Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye stood majestically above the head of the ten thousand-foot dragon sculpture.

A person, a beast, and a city are facing each other, and there is a sense of crushing in the momentum.

"Who is this?" Someone in the city looked at Han Muye in horror and whispered.

Many people moved quietly outside the city.

Is there really someone in the world who can be so strong as to overwhelm the Holy City by himself?

The surging energy and blood power of the dragon carving beast would freeze the body even through layers of light curtains.

If this beast charged into the city, how many people would die with one blow.

On the top of the city, the expressions on the faces of the ferrymen and elders of the Holy City of Styx changed, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.

This battle is just to collect debts?

The array of spirits and souls guarding the city rose up, and all the strong men climbed to the top of the city. The city was full of alerts, and countless practitioners were ready to fight for their lives.

It's all like this, is it something that Jin Zhu can settle?

You said earlier that it was necessary to rush up like this for the sake of Jin Zhu?

"Ahem, that, Fellow Daoist Han, the gold beads will naturally be returned, one is not many, one is not many." Qu Qian took a step forward and spoke loudly.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, and the body of the seven-headed dragon beast under him turned into golden light, revealing the appearance of a stern young man in black robe.

Alien beast transformation!

How strong is this beast?

Han Muye and Han Qifei fell and bumped into the layers of light curtains.

Han Muye raised his hand and pressed his palm down.

"Snapped--"

A golden thunder directly tore through the light curtain, and then shattered the void in a radius of ten thousand zhang.

"hiss--"

"What a powerful method!"

There was a low cry on the top of the city.

The power displayed by this blow is so magnificent that it makes one's heart tremble.

The power of thunder and lightning embodies the profound and miraculous, and he is afraid from the bottom of his heart for the Styx Ferrymen who grew up in the Styx River.

Tearing off the light curtain, Han Muye and Han Qi landed directly on the top of the wall.

"Where is Sixth Brother?" Han Muye looked at Qu Qian.

Qu Qian was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Han, come to the city to talk."

His eyes swept over Han Qi who was following behind Han Muye.

Others also turned their attention to Han Qi unconsciously.

This is a powerful seven-headed dragon carving beast.

The person in front of him actually surrendered the seven-headed dragon carving beast.

Such strong people don't know whether it is a disaster or a blessing in the holy city.

Han Muye glanced over, nodded and walked forward.

Everyone apprehensively welcomed Han Muye and Han Qi to the main hall in the city.

The light array all over the city slowly dissipated.

All the practitioners looked blank.

Where did the seven dragon carving beasts go?

Who is that person standing on top of the seven-headed dragon sculpture beast, and where did he go?

Why did this person come to the holy city?

With countless questions in their minds, some people ran out of the city cautiously, while others looked curiously at the main hall in the city.

In the main hall, Han Muye stood in the middle, and several smiling Stygian ferrymen in white robes stepped forward.

Small bags were delivered to Han Muye one by one.

golden beads.

The remaining six thousand gold beads from the sale of the Sky-breaking Crossbow were given away one at a time.

"Fellow Daoist Han rescued the boat of the Styx River, and then sold those treasures to us. You are a friend of my Styx ferryman clan."

The old man who spoke was full of mysterious soul power, and it seemed as if he was about to break open the void while surging.

Another old man raised his hand and sent out a green and black jade tablet.

"This is a token of my holy city, representing the honored guest status of the ferryman of the Styx River."

Han Muye bluntly took the jade token and gold beads away, and then asked, "Where is Sixth Brother?"

In the main hall, everyone turned their heads to look at Qu Qian.

Here, only Qu Qian is familiar with Han Muye.

Qu Qian stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong, they went to the holy place of the altar in order to gain the power of the holy city."

Altar sanctuary?

Han Muye frowned.

As he frowned, Han Qi behind him was surging with tyrannical energy and blood.

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly tensed.

The elders of the Styx ferrymen glanced at each other, and the white-robed old man standing in front said, "Fellow Daoist Han, that is their own choice, and it is also the opportunity that all those who come to the holy city to practice are looking for."

Altar of the Holy City, after which is the Holy Land.

There is the source of power in the Styx world.

As long as you practice there, you will be recognized by Styx, and it is not a dream to rejuvenate life and death.

holy place?

Han Muye's eyes revealed a deep divine light.

The so-called holy land is probably the place associated with the Styx Immortal.

I don't know if it is the place where the Styx Immortal was suppressed or where his body fell.

