Zhou Tian Divine Realm, this is the place that all cultivators yearn for.

Because this is the end of the world, the pinnacle of all power.

In a world full of golden streamers flashing, Han Muye could feel the slightest hint of divine intertwining around him.

Cultivating in such a world is indeed faster than the mortal world and the immortal world, and the level of strength is more than a step stronger.

It is no wonder that the three major Jedi of the Rain Immortal Realm have to gather the entire world to resist the attack of the Protoss.

For the Zhou Tian God Realm, the Immortal Realm is not only a vassal existence, but also a hunting ground for sharpening strength.

In turn, the Zhou Tian Divine Realm will also give the immortal cultivators of the Immortal Realm a chance, so that they can have the opportunity to enter the Zhou Tian Divine Realm and get the opportunity.

For example, the heyday of the meeting was such an opportunity.

Countless immortal cultivators want to fight for the ranking of the Peak Society.

The sword of the primordial god transformed by the sword of killing exploded, scattering into a gray dust mist.

This dust mist is the power of the Cave Heaven that was collected before, and it is also the foundation of Han Muye's own Cave Heaven cultivation in the future.

Is there anything stronger in cultivating in this world than planting a cave in the Great Luo Zhou Heavenly God Realm?

In the future, his killing sword will stay in the Great Luo Zhou Heavenly Divine Realm, slowly cultivate, and gather the power of the Cave Heaven.

Anyway, this killing sword can't appear in the immortal realm, so it's better to stay in the divine realm directly.

Dust and mist surged, and countless thunderbolts fell.

A turbid world emerges.

"Hugh—"

In the void, a strange beast flew away, with a greedy look on its face, and crashed headlong into the newborn world.

If it can enter this world and become the master of this world, then its power will be blessed a hundredfold.

The premise, of course, is that the world is ownerless.

It's a pity that this world has a master.

"Cangchang—"

The sword light shone, and the body of the ten-zhang alien beast was directly broken in two, and the intense blood light sprayed dyed the surrounding sky into blood red.

"It's okay, to sacrifice this world with blood, to show that this world is full of killing power."

Han Muye whispered, and the Sword Killing Yuan God turned into his figure.

Dongtian was also included in the primordial spirit.

For others to cultivate, the cave heaven needs to be exalted for nine days first, and cultivate to the power of the cave void.

But Han Muye's cultivation was not a step-by-step practice at all.

This cave heaven is also a cave heaven essence that directly refines an immortal monarch's overhaul.

As long as he was completely refined, his spiritual path cultivation would be able to go straight to the refining void and carry this cave heaven with him.

Putting away the cave, Han Muye looked around, with a smile on his face.

"It's rare to come to the God Realm, so why should I take a walk."

His primordial spirit is entrusted to the cave sky, and he can stay in the divine realm for a long time, but his divine soul cannot.

This time the spirit returns, and I don't know when I will be able to come to the god realm again.

The figure was solid, and then he found a direction, and he flew away directly.

Compared to the Divine Realm and the Immortal Realm, there seems to be no difference except that the void is full of divine power.

The stars, some of which have long been dead, and some of which are still flickering.

Finding a star that didn't seem to be very strong, the body of the primordial god gently hid its tracks and landed on it.

The power of the Star World did not contradict him.

This is because the cave heaven that he refined from the primordial god is already a member of the divine realm.

…

For the heaven and earth forces of the divine realm, he is not an outsider.

The Protoss in this Star World was no different from what Han Muye had seen before, and at most there was a slight difference in clothing.

It's just that the cultivation of the Protoss is stronger than that of the mortal world and the immortal world, and the Protoss on this star, even if it is just a child, can see that the physical body is stable and has at least the power to build a foundation.

In other words, the weakest of this Protoss is the realm.

Such a world powerhouse can't guess how strong it is at all.

Looking at these Protoss, Han Muye's respect for Tongtian Immortal Venerable was one more point.

Other powerhouses may only want to integrate into such a divine realm, but Tongtian Immortal Venerable is willing to break the shackles of this divine realm and give everyone a chance to enter the divine realm.

"When—"

A brass bell rang out in the void.

"Quick, the altar is opened, and all the clansmen above the age of 100 and under the age of 200 must receive the divine revelation."

