The sword light was frozen, and it could be seen that it was a long sword that was black and white, and the two colors blended like gray and white.

On the blade of the sword, the flowing light and shadow are dazzling.

A tall old man in a black robe, holding the long sword in his palm with a thin hand, his face was full of excitement.

"The power of creation, the power of destruction, this kind of sword weapon in hand, can definitely sweep the divine realm!"

A long sword that can sweep across the divine realm!

Those locked Soul Gathering Divine Venerable disciples all raised their heads, their faces full of envy.

"Divine Venerable, with this treasure, you are the strongest person in the Divine Realm!"

"Divine Venerable, in the future, I will listen to the Divine Venerable."

Several powerhouses of the Reincarnation Realm and the Domination Realm were all chanting.

A god venerable, with such a sword weapon in his hand, in their cognition, is already invincible.

The tall old man laughed, his hand clenched, trying to hold the sword.

But the long sword shook and shattered.

The tall old man's eyes widened as he watched as those long swords diverged into thousands of long swords with black and white sword shadows.

"How is it possible, so divided, the sword weapon should be directly shattered."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the sword light had already pressed down on his head.

The sword light turned into a Dao chain and wound towards him.

"Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable, since you're here, don't go."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable.

In the hall of the Gathering Spirit Divine Venerable, the one who shot at Han Muye.

Although he suffered a loss in front of Han Muye at that time, he did not give up.

He didn't believe that Han Muye really had such strength, but maybe he had used some kind of treasure.

It was also he who drove the disciples of the Gathering Spirit Divine Venerable to deliberately besiege the Heaven Transformation Altar, causing Han Muye to make a move.

"Han Daoyou, this is a misunderstanding!"

The Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable shouted, raised his hand and slapped the black and white sword weapons around him.

"Bang"

All the swords shattered.

But in the next moment, the sword weapon condensed again, and it was already hundreds of millions of blue and white sword light that was difficult to see.

This kind of sword light made Gu Ling Shenzun's face extremely ugly, his body turned into a golden armor skeleton, his palm was raised, and he slapped towards the sword light, and he had to strike first.

The level of power that came from the hundreds of millions of sword lights had already made his heart tremble, and his body was about to be crushed.

That is the level of power far beyond him, so that he can't resist, and there is a sense between his mind.

Only by desperately shooting, there may be life.

With a slap of the palm, the space in front of him collapsed, and in the turbulence of the void, infinite divine light staggered.

"Boom"

The blue and white sword light wrapped the palm of the Gu Ling Divine Venerable, directly pierced the marrow into the bone, and directly ripped off the palm of his hand and his arm!

At this time, the Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable showed despair on his face.

"Impossible, impossible"

"This kind of sword light, even the power of the peak divine soul of the god realm, is impossible to control, not to mention, this power, this power."

With his eyes wide, the Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable slowly turned his head to look at Han Muye: "God, the end?"

The long sword was endlessly divided, and he finally noticed the vision in it, and this sword weapon clearly contained the power of the endless god's end!

"You know, too many." Han Muye whispered.

The Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable was shocked, and turned around to escape, but was caught up by the gray sword light and was enveloped.

The sword light condensed, turning into a long sword that passed through his body, nailing his body into the void.

A god realm overhaul was nailed to the void by a sword!

The Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable is not dead, but he no longer has the slightest strength, and all the origins are impregnated and banned.

Its divine soul was also shattered by the power of the god end and the sword light, turning into hundreds of millions of daos, and it was impossible to reunite.

Han Muye didn't let it fall directly, because he wanted to extract all the power of the Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable and turn it into his own food.

A god realm overhaul, it is too wasteful to kill directly.

Not just the Ancient Spirits, but also

There were other disciples under the command of the Gathering Spirit Divine Venerable, and Han Muye did not fall alone, and all of them were nailed with gray and white sword light.

The army of tens of millions stretched endlessly, nailed into the void by a long sword!

Around the Heaven Altar, there are hundreds of millions of miles around, all of which are nailed bodies!

From the Divine Realm to the tens of millions of troops under the Divine Realm, one by one, their bodies were nailed to the void!

This scene is simply weird and terrifying!

Every cultivator who walked out of the Heaven Transformation Altar felt chills all over their bodies when they saw this scene.

It was a divine realm, and that surging power was locked in mid-air, suppressed and sealed by the long sword.

"Not only to slay the Divine Realm, but also, to nail it to the void so easily"

When a reincarnation realm cultivator walked out of the altar, he looked up, his face turned pale, and his steps trembled.

What kind of strong person can do this!

Han Muye stood in place, with layers of qi and blood and divine soul power surging on his body.

A Divine Realm Great Cultivator, and so many strong people, the gathered power is enough for him to cultivate for a long time.

Especially the Ancient Spirit Divine Venerable, all the accumulations of the old Divine Venerable powerhouses have become the food for Han Muye to step into the realm of the Creator.

The reason why he is so ruthless is because he is no longer alone in this direction.

He attracted the cultivators of the Flood Wilderness, Mu Wan and Huang Zhihu, and he wanted to create a peaceful place for them to practice.

I believe that a god realm and tens of millions of troops nailed to the heavens for a few days can make everyone in the surrounding cultivation world sober.

As long as the creatures of the Flood Desolation are given enough time, and when the sword path array trained by the Yellow Fat Tiger takes shape, and the combat power is comparable to the God Realm, at that time, even if someone comes to make up their minds, there is no need to worry.

Ten days later.

Yuchen flew and landed behind Han Muye, his face was cautious, and he said in a low voice, "Master Han, I want to see Master Han as an elder of the Heavenly Dragon Clan."

Celestial Dragons.

This race is the powerful dragon clan in the void, and several god realm cultivators are in charge, using the origin power of the race to control the altars of all parties across the void.

For countless years, the Huatian Dragon Clan has relied on the Huatian Altar to earn unimaginable wealth and resources, which are coveted by all parties.

It's just that the power of the Heavenly Dragon Clan's origin is strong, and the strength of its own race is strong enough, so it can gain a foothold in the void.

Yuchen looked up at Han Muye, his face full of respect.

Han Muye's action directly shook the Huatian Dragon Clan, and the elders of the clan personally summoned him to inquire about Han Muye's news, and invited Han Muye to go to the Huatian Dragon Clan's station.

"Elder of the Heavenly Dragon Clan?"

Han Muye's gaze swept over the cascading long swords outside the entire Heaven Transformation Altar to nail the figure, and said lightly, "Okay."

With the help of the teleportation power of the Heaven Transformation Altar, after shuttling through the endless heaven and earth, Han Muye and Yuchen stood in front of a verdant world.

"Haha, but Han Daoyou, the clouds are waiting."

There was a long laugh in front of him, and an old man in a black robe, wearing a jade crown, and a trace of cloud patterns shining on his body arched his hand with a smile on his face.

"Elder Cloudtrail?" Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and said, "Yuchen said that the Cloud Trace Divine Venerable, one of the nine elders of the Heavenly Dragon Clan, invited, of course Han wants to come."

Elder Yunji smiled and raised his hand, and in front of him, the clouds were agitated, turning into a cascading golden hall, stretching for thousands of miles.

"Fellow Daoist, please."