Han Muye's palm seemed plain to the people around him.

It's just a means to raise your hands and feet, how much strength can it have?

With such a palm, can you resist the heavy punch that has a blow of annihilation?

But this palm in the eyes of the big man who punched made him tremble, and he couldn't help himself.

Where is this palm, it is clearly heaven and earth!

One palm has the power of heaven and earth, which is not at all something that Dao realm cultivators can have.

Above the Dao realm, the Origin Realm!

The person in front of him, who looked calm and light, turned out to be a cultivator of the Origin Realm!

"Bang-"

Fists collided with palms, and a faint sound was heard.

The big man trembled all over, as if he was carrying tens of millions of gravity, his legs couldn't stand at all, and he knelt down in front of Han Muye.

"Although it can't withstand my palm, it's okay to do such a great gift." Han Muye smiled a little lightly, and reached out to pat the big man's shoulder: "What's your name?" ”

The big man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly bowed: "I, the villain, have seen the eldest brother." ”

Han Muye shook his head with a smile and walked forward.

The people around them hurriedly got out of the way.

Han Muye pressed the charter with one palm, and the others suddenly didn't dare to face it.

"Big brother, I'll settle you down."

"Quick, vacate the best barracks."

The charter shouted behind his back and ran along.

Seven or eight cultivators in martial robes hurriedly followed.

The unkempt old man who was standing aside before watched Han Muye leave the direction, his eyes narrowed.

"Extreme Dao Realm? Or is it the Origin Realm? ”

"If it's really the Origin Realm, then it must be a guy who wants to use the merits of the Death Battalion to enter the town of Tianwei."

He whispered in a low voice, and there was a faint qi and blood power floating in his body.

"Master Lu, what kind of cultivation is this guy, he can't even block the charter?" A thin young man stepped forward, looked at the old man and asked in a low voice.

The old man shook his head, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "It doesn't matter what he cultivates, what he can do is to live long in the death camp." ”

These words made everyone around him smile.

However, everyone looked in the direction of Han Muye, and there was more light in their eyes.

In the death camp, if you rely on the strong, you can live longer.

……

The big tent that the charter gave to Han Muye Xun was not small, and it was supported by the fur of alien beasts, revealing a bright light.

The charter also describes the camp and the surrounding area.

This camp is the garrison of the army of the Battle of Zhengtian in Shenhe County, Wulingzhou, with a total of 10 million troops stationed.

Among these tens of millions of troops, there are eight million cultivators from various sects, but most of them are not high, there are not many in the Origin Realm, and there are even fewer in the Qiankun Realm.

Of the remaining 2 million troops, 100,000 were guards, who maintained order in the camp and supervised the battle at the same time, and sometimes went out to fight.

The death camp had 1.5 million men.

The remaining 500,000 are Zhen Tianwei.

Most of the people in the death camp are people who have made mistakes from all sects, and there are also those who are willing to come to it to compete for their own merits.

"If you want to become a Zhentianwei, one is to have strong potential, get the Zhentian Order, and become a reserve Zhentianwei, and the other way is to achieve Zhentianwei with military merits to the death, and a soldier of a hundred battles."

Looking at Han Muye, there was a hint of deep brilliance in his eyes.

The Origin Realm entered the death camp, if it was said that he did not have the intention of becoming a Zhentianwei, no one would believe it.

"Then what if there is both the Zhentian Order and the military merits of a hundred battles?" Han Muye's face was calm and he spoke softly.

The eyes of the charter burst with light.

Han Muye's words could never have been unintentional.

Could it be that he has the Zhentian Order in his hands?

"Big brother, those who carry out the order of heaven and decide the dead in a hundred battles can become the capital of the town and the guard."

"If you can accumulate combat achievements, you can even become a captain and officer."

The charter took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Not to mention that Lieutenant Colonel Zhen Tianwei can control three thousand Zhen Tianwei, and the power of one guard can sweep through the world, just by leading a large army, the opportunity to form a million army is what countless people desire." ”

The right to form a great army.

The armies in the Battle of the Heavens were all formed improvised and had to be disbanded after the war.

At that time, Zhen Tianwei could recruit soldiers.

These soldiers who lived for the rest of their lives after the war have absolute combat power.

Only Lieutenant Colonel Zhen Tianwei is qualified to form a large army.

However, if you want to become the captain of Zhentianwei, it is not an easy matter.

