The people of the Heavenly Plane.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the figure that walked out of the Heavenly Gate.

The origin is complete.

It is not the perfection of the Great Dao that the cultivators of this universe have been striving for all their lives, but the perfection of the origin themselves.

That's the benefit of the Upper Plane.

The ordinariness of some people is the end of what others seek in this life.

The cultivators of this dimension have been pursuing for a lifetime, and stepping on the peak level is just a great path of consummation.

"Hehe, the avenue is complete...... "The evil dragon also looked at the figure, and there was a hint of loss on his face.

"From the beginning of the ancient flood era, to the time I stepped on the overlord level, I have gone through a total of 3,120 transformations, and I have experienced countless devouring and fighting in the middle."

"It took me 50 million years to cultivate the Origin Power to the Perfection level."

The evil dragon is the overlord of the flood era, and he has gone through endless tribulations to cultivate his combat power now.

But in the entire plane, in the universe of all directions, how many powerhouses are at the overlord level?

"Don't be jealous of my Heavenly Plane was born with a perfect origin, the Heavenly Plane was the same as you Broken Plane, it was the ancestors who fought hard from generation to generation, so that we have today."

The young man outside the Heavenly Gate seemed to hear the whisper of the evil dragon, with a slight smile on his face: "Why can one of your cultivation be worthy of the hardships of my Heavenly Plane ancestors from generation to generation?" ”

The young man shook his head and raised his hand to collect the flying dzis.

A powerful man in this direction was killed by the guards of the Heavenly Gate and turned into a dzi.

The quality of these dzi is basically super first-class, and they are also top treasures in the heavenly plane.

It's just that the gate of heaven is not always open, and there are few such harvest times.

The smile on the young man's face was even worse, and he reached out and grabbed the 100 super first-grade dzi that attracted him.

Although the duty of guarding the gate of heaven for thousands of years is boring, who would have thought that such an opportunity would come?

Harvest chance, but it can only be once in countless years.

At this time, among the pillars of light hanging in the sky, those powers that stepped into it could only be surrounded by thunder and light.

What if they were once the top powerhouses of a universe?

What if they were super-first-grade Heavenly Demon Beasts?

The king of the Canaanite tribe is not much harder than a piece of tissue paper.

The sword light in the hands of the gate guards shone brightly, and the thunder light that drove it swayed, each of which could shatter several bodies.

In the pillar of light, those strong people who were originally complacent were like lost dogs at this time.

"Hehe, what kind of opportunity, what kind of price will be paid, when will the world be able to get it for nothing?" The evil dragon hung safely on the stone pillar, with a trace of emotion on his face.

The figures on the stone pillars were all silent.

They've seen too much of this meeting today.

Aren't they even one of them?

The dzi beads were scattered, and the young man in front of the gate of heaven was full of smiles.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the gathered dzi suddenly shook, and then scattered in all directions.

Below, Han Muye's palm pressed on the altar, and the golden light on his body shone.

One after another, the spiritual light shone through, causing the divine patterns on the altar to turbulent, turning into a whirling and intertwining force.

"Controlling the Altar ......"

"How is it possible, no one has been able to control the Heavenly Altar since it was built!"

"This, who can tell me, how can the Heavenly Altar be manipulated?"

On the square stone pillar on that side, countless exclamations were heard.

Han Muye poured all the strength into his body at this time, and with great difficulty, he gathered the golden divine light one after another, and then turned it into a light gate.

The gates of light slammed into the pillar of light.

"Ten breaths, whether you can live or not depends on yours."

There was a hoarseness and weakness in his voice.

Buy ten breaths of time for those who are trapped in the pillar of light.

In the pillar of light, those cultivators who were already desperate hurriedly rushed out in a panic.

This road to heaven was unexpectedly broken, and countless powerful people from all sides fled.

"Look for death." The face of the young man in front of the light gate sank.

"After the construction of this altar back then, a contract has been reached with my Heavenly Plane, the road to the sky, life and death are fate, and today you are breaking the rules."

The young man stared at Han Muye, with a surging killing intent on his face.

"Tianwei, kill."

He let out a low shout, and the team of hundred golden armor generals behind him rushed out.

The bright sword light triggered a thunderbolt and smashed down towards Han Muye's head.

"Array." Huang Zhihu did not hesitate, led the battle formation composed of elites behind him, and rushed towards those gold-armored generals.

But the general at the head just waved the long knife in his hand, and a cyan knife curtain blocked all the space in front of him.

This is the power of the Origin Perfection, the Great Dao Rules, in this direction.

Innate crushing.

There is no reason to speak of.

The sword formation that can fight with the overlord, under this sword light, can only be defeated.

