Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The world is vicissitudes, but that's all.

The high-spirited number one person in the magic way back then shrank deep in the narrow cave with his beard and hair in disarray.

"What are you doing in Styx?"

Li Mubai looked at Han Muye.

The practitioners around quietly backed away.

The power displayed on Han Qi's body was tyrannical, and Han Muye looked completely extraordinary.

If someone said something secret and then came to silence him, wouldn't it be an innocent disaster?

Tao Wu looked at Li Mubai, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Han Muye really came to look for someone, and let him find him.

To set foot in the Styx Holy Land is to find someone.

No one would believe it.

Han Muye raised his hand, revealing the jade tablet in his palm.

"Shopkeeper Bai asked me to come and see you." Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "It just so happens that I'm also interested in the inheritance of Immortal Styx Styx."

"That girl..." Looking at the jade tablet, Li Mubai's eyes showed complexity.

"Xianyuan world is powerful, why come here if you suppress one world."

Shaking his head, Li Mubai whispered, and then took out a palm-sized tortoise shell scale.

There are many interlaced lines on this scale.

If you look closely, the flashing light on the lines seems to be very mysterious.

"This is the message that I have studied the marks on the wall for so many years."

"This mark involves the movement of the soul, as well as the perception of life and death."

Looking at the scales on his palm, Li Mubai spoke softly.

The energy and blood in his body have declined, and his cultivation base has also dropped to the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and it seems that the Nascent Soul will collapse at any time.

But his soul fluctuates clearly and is extremely powerful.

This cave can only stay for ten days, and after ten days, you need to infuse the defensive formation with your own spirit in exchange for the next opportunity to stay in the cave to gain insights.

After a long period of tempering, Li Mubai's soul power improved.

It's just that unknowingly, the physical strength has been exhausted because it has been suppressed by the power of the Styx and cannot be nourished by cultivation.

The cultivation base is also about to dissipate because it has been suppressed for too long.

No wonder he sensed from the jade card that his body was in a strange state.

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance to leave here." Looking up, Li Mubai's eyes showed a little more relief.

"If you go back to Tianxuan, tell me that girl, I, have not let her mother down."

"I have found the imprint of her mother's soul."

Passing the scale in his hand to Han Muye, Li Mubai's eyes sparkled brightly.

"Han Muye, if you have obtained the inheritance of the Immortal Venerable and controlled the Soul Banner, I beg you, let Suzhen's mother's spirit go."

The soul of the soul is suppressed in the soul-suppressing banner.

Looking at Li Mubai's calm face, Han Muye reached out to take the scales.

His divine sense fell on the scales.

A series of mysterious traces flickered.

In his mind, countless auras emerged.

If it was before, it would be impossible for him to see through the message contained in this aura.

Now, he can understand.

born.

die.

Every time the aura flashes, it represents a cycle of life and death.

Here are the rules.

No, it's still far from the real rules, but this power is already very close to the rules that only immortals can master.

This is beyond the power of the immortal, but not the power of the immortal.

In the Holy Land, the only person with such power is probably the Great Elder who controls the Soul-Suppressing Banner, right?

Looking at it this way, everyone on this cliff is enlightened by means arranged by the Great Elder.

Concentrating on looking at the scale armor in his hand, Han Muye turned his head to look at the surrounding caves.

There are various marks on the stone wall.

There is a strange force surging in this trace.

It takes the soul to fall into it, and then walk along the traces, in order to understand the secret of life and death.

Most people's soul cultivation base can only be comprehended for a while, then it will dissipate, and then gather the power of the soul again.

This dissipated spirit power was lured away by the Great Elder.

Countless practitioners donated their souls free of charge, providing the Great Elder with the power to refine the body of the Immortal Venerable.

But in Han Muye's eyes, this is the method of cultivating the soul-suppressing banner.

The Great Elder didn't understand the true method of cultivating the soul-suppressing banner, so he directly revealed the method of suppressing the soul.

Han Muye raised his head, a golden divine light burst between his brows.

The power of Qi and blood surged out from his body.

"boom--"

In the cave, inches of blue fairy light shone.

Standing aside, Li Mubai, Han Qi and others were directly knocked out of the cave by this force.

"Here, how can he get rid of the suppression of the power of the Styx?" Tao Wu stood outside the cave, looking at the blue fairy light, his face was full of horror and bewilderment.

The power of Han Muye's soul poured into the tattoos on the cave, but in an instant, it has traveled through countless spaces.

