Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Seeing the thunder light in Han Muye's hand, Lingjian Jinxian showed a smile on his face.

"I knew you boy couldn't sit still."

He grinned and said, "Isn't Immortal Ziyu and the rest of the thunderbolts in their hands all from you?"

After stroking his beard, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "These guys really know how to play the autumn wind."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head to look at Han Muye.

Surprise flashed across his eyes, he stared at Han Muye and lowered his voice: "You kid even counted on them?"

Hearing his words, Han Muye chuckled lightly, nodded and said, "If you don't count these powerful people, how can you call it a big one?"

Even counting the five guarding immortals?

How big is this going to be?

The expression on Lingjian Jinxian's face slowly turned serious, holding the wine gourd, staring at Han Muye: "Tell me, how do you play?"

It's simple, hunt.

Hunt down those protoss.

Not all the protoss gathered together.

In the void outside the city, there are still many lonely protoss.

Moreover, half of the Immortal Burial City falls in the God Realm, and if you leave the city, you will be in the God Realm.

Han Muye's plan is to leave the city.

Go through the surrounding battle formations, hunt the Protoss in the distance, and at the same time, get in touch with other worlds.

Whether it is the God Realm or the Immortal Realm, it can be connected from the void outside the Immortal Burial City.

As long as they find some allies, they might be able to siege the God Race army outside the city.

"This strategy is good, but it's not that easy." Spirit Sword Golden Immortal made some calculations, looked into the distance, and said softly: "If you want to go out of the city to hunt and kill, you must have superb concealment methods, and you must have the ability to kill the gods." .”

There are many strong protoss outside the city, and even ordinary protoss have extraordinary strength.

In terms of absolute power, the City of Burying Immortals is at a disadvantage.

There is a huge gap in the power balance.

If it weren't for relying on the power of the god-slaying war puppets and the great formation, the city of burying immortals would not be able to resist those protoss at all.

"That's natural." Han Muye nodded.

According to his plan, within two years, organize a group of strong men to go out of the city, and then scatter outside the city to hunt and kill them.

And he and several immortal monarchs and strong men went to other worlds to hunt and kill the strong gods at a critical moment.

Play really big.

"What do you guys think?" Lingjian Jinxian turned his head to look at the sky behind him.

"Yes." A faint voice sounded.

"Count me in." There was a loud laugh.

"I go."

"interesting."

"OK."

The five guarding immortals expressed their views directly.

Spirit Sword Golden Fairy grinned.

"Success, boy, you go get ready."

Han Muye nodded, cupped his hands towards the sky, and flew away.

When his figure disappeared, Immortal Ziyu and others stepped out of the void.

"This guy is really not a worry-free master. If you take a divine thunder, trouble will come right away."

Although Tutian Yaowang said so, he had a smile on his face.

Several other people also had happy expressions on their faces.

"Don't tell me, after this kid came, the City of Burying Immortals has become much more angry." Immortal Tiehe's tense face showed a rare smile.

"Indeed, your Xuanling Sword Sect is willing to send a wonderful person after all." Immortal Huyuan nodded and said very seriously.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Immortal Ziyu.

This means that Immortal Ziyu is not a wonderful person.

Lingjian Jinxian laughed loudly, and with a movement, he turned into a ray of fairy light and disappeared.

The others also dispersed.

...

Han Muye didn't go back to the camp directly, but went to the tower in the center of the city.

Outside the city tower, there are immortal cultivators setting up stalls everywhere.

Recently, due to the smooth fighting outside the city, many people have gained a lot, and the transactions in the city are also booming.

Han Muye walked up to a middle-aged Taoist who was wearing a gray-black robe and had a jade-colored crown on his hair.

The Taoist walked cross-legged, with these long swords and other weapons in front of him, both long and short.

The quality of these weapons is not bad, and one of the long swords is a high-quality spiritual treasure.

"How do you sell this sword?"

Han Muye pointed to the sword sealed by the golden talisman.

The Taoist looked up at him, slightly taken aback.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan?"

Other people around also turned their heads.

"It's really Yunlan Sword Immortal!"

Han Muye could only smile and nod.

Although he has not been in Xianxian City for a long time, and even spent most of the time in retreat, his image has already spread throughout the city.

Three battles and three victories directly broke the myth of the invincibility of the Protoss.