An old Protoss held a wooden staff in his hand and shouted.

Suddenly, there were a number of gods rushing around.

These people have a lot of qi and blood on their bodies, and their cultivation is basically around the Heavenly Realm.

Above the age of 100, the heavenly realm below the age of 200, this speed is not fast, nor is it slow.

In the end, it is the Protoss, and it is born to practice smoothly.

Han Muye looked up at the huge altar in front of him.

Three layers of bluestone are piled up, and the divine patterns on it are staggered.

These divine patterns were imprinted in his mind, and the effect of this was instantly analyzed.

"Extraction of divinity?"

"No, it's not exactly extraction, it's also infusion."

Ahead, a tall and sturdy god in a sackcloth shirt stepped onto the altar, and the Dao Divine Pattern lit up, enveloping him.

The light that shines through the divine pattern is like armor.

He walked forward step by step, and the divine light on his body became even brighter.

"Turg is inspired by God!" Below, someone exclaimed with envy.

The visible divinity roamed through the body of the big man named Tug.

His cultivation has also stepped into the realm of human immortals.

This divine revelation is somewhat similar to the sanctification of the mundane world.

When the divine light on Tuge's body dissipated, there was a golden star light between his eyebrows.

Underneath the altar, one by one the gods walked up, and then their bodies were wrapped in divine patterns.

"Ahh

With a roar, a protoss in a green robe erupted in black flames.

The flames burned, and his body began to crumble.

In just a moment, his whole person had disappeared, leaving only a surging phant.

Dark Monster!

The Dark Demon Beast is the embodiment of the Protoss!

Seeing this scene, Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

"Roar—"

Another roar came, and the figure of a god clan continued to expand, turning into ten zhang tall, full of thick muscles and bones, and his head and face were hideous.

Immortal Killer.

"Hmph, don't come if you don't have enough soul power, now it's okay, turn into a low-level slave beast." Beside Han Muye, a thirty-year-old young man sneered and looked at the roaring immortal envoy.

It turns out that the Immortal Killer and the Dark Demon Beast are not regarded as the same race in the Protoss, but as slave beasts.

Two golden ropes poked out, locking them and dragging them out of the altar.

Beside Han Muye, someone stepped forward quickly and climbed onto the altar.

Someone flinched and left.

Listening to the conversation around him, Han Muye also understood that the Protoss was considered an adult at the age of 100, and then he could participate in this divine revelation.

…

Divine revelation can double their power, or it can make them slaves.

The slave beast will be sent to deal with it, and those who have doubled their strength will have the qualification to practice in the divine realm and reproduce offspring.

It is only through divine revelation that the true Protoss is the Divine Race.

Han Muye looked at the staggered divine light, and his face moved.

Every altar opened, and there were many gods who participated in the divine revelation.

But it is the majority who become slaves.

No wonder there are countless dark demonic beasts and immortal killers outside the Burial Immortal City.

Looking at it this way, the Protoss is using these useless races to consume.

"How's it going, scared?" Seeing that Han Muye's footsteps did not move, the thirty-year-old young man who was standing beside him before turned around with a trace of disdain on his face.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged and he walked forward.

He was also interested in this revelation.

The young man sneered and stepped directly onto the altar.

One step on the altar is filled with divine light.

Han Muye also stepped on it.

Under his feet, the Dao Dao divine light turned into a pillar of light and enveloped him.

The divine light entered his body, and he could feel that this power was constantly converging.

It's a pity that he is only the body of the primordial god now, and the power he gathers is only hidden in the body, and it has no effect.

"Ah, I don't want to be a slave!" The thirty-year-old man suddenly roared in pain, and flames began to rise from his body.

Han Muye's heart moved, and he raised his hand and pressed it on the young man's shoulder.

A trace of divinity was introduced into his body.

The flames on the young man's body began to dissipate.

"Thank you." The young man clenched his fists and showed gratitude.

Han Muye nodded, feeling the change in the strength of his body after a little more divinity.

This power, perhaps, can have another effect.

He walked briskly, divine power surging, and then quietly spread out.

At the moment when the divinity dispersed, a curtain of light appeared above him.

With the power of divinity, gather the power of the divine soul, and weave it into a god list!

