Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Divine palm shadow.

Even if you just slap it casually, it will be like billions of stars pressing down on you, as if the entire plane will collapse!

The strength of the divine realm does not lie in the power of blood and soul, nor in the control of the origin, but in the creation or fusion of the origin.

Han Muye's knowledge of swordsmanship is at the divine level, or even above the divine state, because the origin of his swordsmanship has surpassed any other inheritance and has his own understanding.

"Not many people can take the palm of the ancient spirit god..." Someone whispered among the nine mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.

The nine gods obviously knew each other, and the god who took action must be named Gu Ling.

The shadow of the palm in front of Han Muye was extremely magnificent.

The invasion of that source of power can shatter, saturate, and devour him and all his soul marks.

This is the realm of gods.

This is just a casual temptation from a powerful person in the divine realm.

"Buzz——"

On Han Muye, the sound of a sword sounded.

The palm pressing towards him trembled slightly, trying to retreat.

But it was too late to retreat at this time.

A sword light flew out from behind Han Muye and directly chopped the palm shadow into pieces.

It was really chopped into tiny pieces.

Behind the palm shadow, there was a muffled groan.

"Sword God!"

"Fuck, the swordsman..."

Several exclamations came, and the nine mountains and rivers instantly dissipated, turning into a blue hall.

Several practitioners of different shapes stood in front.

The old man with white beard and green robe has multiple eyes on his forehead, and green clouds are intertwined and swirling around him.

A four-armed man with iron armor on his body, a golden bamboo pole looming behind him.

A tall and sturdy young man in black armor, with the light of stars shining in his eyes.

…

The ancient spirit god who had just tested Han Muye was an old man in his fifties standing in front, holding his palms. His palms were thick and his whole body seemed to be as skinny as a skeleton.

What these practitioners have in common is that they seem to be here, but their bodies are illusory.

It’s all the power of the divine soul that comes.

The overhaul of the divine realm does not mean that the true body is here.

Han Muye's current level of swordsmanship surpasses that of the divine realm, and the power of his soul is even more powerful. He can crush the divine realm and face the divine soul directly, and he can easily be defeated.

If the opponent comes in person and attacks with all his strength, it probably won't be that simple.

Yin and Yang, life and death, heaven, cause and effect, reincarnation, followed by dominance and Poxu. Above Poxu is the divine realm that is difficult to find in the world, the pinnacle of countless planes.

According to the levels in the void plane, the plane that can breed powerful masters is already the upper plane, which can suppress thousands of planes.

If there is a powerful person in the Shattering Void realm, that plane is the top plane and can dominate countless heaven and earth planes.

As for the place guarded by the powerful gods, it is the super plane in the void world, where it is the overlord.

The Pantian plane, and some rare planes, are the overlords who dominate one side.

"Fellow Taoist is powerful and qualified to participate in Shenyuan affairs." The white-bearded old man in front of Han Muye spoke out.

The ancient spirit god who put down his palm looked at Han Muye, nodded and said: "The divine realm of swordsmanship is rare in the world, and his combat power is indeed incomparable."

Qualified to participate in Shenyuan affairs.

Cultivation in this world requires strength to speak for itself no matter where it is.

If you don't have enough strength, you are not qualified to talk.

If it weren't for Han Muye's sword among the nine gods in front of him, it would be impossible for him to participate in the planned divine abyss.

"Buzz——"

A figure flew down, and Lord Yunjiang, wearing a golden robe, arrived.

There are ten gods in total!

There are so many powerful people in the divine realm, which are enough to plot a super plane.

"Did Fellow Daoist Han come from the Pantian Plane, right? I have been to the Pantian Plane, and I can feel the imprint of the plane on your body." Divine Yunjiang looked at Han Muye and said with a smile: "There is only the Pantian Plane. Only those powerful planes can have the God of Swordsmanship."

The mark of the plane of heaven and earth, Han Muye does have the mark of the Pantian plane on his body.

However, his mark was not conceived in the Pantian plane, but was imprisoned by its origin shackles and then slowly refined into his body.

Of course Han Muye would not explain this.

It was actually good to be misunderstood. At least when they heard that he came from the Pantian plane, the expressions of the other gods softened a lot, and they looked at him with more fear.

"This time we, the gods, gathered together because the true form of the Spirit-Gathering God was lost in the abyss."

As the Lord Yunjiang spoke, he introduced the other gods who came with Han Muye.

Each one of them is a powerful person who is in charge of a big force.

"How is the injury of Lord Gathering God?" Han Muye nodded to everyone and asked.

Lord Yunjiang sighed and raised his hand.

Above the main hall in front, there is a golden coffin, golden light shines on it, and the face of a thirty-year-old Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe is revealed in the faint golden light.

"The spirit gathering made all fellow Taoists laugh."

The Taoist in the coffin spoke softly, with a bit of loss and shame on his face.

This coffin is clearly a treasure that is difficult to find in the world. It can protect his soul and can withstand attacks from the divine realm.

The Taoist is the split soul of the Spirit-Gathering God. After something happens to his real body, he can practice independently, which can be regarded as retaining a chance to be reborn and rebuild.

"Fellow Juling Daoist, you reported that you saw a terrible enemy at the bottom of the divine abyss that can affect countless creatures in the world, and even all practitioners. What is it?" An old man with a white beard and green robe named Gu Jue Shenzun came out. Voice.

The other deities also looked at the gathered souls and separated souls in the coffin.

In the coffin, Gathering Spirits and Dividing Souls raised their hands, and a golden light and shadow appeared in front of everyone.

In the light and shadow, the dark world is constantly changing.

This is the Divine Abyss, and even a powerful person in the divine realm cannot reveal the scene within it.

That is the place of original silence.

"Buzz——"

In the light and shadow, a figure with ten feet long legs and arms, a pointed head and face, and a long dancing tail appeared.

"Shentian Holy Beast!"

"This is the divine beast in the divine abyss that can kill gods!"

In the main hall, several voices sounded, all with fear.

Han Muye looked at the light and shadow. The divine beast moved extremely fast, shattering the surrounding void with every blow.

The Soul-Gathering God who met him on a narrow road had no power to fight back and could only keep running away.

The bottom of the divine abyss suppresses the original power too much, and the treasure in the hands of the Lord Gathering Spirit cannot really cause any harm to the divine beast.

After running for hundreds of millions of miles, the Spirit-Gathering God just got rid of the divine beast.

But when he turned around, he was completely stunned.

"what is that!"

"The power of swallowing the origin of the plane, then, is that the legendary Sky Devouring Clan that ends the existence of the plane?"

In the light and shadow, a huge four-legged beast with a body comparable to a plane opened its mouth and swallowed a billion-mile piece of heaven and earth into its mouth.

The next moment, a stream of light imprisoned the body of the Spirit Gathering God.

A ball of green and black aura nailed him.

"This is a tarsal bone injury. It has infected the real body. Even my clone soul cannot escape..."

In the coffin, Gathering Spirits and Dividing Souls raised their arms.

On his arm, a ball of bluish-gray evil energy was wrapped around him.

Far away from the endless world, the soul of the clone hidden in the treasure cannot escape. What kind of method is this?

In the main hall, all the gods looked solemn.

None of them can resist such an injury.

I have heard of such methods, but there is no solution.

"This is the tarsal bone injury..." Han Muye whispered, with a glint of light shining in his eyes.

He had seen such injuries in the memory of a weapon left over from ancient times!

"Have you ever heard of Shen Mo?" Han Muye raised his head and saw a divine light in his eyes.