This kind of legendary figure has never appeared in the City of Burying Immortals for countless thousands of years.

Almost all the immortal cultivators in the city have searched for the image of Han Muye to see if this guy is superhuman.

For a cultivator, it is not difficult to find the appearance of a phantom light curtain.

Therefore, Han Muye was immediately recognized by the people around him.

"Sword Immortal wants to buy this sword?" The Taoist who sold the swords stood up, wrapped several long swords with a smile, and said: "Sword Immortal wants it, just give me a price."

Han Muye took the sword, looked it over carefully, then raised his head and said, "Are these newly refined?"

Hearing his words, the Taoist showed a hint of arrogance: "I, Chu Yuan, have always been good at refining weapons."

"If it's not that the materials are still insufficient, we can also refine those large battle tools."

Chu Yuan Department.

This part of the Burial Immortal City is a descendant left by a certain great power from ancient times, slowly multiplying and becoming a large ethnic group with tens of millions of people.

They have inherited the powerful way of refining tools, and they are used to refining treasures.

In Buried Immortal City, those who can refine weapons are at least the ones who can protect themselves.

"I'm very interested in your department's refining equipment." Han Muye's words made the Taoist's eyes light up.

Looking around, the Taoist cupped his hands and whispered to Han Muye, "Please follow me, Sword Immortal."

He led Han Muye away from the city tower, and flew all the way, traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, before stopping at a hill surrounded by fireworks.

"I heard from Chu Qi that Yunlan Sword Immortal is visiting, and I'll sweep the couch to welcome you." On the hill ahead, two old men in white robes chuckled and cupped their hands.

"This is Chu Zhaoyang, this is Chu Zhentong, the Supreme Elder of the Chu Yuan Department."

The old man on the left raised his hand.

Han Muye nodded, bowed his hands, and then a golden glare flashed on the palm of his hand.

The glare flashed, and the eyes of the two old men on the opposite side widened.

On Han Muye, a power that belonged to the Mo Luo clan but was higher than the Mo Luo clan surged up.

That was the power that once made Zhu Ling bow his head directly.

Chu Qi, who was following behind, changed his expression and exclaimed, "My lord!"

The Moluo clan is subservient to Tongtian Immortal Venerable in their bones.

The inheritors of Tongtian Immortal Venerable are their masters.

This Chuyuan tribe is the Moluo clan.

When they left Yunlan City, Xie Chaoyan and the others handed over all the information about this part to Han Muye.

"Chu Zhaoyang, Chu Zhentong pays respects to Your Majesty."

The two great Luo Jinxian powerhouses bowed to Han Muye.

"I came from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, and they have given me all the information from your Chu Yuan Department."

Han Muye nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a mysterious force caused the three of them to straighten up.

Chu Zhaoyang and Chu Zhentong looked at each other and nodded.

The Chu Yuan Department is already considered the majority in the City of Burying Immortals.

There are ten strong men above Jinxian in the clan.

This is because as long as you fight with all your strength in the City of Burying Immortals, you will have no worries, and the Moluo clan will be able to reproduce well.

If there were so many Moluo clans gathered in other fairylands, they would probably have been wiped out by a long time ago.

Han Muye didn't think that the Mo Luo clan was a vassal, an existence that could be sacrificed at will.

It is their business for the Moluo clan to surrender to the Immortal Master Tongtian.

Han Muye himself didn't want to get too involved with the Mo Luo clan.

As far as he is concerned, he has no intention of mobilizing the Moluo clan, as long as they can inquire about the news for him.

"I am going to fight out of the city, and I need you to collect news about the protoss outside the city."

Looking at the strong Jinxian from the Mo Luo clan rushing in front of him, Han Muye said, "There is also news about other realms behind the God Clan army."

He himself got some information from some broken weapons, but it was not comprehensive enough.

Since you want to prepare to hunt the Protoss, you need the most thorough preparations.

"Okay, let's prepare the information collected by the clan." Chu Zhaoyang nodded.

"I will personally lead the team and go out of the city to investigate." Chu Zhentong smiled and looked at the elders: "My Moluo clan is best at hiding whereabouts."

Not to mention in the City of Immortal Burial, even in the God Realm, the Mo Luo clan hid themselves, and no one could find them.

If they want to inquire about the news, they will definitely be able to find it.

