Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The dilapidated palace crumbled under the impact of the giant wolf.

This is the self-confidence after self-improvement.

Seeing the ice-cold streamer being shattered, Zhu Qiu'an was still a little dazed.

"The adults said it well, you really can't hold on anymore."

This is the unique charm of Power.

"Dage, why bother." In the void, a voice sounded.

There is darkness in the Great Hall.

"He doesn't know, once a practitioner has an idea in his mind, he can't suppress it." Mushen's words revealed absolute determination.

"Pongpong-"

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have sent the straw whip out."

The human heart is the most complicated, and Han Muye has long known that.

The great priest who controlled the world's official affairs and helped the emperor to manage thousands of officials in the divine court?

"Don't let them disturb the Wood God!" The Lord of the Wood God Temple shouted, and the wooden staff in his hand flew out to the Great Hall.

The wood god looked back at the big tree and the long spear nailed to the big tree, and shook his head: "My body has already been fundamentally injured by this fairy treasure spear, and I can only recover slowly by falling asleep."

The Immortal World corresponds to the ascended practitioners, and there is a spiritual pool.

Mu Wan, the people from Jiuxuan Mountain's Sword Pavilion, Huang Zhihu, Huang Laoliu, and many other people who made friends in the imperial city.

There was a glimmer of light in Mushen's eyes, and he whispered: "Now, I'm afraid I can't sleep peacefully."

The power from this treasure in Zhu Qiu'an's hands is extremely strong.

Han Muye walked to the big tree, raised his hand, and held the handle of the spear.

The voice came to everyone's ears.

"Mu Xue, I know, he was known as the first kind shepherd under the Shepherd's Throne."

But Han Muye knew it was for him.

The voice sounded, and his figure had already landed in front of Mu Xue, and he punched out.

A young man in cyan armor appeared.

Whether it was the Golden Wolf Demon God or Mu Xue behind him, there was no threat in front of him.

"Frost Ring!"

The Golden Wolf Demon God glared, but did not speak.

Dilapidated and dilapidated palace.

The owner of the wooden temple standing in front of the stone steps whispered.

Hualing Pond!

"What a powerful space control power."

Back then, in the court of God, everyone was in danger and the emperor was oppressed, which eventually led to the rebellion of the Quartet.

The wood god had a kind expression on his face and spoke in a low voice.

The golden wolf demon roared, knocked away the golden wolves around him, and rammed towards Zhu Qiu'an.

The wood god asked himself for information from the outside, but it was just to understand his own position.

"boom--"

But the Lord of the Wooden Temple, who did not have a wooden staff in his hand, suddenly dropped in combat power, and a golden wolf flew up, tearing her sleeves with one claw.

"It is also this sentence that made us firm in our determination to overthrow the court of God."

In the Spirit Transformation Pond, was it Spiritual Qi, or spirituality?

Han Muye is also calm, and tells everything about Daozheng and Daozheng.

The further you go, the more you can see the dead branches scattered on the ground.

"Unfortunately, kindness has nothing to do with cultivation."

Han Muye doesn't believe in the wood god Closed Door Training and doesn't know anything about the outside world.

Han Muye nodded and briefly described what happened outside the dam.

Although it is only a phantom, this old man still has a power that makes people want to bow down and bow down.

Only strength is the greatest support for practitioners.

Hearing his words, the Golden Wolf Demon God shook his head and grinned: "Mu Xue, you haven't seen it clearly, even if there is a grass whip, today is a dead end."

"God Emperor always feels that Immortal World is suppressing and no one dares to move."

The Golden Wolf Demon God roared loudly, transformed into a giant wolf of ten feet, smashed the golden wolf around him with one palm, then flew away and slammed into Zhu Qiu'an.

"do not know……"

Han Muye shook his head.

No wonder Wen Xiang was able to suppress Tianxuan Wannian.

"When people are in chaos, the team is not easy to lead."

Zhu Qiu'an raised his hand to block it, and flew backwards uncontrollably.

At least he doesn't have that ability.

"How is it possible, how can the power of this Frost Ring stop..."

When the words came to this point, he paused: "What senior said in words, ink, sound, text and picture?"

White beard and white robe, hands folded in sleeves.

"This spear has consumed 80% of my strength."

"Hmph, your lord is coming, you can't escape." Zhu Qiu'an didn't turn around, but with the power of this punch, he turned around and flew away.

Before the palace, two figures stood side by side.

The ice crystals on the Golden Wolf Demon God were broken, and the thunder light also made his soul awake, and the blood in his eyes dissipated.

The grass whip gave him too much help.

As soon as this young man appeared, all the golden wolves stopped.

"The power of the Immortal World is really terrifying."

"I've been out of Closed Door Training since I was seriously injured, and I don't know what's going on outside, can you tell me?"