But no matter where it was, Han Muye knew that after the Great Elder refined the Styx Immortal, that holy land might have become a dangerous place, a desperate place.

Where Huanglaoliu and the others go, I don't know if they will get a chance, but there will definitely be dangers.

"Holy Land," Han Muye cast his eyes on the elder ferryman in front of him, "If Sixth Brother is in any danger, I will demolish your city."

As his voice fell, the atmosphere in the surrounding air turned into ice cold.

Golden light shot out from Han Qi's eyes, and the golden light flickered, triggering the collision of countless soul powers in the hall.

Han Muye didn't need to do anything, Han Qi alone could kill everyone present.

The strength of the seven-headed dragon carving beast is not something these Styx ferrymen can resist.

"Fellow Daoist Han, whatever is good or bad is up to Fellow Daoist Xiong and the others." Qu Qian's face was pale, and he tried his best to resist the crushing spirit of the seven-headed dragon carving beast, and said in a deep voice.

"Before they went, we told them it was dangerous."

Han Muye turned his head, with murderous intent in his eyes, and stared at Qu Qian: "Then did you tell them that the so-called Styx chance is all preached by Ke Shouen for Immortal Venerable to enter the Soul Banner?"

This sentence changed the faces of all the Styx ferrymen in the entire hall!

"Great Elder?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Nonsense, it is absolutely impossible for the Great Elder to use the soul-suppressing banner to refine the body of the Immortal Venerable."

"How do you know that the great elder used the soul-suppressing flag to refine the immortal?"

In an instant, the hall was in chaos.

Han Muye snorted coldly, Han Qi stepped forward and punched him down.

"boom--"

The golden power of the soul combined with the strong wind brought by the fist, and a whirlwind was set off above the hall.

When the whirlwind started, the people in the hall couldn't stop it at all, and they retreated continuously.

They shot with all their strength, their bodies were intertwined with golden light, and they could only try their best to stay in the whirlwind.

"I don't care how civil strife is in your holy city, and I don't care who gets the inheritance of the immortal master. I only know that if the sixth brother and the others are damaged under this holy city, I will tear down the holy city."

Han Muye gave a low cry and raised his hand.

"Canglang—"

The long sword was unsheathed behind him, and the blue-black sword light turned and slashed heavily.

"Boom—"

The heavy top of the holy city hall was overturned, revealing the sky with a hint of blueness.

Ke Shouen, the Great Elder of the Holy City, took the souls of countless practitioners to sacrifice to refine the soul-suppressing banners. It is impossible for people in the hall not to know about this.

As a Ferryman of the Styx River, seeing so many practitioners being extracted from the holy city, and they also brought practitioners from everywhere, this is clearly an accomplice.

Han Muye slashed the top of the main hall of the Holy City with his sword, which was a warning.

This is the choice Han Muye had in mind when he left Luansha Jiao.

The Immortal Styx hidden in the back, the Great Elder in charge of the Soul-Suppressing Banner, and the strong beasts in the massacre reef, all parties are plotting.

But calculating and calculating, it is better to strike with a sword.

With his own strength, he can shatter all their calculations.

Cultivate the world and speak with your fists.

"It's fighting!" Seeing a sword light overturn the dome of the holy city hall, countless people in the city ran away in fear.

"What kind of peerless power is it that can smash the dome of the Holy City?" Someone looked at the sword light that was slowly dissipating and whispered.

Is it true that the holy city that has stood in the Styx for countless thousands of years is about to be broken?

If the holy city is destroyed, will the inheritance of the Immortal Venerable and the legacy of the Immortal Venerable be revealed?

Thoughts flashed in many people's minds.

"Fellow Daoist, I have something to say." In the hall, the elder ferryman in a white robe took a step forward, and the golden spirit power on his body turned into a mask.

Although this power couldn't stop Han Muye's sword and the aura of the seven-headed dragon carving beast, it was still considered strong.

When he took this step, he gathered the spirit power of the people in the hall, and condensed into one body in a surge, worthy of facing Han Muye head-on.

If they weren't gathered together, they wouldn't even have the qualifications to speak in front of Han Muye.

This is strength.

Looking at the Ferryman of the Styx River in front of him, Han Muye's sword intent slowly subsided.

Han Qi also suppressed his own strength.

The elders of the Styx ferrymen also breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is a fight, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Fellow Daoist, my Styx Ferry family also has its own difficulties..." The white-robed old man sighed and spoke softly.

Guard the Styx River, and use the power of the soul to promote it as its own power.

