Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Pantian plane will not give time to prehistoric times!

The prehistoric who only has the original core but does not have enough power will still be sucked up by the pantian plane and turned into its nourishment!

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, and the sword in his hand was raised again.

Now that he has decided, he will do it.

The prehistoric returned to the plane!

The prehistoric universe has already collapsed, and now only the Ruins Realm is left, how can it return to the real plane?

But Honghuang does not become a plane, and without the will of the plane, it is impossible to resist the original extraction of the Pantian plane at this time.

As a result of today, either the origin of the prehistoric world is sucked out and completely collapsed, or the world can be reshaped and turned into one dimension.

At this moment, Han Muye's strength is enough to leave, but the origin of the wilderness has been scattered, and he will definitely not be able to keep him.

But if he leaves directly and the wilderness collapses, both Zhu Rong Gonggong and those human races will be destroyed as the world collapses, and other divine beasts will no longer be able to survive.

The collapse of the prehistoric world is just an introduction, which will cause the entire ruins at the bottom of the abyss to collapse.

The Ruins Realm is the foundation of the entire prehistoric world, and the last continuation of all inheritances.

Without the Ruins Realm, the entire world would be reduced to nothing.

In the end, the Calamity of Quantity was born, sweeping countless heavens and earths, and reversing the God Realm.

Not only that, the Pantian plane, which has exhausted the primordial source, may not necessarily give up, and may continue to destroy the entire universe.

So for Han Muye, even if he can leave now, it doesn't mean much. If he leaves now, the future will be even more difficult.

In this case, it is better to give it a try.

Reshape the plane.

Let Honghuang have enough strength to fight against the Pantian plane!

On the long sword in his hand, the light of the sword shining in the sky.

This time the sword light is stronger and more radiant and sharper than the original infusion of Slashing the Wilderness before.

This sword is more dignified than the power that caused the primordial origin to become the core of the plane just now.

With the sword in hand, the blood is burning.

Han Muye hasn't felt like this for a long time.

Cultivation is really about letting yourself feel that you are still alive, and you can still have desperate moments.

"boom--"

The body of his Pantian giant clone turned into a ten thousand feet, and endless divine lights emerged from the body, and the divine patterns turned into streams of light intertwined.

The sword of the true spirit in the hand also turned into ten thousand feet, and the divine pattern emerged, gathering from the top of the sword to the outside of the sword.

"cut!"

The long sword swung out towards the sky!

Above the sky, endless fragments appeared.

With one slash of the sword, the world collapsed.

Is this going to crush the prehistoric world?

All the mythical beasts raised their heads and looked at this scene.

Shatter the prehistoric world and then leave the prehistoric world?

If Han Muye left to break the prehistoric world, how is it different from those people from Shenyuan Tiangong just now?

"Honghuang, it's about to end..."

In the void, there was a whisper of loss.

The world is broken, the source is scattered, and the powerful plane absorbs the source. In such a situation, what else can be saved?

"After all, it's impossible." Phoenix lowered his head in despair.

What other power can save the current prehistoric times?

Not even Honghuang himself can.

In the next moment, outside the sky, there is a surge of heaven and earth power pouring in.

It was a more dignified and intense flame than the Great Wilderness.

The flame tore apart the heaven and the earth, and crashed directly between the prehistoric heaven and the earth.

"Master Han." A voice came from the void.

"Han Jianxian."

"Senior brother."

One after another figures stepped in from the void.

mythical beast.

Practitioners.

The God-Slaying War Puppet, Mu Wan, the Chaos Divine Beast.

Countless beasts and practitioners who stepped into Kunwu from the wilderness appeared in the wilderness.

"This is the prehistoric era..."

"Haha, back to the prehistoric, my Kunwu beast will also return to the prehistoric day!"

There were cheers one after another.

Kun Wu.

Due to the destruction of the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the existence that retreated into the last place of the prehistoric heritage.

That is Kunwu, the last corner of the prehistoric, the lost land.

Kunwu, return to the prehistoric times.

In the void, the originally scattered original power was attracted by this power and turned into vortices.

Kunwu, there is a real prehistoric era!

The Honghuang Ruins Realm and the Great Desolate Ruins Realm are worlds that have disappeared in the long river of time, but Kunwu is the real world.

Kunwu's integration is to break through the long river of time and merge with the ancient times.

The power of heaven and earth has changed from virtual to real.

At this moment, the heaven and earth shook, and the entire prehistoric universe began to stir.

Whether it is divine light or fairy light, whether it is spiritual light or magic light, there is no difference.

From now on, there is only one power between heaven and earth, the source!

Kunwu used the power of one world as the foundation to become the center of the prehistoric universe, and with the help of the origin of the entire prehistoric ruins world, he transformed into a plane again!

Even if the current prehistoric plane is only one billionth of its former size, this is also the beginning of the core of the plane.

