Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"boom--"

The entire Tamu Lake surged up, and the water around Han Muye instantly turned to frost.

Hundreds of millions of layers of ice froze Han Muye's entire body.

This icy chill not only freezes the body, the most important thing is to directly penetrate the body, enter the soul, step into the treasure, and tear up the memory!

No wonder the spirits of the beasts and spirits in Tamu Lake have incomplete memory and lost themselves. It turned out that they were quietly influenced by the power of this giant.

Han Muye stood where he was, the ice outside his body condensed, and a voice sounded from his divine treasure.

"This body is well tempered. It's not as good as my Pantian clan, but it surpasses most of the clan."

A gigantic figure with a height of ten thousand feet emerged from the divine treasure, and its body was about the same level as the suspended three-handed divine soul.

"The soul is also tempered well, and it has been condensed into a sword weapon. This method is not much worse than my Pantian clan."

The giant was wearing a gray battle robe, with a square face and a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and scratched towards the void.

A faint spirit appeared.

This soul is exactly the shape of Han Muye, and there is a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Let me see how you cultivate." The giant held the faint soul, and the eyes flickered, turning into strange halos.

The faint soul shattered and turned into pieces of memory pictures.

Practice in Jiuxuan Mountain.

Zhongzhou is ups and downs.

The fairyland is vertical and horizontal.

The God Realm pursued and fled.

Grow in the ruins world.

A series of memories floated in front of the giant.

"Genius of the sword, a sword that condenses the soul, not bad."

"Obtaining the body of a dragon crocodile is so courageous, it dares to devour the body of the prehistoric overlord."

"Breaking the barrier of the God Realm is a bit of a responsibility, but the strength is still too weak."

The giant whispered, looking at the light curtains, the light on his face changed.

His eyes turned to the three swords of the soul.

"My Pantian clan also has strong swordsmen and masters of swordsmanship. Among them, the strong ones have a deeper sense of swordsmanship than this kid, but I don't see many swords that condense the three souls."

"If I can devour this kid's memory body and return to Pantian Plane, I can become a sword cultivator and start everything from scratch."

The giant clenched its fists, and seven-colored light burst out from its body.

This is pure power of the soul, and its richness has reached a substantial level.

"boom--"

The giant figure in Han Muye's divine treasure shattered and turned into a colorful curtain of light, covering his entire divine treasure.

At this time, Han Muye, who had closed his eyes and was frozen by the ice, suddenly opened them.

Around him, a golden flame rose up.

The ice was directly burned by the flames and turned into a cyclone.

The change was too fast, the temperature change was too sudden, at that moment, the frost around Han Muye's body exploded.

This scene caused the colorful halo in his divine treasure to vibrate.

"Hey, you still have the means of flame origin? Why didn't the deity detect it just now?"

The whisper in Shenzang carried a hint of surprise, and then pressed down on the three floating swords of the soul.

The three divine swords vibrated, as if they couldn't bear it, and they were about to collapse immediately.

"After all, he is a genius, bold and careful, and it is normal to have some backhands."

"This deity advises you not to struggle, let this deity devour your soul, occupy your body, and take you to the Pantian plane, which is an apex plane, and I don't know how many times stronger than this mere prehistoric plane."

The seven-color light curtain penetrated into the sword of the soul, and the sword vibrated, as if it was slowly melting.

At this time, Han Muye had already crossed thousands of miles in one step, and his body was in front of the giant.

The giant sitting upright slowly lowered his head and looked at Han Muye.

"Little ants, do you still want to make up your mind on this deity?"

A thunderous sound resounded.

The giant slowly raised its arms, trying to push Han Muye down directly.

However, the giant who has not yet fully awakened from deep sleep has already stepped into Han Muye's divine treasure, and his actions at this time are all based on instinct.

Standing there, Han Muye also raised his palm.

In his palm, a bronze cauldron emerged.

Ziyang tripod.

"Om—"

The cauldron vibrated and turned into a shroud of heaven and earth, which was directly connected to the surrounding lake water and the body in the lake water.

The giant's body was put into the cauldron, and a vortex suddenly appeared on the spot.

Under the original giant's body, a jade-colored broken altar was exposed.

The altar with a radius of 1000 zhang was densely covered with broken animal bones.

"The Canglong."

"Golden Phoenix."

"Suzaku."

"Xuanwu."

A body was recognized by Han Muye, and those shattered bone fragments turned out to be the top overlords in the prehistoric world.

