"Boom-"

The sword light converged, and it slashed down with a roar.

Han Muye is a sword cultivator.

From the time he set foot on Jiuxuan Mountain and became a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion, he has always regarded himself as a sword cultivator.

Although he cultivated his physical combat power, cultivated the Dao of Dan Dao, and cultivated the Thunder Method, his sword path was the foundation from beginning to end.

The sharpness of the world is all in one sword.

All kinds of cultivation are invincible to these three-foot Qingfeng.

Han Muye's sword was already at its peak in the Flood Desolate Universe.

Into the galaxy universe has never been out of the sword.

This time, he shot with all his might.

The sword of the divine soul and the black long sword transformed by the true spirit bone in his hand fused, and as soon as the sword was slashed, Han Muye slowly retracted the sword.

This was the first time he had urged the sealed sword weapon in his hand.

A true weapon with more than ninety-nine divine patterns, a cosmic-level sword weapon.

The divine pattern on the sword flickered, then fell silent again.

Thirty-two divine patterns are translucent, turning into thirty-two streamers, converging into a sword and slashing down.

Fast.

This speed is the speed of reversing time.

This kind of speed is to directly tear apart the space in front of you, reverse the endless heaven and earth, and then smash it again.

In front of Han Muye, the void and the black war puppet body shattered inch by inch.

"Bang-"

It was as if the bubble had shattered, and the golem and the space around it had been reduced to pieces.

It's real pieces.

It was as if a breeze was blowing, and the fragments fell like petals, and then disappeared into the void.

After a sword, there was no longer the figure of the war puppet in front of him.

A desolate level war puppet was shattered by a sword!

That's a desolate-level war puppet, the most powerful combat power in the world except for the universe-level!

This is Han Muye's strength at this time.

Driven by the qi and blood power of the Flood Desolation Overlord, the powerful power of the Flood Desolation-level battle armor is stimulated.

Then use the power of the Flood Desolation Battle Armor and the cosmic-level warriors to gather, and then use the three Divine Soul Swords to attract the killing power in it.

Han Muye himself didn't know how strong the sword he was just now.

"Buzz ......"

The sky-killing spear vibrated with a sense of horror.

The Golden Bird and Chaos on the side both retreated slightly, as if they were afraid of being affected by some force.

The Five Elements Divine Furnace no longer spoke, but there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes.

On the other side, most of those god-level powerhouses in Cold Moon City were pale, and golden blood overflowed from their mouths.

The war puppets they controlled with the power of the divine soul were shattered, which would naturally implicate them in their hearts.

The most important thing is that this desolate war puppet is not Han Muye's opponent, they have no hole cards.

Many people have endless fear in their eyes.

The stronger the practice, the more afraid of death.

They don't want to die here for nowhere.

"You, who the hell are you?"

The black-robed old man standing in front of him stared at Han Muye, stretched out his hand, and opened his mouth tremblingly.

How can there be such a strong person in the world?

He has lived for countless thousands of years, and even those powerful people who rampant in all universes have seen a few of them.

However, he had never seen a strong man who could shatter a Flood War Puppet with a single blow.

I really can't understand that there is really a person in the world who shatters the flood level war puppet with one blow?

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword, and the sword intent on his body slowly disappeared.

The battle armor on his body also turned into a faint blue light and disappeared, then he raised his head and said lightly: "I'm here to take back Cold Moon City." ”

Reclaim Cold Moon City?

Withdraw?

Everyone was stunned.

"You won't forget, who is the master of Cold Moon City, right?" Han Muye's voice was cold, and the essence in his eyes shone brightly, as if as long as the other party answered wrong, he would strike a blow.

Truly.

If the other person answers incorrectly, he will make a move.

If he does, he'll kill everyone here.

There are many people he Han Muye has killed.

Not bad for these in front of you.

Who is the owner of Cold Moon City?

Those god-level powerhouses had a look of horror on their faces, and they looked at Han Muye in front of them in disbelief.

They know who is the master of the city.

Although from a long time ago, they felt that they were the masters of Cold Moon City, and presided over everything in Cold Moon City.

But they knew in their hearts that they were not the masters of Cold Moon City.

The master of Cold Moon City needs to be recognized by the Trading Hall, the city's defense array, and the previous master of this city.

And the previous owner of this city was a strong man who could control the flood war puppet alone, from ancient times, and now he is missing.

"Ling, you are the inheritor of the Cold Moon City Lord......" The black-robed old man standing at the front whispered, his face changing.

The others looked at each other, and their expressions changed slightly.

It's a step.

A step for a truce with each other.

If they didn't recognize Han Muye as the inheritor of the Lord of Cold Moon City, Han Muye would kill them all.