Taking the core of the ancient origin as the fulcrum, leveraging the entire world, countless worlds, and countless universes overlapped, and finally turned into a powerful plane.

Countless creatures looked at the source that was slowly restrained in front of them, and their faces showed confusion for a moment.

Receive Kunwu, reunite with the origin, and reshape the plane!

Such a thing, I didn't dare to think about it before.

Can such a thing really exist in the world?

You must know that the reshaping of the world means that the creatures of the ancient world have also changed from virtual to real. They are no longer the creatures of the ancient world of ruins, but real creatures!

This is life for endless creatures!

"Prehistoric, plane." Not far away, the tall Canglong whispered softly.

This is something I have never thought about before, nor dared to think about.

"Master Han has reshaped the world and reshaped the ancient plane." Those already desperate divine beasts looked at Han Muye, with complex expressions in their eyes.

"boom--"

Between heaven and earth, the origin is reshaped, wind, fire, cloud and thunder, and five elements are determined!

"Everyone, the origin needs to be controlled, the world needs order, and whether Honghuang can really get rid of the engulfment of the Pantian plane still needs your participation."

Han Muye took one step forward, his body shining with divine light.

Holding the sword in his hand, he flew towards the altar in front of him.

At this time, the power of the Pantian Altar had been activated, and even Han Muye's power could not completely suppress it.

He slashed out with the long sword in his hand, and all the power on the blade matched his own power, causing the surrounding prehistoric power to gather and counteract.

Still not enough.

"Fire." Zhu Rong yelled, and the golden armored warrior behind his figure turned into a golden flame, covering the sky and the sun, and then dissipated between the sky and the earth. ,

One origin, returning to heaven and earth!

The original power of the fire source from the prehistoric plane vibrated and poured into the long sword in Han Muye's hand.

Zhu Rong, the overlord of the Huoyuan lineage, dedicated all his original power and poured it into the long sword in Han Muye's hand, that is, his body.

Without the original power, Zhu Rong's face was pale and his figure fell.

"Master Han, Gonggong is willing to help you." Gonggong let out a long shout, his body dissipated, turned into endless water vapor, and rushed towards the long sword in Han Muye's hand.

He was originally Han Muye who condensed his body with the power of water veins, but now he showed his true nature and dissipated directly between the heaven and the earth.

With the blessing of water and fire, the long sword in Han Muye's hand was pressed down even more.

"Haha, since today's prehistoric era is already our prehistoric world, it is worth it to become a part of the origin." Kunpeng laughed loudly, his body turned into thousands of miles, hit the altar with his head, turned into the light of wind and thunder, and Han Peng The swords in Makino's hands met.

At this time, the divine beasts and souls at the bottom of the wooden pagoda lake rushed forward without hesitation, donating their original power.

Canglong and Fenghuang, who had obtained their original bodies, looked at each other, their figures dissipated, and rushed towards the long sword in Han Muye's hand.

At this time, Han Muye's true spirit body became the carrier of all primordial origins, continuously condensed, turned into billions of weights, and pressed towards the altar below.

The altar vibrated, and the divine light within it began to feel a sense of sluggishness.

Han Muye slowly pressed down the sword in his hand, even though there was endless force blocking it, he did not hesitate.

Sword light, move forward firmly.

At this moment, the sword in his hand was not his own.

This sword is the aggregation of all the power of the strongest creature in the prehistoric universe and the prehistoric plane.

"boom--"

The long sword penetrated everything and pierced the altar.

The divine light on the altar could not withstand the long sword, and was directly pierced by the long sword.

The divine light on the altar turned into chains, locking the sword body.

The long sword suppresses the Pantian Altar, and the power of the altar seals the long sword.

At the last moment when the power of absorption from the Pantian plane subsided, it expanded and sucked the sword in Han Muye's hand directly into it, disappearing into the illusory space.

The altar turned into gray, with mottled cracks on it.

Han Muye's body slowly condensed from ten thousand feet, to a thousand feet, to a hundred feet, and then to nine feet.

Landing on the altar, Han Muye showed a complex look on his face.

The moment the power of the altar came back and sealed his body, he divided his soul, leaving only a trace in his body, while the rest was condensed into his current clone.

The main body has its own cultivation level, plus the blessing of countless divine beasts in the wild, but it was blocked and turned into an ordinary sword, flying to the plane of Pantian.

Now his clone has merged with the power of the ancient world because of the original power that inspired the ancient world.

Now, as long as he completely refines his own strength, he can return to the peak of this body.

Ahead, although the Pantian Altar has been shattered to the limit, there is still a trace of original devouring power emanating from it.

Han Muye sat cross-legged slowly, the original power of his body was released, suppressing the entire altar.

"Master Han."

"Senior brother."

"Master Han."

"Master Han."

