Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The end of God.

This is a realm.

But it can also be said that it is a destination.

Han Muye would not have dared to imagine what Shenmo was if he had not seen it in the memory of the weapon of Nan An, a strong man in the divine realm of the Void Spirit Clan.

The level above the divine realm is said to be able to create things out of thin air. It is the realm of eternal existence, called the eternal realm, or the creator.

And the Creator is supposed to be eternal.

But in the realm of the Creator, if too much power is consumed, or if the power is swallowed up by a strong person, and one's own strength collapses, he will enter the final level of God.

However, it is also possible that Shenmo is the level that the Creator will eventually enter as his strength increases.

No matter what, Shenmo is the destination.

The destination of the Creator, the soul deteriorates, wreaks havoc in the endless planes, and eventually annihilates all worlds.

The key is that this kind of annihilation has no end, or no one knows the end.

It is not the devouring force of calamity like that in the Ruins Realm, but it is truly destroyed and everything ceases to exist.

At the end of Shen, it is unclear whether the Creator has fallen or whether the Creator has entered a new level.

I can’t even explain the divine realm.

There are memories in the weapons of the Lord Nan An because the Void Spirit clan has been contaminated by the power of Shen Mo. Even if the entire clan moves away and flees countless worlds, their clan still has a lot of Void Spirit power left.

This power is a double-edged sword for their tribe. It can make their tribe strong, but it can also make them disappear.

They have to keep devouring various dimensions and seizing various origins, hoping to have enough power to resist Shen Mo.

Only the top gods among the Void Spirit clan knew about this matter. Other clan members thought that this was a trait of their clan and the power of their blood.

In fact, the Xuling clan is a pitiful clan that is on the run from Shenmo.

"Is this the end of the gods?" Lord Yuntian frowned, a profound light flashing in his eyes.

"Shenmo!" The ancient spirit god took a step back and stared at the green and black aura, with fear in his eyes.

"It's impossible, it's impossible. This is Yunju City. It's already trillions of voids away from Shenmo, and it's been too long. There's no way there's still Shenmo..."

As he spoke, his face turned pale.

The other gods looked ugly.

"Shen Mo?" The expression of the Soul Gathering Divine Lord in the coffin turned extremely ugly, and he laughed miserably, "No wonder, only Shen Mo can make me completely unable to deal with it..."

There is no way to resist the power of God.

There was a sudden silence in the main hall.

After a long time, Lord Yunjiang shook his head and whispered: "If it is really Shenmo, then not only will we not be able to go, but we will have to plan how to escape."

These gods came because they were invited by the God of Juling, and they were determined to go to the abyss to rescue his true form.

They were also moved by the reward offered by Juling Shenzun.

But at this time, Han Muye said that it was a divine end, a divine end that could sweep through countless heavens and earth and devour endless planes. Who among them would dare to go there?

Not only can't I go to the Divine Abyss, but I have to find a way to stay away.

Even, to escape from the place where he lives now.

Thinking of this, everyone looked ugly.

There may be a realm of heaven and earth behind them, or there may be a powerful force behind them. If they want to give up all this, the loss will be too great.

But if they don't give up on this, what can they do in the face of Shenmo?

"Ju Ling, I think you can't stay in Yunju City." Divine Lord Yunjiang looked at the coffin and spoke with a hint of apology.

"Ahem, fellow Taoist Juling, if it is Shen Mo, your divine soul may not be able to escape." Zhuo Yue, the white-bearded and green-robed God Lord, spoke in a low voice with a solemn look on his face.

Although the other gods did not speak, they had the same expression.

Since the Spirit-Gathering God's soul is contaminated with Shenmo, he cannot live and can no longer exist in this place.

"I know." The spirit-gathering spirit in the coffin spoke softly, with regret in his eyes.

"I thought that even if I couldn't return to my real body, at least I could escape with my soul and rebuild myself. Now let's see..."

A strong man in the divine realm doesn't even have a chance to rebuild.

Everyone present was in the divine realm, and they felt the same situation as the Lord Gathering God.

It has been hundreds of millions of years since I reached the divine realm. I have never been afraid. I have been the master of one party for billions of years. Who would have thought that I would be helpless at this time.

"Lord Gathering Spirits, can we see the illusion just now again?"

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

Watch it again?

There was confusion on the face of Juling Shenzun.

Several other deities also looked at Han Muye with confusion.

"Buzz——"

In front of the coffin, a faint golden light appeared again, turning into light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, the previous scene of the Spirit-Gathering God being hunted down was reproduced.

After several layers of light and shadow, the huge sky-devouring beast appeared, and then a green and black cloud of energy locked the body of the Spirit-Gathering God.

"This is it!" Han Muye's eyes were filled with depth, and he stretched out his hand to point at the green and black aura.

In the light and shadow, the scene is frozen.

"What is that in the distance?"

Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

far away?

Everyone looked towards the distance in the light and shadow.

"dragon!"

"That is--"

"That is the legendary level of the Creator..."

In the distance, in the faint invisible light and shadow, is a coffin that is vast beyond the stars, heaven and earth.

On the green and black coffin, there are golden and dark streams of light intertwined.

The halo is faint, but just one look at it makes your soul shake.

Outside the coffin, there are nine dragon beasts with bodies hundreds of millions of miles long. Outside their bodies are pieces of golden and red dragon scales, walking forward with their heads held high.

This dragon beast is clearly the Ancestral Dragon Lord that circulates in the divine realm and travels for endless years.

Every adult form of the Ancestral Dragon Lord is at the level of a creator, the creator of countless planes.

Stars will be placed between its raised feet, making a seat appear.

At this time, in the light and shadow that everyone saw, the nine ancestral dragon masters were chained around their necks, at the bottom of the dark divine abyss.

Rays of golden-red divine light were extracted from the nine ancestral dragon masters, seemingly sucking all the power from them into the coffin.

This scene made everyone take a breath of cold air.

"That's Shenmo..." Lord Yunjiang murmured.

At the end of the divine level, the nine ancestral dragon masters pulled the coffin!

Such a level of power is simply not something that gods like them can look up to.

How can they resist such power?

"It's not exactly Shen Mo." Han Muye stared at the light and shadow and whispered: "There should be a Creator in this coffin who is resisting Shen Mo with all his strength."

"The top level of the Creator may have sunk to the edge of the end of God."

"He was unable to resist Shenmo with his own strength, so he could only rely on the power of the nine ancestral dragon masters, and then sank into the abyss of the gods."

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked at the divided soul of the Spirit-Gathering God in front of him.

"If what the junior said is right, there should be something that the senior needs us to do, right?"

"I don't believe in the final state of a god, and I can't destroy the soul of the God Gathering God."

senior?

In the main hall, Yun Jiang and others trembled, staring closely at the spirit gathering god's divided soul in the coffin in front of them.

Confusion flashed across the spirit-gathering spirit's face first, and then his body collapsed and turned into a ball of golden-red aura.

"boom--"

The treasure coffin, which could withstand attacks from the divine realm, exploded into pieces.

The golden-red aura pressed down on Han Muye, and another black aura spread throughout the hall!

"I will first see if you are qualified to be driven by me..."

A sound seemed to come from the endless and distant world, and it contained a pressure that shook everyone's soul, as if it was about to collapse.

In the main hall, all the gods, including Han Muye, could not move.

"Shenmo..." Lord Yunjiang whispered miserably.