"Senior Muyue once instructed me to practice, and taught me all the secret methods for controlling Cold Moon City." Han Muye's face also softened slightly, looked at everyone, and spoke loudly.

Pastoral Month.

This name is already known to very few people.

This was the name of the previous lord of Cold Moon City.

His gaze swept around, and a faint look of depression and anger flashed in Han Muye's eyes: "Originally, I didn't have the slightest interest in taking charge of Cold Moon City. ”

"But Senior Muyue once said that if Cold Moon City falls and even the Flood Desolation-level war puppet can't control it, then let me control this city."

"Senior Muyue said that once you can't control the Flood Desolation-level battle puppet, Cold Moon City will not be far from a complete fall."

His words resounded in the square, causing a look of shame on everyone's faces.

Although these god-level powerhouses controlled Cold Moon City, they caused this powerful city, which was originally a Void City, to continue to fall.

Today's Cold Moon City has long since stopped interacting with the outside world, and only relies on the support of the city's inheritance.

There are only tens of thousands of cultivators in the entire city, and they practice in isolation, and they rarely communicate with cultivators from the outside world.

They are afraid.

I am afraid that the fall of the city will be known to outsiders.

The idea of Casting Yang City to fight Cold Moon City is not once or twice.

"You said you were the inheritor of Muyue's predecessors." The black-robed old man stared at Han Muye, took a deep breath, and then pointed to a large hall not far away, "If you let the Inheritance Hall approve it, we will recognize you." ”

The inheritance hall, which contains the remnant soul divine thought of the city lord Muyue, is also supported by this divine thought, so that this big city can still be maintained.

Although these god-level of them were powerful, none of them could get the approval of the remnant soul divine thought and become the master of this city.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the main hall.

The black hall covers a vast area, as if it were made of fine iron.

This is the Pantheon's Hall of Trading.

It is also the hiding place of the soul of the previous city lord Muyue.

From the memories of the two war puppets, Han Muye knew these secrets completely.

Especially from the memory of this Honghuang-level war puppet on the square just now, he knew more about the city lord Mu Yue back then.

"Okay, I'll enter the Inheritance Hall," Han Muye's gaze fell on the faces of those god-level powerhouses, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "When I walk out of the main hall and get the City Lord's Golden Ring, I will be the master of this city, right?" ”

Everyone looked at each other and nodded slightly.

This has always been the dream of each of them.

Walk into the main hall, and then get the approval of the previous city lord's spirit.

Han Muye did not walk directly into the main hall, but turned around and his gaze fell on the war puppet behind him.

The five war puppet remnants are all disassembled and messy.

He stretched out his hand and pressed against the body of a war puppet, and said softly: "This war puppet is the Haoyue War Puppet, which was controlled by the predecessors of the Haoyue Great Venerable who followed the Muyue City Lord back then. ”

This one actually recognized which senior was in control of the war puppet back then?

On the square, everyone recognized Han Muye's identity a little more.

If you're not the inheritor of Muyue's predecessors, it's impossible to know this, right?

Han Muye shook his head and spoke again: "Haoyue Dazun controlled the war puppet back then, and he could kill the same level with the full moon and empty divine technique, and it shocked the Quartet, but I didn't expect his war puppet to be removed by you, and the spirit pattern of the divine skill inheritance was broken." ”

These words made everyone's faces red.

The Flood Desolation-level battle puppet that their envoy urged just now flew down with the technique of the full moon in the sky.

It's a pity that the magic technique that is rampant in all directions, in their hands, is just an ordinary means of urging, and it is not lethal.

Han Muye walked in front of another war puppet and stretched out his hand to caress it, with a look of regret on his face.

In fact, he was reading the memories of the war puppet.

"The String Moon War Puppet of the String Moon predecessor is rampant with a String Moon Scimitar, and the knife technique can be called the top among the Flood Wilderness-level war puppets, and you actually dismantled his war knife ......"

"This is the Bright Star War Puppet, known as a starry and lawless existence, and you have broken its Star Chain Defense Spirit Pattern."

Every time Han Muye said a word, those god-level people in the square couldn't wait to get into the cracks in the ground.

They only knew about these Flood Golems.

In order to obtain powerful means of control, they dismantled the essence of these golems and assembled them.

The resulting puppets are not as powerful as they think, but extremely difficult to control.

It was the war puppet that was smashed by Han Muye's sword just now.

"Hey, what a bunch of shit." After seeing all the memories of the war puppets, Han Muye flicked his sleeves and strode towards the main hall on the side of the square.

Those god-level powerhouses looked at each other, their faces full of shame.

