"Bang-"

His palm was full of energy, and it was directly shattered.

The spear shook lightly, and there was a cyan immortal air swirling on it.

Han Muye's palm had to let go of the handle of the gun.

The wood god shook his head.

This fairy treasure is not an ordinary thing.

Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief and shook his palm again.

This time, a cyan fairy light burst out in his eyes, and the fairy energy flashed in his palm.

In the immortal light, a trace of sword intent was directly poured into the spear.

"Hum—"

The spear trembled slightly, and the wood god's eyes revealed a different color.

Han Muye's eyes were slightly closed, and the picture in his mind was flowing rapidly.

Spear selection.

The method of refining.

Warm means.

In the hands of the powerhouses of the fairy world, it is controlled.

The Immortal Realm Great Sect Blood Battle Sect Elder Tie was ruthless, and with this war spear, he traveled three million miles.

For the first time, the power of the immortal realm was displayed in front of Han Muye.

For the first time in so many years, Han Muye really saw what the fairy world was.

There is no grandeur of this world, but more quaint.

There is no immovable spiritual light shining everywhere in this world, and the immortal qi is swirling, and the cyan immortal qi is only filled between heaven and earth, and it needs to be slowly absorbed by exercises.

The condensation of immortal qi is also more difficult than aura.

These immortal sects may be the reason for the cultivation method, which is more simple and practical, and lacks the grand Taoism of the Dao sect in the cultivation world.

It is a battle, and it is more about close-quarters bombardment, and there are few spells that scold thousands of miles.

There are also spells, but if you want to urge the immortal qi to transform into a form or an envoy, the combat power is not as lethal as the various exercises in close quarters.

Those powerhouses who fly away in the void, thousands of miles in an instant, and can suppress thousands of miles with a single blow, are all the top powers of a big force.

Golden Immortals.

Da Luo.

This is the title of the strongest in the immortal realm, and it is also the realm of cultivation.

According to the memory in the spear, the immortal realm cultivation method is far superior to the mundane world, and the golden immortals and Daluo Jin Immortals among them, if they descend on the mundane world, they can destroy a world with their strength.

That Blood Battle Sect Elder Tie Ruthless Cultivation was still one step away from the Golden Immortal, and with a shot infused with immortal qi, he broke through the barrier of the two realms, and struck down from the Ascension Immortal Terrace, suppressing the Wood God.

Ascension.

Han Muye searched for the records of Ascension to Sendai in those pictures.

The great forces of the immortal world control the Ascension Immortal Terrace.

There are a total of eighteen ascending immortals in the entire immortal world, which is a means to gather strong people from countless worlds and continuously send fresh blood to the immortal world.

However, cultivators who are new to the immortal realm cannot adapt to the immortal qi of the immortal realm, and they need to go through the refinement of the spirit pool.

Wash away the aura and transform it into immortal energy.

Then wash away the fetters in the mortal dust and turn into fairy bones.

The entire process of refining the aura takes thousands of years, and only cultivators with strong hearts and talents can complete the cultivation in advance.

Those cultivators who walked out of the Spirit Transformation Pool in advance would be valued by the major sects.

Millennium.

Such a time can indeed allow the practitioner to slowly polish his mind.

Han Muye slowly went to find the information of the Spirit Transformation Pool, and suddenly, he was shocked, and he almost exclaimed.

The Soul Pool, he thought it was the real Spirit Pool, but it turned out that it wasn't at all!

Instead of being called a spirit pool, the spirit pool should be called the spirit world!

The eighteen spirit pools look like ponds in the fairy world, but they are actually eighteen worlds.

All the creatures that ascend to it must survive in it.

"The timeline is ...... wrong"

Hurry, his fingers trembled slightly.

He finally found the biggest difference between the fairy world and this world.

Timeline.

The immortal world is supported by immortal energy, and its strength is extremely stable, so the timeline moves slowly.

The Spirit Pool also belongs to the extension of the power of the fairy world, so the timeline is the same as that of the fairy world.

But timelines in the mundane world are different.

Some worlds are 300 years old, and in the fairy world it is one year.

A hundred years in some worlds is a year in the fairy world.

A thousand years in the spiritual pool, in the mortal world, it may be 100,000 years!

Therefore, the 100,000th year of Ascension will be opened.

It is to replenish the creatures in the spirit pool.

In the spirit pool for thousands of years, those who can leave will become people from various sects in the fairy world, and those who can't leave will eventually disappear.

But Han Muye knew where they would go.

Their divine souls will lose their consciousness due to the interweaving of immortal qi and aura, and will eventually be used by the people of the immortal realm as materials for refining various immortal treasures.

In the eyes of the people of the immortal realm, cultivators who have not passed the stage of transforming spirits are not considered to be the same kind.

Only the material.

Looking at it this way, the God Emperor from the Immortal Realm completely looked down on the creatures of this world, and it made sense.

If you haven't passed through the spirit pool, you're not of my race.

When a cultivator who had ascended from the mundane world practiced in the spirit pool for thousands of years, walked out of it, and became a cultivator in the immortal world, he had no memory of the mundane world.