At this moment, endless pictures appeared in his mind.

The spiritual insights of countless practitioners are displayed in his mind.

Soul.

This is the interweaving of countless soul powers.

Some souls are still there, but their bodies have already decayed.

Some are enlightened in the cave, but they don't know that their power has long been drawn into the soul-suppressing banner.

Han Muye saw a long golden banner horizontally in the sky, and in front of it were hundreds of old men in white robes sitting cross-legged.

On the long flag, golden traces shone, each one seemed to be changing the rules of the world, and the power of each trace seemed to be able to break open a part of the world.

Endless soul power surging.

Among the golden spirit power, there is a Taoist in a black robe, with a face of about forty, and his eyes slightly closed, sitting cross-legged.

The Taoist wears a sapphire lotus crown on his head, and the aura surging from his body is tyrannical, and the divine light bursts.

Daoist souls were extracted from the figures sitting around the long banner, and turned into light threads and poured onto the long banner.

Not only these people, there are also square formations of practitioners sitting cross-legged in the rear, all pouring the power of the soul into the Taoist with the green lotus jade crown to absorb it.

In the surrounding void, countless spiritual powers and qi and blood intertwined, and were drawn from caves to the long banner.

For countless years, the spirit and soul of countless people have gathered, and I don't know how much power they have provided for the soul-suppressing banner and the great elder.

I don't know how strong this Great Elder's spirit will be.

Han Muye's gaze fell on a square of practitioners, and with a movement of his divine sense, the power of his divine soul had already penetrated there.

"Old Ancestor, where's Sixth Brother?" His voice sounded directly in the divine treasure of the cross-legged cultivator with the help of tattoo marks.

Ancestor Tao Ran.

This old man sitting cross-legged is Patriarch Tao Ran.

A familiar voice sounded in Shenzang, and Patriarch Tao Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His body trembled slightly, and he wanted to open his mouth, when Han Muye's voice came again: "Old Ancestor, you use the power of your soul to write in the divine treasure."

Patriarch Tao Ran nodded, mobilized his soul power, and wrote lines in his mind.

After he, Huang Laoliu and the others left from Luanshajiao, led by Huang Laoliu, the Styx boat fleet arrived at the Holy City safely.

Most of the cultivators scattered in the holy city, looking for their own opportunities.

There are still many who are willing to follow Huang Laoliu.

Huang Laoliu was also invited by the elders of the holy city. After some conversation, he came back and decided to go to the holy land to find the inheritance of the immortal.

In this way, Patriarch Tao Ran and the others came to the Holy Land together.

Ancestor Tao Ran studied in the cave for three months, and then he had an unspeakable realization, so he was sent here.

As for Huang Lao Liu and the others, they are not here.

"Huang Laoliu and the others were invited by the Great Elder to go to the place where Tianzun Styx fell to find the inheritance."

"We are refining the soul-suppressing banner here."

"The Great Elder said that there is no owner of the soul-suppressing banner, and everyone has the opportunity to become its owner."

"But now all of us are controlled by the Soul Banner, and we can no longer draw back our soul power."

Lines of words appeared in Tao Ran's mind.

It seems that most of the cultivators are eventually exhausted like this and die.

"Boy Han, hurry up, the Great Elder of the Holy City has extremely strong spirit power, if he finds out you will not be able to leave."

"The soul-suppressing banner is controlled by him, and his soul power is stronger than I have ever seen before."

The words in Tao Ran's ancestor's divine treasure trembled a little.

This is the fear from the bottom of my heart.

Han Muye did not answer.

Because, at this time, the Great Elder who was sitting on the top of the Soul Banner had opened his eyes.

"It's rare to have such a fresh soul, just enough to supplement the deity's consumption." He whispered softly, and a golden stream of light broke through the sky and directly hit the ancestor Tao Ran.

With a move of Han Muye's spirit, he directly transformed into a light curtain with the power of the cave marks.

"Boom—"

The golden streamer hit the light curtain, and the light curtain trembled, as if it was about to shatter, and finally stabilized. The ancestor Tao Ran who was sitting in it was shaken all over, his eyes widened, and blood flowed from the tip of his nose.

But the practitioners around Patriarch Tao Ran were not so lucky.

All the hundreds of practitioners in that phalanx went limp, blood spurted out from the seven orifices, and then their breath was cut off.

With one blow from the soul, hundreds of practitioners were directly killed.

This level of soul power has far surpassed Han Qi, the seven-headed dragon carving beast.