"This is really the inheritor of the city lord?" Someone whispered, a little more anticipation in his eyes.

"I'm afraid so, right? If not...... "If not, who can know about these desolate level war puppets, and also know the various secret methods of these war puppets?"

"Inheritor?" The old man at the front had a deep divine light in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Whether it's the inheritor or the reincarnation, who knows?" ”

Reincarnated.

Some powerful people foster their souls elsewhere, and wait for the memories of their souls to awaken at a certain time.

Such a divine soul can be a split soul or a main soul.

"Jin Hui, do you mean that this reincarnated divine soul who may be the Lord of Muyue City is now back to collect Cold Moon City?" Someone screamed in amazement.

The old man named Jin Hui shook his head, and his face was calm: "Let's wait for him to come out of the main hall, there is no point in saying anything now." ”

Everyone nodded and watched Han Muye's figure disappear into the main hall.

As soon as he walked into the main hall, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

The structure of this hall is almost no different from the trading hall of the Burial Immortal City.

It seems that the Pantheon does have some kind of inheritance connection with the Heaven Changing Pavilion of the Flood Desolation Universe.

Walking forward step by step, the Golden Bird and Chaos that appeared behind Han Muye, as well as the Five Elements Divine Furnace, including the war spear phantom attached to his arm, all looked around curiously.

The hall was empty, dark, and silent.

"Senior Muyue, since I'm here, you don't have to hide." Han Muye walked to the middle of the main hall, looked around, and said lightly: "Your remnant soul has been hiding here for so many years, isn't it just to wait for your split soul to return?" ”

"I'm telling you, you can't wait."

Can't wait.

As Han Muye's voice fell, the entire hall instantly lit up with endless moonlight.

This moonlight is like layers of thin veil, enveloping the space around Han Muye's body.

A palace nun in a moon-white dress had a chill in her eyes, and she walked forward step by step.

"It's so cold...... Golden Bird muttered and landed on Han Muye's shoulder.

"It's still a female doll." There was also a voice in the chaotic gold beads.

The palace nun looked at Han Muye, and her eyes turned to the golden bird on Han Muye's shoulder, as well as the chaotic golden bead next to the golden bird.

The golden bird flapped its wings and turned its head.

The gold beads rotate slightly.

The nun looked at the suspended Five Elements Divine Furnace again.

"The Divine Beasts of the Flood Desolate Universe, as well as the Extreme Dao Array Spirit, the Refining Divine Furnace, which inheritor of the Great Venerable are you?"

Seeing through the identities of the Golden Bird and Chaos at a glance is indeed a skill that only the ancient powers have.

"I'm curious about you, too." Han Muye's face remained unchanged, looking at the moonlight and the female cultivator in front of him, "Are you the remnant soul of Muyue Dazun, or the Muyue war puppet?" ”

His words made the female cultivator's face change, and before she could speak, Han Muye's voice sounded again: "I didn't expect that Muyue Dazun had actually upgraded the battle puppet to a level that was extremely close to the universe level. ”

"It's still bionic."

"She wants to use you as the carrier of her divine soul to achieve eternal life, right?"

Han Muye's words completely made the female cultivator's face gloomy.

Bionic means to refine war puppets, Han Muye has long studied them.

There is also such a war puppet body by his side, which is Chen Mao's granddaughter Chen Die'er.

Originally, he was also very curious about Chen Dieer's body, but now he found clues in the memories of those war puppets in the square.

Seeing the nun in front of him again, he finally had a complete answer.

Chen Die'er's body is a war puppet created for himself by a strong man in ancient times, and it is a war puppet second only to the universe.

This kind of war puppet may not be comparable to the universe level in terms of combat power, or even the flood level, but this kind of war puppet can already live forever.

It is eternal life in the truest sense of the word.

His body, his soul, is controlled by himself, and he has no other power to control it.

Jump out of the constraints of the endless avenue and get rid of the limitations of the long river of time.

Even if the strength may decline, this kind of unrestrained eternal life is the pursuit of those who have cultivated to reach the pinnacle of the world.

"Since you know, you shouldn't come." The female cultivator's mouth revealed the cold and cold, and when she raised her hand, the endless moonlight shrouded Han Muye's figure.

In an instant, Han Muye's body was frozen by the moonlight that looked gentle, but it was cold.

"Feel free to disturb a transcendent who is about to step into the realm of immortality, you should know that this is looking for death." The nun whispered coldly, turned and walked back.

She has absolute confidence in how strong her supernatural powers are.

But the moment she lifted her footsteps, she suddenly trembled.

A hand pressed against her shoulder, then clasped her neck.

"Do you know what's wrong with you?"

Han Muye's voice sounded softly.

(End of chapter)