The void shook, and the golden halo around Han Muye's body was instantly frozen.

Even the power that can break through space and time is directly suppressed.

Han Muye's domineering figure is between illusion and reality, and under the endless huge force, he can't move at all.

This is the gap in absolute strength, and his cultivation strength is not many orders of magnitude worse than that of the person who made the shot, just like the crushing of the giant dragon against the ants.

From stepping into the Heavenly Realm to now, Han Muye has not felt this helplessness of being unable to control his life and death for a long time.

The powerhouse in the void just made a random move, and he suppressed the power of teleportation, holding his life and death in his hands.

Han Muye's eyes burst out with a strong spiritual light.

This is a kind of stubbornness that is unyielding in the face of Jedi.

"Everyone, after all, it is the person that Immortal Venerable fancies, so let him go, but those who are destined for treasures will get it."

In the void, another voice sounded, and a pair of illusory hands grabbed the golden stone tablet on Han Muye's back.

said that he wanted Han Muye to go, but he took the stele first.

"Bang-"

The stele was covered with cracks, and golden pages could be seen flying around.

These pages of strange power were scattered, with illusory mystical powers, like butterflies flying, and were suppressed by a broken stone tablet.

"Hmph, Daoyou Zhu, you are also a Heavenly Immortal Realm, so you don't have a face like this?" Someone snorted coldly, and the same pair of illusory giant palms slapped it.

"Bang-"

The golden stele finally shattered, and one of the pages flew apart.

A pair of large hands were revealed, and they came to retrieve the pages.

Han Muye could only stare at these scrolls of paper full of words being fished out by a few pairs of big hands.

On these pages, the words of this mysterious avenue are recorded, and the words are shining brightly, as if they are about to escape from the pages.

If you can comprehend the exercises and records on these scrolls, you will definitely be able to greatly improve your practice.

Maybe you can rely on your perception to achieve the realm of Tianzun in one step.

This is the opportunity that belongs to him Han Muye, but at this time, he can only watch these opportunities being snatched away.

Even if he stared at it with all his might, he could only write down a few words on these scrolls.

This kind of Dao words that need to be constantly comprehended cannot be understood at such a glance.

The deprivation of opportunity made Han Muye angry in his heart.

The tyrant who was crushed under the illusory monument roared, trying to break free from the suppression.

The world around them is constantly changing, then shattering.

These people competed for each other, and they didn't care about Han Muye's life and death at all.

The collision of the two forces squeezed the body of the tyrant caught in it, rubbing it like a piece of tissue paper.

"Hmph, it's just an ant, since you have a grudge in your heart, then don't stay." After a big hand in the void scooped up a golden page, he pressed it towards the top of Han Muye's head.

When the palm of the hand is pressed, the page in the palm of the palm shines with golden light.

Han Muye stared at the golden page, the words on it were constantly expanding and changing.

The palm of his hand fell like a canopy of heaven and slammed down on the top of his head.

At this moment, his soul and body seemed to be directly crushed.

Can't sit still!

The power around his body gathered, and his entire body was suppressed and unable to move, but his Yuan Shen Sword could move.

"Roar—"

The tyrant looked up to the sky and hissed, and a blue-gray long sword shot out from the giant mouth and hit the palm above his head.

The long sword slammed into the golden pages, and the golden words twisted and flashed.

Han Muye understood and comprehended these words, but he couldn't exert his power.

But at this time, he can only fight with all his might.

"Lingfeng, Tianluo."

"Three points, Yuan Dong."

The bully whispered in a whisper that only he could understand.

The voice seemed to mobilize the power of the void, and the handwriting on the golden page responded, and began to tremble.

The golden page enveloped the sword, then turned into a golden blade, slashing the giant palm open.

In the void, someone whispered, and someone whispered.

Others chuckled.

The long sword that slashed the palm of the hand did not stop, and it spun backwards, stabbing towards the palms of the other hands around it.

"Children are abominable."

"I don't know how high the world is."

In the void, a voice whispered.

The big hands spread out and grabbed at the sword.

It's just that at this moment, the long sword suddenly turned, and a sword slashed down!

The blade of the sword was cold, and it slashed on the futon in front of the ba, splitting the jade-colored futon in half.

"Boom-"

Half of the jade-colored futon exploded directly, and a strange and flexible force instantly diffused, causing the void to float for thousands of miles.

The other half of the futon turned into blue light, wrapping Han Muyeba's body, carrying only half of the Heavenly Monument, as well as the only remaining pages in the Heavenly Monument, crashing into the void, crossing the long river of time, and disappearing.

"Today's revenge, he will be avenged!"

In the void, Han Muye's voice revealed Sen Han's killing intent.

What kind of heavenly immortal golden immortal, robbing himself of his own opportunity, seeing himself as an ant, and killing himself.

This great hatred, when he completes the avenue, he will definitely return it!

"Boom-"

The tyrant smashed through the last barrier in the void and disappeared.

"This son is arrogant—"

"In the end, it is the person that Immortal Venerable likes, and he has some ability."

