Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The long sword in Huang Zhihu's hand triggered the power of the sword array behind him, and the sword edge turned into a sword river thousands of miles away, like stars gathering in the sky.

The power of the demonic dragon activated by the spear in Huang Laoliu's hand was entangled with the power of the surrounding heaven and earth, and finally turned into a sharp edge that pierced the heaven and earth.

The two streams of light collided with the illusory body of Han Muye, and then hit the illusory cloud light on the altar.

The cloud light shook and seemed to be torn apart.

The illusory Han Muye's body was also shaking continuously, and a trace of pain flashed on his face.

"Ants."

The originally calm eyes of Illusory Han Muye revealed murderous intent.

He waved his hand, and dazzling lights appeared around him. These haloes turned into sharp blades and circulated around him.

Each of these blades has the same origin as the Immortal Killing Sword originally given to Han Muye, and can reverse time.

No one can resist such a sword edge.

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

"In front of me, anyone who prevents me from returning to the ancient plane and becoming the master of the ancient plane will die."

The aura of Illusory Han Muye was no longer peaceful, but a fierce aura was surging.

On the altar, the light of Huang Zhihu's sword and the sharp edge of Huang Laoliu's spear were both swallowed up.

In the wild world, no one can break through this cloud light.

Because the original power of Tongtian Immortal Lord, or Jiuxuan Peak Master, is connected with that of the prehistoric times.

He carries the continuation of the prehistoric world, his origin is consistent with the prehistoric world, and he may really become the master of the prehistoric plane.

"If you want to control the ancient plane, what does my blue sky mean?" In the distance, the strong man from the blue sky danced with a gun in his hand, drawing the power of the blue sky to expand around him.

On the sky, cracks were torn apart, and countless figures flew down from them.

The plane of heaven is fully invaded!

Ahead, the ancient army, led by divine beasts and battle formations, struggled to resist the figures falling from the sky.

"You have no choice." Han Muye clenched his fists, his eyes filled with violence.

"Either, cooperate with me to reshape the prehistoric plane."

"Or, watch the ancient world be swallowed up by the plane of heaven."

In the current situation, only the reconstruction of the ancient world can stop the strong men from the sky plane.

Otherwise, if the source is not condensed enough, both the divine beast and the practitioner will be suppressed in front of the other party and unable to take action.

As for the reshaping of the ancient world, it was for the Tongtian Immortal Lord to devour everything Han Muye had and take back all his power.

Huang Zhihu raised his sword again.

But this time, Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand to suppress the edge of her sword.

"It's impossible for your foster father to be suppressed like this. He must have some plan."

"Let's see and talk about it later."

Just now, one attack could not break the cloud light on the altar. Huang Laoliu had already understood that nothing could be changed with their strength.

And from beginning to end, Han Muye seemed to have no real resistance.

This is unreasonable.

Seeing that Huang Laoliu and Huang Zhihu in front of them did not take action again, and the ancient army tried their best to resist the strong men from the sky plane, the illusory Han Muye's figure shook slightly, and the blood and cloud light behind him also began to intertwine.

This scene seemed like a cloud dragon swallowing endless power.

This is swallowing up all the original power of Han Muye.

Just as the cloud light shook, the expression on the illusory Han Muye's face changed from calm to surprise, and then to horror.

"You, how come your original power is so stable!"

"Qi and blood, this Qi and blood is wrong!"

"Where is my dragon-crocodile power?"

"Sword, where did the Immortal-Slaying Sword go?"

"This body, this body is wrong!"

…

Tongtian Immortal Lord's voice started from a surprised whisper, and gradually turned into a crazy roar.

From crazy roars to panicked shouts.

The energy and blood he thought he had controlled and the power of the dragon and crocodile that could be directly integrated were now not felt in Han Muye.

He thought that by replenishing his Immortal Killing Sword, he could control Han Muye's Soul Sword and turn it into the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, but what about Han Muye's three Soul Swords?

He had always been certain that as long as he controlled Han Muye's body, linked his origins to the world of ancient times, and unleashed the power of the original seven treasures, he could become the master of the ancient world.

But what about those treasures?

What is the origin of Han Muye's body?

"You, who are you-"

Everything that was planned was suddenly discovered that everything was not as planned before.

The power of Dragon Crocodile is gone.

The Soul Sword is gone.

All the treasures left by the Master of Jiuxuan Peak are gone.

What else?

Without these powers, how can we integrate?

The power after the fusion can no longer control the ancient world, let alone reunite the ancient world.

In other words, all plans will come to nothing.

Countless years, countless reversals of time and space, countless accumulations.

Today is the closest to success.

The illusive Han Muye's body continued to vibrate, revealing the body of Tongtian Immortal Lord.

He is not a Tongtian Immortal Lord, but a figure wearing black robes, with dragon horns on his head, and divine patterns on his face.

This is the true face of Tongtian Immortal Lord. The body that existed before the prehistoric era is not a pure human race.

"Han Muye, come out!"

Tongtian Immortal Lord roared angrily, looking at the cloud light surging above the altar.

As he shouted angrily, a figure stepped out from the altar.

Han Muye.

Han Muye, who thought he had been suppressed and swallowed, now appeared there with an upright figure.

"Tell me how you did it."

"Where's the power of Dragon Crocodile?"

"Where's the ancient power?"

"Where have the Zhoutian Sword Formation and your Divine Soul Sword gone?"

Staring at Han Muye closely, Tongtian Immortal Lord gritted his teeth and spoke.

He had been planning for countless years, countless times, just waiting for this time.

He was unwilling to give in.

He wanted to find out.

Han Muye stood where he was, with a calm expression.

Looking up at the anxious and crazy-looking Tongtian Immortal Lord, he shook his head slightly.

"The great road is perfect, escape from one of them."

"In this world, there will eventually be a glimmer of hope for escape."

"Tongtian Immortal Lord. Don't you understand yet?"

"You and I are both one of those who escaped..."

The great wasteland collapsed, and one part of heaven and earth escaped, turning into the Immortal Lord Tongtian.

As for Han Muye, it has always been an accident that is far away from the ancient times.

"No, it's impossible!" Tongtian Immortal Master looked frantic on his face as he looked at the collapsing sky above his head.

The army from the Cangtian plane has arrived, and the prehistoric plane is unstable. How can we support such a situation?

The ancient world is really going to collapse and disappear this time.

"Han Muye, Han Muye, I have been planning for countless thousands of years to transform the world into another plane, so that all living things can live forever and there will be no more calamities..."

Tongtian Immortal Master showed a look of despair on his face.

The void shook, the heaven and earth collapsed, and the reunion of the planes became a luxury.

it's all over.

"Is it difficult to reunite with Honghuang?" Han Muye looked at the sky and said calmly.

Disaster?

Is this difficult?

Tongtian Immortal Lord shook his head with a look of despair.

"The origin cannot be supported and cannot be gathered together. The heaven and earth collapse, falling into endless darkness and turning into nothingness."

"This is the collapse of the origin. What power can support the entire plane before the origin is gathered?"

The sky is collapsing.

The origin is dissipating.

Han Muye looked at the sky and the earth above his head, his expression still calm.

He took a step forward and a voice sounded.

"Is it just supporting one aspect?"

"is it hard?"