Originally, this was the fate of the ferryman of the Styx River.

But since more than two million years ago, practitioners from all over the world came to Styx to look for opportunities. Before the outside world was revealed to the Styx ferrymen, everyone's minds changed.

Especially after a thorough investigation by the Great Elder, he realized that the foreign practitioners were all attracted by the Styx Immortal to prepare for the awakening of the Immortal.

Originally, the Styx ferrymen were also delighted.

Immortal Venerable Styx is the foundation of their clan, and they all regard him as their ancestor.

If Immortal Styx wakes up, their clan will follow suit.

But then the Great Elder discovered the secret from the soul-suppressing banner.

If Master Styx wakes up, all ferrymen of Styx will die.

Because his soul is too strong, Styx Immortal Venerable poured his soul into the original blood refinement treasure soul-suppressing flag before falling asleep.

The power of the soul dissipated from the soul-suppressing banner gave birth to a family of ferrymen.

The mission of the Ferryman Clan is to suppress Styx, prevent Styx Immortal's injuries from getting too bad, suppress the ghost beasts and alien beasts, and eliminate the alien forces that hurt the Immortal.

This mission comes from the soul of Immortal Venerable Styx.

Once Immortal Styx wakes up, all the power of the soul will be withdrawn, and the soul-suppressing flag will be restrained again.

This is what the Great Elder was told by Zhenhun Banner who did not want to be enslaved again.

The Great Elder told the secret to the elders.

The elders in the Holy City have two attitudes.

One, I still feel that my mission is to revive the Immortal Venerable, even the sacrifice is worth it.

The other is headed by the Great Elder, who thinks it can prevent the revival of the Immortal Venerable.

In the beginning, even the Great Elder's faction was only planning to prevent the revival of the Immortal Venerable, and the means they used were passive defenses against ghost beasts and alien beasts.

But gradually, as the power of the soul-suppressing banner continued to increase, both the Great Elder and the faction of the Great Elder began to swell.

Immortal Venerable is already in the past tense, why bother to wake him up?

Isn't it good to control the power of Xianzun?

Finally, a million years ago, the Great Elder who was in charge of the soul-suppressing banner and whose strength had far crushed the other faction decided to step into the place where the immortals fell.

Their faction also followed the Great Elder into the forbidden area of ​​the holy city.

They want to refine the body of the Immortal Venerable and turn all the relics of the Immortal Venerable into their own.

Afterwards, various messages came from the forbidden area, such as attracting practitioners from outside the Styx River to the Holy City, that the Styx River has the secret of immortality, and that there are immortal treasures left in the Styx River...

The faction that sticks to the holy city can't stop all this.

They were also suppressed by the faction in the forbidden area, so they had to help them and send the practitioners to the altar.

These practitioners enter the altar and rarely come out again.

There are very few who can reverse life and death and leave the holy city.

But this can't stop the pace of those practitioners. Even if one person out of 100,000 people can reverse life and death, countless people will flock here.

The holy city has become a real holy city.

"Fellow Daoist Han, it's not fake that there is an immortal in the forbidden area." The old man in white robe looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, "This is the message from the immortal."

In the hall, other elders also nodded.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were strange beasts besieging the Holy City, and the Immortal Venerable manifested means to defeat the strange beasts, and sent out a message that those with outstanding roots and talents could accept their inheritance.

The elders in the message city have also identified that it was indeed left by the immortal, not forged by the great elders.

Accept inheritance?

Han Muye frowned.

He also has the inheritance of the immortal.

Heavenly Immortal Venerable.

But in his opinion, it is best to keep a respectful distance from the inheritance of power.

This kind of thing is to be exchanged with life, and I don't know if it can be exchanged.

Countless people fell on the road of exchange for inheritance.

"Sixth brother is looking for inheritance?" Han Muye's eyes flashed with a cold aura.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong blamed himself for your loss, fellow Daoist Han. After arriving in the holy city, he led the practitioners who supported him to the altar of the holy land." Qu Qian said softly.

After Huang Lao Liu arrived at the holy city, he took Luo Yan and the others to find the altar.

He wants to get the inheritance from the Immortal Venerable, and then avenge Han Muye.

"Take me to the altar." Han Muye said coldly.

The elders looked at each other and nodded.

This kind of powerhouse, let the elders and the others solve it.

After going to the forbidden area, they don't need to take care of the following things.