"Cause and effect come to fruition, it depends on whether this kid can really kill back."

"Hehe, it's easy, the next clan of the flood wilderness, just cut the grass and eradicate the roots."

"It's useless, this son came through the long river of time, and it is a chance in itself, even if you kill the next clan, it is impossible to get rid of it."

"Let's try it, it's just a small group of divine beasts, what else can it really do?"

In the void, the sound of the Dao Dao flowed, and finally dispersed.

……

When the streamer in front of Han Muye dissipated, and countless cyan aura poured into him, merging into his bloodline, he had already returned to the broken wilderness.

Everything is like a dream.

But this is not a dream!

Raising his head, he could see the broken, only a hundred-zhang high broken stone stele, and the lines on it were the pages left by the Immortal Venerable.

The Immortal Venerable Inheritance Scroll is less than one hundred and one left.

Blood flowed, and he could feel a formation behind him.

Zhou Tian Array Diagram!

With the strength of the immortal as the guide, engraved on the back armor of the divine beast, the power of this array is stimulated, and the immortal god can be killed!

In his body, a blue-gray aura was constantly intertwined, passing through the meridians, with coolness and peace.

That's the power in half a futon.

The other half of this power burst and directly broke through the confinement of the powerful immortals.

The remaining futon power carried Han Muye through time, space and space, and now there was still a trace left.

The remaining strength in this silk futon, in Han Muye's opinion, is already more than ten times the strength that comes from his own cultivation!

This power was conceived in his body, and he could feel the fusion of the power of the bloodline and his own cultivation realm.

Origin!

This power is the origin of the power of heaven and earth, which is the fusion and refining of the power extracted from the divine realm Zhou Tian!

The level of this power is not known to be many times higher than Han Muye's current cultivation.

Experiencing the changes of this power in his body, Han Muye's expression became more and more gloomy.

Originally, he owned a whole futon and had the inheritance of the Immortal Venerable, but now, the inheritance is scattered, and the futon only has a trace of origin.

It's those guys who snatch their chances!

On Han Muye's body, a strong killing intent emerged.

This kind of opportunity, there may not be another chance in this life, it was snatched away like this!

"You wait, what belongs to me, I will definitely get it back." Han Muye gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

It wasn't until this moment that Han Muye realized that he couldn't be so detached.

Whether it is the treasure house of the God Emperor or the treasure, he has never felt distressed when he sends it out.

But this time, he was distressed.

If the inheritance in the Heavenly Monument is intact and the origin in the futon is not lost, how many detours will he have to take!

"Hum—"

In his mind, the concussion of the Sword of the Yuan Shen made him tremble.

As if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, the flames in Han Muye's eyes instantly dissipated.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the black illusory figure not far away.

"Heavenly Demon?"

I don't know when, I have been attacked by the Heavenly Demons, and I almost lost my mind, and was manipulated by anger and killing intent.

If it weren't for the fact that his state of mind cultivation had been deepened and his primordial spirit had condensed into substance, he would probably have directly lost himself and turned into a monster who only knew how to kill.

Immortal Venerable has said that he can't keep the Heavenly Monument Inheritance and Futon, and he can keep so much, which is already an extremely fortunate thing.

But just now I was invaded by that tyrannical power, and I was delirious.

"Heavenly Demon?" The black figure in front of him stepped forward slowly, with a slight smile on his face.

This is a young man in a black robe with a pale face.

"Perhaps, our clan has always been treated as demons."

The young man looked at the broken stone tablet behind Han Muye, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

A flash of resentment and murderous intent flashed through him.

"It's this thing that has suppressed me for millions of years."

"Those wastes, shattered the wilderness, and didn't even find my place, so I wasted so much time in vain."

The young man gritted his teeth and roared, the halo in his eyes turned red, and on his body, pieces of scale armor appeared, and behind his back, a pair of ten-foot black wings spread.

Han Muye could see that this young man had a shadow similar to the power of the Spirit Armor Demon Clan, as well as the power of a demon cultivator.

Not only that, but the strength in this young man's body actually had the same sense of origin as the demonic powerhouse when he was listening to Immortal Venerable's sermon today.

"It's a pity, I don't like the bloodline."

The young man with his wings spread moved, and he had already appeared above Han Muye's head.

He raised his head to the sky and roared, and in an instant, the blue-gray power of the entire barren old land shook.

This is an existence powerful enough to suppress the reckless!

I'm afraid that this power has already surpassed the Endless Heavenly Venerable who stepped on the power of transcendence!

Han Muye's face was extremely solemn.

He understood why all the creatures of the old land were sane.

It was harassed by this strong man who had been pressed under the heavenly monument.

When the wilderness was complete, its power could not be unleashed, and when the wilderness collapsed, the strong were exhausted, and the origin of the flood was taken away, the strong man quietly changed the wilderness.

It can be said that the current barren old land is already the dojo of this strong man!

"Boom-"

In the distance, figures fell.

