"Peng—"

There was a bang, and the golden pillar of light above the main hall flickered.

Han Muye stepped into the main hall in one step, and Wan Ling Immortal Jun and the others had already taken the lead and hurriedly stepped forward.

"What's going on!"

The face of the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Monarch sank like water, looking at the chaotic golden light in the middle of the main hall.

The pillar of golden light that had already risen was messy at this time, and it seemed to be about to break at any moment.

The three immortal monarchs sitting cross-legged were pale and trembling.

Among them, the most serious was a golden blood stain in front of the Miao Yuan Immortal Monarch, and there were blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"The Golden Disk Teleportation Array was interfered with, and we were defenseless, and the formation was broken."

The Dustless Immortal Monarch gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

He looked at the Miao Yuan Immortal Monarch on the side, took a breath, and said in a low voice, "Brother Miao Yuan, are you okay?"

Miao Yuan Immortal Jun shook his head with a miserable smile, and said softly, "At least thirty thousand years of cultivation have come to naught."

30,000 years of penance was directly broken.

Everyone looked at each other and was a little embarrassed.

"Can this gold disc teleportation still work?" The Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Monarch asked in a deep voice.

Everyone was busy checking it, and there was a hint of relief on their faces.

"Fortunately, although it was blocked, it was not damaged, but it was a little troublesome, and it would take another three days." The Casting Immortal Monarch raised his hand to induce the golden plate to circle again, and then said.

Three days?

Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

Three more days is the final limit of the support of the Dripping Blood Cliff Protective Array.

What if, what's the mess?

He saw that everyone's faces seemed to be more relaxed, and there was no worry, so he didn't speak.

The three of them were injured, and the three of them, who had repaired for a while, presided over the golden plate.

Out of the main hall, the three of them went to heal their injuries, and Han Muye left alone.

He looked around the caves and left quietly.

The altars in these caves have a drop of blood on them.

The blood beads are all from the bloodline power of the Flood Desolation Divine Beast, and the altar is used to extract the qi, blood and cultivation power of the conservator, and then maintain the operation of the great array.

Now these blood beads are showing the appearance of exhaustion, and the strength cannot keep up with the operation of the large array.

Once the blood beads are exhausted, not only will all the conservators die, but the great array will also collapse.

Han Muye had pills, divine crystals, immortal spirit stones, and even a lot of bloodline power in his hands.

But he didn't dare to take it out.

Because he didn't know what was wrong with the blood beads.

Also, is it really a coincidence that the teleportation gold disk was blocked today?

On this blood cliff, there must be someone who is a traitor.

But Han Muye didn't know who was credible and who wasn't.

"Father-in-law."

When Han Muye returned to his station, Jin Huo, who was wearing a green robe, quietly came over.

He looked around, then whispered, "Father, I found the Blood Cliff to be a bit like something from my memory."

Something in memory?

The golden fire is the inheritance of the phoenix, which can be called immortal.

After he attains Nirvana, his cultivation will reunite, and many memories will be sealed, and he will need to be cultivated again and again before he can open it.

"What's that?" Han Muye looked at Jin Huo.

Jin Huo's face showed a thoughtful look, and he said in a low voice, "I seem to have seen it, and it belongs to the inheritance of the Flood World......

Speaking of this, he shook his head, "I don't remember what it is, but I know that this thing is of great benefit to the Flood Desolation Divine Beast."

Is it good for the Flood Desolation Divine Beast?

Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

Besides, at present, what is most needed is to resolve possible crises.

No, it will definitely happen.

He didn't believe in any coincidences.

"Follow me to the altar."

led the golden fire to Murong Zhuo's place

In the cave, Han Muye walked to the altar, and then walked up to the altar.

The people in this cave were already familiar with him, and they didn't stop him.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, be careful, the power of this divine beast's bloodline may attract your own strength, and it may backfire." Murong Zhuo said aloud.

Han Muye nodded, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to press the blood droplet.

"Hum—"

The sound vibrated and the blood droplets were warm.

The drops of blood trembled slightly as if they were alive.

Without Han Muye urging his sword intent, he felt a flash of memory.

Inheritance!

This is about the inheritance of the Divine Beast Overlord!

Han Muye's eyes flashed.

It's not just the inheritance of the Tyrant, but this blood bead contains the purer power of the Tyrant Divine Beast to return to its roots.

Tyrant, an ancient divine beast, the inheritance of power can be traced back to the dragon crocodile, the overlord of the flood wilderness.