These are what Han Muye needs.

But before leaving, Chu Yuanbu gave him a pleasant surprise.

Chu Zhaoyang took out a ten-foot battle spear.

This war spear weighs one hundred thousand catties, and its whole body is forged with black iron and gold marrow, blessed with armor-piercing and bursting divine patterns.

"This battle gun can completely replace the crossbow bolts of that sky-breaking crossbow."

"Furthermore, it is not difficult to obtain black iron and golden marrow, and it is also easy to refine. The price of a hundred-foot-long crossbow bolt is no more than five god crystals."

Chu Zhaoyang introduced from the side.

A god crystal is a divinity, just kill a dark monster.

In the past, it was very difficult to kill the dark monsters. After all, the immortal cultivators were stationed at the top of the city. Even if the dark monsters and the immortal envoys were killed, most of the credit was due to the gods and puppets.

But now many people dare to go out of the city to fight, the battle formation is assembled, and there are various kinds of combat equipment to assist, it is much easier to hunt and kill dark monsters.

Five dark monsters for one crossbow arrow, this business seems to be not bad.

"Okay, I will arrange someone to buy it."

Han Muye put the spear in his storage bag, and then flew away.

With the supplement of crossbow arrows from the Chu Yuan Department, he will have more confidence in future battles.

Han Muye and the others brought more than 3,000 sky-breaking crossbows, but there were only 100,000 bolts, more than half of which had been worn out.

Back at the camp, he told Zhao Chen the deal he had reached with the Chu Yuan Ministry, causing Zhao Chen to howl.

"Boss, this is another big deficit..."

That being said, he still went to the Ministry of Chu Yuan to discuss the purchase of cheap crossbows.

As for Han Muye, he slowly looked up the information about the Immortal Burial City that Chu Yuanbu had given him.

The location of the Immortal Burial City is a weak position in Zhoutian God Realm.

Among the three great jeopardy lands in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, Dripping Blood Cliff and Broken Soul Valley are both in the native land of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, and they are the broken places of the Immortal Realm.

Only the Immortal Burial City is different.

Half of the Immortal Burial City is embedded in the God Realm.

There are also many other fairyland places like the city of burying immortals.

Some of the passages were built by the protoss to control the fairy world, and some were the same as the city of burial, a powerful means in ancient times.

If you go out of the city of burial, you will have the opportunity to find other fairy worlds.

If you go in the direction of the God Realm, you have the opportunity to step into the God Realm.

"Gathering in the fairyland."

"Wind Gathering Immortal World."

"The Canxue Immortal World."

"Golden Moon Immortal Realm."

...

After searching continuously, Han Muye's eyes finally lit up.

"Zhenyuan Immortal Realm has fought against the God Realm for thousands of years, and it began to fall ten thousand years ago."

"At present, the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm is estimated to be largely in the hands of the God Realm, but with the strength of Zhenyuan Immortal Realm, it may take ten thousand years for the God Realm to fully control it."

Take control of a fairy world slowly for 20,000 years, and then slowly transform it to become the most docile vassal of the God Realm.

This is a method commonly used by the God Realm.

Although the Moluo clan can hide their whereabouts and leave the city, the city of Burying Immortals has been guarded all the time, and they rarely go out of the city to inquire.

Currently, there is really not much information to give Han Muye.

"Looking at it this way, this Zhenyuan world may not have been completely taken down by the Protoss."

There was a divine light in Han Muye's eyes.

Before he wanted Spirit Sword Golden Immortal and the others to play a big one together, he needed enough bait.

Looking at it now, a fairyland is enough to make bait.

Putting away the jade slips, Han Muye moved out of the tent.

Outside the big tent, Bai Tu and others who practiced their own practice flew over.

With a wave of Han Muye's hand, the sword light rose, leading Fengling Sword Immortal Su Jian and the others to form a battle formation, and then went to the top of the city.

On the top of the city, the elites of the Sword Sect occupy a section, while tens of thousands of immortal cultivators gathered in front of the city to form an formation.

There is no way, who is the most arrogant here in Jianzong, with all kinds of different defense tools on the top of the city?

All kinds of powerful battle tools that have never been seen before can bring a sense of security to the immortal cultivators who leave the city below.