The fairy world has been in the world for thousands of years, and the mundane world has been in the world for 100,000 years, and the people they care about have already flown into the spirit pool.

Therefore, those who step on the ascent of Sendai will never turn back.

Not necessarily.

Moreover, if you want to turn back to the mortal world, it means that the transformation of the spirit is not complete enough, and it will be recognized as a rebellion in the fairy world.

The picture in Han Muye's mind flowed, showing a strange and grand cultivation world.

This world is a thousand times crueler than the mundane world.

With his fingertips trembling slightly, Han Muye looked at the picture in his mind and slowly let go.

"It's a pity, I can't pull out this spear." Han Muye shook his head and spoke softly.

Hearing his words, a look of regret appeared on Mu Shen's face.

"Forget it, the old man also knows that this gun is powerful." Mu Shen raised his eyes to look ahead, and said in a low voice: "If there is chaos in the embankment, the old man will find a peaceful place to live in seclusion in the future." ”

Han Muye hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Seniors don't worry, juniors won't come to disturb in the future." ”

Speaking of this, his gaze fell on the golden gun, and he said softly: "I wish my predecessors can escape the catastrophe." ”

When Han Muye walked out of the main hall, Mu Xue and the Golden Wolf Demon God at the door all looked at him.

He didn't say much, just bowed his hand and left.

It wasn't until he traveled 30,000 miles away that the expression on his face slowly turned solemn.

He didn't pull out the golden gun because it didn't need to be drawn!

The wood god has already refined the golden gun!

This person came from ancient times, and his cultivation has long surpassed the power of Tianzun, and he has no serious injuries that are difficult to treat as imagined.

From this golden spear, Han Muye saw that the wood god communicated with the Immortal Realm Blood Battle Sect Iron Ruthless Divine Thoughts through the golden spear.

These two had already planned to reopen Sendai.

In other words, the reopening of Ascension, the wood god is also involved.

It's just that Han Muye doesn't know how the wood god connects with the Immortal Source World.

Perhaps, with such a great power, there is another identity?

These old guys are terrible.

The more Han Muye moved forward, the more he felt a chill in his heart.

Sure enough, as the wood god said, the most incomprehensible thing in the world is the human heart.

The wood god once destroyed the divine court with his own hands and personally sealed the town and ascended to Sendai.

But now, do you want to open Shengsendai with your own hands?

Thinking of this, his figure paused slightly.

To reopen Ascension, you need to sacrifice thousands of miles of void creatures.

What about the closure of the town back then?

What price did you pay for sealing the town and ascending to Sendai?

Why from beginning to end, no one mentioned it?

Back then, what kind of secrets were hidden?

Han Muye's eyes flashed with inspiration, and he walked forward, but he didn't travel thousands of miles before he stopped again.

In front of him, the beggers in green robes stood there.

One golden wolf after another slowly surrounded.

Han Muye raised his head, and a killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"My lord asked you to see him."

Zhu Qiu'an showed a trace of contempt on his face and spoke lightly.

With that, he turned and walked away.

The surrounding golden wolves also swarmed over.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and strode to follow.

In this embankment, the divine thoughts cannot be revealed, and only the physical body and qi and blood power can play a role.

There are also some strange powers, such as the power of thunder and lightning, as well as immortal energy, which can be used in the embankment.

The power of thunder and lightning is rare, and no one will use such precious things extravagantly.

Following the golden wolf and galloping, after traveling for three thousand miles, a mountain that spread three thousand zhang above Han Muye appeared in front of him.

The mountains are verdant and densely covered with spiritual grass.

That's a rarity.

The messy force in the embankment erodes and can grow this piece of spiritual grass, and this place is either supported by a large array, or there is a great power to sit down.

Han Muye is more inclined to have both.

"My lord is waiting for you up there." Zhu Qiu'an glanced at Han Muye, and then stood at the bottom of the mountain.

Han Muye strode forward, frowning when he stepped on the mountain in front of him.

Where is this mountain, it is clearly a strange beast.

The body of a strange beast turned into a mountain.

This kind of strange beast, I am afraid that there is a fight with the Divine Beast of the Tyrant, and it must also be an ancient reckless alien species.

Stepping onto the top of the mountain, a figure wearing a pale cyan armor and a helmet sat cross-legged.

"Sit." An old voice came.

Han Muye walked over and sat on the edge of the stone platform.

The old man on the stone platform slowly turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's face showed a hint of discoloration.

"You know the old man." The old man with a simple face said lightly.

Zhenyang Hou Duquan.

The Marquis of Zhenyang, who married Cao Yiguo's uncle.

The straw whip is a token of the marriage between the two families.

"Marquis Zhenyang?" Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

The old man smiled, with a hint of remembrance on his face: "The divine court has collapsed, how can there be any Zhenyang Marquis?" ”

That being said.

But if you don't still think about the past, how can you wear this armor?

"Master Hou recruited juniors, I don't know why?" Han Muye did not dwell on the identity of the Marquis of Zhenyang, and asked in a low voice.