"Han Qi, send a message to Zhu Lao and the others. If we don't return within a year, we will besiege the holy city and destroy it." When he walked out of the main hall, Han Muye gave a low voice.

Han Qi nodded. He flew up and turned into a dragon sculpture with eight wings and seven heads. He flapped his wings and flew out of the holy city, then roared to the sky.

A green bamboo flute is suspended, and there is a strange sound vibrating on it.

With the roar of the carved dragon and the roar of the bamboo flute, countless strange beasts churned on the blood-colored river in the distance.

Besieged by alien beasts!

The last time alien beasts besieged the city was 300,000 years ago.

At that time, most of the practitioners and ferrymen in the city fell, and countless souls were scattered.

At this time, the strange beasts surged, clearly showing signs of gathering again.

For a moment, the practitioners in the Holy City of Styx panicked again.

I knew it wouldn't end so easily...

The elders of the Styx Ferrymen looked at each other and shook their heads with bitter faces.

Han Qi, who had sent the message, rushed up to the sky, reverted to a stern youth and landed behind Han Muye.

The Styx Holy Land Altar is just under the Holy City, step into the square from the main hall, and then you can go directly along the spiral stairs.

On the square, tens of thousands of practitioners gathered.

They all came to the Holy City to find opportunities.

Some people want to reverse life and death, some people want to get the inheritance of immortals, and some people want to get opportunities from these two kinds of people.

Han Muye came surrounded by all the elders of the holy city, and immediately let the practitioners gathered in the square get out of the way.

"It's him!"

Seeing Han Muye, countless practitioners backed away in panic.

Who would dare to face the mighty existence that subdued the seven-headed dragon carving beast?

Even the dome of the Holy City Hall was overturned by it, and now it is accompanied by a group of elders, what do you want to do?

"He's going to the Holy Land!"

"Will such a strong person directly get the opportunity of the immortal?"

Many people have fear and jealousy in their eyes.

In the face of opportunity, everyone is their own enemy.

Han Muye no longer cared what these people thought.

They are all poor people like ants.

He stepped into the spiral down stairs and walked quickly.

Han Qi followed behind him, looking around curiously.

After a thousand steps, at the end of the stone steps, an altar with a radius of one hundred feet can be seen.

Seeing the altar, Han Muye narrowed his eyes again.

Divine altar.

Although the form is different and the power transmitted is different, this is the altar of divine enlightenment.

It's just that the method has changed.

The divine revelation altar in Zhoutian God Realm is infused with divinity, what will this altar have?

Han Muye stepped forward and stood in the middle of the altar.

Streams of bloody light gathered towards his body.

The power of the Styx.

The dragon carving beasts that grew up in the Styx are even more familiar with this power.

His body has long been compatible with the power of the Styx, but in an instant, the streamer wrapped his body and disappeared in place.

This made all the practitioners sitting cross-legged on the altar stare wide-eyed.

"How did this happen, how could they enter the forbidden area so quickly..." a white-haired old man with a decayed air whispered in despair.

He has been coming to this altar for a long time, but he can't enter the holy place at all.

"Who is this person? It seems that the speed of entering the altar is faster than those who came here a hundred years ago. Does this mean that he has controlled the token of the Immortal Venerable?" Someone's eyes flickered, looking at the place where Han Muye disappeared and pondered.

Passing through the altar, Han Muye directly landed on a stone platform.

Han Qi came a little later than him.

The stone platform is blue-gray, surrounded by various traces.

A faint blood color filled the void.

This is the power that belongs to Immortal Venerable Styx.

At this point, Han Muye's feeling for Immortal Styx became clearer.

The power of life and death is converted, and there are indeed rules of life and death here.

It's just that the power of the rules here is weak, and it is impossible to really reverse life and death.

"Don't be in a daze, since you've come to the Holy Land, come with us." Under the stone platform, a black-armored practitioner holding a long-handled battle gun shouted in a low voice.

A group of soldiers guarded more than a dozen practitioners, and they were already standing in front.

"Haha, fellow daoists, don't be dazed, let's go."

"Opportunity is ahead, why are you stupid?"

Those cultivators all spoke with a smile.

It was about the same when they came to this holy place by themselves.

Han Muye didn't say a word, and led Han Qi down the stone platform in big strides, and walked forward with the black armor soldiers along with those practitioners.

After traveling for more than ten miles, everyone was sent to a rocky cliff.

The cliff was black with a hint of blood.

There are small caves everywhere on the cliff.

