purple, and it seemed to condense with the air of hope.

But this is not the air of popularity, this is the transformation of the power of the soul.

His soul power was extremely strong, and he was in a bottleneck, and it was only at this time that he completely improved.

"Let there be light."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

In the sky above the wasteland, a soft light shines through.

Under this light, all things in the heavens and the earth are scattered.

Follow the law.

Taoism is natural.

"wind."

Han Muye spoke again.

The gentle breeze caressed, supported the wasteland, and slowly moved forward.

light and wind.

Light shines on all things, and the wind brings up the floating world.

live.

After leaving the Wilderness Star Territory for countless years, this dilapidated wasteland is alive.

newborn.

At this moment, this world has its own Heavenly Dao.

It is not the broken power of the year, nor is it the palm of the Kui Niu Divine Soul.

This Heavenly Dao is the trigger after the sublimation of Han Muye's spiritual power.

This Heavenly Dao is the inspiration for those demon races in this world to be reckless.

This Heavenly Dao is the desire for life that nurtures life on it.

"boom--"

One after another thunder light fell from the sky.

This is the baptism of heaven and earth, the infusion of power, and it is also a test.

If the newly born Heavenly Dao can't stop the Void Thunder, then this world will eventually be shattered by the Thunder and turned into pieces.

All the creatures on it will also be buried with them.

A light curtain of light ascended in the wilderness.

This is the own sky that belongs to this world.

"boom--"

Lightning struck the sky, causing the newly born light curtain to vibrate, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Above the earth, all creatures raised their heads and looked at the oscillating light curtain.

In the distance, the two spirit-armored monster clan powerhouses who stopped in their tracks showed greed in their eyes, roared in their mouths, and charged as huge monsters.

A new world, the new Heavenly Dao, is a supreme delicacy for the big demon.

If you swallow this Heavenly Dao at the time of the thunder calamity, even if you can't be transcendent immediately, you can still have the foundation of the Dao of achievement.

These two spirit armor monsters are existences beyond the realm of heaven, and the Cultivation Base itself has already been integrated with a trace of the power of the Dao.

Their practice is the accumulation of Dao power.

A new world, in Transcend Tribulation, is weak, isn't it a delicious meal?

Even if Han Muye was stunned with a sword before, at this time, the two big demons couldn't care less.

Flying and rushing, driving the endless wind.

Han Muye turned around and looked at the rushing monster.

The power of his divine soul surged, causing the power of Heavenly Dao to tremble slightly.

At this moment, he only needs to combine his own soul with this Heavenly Dao, and go through the thunder tribulation together.

longevity.

sanctified.

On Han Muye, a flash of inspiration flowed.

But the power of his soul did not waver in the slightest.

If the soul is really integrated into the new Heavenly Dao, then even if it has been exchanged for absolute power, can it be impossible to escape in the future?

"Not bad, I thought you would go back to the old way of Wen Mosheng."

A voice sounded behind Han Muye.

Han Muye turned his head and saw a sword cultivator in a black robe with a resolute face and arrogant eyebrows.

Although he didn't see the sword, Han Muye knew in his heart that this was the sword repairer.

because he knew.

"Yuan Tianjianzun."

The person who came was the great cultivator of kendo who suppressed the Western Frontier and ran rampant in the Profound Sky.

Yuan Tianjian.

Yuan Tianjianzun looked at Han Muye and said with a chuckle, "I still think that you have my inheritance, so you will be more respectful to me."

Indeed, Han Muye got Yuan Tianjianzun's swordsmanship, Universe sword array, and those sword pills.

These are the inheritance of Yuan Tianjianzun.

Han Muye raised his hand and bowed: "Jian Xiu Junior Han Muye, I have seen Yuan Tian Jian Zun."

"Junior Jianxiu?" Yuan Tianjianzun laughed: "Okay, I'll just wait for Jianxiu to cultivate sooner or later, so why are there so many breaking rules."

Speaking of this, he grinned: "I don't worry about that."

rest assured?

"boom--"

In the distance, the beam of light that runs through the heavens and the earth on the Extinct Sea bursts, and the power of space spreads recklessly.

Those big monsters still in it, their bodies shattered, and they were wrapped in golden auras. "town."

A faint voice sounded, and the spiritual light turned into golden characters, smashing the blood of the Monster Qi that the big demons turned into on the wasteland.

With the blockade of these powers, the power of Heavenly Dao in the Wild Wasteland instantly surged.

"Wen Xiang?"

Han Muye looked at the figure that suppressed the big demon with one word.

Qingpao Confucian shirt, an ink pen in his hand.

"This guy has calculated the mind of the Spirit Armor Monster Race to annex the wasteland early, and laid it out in the void."

"Now, the other end of the space channel is probably the massacre of Xuanyangwei and Chiyan Army."

Yuan Tianjianzun looked at the voice of Wen Mo who was walking slowly, shook his head and said, "If you want me, why is there so much trouble, it's a matter of a sword."

Han Muye didn't bother to answer him.

Why didn't you come earlier?

He turned to look at Wen Mosheng.

Wen Mosheng is not in the Profound Sky World, so it turns out that it is for the purpose of calculating the spirit armor monster clan?

"Building the White Deer Academy, dividing my Confucian Daoist vision, breaking the sky wall of Zhongzhou, and damaging my luck in Zhongzhou."