If the current Great Elder meets the Dragon Eagle Beast, he can suppress it with one blow.

This is the terrifying power of the soul, simply, directly, and almost unsolvable.

The Great Elder made a sudden move, and everyone was stunned.

"Ke Shouen, didn't you say that you won't kill us if we help you refine the soul-suppressing banner?" An elder ferryman said in a deep voice ahead.

He had just finished speaking when the Great Elder waved his hand impatiently.

A ray of golden light suppressed the elder, and when the golden light dissipated, the elder had already turned into dry bones, leaving only a golden spirit, which was fused together.

There was a shock in the surrounding void, and countless souls trembled.

The Great Elder here is already so powerful that no one can stop him.

His eyes fell on the golden mask around Tao Ran's body, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The method in the soul-suppressing flag, there are really people in the world who can comprehend the soul-suppressing method by relying on three or two soul-suppressing patterns."

"Let the old man see who you are."

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen of the hundreds of Styx ferryman elders sitting cross-legged in front of him stood up.

There was a glint of dullness in the eyes of these people, but the golden light was shining on their bodies, holding the weapons in their hands, their blood was churning, and they flew up.

"Boom—"

A spear hit the light curtain first, causing the golden light curtain to vibrate.

Then, all kinds of weapons fell like rain.

The golden light curtain lasted a breath before it shattered.

Although the light shield activated by the soul is strong, it can't stop these knives and guns.

Ancestor Tao Ran who was sitting cross-legged showed despair on his face.

"Om—"

Just when all the weapons fell on Tao Ran's head, there was a sound of soul shaking.

The elders of the Styx ferrymen trembled, and they all froze.

A trace of divine light emerged from the originally dull eyes.

Gradually, they became more agile.

Not only them, but the other practitioners in the phalanx, as well as the sitting ferryman elders, all felt the loosening of the binding force on their bodies.

The long banner under the Great Elder's body also made a loud noise, and it would automatically move without wind.

There are countless traces shining on it, and all the golden divine light that originally wrapped the Great Elder was extracted back.

The power of the soul-suppressing flag seems to be being pulled away!

"You, you dare to snatch the soul-suppressing banner from this deity!"

The Great Elder stood up suddenly, shouted angrily, then raised his hand and hit a golden palm print, hitting Patriarch Tao Ran.

Only when the golden palm print landed, a golden light surged from the Soul Suppressing Banner, dispelling it.

This scene made the Great Elder's eyes widen, and he couldn't help being horrified.

"Here, how can the soul-suppressing banner be controlled..."

He turned around and stared at the soul-suppressing flag, and said in a low voice: "Soul-suppressing, are you crazy?"

"You don't suppress the soul of Immortal Styx, do you want him to wake up?"

"You don't want to be free?"

He roared furiously, and the soul-suppressing flag also surged, and the golden streamer seemed to smash the Great Elder into pieces.

Two powerful spirit forces are clashing, tearing the surrounding void.

The sound of "呲呲" soul shuttling resounded.

The two spirit forces clashed, and all the practitioners' spirits were involved in it, as if they were about to be torn apart.

As long as ten breaths, their souls will be reduced to nothing in the battle of souls.

No one can escape.

The two spirits collided like a torrent, and the silk-like spirit wrapped in them was more fragile than a spider's thread.

It's over.

Countless people have despair in their hearts.

"Want to live?"

At this time, the voice of Han Muye's spirit quietly resounded in the spiritual treasures of all the practitioners.

Anyone who sacrificed the soul-suppressing banner with the power of the soul in the cave or in the phalanx at this moment would have heard Han Muye's words.

Want to live?

Of course I want to live!

"The soul-suppressing flag draws the power of your soul, and it is also stained with your soul mark. I will tell you the method of controlling the soul-suppressing flag. Who can become the master of the soul-suppressing flag depends on your luck."

The method of controlling the Soul Banner!

Everyone's eyes widened.

A golden text appeared in their minds.

It is really the art of controlling the Soul Banner.

Li Mubai who was standing outside the cave also felt the message from Han Muye.

He pondered for a moment, then walked slowly to the front, and sat down cross-legged.

There was a deadly air flickering around him.

"boom--"

With the surge of countless souls, the soul-suppressing flag that was originally confronting the Great Elder surged wildly.

Countless soul powers are competing with the soul-suppressing banner for control.

The great elder looked at the turbulent soul-suppressing banner, hesitated, and looked around.