"Boom-"

The battle formation of 30,000 elites was forced back with a single sword, and all of them turned pale.

Only the Yellow Fat Tiger clenched the sword in his hand, let out a long roar, and flew forward to rush forward.

If you want to behead her father-in-law, you naturally have to behead her first.

"This girl is not bad." On a stone pillar, a woman in a green robe chuckled lightly.

Han Muye pressed one hand on the altar and looked up at the sky.

Tianwei.

The war puppets of the galaxy universe were born out of these heavenly guards.

Each Celestial Guardian has the power of the Origin of Perfection and controls the power of the rules.

Moreover, these Tianwei still have the power of thunder and the power of one plane.

"Boom-"

The thunder on his head smashed down and turned into a pillar of thunder light above Han Muye's head.

The domineering aura exuded from this pillar of light made people chill.

It's the power of thunder that can shatter a galaxy!

This is the rule of thunder, which can cross the river of time without extinguishing!

"Is this kid okay?" There was a hint of hesitation on Canglong's face, and he turned his head to look at the evil dragon.

"You guy isn't a good cultivator of the Dao of Thunder, can you come to the rescue?"

The phoenix on the side spoke.

The Dao of Thunder is well cultivated.

The evil dragon looked in the direction of Han Muye.

His thunder path is a good cultivation, but compared to that kid, it's a lot worse, right?

The dragon snorted and turned his head away.

He was too lazy to look.

Phoenix sighed softly.

The dragon is actually quite good, but the heart is too small.

In the distance, the faces of those scattered powerhouses were complicated, looking at the thunder light that smashed towards Han Muye's head.

They were rescued by Han Muye, but they didn't dare to rescue Han Muye.

This perfect thunder is not something they can stop.

Many people turned their heads in shame.

"Boom-"

The thunder light fell on Han Muye.

The intertwined streamer shone brightly, wrapping Han Muye's body.

Outside the Heavenly Gate, a sneer appeared on the young man's face.

"This is disobedience—"

Before he finished his words, he was suddenly stunned.

Below, wrapped in thunder, a huge body slowly condensed.

It was a cow.

Unicorn.

Golden body.

Covered in thunder patterns.

"The body of the cow!"

"Damn, this guy has the blessing of the power of the Thunder Dao Divine Beast!"

On the surrounding stone pillars, there were exclamations.

I thought that Han Muye was really going to die, but I didn't expect him to have a thunder body.

Kui Niu, this is the Thunder Dao Divine Beast.

If the Thunder Dao Divine Beast was killed by thunder, wouldn't the rules of heaven and earth have to be changed?

Endless thunder light staggered across Kui Niu's body at this time, and then turned into a thunder mark.

The body of the cow is visible to the naked eye.

Han Muye got up slowly, and the cow also raised his head.

"Roar—"

He stepped out and flew up.

The thunder wrapped around his body continued to shine, turning into cascading mountains as he punched out.

The team of Heavenly Gate guards in mid-air with long knives did not hesitate and directly stabbed out.

The mountains were chopped to pieces, but the thunder turned into mountains scattered in all directions, making these Tianwei's bodies tremble slightly.

The thunder in Han Muye's hand was non-stop, and every punch revealed endless thunder.

At this moment, all the thunder power that was originally silent in his body was stimulated.

Because just now, his thunder path has been consummated.

The origin is complete.

"Arrogance." Above the heavenly dome, the young people outside the gate of heaven drank lowly.

All the Heavenly Guards' bodies were staggered and turned into battle formations.

An eight-winged god will emerge in the shadows.

In the hand of the god general, a long-handled war knife revealed a dark cold light.

The moment the phantom of this war general appeared, on the altar of hundreds of millions of miles, all the divine light was suppressed.

"Be careful, this is the Heavenly Divine General specially formed by the Heavenly Plane to suppress this plane."

"The power of these puppet generals is to gather heaven and earth to measure the tribulation."

An old man chained to a stone pillar shouted.

Measure the robbery.

This was the first time that Han Muye felt that besides him, there were other people controlling the power of the Tribulation.

Why is this general's phantom able to control the power of calamity?

"Measuring the robbery ......" Han Muye's eyes flashed.

He thought of something.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out, and the endless source power in his body surged.

He wanted to confirm his ideas.

Go against the sky!

Everyone looked at Han Muye, who was straight up to the sky, and their faces were solemn.

Especially the strong people on the stone pillars, they are all shining in their eyes.

They were stationed at the altar and confronted the powerhouses of the Heavenly Plane, and the Heavenly Plane also suppressed this plane with the means of Heavenly Guards.

