Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The arrival of Mu Wan and Jiuxuan's old friends from the prehistoric era made Han Mu excited in his ambition.

After practicing for countless years, although he saw countless fellow travelers perish, he moved forward step by step and finally reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the world.

Once upon a time, I wanted to climb to the top of spiritual practice and see the endless scenery. Only on this day did I understand how difficult it is to practice.

Fortunately, the people who are traveling with me are still around.

"Junior sister, we will walk together from now on." Han Muye said softly as he reached out to hold Mu Wan's hand.

This sentence made Mu Wan's eyes turn red.

She had been waiting for this sentence for countless years.

For countless years, she only looked up to Han Muye and would never be a drag on Han Muye.

From the Nine Mysteries to the Great Desolate, no one in the world can catch up with Han Muye.

I thought that Han Muye would be able to let go of everything once he reached the peak of the ancient world, but in order to carry the ancient world, Han Muye had to carry the world on his back.

That kind of sacrifice not only moved Mu Wan, but also moved countless living beings.

Over the years, all the creatures in the ancient world have risen up to practice, looking for the source of power everywhere, and helping the ancient world regain the power of the plane, just because they don't want to see Han Muye bear everything alone.

Seeing the hundreds of millions of ancient troops arriving in front of him, Han Muye smiled and raised his hand.

Endless bloody stones flew down.

These are all Pantian stones.

Every piece of Pantian Stone has at least the power of life and death.

"Zhihu, arrange for the army to be trained and everyone to change their practice methods."

"The power of cultivation in higher planes must be mastered as quickly as possible."

"I'll give you ten years."

Han Muye turned to look at Yu Chen behind him, raised his hand and a ball of blood fell in front of him.

Yu Chen reached out and took it, stunned.

In the blood, there are hundreds of millions of Pantian stones.

"Master Han, this is..."

"Can the Heaven Transformation Formation change the timeline?" Han Muye looked calm and said softly: "You use these blood stones to stimulate the power of the formation for a year and ten thousand years."

"Ten years are enough for them to practice beyond the realm of life and death."

Life and death, destiny, cause and effect, reincarnation are the masters.

Getting above the realm of life and death cannot be achieved by just accumulating resources.

If you cannot control that secret, you may not be able to reach a higher level in this life.

"That's enough." Holding the blood stone in his palm, Yu Chen said with a smile: "Master Han, don't worry, the Heaven Transformation Altar can not only gather the source, change time and space, but also activate the power of heaven and earth to catalyze the source."

"They have many more opportunities to practice in it, understand the secrets of heaven, and cut off cause and effect."

After speaking, he pressed down the blood-colored stone.

"boom--"

Billions of miles of heaven and earth were directly transformed, and all the practitioners from the prehistoric era fell into it.

The scattered blood stones flew and turned into the original power of Qi and blood.

Carrying a big sword on his back, the tall and sturdy Coach Lin walked up to Han Muye. On the other side, Xu Wei, who was wearing a Confucian robe, also walked over with a calm expression.

"Senior Brother Han, are you facing a disaster that is difficult to resist?" Lin Shen whispered, looking at Han Muye.

Mu Wan also raised her head and looked at Han Muye.

Huangzhihu, who was wearing light red armor, put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

disaster.

Han Muye held Mu Wan's hand and nodded gently.

"It was an unimaginable crisis."

"If you can cross it, the world will be clear."

"If we can't survive, there will be another great overturn, and all living things will disappear."

The end of God.

The catastrophe caused by the origin of the Creator.

This is a calamity of a higher level than the previous calamities, sweeping across a wide range and completely incomparable.

If Han Muye and the others can help the Originating Creator step into the eternal heaven one hundred thousand years later, then the calamity of the end of God will be eliminated.

But if it cannot enter the eternal heaven, all the planes will be destroyed and swallowed layer by layer, and eventually disappear into the endless void.

Even the void will be swallowed up.

"If there is really a catastrophe that cannot be overcome, I will stay with senior brother." Mu Wan looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

The others looked at each other.

"Prime Minister Han, all the armies of the ancient times are listening to orders, how to practice, and arrangements."

"Father, the Ten Thousand Realms Sword Formation can kill the Immortal Lord. According to what you said, the power can be transformed and the master can fight." Huang Zhihu held the long sword in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Give me time, I will train it for my foster father." It can kill an army of gods."

Can kill the gods!

Yuchen's eyes swept over Huang Zhihu, with a somewhat strange look on his face.

This Master Han’s foster daughter really has a strong voice.

Han Muye nodded, with a slight smile on his face.

He did not say that he could also kill the gods, nor did he say that the catastrophe he encountered this time was above the gods and far beyond the gods.

Talking too much can make people feel uneasy.

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The formation set up on the Heaven Transformation Altar is of sufficient origin, and one year is ten thousand years.

Han Muye accompanied Mu Wan to practice in the altar formation for thousands of years, and only left after she reached the top of the heavenly secret.

At this time, there are at least a million prehistoric creatures in the formation who have reached the stage of life and death.

After ten thousand years of life and death, even if you have enough original resources and skills, it is still a rare thing.

Among them, Huang Zhihu and others, who have the strongest cultivation base, have already reached the halfway stage of reincarnation.

This is a true genius.

Let Mu Wan practice in the big formation, and Han Muye stepped out of the illusion formation.

Outside the formation, the situation was already turbulent.

The long dragon transformed by Yuchen resisted the encirclement and killing of millions of troops.

The long dragon mobilized the power of the formation to protect the altar.

"Yu Chen, you can't stop me."

"Then Han Muye not only assassinated the deity, but also caused the Reverend Cao Lin to fall into a psychedelic slumber and die on the verge of death. Such evildoers must be killed."

There were loud shouts, and in front of the army, several strong men with tyrannical cultivation to the realm of dominion came towards Yu Chen with giant soldiers that could cut through the plane.

Although Yu Chen is in the Dominion realm, he can't stop so many strong men of the same level.

Looking at the giant soldier that was chopped off at the head, his eyes shone brightly, and he opened his mouth and flew out with a long gray sword.

This long sword was left to him by Han Muye to deal with powerful enemies, and it could be used now.

The long sword spit out and turned into a giant sword thousands of miles long, slashing down all kinds of things.

All the giant soldiers in front of Yu Chen were chopped to pieces by the sword light in an instant.

"What kind of treasure is this!"

"This sword is too strong!"

Those in the master realm all screamed, turned around and ran away.

The weapon they were bound by was broken, and they were all seriously injured.

"Is it too late to escape now?"

With a low shout, the long sword turned into billions of sword lights, chasing the countless armies and the several master realms.

"Holy Lord, help me!"

One of the masters who was caught up yelled wildly, but before he could escape, his body was already locked by the gray sword light, and rolled into the dust like the original Great Lord Cao Lin.

Gray-white sword light swept across, countless practitioners were wrapped, and the six master realms all had their bodies locked.

"God--"

Someone shouted in panic.

Yu Chen narrowed his eyes and stretched out his front legs to collect the sword.

At this moment, there was a long laugh in the void, and a figure flew down, reaching for the gray-white sword light.

"It's true that my plan is in vain. You know that Han Muye relies on a creation treasure."