Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Five million years.

Han Muye didn't expect that the previous teleportation would span five million years.

He was overtaken by the Heaven Monument to cross the river of time, teleported to five million years ago, and accepted an unimaginable opportunity.

Slowly retracting the sword, the blood-colored long sword trembled slightly.

The stacked void vibrated and flew back.

But at least half of the creatures in that space were killed by a sword.

Han Muye killed half of the creatures in the old land with a single blow with his sword!

With this half-life sacrifice, Han Muye could feel the magnificent power coming from the long sword.

This is his own strength that is difficult to do.

It was also the tyrannical surging in this long sword that made him believe the words of the young man in front of him.

Under such a sword, the young man not only did not fight hard, but instead sacrificed the creatures who had invaded for countless years to sacrifice the sword for himself.

The slaughtering sword after the sacrifice and refining, the power surging on it, can already directly kill young people.

"Immortal Venerable imprisoned?" The long sword dissipated, returning to Han Muye's mind.

He frowned and looked at the young man.

The grace of teaching the Dharma, even if there is no apprenticeship, is a Karma.

Just like how he learned the ten thousand swords and his ancestors under Mo Yuan, Han Muye respected Mo Yuan as his teacher from beginning to end.

If Immortal Venerable is really in trouble, he won't let it go.

The young man nodded, turned his head to look at Qilin and the other beasts, killing intent in his eyes.

"They are my best friends." Han Muye snorted.

The killing intent in the youth's eyes dissipated, and with a wave of his hand, the power of imprisonment in the void dissipated invisible.

Xiang Lingshuang, holding two curved swords, rushed forward, and the other Qilin and others also stepped forward and stood beside Han Muye.

They did not hear the conversation between Han Muye and the youth just now.

Their souls were infested, and it was hard to resist.

They only saw Han Muye fight with each other recklessly, and then stop each other.

Victory or defeat, they did not see.

"Young Master, let's talk in another place." The young man whispered to Han Muye, and then spread his hands, the gray halo behind him converged and turned into a green grassland.

Among the grasslands, several tall megalithic palaces stand.

"It's the Wild Bull Wasteland!"

"Back then, it was the largest grassland in the wilderness, a place with lush water and grass that all tribes have been seeking."

Behind Han Muye, many mythical beasts recognized the grassland and all whispered.

Many mythical beasts showed nostalgia on their faces.

The youth raised his hand and bowed slightly towards Han Muye.

Han Muye was not polite either, stepping out and landing on the wasteland.

A vast and distant breath rushed towards him, the fragrance of green grass intertwined with the pure power of tyranny.

Outside the megalithic palace, there are quite a few exotic beasts wandering around, basking in the sun leisurely, and when they see Han Muye coming, they all look up vigilantly.

Behind Han Muye, the youth fell, and then whispered, "Young Master, please come with me."

He took a step and led Han Muye directly into the Great Hall.

Qilin, Di Ting and the others flew down, all took a deep breath, and then looked at the various beasts and beasts outside the Great Hall in surprise.

"hold head high--"

"Roar--"

The chaotic roar sounded, and those divine beasts and alien beasts rushed forward excitedly.

Some manifested in human form, while others stepped on the ground on all fours, rushing towards them with a roar.

"Haha, I didn't expect my Yuxi family to survive!" An old man with a single horn on his head shouted with tears in his eyes.

"This, this is the descendant of my Golden Sword Antelope? How is it possible, didn't they all fall when the wilderness collapsed..." A hunched old man with cloudy eyes trembled and whispered.

These mythical beasts and beasts who are pursuing the wild old land, they just want to come back to find some treasures. They never thought that there are their own ethnic groups in the wild old land.

Back then, when the wilderness collapsed, they all watched the destruction of their own ethnic group and the fragmentation of their own homeland.

Most of them are protecting the elites of all ethnic groups from stepping into the wasteland. Once they left, they never came back.

"Ting Ting, what's going on?" Qilin turned to look at Ting Ting, a look of excitement flashed across his face.

Ahead, several people from their clan came slowly.

In the world, the Qilin family still exists.

How can you not like this?

"Some things, who can tell?" Ting Ting shook his head, turned his head and walked to the side.

He was a little lost.

The ethnic groups here do not listen to the clan.

The truth is that the ethnic group is sparse, and when the wilderness was complete, there were not many.

"Ting listen? The place where your clan elder rests is in front, and he left a message for you." Suddenly, a strange beast with branch-like horns on its head looked at Ting and shouted loudly.

Zhen Ting, who turned around and walked away, trembled all over, and turned his head slowly, his face full of surprise and excitement.

"No wonder, clan elder..."

He moved and ran forward.

In the Great Hall, Han Muye stood behind the stone steps, watching the appearance of the various races of gods, beasts, and beasts.

"You protect these ethnic groups, not all because you can see such a scene one day, right?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly.