Some time ago, the Protoss arranged a counterattack, preparing to flatten the battle formation of immortals under the city.

As a result, a few golden thunderballs fell from the top of the city.

It is said that it is a new treasure, called Xuantian Thunder Bead.

Anyway, the explosive power of this thing is extremely strong, not only blocking the battle formation of the Protoss, but also gaining a lot.

Zhao Shaodong has already contacted the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, and hastened to make these thunder beads.

Han Muye didn't stay at the top of the city, quietly left the city with Su Jian, and stepped into the void under the cover of the surrounding chaos.

This was the first time for Han Muye and the others to leave the cover of the city and go deep into the place where the gods were stationed.

After traveling thousands of miles, one can see that there are army formations, which are similar to those gathered in the City of Burial Immortals.

Each of these army formations has tens of thousands of gods, hundreds of thousands of dark monsters and immortal envoys. Once they form an formation and fight in the void, Han Muye and the others simply cannot hold back.

To take over such an army formation, the City of Burial Immortals needs at least a million immortal cultivators, plus all kinds of battle tools, and there must be strong immortal kings sitting in the city.

But for the Protoss, there are at least a hundred such military formations in the void.

If you want to go out of the city to fight in the field, you don't have the slightest chance of winning based on the city of burial.

"Woo--"

A strange cry came, and a three-foot-long long-tailed black fox fled into the distance.

"It's a hidden warning beast!" Taoist Kuxu, the Heaven's Roar Sword Immortal, let out a low cry, and the long sword flashed away in his hand.

A cyan sword light appeared directly ten thousand zhang away, killing the black fox.

Although the black fox was beheaded, the news had already been spread.

There are several figures flying around.

"Walk."

Han Muye let out a low drink, leading the crowd to move forward quickly.

Behind them, the protoss continued to gather and chase after them.

After running for a hundred thousand miles, there were no figures of the God Clan battle formation in the void ahead, but Han Muye and the others were already chasing by hundreds of figures, among which the strongest were at least Jinxian.

This was because they discovered that Han Muye and the others hadn't reached the Golden Immortal aura, and there was no real strong person to make a move.

"Over there." Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to a place in front of him where there was obviously a celestial light shining, and drove forward rapidly with the sword light.

"Stop them, they are going to Zhenyuan Immortal Realm!"

"Could it be a spy from Zhenyuan Immortal Realm?"

"Whoever it is, stop it!"

There was a sound of exclamation, and those Protoss speeded up, and some people began to turn to outflank.

Although Han Muye and the others' sword lights were fast, they were not as fast as Jin Xian's flying speed.

In front of the six of them, the three protoss Golden Immortals holding golden long banners in their hands directly flashed a glare of light and turned into golden chains.

The six people looked at each other and raised their swords.

"Om—"

The sword light gathered in an instant and turned into a blue ten-foot-long sword. Without avoiding it, it slashed towards the leading Jinxian.

The sword light was faster than the meteor, just a flicker, and it had already arrived in front of the strong Jinxian.

This speed was so fast that the other party was shocked, and quickly raised the golden long flag, and spread golden light curtains in front of him.

"Stab—"

The light curtain was torn apart by a sword.

It wasn't until this time that the other two golden fairies came to their senses.

This sword array is outrageously tyrannical!

"Can't stop!"

The Golden Immortal screamed first, and quickly backed away.

The sword light didn't let him go, followed closely behind, and slashed down quickly.

"boom--"

With one strike, a strong Jinxian vomited blood.

With a horizontal stroke of the long sword, it cut towards the surroundings again.

Jian Guang forced the two golden immortals away, and then fell straight into the world below.

"This sword array is so powerful."

"Too bad, the Immortal Refining Formation is at a critical moment, and the entry of this sword formation into it will definitely change the situation!"

The complexions of the three golden immortals standing outside the world changed.

"Chase."

At this time, the six of Han Muye and the others fell into this world, and they already sensed the message.

The world is trembling.

The whole world seemed to be howling.

In the sky in the distance, streaks of divine light supported the sky and turned into beams of light.

A strange color flickered in Han Muye's eyes.

altar!

This is the same as the altar he saw in God Realm.

Such an altar can enlighten the gods and make ordinary protoss become powerful.

And the altar here is to turn the cultivators into gods.

But such a transformation is by no means guaranteed.

