Hundreds of millions of thunderbolts turned into thousands of miles of thunder sea.

The origin of heaven and earth shattered in front of this thunder, turning into endless streamers and escaping everywhere!

The thunder that fell towards Han Muye's head before, in this sea of thunder, without the slightest strength, was directly swallowed.

Han Muye has been controlling the thunder of heaven and earth since he was in the desolate world, and he has been cultivating as an atavistic ancestor with a thunder path and a Kui Niu bloodline.

That is the origin of the thunder of heaven and earth.

Han Muye once used his own thunder to punish the heavens.

Whether it is the Pantian plane or the other planes, because the power of heaven and earth is strong, and the control of the power of thunder by the living beings is extremely rough.

Only in the desolate world, the power of the Great Dao returns to its origin, and the power of heaven and earth can be transformed into supreme supernatural power through the Dao Law.

"Hum—"

Hundreds of millions of thunderbolts fell, and the sea of thunder boiled within a radius of thousands of miles.

Mountains and rivers crumble before thunder, and all things melt into them.

The figure holding the golden staff had a look of horror on his face, and his eyes widened.

"You, are you the Lord of Thunder......"

muttered in his mouth, and the thunder and light on the tall figure were staggered, bowing to Han Muye, and then kneeling.

"Subordinate Sang Lin to meet the master."

With the words, the thunder light on his body dissipated, and Han Muye's thunder sea devoured his body.

In the thunder light, his body shook and turned into nothingness.

But in the next moment, there was a golden light on his body, condensing into an illusory body.

He is in a golden robe, holding a golden scepter, and his body is also human-like.

This was led by Han Muye's thunder power, and this Juyuan clan named Sang Lin became Han Muye's dependent.

He surrendered to Han Muye's way of thunder.

This is the terrible nature of the origin battle, once the other party takes away the mind, there is no way to belong to the avenue of their own, they can only surrender.

"Hum—"

In the distance, a thunderbolt surged from between heaven and earth, enveloping the body of a black hundred-zhang fierce tiger.

By the time the thunder dissipated, the tiger had turned into a three-hundred-foot-tall gun-wielding general.

"Tiger Lingzi meets his master."

The warrior bowed towards Han Muye, and then stepped out and landed in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, and his hundred-zhang body dissipated, turning into a nine-foot human form, and landed on Hu Lingzi's shoulder.

Hu Lingzi ran forward, leading the Qiankun World behind Han Muye to retract the shattered mountains and rivers, and bring the bodies of those slain alien beasts into the Qiankun World.

As the Tiger Spirit Zi turned into a human body, more creatures around him survived the thunderstorm and turned into human form.

The human bodies incarnated by these strange beasts rushed in front of Han Muye, and they all bowed down and bowed.

The thunder of heaven and earth can destroy the source, and it can also purify the source.

Those who are willing to surrender and accept this thunderous avenue will have the opportunity to survive the thunder tribulation, incarnate into a human form, and then have a surging body of strength and sublimation of the origin.

The sublimation of this kind of origin power can increase their strength by more than ten times.

The most important thing is that once the origin is sublimated, they can have more opportunities to step into a higher level, which is a benefit that no one is willing to refuse.

One by one, figures flew down in front of Han Muye, and the body of Sang Lin, who was holding the golden scepter, also turned into nine feet, holding the golden scepter, standing not far in front of Han Muye.

The power of the thunder on his body is combined with the power of the thunder sea, helping Han Muye to control the power in the thunder sea, and there is no need for Han Muye to control the thunder at all.

The cultivators of the death camp followed behind Han Muye, with thunder power rippling around them, and their faces were full of excitement.

Han Muye's strength was completely beyond their imagination.

This kind of thunder is not something they can understand at all, if they don't follow Han Muye to come, they won't be able to live a breath in such a sea of thunder.

According to the current situation, it is really possible for them to survive the rest of the battle in the death camp and gain battle merits.

There is even a chance to get unimaginable feats in a hundred battles and become a Zhentianwei who never dared to think of before.

"Master Lu, how is it, didn't expect it?" The charter turned his head and looked at the deer wind not far away.

Lu Renfeng didn't speak, but with a smile on his face, his eyes revealing a trace of irrepressible crystal.

Not only that, but his body no longer seems to be rickety.

"Boom-"

In the distance, between heaven and earth, a long knife slashed at it.

The long knife slashed a piece of thunder, and then slashed down a strange beast that had just transformed and had not yet recovered its strength.

"Haha, there are so many exotic beasts to harvest here!" With a long laugh, a big man in a gray robe flew down.

This great man has the mark of a cultivator of the Pantian Plane on his body.

Looking at Han Muye's position, the big man's gaze fell on the three-hundred-zhang tall Tiger Lingzi.

"What a strong beast."

He couldn't see through the cultivation of Han Muye and Sang Lin, and thought that the strongest one here was Hu Lingzi.

"The people of the death camp?" Looking at the charter and others below, looking at the marks on their bodies, the big man sneered: "Get out, Lao Tzu occupies it here." ”

As the words fell, he had already stepped out, and the long knife slashed again.

The sword once again stiffened a body, and its body shook in the thunder, and it was about to condense into a humanoid beast and slash it.

Cutting out this knife, it turned its head and slashed in the direction of the charter and the others.

"Kill." Hu Lingzi let out a low shout, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out.

"Boom-"

The power of this shot caused the surrounding heaven and earth to roar, and countless origin forces vibrated and seemed to collapse directly.

The face of the big man who slashed out changed drastically, and the sword light in his hand was agitated, wanting to block Hu Lingzi's shot.

It's a pity that his strength is completely insufficient in front of Hu Lingzi, and his body is shattered when he is pressed down with one shot.

Han Muye's gaze swept over, his expression was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to point to the towering mountain peak in front of him.

"Let's go."

Hu Lingzi stepped away and ran all the way.

This speed was faster than Han Muye's 10,000-zhang body before, and the charter and others behind him had to do their best to keep up.

On the other side, Sang Lin waved the golden staff in his hand, constantly reinforcing the thunder sea and escaping towards the surroundings.

Wherever the Thunder Sea is submerged, the heavens and the earth will be refined.

Running for 100,000 miles, he refined 100,000 miles of heaven and earth, and most of the creatures in it were included in Han Muye's Qiankun world, and only a few survived the thunder tribulation, and then turned into human form and fell aside.

Three days later, there were already 1,300 alien beasts that had turned into human forms behind Han Muye, among which the highest cultivation level was the same level as the tiger spirit, the peak of the Origin Realm, and the body of three hundred zhang could speak.

Everything else is the Origin Realm.

There is no Origin Realm, it has been shattered before these thunders.

The charter and others picked up the rocks and picked them up, and their hands were weak.

"Hum—"

In front of Han Muye, a faint divine light vibrate.

A golden glare shone from above him, and his body shook and disappeared in place.

On the shoulder of the tiger spirit, a cyan long sword appeared.

As soon as the long sword appeared, the heavens and the earth were directly turned into a sword prison.

Endless sword light swayed, intertwined with thunderclouds.

On the other side, between heaven and earth, which were hundreds of millions of miles away, Han Muye's figure appeared, right next to Zhang Mingyuan, who looked solemn.

He and the body are instantaneously swapped places.

"Ladies of the 9528th Battalion, give you ten breaths of consideration, if you don't surrender, we will slaughter you."

"This is the Giant Source Plane, and you don't want to die here and turn your body into a rock, right?" (End of chapter)