The dragon crocodile of the Flood Desolation is a powerful beast that competes with the ancient power and tears the powerful body to pieces.

It is said that in the flood wilderness, there are only a few kinds of divine beasts that can be compared with the dragon crocodile in the flood wilderness.

And until the flood was shattered, no one could subdue the dragon crocodile.

Han Muye could feel the trembling of the blood veins in his body.

This is the process of getting a new inheritance and starting a slow transformation.

On the back of Han Muye's hand, a surging golden scale armor appeared.

Taking a breath, he carefully probed his sword intent and divine soul power into the blood beads in front of him.

He wasn't sure if he could get the memory he wanted from the blood beads.

"Boom—"

The moment the sword intent and divine soul penetrated, it seemed that a torrent was rolling in his mind, and countless memories were surging.

Flood.

Han Muye saw the picture of the flood again.

Countless behemoths collided, and each blow could shatter the heavens and the earth.

In addition to the collision of giant beasts, Han Muye also saw a giant shadow of golden armor.

Flood war puppet.

These Flood War Golems are no weaker than the Flood Beasts.

They participated in the battle of the giant beasts in the flood wilderness, causing turmoil in the power of the flood wilderness.

This kind of war completely transcends the calamity.

This is a great battle that is more terrible than the Quantitative Tribulation, and perhaps it is the origin of the Quantitative Tribulation.

One by one, the beasts were subdued, some were turned into mounts, some were killed, and some were suppressed.

On the back of the Divine Beast, a golden heavenly monument pressed down.

He heard a scream.

Above the earth, a million-foot beast rushed out.

Four-legged, golden-scaled, long-tailed, with sharp double horns on the top of the head.

Flood dragon crocodile.

Feet on the earth, head above the sky.

The dragon crocodile smashed the golems to pieces, and then knocked many of the Terrans behind the golems into the air.

Nothing can stop the dragon crocodile.

That's the ultimate in physical power.

The heavens and the earth trembled, and countless immortals fell.

The war puppet crumbled.

In the void, pavilions emerged.

Change the Heavens!

Han Muye saw the powerful cultivators of the human race in this Heaven Changing Pavilion, each of them was at least an Immortal Venerable cultivator, and the aura above his head surged.

The power of rules is entangled, turning into shackles and emerging.

The dragon crocodile roared wildly, but was constantly pressed down by the shackles.

This is the rule power that countless Immortal Venerables have shot at the same time.

This power even exceeds the carrying limits of the flood.

Heaven and earth collapsed, and the flood was shattered.

Eventually, the shackles enveloped the entire dragon crocodile, and then turned into three blood-colored peaks.

There are no number of tribulations, and these three peaks are there.

This is a power that surpasses the calamity, and it will not be destroyed by the calamity at all.

In the dark, Han Muye saw three blood-colored mountains

Peak.

In the midst of this calamity, there is a mountain peak that quietly falls into the depths of the shattered desolation.

One in the realm of the gods.

There is another one, which is the Cliff of Blood!

All the blood beads on the altar were not to provide strength to the Great Array, but to appease the suppressed dragon crocodile.

Use the power of the blood of various divine beasts to create an illusion of eternal desolation, and then, so that the suppressed dragon crocodile will not be irritable.

No wonder the dragon crocodile did not appear in the various calamities of later generations, nor did it appear in many legends.

It turned out that it had been suppressed as early as the beginning of the flood.

In the Flood Heritage, there is only one blood-colored mountain.

That mountain peak needs to be watered with the blood of the tribes of the flood to be appeased.

Otherwise, the blood-colored mountain peaks would vibrate, exuding a power that would make all beasts mad.

So this mountain peak appeared in the memory of the golden fire.

Looking at these pictures, Han Muye didn't know whether to be sad or happy.

The bloodlines of ten thousand beasts are stored in the blood-colored peaks in the desolate wilderness, so that many races that are about to cut off their inheritance can find their inheritance here.

It is a holy place of desolation.

The mountain that was suppressed in the Protoss needed to be watered with the blood of the Divine Beasts of the Desolation Wilderness, so every Tribulation would have strong people hunting and killing the Divine Beasts of all sides.

It was the catastrophe of the Flood Desolate Divine Beast.

As for the Blood Cliff here, it requires countless cultivators to stimulate the power in those blood drops.

I don't know where this formation has been passed down from, I don't know how long it has been inherited, and I don't know how many people have exhausted their qi and blood here.