Moreover, immortal cultivators who are over two hundred years old and have fixed bones have no chance.

In such a world, there are probably very few people who can really be converted into gods.

Everyone else will be turned into an immortal envoy and a dark monster!

One side of the fairy world is the place where these protoss raged and slaughtered.

"Break their altar!"

With a low shout, Han Muye triggered the sword array to fly towards the nearest altar.

On the other side of the altar, three divine lights rose.

They were just ordinary gods from the Celestial Realm, Han Muye and the others killed these gods with a flash of sword light.

Below, the surroundings of the altar exclaimed.

"Protoss, so weak?"

"Then what kind of divine skills do we still practice?"

Someone stood up and spoke loudly.

"Hurry up, there will be strong men from the Protoss to hunt you down." An old immortal cultivator shouted.

Han Muye raised his hand and slashed down with his long sword.

"boom--"

The altar crumbled.

Under the altar, jade bones appeared.

The bones of great monks are piled up to form an altar!

This altar is set up with the body of a strong immortal cultivator, transforming the immortal energy into divinity.

"Om—"

At the bottom of the altar, there was a roar, and a strong man covered in knife marks stepped out in one step.

"It's Lu Zhen Xi Jinxian!"

"The Zhenxi Golden Immortal is not dead!"

Around the altar, another exclamation came out.

"Thank you Lu Zhenxi for the rescue." The big man bowed his hands to Han Muye and the others, then looked up and looked around.

"The Protoss set up an immortal formation in my Zhenyuan Immortal Realm to transform all the cultivators into the Protoss."

"This is killing the creatures in my Zhenyuan fairy world."

He clenched his fists, and immortal light rose from his body: "Every altar is built with the bodies of immortal cultivators, and at least the immortal cultivators in the Void Transformation Realm are nourished."

"The altar suppressed three fellow Taoists here, and now I am the only one who survives."

This is to exterminate the immortal world!

There was killing intent in Han Muye's eyes.

Bai Tu and the others behind him also had gloomy expressions.

If the Rain-covering Immortal Realm is occupied by the gods, then these immortal cultivators will all die.

"boom--"

In the sky, there was the sound of roaring and cracking.

It's the protoss who came after him!

"Go, break open the other altars." Han Muye shouted in a low voice, triggering the sword array to move forward rapidly.

Lu Zhenxi also flew up and followed them.

But after a while, several protoss flew over and looked at the broken altar with stern expressions.

A Taoist in a green robe raised his hand, and a fire dragon scattered, burning to death all the immortal cultivators below who still wanted to become protoss and knelt down on the ground.

"Chase!"

"boom--"

Ahead, thousands of miles away, a golden pillar of divine light shattered.

Another altar collapsed!

"It's over..." The protoss powerhouse standing in the void looked pale.

Han Muye and the others kept fighting with their swords, smashing the altar and rescuing dozens of golden immortals.

Although these Golden Immortals suffered serious losses in combat strength, they fought in groups, and their strength was able to withstand the siege of the protoss powerhouses.

"Boom—"

An altar exploded, and a white-bearded old man in a green robe flew out of the suppressed one. Seeing Han Muye and the other golden immortals behind him, he shouted, "Everyone, the main formation of the Immortal Refining Formation is at the gate of Luyang Daozong. The seven immortals Besieged."

Seven immortals!

With such numbers, even Han Muye and the others felt tense.

There are only dozens of immortals in Fuyu Immortal Realm.

This Zhenyuan Immortal Realm has been attacked for so many years, and there are so many immortals, how many immortals would there be in the original Zhenyuan Immortal Realm?

"Everyone, we will try our best to break through the immortal formation. With the power of Luyang Daozong Xianjun and Zhenzong Zhibao, there is still a glimmer of life."

The Taoist from the Da Luo Jin Wonderland below shouted, and stretched out his finger to the direction of the golden light in the distance.

Without hesitation, Han Muye drew Jian Guang and left.

He came to Zhenyuan Immortal Realm just to make trouble.

If there is a chance to break the Immortal Formation, how can I let it go?

Jian Guang moved forward rapidly, and there were more and more protoss blocking the way, but they couldn't stop it at all.

The strong people from the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm who were rescued along the way gathered together and had become a large army.

Not only the suppressed Jinxian and Daluo, but also many Heavenly Immortals and Human Immortals followed closely behind.