One after another, figures flew down and looked at Han Muye.

The breath on Han Muye's body oscillated slowly, and his eyes swept over.

"Let the sixth brother Zhao Zhihu return from the Canaan universe, and first lead the army to sweep the prehistoric plane."

In Han Muye's voice, there was a trace of irresistible majesty.

Blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and the aggregation of his own original power, he has the strongest original power in the prehistoric world.

"Zhu Rong, build the Fire Source God Court, use the origin of the prehistoric world as the totem, and all the beasts and beasts will be driven by the God Court."

"After today, the prehistoric planes will reunite and annex all the heavens and the earth. Anyone who does not follow the order will be punished."

As orders came out one after another, Han Muye's breath surged.

This is a scene where one's vitality and original strength are continuously refined, arousing the visions of the surrounding world.

The water on the Muta Lake was turbulent, and the Pantian Altar slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.

In the flood, the remaining beasts slowly dispersed, and the human army gathered.

In a hundred years, with the help of powerful people from all walks of life, the entire prehistoric world has established a divine court dominated by humans.

Many of those reincarnated beasts and spirits have become the strongest among the human race, responsible for leading the army to guard one side.

Because of the convergence of origins, there are more and more divine beasts, and eighteen divine beast warrior cavalry armies have been formed in the divine court.

Each cavalry army has one hundred thousand soldiers.

This is an army formed with mythical beasts as warriors. The combat power of each army can be shaken by the original overlord.

The leader of these eighteen war horses is Huang Zhihu who returned from the Canaan universe.

She returned from the Canaan universe and formed three legions with the help of the armor and puppets in Han Muye's hands.

The first party is the three million sword cultivators of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Everyone has a cultivation level of at least the Immortal Lord Realm, and there are also a lot of them who are at the Immortal Lord Realm.

With the original swords refined in the ancient times, these sword cultivators have tremendous combat power and are the most powerful legion under Huang Zhihu.

The second battle group is an army of five million battle armors and puppets. It is based on the prehistoric and cosmic-level warrior armors. It is so powerful that even the divine beasts in the prehistoric world dare not face it directly.

The third force is the mythical beast war rider in the ancient world.

The Fire Source Divine Court is also based on the powerful forces of these three parties to suppress the entire prehistoric world.

For three hundred years, the prehistoric world has been devouring all the worlds, and the world it occupies has become more and more extensive, and the origin of the world has become more and more powerful.

As long as those worlds that bred immortal gods are swallowed by the flood, the combat power that the practitioners can display will be suppressed to the limit.

A fairy can only fly in the air with a sword.

In a place with a stable origin like Honghuang, practitioners from other worlds really don't have much combat power.

However, as long as you surrender, practice in the ancient world, feel the original power, and truly master the power of heaven and earth, it will be completely incomparable to the weak and illusory power of the fairy spirit before.

No one is unwilling to practice in the world with original power.

Of course, except for God Realm.

Zhoutian Divine Realm, and the Zhoutian battlefield behind it.

The God Realm, which had already deviated from Honghuang, never expected that Honghuang would turn into a plane again.

Now they can only become the opposite of prehistoric times.

The origin of the wild world will not accept them, and those rebellious beasts can only be swallowed by the original.

The prehistoric army conquered and suppressed, and the Zhoutian God Realm and the Zhoutian battlefield behind it all formed a large army, retreating steadily.

Han Muye didn't care about this.

For hundreds of years, he has been sitting at the Pantian Altar, skillfully manipulating the avatar.

The power of Pantian's avatar is too strong, so strong that it is difficult for him to adapt to it for a while.

Fortunately, not only did he condense the essence of his body, but he gradually tempered it, and his control over power became more and more subtle.

Refining elixirs, refining weapons, and repairing swords.

Using the Pantian plane giant's avatar to refine his body and tyranny, he controlled his rough body subtly, kept tempering, and re-practiced all the means controlled by the main body.

This giant's needle-like practice allowed him to achieve a subtle level of physical strength, original control, and even the movement of his soul.

This also made his cognition and understanding of the power of the Pantian plane, and the manipulation of the original power, to an extreme degree.

Han Muye felt that if his avatar had invaded Hong Huang back then, Hong Huang would have absolutely no chance of resisting.

Five hundred years.

Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, opened his eyes.

His figure moved and stepped out of Muta Lake.

"Master Han, Master Zhihu's army is besieging the Shenyuan Palace of the Zhoutian Divine Realm. Please invite Master Han to go."

A big man wearing golden armor stood by the Muta Lake and spoke loudly.

Shenyuan Tiangong, it’s time to solve it!

Han Muye's eyes flashed with golden light, and he pointed out.

"boom--"

In front of him, a golden passage appeared.

Space channel!

The origin of Honghuang was stable, and Han Muye directly tore open a space channel with one finger!