The power of the dragon crocodile of the flood desolation guarded the desolation and harmed the desolation.

The blood beads in front of him shook, and the picture in front of Han Muye's eyes turned, and an old man in a white robe appeared.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal?"

The old man whispered softly, then smiled and said, "Please come and see you."

After saying that, the figure dispersed.

Han Muye nodded.

Layer Abyss Immortal Monarch, one of the Immortal Monarchs who presided over the Great Array of Dripping Blood Cliff.

If others will betray, the two immortal monarchs who presided over the great array will definitely not.

Because they will fall in the moment when the great array collapses.

Han Muye left the cave and stepped straight onto the top behind the Dripping Blood Cliff.

Above the peak, under a blood-colored dome, there was a golden pillar of light.

These pillars of light flashed with essence, and you could feel the fusion of blood and vein power.

There are also layers of evil qi, intertwined and diffused around this pillar of light.

"Hum—"

The golden light shimmered, and the pillars of light began to stagger.

A path appeared between the pillars of light, and Han Muye stepped into it and saw two white-robed Taoists sitting cross-legged in front of him.

One has a thin face, it is the Layer Abyss Immortal Monarch who just said, and the other is said to be from the Bitter Immortal Domain, a certain demon king in the Bitter Immortal Domain.

At this time, Han Muye saw this figure and finally saw the bloodline behind it.

Poor Qi.

Ancient fierce beasts, Han Muye had seen this bloodline.

It's just that the bloodline of this poor Qi in front of him has been purified, and there is a tyrannical aura surging on his body, and it seems that he is going to choose someone to devour at any time.

When Han Muye stepped into the space that was no more than three zhang square, the two Taoists opened their eyes at the same time.

The Layer Abyss Immortal Monarch was fine, with a smile on his face.

The fierce light flashed in Qiqi's eyes, with the brutality that crushed the soul.

It's just that for Han Muye, his divine soul power is not inferior to these immortal monarchs.

Condensed into three primordial swords, he even surpassed the immortal monarch in the condensation of the divine soul primordial god.

The long sword in the divine treasure vibrates, but in an instant, all the pressure is canceled out.

"Hey, you kid has some skills." Qi Qi grinned, and all the pressure on his body dissipated.

The Layer Abyss Immortal Monarch on the side shook his head and sighed lightly, "It's still a poor Qi Daoist who can see it, and he can still joke at this time."

He looked at Han Muye with a solemn expression on his face: "Yunlan Sword Immortal, I want you to come too."

The crisis of the Great Array is now in danger."

"We are already bound to this array, and when the big array is shattered, we will fall directly."

Han Muye nodded.

This is what he had just discovered.

The Layer Yuan Immortal Monarch looked at Han Muye, and then looked at the top of his head.

On the top of Han Muye's head, there is a vigorous luck.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, perhaps, the only one who can save everyone is you."

Han Muye looked up at the Layer Yuan Immortal Monarch and Qi Qi.

The luck above the two of them had been thinned to the extreme.

This kind of luck can still maintain the operation of the Great Array, which is already the limit.

Recall that the other people on this Blood Cliff also seem to be unlucky.

I didn't care about it before, but if they were seriously depleted, they would be unlucky, but now I look at it, I'm afraid it's not.

This is a sign in the dark!

Thinking of this, Han Muye's heart moved.

Zhang Guangyuan: They may have known about this situation, so they sent themselves.

Only one's own luck can reverse all this.

"I wonder what my predecessors want me to do?" Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

He is not afraid of calculation, but he does not want to be calculated.

If he was asked to do something incredibly difficult, he would refuse.

Even if the Dripping Blood Cliff was broken, he was sure to take Han Qi and them out.

"Suppress a peerless demon under the Dripping Blood Cliff, if Yunlan Sword Immortal can subdue this demon, then you can free up the power of the Great Array." A strange light flashed in Qiqi's eyes, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes, in fact, the big array on the Dripping Blood Cliff, ninety percent of the power is used to suppress the big demon." The Layer Abyss Immortal Monarch also spoke out.

"We've tried, but we don't have the ability to connect with the big demons."

"Now I can only put my hope on you Yunlan Sword Immortal."

It's very simple, just let Han Muye take action and behead the suppressed demon.

The meaning of the two immortal monarchs, Han Muye's combat strength is strong, and he will definitely be able to kill demons.

"Two seniors, this matter is very important, let me consider it." Han Muye did not directly agree, nor did he refuse.

