Sword.

Go out.

This is an unstoppable edge in the world, cutting through the boundless world.

The sword light is as bright as the stars, and an instant is eternal.

The sword light flew down, and with a light spin, it cut off the purple golden crow's head in front of it.

The golden crow that shrouded the heavens and the earth, its body was shattered inch by inch.

The sword light reversed and fell back into the sword box behind Han Muye's back.

After this sword, I don't know how long it will take to keep it warm before it can be used.

Such a sword should not be what he can use now.

"This is, Lu Yue Sword God ......" Muyue Dazun stared at the trace of sword light that Han Muye had withdrawn, his expression changed, as if he remembered something terrible.

Lu Zixu on the side also looked solemn, and his eyes flashed with awe.

The sword god of that year, one person and one sword, swept across the Galaxy God Domain.

What kind of sword is this, it can smash the extremely powerful golden crow in front of him?

"Boom-"

Ahead, everything seems to be collapsing.

Ninety-nine golden crows, or purple chains.

And the entire huge city ahead is crumbling.

Then, all the sights vanished, turning into a dark aura of purple flames.

The purple aura swirls, revealing a mystical streamer.

The incomparably powerful purple golden crow, as well as the city, were all just a dream.

There are such means in the world, just the illusion can suppress so many strong people and not be able to raise their heads.

How strong is the foundation of Ziyang City?

"Rush—"

Not far away, with a low shout, five flying boats rushed into the aura.

The aura oscillated and slowly turned illusory.

"That's the passage to Ziyang City!" Lu Zixu let out a low shout.

Han Muye did not respond to him.

Because at this time, Han Muye had already stepped out and crashed into the aura.

The others did not hesitate and rushed over.

Cultivation emphasizes chance and a struggle.

At this time, the passage of Ziyang City is in front, if you don't fight, you will regret it in this life.

When Zhitianqi and everyone else flew into the aura, the aura was already faint and invisible.

A figure appeared in the void.

The green robe has a long beard, and his eyes are shining with divine light.

If Han Muye was there, he would definitely be able to recognize that this was the mysterious powerhouse who had condensed Xia Ruzhe's soul into a small ball before.

"It can actually break through the void reflection of Ziyang City."

"This kind of means is hard to find in ancient times......"

The old man looked at the faint aperture in front of him, and a hint of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

"Master, you don't want to give it to us disciples when you hide Ziyang City, but you didn't expect it, we also have a way to enter Ziyang City."

With a chuckle, the old man's figure moved and rushed into the aperture.

After he entered, the aperture finally dissipated.

……

After Han Muye flew into the aura, but in an instant, he had already stood still.

In front of him was a void of flames.

In the distance, a large city supported by ninety-nine golden crows in chains was silently suspended.

That's the real Ziyang City.

Behind him, Haotian Jin Crow and Chaos and others flew down.

"Boom-"

Ahead, five flying boats had rushed out of the purple city.

A levitating golden crow opened its mouth and spat out a cloud of golden flames.

Golden Crow Divine Flame.

The flames crashed down and then exploded.

A hundred miles of void turned into a sea of fire in an instant.

The five flying boats seemed to have already responded, and the five water curtains rose to hold the flames against them.

The flying boats went in five directions and scattered in all directions.

"It's the power of rules."

"On the top of the five flying ships, there are cosmic-level water vein treasures." Muyue Dazun's face was solemn.

"This kind of flame power can be blocked except for the power of the rules, and nothing else can be suppressed at all."

If you can't hold it down, you can't get by.

If you can't get through, you can't enter Ziyang City, what treasures do you have?

"This is indeed the power of the Golden Crow."

Haotian Jinwu had calmed down the agitation he had before at this time, and his gaze fell on the distance.

His eyes narrowed, and a flame appeared on him.

"Perhaps, if you want to enter this Ziyang City, you can use the power of blood."

As he spoke, he flew forward, and a wing of light spread out behind him.

With a golden long knife in his hand, Haotian Golden Crow's body was like a god of flames.

Flame to flame.

The golden divine flame collided with the purple halo of flames in front of it, shattering directly, and then being devoured.

Haotian Jin Crow let out a long roar, and the flames on his body burst out, and a sea of fire surrounded him.

Even if he was swallowed by the other party's flames, he didn't care about his divine flames and sent them straight forward.

Swallow, let you swallow.

Seeing this scene, Han Muye raised his hand.

A long sword appeared in his hand.

The black sword body, thin lines of golden lines lit up.

The Sword of True Spirits, a cosmic-level warrior with more than ninety-nine divine patterns.