Knowing that the conversion of the altar can only be before the age of two hundred, before the altar, they will eventually turn into dark monsters and immortal envoys. Without their own wisdom, who would want to become such a protoss?

When they flew thousands of miles away and saw thousands of beams of light shining in the sky ahead, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators had already gathered around them.

Among them, there are eight Daluos and thirty-one Jinxians.

It's just that their current cultivation bases have been compromised, and their strength is far from what they were at their peak.

"Ants." In front of him, a strong immortal king stepped out in the void, and slashed down with a long knife in his hand.

"Go and break the formation, let's block it!" Standing beside Han Muye, Zhenyuan Immortal Realm Da Luo Jinxian named Zhang Yue shouted loudly, and flew forward.

The other seven Da Luo Jinxians were also full of immortal light, and they rushed out.

Only they can block Xianjun, others are not even qualified to fight Xianjun.

"boom--"

With one blow from Xianjun, the eight big Luos were scattered and flew everywhere.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and with a movement of his body, he led the sword formation behind him to rush towards the beam of light in front.

The others also ignored the protoss rushing forward, and hurriedly smashed the spells in their hands, sword light, and knife light towards the beam of light.

"boom--"

Countless roars sounded.

But those beams of light didn't even shake.

"Hmph, ants don't know my protoss methods."

"Let's not talk about you, even if there are a hundred more immortals, they will not be able to break through this refining formation."

The God Clan fairy monarch with a long knife in his hand smiled, and the divine light burst behind him, and countless God Clans lined up.

All the immortal cultivators in the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm showed despair on their faces.

Most of them had already died once, suppressed under the altar.

This time they were rescued, they were desperate to save Xianjun.

But only now did they discover that their strength could not shake the Immortal Refining Formation at all.

"Hundreds of immortals?" Han Muye burst out with fighting spirit, and thunder flashed behind him.

In his hand, golden thunderballs emerged one after another.

The ray of light on the thunderball was shining and flew out directly.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

The thunder light exploded, tearing apart the God Race army formation.

Even the fairy monarch of the protoss was a little disgraced.

But these thunder beads couldn't break through the Immortal Refining Formation.

"Looking for death!" The god clan fairy monarch covered by thunder roared, but he didn't dare to fly out, giving up saving the god race behind him, he could only scream wildly there.

"Fellow Daoists, let's go..." A pale Zhenyuan Immortal Realm Golden Immortal looked at Han Muye and whispered softly.

"Hey, everyone, there is nothing you can do. If you can come to my Zhenyuan Immortal Realm for rescue, it is already..." A Da Luo Jinxian in a yellow robe wanted to say, but couldn't continue.

They, Zhenyuan Immortal World, have no future.

The ending is doomed.

"Fellow Daoist, if you have the opportunity to leave Zhenyuan Immortal Realm, please stick to us and spread the story of living and dying with the Immortal Realm." A voice came from the large formation ahead.

"I, Luyang Daozong, have not surrendered."

Another voice sounded.

Those surrounding Zhenyuan Immortal Realm Celestial Immortals and Golden Immortal experts all had an absolute fighting spirit.

The Protoss wants to destroy their inheritance.

In the future, this world can only be a vassal land of the gods, and their descendants will all be turned into slaves.

"Little friend, this is the inheritance of my Luyang Daozong's skills. If you can take it out and keep my Luyang Daozong's inheritance alive, I will be grateful." A golden light penetrated the beam of divine light and landed in front of Han Muye.

This golden light is a piece of jade slip, which records the secret biography of the entire Luyang Taoist sect.

Wrapping the jade slip is a long golden feather.

This thing is the feather of the prehistoric animal.

Only such treasures can penetrate the divine light.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed Chang Yu and the jade slip, but did not answer.

In front of him, the God Clan fairy who was surrounded by thunder has already stepped forward.

Han Muye raised his hand, and another thousand thunder beads flew out.

These thunder beads were transformed by him with supernatural powers, and then slowly stored.

With so many thunder beads, Da Luo Jinxian would retreat.

With Lei Zhu at the head, the Immortal Monarch of the God Clan blushed, and slowly raised his hand, the long knife in his palm shone with a golden cold light.

