Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

What kind of sword is this?

Jian Guang seemed to have crossed time and directly stabbed at the bottom of his heart.

A kind of fear came from outside his mind, but made his body tremble.

Under this sword, the soul will surely collapse!

Looking at the long sword stabbing towards him in the picture deep in his mind, Han Muye gritted his teeth and kept his eyes from turning away.

In his soul, all the sword skills in memory flashed.

Yixuan swordsmanship alone.

The Wuxuan swordsmanship is like a torch.

Relying on his own swordsmanship that is rampant in the mortal world, ten thousand swords return to the clan.

The sword of Yuanshen.

Immortal swordsmanship.

Divine swordsmanship.

...

Thousands of swordsmanship merged into one, gathered in front of his eyes, and turned into a sword light that went against the trend.

"when--"

The two long swords collided, and the light of the swords shone for thousands of miles!

The one that charged forward was not the sword gathered by Han Muye's swordsmanship, but the sword in the hands of a Pentecostal Taoist in green robe and jade belt, wearing jade-colored Taoist shoes.

It is the rusty long sword that Han Muye is holding in his hand now.

It's just that the blade of the long sword in the picture in his mind is clear and dazzling, and every fairy pattern is clearly visible.

The two long swords intertwined, and the swords in the hands of the two Taoist priests in green robes collided, causing the surrounding void to "squeak".

This is because the power of the sword is too strong, and it has already attracted the power of heaven and earth to backlash.

Han Muye put all his attention on the sword skills of the two Taoists.

He had never seen such profound swordplay.

Every move is a test on the verge of the collapse and backlash of the power of heaven and earth.

Killing is no longer the purpose of this sword technique.

"when--"

The two swords collided, and the two Taoists retreated.

Where their long swords collided, a cyan vortex rose.

"Too bad, I didn't control my strength, and I induced the void to measure the calamity." The Taoist in the green robe and green crown on the opposite side shook his head, raised his hand, and a golden lotus petal scattered.

The Pentecostal Taoist holding a long sword also raised his hand, and golden spiritual materials flew down from his palm.

"Golden lotus of ten thousand calamities."

"Xuantian Divine Iron."

Han Muye recognized these two treasures from the memories of the Primordial Battle Armor.

The golden lotus of ten thousand calamities, an indestructible fetish that has gone through thousands of calamities, can be transformed into the spiritual liquid of heaven and earth, which can moisten all things in the world.

Xuantian Divine Iron, one of the strongest treasures in the world, the armor made can survive countless calamities.

In the countless kalpas, all the treasures of the powerhouses who fought endlessly have traces of Xuantian Divine Iron.

What Han Muye needs to repair the Primordial Battle Armor is the Xuantian Divine Iron.

It is hard to imagine that such precious treasures, which are hard to find in the world, are scattered like bricks and stones in the hands of the two Taoists.

Those piles of throwing away made Han Muye, a wealthy guy like him, jealous.

The point is that he doesn't have any such treasures.

The Xuantian Divine Iron collided with the Myriad Tribulation Golden Lotus, and then turned into a golden streamer, melting into that cyan vortex.

But for a moment, the cyan vortex was eliminated.

"The power of calamity can be suppressed." Han Muye felt his whole body tremble.

In his cognition, shouldn't the power of measurement and calamity be the strongest in the world, and no power can suppress it?

"Let's go, let's go, I'm afraid this place will become the origin of a place of calamity in the future." The Pentecostal Taoist muttered, raised the long sword in his hand, took a look, and shook his head, "This sword is also useless, it's a pity."

Saying that, he threw the long sword into the vortex where only phantoms remained, and flew away.

The Taoist in green robe and green crown sighed, stretched out his hand and clicked out a few golden runes, sealed the phantom of the calamity in front of him, and then left.

The long sword that was sealed in the calamity was floating, and after countless thousands of years, it finally shook after the calamity broke out and fell into the dark place.