The surrounding wooden structures have decayed, leaving only the bluestone framework.

The Golden Wolf Demon God looked at Han Muye and said solemnly, "I didn't expect you to control the power of space after not seeing you for decades, and your combat power is so tyrannical."

"Everyone, get out of here, daddy!" The Golden Wolf Demon God shouted angrily, a golden aura flashed from his body, and a blood-colored halo flashed in his eyes.

Back then, he was also the one who couldn't hold back.

What's more, he came this time to see the Wood God.

"Boy, there are some things that you, Cultivation Base, can't afford to participate in." The wood god looked at him with a smile on his face.

A trace of sadness flashed across Mu Xue's face, looking around.

"Boy, the shepherd is old, you and I follow the adults."

What they do and think is the world's luck.

Before the wooden temple, only a mess was left.

"Little Zhu Qiu'an, he is not qualified and has no courage to come to the Wooden Temple."

In the void, a spiritual thought suddenly remembered.

"Will he be the one that the Faun is waiting for?" The Golden Wolf Demon God looked at Han Muye's back and said in a low voice.

What remains the same is their Power, what has changed is their heart.

Or call it luck.

Han Muye ignored him, raised his hand and punched out.

"Let's go, the wood god wants you to see him." Suddenly, she was slightly shocked and looked up at Han Muye.

"Hehe, do you want this spear?" Mushen shook his head and sighed softly, "If you can really pull out this spear, I'd like to thank you."

Even if there is no call from the voice of the Wood God just now, he will still take action.

"With his nature, his mind has long been lost."

The scattered ice crystals flew and fell on the surrounding golden wolves, freezing the bodies of these golden wolves.

Several golden wolf figures flew out from the gap in the Great Hall.

He raised his hand, and his fingers slowly pointed to the Lord of the Wooden Temple in front of the stone steps.

"Sure enough, it is a fairy treasure, and even a demon god comparable to Tianzun can freeze."

"Boy, are you here to ask me this?" Mushen laughed and said, "I'm afraid this place is no longer safe, and I'm going to leave."

Hearing his words, the wood god pondered for a moment and whispered, "I don't know either."

The countless practitioners who walk through the dam always bring various messages.

The messy force in the dam is the biggest pressure obstacle for all living beings.

Those golden wolves also hissed, and then backed away.

The other golden wolves also rushed towards the golden wolf demon.

The Golden Wolf besieged the Wooden Temple, and it was impossible to say that there was no Power behind him.

"Mu Xue, tell Mu Shen that Zhu Teng can't protect him anymore." The Golden Wolf Demon God whispered softly, turned his head slightly, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Han Muye nodded and strode into the palace.

Han Muye doesn't know how other people are, he thinks that he still cares a lot about himself.

"Go away." The Golden Wolf Demon God shouted lowly, raised his hand and punched the Golden Wolf into the air.

"Wood God, it should be called Mushen."

"If it wasn't for hiding in this dam, I'm afraid I would have been dug up long ago."

A head of golden wolves made their way in front of him.

The Lord of the Wooden Temple nodded, with a trace of bitterness on his face.

"It's me, Dage, who knows me best."

"The most complicated thing in the world is the human heart after all."

There was a trace of miserable color on Mu Xue's face, and he stepped out and slammed into the frost.

There are many secrets that Han Muye didn't know before, and now he tells it, which makes him feel like seeing the sun.

Han Muye and Mushen not only talked about the land where the ancient gods fell and the ancient cloud galaxy, but also talked about a lot of the past of the gods.

Once you go to Immortal World, you will no longer miss this world.

The giant wolf roared wildly, and the breath on his body began to be messy.

At this time, the two of them made all-out efforts, but they could only hold back the onslaught Golden Wolf, and some of the other Golden Wolf who had been besieged had already rushed into the Great Hall.

Han Muye had a clear understanding in his heart.

The cyan streamer flew away and hit the front.

"Actually, when we closed the town and ascended to Xiantai, we knew that there would be a day when we would reopen..."

Or, the Faun. "roll--"

Wen Mosheng is Wenqu?

Some came into being, and some, heaven-defying fell.

There was a trace of complexity on Mu Shen's face, he shook his head, and sighed softly.

The spear of the Golden Wolf Demon sent the golden wolf flying, and the golden wolf hit by the giant wooden phantom let out a miserable howl, and his body fell.

"The lord is about to sweep the dam and break the barrier of the world here, and the glory of the divine court will soon shine on the world again."

Such Power, every word and deed, is connected to one world.

Mu Xue shook her head and squatted in front of the stone steps, a look of loneliness on her face.

Having said this, he snorted coldly, and slashed his long sword.

Fear of Ascension to Immortal World, disappointment of God's Court, and rebellion bred under the fear of God Emperor.

