Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The person who invaded the main hall was the powerful man in the coffin!

No matter where the opponent comes from or why they come, when this strong man takes action, they can't resist it!

The power of the powerful ones at the end of the world is so strong that even their souls cannot escape.

They all came from separate souls, and it doesn't matter even if they die here.

But those are the powerful ones at the end of the world. Will the power of the end of the world chase their true bodies and cause them to perish with them?

Isn’t this the fate of the spirit-gathering god’s divided soul?

The other gods were panicked, and Han Muye was facing extremely tyrannical pressure at this time.

The power of the soul pressing down in front of him seemed to shatter his body into pieces.

"Shen Mo..." Han Muye whispered, his eyes bursting with endless divine light.

His understanding of swordsmanship is actually above the divine realm, and his soul power is also at the divine realm. Although his strength is not yet balanced, his vision is not at the same level as other gods in the temple today.

The power of the god in front of him was extremely strong, and seemed to be swallowing him up, but it was not to the point where he did not dare to resist.

As a sword cultivator, there is never a time when I don't dare to draw my sword and just admit defeat.

If the sword is broken and the life is destroyed, it is because of lack of strength.

If you don't even dare to draw your sword, what's the point?

"I have a sword."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Following his voice, his body began to fade, and a blue-grey sword appeared in its place.

The sword's light was faint, and there were mottled marks on it.

But this mottled mark will never be forgotten no matter what.

Every mark is an inheritance of sword practice.

This is Han Muye’s lifelong practice.

"Senior can appreciate it."

The voice fell and the sword edge came out.

The long sword pointed forward, facing the golden light.

This sword was the gathering of all the soul power of Han Muye.

This sword is the culmination of all his sword training.

This sword carries with it all his knowledge of swordsmanship and all his obsession with practicing in this life.

Obsession!

It’s obsession!

When the sword came out, Han Mu's ambition suddenly became clear!

If you are born as a human being and practice cultivation in this life, if you have no obsession, how can you win?

"boom--"

The golden-red light swallowed up the long sword.

The Ancient Spirit God and the others looked at this scene, with the sad feeling of a rabbit dying and a fox in their eyes.

"Shen Mo, how is it possible that the divine realm can resist?"

The difference between them cannot be described in terms of cultivation level at all.

"Hey, so what about the Sword God? It's also - Wo Ri!"

Before the Ancient Spirit God finished his emotion, he opened his eyes wide and watched as the golden divine light was chopped into pieces by a sword light!

The sword light passed through the divine light, and the layers of black cloud light above it stirred.

The long sword transformed into Han Muye's figure, holding a golden-black flame in his palm.

This golden-black flame is clearly the power of the God that was previously attached to the Spirit-Gathering God!

One sword cut into pieces the means of God's end!

"Boy, you have some skills. With your level of swordsmanship, I am still...forget it, that was countless eons ago."

The scattered golden light reunited, and the black clouds that had previously pressed against the other gods gathered together, turning into a heroic young man wearing a black robe and a high black crown.

"I was originally born and became the Creator three thousand kalpas ago."

"One calamity is three hundred and thirty million years, so I have almost forgotten some things."

The heroic young man glanced at everyone in the hall.

"It has also been many years since I have communicated with the realm below the Creator."

There has been no communication with the Creator for many years.

Everyone in the hall had a look of reverence on their faces.

Being able to face a strong person in the God's End Realm head-on, whether it's an opportunity or a disaster, is a rare thing.

"I have stayed at the peak realm of the Creator for about two thousand eons, right?"

"Then I got tired."

"He entered the realm of God."

…

tired.

At the end of trance.

Is this the end of God?

Even a peak-level Creator gets tired sometimes?

Han Muye looked at the Origin Creator in front of him, and suddenly felt a touch in his heart.

Just now, I was able to break the power of Shenmo with one sword because of my obsession.

On the other hand, the original creator fell into the end of God because he had no obsession in his heart?

"Shenmo does not originate from the outside, but originates from the inside?" Han Muye couldn't help but ask.

After asking this question, Han Muye felt a glimmer of excitement flash across Yuansheng's body.

"It's rare. Your understanding is indeed the most difficult to find in the same realm."

Yuansheng nodded appreciatively and said calmly: "Shen Mo, he must be tired."

When the Creator got tired, he entered the final state of God.

That is to say, in fact, the realm of the Creator is the pinnacle of worldly practice, but at the end of the world, it has already declined.

But that kind of divine power from the inside out has power beyond the level of the Creator.

Swallow, saturate, destroy.

Things must turn against each other?

Han Muye was also unable to deduce that level of power.

Not only him, but other gods also looked pale at this time and did not dare to speak.

They are also unable to deduce the level mentioned by the Originating Creator.

"No need to think about it, Shenmo will come as soon as he comes."

"If you want to experience the end of God, you must first go to the Creator."

The Original Creator looked at everyone and chuckled: "But with your qualifications and qualifications, it is impossible to reach the Creator."

His eyes fell on Han Muye, and the Origin Creator said calmly: "Your chances are not great either."

It is impossible for several gods.

Han Muye has little chance.

That's the difference.

Just these words made everyone look at Han Muye differently.

"Let's not go too far."

"I need your help."

The Original Creator looked at the people in the hall and spoke calmly.

He said he needed help, but his expression and words clearly showed no intention of asking for help.

"Lord Creator, if you have anything to do, just ask me." Lord Yunjiang hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and spoke in a low voice.

He didn't dare not agree.

This is Yunju City, the place where his origins merge.

If the Original Creator touches his hand casually, this city will be destroyed.

"I need you to lead more gods into the Divine Abyss of All Spirits."

The Origin Creator's eyes revealed depth, and a faint golden light floated on his body.

The entire hall began to stir at this moment.

"The Divine Abyss of All Spirits is the path to the eternal heaven. Crossing it is the place where the Lord of Eternity lives."

"That's where all the gods end up."

"In other words, it's the beginning."

Looking at the pale-faced gods, the golden light on the Origin God's body exploded and turned into ten golden shackles, falling on them.

Neither the Yunjiang God nor the Ancient Spirit God can withstand this chain.

As the chains entered their bodies, their whole bodies trembled and their eyes widened.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die."

"These shackles will help you quickly improve your cultivation until you touch the bottleneck of the Creator."

"Of course, if you are unwilling to help me, then your origins will also become my blessings."

His eyes fell on Han Muye, and the Origin Creator chuckled: "As for you, you don't need this chain."

"But let's make a deal."

"Do the same thing. When I step into the eternal heaven, you can choose one of the nine ancestral dragons."

"Of course, you can have something else."

The mighty power gathered again pressed towards Han Muye, and the Originator Creator whispered softly: "You can refuse."

After a moment of silence, Han Muye looked up at the Origin Creator and said calmly: "Senior, why do you say I don't need chains?"

His words made the Original Creator laugh out loud: "How can a practitioner who has become a god through swordsmanship hear the name of the eternal heaven and know the doorway leading to the eternal land, how can he resist not taking a look?"

"Isn't this what sword cultivators are like?"

Speaking of this, the voice of the Originating Creator paused.

"I remembered, that's what the madman with the sword said back then."

"His name seems to be Lu Yue."