Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Huang Laoliu punched the big man's face to one side, then stretched out his hand to take back the blue jade.

"Old Ancestor, I said that you haven't seen anyone for hundreds of years, so you came to Styx."

Passing the Qingxuan Jade to Patriarch Tao Ran, Huang Laoliu frowned and said, "Why are you about to lose your lifespan?"

Ancestor Tao Ran's current cultivation base is only just reaching the God of Transformation, and he is still far away from the semi-holy realm.

Hearing Huang Lao-liu's words, Tao Ran's patriarch showed a look of despair and shook his head.

At the beginning, Patriarch Tao Ran was a big boss on Jiuxuan Mountain, and he had been surpassed by his younger generation before he knew it.

His own cultivation talent is not particularly outstanding, and it was wasted when he was in the half-step heaven realm.

Now that two thousand years have passed, it is difficult to improve one's cultivation, and one's lifespan is limited.

"Wo, time, early four—" The big man who was knocked down by Huang Laoliu's punch roared, and flew forward.

Huang Laoliu didn't even bat an eye.

"Boom—"

Luo Ren kicked that guy away with a slanting stab.

After that, Feng Yi and Shi Yuanren rushed forward.

Come to Styx and hold a group?

The people around hurriedly dispersed, afraid of being splashed with blood.

In the Styx, you can only fight with the power of the body and the soul, and the effect of fists is better than that of cultivation.

After a bang, bang, bang, the big man ran away with his eyes crooked and his mouth slanted.

If you don't go, your neck will be crooked.

Here, Patriarch Tao Ran straightened his clothes and looked at Han Muye.

Even though he is now wearing a visor and clothes full of magic, in the eyes of Tao Ran's ancestor, he is still that high-spirited kid.

"Styx is the place where I wait for practitioners who have no hope of moving forward. Your cultivation base is solid, what are you doing here?"

With Han Muye's cultivation, he wouldn't lose his lifespan, right?

Two thousand years ago, Han Muye had already become the ancestor of swordsmanship.

Han Muye smiled, waved his hands and said, "Let's go, go back and talk."

Patriarch Tao Ran came to the world of Styx more than two hundred years ago.

Before he wandered in other realms, he heard that there is a method of rebirth in the Styx, so he moved his mind.

"In my life, there are regrets and brilliance. I can't bear to let the memory of this life be scattered like this. I just want to rebuild it again."

Ancestor Tao Ran looked at Han Muye and Huang Laoliu with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Whether it was self-sacrifice and leaving the sect at the most critical moment in Jiuxuan Mountain, or fighting to the death when he returned later, Patriarch Tao Ran never regretted it.

Afterwards, the entire western border took off, and the Nine Profound Sword Sect sect soared to the sky. Han Muye was in charge of Profound Sky, and eventually became the strongest sword cultivator in the Xianyuan world.

Huang Laoliu also became a great sage who stepped on the sky, and his cultivation was as high as the sky.

Ancestor Tao Ran and the others, the elders of the Sword Sect, followed naturally, and they were respected everywhere.

But sometimes practice is really not just enough to have resources.

Patriarch Tao Ran and Tuoba Cheng were all wasted in the heavenly realm.

Tuoba Chenghao waited until the Immortal Source World was promoted to the Immortal Realm, and with the help of Immortal Qi, his cultivation base would improve.

Tao Ran left Xianyuan world early and missed the opportunity instead.

Hearing Han Muye say that the Immortal Origin World has been promoted to the Immortal Realm, Tao Ran's ancestor showed a trace of bewilderment on his face, then shook his head with a wry smile, and whispered his fate.

Han Muye took out some fairy stones and a few god crystals to Tao Ran.

In his opinion, what Tao Ran lacked was not treasures, but the vigor in his heart.

"Don't worry, Patriarch, we will definitely find opportunities when we go to the holy city."

Hearing his words, Patriarch Tao Ran nodded with a smile.

Huang Laoliu directly arranged for Patriarch Tao Ran on this boat of the Styx River. With his current name, it only needed to say hello.

Han Muye didn't care about these matters, he directly set up the formation, and then took out the dagger.

The dagger looked mottled and rusted. Holding the hilt and exerting a little force, the sword that had been pulled out of the scabbard had long since lost its aura.