Wen Mosheng's figure crossed the rushing spirit turtle monsters, passed in front of the two big monsters, and landed in front of Han Muye.

"Are you going to inherit my legacy, or are you going to compete with me for the most holy position of Confucianism and Taoism?"

At the moment of being stared at by Wen Mosheng, Han Muye felt turbulent, and the sword of the soul in the treasure seemed to explode directly.

The Sword intent in Qi Sea can't be mobilized.

The suppression of the power of the avenue!

This kind of pure Taoism is really a sense of frustration.

Yuan Tianjianzun stood aside, his brows wrinkled, and Sword Ray rose up on his body.

But before he could make a move, Han Muye's soul Sword Ray rushed into the sky and turned into a long sword.

With the sword as the pen, the golden characters float one by one.

"Thousands of miles of ice are frozen, and thousands of miles of snow drift."

There is no Heavenly Dao in the void, and the power of the divine soul is transformed into the avenue, causing the void to vibrate, and countless thousands of miles are instantly frozen.

Even the thunder in the void was frozen and slowed down countless times.

Yuan Tianjian looked at Han Muye strangely.

The opposite Wen Mosheng raised his brows and moved the ink pen lightly in his hand.

"Mountain dance silver snake, Yuanchi wax figure."

In the void, dragons and snakes landed, and all phenomena galloped.

The thunder in the sky was attracted, and hit the two bewildered-faced spirit armor monsters, tearing their bodies to shreds.

"I want to be higher than the heavenly test—"

Han Muye whispered, and Sword Ray exploded behind him.

Wen Mosheng swayed the ink-colored plum blossoms in his hand, blocking him.

When the "red makeup, extra enchanting" poem appeared, the plum blossom in front of Wen Mosheng was instantly dyed into a coquettish blood red.

"Qingyu..." Wen Mosheng's eyes showed a hint of confusion, and then turned into firmness. He raised his hand and swept the ink pen to disperse all the plum blossoms.

But before those plum blossoms reunited, Han Muye's next sentence suddenly appeared.

"The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to compete—"

The ink pen in Wen Mosheng's hand burst, and Sword Ray rose directly from Yuan Tianjianzun's body, occupying half of the sky!

The whole world, the evolution of mountains and rivers.

Illusory mountains and rivers continue to emerge in the void.

The reborn Heavenly Dao in the barren wasteland below let out a sound of joy.

Introducing the general trend into the world, countless snowflakes fell in the entire wasteland.

This snowflake, with Spiritual Qi.

Wrapped in silver, it is extraordinarily enchanting.

The sound of thunder had long since dissipated, and the spirit turtle monsters that were chasing had long since disappeared.

Wen Mosheng looked at the broken ink pen in his hand, and muttered in his mouth, Yuan Tianjianzun's eyes were full of fighting intent.

On Han Muye, all the power of the soul slowly converged.

"What about the back?"

Wen Mo raised his head, his voice a little hoarse.

Han Muye shook his head.

Wen Mosheng let out a long laugh and looked at the wasteland below.

"Okay, when this world merges with Tianxuan in the future, I will wait for the verse behind you."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yuan Tianjianzun, his body shook, and the cyan halo dissipated.

Until Wen Mosheng left, Yuan Tianjianzun's fighting spirit subsided and he turned his head.

"Boy, are you going to drift in the void with this world, or go back to the Profound Sky World?"

Speaking of this, he paused and said: "Otherwise, follow me to Xianyuan Realm."

Go to Xianyuan Realm?

Drifting in the void?

Han Muye said, "Senior, I'd better go back to the Profound Sky World."

Tianxuan, Xijiang, Jiuxuan Jianmen.

At this moment, Han Muye longed for a comfortable life in the Jiange Pavilion.

The higher the Cultivation Base, the less free it is, that's true.

It's better to be a sword watcher.

"Back to Tianxuan?"

Yuan Tianjianzun nodded and said, "Although your soul power, Transcendent, has become a saint, the Cultivation Base is difficult to match with your physical body. Gathering power in the Profound Sky World is a good choice."

"However, Heavenly Dao in the Profound Sky World has already been entangled with Wen Mosheng. He borrowed Heavenly Dao to become a saint, and you have no chance."

"You want to fight him?"

fight?

To be a trapped Saint?

If he really wants to be such a Saint, Han Muye will have a chance to reunite with Heavenly Dao, a new born in the wasteland just now.

"The world is so big, shouldn't I be like senior, go out and see more?" Han Muye looked at Yuan Tianjianzun and said with a smile.

Yuan Tianjianzun laughed, and then his face turned solemn: "Then you must find a way to suppress your own Confucianism and Taoism, otherwise, you will unconsciously compete with Wen Mosheng."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the reckless deserted tunnel below and said, "Does the world need my help?"

Help is to get Karma.

For these big cultivators, these Karma will be repaid in the future.

Han Muye shook his head, and his body fell directly.

When he stepped on the ground, his soul hit the ground directly.

Through the deep earth, the soul penetrated into the lower body of the tyrant.

"Roar--"

The divine beast, which had been silent before, sighed upwards and his huge four feet slowly lifted up.

The soul enters the tyrant, and walks against the world.

Yuan Tianjian stood in the void, watching the divine beast tying the heavens and the earth crash into the void crack, disappearing in the rippling void world of Star.

"Good boy, it's interesting."

"I am waiting for you in Xianyuan World."

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