Whether it was Di Ting or Qilin, those divine beasts and beast powerhouses were all full of fear.

From days ago, they sensed the attack of a powerful force and had to flee.

But I didn't expect that I would not be able to escape.

"This is, the legendary Moro Clan!" Qilin looked at the young man with his wings outstretched, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Is it the Moluo clan who betrayed the flood wilderness, fell into the abyss, and chose the dark power?" Chen Qingzhi clenched the long knife in his hand, staring at the gray-black power that swirled around the young man's body.

The power gave him heart palpitations.

It seems that as long as the young people spread their wings, they all have to die.

"It's too weak." The young man looked around, a look of regret on his face.

He clenched his fists slightly, and all the divine beasts collapsed to the ground, as if their hearts were pinched.

Han Muye only felt that his own bloodline power was involved, and the power of the overlord was about to be extracted.

This is the suppression of the power of the bloodline, which shows that the other party's level of cultivation of the power of the bloodline is too high.

It can't be resisted with the power of a divine beast!

Han Muye's body moved, and the power of the divine beast's hegemony dispersed into his body, and then flew up.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light converged, and the edge shone, stabbing at the young man standing in the air.

"It's kind of interesting." The young man smiled faintly, raised his hand, and his fingers popped out.

"When—"

The long sword collided with his fingertips, Han Muye's figure was stunned, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The young man also trembled slightly, and unconsciously took a step back.

The young man looked up at Han Muye with surprise on his face: "In such a low-level world, there are masters like you who have cultivated the sword path to the extreme. ”

"Rare."

After a pause, a cold glint erupted in his eyes: "I hate sword cultivation the most." ”

The palm of his hand poked out, directly tore through the void, and appeared on Han Muye's shoulder.

This blow is not only fast, but also breaks the limit of space.

Han Muye couldn't avoid it at all.

Hold this palm, and he will surely die.

"Broken."

The long sword was raised, Han Muye let out a low shout, and the void exploded.

In an instant, the void was chaotic.

The palm that fell on Han Muye's shoulder slapped down three feet away, turning the void into a rippling ripple, and then dissipated.

The blow of the shattered void failed to succeed, and the young man looked at Han Muye, and his eyes flashed a little solemnly.

The wings behind his back trembled slightly, and between his hands, a slender sword of black feathers appeared.

"The last one who asked me to draw a sword was the guy from the Xuanling Sword Sect."

"In this shitty place, there's someone who can make me sword, fucking bitch."

The young man's face was full of impatience, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Han Muye's head.

This sword, to put it mildly, seems to be an understatement.

But the Qilin and the others not far away all stared wide-eyed.

In front of them, Han Muye's body was folded by countless spaces, and then torn apart.

But the torn void was restored in an instant.

Time and space overlapped, and what they saw was a ten-thousandth of a breath later.

"This sword can't be blocked by that guy, if it weren't for the power of the Nine Yuan Tower, Lao Tzu would have been able to peel off his skin." The young man snorted coldly and looked at Han Muye under the black sword light.

The next moment, he was there.

Behind Han Muye, a nine-story sword tower emerged.

On the nine-story sword tower, the faint sword light resisted the folding of the space and absorbed this power.

", the inheritance of the Xuanling Sword Sect—"

"That's not right!"

Before the young man finished speaking, he was already staring at the golden light that flashed on Han Muye's primordial sword.

His whole body trembled, his wings directly wrapped around his body, the black sword in his hand was thrown away, and he shouted in his mouth: "Young master spare his life-"

In front of him, Han Muye's Yuan Shen Sword was out of his body.

On the gray-black blade, the remaining golden lines are intertwined.

The lines were the handwriting on the golden page that had been pierced by the sword.

At the beginning, Han Muye had chanted this handwriting softly.

"Lingfeng, Tianluo."

"Three points, Yuan Dong."

"Boom-"

The killing aura in the sky floated, the golden aura exploded, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

This kind of killing opportunity that emerged from the bottom of his heart made the young man's already pale face no longer have half a trace of blood.

"Killing Sword, this inheritance-"

The young man gritted his teeth and looked remorseful: "The one I step on the horse is cheap, kill the sword out of the sheath, and never die and never return." ”

He looked up to the sky and shouted, "With my demon spirit, sacrifice the sword—"

At this moment, countless creatures in the entire barren old land blocked Han Muye's primordial sword through the layers of space.

"Thorn-"

The blue-gray sword pierced the endless void, and the blood of countless creatures stained the sword body red, and then it was devoured by the long sword.

The sword was pressed against the young man's forehead, causing him to tremble.

"Young Master, do you still remember the Tongtian Immortal Venerable who taught you the Fa five million years ago?"

"Our Moluo clan is under the command of Immortal Venerable."

"I, I'm here to find the young master to take charge of the Moluo Clan, kill the Zhou Tian God Realm, and rescue the Immortal Venerable who was imprisoned in the Shenyuan Heavenly Palace!"

Looking at Han Muye and the sword against the center of his eyebrows, the young man whispered in a trembling voice.