This kind of ancient sword basically has its spirituality cut off.

But Han Muye saw something different from this sword.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the sword of the soul in Shenzang flickered, splitting into a trace of sword intent, and falling on the dagger.

"Om—"

The short sword vibrated, and debris fell from the rusted parts on it, and the entire blade seemed to be about to break.

Following the infusion of sword intent, images emerged in Han Muye's mind.

chaos.

misty.

"boom--"

A group of golden flames rose.

That is the sky fire.

The flame that burned the sky and the earth hit another water column whose head and tail could not be seen.

The collision of water and fire, the collision of swords, and the collision of countless magnificent forces aroused the turbulence of the void world.

The power contained in each hit made Han Muye's body tremble after countless tens of thousands of years later.

This is a kind of trembling from the bottom of my heart, which comes from the fear of irresistible power.

"Stab—"

With a flash of sword light, a huge gold-armored body with countless tens of thousands of feet in height was cut off.

The body collapsed and turned into pieces of land.

More and more strong men fell, and the power of the collapse condensed and turned into pieces of land.

"call out--"

A spear flew out of the void in the distance.

The spear flashed, nailing a huge blood-colored crocodile into the void.

The body of the blood crocodile shattered, and the short sword also rolled over.

The moment the memory in the short sword disappeared, Han Muye saw a divine light descending, covering the world.

A towering giant tree collapsed.

There were cheers.

The voice was hazy, as if saying, "It's done."

It seems to say "alive."

Countless streamers crashed into the divine light, and many powerful figures wanted to shatter the divine light.

"Snapped."

The dagger in Han Muye's hand was completely shattered.

But he didn't care, only a deep halo flashed in his eyes, as if he was wrapped by a magical power.

A corrupt force appeared around him.

As soon as that power appeared, the rays of light around his body suddenly shattered.

In Han Muye's body, the surging energy and blood kept surging, but they couldn't resist the erosion of this rotten force.

But in an instant, his soul seemed to dry up.

"Huh?" A voice sounded.

"It's so courageous, even dare to peek at the power of calamity."

There was a trace of curiosity in the voice, and then, the power of the water of the Styx that Han Muye refined before circulated in his body.

In the void, a strange force was pulled by this force and surged in his body.

"Boy, the strongest power in the world is not too much. It is already rare for you to survive. Don't be contaminated by this power in the future."

The sound came again, then died away.

Han Muye stood up slowly, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Minghe Immortal."

Styx Immortal.

Only this powerful person can save Han Muye, whose body and spirit have decayed.

That decaying power is the power of calamity.

The amount of calamity, the time is uncertain, but it will happen once in about tens of millions of years.

That is the power that sweeps the world, causing all the power of practice to collapse and rebuild a new order.

Before Han Muye was contaminated with the power of the previous Measurable Tribulation, he would activate the power of Measuring Tribulation, and after being caught up, he almost lost his mind and soul.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye, who straightened his waist, was shocked.

What a powerful force that is, even the strong immortals are like ants before this calamity.

Only those giant golden armor bodies can resist the calamity.

But these strong men also need to devour the power of others to complete the accumulation and excess of a calamity.

Raising his hand, Han Muye's fingertips had two breaths entangled.

One is blue-gray, like the power of the vegetation world.

The other one has the power of corruption.

The power of decay is the power of calamity!

Han Muye unexpectedly held back a force of calamity before him, and controlled it.

If this is known to outsiders, I'm afraid it will be frightening.

Measuring calamity is a great calamity of heaven and earth that occurs only once in at least tens of millions of years, and it is an unsolvable force in the world.

Countless strong men fell, and the immortals had to do everything possible to save their lives.

How could such a powerful force be controlled by living beings?

But that rotten power is clearly a measure of calamity!

And the other one is the power in the previous calamity.

"Tiantianmu..."

The strongest person in the previous calamity finally fell, and his power evolved into the world, creating a new world.

This trace of power is the original power of Tongtianmu.

The power of the source is not as good as the power of the calamity, but there have been new changes in the entanglement.

"rule?"

A new world has new rules.

The power of rules is the foundation of world power.

The fusion of the original power of Tongtianmu and the power of measuring robbery has turned into a new rule.