Not only the overlord of the prehistoric level, but also the overlord of the original source, and even a higher level, whose blood power is so strong that it is the top existence of the prehistoric here.

Any one of these strong men can confront a prehistoric overlord like Dragon Crocodile.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the altar.

The textures on the altar are interlaced.

At this time, the seven-color light curtain in his divine treasure had already shattered his three swords of the soul.

If he doesn't take the time to deal with it, his spirit may really be refined.

"Om—"

In the big cauldron in front of him, there was also a tremor resounding.

"You actually have such a hidden method, and you didn't even discover it when you searched for the soul."

"I hope you can give me more surprises."

The seven-colored halo in the divine treasure kept surging, trying to completely control Han Muye's divine treasure.

Han Muye took a deep breath, and no longer concealed his methods, he slapped the cauldron in front of him with his palm.

The entire cauldron vibrated, and the countless divine flames within it instantly shattered and turned into fluffy flames.

The flames entangled, and the giant's body was directly locked.

The moment the giant's body was locked in flames, the seven-colored divine light in Han Muye's divine treasure trembled and almost slackened.

"How courageous, even dare to refine the main body of the deity!"

A roar came from the colorful halo, and then turned into a sea of ​​colorful stars, spinning continuously, speeding up the speed of devouring Han Muye's divine treasure.

All around Han Muye's body, the blood was shaking, and infinite fighting intent burst out from his eyes.

"Okay, then let me see who is faster!"

He formed seals with both hands, causing all the divine flames in the Ziyang cauldron to boil.

All the original power of the fire veins poured into the Ziyang cauldron, arousing the divine flames to envelop the giant's body, and the flames penetrated into his body.

Refiner.

Treat this giant body as an artifact to refine.

Isn't the top refining method in the galaxy universe just replacing oneself with a war puppet?

This is similar to Han Muye's attempt to refine this giant body at this time.

On the originally huge body of the giant, endless divine light burst out, and hundreds of millions of golden divine patterns appeared on the body.

How strong is Pantian Plane?

The body of this giant is so tyrannical that the divine marks are all over the body!

No wonder he was able to crush the prehistoric beasts and overlords by himself.

Han Muye's palm slowly stretched out, pressing on the Ziyang cauldron.

"boom--"

Across the Ziyang cauldron, all the secrets in that giant's body were probed, and all the memories turned into torrents and emerged in Han Muye's mind.

In an instant, Han Muye's seven orifices bled, and his eyes were red.

The seven-color halo that was originally vibrating in the divine treasure also collapsed directly.

"You, can you see my memory?"

"How did you do it?"

"Why haven't I seen any of your refining methods from your spirit?"

The colorful halo vibrated and let out a painful roar.

He alone had seen all of Han Muye's memories, and had already suppressed Han Muye's spirit, only now did he feel that he hadn't suppressed it at all.

In Han Muye's mind, he only saw what he wanted him to see, and didn't show anything else that he didn't want him to see.

What kind of method is this?

Han Muye gritted his teeth at this moment, the torrent of memories in his mind kept surging.

"Pantian plane, body training and swordsmanship are strong."

"Sweep across the ten thousand planes, the power of the planes crushes, and enters other planes, you can directly become a giant."

"Conveying the source, anchoring the plane, devouring the plane."

"Pan Tian Plane, the battle merit is calculated based on the origin."

...

In countless memories, Han Muye saw an existence on an unimaginably powerful plane.

Because the original power of this plane is too strong, it has directly crushed countless heaven and earth planes.

The prehistoric plane that has never collapsed has to bow its head in front of it.

After the practitioners in the Pantian plane stepped out of the plane, the suppressing power of heaven and earth directly increased, sweeping across other planes.

Conversely, practitioners from other planes cannot step into the Pantian plane, because their own cultivation and physical training simply cannot withstand the coercion of heaven and earth on the Pantian plane, and they will collapse directly.

Above the Cangtian plane is the Pantian plane.

The altar below is the plane mark anchored by the strong man of the Pantian Plane, triggering the Pantian Plane to devour the primordial origin.

Countless overlords of divine beasts shot out, died together with this strong man, and sealed the altar.

But even with their strength, they couldn't break the altar.

In the end, the Pantian plane swallowed most of Honghuang's origin, causing Honghuang to collapse.

This is the reason for the collapse of the prehistoric plane.

It was also because too many strong men fell in the prehistoric world, and in the end the prehistoric world couldn't hold it, and turned into a world of ruins.

"Pantian plane, body training, sword training, it's really a good place."

