Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye's palm seemed ordinary to the people around him.

It's just a means of raising hands and feet, how powerful can it be?

Can such a palm withstand a heavy punch that could destroy the Dao?

But this palm in the eyes of the big man who punched made him tremble and unable to control himself.

This palm is not a palm, it is clearly a conflict between heaven and earth!

One palm can have the power of heaven and earth, which is not something that Taoist practitioners can have.

Above the Dao realm, the Shiyuan realm!

The seemingly calm person in front of me turned out to be a practitioner of the Shiyuan Realm!

"Bang——"

The fists and palms collided, and a faint sound came out.

The big man was trembling all over, as if he was carrying tens of millions of weights. His legs could not stand at all, and he knelt down in front of Han Muye.

"Although you can't withstand my slap, you still gave me such a big gift." Han Muye smiled slightly and reached out to pat the big man on the shoulder: "What's your name?"

The big man was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bowed: "I, the villain Zhang, have met my eldest brother."

Han Muye smiled and shook his head and walked forward.

People around him hurriedly moved out of the way.

Han Muye subdued Zhang Zheng with one palm, and others suddenly did not dare to face him directly.

"Brother, I will set up a barracks for you."

"Quickly, vacate the best barracks."

Zhang Cheng shouted from behind and ran after him.

Seven or eight practitioners in martial robes followed quickly.

The old man with shaggy hair who had been standing aside watched Han Muye leave and narrowed his eyes.

"Jidao realm? Or Shiyuan realm?"

"If he is really in the First Yuan realm, he must be a guy who wants to use the merits of the Death Battalion to join the Suppressing Heavenly Guard."

He whispered softly, and there was a faint energy of blood floating in his body.

"Master Lu, what kind of cultivation level does this guy have? He can't even block the palm of a charter?" A skinny young man came forward, looked at the old man and asked in a low voice.

The old man shook his head and grinned: "No matter what his cultivation level is, the one who survives long in the death camp is the one who has the ability."

These words put smiles on the faces of everyone around him.

However, when everyone looked in the direction of Han Muye, there was a little more sparkle in their eyes.

In the death camp, those who rely on the strong can live longer.

…

The large tent that Zhang Cheng found for Han Muye was not small. It was supported by the furs of exotic animals and was filled with light.

The charter also introduced the death camp and things surrounding the camp.

This camp is where the army of Shenhe County in Wulingzhou was stationed in the Battle of Zhengtian, with a total of tens of millions of troops stationed there.

Among these tens of millions of troops, there are eight million practitioners from various sects, but most of them are not high in cultivation, not many in the Shiyuan realm, and very few in the Qiankun realm.

Among the remaining 2 million troops, there are 100,000 military guards, who maintain order in the camp, supervise battles, and sometimes go out on expeditions.

The death camp numbered 1.5 million people.

The remaining 500,000 are the Heaven-Suppressing Guards.

Most of the people in the death camp are people from various sects who have made mistakes, and there are also people who are willing to come to compete for military merit.

"If you want to become a Heaven-Suppressing Guard, one way is to have great potential, obtain the Heaven-Suppressing Order, and become a reserve Heaven-Suppressing Guard. The other way is to become a Heaven-Suppressing Guard through military exploits and a hundred battles."

Looking at Han Muye, there was a deep sparkle in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

When he entered the death camp in Shiyuan Realm, no one would believe him if he said he had no intention of becoming a Tianzhen Guard.

"What if you have both the Heaven-Suppressing Order and the military merit of a hundred battles to the death?" Han Muye said softly with a calm expression.

Zhang Cheng's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Han Muye's words could not have been said unintentionally.

Could it be that he has a heaven-suppressing order in his hand?

"Brother, if you carry out the Heaven-Suppressing Order and fight to the death in a hundred battles, you can become the Commander-in-Chief of the Heaven-Suppressing Guard."

"If you can accumulate military exploits, you can even become a captain."

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and whispered: "Not to mention that the Lieutenant Colonel of the Zhentian Guards can command three thousand Zhentian Guards. The power of one guard can sweep across the world. Just by leading an army, he can form a million-strong army. , is what countless people long for.”

The right to form an army.

The armies in the Conquest of Heaven were all temporarily formed and would be disbanded after the war.

At that time, as a Zhentianwei, you could recruit soldiers.

These soldiers who survived the war had absolute combat power.

Only Lieutenant Colonel Zhentianwei is qualified to form an army.

However, it is not a simple matter to become a captain of Zhentian Guards.