At the beginning, if he had given Tongtianmu a little more time to successfully integrate his own origin with the amount of calamity, he would have become the master of the new era.

Unfortunately, he failed.

"How many people survived the last calamity?"

How strong will those who have survived one or several calamities be?

Tongtian Xianzun said at the beginning that he had survived several calamities, so did he himself control the rules?

At this moment, Han Muye understood in his heart that rules are the power that Immortal Venerable pursues.

Only those who control the rules can survive the calamity safely.

Otherwise, you can only rely on luck if you want to survive the calamity.

"Tongtian Immortal Venerable, what are you planning..."

Han Muye's eyes flickered.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable's methods are so strong, it is absolutely impossible to be imprisoned by the gods so easily.

Now he is willing to be imprisoned in the God Realm, for what arrangement?

Han Muye knew that he would eventually meet the Immortal Master Tongtian, but he would never go without confidence.

Seeing the two auras slowly dissipating from his fingertips, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

This may be a blessing in disguise.

The power of this rule was obtained and controlled by him.

The separation is the source and the measure, and the combination is the rule.

Walking out of the cabin slowly, Han Muye could feel a slight difference.

Looking at the world again, he can see the power in this world more clearly.

For example, the power of qi and blood floating above the Styx River at this time.

In the blood, a faint force vibrates, and it seems to be in response to this force.

Immortal Venerable Styx made a move, mobilizing the power of Styx to bless his body, and now he has a little more connection with this Styx.

Just like, the ghost beast hidden in the river of darkness.

The relationship between Hades and Styx is one of parasitism and nurturing.

Styx raised the ghost beast, but the ghost beast stole its power and turned it into its own power.

The more ghost beasts there are in the Styx, the more the power of the Styx will be dispersed.

The Styx Ferryman is to help Styx clean up the Styx beasts, to ensure the smooth flow of the Styx River, and the pure inheritance of power exists.

There was no one around, Han Muye raised his hand and a ball of blood-colored Styx water fell on his palm.

If this scene is seen by outsiders, their jaws will drop in shock.

The power above the Styx is imprisoned, except for the power of the soul and the body, there is no other way, and nothing floats.

What power can attract the water of the Styx?

Not only that, at this time Styx's restraint on Han Muye's cultivation has disappeared.

In other words, he can use the kendo cultivation in his body, and he can also use his own immortal cultivation to cast spells.

Who would dare to believe that spells were cast on the Styx River?

The bloody river water in the palm turned into a red cloud and dissipated directly.

These river waters have been refined by Han Muye.

Previously, it took a long time to refine a drop of river water, but now this ball of river water has been integrated into the body in just an instant.

Without experimenting with this power change, he walked slowly to the deck.

There are very few people on board, and most of them are still on Xuanming Island and have not returned.

Huang Laoliu and the others were not there either.

"Brother Han, Sixth Brother is fighting with others, why don't you go and cheer?" Not far away, an old man in a gray Taoist robe with a black magic light around his body saw Han Muye and said in a low voice.

fight?

A trace of astonishment flashed across Han Muye's face.

Sixth brother still has this leisurely mind?

"It is said that the sixth brother injured the people on a certain boat of the Styx yesterday. They were not popular there. They challenged the sixth brother, but he was beaten back. Then the matter became more and more troublesome, so he was put out of the ring."

The old man told Han Muye the reason of the incident, and took a small boat to Xuanming Island.

He was the only one who traveled a hundred feet in a small bone boat, when he suddenly felt the sound of wind behind him.

Turning around, he suddenly widened his eyes.

Han Muye, who was dressed in a green robe, walked on the waves with a long sword on his back, but within a few steps, he had already landed on Xuanming Island.

Ride on the waves in the Styx River?

is it possible?

The old man's eyes widened, knowing that Han Muye's figure had disappeared, he didn't even recover.

Han Muye rushed up to Xuanming Island, and walked quickly, but after a while, he reached a square in Little Rock City.

At this time, the square was already surrounded by people, and on a stone platform with a height of three feet and a radius of several feet in the middle, two figures were fighting.

The sound of punches hitting the flesh was like beating a drum.

Huang Laoliu was dressed in a black magic armor, his punches and kicks carried strong winds, the big man opposite him did not show any weakness, he punched and kicked back and forth with him, clearly not losing the wind.