The bottom of the abyss.

"The Scarlet Flame Excalibur, the sword of the Red Flame True God in the prehistoric era."

"This sword is based on the prehistoric red flame stone, mixed with Xuantian god iron and the essence of all spirits, and is refined by the method of Daotian fusion."

"The sword is completed, and seventy-seven forty-nine lines of true spirits and gods are engraved in seals."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and there was endless brilliance in his opened eyes.

God.

true spirit.

This is the title only for the strong in the prehistoric era.

These titles have long been lost in the long-standing inheritance.

"True Spirit Sword Technique."

Standing up slowly, Han Muye held the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The swordsmanship performed by True God Chiyan is the true spirit swordsmanship.

The true god Yueyang on the opposite side also practiced true spirit swordsmanship.

True spirit swordsmanship, bathing in fire.

True spirit swordsmanship, Yueyao.

The aura on his body was restrained, leaving only a faint original aura emerging.

The sword in his hand was slowly extended.

"Om—"

The void began to vibrate.

A phantom of a phoenix emerged.

The true spirit swordsmanship condenses the prehistoric true spirits, and with the power of the true spirits, it can break the world.

After extending the sword three inches, Han Muye withdrew it with a chuckle.

The shadow of the phoenix also dissipated.

He doesn't have that extravagance to consume his original power to practice swordsmanship.

True spirit swordsmanship can only be activated with the power of the source!

In the world, even the immortals are reluctant to waste their origin like this, right?

True spirit swordsmanship is probably beyond the level of immortals, the realm of practice in the ancient prehistoric era.

Looking down at the long sword in his palm, Han Muye raised his hand, and the Five Elements Furnace appeared.

"boom--"

Xuantian Divine Fire rose under the Five Elements Furnace.

This five-element furnace is not yet the five-element fusion state of the five-element furnace.

But for a moment, streamers of fiery red light lit up on the Five Elements Furnace.

Han Muye looked down at the long sword in his hand.

Red Flame Sword.

The power in this sword has already dissipated, and there is no possibility of re-condensation.

Now the value of this sword is probably only smelting and extracting the materials.

Thinking about it, the strong man who got this sword also had such thoughts before, but unfortunately, the refining method in ancient times is different from this time.

If this sword is smelted according to the method of this world, it will only get a pile of scrap iron in the end.

Raising his hand and throwing the long sword into the Five Elements Furnace, Han Muye's breath shook.

The palm is stretched out, and the original power surges in the palm, gathering at the fingertips.

"Om—"

His fingers sketched in the void, and golden runes flashed one after another.

This is what he saw from Chiyanjian's memory before, the method of Daotian Rongyuan.

Using the true spirit talisman as a guide, decompose the power of the rune in the Chiyan Sword, restore the source, and turn it into a spiritual material again.

This kind of technique can be used not only for the scarlet flame sword in front of him, but also for the treasures left over from the ancient times.

As one after another of the true spirit talismans fell, the sword in the Five Elements Furnace began to slowly melt.

As soon as the sword melted, a mighty force rose from the Five Elements Furnace.

The Five Elements Furnace buzzed, as if extremely happy.

Han Muye could feel that this was the desire and induction to be able to smelt extremely precious spiritual materials.

For the Five Elements Furnace, the higher the level of the refined treasure, the more it can enhance its power.

It is a pity that in the countless years of Xuanjiazong, the level of the treasures it refines is getting lower and lower, and the power of the Five Elements Furnace is also reduced to the extreme, and it no longer has the dignity of the treasure.

At this moment, the other four Five Elements Furnaces in Han Muye's Divine Treasure began to turmoil.

After pondering for a while, Han Muye raised his hand, and four five-element furnaces flew out.

The four five-element furnaces vibrated and hit the furnace cauldron in front of them.

Five elements into one!

"Haha, I know there are good things."

