Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The divine light of the Originating Creator dissipated, and Han Muye grasped the flame in his hand.

Endless depth flashed in his eyes.

Even a powerful person at the level of the Creator cannot detect that he has explored any secrets.

Even the Original Creator didn't know that his origins and memories had been seen by Han Muye.

If he knew that Han Muye had such means, he would not be able to hand over his divine power to Han Muye.

"The Creator didn't tell the truth completely..."

With a whisper, the sword light on Han Muye shone brightly, enveloping the divine power.

The sword light collided with the flames, and the stacked sword lights shattered directly.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, the energy and blood in his body surged, and the sword light condensed again.

The power of Shen Mo seemed to be aroused and pressed towards Han Muye head-on.

The sword light resisted the flames and then shattered.

The power of Shen Mo was not blazing, but it was so strong that the sword light could not resist it.

Seeing the power of Shenmo getting closer and closer, sword light burst out from Han Muye's body.

The shattered sword light reappeared instantly and turned into a long sword.

It can't be said to be a long sword, but a short sword.

Tens of thousands of small swords, no more than a foot long, collided with the flames in front of them, and then turned into a stream of gray-black light.

This stream of light is still in the shape of a sword.

The sword light in front of Han Muye continued to condense, and was shattered into small swords by the flames.

The sword light shattered layer by layer, and the sword became smaller and smaller, from the initial length of a foot to the length of inches, half an inch, and then millimeters.

Each sword is so long that it is difficult to see it with the naked eye.

Each sword is a combination of the power of the sword and the power of Han Muye's soul. It is the condensation of the original power of the sword.

But such a sword still couldn't withstand the power of Shenmo coming from the opposite side, but instead made Shenmo's power even stronger.

All the swords soaked by the power of Shenmo turned into the gloomy Sword of Shenmo.

On each sword, a faint gray power surges.

That kind of powerful force seemed to crush Han Muye directly.

This is being swallowed up, being eaten back.

If he is swallowed by Shenmo's power, he will become Shenmo's slave and be controlled by Shenmo's power.

Not only that, the power of Shenmo will follow its instinct and infect the surrounding heaven and earth, swallowing up the surrounding void and turning it into endless darkness.

At this moment, Han Muye seemed to have opened the door to the abyss of death, and he could no longer look back.

Devoured by God?

Han Muye stood where he was, not taking a step back.

There was a strong sword light surging around him.

Even though the power of the dark God is getting closer and closer, he still doesn't move at all.

The fragmented swords became smaller and smaller, until they were as small as tiny particles, and even ten thousand swords were no bigger than a speck of dust.

The endless dust particles densely covered in front of him, each one is a sword light!

A swordsman never retreats!

The swordsman is never afraid!

Swordsman, even if there are hundreds of millions of enemies in front of him, he will move forward bravely!

"boom--"

The sword light exploded again and divided again.

The differentiated sword this time was even smaller, and the billions of sword lights could not be condensed into a speck of dust.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, the divine light on his body surged, and the sword light exploded.

The endless sword light differentiates for the last time!

The differentiated sword light has become beyond perception.

This is the limit of the sword light he can control.

No matter how subtle it is, all the sword light will collapse into nothingness.

Ahead, the divine flames surged again, enveloping them in endless darkness and the sword light pressed down.

At this moment, Han Muye shouted low, and all the sword lights reversed and slashed towards him.

Kill yourself!

I don’t know how many billions of sword lights were slashing at Han Muye himself!

With so many sword lights, he didn't even have a chance to escape. He was about to be cut into endless pieces, and even his soul couldn't escape.

Unable to resist Shen Mo and unwilling to be swallowed up by it, so he chose to destroy everything about himself?

There is only one explanation.

Han Muye lost the courage to resist before Shen Mo's power and chose to destroy everything.

"Buzz——"

The dark sword light that was pressing towards him suddenly burst out, entangling all the sword lights.

Don't let him die.

Han Muye had a chuckle in his eyes.

It’s done.

If he dies at this moment, these sword lights will be without owners and will shatter.

This is not what God wants.

The power of Shen Mo is to control, not to destroy.

Shenmo comes from the inside out.

If Han Muye dies, there will be no inside or outside.

At this time, the sword light was entangled.

It was an extremely subtle sword light, counted in the trillions.

The power of that subtle sword light was extremely weak.

Both Han Muye's power and Shen Mo's power were extremely weak.

This is the opportunity that Han Muye has been waiting for, the ultimate in what he has deduced!

His power is absolutely impossible to resist Shen Mo.

Those sword lights couldn't stop it either.

But what about Jianguang himself?

What about those sword lights that don’t want to be corroded and turn into the power of gods?

At this moment, Han Muye felt that an endless world was being born in front of him!

Every sword light seems to have its own intelligence and life!

Han Muye's eyes burst out with endless energy, and all the sword light in front of him dissipated directly, turning into two intertwined auras of black and white, attracting the power of the end of the world to merge into his body.

Shenmo comes from the inside out and needs the strength of his body to nourish him.

He is now using himself to warm up the power of this god, in order to keep the black sword light aura from being cut off.

With the suppression of these black auras, his differentiated sword light will have pressure, and his spiritual wisdom will become stronger and not only evolve.

One day, when both black and white sword lights possess true spiritual wisdom, that will be the realm of the Creator!

All the sword light became the spiritual level, which is when Han Muye stepped into the Creator.

Use the power of Shen Mo to sharpen, succeed, and enter the Creator. Failure, turn into Shen Mo's material.

In the world of cultivation, only sword cultivators can be so cruel to themselves and cut off all escape routes.

"Buzz——"

He raised his hand and waved, and a black and white long sword appeared in front of him.

There is a hint of agility in this sword light.

The Creator didn't even have the strength to resist such a sword light.

Because the two intertwined powers on this sword have far exceeded the divine realm!

Looking at the sword in front of him, Han Muye chuckled, and then sighed softly.

I don't know whether it's right or wrong to risk my life in exchange for this power.

What he needs now is to find unimaginable resources and cultivate the warmth of this sword into an endless world.

This long sword is composed of trillions of sword lights, and each sword light will generate a world.

What resources does this require?

How many planes are enough?

"boom--"

Outside the quiet room of retreat, there was a roaring sound.

Han Muye's figure moved and flew into the void.

In front of the Altar of Transformation, military formations aroused overwhelming energy, blood and flames.

Yu Chen transformed into a dragon and guarded him carefully in front of the altar.

"Master Cao Lin, I told you that the fall of Lord Gathering Spirit has nothing to do with me. If you continue to entangle me, will it mean that I, the Dragon Clan, dare not be your enemy?"

Yuchen's voice sounded.

Between the surrounding heaven and earth, illusory divine light surged.

"An enemy?"

"Will the Huatian Dragon Clan be an enemy of me for your sake?"

"I am already at the pinnacle of the Domination Realm, and I am only one step away from entering the Poxu Realm. It would be wise for you to give up on yourself if you transform into the Heavenly Dragon Clan."

Ahead, in the military formation, a figure of a thousand-foot-tall golden-armored warrior appeared.

Dominate the realm, the original dharma, and the golden body of the great road manifest.

"Hand over the person who misdiagnosed the god's illness in the hall and caused his accidental death. If not, I will break your altar and chop your jade dust into dust!"

The golden body of Dao Dao stepped out in one step, his eyes fixed on Yu Chen.

"Are you talking about me as the person who misdiagnosed the God of Juling?" A voice came from mid-air.

Han Muye, with his hands behind his back and his clothes on, landed in front of Yu Chen: "It's about my reputation. It's better to make it clear."