Surrounded by the power of the soul, he was terrified.

Everyone looked at him as if they wanted to eat him.

"call--"

There was a whistling from the soul-suppressing flag.

Although because of countless people vying for control, the soul-suppressing banner does not have a dominant idea.

But at this moment, the idea of ​​motivating the soul-suppressing banner to suppress the Great Elder was surprisingly consistent.

On the soul-suppressing banner, a golden snare was scattered, covering the head of the Great Elder.

Ecstasy!

If you are caught in this snare, you will surely die!

The Great Elder gritted his teeth, let out a roar, and a ball of golden soul light hit the snare.

"Boom—"

The soul was shattered, and the snare was torn apart.

Soul attack is so direct.

Just in the next moment, the originally shattered snare reappeared and covered the head of the Great Elder.

There was a hint of sternness on his face, and his body exploded suddenly.

When he reappeared, he had already turned into an eagle-eyed old man in a black robe with a stern face.

"You wait." He snorted, moved and disappeared in the same place.

The great elder fled, and the soul-suppressing banner began to surge and struggle again.

Countless practitioners crazily competed for control of the soul-suppressing flag, causing the soul-suppressing flag to float continuously.

Han Muye did not participate in the competition.

With the help of this emptiness, his soul has passed through a mass of purple souls sleeping in the soul-suppressing banner, and landed in a purple illusory space.

In the space, there is a land floating thousands of miles away.

"Is this the real body of Immortal Venerable?"

The Immortal Venerable has already merged with his own cave, and he is a world.

The fall of a fairy will bring about the collapse of an endless world, and then turn it into a cosmic world.

Han Muye has seen the calamity before, and that calamity is to kill the immortal, destroy his world, and let a new universe be born.

That was the backlash that started after the power of heaven and earth was stolen by practitioners.

This is unsolvable.

wrong.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

It's not unsolvable either.

As long as the number of immortal masters is controlled and the number of high-level practitioners is controlled, so that the backlash stops, it will not cause calamity.

At this moment, he thought of the God Realm.

Isn't what those protoss are doing is control?

Is it because these protoss control the God Realm, the Immortal Realm, and indirectly the mortal world just to control the number of practitioners?

But behind this, will there be rebels?

Calamity, for those who have already lived forever, is a catastrophe, and it is an existence that is fully prevented.

Those immortals who have not yet become immortals, or who have not controlled the world, are they pushing the next calamity behind their backs, and then changing the world?

Who is here?

Han Muye's eyes fell on that piece of heaven and earth.

"boom--"

A golden spear flew up.

It was a ten thousand zhang long spear with divine light shining on it.

The spear changed rapidly, and finally turned into a long spear with three points and two blades, and the point of the spear was shining.

The spear was held in the palm of Huang Laoliu, who was wearing a black armor.

"Hey, I wanted to hand over the inheritance to him, but he finally chose the inheritance of the Heavenly Slaughter Immortal Venerable."

"I don't know if he is controlled by Tianlu and becomes the incarnation of Tianlu Immortal Venerable, or he can become himself."

A voice sounded in Han Muye's ear.

Turning his head, he saw an old man in a moon white robe with a white beard reaching his chest.

Styx Immortal.

The Styx Immortal who helped Han Muye out of the dangerous situation on the Styx back then.

"Xianzun, did the sixth brother want to choose the inheritance in the battle gun, or did you force him to choose?"

On Han Muye's body, the surging sword intent began to transform.

The sword light shone with a murderous intent.

"Brother, be careful, this old guy is not a good thing!"

Huang Laoliu, who was holding a battle gun, let out a low cry, and flew towards him with his figure surrounded by the bloody battle gun.

There was a dazzling light on him.

Looking at the two standing side by side, Immortal Styx shook his head with a smile on his face.

"Actually, I originally set my sights on you." Immortal Minghe looked at Han Muye.

"It can induce the power of calamity, and it has an unparalleled luck."

"If I can be reborn as you, this deity has a chance to enter the prehistoric world again."

His voice slowly turned into an illusion, and his figure seemed to fade into nothingness.

Han Muye looked serious.

When Immortal Master Minghe came to help him, he knew it would not be that simple.

Suddenly turned around.

Beside him, Huang Laoliu showed pain on his face.

"Old man, do you dare to take away Lao Tzu?" He gritted his teeth and shouted, and the eight-armed demon icon appeared behind him.

The thousand-foot-high golem shook, and the spear danced in its hand.