"Hey, the Spirit Fusion Talisman, I haven't seen this thing for a lifetime."

"I'll step on the horse—don't, don't, I'll help you melt this sword, melt it."

Watching the Five Elements Furnace steadily smelt the sword, Han Muye scattered the golden runes in his hand.

No matter how nonsense this stove is, he will definitely split it back directly.

Daoist Dayan was the one who talked a lot last time, now that guy and Jiaolong Qingtong are somewhere in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, and they dare not come to see Han Muye at all.

With the help of the Five Elements Furnace, Han Muye felt a lot easier.

It only needs to add a piece of original power from time to time to activate the Five Elements Furnace and quickly smelt the long sword in it.

Three days later, the Five Elements Furnace shook.

Han Muye raised his hand, and three of them flew out.

The largest one is the size of an egg, with a transparent cyan silver light, and a touch of fiery red flowing in it.

"This is the Great Desolation Red Flame Stone?" Holding the warm oval stone, Han Muye whispered.

"Of course, this thing was the basic spiritual material for refining various weapons and treasures in the prehistoric era. It is not very precious in the prehistoric era. Now—hey, I won't talk about it, don't—"

"Boom—" A Five Elements Furnace turned into five, and was collected by Han Muye into the Divine Treasure.

The spirit of the Five Elements Furnace was also suppressed.

The prehistoric red flame stone was not considered precious in the prehistoric era, and many weapons and treasures were made of him as the basis for refining.

Two other golden balls of light.

One is the size of a pigeon egg, the Xuantian Divine Iron with a hazy halo of phantom, and the other is the essence of all spirits that reveals a jade-like light in the golden color.

Han Muye shook his head regretfully.

too little.

These two treasures are extremely precious in today's era.

The scarlet flame sword has really gone through too long and wears too much, after being smelted, only this is left.

"Om—"

With a soft sound, the black battle armor on Han Muye's body appeared in front of him.

The front chest of the battle armor was seriously damaged, with cracks appearing one by one, and there was a hole through the chest.

His eyes fell on the battle armor, and Han Muye's eyes were brighter now.

After comprehending the method of Daotian Rongyuan and seeing the process of refining swords in ancient times, he has a little more confidence in the refining and repairing of this prehistoric battle armor.

Especially those divine patterns on the prehistoric battle armor.

These are clearly the true spirit and divine patterns!

At this time, Han Muye could see through the secrets of these divine patterns at a glance.

In the palm of his hand, the original power turned into a golden divine pattern and pressed down on the battle armor.

The battle armor vibrated, as if surprised, and then each piece of scale armor made a comfortable light sound.

On the battle armor, many dilapidated divine patterns flickered and began to be repaired slowly.

In Han Muye's palm, the golden Xuantian god iron turned into liquid, and it swam along those divine lines.

A moment later, the Shenwen patch was about the size of a palm, covering the biggest wound on the armor's chest.

Han Muye raised his hand regretfully, and withdrew the original power in his palm.

Xuantian Shentie is too little, so he can only do this step.

"boom--"

The refurbished battle armor covered his body, and his face flushed.

This is because the strength is too strong, beyond the limit he can bear, and he just didn't adapt.

"This power..."

Han Muye closed his eyes and whispered.

If it is said that the armor that has not been repaired before can only exert one ten-thousandth of its power in its heyday, at this time, it has already improved a lot.

It can exert about one-nine thousandth of the power of the Primordial Battle Armor in its heyday.

With such an improvement, the combat power that can be exerted is unimaginable.

Clenching his fist lightly, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

He can be sure that as long as Chen Yuan does not return, he can sweep the entire Wanhua City.

The battle armor turned into a gray black robe again, covering Han Muye's aura.

He thought about it, feeling a little pained.

From comprehending the true spirit swordsmanship before to smelting the red flame sword later, the original power in his hands has been reduced a lot.

The origin, this is the root of fighting against the strong.