"In these caves, there are traces of comprehending the cultivation method of the immortal. It is up to you how many opportunities you have." The leading soldier turned and shouted.

"In ten days, you can't comprehend it thoroughly. If you want to comprehend it again, you need to pay a hundred gold beads."

"It's okay without the gold beads. You need to use your own power of the soul to provide power for the operation of the holy city formation."

The soldier waved his long spear in his hand, with a hint of contempt on his face: "Wouldn't someone want to get the opportunity but also don't want to pay?"

"If such a person existed, you wouldn't agree to it, would you?"

These words made many practitioners shake their heads.

Such is human nature.

It hurts to take out the gold beads by yourself.

But if others don't take it, and don't consume their souls, they can get another chance, then it won't work.

It's a big deal, let's spend our souls together.

Seeing everyone nodding, the soldier raised his finger and pointed to the cliff.

"Each cave can accommodate ten people, you go find it."

After speaking, he led the other soldiers to leave.

When the soldiers were far away, the practitioners looked at each other, and those who were familiar with each other walked away together, while those who were not familiar turned around and went to the cliff alone.

"Fellow Taoist, why don't you go with us?" A gray-haired Taoist in a green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly.

Han Muye did not refuse.

"Poverty Tao Wu, from the Fengyang Realm, has practiced for 90,000 years, but was stuck in the stage of becoming a saint." The Taoist whispered as he walked.

"Come to this world of Styx, if you have the opportunity to reverse life and death, then go back and revitalize the sect."

"If you can't go back, then life and death will disappear, and 90,000 years of practice will be enough."

These words seemed to be said to himself, but also to Han Muye.

He turned his head and looked at Han Muye: "What's your name, Fellow Daoist? Are you here to reverse life and death?"

There is no sign of decay in Han Muye.

This is also the reason why Tao Wu is willing to go with him.

There is no intention of decay, and the combat power is not damaged. Even if there is any danger, it may be suppressed and resisted.

"Han Muye."

"Come here to find someone."

Han Muye paused, and under Tao Wu's blank gaze, he said calmly, "As for the inheritance of immortals, I'm also interested."

truth.

Of course he is interested in the inheritance of immortals and the rules of life and death.

It's just that this interest is not big enough for him to take risks.

Tao Wu opened his mouth and had nothing to say.

What does it mean to be interested in inheritance?

Came here just to find someone?

It’s fine if you’re an ordinary cultivator. You’re a strong man with sword aura, and you’ve come here just to find someone?

Who believes this?

If it weren't for Han Muye's demeanor, and Han Qi, who looked extremely domineering, following him, Tao Wu would have turned around and left.

But Han Muye in front of him really took out a green and black jade tablet.

A stream of light flickered on the jade tablet, leading Han Muye to a cave.

But in a moment, he had come to a cave full of ten practitioners.

Ten practitioners sat cross-legged in the cave, some were in a daze facing the marks on the stone wall, some were writing and drawing on the ground, and some had blood on their hands with joy on their faces.

Before Han Muye stood in the cave, everyone looked up.

"It's full." Someone said.

The cave is not big, according to what the soldiers said, ten people can be considered full.

Han Muye didn't pay attention, and walked straight into the cave.

Several practitioners frowned and stood up.

"You didn't listen—" Before the speaker finished speaking, Han Qi raised his hand and threw his body away.

This scene changed the expressions of almost all the people in the cave.

"Fellow Daoist, the chances of this stone cliff cave are the same, so there's no need to snatch it?" An old man with black beard frowned.

Han Qi glared at him, causing the old man to tremble and take a step back.

He took a step back, revealing an old man in a gray robe sitting cross-legged behind him, with disheveled beard and hair, whose figure could no longer be discerned.

The old man lowered his head, only murmuring in his mouth.

When Han Muye stepped forward, the old man noticed something just now, and slowly raised his head.

Han Muye raised his hand and lifted the visor off his face.

The old man looked at him, his cloudy eyes slowly turned from dead silence to a trace of turmoil.

"You, you..." His voice was hoarse, as if he couldn't speak a complete sentence because he hadn't talked to anyone for too long.

"Senior Li Mubai, long time no see." Han Muye squatted down, looked at the old man in front of him, and said softly.

In the Profound Sky World, the number one person in the Western Border Demon Dao, Li Mubai.

Bai Suzhen's father.

After more than 2,000 years, this demon powerhouse who once confronted Han Muye in the western border is already very old.

"Han, Mu, Ye." Li Mubai's eyes sparkled.