Huang Laoliu's boxing and kicking skills are not bad, and when fighting in the devil world, he has honed and refined his killing methods.

After watching it for a moment, Han Muye understood that Huang Laoliu did not kill him.

Huang Laoliu's demonic cultivation base is tyrannical, and his combat power is extremely extraordinary even if he suppresses the demonic energy.

If he hadn't kept his hand, he could have dealt with each other ten face-to-face.

However, the opponent's strength is indeed not bad, and his cultivation base must already be at the peak of Tianzun, and he has even practiced against the sky. Only by condensing his blood and energy can he have the power to stop Huang Laoliu.

The cohesion and display of such pure power is rare.

It can be called invincible among the same rank.

"Boom—"

Huang Laoliu punched the opponent on the shoulder, knocking him back three steps.

Not only was the big man not angry, but he let out a long laugh, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Six is ​​mighty, Tang Jin admires him."

As he spoke, he took a step back and said loudly: "From now on, Tang Jin will follow Sixth Brother in the world of Styx."

As he said this, there was a loud applause from below.

Many people around the ring clasped their fists and shouted to follow Sixth Brother.

Han Muye probably heard that Huang Laoliu had won many matches in a row, and he defeated all those who came up to try their fists.

These people admired him more and more for his skills and cultivation, and after winning the ring, he subdued some people with similar tempers.

Han Muye felt that Huang Lao Liu still had to be controlled like the sixth sister-in-law, so don't let him out.

After that, there were a few demon cultivators who rushed to the ring, but they retreated after only a few rounds in front of Huang Laoliu.

By the time all the boats of the Styx gathered and were about to cross the Luansha reef, Huang Laoliu had already gathered hundreds of demon cultivators with good cultivation bases.

They all moved from their own boats and ate and drank with Huang Laoliu on this boat.

Han Muye didn't bother to answer, and simply kicked Huang Laoliu out of the cabin.

This stunned Feng Yi and Shi Yuan, who were originally in the same cabin.

"Hey, Brother Han, although you and Sixth Brother are here together, you shouldn't look down on the relationship so much."

"Sixth brother gathers one party's strength, and it is beneficial to be in the holy city."

Feng Yi whispered a little disappointed.

Immortal Shi Yuan was even more straightforward. He packed up his things and went to follow Huang Lao Liu.

On the contrary, Patriarch Tao Ran moved to Han Muye's quiet room and chatted with him about fire cultivation methods and alchemy techniques.

Feng Yi also knows how to make alchemy, and when he talked about all kinds of alchemy with Patriarch Tao Ran, he cherished each other very much.

"Hey, the way of alchemy is vast, and it will be difficult for me to enter the realm of a master." Patriarch Tao Ran shook his head and looked at Han Muye: "That girl Mu Wan has at least entered the realm of a saint by virtue of the way of alchemy?"

Mu Wan's alchemy practice on Jiuxuan Mountain is the most profound.

No, the real alchemy cultivation base must be the kid in front of him.

Seeing Han Muye nodding with a chuckle, Patriarch Tao Ran muttered, "You probably have already given up on alchemy..."

When Han Muye was studying alchemy, his idea was the same as his, it was to use alchemy to complement the way of swordsmanship.

The spirit stones and treasures exchanged by Dan Dao are used to support practice.

Now that Han Muye's cultivation base is unparalleled, and the power behind him is huge, he doesn't need to refine all kinds of pills by himself.

What's more, there is Mu Wan, a Taoist companion, who wholeheartedly makes alchemy for him.

"Han Xiaoyou," Feng Yi looked at Han Muye, took out a jade slip in his hand and said, "This is the way of alchemy that I have cultivated all my life, you can take a look."

Putting the jade slips on the table, he sighed and said, "Going to the Holy City, I don't know if I can find a chance. This inheritance of alchemy cannot be cut off."

Although he didn't say anything in his mouth, he understood that he was handing over his alchemy inheritance to Han Muye.

Whether Han Muye cultivated it himself or gave it to someone else, he could at least guarantee that the inheritance would not disappear.

Holding the jade slip in his hand, his spiritual sense penetrated into it, and Han Muye was a little surprised.

This Feng Yi's alchemy inheritance is quite desirable.