This is the first time that the God List has appeared in the God Realm.

When Han Muye was in the mundane world, he used the power of his divine soul to induce his wish power to turn into a god list.

In the fairy world, he washed away the resentment in the wasteland, and then gathered on the god list.

And this time, he was in the god realm, and with the divinity that escaped from the god realm, he condensed into a god list.

This golden god list just appeared, and the few gods who couldn't control the aura on their bodies and were about to be burned out by the black flames, the excess divinity on their bodies was absorbed at once.

Those Protoss looked up at this god list with pale faces, and they all bowed down excitedly.

This trace of divine power was drawn from them, and at the same time, it also gathered a trace of their divine soul power.

After that, they had a slight sense of the god list.

The Divine List dissipated after the end of the entire Divine Revelation.

No one knows what this inexplicable treasure is.

Even those outside the altar didn't know it existed.

On the altar, only the gods who have been rescued by the god list can sense the god list.

In the future, when they go to other places, when they encounter the Divine Revelation, they can attract the Divine List to help those who cannot survive the Divine Revelation to survive the Divine Revelation safely.

"Fengshen List, this is the divine object of my god clan." The young man in his thirties whispered softly, his face full of devotion.

It's not just him, but the other gods who have survived the divine revelation because of the god list are all pious.

…

They believe that this god list is their chance, a god of the gods, and they are here to save every god race.

They will also bring this god list to all parts of the divine realm.

At this time, Han Muye, who had already left the Star World, had an extra scroll in his body.

He found a hidden place and scattered the cave.

The cave turned into an illusory world, and then the sword was hidden in it, slowly vibrating.

The golden god list fluttered in the sky, attracting a trace of divinity to shine.

Here, behind is Han Muye's cave.

The god list is here, and it may have an unexpected effect.

When the cave was arranged, his spirit slowly dispersed.

In the Burial Immortal City, Han Muye in the big tent opened his eyes.

Outside the big tent, there are already elite members of the Sword Sect gathered.

Han Muye stood up, walked out of the big tent, and looked ahead: "Senior brothers, who did not fight yesterday, will be stationed in the city with me today." ”

A moment later, the sword light shone, the streamer flashed, and the roar exploded.

"It's the Sword Immortal of the Xuanling Sword Sect!"

"They're going to the city again."

"Do you want to kill God today?"

Countless voices rang out, and many people flew up and followed in the direction of the city.

In the past, the front-line city that didn't even dare to get close to it has become a place where countless immortal cultivators stop.

When Han Muye and the others landed at the head of the city and protected a position, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators fell behind.

Outside the city, there are some dark demonic beasts scattered around, and there are not many immortal killers.

It is also a poor man, if the divine revelation does not pass, he can only become a slave beast.

Han Muye shook his head, and he had no interest in making a move.

However, those new Sword Sect disciples were eager to try, formed a sword formation, flew out of the city, and swept back in a circle.

Behind, those immortal cultivators watched them swaggering back and forth like this, and they couldn't help it anymore and flew out.

"Twenty-three thousand eight hundred years after coming to bury the Immortal City, I Du Chenggong finally set foot outside the city!" A white-bearded old man looked up to the sky and roared, full of qi and blood.

There were many immortal cultivators like him, all of whom were standing outside the city, with surging fighting intent and roaring arrogantly.

This is a kind of madness from the bottom of the heart, a backlash from countless thousands of years of suppression, and a rebellion of countless years of humiliation in the fairy world.

It's a kind of sprout.

Looking at the immortal cultivators who were shouting below, Han Muye waved his hand lightly and said, "Prepare the Heaven Breaking Crossbow and give them the Golden Sword of Suppressing Evil that was not used yesterday." ”

In the distance, there was already a figure of the Protoss.

Such a provocation from the Burial Immortal City would naturally make those Protoss unable to wait any longer.

"Hum—"

At the head of the city, a sky-breaking crossbow appeared, and the long crossbow arrows flashed with cold light.

Several Sword Sect disciples flew down and handed over a golden multi-bladed battle knife with a handle ten zhang long to those immortal cultivators who were slightly flustered.

Those people took the sword in surprise, but they mastered the method of control in a moment.