The Heavenly Plane is the upper plane, and there are too many lower planes to suppress, and it is not bad to be able to arrange a team of Heavenly Guards to be stationed here.

The Tianwei means to be strong, and it has the power of origin and calamity.

Over the years, many strong people on the Heavenly Altar have died at the hands of Tianwei.

"Hey, the calamity has always been a knife hanging over our heads, and so many powerful and powerful people can't escape." The phoenix's eyes flashed with golden streamers, and flames rose from its body.

These hegemon-level powerhouses are not afraid of the tribulation, but they don't dare to be infused with the power of the tribulation.

What's more, how many overlords are there in one universe?

"Facing the tribulation, is this kid really fearless, or is he ......" Canglong looked at Han Muye's figure rising into the sky, and muttered in his mouth.

At this time, those powerhouses who escaped from the road to heaven all looked at Han Muye with twinkling eyes.

They don't have the strength and they don't have the courage.

Today, although they have gained a lot, their cultivation has improved a lot, and they can even have a consummation of the origin, which is much worse than Han Muye.

This is not a gap in cultivation strength, but a gap in will.

"I hope you don't ......die," a white-bearded old man whispered softly, his expression complicated.

Huang Zhihu held a long sword, gritted his teeth, and watched Han Muye rush into the sky.

The 30,000 elites stood behind them, and there seemed to be flames gushing in their eyes.

At this moment, they felt it very deeply.

Even if he is a strong elder, he can't help himself in today's scene.

There is only one person who is willing to make a move and dares to make a move.

"Isn't practicing in this life just to be such a person?"

"If you can't practice for a lifetime, what's the use of cultivating?"

"Measuring the robbery? It's just life and death......"

Perhaps, only these junior elites can have edges and corners on their bodies and have the will to fight.

Others, I'm afraid, don't have such enthusiasm anymore.

"Hum—"

Above the sky, the phantom of the war general slapped it with a palm.

A gray whirlwind instantly formed, enveloping Han Muye.

This power was strange, and when it appeared, it directly covered Han Muye.

"That's the power of the Tribulation, you can't—" The dragon snorted with wide eyes.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he had already seen a gray dragon-like power poured into Han Muye's body.

"It's over......"

That's what everyone thinks.

The calamity can only be avoided or resisted.

It's just that there are very few means in the world that can resist the calamity.

Once the power of the Tribulation is in the body, there is no possibility of escape.

"Hum—"

In Han Muye's body, there was a tremor.

A long sword emerges.

Baizhang sword light was suspended above his head, revealing layers of cloud patterns.

"Kendo achieves overlordship?" A chuckle appeared on the face of the young man outside the gate of heaven.

"With this kind of strength, if you obediently go through the Heavenly Gate, maybe you can really enter my Heavenly Plane."

"If you were willing to worship me as Lord just now, maybe you could save your life, but it's a pity."

Pity.

The power of the calamity has entered the body, and there is no chance.

Above the altar, there was silence.

Everyone looked at Han Muye, who was infused with gray aura.

Perhaps, he can hold one breath, ten breaths, but he will eventually turn into nothingness under the power of the calamity.

At this time, Han Muye's eyes closed.

The gray power of calamity swirled through his body.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already controlled a trace of the power of the Tribulation before, his body would probably have collapsed by now.

This time, he finally understood what the power of the tribulation was.

The origin of the universe is incomplete.

The missing part is reduced to nothingness and supports heaven and earth.

This is the calamity.

The calamity is the power of the void that slowly expands, and eventually engulfs the entire plane.

To break the calamity, there are two ways.

One, to replenish the missing source power.

It's hard.

Because no one knows what power is missing, what origin rules.

The second method is to lead to the unity of heaven and earth on the other side, where the origin is perfect.

The reason why this aspect did not collapse and did not dissipate in the tribulation was because of the suppression of the Ten Thousand Domains Battleground.

The Heavenly Altar suppressed the Land of Ten Thousand Domains, so that its origin was not lacking, it operated again and again, and then reunited after it collapsed.

The Land of Ten Thousand Domains is to suppress the entire plane, so that even if the power of the tribulation encroaches on the universe of heaven and earth, it will be restored.

It's the ruins of the world.

At the beginning, the Nine Xuan Peak Lord entered the Heavenly Plane to do this.

Smash a corner of the Heavenly Plane and turn it into a place where all domains compete.

"No wonder the Lu Yue Sword God will go to the Heavenly Plane and cut down this heaven and earth, he is the one who made the shot, right?"

Han Muye whispered softly, his closed eyes open.

At this moment, all the power of the Tribulation in his body suddenly shook, like a cloud and mist!

His origin is so stable that even the power of the Tribulation cannot be helped!

(End of chapter)