He stepped out of the dome and looked around.

The entire Blood Spill Cliff, and even the surrounding void, were full of bloody aura.

This bloody aura was gathered by the fall of many cultivators and gods.

"Perhaps, it's time for the Blood Cliff to collapse......

With a whisper, he walked briskly back to his station.

If it weren't for discovering the secret of the Dripping Blood Cliff, Han Muye might have believed the two immortal monarchs sitting in charge.

He has all kinds of treasures in his hands, and he has a large number of divine crystals and fairy spirit stones, so it is not difficult for the Dripping Blood Cliff Great Array to support it for a while.

But the two Immortal Monarchs didn't tell him the truth, how could he possibly take out these treasures?

Others are just taking advantage of him.

It is impossible for the two Immortal Monarchs to sit still like this, they must have a plan.

Even, it was to sacrifice him Han Muye.

Summoning Han Qi and the others in front of him, Han Muye directly took out all kinds of battle equipment and treasures.

These treasures can't keep their kind of people stationed at the Blood Cliff, but they can hold a few key positions.

For example, the main hall, such as the dome at the top of the Spilled Blood Cliff.

Then, he handed over 100 million immortal spirit stones to Jin Huo and asked him to give them to those immortal cultivators stationed in the cave tomorrow.

It's not that he doesn't want to give more, it's that it's unnecessary.

Among these immortal cultivators stationed there, there may be traitors.

Really giving them too much, it will alert those who want to destroy the Great Array of Dripping Blood Cliffs.

100 million immortal spirit stones can probably keep the big array running for three or two days.

In this way, the vast majority of immortal cultivators will do their best to support it.

At the same time, as long as Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang guarded the main hall and the dome, even if they didn't return for the time being, they could ensure that the big array on the Blood Cliff would not collapse for a while.

Do all this, Han Muye will do it again

He climbed to the dome for the first time, and then stepped into a pillar of light under the guidance of the abyss and the poor qi.

Watching his figure fall into the pillar of light and disappear, a smile appeared on the face of the Layer Abyss Immortal Monarch.

"As long as his bloodline can appease the suppressed Flood Demon Demon, we can pull out our hands and use the power of the Great Array to maintain the blood condensation pool."

"That's what we need to live in."

Hearing his words, Qi Qi's face flashed with disdain, but he still nodded.

"As long as we have enough blood beads, we can exchange them for qualifications to enter the divine realm."

"That Immortal Venerable's promise will not be false."

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The moment Han Muye stepped on the golden pillar of light, he sensed the change in the strength around him.

Looking up, the world is changing.

Flood.

This is a flood of wilderness.

In other words, this is a created fantasy world.

The vast earth, thousands of miles of desolation, above the clouds, there are suspended heaven and earth.

Between the layers of heaven and earth, countless giant beasts shuttle.

In front of Han Muye, there was a strong fusion of heaven and earth.

Pale yellow gas!

Taking a deep breath, he could feel his blood boiling.

This is more than in the middle of the wilderness

"Roar—"

A thousand-foot giant beast swept past the sky, bowed its head, and swept towards Han Muye with its long claws.

Before Han Muye could move, a black giant shadow had already swooped down, smashing the neck of the thousand-zhang giant beast.

A 10,000-strong black tiger rumbled away with a three-legged white bird with a broken neck in its mouth.

Drops of golden blood dripped down and smashed on the ground, stirring up blood-stained dust several feet high.

"Hugh—"

A scream appeared, and Han Muye's body moved, dodging the attack of a strange bird that was only one zhang in size and nearly two feet in length.

The bird let out a long cry and crashed into Han Muye again.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a cyan long sword appeared in his palm.

The sword light flashed, and the ten-zhang sword blade directly cracked the bird's body in half.

"Peng—"

The bird's body fell, and a drop of golden blood appeared in front of Han Muye.

Reaching out to hold the bead of blood, a complicated look appeared on his face.

The long-beaked Tianyuan bird, the bird of speed, can turn thousands of arrows into misses.

Unfortunately, it is extinct.

It's because of the battle of the tribulation in ancient times.

Turning his head, a hundred feet away from him, a hundred feet of black panther with dark red flames slowly stepped out.

Han Muye didn't wait for the black panther to pounce, he had already flown up.

The sword is as bright as a wheel.

Since he is here, it doesn't matter if he is a real flood or a fake flood, there is a fight!

Swords, murder weapons.