"Whew-"

The sound of the horn spread, and the immortal cultivators under the city began to panic, but with those powerful golden swords, and so many sky-breaking crossbows at the head of the city, the formation slowly stabilized.

When a dark demonic beast that was as gray as a cloud rushed to the city, a multi-bladed golden sword was activated.

"Hugh—"

The golden knife rotated, and several golden sword lights flew away.

…

More and more sword light flew away, and finally turned into a snares of swords.

If it's a golden knife, it's okay, the key is that there are ten golden knives under the city now, which will tightly protect Wanzhang Fangyuan.

The bodies of those dark demonic beasts were shattered by the sword light, and their divinity spread.

"Hum—"

Crossbow bolts from the city also began to fire.

Not a salvo, but one by one.

The front army can block the crossbow arrows, but they dare not get closer.

After three hours, the Protoss army retreated, the crossbow arrows on the head of the city also stopped attacking, and below, the golden sword light dispersed.

"Won!"

"Won—"

Countless cheers, hoarse, mad, and crying.

This is the first time in countless years, after countless defeats and retreats, that an army formation has faced each other under the city, and the first time that it has fought head-on with the Protoss army formation without being defeated!

Unlike yesterday, when Han Muye led the army to sweep, today it was the Immortal Cultivators of the Burial Immortal City who withstood the attack of the Protoss.

The myth of the invincibility of the Protoss army is shattered!

After today, the Protoss is not invincible!

The cheering immortal cultivators began to clean up the battlefield, the scattered divinity was picked up, and all kinds of materials that could be recovered were recovered.

It was the remains of the crossbow arrows that were shot, and they were all brought back by those immortal cultivators.

One by one, the immortal cultivators walked to the head of the city, put down the golden sword that had been broken, and put the gathered divinity on the ground.

There are about two thousand scattered divinities, as well as some other materials.

The value of these divinities is not low, but it is not comparable to the consumption of today's crossbow arrows and golden knives.

"We'll take half of it, and you'll take the rest." Han Muye looked at the pile of divinity and spoke loudly.

Bai Tu and the others stepped forward and took half of the divinity, and then everyone put away their bows and crossbows, and walked away.

At the head of the city, everyone looked at each other, took back the divinity that Han Muye and they did not take away, and then exchanged merit for merit in the city.

"Big brother, this is a bit of a loss......" When he returned to the camp, Zhao Chen thought about it and muttered in a low voice.

Naturally, it was a loss, probably a loss of nearly 500 million fairy spirit stones.

"What, can't afford to lose?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face: "I can afford to lose money, such a small loss, even if it is three or two years, it will not matter." ”

Speaking of this, his eyes lit up.

Su Jian, who was standing in the rear, said with a smile: "If the Burial Immortal City can win such a small victory in three or two years, then the accumulated battle intent is so strong, I'm afraid that the gods on the opposite side will panic." ”

As the saying goes, we are united.

Before, the Burial Immortal City had been suppressed by the Protoss, and for so many years, everyone was used to it, and they all felt that they would die if they went out of the city.

As long as you go to the head of the city, you are ready to die.

Han Muye arrived for three days, three battles, big victories and small victories, which boosted the morale of the city.

If everyone dares to fight, then the combat power of the Burial Immortal City may not know how many times it will increase.

And with enough divinity exchange, everyone has the resources to improve their cultivation, and the great array of the Burial Immortal City, the God Slaughtering War Puppet, can have stronger strength.

"Let's see if the Protoss can hold it up like this." Han Muye turned his head to look in the direction of the city and whispered softly.

Every day after that, he, Su Jian and the others led half of the elite of the Sword Sect to the head of the city to garrison.

Every time they fled, they were greeted with cheers.

…

Countless figures flickered, following them to the top of the city.

They have also become accustomed to directly distributing war equipment, defending the city, and then some of them go out of the city to form a formation.

When the Protoss came to attack, all kinds of war equipment were launched to defend the position.

It's not that the Protoss doesn't have a strong man coming.

It's just that whenever an immortal monarch arrives, there are also immortal monarchs in the city.

This is not a tragic battle, the immortal realm has consumed the battle equipment, and the protoss has only lost some insignificant dark demonic beasts and immortal killing envoys.

Ten days later, Han Muye and the others went into battle and garrisoned a section of the city.