Whether it is a fairy or a fairy, what they value is the origin.

"Looks like we need to find more sources." Han Muye whispered softly, and walked out of the secluded room.

The Slaughter God War Puppet standing at the door turned his head and was slightly taken aback when he saw him.

"I can feel that your power, no, it's the power of Primordial Battle Armor, which has been repaired a lot."

After all, it is Tianhuang War Puppet who is so sensitive to the power of Primordial War Armor.

Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand a little, and a stone the size of an egg fell down.

The Slaughter God War Puppet reached out to catch it, and there was a slight change on his expressionless face.

"Red Flame Stone?"

Pressing this piece of red flame stone on his chest without hesitation, the voice of Slaughtering God and Battle Puppet was pierced with gold and iron interlacing.

"If this thing gives me three thousand catties, my strength can be improved, and then I will be able to sweep Xianjun."

Three thousand catties?

Han Muye turned around and left.

He only has three or two in his hand.

This is a treasure left over from the prehistoric era, should it be Chinese cabbage?

Watching Han Muye turn and walk away, God Slaughter and War Puppet spread his hands.

There was a pale golden light flashing on his body.

Han Muye found Mu Wan, who was alchemy with Yunjin, and gave her the essence of all spirits in his hand.

This thing is in Mu Wan's hands, it can help her refine the elixir that could not be refined before, and it has a great effect.

It's a pity that such treasures as the Red Flame Sword are not often found.

In the next few days, none of the swords sent by Bai Suzhen had such precious spiritual materials.

Five days later, Zhao Chen reported that there was a visitor.

Two immortals.

One is Yehua Xianjun, the owner of Tianye Building, and the other is Shangguanpu, the elder of Chiyan Sword Sect.

The two of them didn't come by appointment, but they came to visit Han Muye.

On the second floor of the Jiange Pavilion, in the quiet room, Han Muye sat opposite the two immortals.

In the last battle, although Tianye Tower was not involved, it was still involved.

As for the Chiyan Sword Sect, he directly attacked.

These three parties are now considered allies.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, my suzerain sent a message to let us wait for your arrangement." Looking at Immortal Yehua who was sitting beside him, Shangguanpu spoke directly.

Yang Dingtian, the patriarch of the Chiyan Sword Sect, was kicked out of Wanhua City, but he was able to escape safely under the siege of six immortal monarchs, and his combat power can be described as monstrous.

Scarlet Flame Sword Sect is in the city, no one side dares to offend.

You dare to touch Chiyan Sword Sect, unless you don't leave Wanhua City again.

Otherwise, Yang Dingtian will kill you.

Don't you see that the disciples of Immortal Venerable, those who are in charge of Wanhua City, all turn a blind eye to Chiyan Sword Sect?

Han Muye nodded, then turned to look at Immortal Ye Hua.

Immortal Lord Yehua cupped his hands and said in a low voice: "Friend Han Daoist, I and my brother will remember Jiange's kindness in protecting my Tianye Tower last time."

If Mu Wan hadn't stopped it last time, Jin Yuntian and the others would have sent people to Tianzhu Tower to kill Su Zhe and the others.

If Jin Yuntian and the others were really allowed to kill Zuo Yan, Su Zhe and others, Tianye Building would not be able to survive on the third floor of Wanhua City.

Looking at Han Muye, Immortal Ye Hua said, "My senior brother asked me to bring this item, maybe Fellow Daoist Han can use it."

In his palm is a jade slip.

Han Muye took it, his divine sense swept over it, and his expression changed.

"Is this the experience and knowledge that Tianyun Xianjun has experienced in all the ruins?"

This is a rare treasure.

Moreover, there are all kinds of knowledge in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm.

This item is worth more than a fairy treasure in Han Muye's hands.

"Han Daoyou, my senior brother asked me to tell you that if Han Daoyou goes to several Tianyuan Jedi, I hope you can go with me."

Immortal Ye Hua said.