Whether it is the choice of the combination of elixir, or the sublimation of power after mixing multiple low-level elixir, each has its own unique means.

Sure enough, there is always a way to practice in the world.

His spiritual reading speed is extremely fast, and he has read all the information in this jade slip in just a moment.

Seeing that he was silent, as if he was deep in thought, Feng Yi shook his head and said with regret: "It's a pity that you can't use your cultivation power here, otherwise the old man can use his own alchemy methods for you to take a closer look."

He thought that Han Muye was stumped by the very advanced alchemy methods in the jade slips.

Hearing his words, Han Muye laughed and raised his hand suddenly.

A golden light shield enveloped the quiet room.

The moment the mask shrouded, both Feng Yi and Patriarch Tao Ran felt trembling all over.

There is a trace of spiritual energy surging on them.

"This, this—" Feng Yi's mouth trembled, but he was speechless.

On the Styx River, there is spiritual energy appearing, how is this possible?

But at this moment, he has already sensed the surge of aura power in his body.

Ancestor Tao Ran shook his head with a complex expression.

"I knew it."

"It's not surprising that anything strange happens to you."

He has been shocked countless times since Han Muye was a sword watcher in Jiange.

There were so many shocking things that Han Muye brought him, it was not surprising.

"Now you can make alchemy." Han Muye said with a smile.

Feng Yi and Tao Ran laughed, and each took out a Danding with a wave.

Han Muye did not make alchemy, but just watched from the sidelines.

A gleam of divine light flickered in his eyes.

After mastering the rules, he saw something different.

There is a silent power sprouting from Tao Ran Patriarch and Feng Yi.

This power is full of vitality.

If this power is allowed to grow, they will have a chance to be reborn.

But this power is too weak.

As long as there is a trace of external force to suppress, this force will be blown out like a candle.

"The avenue of heaven and earth, the rules of life and death." Han Muye's heart skipped a beat.

This is the rule of life and death.

What Immortal Venerable Styx understands is the rules of life and death, which can make people change life and death.

Then, it is impossible for the Styx Immortal, who can change life and death, to fall.

During the war that year, he was most seriously injured.

Therefore, he couldn't control his deadly power, and the power leaked out, turning into the Styx.

Unknowingly, Han Muye's perception became clearer.

Ancestor Tao Ran and Feng Yi continued to refine various pills. The two had similar cultivation bases and similar knowledge, and they communicated more smoothly.

A few days later, when the two put away the alchemy furnace, small jade bottles were placed on the table.

Han Muye raised his hand to disperse the enveloping light curtain.

The moment the light curtain dissipated, a faint blood surged from Feng Yi and Tao Ran's ancestors who were very old.

Their faces also slowly recovered from their old age.

The two looked at each other in amazement from being gray-haired to gray-haired and in their late teens.

Tao Ran looked at Han Muye in surprise.

"Life and death are in the heart, if the heart is not dead, the world will never be destroyed." Han Muye said softly.

If the heart is not dead, the life will never end.

At this moment, Patriarch Tao Ran understood Han Muye's meaning.

"Styx, hehe, this is the true power of Styx." With a sigh of emotion, Patriarch Tao Ran stood up.

"When I leave this place, I will walk in the heavens and the world."

"The world is so big, it's really wonderful."

"Haha, let's go together, let's go together." Feng Yi also straightened his clothes and stood up.

The light curtain dissipated, and a roar came from outside the cabin.

After putting away all kinds of jade bottles, the three of them walked out of the cabin.

The deck is already full of practitioners.

Holding a long spear, Huang Laoliu, who was condensed with the icon of the magic way behind his back, stood on the bow of the boat. The wind and waves were rising in front of him, and many ghost beasts and strange beasts in the water emerged from the waves.

"kill!"

As soon as he shouted, several practitioners jumped out and landed on the strange beasts that surfaced, slashing down with swords in their hands.

At the rear, more than a dozen boats of the Styx split the waves and meandered forward in the bloody long river.

"Haha, I still treat you like a brother and you won't be able to come out of seclusion." Seeing Han Muye walk out, Huang Laoliu laughed, and threw out the spear in his hand.

"Boom—"

On the waves ten thousand feet away, a thirty-foot-long frightened beast was pierced by a single shot.