Behind him, the young man nodded with a chuckle: "What the young master said is that I can keep their bloodlines pure so that I can continue to infect them and obtain their own family."

Very direct and candid.

Also brutal.

No one gives alms for nothing.

These reckless tribes can survive only because they are still useful.

Han Muye didn't speak.

Whether it is in the world of practice or the world of the mundane, when the veil of tenderness is peeled off, which thing is not so pale and cold?

You can live because you are still useful.

A race can live, too.

Unless, you can be the one who controls everything.

"Tell me about the Immortal Venerable." Han Muye turned his head and walked deep into the Great Hall.

The Great Hall is made up of huge limestone blocks, which are rough and quaint.

There are various rune engraved on many stones, vigorous and mysterious, and the power of the thread emerges.

This Great Hall should be the legacy of a certain ethnic group in the wild era.

"Young Master, my name is Zhu Ling, and I am from the Moruo tribe."

"Actually, our family was just driven out of the God Realm by the great Sect of the God Realm Universe, and was just living in the Quartet."

A young man named Zhu Ling stood in the Great Hall and told Han Muye everything he knew.

The universe of the gods is the real center of practice, the source of the known practice world, and the most powerful place in the known practice universe.

"Immortal World? That's just a pitiful person locked out of the gate of the God Realm." When Zhu Ling said this, he paused and shook his head: "My Moruo clan is also."

In the Divine Realm Universe, there are various major forces, the strongest of which is the Immortal Venerable Realm that surpasses the Immemorial Golden Immortal.

"There are only human beings and immortals in this world, and those who can surpass them are very rare."

"As for Immortal World, Celestial Immortals is also considered a master, but there are Golden Immortal and Daluo on it." "In the universe of the Divine World, Immemorial Golden Immortal can control one side of the power, Daluo Immortal Monarch is a strong one. Above Immortal Monarch, is Immortal Venerable, Da Luo Immortal Venerable."

Zhu Ling had a longing look on his face, but he shook his head with a wry smile: "It's too far, I don't dare to think about it."

Immortals are the end of this realm, and a few people can surpass them. Powerhouses like Endless Heavenly Venerate have already stepped on this Realm.

Celestial Immortals, Golden Immortal, Daluo.

The realm of Da Luo, known as Luo Tian Immortal, is divided into Immemorial Golden Immortal, Da Luo Immortal Monarch, until the strongest Realm Da Luo Immortal Venerable.

Every First Stage Realm is a First Stage world.

Han Muye was killed by those immortals in the Land of Hearing Dao, and at least Celestial Immortals shot them.

The overwhelming power of crushing and imprisoning from the body to the soul is completely beyond his ability to compete.

The power of this power is unimaginable.

"Young Master, Immortal Venerable has been imprisoned, and it has something to do with you." Zhu Ling looked at Han Muye with a complicated look on his face and a slight smile.

Through Celestial Immortals, Tao Hongjing is an anomaly in the universe.

He has been traversing for thousands of years, but he has not established his own power.

The Universe Great Array inherited in his hands, the combat power is said to be able to suppress the God Realm, but it cannot be deployed at all.

Because it costs too much.

Through Celestial Immortals, he preached the Dharma everywhere in the universe of the gods, and after all parties compromised, let him preach once every 128,000 years.

Originally, such an Immortal Venerable powerhouse wandered around in the universe of the gods, and no one cared, no one cared.

Through Celestial Immortals, there is no distinction in teaching, and most of the people who hear the sermon only regard it as a chance.

But five million years ago, Immortal Venerable taught the Dharma, and suddenly it was different.

After the Dharma teaching, Celestial Immortals suddenly became generous, formed good karma, and scattered all the treasures that had been collected to set up the Universe array.

He is such a treasure that Immortal Venerable can see, in the eyes of other practitioners, it is a precious existence.

Listening to a lecture is all it takes, and getting rewarded with treasures is a little different.

Through Celestial Immortals, you are free in and outside the universe of the gods, and you have set foot in the Immortal World everywhere, and then pass the law to send treasures.

Through Celestial Immortals, the name of Immortal Venerable has also spread throughout the Immortal World, and it is spread in the universe of the gods.

Hearing what Zhu Ling said, Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

The matter of distributing treasures is Han Muye's suggestion.

Unexpectedly, Celestial Immortals really accepted the opinion, and scattered the treasures that had been collected for countless years, sending out various opportunities.

For more than a million years, before you know it, people from all sides of the Immortal World who consider themselves Immortal Venerable disciples abound.

Powerhouses with all kinds of treasure opportunities are connected with each other, and the forces behind them are united, and they have become giants before they know it.

By the time the big forces in the Divine Realm Universe reacted, the Celestial Immortals had become something that everyone feared.

"In that battle, the Immortal Domain was shattered in ten directions, and the universe of the Divine Realm was smashed to pieces." Zhu Ling's eyes flickered, as if he had seen that battle against the sky with his own eyes.