Han Muye held the jade slip with a trace of thought on his face.

When he was on the third floor of Wanhua City, he met Tianyun Xianjun.

He understood that Tianyun Xianjun valued his luck.

For this kind of treasure hunt in the ruins world, every piece needs the support of luck.

Otherwise, the treasure may be missed right under your feet.

"it is good."

Han Muye looked up at Immortal Ye Hua and Shangguan Pu, and said in a deep voice, "We will set off in a month."

He didn't say where he was going or what he needed to prepare.

But the two people in front of them both understood that what Han Muye wanted to go to was the Heavenly Abyss Jedi, the ruin worlds that had been passed down for a long time in Tianyuan.

Shangguan Pu nodded, got up and left.

Yang Dingtian had given instructions, and he knew what he was going to do.

Immortal Ye Hua also got up and left.

When Han Muye walked downstairs, he saw Zhao Chen and the others were there.

"Zhao Chen, I have a task for you."

Han Muye looked at Zhao Chen.

The task is very simple, within a month, do your best to collect the Tianyuan Pearl and various treasures from the Ruin Realm.

A month later, they will quietly leave Wanhua City.

In the future, even if they come back, it will probably be a chaotic battle.

After all, it is impossible to obtain the measuring ruler hidden on the fifth floor of Wanhua City easily.

shopping?

Looking at the storage bags and jade boxes that Han Muye took out, Zhao Chen's eyes brightened.

Doing business is his favorite thing.

Zhao Chen took a large number of fairy stones and divine crystals to sweep the goods, while Huang Zhihu and Jin Huo chose sword cultivators who could leave with them.

Although Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan had recruited hundreds of thousands of cultivators, not all of them were truly loyal and willing to leave Wanhua City with them.

In a month's time, the number of sword cultivators who finally left was no more than 100,000.

The rest of them just want to stay in Wanhua City.

Most of these people have been here all their lives, and have never seen the vastness of the practice world outside, and they do not want to see it.

It is no secret that the master of the Jiange took out a huge amount of god crystals and fairy stones to buy Tianyuan Pearl and various treasures in Tianyuan.

There are often forces in Wanhua City who are ready to leave, and they will collect treasures and leave.

Zhao Chen worked a lot and brought back 300,000 Tian Yuanzhu, and tens of thousands of other treasures that contained the power of death and the power of origin.

Mu Wan and Yun Jin refined enough elixir to guarantee a hundred thousand sword cultivators to stay in Tianyuan.

As for Han Muye, he obtained some memories about the Great Wasteland from a few weapons.

Combined with the jade slip message from Tianyun Xianjun in Tianye Tower, he has a better understanding of the Great Wilderness Realm.

"Om—"

The void vibrated, and flying boats rushed out of Wanhua City one after another.

Jiange, Scarlet Flame Sword Sect, and Tianye Tower followed.

The three forces, a total of 300 flying boats of various colors, cover the sky and block out the sun.

Seeing the Flying Boat Xiu leave, many people in Wanhua City had complicated expressions.

"Brother, the master of the Jiange is Yunlan Sword Immortal, a newly promoted sword cultivator who is well-known in all worlds." Immortal Sheng Yao, standing behind Zhu Huan on the fourth floor of a tower, said in a low voice.

He is a swordsman, and towards Han Muye, who is also a swordsman, he unconsciously has a fighting spirit in his heart.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal." Immortal Zhu Huan's eyes flickered, he turned his head to look into the distance, and said calmly, "What is Wu Twelve doing now?"

"Him?" Xianjun Sheng Yao shook his head and said disdainfully, "It's nothing more than trying to win over all parties in the city."

"As a disciple of Xianzun, a strong Xianjun, he doesn't care about the face of the master at all."

Zhu Huanxianjun didn't speak again, but the light in his eyes became deeper.

—————

Three hundred flying boats traveled hundreds of millions of miles, and it took two months to stop in the depths of the abyss.