"Poor Qi has come to find Benhou." A smile appeared on Zhenyanghou's face.

He looked at Han Muye and chuckled, "That old guy didn't let you do anything, did you?" ”

Han Muye shook his head.

Qi Qi was awakened by him, and at that time, Qi Qi said that he would do his best to wake up the creatures in the other dikes.

As for the wood god, Han Muye felt that it was best for him to stay away from it in the future.

"That's right, their layout should be pretty much the same, there's no need to do anything more." Marquis Zhenyang looked into the distance and said lightly: "Shengxiantai is going to be reopened, right?" ”

Although this kind of thing is not a secret among the powers.

But Han Muye didn't understand why the originally secret things were now known to everyone.

Even the wood god is involved, this Zhenyang Marquis knows.

"Hehe, you must know that when you cultivate to our realm, everyone is suppressed by the luck of this world."

"Once there is a big change in this world, we will all have a sense."

Zhenyang Hou shook his head and chuckled.

Induction?

In this way, is it really impossible to stop the reopening of Shengxiantai?

Han Muye looked at Zhenyang Hou.

"I know that your kid is in a dispute and is campaigning for this." Zhenyang Hou smiled and said, "I'll show you a clear way." ”

The smile on his face retracted and turned solemn.

"If you want to survive in the Dao struggle, the only way is to reunite with the Divine Court."

"Those old guys destroyed the Divine Court back then, and then sealed the town and ascended to Sendai, and the luck of this world was a mess, only by reuniting the Divine Court and sorting out the heavens and the earth, can we have a glimmer of life."

Han Muye looked up at him.

Zhenyang Hou looked solemn and said in a low voice: "Do you think Ben Hou will tell lies?" ”

Han Muye shook his head and said lightly: "Master Hou won't lie to me as a junior. ”

"It's just that the younger generation is curious, for those powerful and powerful, what means can be used to calculate them?"

"Even if we reunite with the Divine Court, it will only collapse again."

The wood gods can even break the divine court that suppresses heaven and earth, and the reunited divine court can resist it?

Hearing his words, Marquis Zhenyang waved his hand and lowered his voice: "What if, when they reopen the Ascension Immortal Terrace, it will be the time to ascend to the Immortal?" ”

Ascension Dei reopens, and the power soars!

The corners of Han Muye's eyes twitched.

If all these powers that suppress qi luck in this world soar up, then the world that remains, Tianzun, and Dao Ancestor are the pinnacle.

In such a world, forming a large army, Han Muye is sure to suppress it!

Han Muye looked up at Zhenyang Hou.

This is also where the luck of repression lies.

"Hehe, you doubt what Ben Hou said, because Ben Hou has no reason to do this, right?"

Zhenyang Hou chuckled and looked at the mountains below, a complicated look flashed on his face.

"Do you know why the Divine Emperor was killed and the Divine Court fell?"

"That's because the God Emperor has the heart to stay in this realm and never turn back."

"So the Divine Emperor's fellow sect, someone in the Immortal Realm Sect attracted those old guys to make a move."

"It's just that they didn't expect that the God Emperor also had a backhand, leaving this embankment to protect the endless creatures here, as well as the Guyun Galaxy."

"What if the Immortal Source World is transformed into a Nine Heaven and Earth? It's just a clown. ”

Disdain flashed on Zhenyang Hou's face, and he said in a deep voice: "The Guyun Galaxy has been encircled and suppressed several times, and the Xianyuan World has suffered heavy losses. ”

What he said was the truth.

But with those great powers, these losses can still be borne by the land where the ancient gods fell.

"Back then, the God Emperor Na Cao family daughter was the concubine, Cao Yi was the uncle of the country, the army suppressed the Quartet, and had the heart of an independent realm."

"This violates the rules of his sect and leads to death."

"At the critical moment, the God Emperor sacrificed himself to protect the living beings here, and most importantly, he wanted to protect Cao Guifei and the Prince of the Divine Court."

Han Muye didn't know any of the secrets that Zhenyang Hou said.

He didn't know that the Divine Court had collapsed, the God Emperor had fallen, and there was still the Immortal Realm behind him.

Looking at it this way, the so-called immortal world has no communication with this world.

It's just made up, in order to calm the suspicions of future generations.

The Spirit Pool has already left the two realms without much involvement, and with some fabricated information, it can indeed confuse the public.

"Han Muye, Wenqu is reborn, reincarnated and rebuilt, and he is in the Tianxuan World."

"I need you to do something."

Looking at Han Muye, Zhenyang Hou's eyes revealed a spiritual light.

"Find the prince who is wandering in the Guyun Galaxy, take out the sword of the God Emperor who suppressed the embankment, and send them to Wenqu."

Prince of the Divine Court.

The Sword of the God-Emperor.

Han Muye stood up and took a step back.

"Senior, I'm afraid I can't do anything about your task."

Is this kind of thing he can take?

Zhenyang Hou looked at him, and the aura on his body slowly condensed.

A bloody aura began to spread.