Countless Immortal World Beat Up God World Universe, breaking the fairy god Barrier, the hidden forces of all parties in the God World responded, and through Celestial Immortals, they used the power of the treasures scattered at the beginning to set up half of the Universe.

In the end, thirteen Immortal Venerable shot and broke the Universe array.

Tong Celestial Immortals was also imprisoned in Shenyuan Tiangong.

But the fairy god Barrier broke open, and the powerhouses who stepped into the realm of the gods were hidden, and no one knew when the next wave would break.

Who has the treasures of Universe Immortal Venerable in their hands, who has received the inheritance of Universe Immortal Venerable, and who is hidden from the Immortal World, no one can tell.

Almost every ten thousand years, practitioners gather outside the Shenyuan Temple.

Those powerhouses in the God Realm imprisoned Celestial Immortals. On the one hand, it is because Immortal Venerable is too strong, and I don't know how many backhands there are. Killing them directly may lead to even more trouble.

On the other hand, the power of the Universe array is displayed, and everyone wants to get its complete inheritance.

It's a pity that Celestial Immortals is silent.

"Someone pointed out that when you listened to Immortal Venerable's teachings, young master, you may have obtained the complete inheritance of Immortal Venerable."

Zhu Ling looked up at Han Muye and spoke softly.

Someone point it out?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

He has traveled five million years to listen to Immortal Venerable teaching the Dharma. Apart from those who were there, who else knew that he was there?

Those people not only Snatch his chance, but also kill them all.

"Young Master, the entire Divine World Universe, all Immortal Worlds are looking for you for more than three million years." Zhu Ling grinned.

Who would have thought that this Yizang was five million years old?

In the entire cultivation universe, for five million years, even if the sky collapses and Fissure digs three feet in the ground, there is no news of this person.

Some of the people who accepted the teaching together with Han Muye back then quietly joined the Great Sect of the God Realm and were reused, and some held high positions in the Immortal World, with huge power.

These people are also looking for Han Muye.

The Xuanling Sword Sect is the main sect of the Immortal world in this world. Among them, the strong fought Zhu Ling and returned with serious injuries. Zhu Ling himself was suppressed by the stele.

Zhu Ling couldn't tell where the monument came from.

The legend of the Heavenly Stele of the Overlord Clan, I don't know when it started.

"The Jiuyuan Pagoda is the opportunity given by Immortal Venerable."

"Mysterious Spirit Sword Sect Sect Leader, I heard the sermon under the Immortal Venerable seat back then."

Zhu Ling's words reminded Han Muye of the sword cultivator who listened to the sermon together.

I don't know if this is it?

Han Muye didn't expect that he would become the person that countless worlds are looking for, and he has been looking for five million years.

Sure enough, the shocking opportunity is bound to be accompanied by shocking hardships.

He felt a chill down his spine when he thought of going to Immortal World, going to God Realm, being exposed, and the power of the enemy he would encounter.

Even as a sword cultivator, he is not afraid of challenges, but he does not want to challenge the entire cultivation universe with one sword and one person...

There are still thousands of miles of ruined world left in the Mangniu Wasteland. Some of the mythical beasts who followed Han Muye chose to stay here.

Qilin and the others chose to take the group and followed Han Muye away.

But to leave here is not to cross the void with a flying boat, but to use the teleportation circle set up by Han Muye to teleport directly and long-distance.

The group that teleports away will be stationed in a Star world outside the Heavenly Domain, and then slowly find a Star world suitable for survival and multiply.

Han Muye didn't care too much about the follow-up, Chen Qingzhi and the others were more concerned than Han Muye.

After being directly teleported back to the upper sky, Han Muye closed Door Training in Yuntian Medicine Valley for the first time.

This trip to find the monument has touched and influenced him too much.

Immortal Venerable chance, almost the hostility of the entire Immortal World, he needs to think about where to go in the future.

Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, his sword ray converged, and the blue-gray Slaughter Sword was suspended in front of him, with a golden streamer flashing on it, and the slightest tinge of blood flowing.

A deep halo appeared in Han Muye's eyes.

He has only used this long sword full of killing opportunities so far.

With one sword, he slashed half of the creatures in the wild old land, and almost killed Zhu Ling, who was already in the Celestial Immortals realm.

The sword of killing can kill immortals.

But now, this sword can no longer appear.

Because, in the place where Immortal Venerable preached, Han Muye used this sword to break the palm of the fairy who wanted to kill him, and cut the futon.

This sword, someone in the Immortal World recognizes it.

Not only this sword, but also his bloodline can no longer be used.

At the beginning, those people had seen his tyrannical body.

Fortunately, after five million years, those people are already high above, far away in the Immortal World, and they will not pay attention to him as a small mortal practitioner.

"Om-"

In front of Han Muye, a golden nine-story sword tower appeared.

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