This was the sword transformed by Han Muye's true spirit bone, and all along, he was unable to stimulate it to the extreme.

This time, after the ninety-nine divine patterns lit up, all the divine patterns contained in the sword body seemed to be stimulated, and the sword body was brilliant, and it was no longer the jet-black appearance before.

"Boom-"

The sword light shot straight out, and it coincided with the golden crow divine flame on the body of the Haotian Golden Crow in front of him.

The golden crow flame that devoured the divine flame vibrated as if it was extremely excited.

The sea of fire transformed by the Haotian Golden Crow Divine Flame continued to stir and surge.

At this moment, endless streamers collided, making the entire Ziyang City light up.

The power of Han Muye's Golden Crow bloodline is even stronger than Haotian Golden Crow!

With the blessing of his bloodline power, the Golden Crow bloodline of Ziyang City was finally activated.

Haotian Jinwu walked forward step by step, and the flames around his body were transported towards the front like food.

"I'm late......"

Whispering in the air, the blood power on Haotian Jinwu's body continued to burst out.

The ninety-nine golden crows in front of them all opened their eyes and slowly flapped their wings.

A trace of golden blood light converged from each golden crow, and then condensed into a golden stone step in front of the Haotian golden crow.

Haotian Jinwu looked at the stone steps in front of him, was silent for a moment, and slowly turned his head.

"Go ahead."

"I'm not going in."

"For me, the inheritance of these predecessors is enough."

The inheritance of the ninety-nine golden crows in ancient times.

This is indeed a rare opportunity in the world.

This opportunity, only the bloodline of the Golden Crow clan has a chance to get.

Han Muye nodded, put away the True Spirit Sword, stepped out in one step, landed on the stone steps, and rushed into the Ziyang City in front of him.

The others looked at each other, bowed towards the Haotian Golden Crow, and then stepped on the stone steps as well.

Everyone stepped on the stone steps and their figures vanished.

Haotian Jin Wu stood in place, his face indifferent.

For a moment, he looked up at the void in front of him.

"You're not going in?"

"If I really don't enter, I'll remove this step."

He raised his hand and spoke softly.

As his words fell, several figures appeared in the void in front of him.

Among them, there are not only the old man who appeared in the light curtain before, but also the figures shrouded in virtual light outside the several figures and unable to see through the appearance of the body.

When several of them saw the old man, they all stepped back slightly.

"Since the little friend is generous, the old man is also generous." The old man looked at the Haotian Golden Crow in front of him, his face was indifferent, and he waved his hand: "You can all enter Ziyang City, but whether it is chance or danger depends on you." ”

After speaking, he looked at Haotian Jinwu, nodded with a chuckle, and then disappeared as soon as his figure moved.

The others also walked briskly up the stone steps.

Haotian Jinwu watched everyone leave, and the golden divine flame in his eyes pulsed, and finally fell silent.

His body also disappeared in its place.

Disappearing with him, there are also the steps ahead, and the surrounding golden crow figures.

……

Ziyang City.

Han Muye landed in a dark city, and there was not the slightest light around him.

This darkness contrasted with the purple streamer of the ninety-nine golden crows outside the city.

"Shine outside, darkness inside." Stepping on the loose dirt under his feet, Han Muye whispered in his mouth.

This Ziyang City has a kind of burning emptiness.

"Boom-"

Ahead, there was a roaring explosion.

It seems that the cultivators on the five flying boats made a move.

Han Muye was not in a hurry.

The relics in Ziyang City are so good, it is impossible that they have not been taken away for so many years.

"Whoa—"

With a sharp roar, a ten-zhang long golden arrow pierced through the void.

It was accompanied by shouting and wailing.

Han Muye could see the extraordinaryness of the arrow.

It was clearly a long arrow with the power of divine flames.

This kind of refining method that combines the Golden Crow Divine Flame with weapons, he will also.

The method of refining weapons of the Golden Crow clan.

Of course, in this arrow, there is also the breath of a true spirit bone.

At least one of the Golden Crow powerhouses dedicated his true spirit.

Ziyang City, why can there be so many golden crows?

Was it taken captive by the desolation, or was it here itself?

Xu Ziyang, who is it?

Han Muye walked forward, and finally saw the figures gathered around a tall altar in front of him.

At least a thousand people, gathered outside the tall altar, the aura on their bodies matched with the war puppets around them.

At least half of these people are powerhouses at the saint level and above, and the rest are also cultivated profoundly, and there is no below the ninth level.

I don't know if these people are all from Linglong City, or if they are a combination of several forces.