Even those Powers can't match the ambition in my heart.

The golden wolf demon grows spear thrust out of his hands, with a little cold light, and the wooden staff of the wooden temple master has a blue-gray halo. Every time it falls, several blue-colored giant wooden phantoms fly out, knocking ten feet away.

The golden wolf was besieged, and the dyke also had a storm.

And all creatures fluctuate in this tide.

When Wen Mosheng was the Prime Minister of Tianxuan, he was able to rule the world in an understatement. So he had experience long ago?

"Hehe, Wen Mo Sheng?" The old man nodded and chuckled, "That's him."

He looked at his own palm.

The icy cold shattered, and the thunder light shone.

In the eyes of the wood god, there is a bright light.

"At that time, he was responsible for shepherding thousands of exotic beasts and beasts, and was in charge of the power of the world's plants and animals."

This scene made the Golden Wolf Demon God look stunned and his eyes narrowed.

Zhu Qiu'an's words were full of fanaticism, and his own face was also full of fanatical expressions.

"I came today to serve—"

"Boy, how is Wenqu now?" A phantom appeared in front of the tree.

Zhu Qiu'an chuckled, his eyes turned to the collapsed Great Hall in front of him.

As for who the Power is behind it, Mushen doesn't know either.

Looking at the frozen ten-zhang giant wolf, Zhu Qiu'an smiled and looked at the jade-colored ring on his fingers.

Holding a rotten wooden staff was the lord of the wooden temple who gave Han Muye a straw whip last time, wearing a long green dress, and the golden wolf demon in black armor and the devil wolf howling on his shoulders.

The puppet guards of those wooden temples have all shattered, and several other guardians have also fallen.

"boom--"

What if the Spirit Transformation Pond was to dissolve all these obsessions?

Those who can control the power of space are the real powerhouses.

Here is the embankment.

Han Muye was silent for a moment.

Han Muye looked up and looked at the spear stuck in the dead tree.

"It's still human."

On the stone platform in front, there is a tall tree, the tree is withered, and a golden spear is stuck in the trunk.

This is the majesty accumulated over countless thousands of years.

...

"I don't know how long we have to wait."

"Dage, you saw it."

"Boy, let's go."

In the past, we were able to work together to seal the town of Shengxiantai, and we can also work together to open Shengxiantai in the future.

He looked around, the breath on his body was slowly dignified.

More golden wolves flew over.

Zhu Qiu'an raised his feet and walked forward.

"Then, what if practitioners don't have ordinary thoughts?" Han Muye said suddenly with a move in his heart.

"boom--"

Those golden wolves also surrounded the ten-zhang giant wolf and did not go forward.

Back then, when Han Muye came to the Temple of Wood, he was careful when he left.

"The God Emperor inadvertently said back then that when he went to Immortal World, he would no longer miss this world."

At this time, there is no fear anymore.

"Now I am the god of the Golden Wolf clan."

The golden streamer hit the Golden Wolf Demon God.

If birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, he may cherish it, but if he is asked to forget it directly, he cannot do it.

Han Muye stood up and walked towards the dead tree.

"The power of space? No wonder..." Zhu Qiu'an finally reacted, looking at Han Muye with a dignified expression on his face.

This frenzy affected the surrounding golden wolves, and all the golden wolves roared loudly.

Zhu Qiu'an shook his head, and an icy halo fell from his hand, covering the Golden Wolf Demon God.

The Golden Wolf Demon God let out a low drink, and his body was transformed into a black armored warrior again, and he slammed down with a punch.

"My lord really didn't deceive me."

The cold light was shattered by a punch.

Including the three-day battle on Xianyuan, and the possible restart of Shengxiantai.

"Senior, I don't know what Wenqu is—"

The young man had a smile on his face, but his expression was slowly gloomy: "It's impossible for my golden wolf clan to need a wolf king with a soft head, right?"

"Today I want to see if this Power is still alive, or has fallen."

Everything gathered together, and eventually became a towering tree, overturned the divine court that had suppressed the world for countless thousands of years, and sealed Shengxiantai.

Indeed, at this time, Zhu Qiu'an did not look lost at all.

Today he, to those Powers who control the world, is just a jumping ant, a heaven-defying little thing.

Hearing the words of the Golden Wolf Demon God, Zhu Qiu'an laughed and raised an ice-cold sword in his hand.

The Golden Wolf Demon God on the side also raised his head.

"Although I participated in it back then, now I am powerless."

He is earning his life and changing his luck.

Zhu Qiu'an was hit with his long sword, but Zhu Qiu'an was not afraid, but laughed.

Seeing that Han Muye looked up at him, the Mushen raised his hand to put his hand on his chest, and said softly, "People's hearts."

Han Muye stood a hundred feet away from the tree.

"There can only be one wolf king, and this rule is still set by you."