If it had been in the past, the city would have breathed a sigh of relief, and the immortal cultivators who had been rotated would have to thank God for coming back alive.

But now, no one wants to leave.

Look at the scenery at the head of the city every day, pick up some divinity from time to time, or sometimes go out of the city for a walk. Isn't that good?

As a result, a scene that had not been seen in the Burial Immortal City for 10,000 years appeared.

Every day, there are dozens of times more people stationed at the head of the city, and the crowds are crowded.

Even those black-armored war puppets have to give up some places.

Han Muye and they were stationed in the Burial Immortal City for the first month, and the army went out of the city for twenty-five days, and there were not many dark demonic beasts and immortal killers killed.

It's the Protoss, and there are some hunting.

……

Xuanling Sword Sect, trading hall.

It's also crowded.

Two old men in golden robes stood in front, and behind them were a group of representatives of various sects.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the treasures prepared for the Yunlan Sword Immortal have been prepared." An old man in a golden robe with a long sword behind his back looked around and smiled.

"It's just that time is in a hurry after all," a trace of regret appeared on his face: "The things we took out are far less valuable than the Yunlan Sword Immortals they sent back." ”

These words made everyone around nod.

Those divine and divine realm treasures were sent back to the immortal realm, and their value had increased several times, not to mention, they were still good things that could really improve their cultivation and combat power.

There are no too many of these treasures.

Compared to the various treasures that Han Muye and the others had been sending back one after another recently, the various parties in the immortal realm had indeed prepared less.

"But don't worry, we're already stepping up our efforts."

"According to Zhao Shaodong's requirements, refine those powerful battle equipment."

Another brocade-robed old man raised his hand and took out a scroll with divine light, and a trace of madness flashed on his face.

"This is the commendation scroll sent by the Burial Immortal City!"

"The five Immortal Monarchs of the Burial Immortal City jointly affirm our actions of helping Yunlan Sword Immortal with all our might."

Five Immortal Monarchs Jointly!

What an honor!

All around, the representatives of the various sects who were surrounding them were all whispering.

"Okay, this time we will send the treasure over, hoping to help Yunlan Sword Immortal and them and make another great achievement."

The brocade-robed old man raised his hand and lined up on the light array with one palm.

The fairy light shone brightly, and a pillar of light rose.

At this time, in the main hall of the Burial Immortal City opposite the pillar of light, Zhao Chen and Han Muye were also waiting.

"In the past month or so, we have lost nearly 10 billion immortal spirit stones."

"It doesn't matter if the fairy spirit stone is lost, the key is the wear and tear of the battle equipment."

Zhao Chen tugged at his fingers, then looked up at the light array that lit up in front of him: "If those big sects don't give enough benefits, let's tear up the agreement." ”

"No one expected that big brother, you brought reinforcements and guarded the Burial Immortal City so safely."

…

Who would have thought that now that the battle intent of the Burial Immortal City is surging, it will dare to attack the army of the Protoss.

In this way, there is more and more divinity in the folding.

The big array is also getting stronger and stronger, and even the power of the war puppets has quietly increased to a new level.

At the beginning, in order to improve the level of the war puppet, a group of strong people calculated and went to the Bitter Immortal Domain to find the bloodline divine pill.

"Hum—"

The light flashed, and several storage bags appeared.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to catch it, and Zhao Chen held a piece of jade slip in his hand.

"Nine Heavenly Thunderbolts, so few?"

"Thirty Wanhua Heavenly Thunder Beads, I'm embarrassed to take out this little thing."

"Hey, one of the gods and thunders, damn it, one will cost tens of billions of fairy spirit stones, is this a robbery? Take my eldest brother as a big wrong? ”

Looking at the many but small treasures on the jade slip in his hand, Zhao Chen was already angry.

"No, I'm going to send a piece of jade to scold people."

He reached out towards the array of lights.

At this moment, an immortal light flashed, and the purple jade immortal monarch wearing a cyan robe landed in front of Han Muye.

"There's a thunderbolt?"

Han Muye nodded.

"Give me one." Purple Jade Immortal Jun said loudly.

Han Muye raised his hand, took out a large golden slap box, and carefully handed it over.

The Purple Jade Immortal Monarch stretched out his hand to take it, and his body moved and disappeared.