Blood overflowed from Han Muye's mouth, he gritted his teeth and growled.

On his body, the blood that was originally surging was concussed.

A series of divine marks spread out of his body.

"This, how is this possible, can you comprehend my physical training technique in the Pantian plane?"

"how did you do it!"

A panicked cry came from within his divine possession.

The colorful halo wanted to devour Han Muye's soul at a faster speed, but it couldn't condense for a while.

"Om—"

Around Han Muye's body, more and more divine lines were condensed, and the huge energy and blood in his body began to flow rapidly.

Some dragon crocodile powers that could not be refined originally disintegrated directly, turning into the power of Han Muye's blood.

Not only that, in the space around him, the source of attraction also began to be refined.

A series of golden vortexes appeared, and below, countless bone fragments of divine beasts shattered and turned into original power, pouring into his body.

This power was so surging that it caused the entire Muta Lake to turmoil.

On Han Muye's body, various divine marks began to intertwine.

There are the divine patterns of the Canglong clan, there are also the divine patterns of the Phoenix clan, there are the divine patterns of the White Tiger, and there are also the divine patterns of the Suzaku and Xuanwu.

These original powers that originally belonged to the prehistoric beasts were all gathered on Han Muye at this moment.

Waves of divine soul power surged towards his body, and then charged into the divine treasure.

"Haha, boy, you have the guts to swallow even guys from Pantian Plane." A golden blue dragon phantom appeared in Han Muye's divine treasure, laughing maniacally.

The blue dragon shook its head and tail, and bumped into the colorful halo.

It's just that his body is obviously not as powerful as that colorful halo, and it will shatter when hit.

On the other side, a golden-red phoenix, a giant white tiger with a white divine pattern, and other divine souls of the overlord level in the prehistoric world all rushed towards the colorful halo in Han Muye's divine treasure.

The colorful halo lingered, shattering all these spirits.

Shenzang was slightly turbulent, and there was a surging golden light to reshape the bodies of these spirits.

This is Han Muye's divine treasure, he has the power to reshape these spirits.

"Yes, the boy has some skills."

"I will help you kill this guy today."

The giant Xuanwu shaking its head and tail rushed forward while roaring.

The bodies of the divine and beast overlords shattered and condensed.

On Han Muye's body, there were more and more intertwined divine lines, and the aura on his body was constantly rising.

His body seemed to be going out of control, showing signs of slowly expanding.

Dragon scales, phoenix feathers, tiger claws, basalt armor, red flame pupils, blue dome horns...

The characteristics of various mythical beasts are gathering.

However, Han Muye did not allow these visions to condense, and suppressed them as soon as they appeared.

In the void, endless divine light surged.

The primordial power finally broke through the barrier of Muta Lake and poured into Han Muye.

On the outside of his body, the divine patterns are constantly intertwined.

"Ants." In Shenzang, a roar came from the colorful halo, and then it exploded, smashing all the phantoms of the gods, beasts and souls, and blending with them.

Even Han Muye's Soul Sword also melted into one.

On the other side, the eyes of the giant in Ziyang Cauldron revealed colorful light, and he punched out all the flames.

His strength is too strong, even the Ziyang Cauldron is hard to restrain.

"Since you can't directly refine it into an avatar, then refine it into an external avatar."

Han Muye looked at the giant who was about to step out of the Ziyang cauldron, and whispered in his mouth.

He raised his hand, and the Ziyang cauldron disappeared, and all the divine flames attached to his body, turning into a suit of battle armor.

His body swelled into a gigantic giant, covered in divine marks all over his body.

"boom--"

With one punch, the giant who had just stepped out of the Ziyang cauldron was knocked down to the ground.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a huge hammer appeared in his hand.

Profile for Hammer.

One of the seven supreme treasures, possessing the original power of the ice-cold lineage, it is also the secret of sealing various treasures in the galaxy universe.

When the hammer fell, the sky and the earth shook.

The body of the giant who had just raised its head was hit on the head, and the whole person fell to the ground again.

"Boom—"

The giant's body hit the altar, and streaks of golden light emerged from the altar, as if to extract the giant's original power.

This made the giant's body tremble, struggling to get up.

At this time, Han Muye had already discovered that this giant in Pantian Plane actually didn't have the power of his heyday at all.

It's just that the power of his soul is still tyrannical, and the original power of his body is already difficult to support.

Such a body is suitable for refining into an external avatar.

"If that's the case, then I'll accept it." Han Muye whispered, and stepped forward.