This place is already the deepest place at the bottom of the abyss, and gray and black mountains can be seen everywhere.

These mountains are all ruins.

Like a tomb.

A tomb of the world.

The force of death and silence collided, and golden light shone outside every spaceship.

If it weren't for the connection of three hundred flying boats and the formation of traction, it would definitely not be able to stop the erosion of the deadly power in the void.

Many people looked pale when they saw the dead power outside the mask.

Such a powerful force of dead silence, they might not be able to sustain it for a quarter of an hour.

Fortunately, Jiange distributed a lot of pills to resist the power of death, and many treasures for them to protect themselves.

The people from Chiyan Sword Sect and Tianye Tower had also made preparations.

"arrive."

In the void ahead, Immortal Tianyun of Tianye Tower spoke.

In front of the flying boat, there are towering mountains.

These mountains are vaster than anything seen before.

"This is the Great Desolation Realm."

"It is said that through here, there is a ruin world ahead."

After stretching out his finger to the mountain, Tianyun Xianjun said in a low voice: "It's just that the dead power there is close to calamity, and Xianjun can't stop it."

"Perhaps, only Xianzun can find out what's there."

The power of death that even immortals can't resist.

Han Muye looked forward, suppressing the curiosity in his heart.

Don't be curious about this kind of place.

"Let's go, enter the Ruins Realm, remember this mark." Han Muye's voice sounded.

In the midair, a phantom of a golden ten thousand zhang long sword emerged, its halo shining brightly.

One after another illusory streamers scattered and were grasped by every immortal cultivator.

This stream of light condensed in their palms, turning into a faint trace of a golden long sword.

In the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, this phantom is used as a mark, and it is a means for everyone to identify each other.

Flying boats stopped in the void, except for the immortal cultivators stationed on the flying boats, everyone else flew down.

On them, streaks of golden light flashed.

This is the halo caused by the collision of the power of the treasures and elixir inspired by the power of resisting death and silence.

The rapid consumption of this kind of power made everyone on the flying boat gasp.

I thought that I could withstand a quarter of an hour, but I still thought too much.

The power of death and silence here is not something that can come from under the golden fairy.

Han Muye looked at Mu Wan, Yun Jin and the others beside him.

"A powerful ruin world like the Great Desolate Ruin Realm cannot step in with a soul clone, but can only sneak in with a real body, so be more careful."

"We enter it, integrate into the group with the help of our respective bloodlines, and then look for opportunities to get together."

Spreading out his palm, a small golden sword in his palm flickered with a halo.

Mu Wan and Yun Jin also spread their hands and nodded slightly.

In their hands, the sword light also shone.

Behind, Huang Zhihu, Jin Huo, Xiang Lingshuang, Lu Gao and the others all had golden lights shining on their hands.

"Senior Brother Han, take care." Lin Shen clasped his hands and shouted, then flew down.

The others also clapped their hands with long smiles and flew down.

They are all real bodies entering the world of ruins, and life and death are unpredictable.

"Senior brother, we're going too." Mu Wan and Yun Jin jumped down holding hands.

Watching them fly down, Han Muye quietly raised his hand, and the God Slayer Puppet turned into a piece of black scales and fell straight down.

With the Slaughter God and War Puppet, they will definitely be able to protect them.

Han Muye, who no longer had any worries, took a deep breath and looked towards the mountains below.

With one step forward, the wind and thunder surged.

Landing on the mountains, the scene in front of Han Muye changed.

A phantom appeared in front of him.

Overlord.

Kui Niu.

Dragon crocodile.

Terran.

Four figures rushed towards him.

Which one should I choose to integrate into the Great Wasteland?

Squinting his eyes, Han Muye spread his hands.

In the palm of his hand, a group of golden flames shone.

"boom--"

His figure disappeared in place.

The four phantoms were stunned for a moment, and then slowly dispersed.