He is a strong fairy, but he is suppressed by a little fairy. If he is so aggrieved, he will be laughed at to death if he speaks out!

"Go to hell!"

The long knife turned into a sharp edge and struck down on all the thunder beads.

This knife will explode all the thunder beads and affect the protoss around him.

But this is no longer within his scope of consideration.

At this time, the only way to relieve hatred is to kill all the thunder beads and kill all the cultivators.

The light of the knife shines, and the endless wind and coercion converge.

Those cultivators in the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm under the Golden Immortal trembled and closed their eyes in despair.

Even the thirty or so golden immortals were trembling and unable to resist.

The three Great Luo Jinxians from Zhenyuan Immortal Realm flew down in front of Han Muye, mobilizing the power of heaven and earth to form a barrier, trying to protect him.

The two big Luo Jinxians turned and ran for their lives.

With one knife, the scenes of all living beings are different.

Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye's expression remained unchanged.

In front, the thunder light collided with the knife light, and they were annihilated directly.

The knife light is too strong.

The Immortal Monarch of the Protoss laughed, and the sword light gathered again.

But at this instant, nine-colored thunder burst out from the already annihilated thunder light.

Thunderbolt!

Among the thousands of thunder beads, there is a Thunder God Thunder!

The nine-colored thunder was like a cloud of mist, shaking lightly, enveloping the immortal monarch of the god race, and then slammed towards the soaring beam of light behind him.

"boom--"

The sound is not loud, even a little dark.

But the naked eye can see that the pillars of divine light are collapsing.

The Immortal Refining Formation, which could not be damaged by so many celestial immortals and golden immortals before, was just like this exploded by a thunder bead, and the gods and immortals engulfed in it quietly fell!

The Immortal Refining Formation, the great formation that suppressed the entire Zhenyuan Immortal Realm, is broken!

No one cares about the demise of a god-clan fairy, and no one cares about the lost divinity.

Everyone looked at the pillars of divine light that collapsed one after another, and watched the countless condensed divinities collapsing and flying.

These pillars of divine light were formed by the condensed divinity, and they collapsed at this moment, and the scattered divinity crystals were like hailstones.

Han Muye raised his hand unceremoniously, and the sword light turned into a snare to collect these divinities.

These are treasures that can be exchanged for fairy stones.

"boom--"

On the mountains shrouded in divine light ahead, streams of fairy light rose.

The phantoms of the seven celestial monarchs caused the celestial light to tumbling, bursting more pillars of divine light.

The Immortal Refining Formation was completely destroyed.

"Little friend, thank you very much." The fairy who was wearing bright yellow Taoist robes cupped his hands towards Han Muye, showing a hint of excitement on his face.

The entire Luyang Daozong Mountain Gate is surrounded by at least 30 million immortal cultivators from the Zhenyuan Immortal Realm.

There are seven immortals, dozens of Da Luo Jinxians, and hundreds of Jinxians.

This force was surrounded by the God Clan army before, and it was gradually refined by setting up a large formation. After another thousand years, it will be directly transformed into the God Clan and become slaves who obey orders.

Now those god clan powerhouses who set up the big formations have left, and only one god king leads some army formations to garrison.

Who would have thought that a few sword cultivators who came from nowhere suddenly broke the immortal formation that even the immortals could not break through with one blow?

Han Muye returned the salute to those immortals with a smile, and while collecting the divine crystals, he took out the golden jade slip from before.

"Seniors, this inheritance of the Luyang Taoist sect returns to its original owner."

The jade slip was returned, and the divine bird feathers that wrapped the jade slip before were gone.

The Taoist who took the jade slip laughed lightly, looked at the divine crystals falling like rain, nodded and said: "Fellow Taoist, do your work first, and we will talk about it in detail after we collect these divine crystals."

After speaking, he raised his hand.

The other immortals also exploded with immortal light.

"boom--"

A piece of fairy light covering millions of miles swept across.

Then, the sky and the earth are clear, and the fairy air is lingering.

Looking at the empty sky around him, Han Muye almost swears.

Grab money!

"Seniors, let's talk." Han Muye weighed the divine crystals he had collected, and felt that he could just keep the capital of his divine thunder, and there was still some surplus, so he felt a little better.

"Haha, alright, fellow daoist, please." The immortal master of Luyang Daozong raised his hand and said with a smile.