"Hehe, you have refined the Heavenly Slaughter Spear, and barely have the qualifications to be taken away."

"Otherwise, this deity would still look down on your body."

The voice of Immortal Styx Styx came from the icon.

The closed eyes of the three heads of the icon all opened.

What appeared in those eyes was a black and white streamer that was covering Han Muye's head.

The black and white halo collided with Han Muye's body, and his soul immediately turned gray and white.

Far away in the cave, his body was also condensed into a grayish white like a stone pillar.

"Old man, you are courting death!"

Huang Laoliu's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was swollen with blood, but he couldn't do anything to the holy image behind him.

In his hand, the golden battle gun vibrated, as if it was sending some message.

Huang Laoliu held the spear tightly, gritted his teeth, and let the golden divine light pass through his body.

"Little guy, don't struggle. The Heavenly Slaughter Spear has suppressed this deity's body for thousands of years. This deity has already refined it. As long as you sacrifice your body with blood, this gun can belong to this deity."

"Coupled with the soul-suppressing flag that has been well-nurtured over the years, the deity's strength can be quickly restored."

There was pride in the voice of Immortal Styx Styx.

Huang Laoliu's body was imprisoned in place, and the eight-armed golem behind him smiled, raised his hand, grabbed the spear in his hand, and stepped forward.

"Tian Lu, I will take you to drink some blood."

After Styx Immortal finished speaking, he induced the phantom of the Demon Dao to fly away.

Standing where he was, Huang Laoliu looked up at the soul of Han Muye who had been turned into gray and black.

"Brother, I killed you..."

The aura on his body was constantly intertwined and changing, and his blood was surging, as if he was out of control.

"Sixth brother, sometimes opportunities and crises appear at the same time." Han Muye's voice rang out, making Huang Laoliu startled.

In front of him, Han Muye's gray soul directly turned into its original form, and that gray air fell into the palm of his hand, condensing into a bead of changing yin and yang.

"The power of life and death is not bad."

Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand and handed the beads to Huang Laoliu.

"Sixth brother, use this bead to suppress the power of Minghe Immortal Venerable."

His eyes turned to the side, looking at the vast world.

"He takes you away, you take him away."

Huang Laoliu was stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "How is it possible? That is the real body of the Immortal Venerable."

"Furthermore, Immortal Venerable Minghe wants to be reborn because his own power cannot be controlled. Even if his real body can seize the body, he may not be able to control it—"

Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed: "I understand, if we take away his real body, we still have a chance at least."

Immortal Styx Styx has already seized the icon of the Demon Dao, and when he completely refines the Heavenly Slaughter Spear, and then lures the Soul Suppressing Banner back, they will only have a dead end.

That being the case, it would be better to directly snatch the real body of Immortal Venerable Styx Styx, and then fight against him.

Huang Laoliu let out a long laugh, flew up, and rushed to the world thousands of miles below.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared, also bumping towards the sky.

"I have been planning the real body of the Immortal Venerable for millions of years, and no one can take it away!"

The Great Elder of the Holy City of Styx with a hideous face roared and rushed down.

Han Muye stood in the same spot, took a look at the real body of Huang Laoliu and the Great Elder competing for the Styx Lord Styx, then turned his head and looked at the illusory sky above his head.

At this time, the scene of the Holy City of Styx appeared above the sky.

A gigantic golem stands in the void, mobilizing the power of the Holy City of Styx to fight against the beasts in the Styx outside the city.

Zhu Lao, Feng Lao, and many powerful beasts in the Styx retreated steadily in front of the eight-armed golem.

"That is the battle spear of the Heavenly Slaughter Immortal Venerable!"

There was panic on Zhu Lao's face.

"Xianzun's battle spear has been refined!"

He shouted wildly, and then emerald green light gushed out of his body.

Many ghost beasts behind him also had halos flashing at the same time.

At this moment, golden light rose from all the killing reefs outside the holy city, and then turned into beams of light.

A beam of light broke through the world of Styx.

"Styx?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Being nailed by the deity's gun for thousands of years, how does it feel?"

A voice sounded, and a four-year-old god wearing a golden armor stepped forward.

The tumbling Styx is at its feet, and the blood color collides with the golden light.

The Styx River, which sinks nothing, was directly suppressed, and the water waves supported the body of the general, turning it into a blood-colored platform.

"Minghe, you have been hiding here for thousands of years, you can't imagine what the Zhoutian God Realm looks like today."

"We are about to succeed..."

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