Then, several other guarding immortal monarchs appeared.

By the time Zhao Chen reacted, Han Muye had already sent out five golden boxes.

"This, big brother, this, the autumn wind is not so big, right?"

"Five, five tens of billions—"

Zhao Chen's voice was hoarse.

This hard-earned fairy spirit stone is gone!

"Boom Heavenly God Thunder, it is one of the treasures of Tianyaomen Zhenzong, it is extremely difficult to refine, each one can shatter the world, it is a treasure that can make Immortal Venerable have to deal with it carefully, and Immortal Monarch may die."

Han Muye chuckled lightly and put away a few storage bags.

With such treasures in hand, three or two immortal monarchs can swagger away.

Which immortal monarch dared to make a move at the expense of his life?

Immortal Venerable should be careful, Immortal Jun will die?

Zhao Chen muttered a few times, rubbed his hands, and looked at Han Muye: "Big brother, this thing, can you lend me a ......?"

In front of him, Han Muye's body had already moved, and he disappeared in place.

"You can't handle this."

Han Muye's voice came, making Zhao Chen stiffen.

……

Han Muye, who returned to the big tent, walked cross-legged, the golden light flashed outside the big tent, and in his hand, a golden box was suspended.

Boom God Thunder.

This item is one of the strongest one-time treasures in the Rain Covering Immortal Realm.

When the gold box was opened, a dark ball of light could be seen locked by the Dao runes in it.

Thunder Trail means.

Reaching out and gently pressing on the ball of light, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him, the phantom of Kui Niu emerged.

At the moment when the phantom of Kui Niu appeared, the originally silent Heaven-Bombing Divine Thunder suddenly shook, and it exuded a power that made people's hearts move.

This is a thunder bead that can shatter the world, if it bursts at this time, I am afraid that half of the Burial Immortal City will be destroyed.

But Han Muye really stretched out his hand.

His finger was on the rune on the thunderball.

The runes shattered, and the thunder turned into a torrent and crashed into Kui Niu's body.

…

As long as it is the power of the thunder path, the ancient divine beast Kui Niu who controls the thunder can absorb it.

It's just that the power contained in this Heavenly Thunder is too huge, so big that Han Muye's Kui Niu Phantom can absorb less than one of a hundred thousand.

"No wonder this divine thunder can hurt Immortal Venerable."

Feeling the surging power of the divine thunder, Han Muye whispered softly.

Such a burst of majestic power can really shatter a world in an instant.

"How did Tianyaomen refine such a powerful treasure?"

Looking at the thunder light that was constantly swallowed by Kui Niu, Han Muye's face showed a hint of discoloration.

This kind of treasure is not easy to refine even if it is the power of the Immortal Venerable.

Tianyaomen is the strongest but the Immortal Monarch, what can be used to refine this divine thunder?

If we can solve the mystery of this treasure, wouldn't there be a chance for mass production?

His gaze fell on the shattered rune of the Sealing Town Divine Thunder, and Han Muye stretched out his hand and grasped it.

"Boom-"

The thunder and fairy light exploded, and the flashing thunder and golden streamers shattered.

The streamer triggered by this thunder enveloped Han Muye in its entirety.

His eyes were closed, and the images in his mind kept flashing.

A vast and boundless world, the stars are level with the earth, and the shuttle is a majestic body.

Those, all of them are mythical beasts!

It is a super divine beast that only survived in the ancient flood era, and many have become extinct, and only the inheritance bloodline remains!

Flood!

This is the Flood World!

Or rather, this is a fragment of a desolate world.

This divine thunder comes from the desolate world.

In the hands of Tianyaomen, there is a fragment of the desolate world.

Holding the shattered runes tightly, Han Muye suppressed the shock in his heart.

The Flood Desolate Divine Beast Kui Niu!

This divine thunder turned out to be from a cow that had survived the flood era!

The body of this divine beast that survived in the era of the battle of all worlds has been damaged, and its soul is sleeping.

But its body power is huge, especially the power of the thunder that it guides, which can be turned into divine thunder.

Tianyaomen drew strength from this divine beast and stabilized its own sect.

This thunder is the magic power of the ancient divine beast Kui Niu!