According to the regulations, of the 1.5 million soldiers of the death camp, no more than 100,000 people will be able to leave alive in the end.

Among these 100,000 people, there are no more than 100 people who can become Tianzhen Guards.

Among the hundred people, at most two became Tianzhen captains.

There are nearly a million people, and only one Zhentian captain emerges.

Compared to the 500,000 Tianzhen Guards, this ratio is too low to imagine.

"The Heaven-Suppressing Guards are all selected from the military guards, and are recruited from large sects. The military camps like ours for the Conquest of Heaven can produce too few."

Zhang Cheng nodded regretfully.

The Immortal Dynasty cooperates with large sects, and ordinary practitioners have no chance of promotion.

Just like this tens of millions of troops, even if all of them are killed or injured, only a few will become the Heaven-Suppressing Guards.

There is no chance of becoming an ordinary military guard.

After Zhang Cheng left, Han Muye rested in the camp and paid no attention to outside matters.

The main camp of the Mitian Sword Sect is arranged by Zhang Mingyuan and others.

He just needs to keep polishing his cultivation and channeling his power.

Ten days later, the heaven and earth roared.

"Brother, the battle to the death camp is going out!"

Outside the big tent, the voice of the charter sounded.

Han Muye walked out of the tent and saw more than a hundred big men in black armor standing bowed outside.

These people originally followed the regulations, but now they all listen to Han Muye's orders.

Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance.

The light pillar penetrating the sky was intertwined with golden divine light.

A doorway with a radius of a hundred miles appeared.

Outside the gate is the heaven and earth outside the Pantian plane.

"Zhengtian——"

A long roar sounded from afar.

That voice shook the heaven and the earth, and he was clearly a powerful man with a heavenly cultivation.

"The realm of life and death."

Han Muye whispered.

"Zhengtian——"

Countless voices gathered and turned into a frenzy that shook the mountains and rivers.

The origin of heaven and earth turned into a strong wind, stirring up the surrounding clouds and waves.

The power of heaven and earth in the Pantian plane is stirring, and the endless source power is arousing.

Every battle to conquer the sky increases the power of heaven and earth in the Pantian plane.

This is the general trend driven by heaven and earth.

The battle between heaven and earth is about sacrifice and war.

Military formations rushed towards the formation one after another, were shrouded in pillars of light, and then disappeared into the courtyard.

"Let's go."

Han Muye spoke calmly, ran away quickly with his hands empty.

Zhang Cheng and others quickly followed.

Behind him, Mr. Lu smiled and waved, followed by hundreds of people.

The team rushed into the light pillar and disappeared into the Pantian plane.

Around them, tens of thousands of such teams of hundreds of people disappeared.

…

Han Muye's figure appeared in a blue-grey sky and earth. The surrounding mountains and fields were similar to the Pantian plane, but the number was so high that it reached the clouds, and the mountains and rivers were huge.

"This is the Giant Source Plane." Layers of golden light flickered on Zhang Cheng who followed Han Muye, and his body uncontrollably grew ten feet tall.

Behind them, the bodies of thousands of cultivators who had fallen here were condensed into ten feet.

Han Muye was also shrouded in golden light, but his body remained unchanged at all.

"A certain person is Mao Dahe of the Baishi Sect, with a peak level of cultivation in the extreme realm."

"Those who follow will come."

Not far away, a giant thirty feet tall shouted.

A group of practitioners gathered towards that side.

In the extreme realm, he is considered a master in the death camp.

Within a hundred breaths, thousands of people gathered there with great momentum.

The thirty-foot-tall golden-armored man at the front looked in the direction of Han Muye and the others, with a sneer on his face.

"Hmph, we will be defeated later, but don't blame me for not saving you."

These words made the practitioners gathered there smile on their faces.

If you step into other planes and don't follow the strong and stay together, isn't this looking for death?

Zhang Cheng looked at the people behind him. Among the more than 100 people, there were some whose eyes flickered and seemed to shrink back.

Han Muye glanced forward and said calmly: "Let's go."

After the words fell, he took a step forward.

"boom--"

His body can reach a hundred feet in one step.

Take another step forward.

The surrounding world shook.

Everyone raised their heads, widened their eyes, and looked at this giant that was blocking out the sky!

Thousands of feet!

"Qiankun Realm..."

"How is it possible? How can one enter a death camp in such a state..."

A series of dull whispers sounded.

Han Muye stepped out again.

"boom--"

Thousands of miles in radius, the heaven and earth shook, and mountains and rivers collapsed!

lofty! (End of chapter)