"Boom-"

A golden sword light slashed down, slashing a desolate war puppet into the air.

In front of the altar, the four golden war golems held various weapons in their hands, and their bodies were imposing.

The golden war puppet sword waved it, and the war puppet on the side held a large bow, the longbow was full of the moon, and the arrows in it were already lit up.

On the other side, a war puppet holding a spear, the edge of the spear exuded coldness, and the war puppet on its side held a big sword, the big sword was in front of him, and the momentum was condensed.

"Bang-"

Another long arrow was fired.

The moment this arrow was shot, it exploded ten zhang away, turning into thousands of arrows, and then shattered the space in front of him.

The flames soared into the sky, and there was an illusion within a radius of thousands of feet.

"Kill."

The sword-wielding battle puppet stepped out in one step and rushed into the illusory flames, slashing at each other, and the blade tore the heavens and the earth apart.

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

The surrounding space was swept by the blade, and neither a god-level powerhouse nor a flood-level war puppet could resist this knife.

Originally, the thousands of strong people quickly retreated, but they also lost a lot, and they all looked pale, looking at each other with solemn expressions.

"Chong, you must get Ziyang Ding today."

Someone shouted not far away, and then a cyan figure rushed out, and three desolate war puppets rushed up.

The battle golems cooperated with each other, and a few flickering illusory flames had already rushed through the front of them, and then raised their hands and slashed towards the golden war golem holding the big bow.

"Bang-"

The golem's charging process was interrupted, and the golden light on its body shone through, and the longbow was raised, blocking the shadow of the fist that fell overhead.

The war puppet holding the war spear on the other side snorted coldly, and the war spear suddenly stabbed out.

"Thorn-"

With the sound of the void as if the cloth was being torn apart, the three Flood Desolation-level war golems were all knocked away.

The defense of the Flood Desolation-level war puppet was already extremely strong, and although the body was not damaged in this blow, the strength of the body was suppressed.

"Bondage."

It seemed that they already had some understanding of the methods of these four war puppets, and the cultivators in the rear did not hesitate, and a large blue and gray net fell towards the battle golem's hood.

The puppet's body was covered by a net of light, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward, but it seemed to be struggling in the mire.

"Keep it up." Someone shouted, and a silver golem burst out with a golden sledgehammer.

The strength of this war puppet has surpassed the ordinary flood level, and it is also remarkable with this agility.

Han Muye looked up at the altar.

On the top of the altar, there is a large golden tripod about three feet high.

This big tripod is surrounded by fiery red streamer lines, and in front of the tripod, a canopy of flames rises.

The purple flames, with an irrepressible heat wave, spread out layer by layer, and then were blocked again.

That space is distorted.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

What kind of power can make that space both real and distorted?

It's a real blockade space.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the big tripod at the top of the altar.

The divine flames and divine patterns on this big tripod gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"The Golden Crow's Divine Pattern?"

The power of the Divine Pattern is the highest power in the Flood Inheritance.

Only a strong bloodline can condense the divine pattern.

Xu Ziyang, is it really the bloodline of the Flood Desolate Divine Beast?

"Boom-"

The war puppet holding the spear was shrouded in a light net, and then pulled by hundreds of cultivators in unison, his feet were a little unstable, and his body was turbulent, taking this opportunity, the silver war puppet struck out with a hammer.

The hammer smashed into the shoulder of the golden-armored war puppet, causing the hundred-foot-tall war puppet to stagger on both legs and almost fall.

It's just that the body of this war puppet is pressed by the palm of the hand deep behind it.

The golden war puppet with the big sword stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand pulled at the shrouded light net, just pulling it casually.

"Thorn-"

All the light nets collapsed, and the more than 100 cultivators involved in this light net all vomited blood and retreated.

The sword-wielding armor raised his hand, and the sword in his palm was raised, and a trace of light flashed on it.

"Boom-"

With a sword slash, the silver war puppet holding the war hammer retreated, his feet floated, and his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground.

A clear sword pressed against the silver golem's shoulder.

"Yinyue, betraying Ziyang City and invading the Lord's dormancy, is this what you did?"

"Didn't you always want to be free, I'll give it to you."

The golden war puppet whispered in its mouth, its voice converced, and the long sword was raised, and it slashed down with a sword.

But instead of slashing at the silver golem's head, the sword collided with a cold blade that stabbed at it.

The icy sword light shattered, and then turned into ice mist, freezing the golden battle puppet from the blade of the sword to the body, inch by inch.

"Lingyao, you didn't think I'm still alive, do you?"

A figure appeared behind the silver puppet, dressed in a black robe with a cold face.