The sword light was sharp in the cold, and with just a slight spin, it pierced into the body of the black panther.

Although the beasts are strong, they are not invincible.

Some of these powerful beasts are extremely fast, but their defense is poor, and some are strong but not fast enough.

Some are huge and move slowly, while others are tyrannical and domineering, but they don't know how to hide their ......

The bloody aura on Han Muye's sword became more and more solemn.

Behind him, a surging blood-colored phantom emerged.

Hundreds of golden blood beads had already gathered in his hands.

After killing many mountains, a thatched pavilion appeared in front of him.

"It's not bad, the swordsmanship technique has some merit."

In the thatched pavilion, an old man in a linen robe looked at Han Muye.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the Ten Thousand Beast Blood Beads you collected, and you will complete the task."

Ten Thousand Beast Blood Beads?

Complete the mission?

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the old man.

There was not the slightest breath on the old man's body.

Is it that you can't see through it, or is it ......

"Machine Spirit, no, Array Spirit." Han Muye showed a look of surprise on his face and looked at the old man.

The old man didn't seem to expect Han Muye to see through him, he was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Interesting, it seems that you didn't come by yourself, they tricked you."

Looking up at the sky, the old man put his hands behind his back and said softly, "Do you know what kind of place this is?"

Han Muye shook his head.

"This is the place where the Ancient Flood Dragons and Crocodiles were suppressed." The old man showed a trace of remembrance on his face, and his eyes showed a hint of brilliance.

"Even the world's first-class demon has been suppressed here."

"Whoever comes here will be put to death." The old man turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

He raised his hand, and a golden light fell, smashing down on Han Muye's head.

This golden light was endlessly thick, imprisoning Han Muye's body.

This is the power of the Great Array?

Han Muye stood still, letting the golden light hover overhead, turning into a golden lotus.

"It's not bad, don't panic."

The old man looked at the golden lotus and chuckled.

"Your cultivation has reached the extreme of heavenly immortals, and now I will give you the golden lotus again, if you don't break through, when will you wait?"

When this voice fell, the qi and blood power on Han Muye's body surged uncontrollably, and all of them converged, blending with the golden lotus above his head.

"Boom—"

His divine soul seemed to be out of his body, watching the golden light on his body intertwin, and then merging into a stream of divine light.

The power of the flesh and the soul fused, and the power of the fairy broke through the last barrier and turned into a magnificent pillar of light.

Layers of golden divinity gathered, fused with the qi of the immortals, and rushed in the body like a river.

A golden divine light enveloped his body.

Finally broke through the realm of cultivation and turned into a golden immortal who has the same life as heaven and earth, and can endure eternal calamities!

The realm of the Golden Immortals!

But instead of cultivating into a golden immortal with the qi of the immortals, he turned into divinity with the help of a golden lotus light.

Integrating divinity, Han Mu's ambition suddenly realized in his heart.

The golden immortal above the heavenly immortal should have divinity in his body.

But the golden immortals in the immortal world, nine out of ten have not refined divinity, and they have not gathered the lotus of divinity on their bodies.

That golden lotus is a gathering of divinity.

Entering the realm of golden immortals, Han Muye's body, whether it was his divine soul or physical strength, rose rapidly.

His immortal aura surged, weaving with the gods, turning into a purple color.

"Today's cultivation method no longer gathers the golden lotus on the top, and does not pour three flowers and five yuan......

"That kind of cultivation is not immortal."

The old man looked at Han Muye and whispered softly.

No immortality.

It's not that you can't survive for a long time, but you can't survive in the calamity!

Han Muye could feel that his red-purple luck was covered by the golden lotus, making it difficult for outsiders to detect.

He remembered a legend.

Or maybe I saw it in the memory of a treasure that passed through the Tribulation.

The ancient power survived the tribulation at the cost of the shattering of the three flowers on its top.

Sanhua can be reunited, as long as life is there.

These three flowers are the method of crossing the catastrophe!

In other words, the great monks of ancient times used this method to survive the calamity.

This kind of method is to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation and re-experience the tribulation at the cost of the previous eons being completely dispersed and the luck turned into nothingness.

This is the ancient practice!

With this golden lotus at the top, he will be able to survive the calamity.

"Thank you, senior."

Han Muye bowed to the old man.

This is an extremely valuable inheritance.

The old man waved his hand and chuckled, "Do you know why I passed on your Golden Lotus Gathering Cultivation Method?"

He looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, "You have the breath of an old man."