"Hum—"

With this realization, the ball of divine thunder shrouded by the Kui Niu Illusory Shadow began to quickly shatter and turn into thunder light.

"Divine power, ten thousand heavenly thunder!"

Comprehend the supernatural powers!

The power of the bloodline supernatural power returned to its ancestors, and the body of Kui Niu behind Han Muye began to vibrate, and then expanded rapidly.

The muscles and bones are strong, like a body cast in gold and bronze, with two horns that soar to the sky, and golden light flashes in their eyes.

This appearance is no different from the divine beast Kui Niu in the wilderness.

The huge power of thunder and lightning flowed in Han Muye's body, like a torrent.

The power of his bloodline also began to improve after Kui Niu's return to his ancestors.

The bloodline of the tyrant who was silent in the deepest part of his body also had the appearance of an atavism.

Opening his eyes, Han Muye showed surprise on his face.

A divine thunder made his Kui Niu bloodline return to his ancestors, and his bloodline strength increased, and his own combat power did not know how many times.

"Tianyaomen, Kui Niu, it seems that there is a chance to go."

If you can wake up the sleeping divine beast, it will be a strong man who can rival the Immortal Venerable.

Even if you can't wake up, even if you get close to it in person and feel the vigor of the power of the desolation, it will definitely be a great opportunity.

…

To digest a divine thunder, it took Han Muye more than a month.

After this entire divine thunder was refined, his Kui Niu Phantom slowly fell asleep.

If you want to completely refine the divine thunder and control this divine power, I am afraid it will take 10,000 years.

"Hum—"

Raising his hand, a golden thunderball spun in Han Muye's palm.

Divine power, ten thousand gods and thunder.

Although this divine thunder is tens of thousands of times weaker than that sky-bombing divine thunder, it is a divine power that belongs to him Han Muye's own control.

With this supernatural power, countless divine thunders can be refined in batches.

One may not be strong, but ten, hundred, the lethality should not be underestimated.

What if it's thousands, ten thousand?

There was a fine light in his eyes, and around Han Muye's body, divine spars appeared.

These Divine Crystals have the same level of power as the Flood Desolation, and are the main source of creating divine thunder.

His whole body flashed with golden light, absorbing those divinities, and then turning them into golden divine thunder.

Three days later, Han Muye, who was covered with thunder, walked out of the big tent.

Even if the phantom of his Kui Niu bloodline was asleep, there was still the power of thunder and lightning emanating from his body.

The supernatural powers are still undiminished.

"Big brother, you've got out."

Zhao Chen stepped forward with a bitter face, lowered his body and said, "We lost another 20 billion." ”

During this month, Han Muye could not go out of retreat, and the other sword cultivators went out to fight as usual, confronting the Protoss at the head of the city.

The daily wear and tear really made Zhao Chen's flesh hurt.

In this way, he also understood why the immortal cultivators of this Burial Immortal City were so poor, and the Burial Immortal City obviously controlled so many resources, but he didn't dare to let go of his hands and feet.

Can't afford it.

Zhao Chen crossed his fingers to calculate how much he had lost, while Han Muye looked up at the sky in the distance.

"I'm going to talk to the Spirit Sword senior."

With a wave of his hand, his body moved, and he disappeared in place.

Zhao Chen's mouth was open, and his fingers hadn't been withdrawn yet.

"Well, it's all hands-on," he shook his head and muttered, "I'm alone." ”

"Hey, seeing that you lose the fairy spirit stone, I feel uncomfortable......"

……

Flying down on the top of a broken hall, Han Muye took out a wine gourd.

A golden light flashed, and the spirit sword golden immortal wearing a gray robe flew in.

"Wine is good wine."

Taking a long puff of the gourd in Han Muye's hand, the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal turned his head to look at Han Muye.

"I'm afraid you can't drink this wine for nothing, right?"

Han Muye nodded, looked at him, and said softly: "Senior, are you interested in making a big one?" ”

Spirit Sword Jin Immortal licked the liquor on his lips, reached out to stroke a handful of unkempt beards, and his eyes fell on Han Muye: "How old?" ”

"It's huge." Above Han Muye's palm, there was a surging golden thunder flashing.

Full level of understanding: Sword Pavilion has watched swords for sixty years