According to the charter, no more than 100,000 of the 1.5 million Death Battalion will leave alive in the end.

Among these 100,000 people, no more than 100 people can become Zhen Tianwei.

Among the hundred, the maximum two became the captains of Zhentian.

There are nearly a million people, and there is only one captain of Zhentian.

Compared to the 500,000 Zhen Tianwei, this proportion is really unimaginably low.

"The Zhentian Guards are all selected from the military guards, and there are also major sects recruiting, and there are too few military camps like ours to conquer the sky."

The charter nodded regretfully.

The Immortal Dynasty cooperated with the Great Sects, and ordinary cultivators had no chance of promotion at all.

Just like this tens of millions of troops, even if they are killed and wounded, few of them will become Zhen Tianwei.

Not even a chance to become an ordinary military guard.

The charter left, and Han Muye rested in the camp, not caring about the outside affairs.

The camp of the Mitian Sword Sect was arranged by Zhang Mingyuan and others.

He just needs to keep polishing his cultivation and attract his strength.

Ten days later, the heavens and the earth roared.

"Big brother, the death camp is on the march!"

Outside the big tent, the voice of the charter sounded.

Han Muye walked out of the big tent and saw that there were more than 100 big men in black armor outside, bowing down and standing.

These people originally followed the charter, and now they listen to Han Muye's orders together.

Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance.

The pillars of light that pierced through the heavenly vault, and there were also golden divine lights intertwined.

A doorway appeared within a radius of 100 miles.

Beyond the gate is the heaven and earth outside the Pantian plane.

"Zhengtian—"

A long howl rang out from afar.

The voice shook the heavens and the earth, and it was clear that he was a strong man who had cultivated to the heavens.

"Life and death."

Han Muye whispered.

"Zhengtian—"

Countless voices converged and turned into a frenzy that shook the mountains and rivers.

The origin of heaven and earth turned into a raging wind, scattering the surrounding clouds.

The power of heaven and earth in the Pantian plane is stirring, and the endless power of origin is being attracted.

Every battle to conquer the heavens is to increase the power of heaven and earth in the Pantian plane.

This is the general trend driven by heaven and earth.

The battle between heaven and earth is in the war.

A series of military formations rushed towards the large array, were shrouded in pillars of light, and then disappeared into the courtyard.

"Let's go."

Han Muye opened his mouth lightly, empty-handed, and ran away quickly.

The charter and others hurried to follow.

In the rear, Lu Ye smiled and waved, and hundreds of people followed.

The team rushed into the pillar of light and vanished into the Rock Plane.

Around, tens of thousands of such a team of 100 people disappeared.

……

Han Muye's figure appeared in a blue-gray world, and the surrounding mountains and fields were similar to the Pantian plane, but the number was tall and high, and the mountains and rivers were huge.

"This is the Giant Source Plane." The layers of golden light on the charter body that followed behind Han Muye flickered, and his body turned ten zhang tall uncontrollably.

Behind, the bodies of the thousands of cultivators who had landed here were all condensed into ten zhang.

Han Muye's body was also shrouded in golden light, but his body remained unchanged at all.

"A certain is the Mao Dahe of the White Stone Sect, the peak cultivation of the extreme path."

"He who wants to follow."

Not far away, a giant thirty feet tall shouted.

A group of cultivators converged in that direction.

Extreme Dao Realm, he is considered a master in the death camp.

But a hundred breaths, there were thousands of people gathered there, and the momentum was huge.

The golden-armored man with a body of thirty zhang looked in the direction of Han Muye and them, with a sneer on his face.

"Hmph, I'll be defeated later, but don't blame him for not saving him."

These words made the cultivators gathered there all smile on their faces.

Stepping into other planes, not following the strong, not huddling together to warm up, isn't this looking for death?

The charter looked at the people behind him, and among the more than 100 people, there were also people whose eyes flickered and had the intention of retreating.

Han Muye's gaze swept forward, and he said lightly: "Let's go." ”

The words fell, and he stepped out.

"Boom-"

His body is a hundred feet in one step.

One more step out.

The surrounding heaven and earth shook.

Everyone looked up and stared at the giant that was holding up the sky!

Qianzhang!

"Qiankun Realm......"

"How is it possible, how can such a realm enter the death camp......"

A sluggish whisper rang out.

Han Muye stepped out again.

"Boom-"

Within a radius of thousands of miles, the heavens and the earth shook, and the mountains and rivers collapsed!

Million! (End of chapter)