Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Lu Yue.

Han Muye recognized who Lu Yue was.

That poor man who was brought from Earth by the Master of Jiu Xuan Peak.

The swordsman who cut the world apart with one sword.

The free and easy man who left his sword behind and turned around.

Lu Yue, that's him, Han Muye.

It turns out that he went to the Eternal Heaven many years ago.

"It turns out it's him." Han Muye nodded lightly, "Then the junior will do his best to help the senior enter the eternal heaven."

In front of him, the figure of the Original Creator slowly faded away, and a voice came: "I'll give you one hundred thousand years. After one hundred thousand years, I will rush into the eternal heaven again."

"If you can't rush through, then the world and the world here will be extinguished together with this deity, and you will enter the end of the world."

The figure faded away, and the world in front of him was empty.

There was silence in the main hall.

The ten gods all had solemn expressions on their faces.

One hundred thousand years is really too short for these gods who have practiced for hundreds of millions of years.

What can they do in a hundred thousand years?

After a long time, Lord Yunjiang raised his head and looked at Han Muye: "Fellow Daoist Han, what should we do today?"

Compared to the other nine gods, Han Muye is just an outsider.

But for the Lord Yunjiang, Han Muye's opinion is more important.

Because Han Muye was the only one among everyone present who was not shackled by the Origin Creator.

He is also the only person who dares to face the powerful man in the end of God without suffering any damage.

"One hundred thousand years is enough to do a lot of things." Han Muye said calmly, with depth in his eyes.

"If the original creator cannot step into the eternal heaven, he will activate the power of the end of the gods to swallow billions of planes and destroy the divine abyss."

"Don't question what Shenmo said. By the time Shenmo reaches the end, they have nothing to care about."

The end of God is when the Creator falls into exhaustion and falls into silence.

At that level, there is no care in the heart and no care about anything external.

Han Muye's words made everyone in the hall look even more unhappy.

"Everyone, one hundred thousand years is not a long time, but it is not a short time either. In the future, we can form an alliance and try our best to improve ourselves and the power behind us."

"It's the best opportunity to help the Original Creator step into the eternal heaven."

"If we really can't help him by then, we can only try our best to escape. We hope to escape as far as we can before Shenmo is infected."

Han Muye told the truth.

If we can help the Original Creator enter the Heavenly Realm, everyone can escape the danger of God's End and receive gifts and benefits from the Creator.

If you can't help, then run away with all your strength.

The erosion of Shenmo does not mean that the world will be swallowed up immediately. The only way is to escape from the endless world and find a way to resist Shenmo.

"Okay, that's all it can do." Lord Yunjiang nodded.

The other gods looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

Facing Shen Mo, what else could we do otherwise?

What's more, they are all possessed by the shackles and can no longer help themselves.

"Everyone, I am planning to unify one dimension and increase some of my original power. I wonder if I might ask fellow Taoists to help me?"

Han Muye's voice sounded again.

"In exchange, I can take out the treasures of the Spirit-Gathering God."

Raising his hand, Han Muye found a ball of golden light in his palm.

In the stream of light, there is an illusory world.

This is the last treasure that the God of Juling gave himself, and it is the path he left behind.

But he didn't expect that all his back-up arrangements would be of no use against the powerful Shen Mo.

Han Muye just broke through the power of Shenmo with his sword and got a ball of flame from it. In addition to a trace of the power belonging to the original creator, the flame also contained the secret left behind by the God of Gathering Spirits.

"Haha, since Fellow Daoist Han is so polite, I will naturally help." The white-bearded old man said softly.

"Don't worry, we are all tied to the same rope now. It's a good thing that you want to improve your strength." The Ancient Spirit God smiled and said, his eyes fell on the flame in Han Muye's hand, his eyes flashing brightly.

"It just so happens that the Yunji Longxue hidden by Ju Ling is also what I need."

Several other deities also spoke out and agreed.

If Han Muye didn't have the qualifications to talk to them at the same level, or even surpass their potential, it would be impossible for him to work for a group of gods.

No matter what level you are in the world, strength speaks for itself.

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After leaving the main hall, Han Muye appeared in the main hall of the Spirit-Gathering God.

The main hall was empty, and the divine light in it was no longer visible.

"Master Han!"

Yu Chen stepped forward and whispered: "Just now, the divine light in the hall disappeared, and thousands of disciples of the Lord Gathering Spirit collapsed and died."

Han Muye nodded.

These are the disciples who are connected to the origin of the God Juling. After the death of the God Juling, their origin also collapsed and they could only perish.

With the help of the spiritual power of the Lord Juling, these disciples can quickly improve their cultivation and stabilize the cultivation of the Lord Juling.

This method is not uncommon in the spiritual world.

Especially those under the great monks are very suitable for this method to gather die-hard disciples.

But the disadvantages are also obvious. When the soul of the Soul Gathering God collapsed and fell, others also followed the great avenue to collapse.

Among the disciples under Han Muye, no one practices like this.

After returning to Yuchen City to guard the Huatian Altar, Han Muye went into seclusion.

Golden light shines, and the power of the altar envelopes it.

He waited until the layers of defense and sealing power outside him covered him before he stretched out his hand.

In his palm was a blue-black cloud.

The power of God!

This is the power of the gods that makes even the gods extremely fearful and dare not touch it!

This is the continuation, decline, or end of the Creator's power.

Looking at the divine power in his palm, Han Muye's eyes glowed with deep golden light, and he tightened his grip.

"boom--"

Endless memories burst out from this flame!

The memory was so grand that layers of golden light appeared outside Han Muye's body.

That is the divine pattern of the great avenue, a manifestation of the original power being pushed to the extreme.

In Han Muye's mind, a small green plant appeared in the light and shadow.

The little Ya grows into a big tree and becomes a big tree that can cover a star!

The big tree absorbed all the origins from the star, and then the star collapsed.

The big tree turned into seeds again and flew into another star.

After repeating it countless times, the big tree finally became a giant tree spanning hundreds of millions of miles of heaven and earth, pressing countless stars under its body.

Is this the true nature of the Original Creator?

"I knew you wouldn't give up."

"Sword cultivator has always been like this."

A voice sounded from the flames.

It is the voice of the Prime Creator.

The flame in Han Muye's hand vibrated, revealing the figure of the Original Creator.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

This flame was left by the Original Creator, and was originally given to Han Muye for communication purposes.

Han Muye stimulated the memory and attracted the soul of the original creator to come.

"Senior, I am interested in Shenyuan."

Han Muye looked at the Origin Creator in front of him and said calmly: "I want to go to the abyss and hunt the divine beasts."

"I wonder if the Creator can give me the star map in the divine abyss and its location."

Divine Abyss!

The Original Creator looked at Han Muye, pondered for a long time, nodded and said: "There are indeed many secrets in the divine abyss, and I have not fully explored them. I cannot guarantee that you will come back alive."

"But there is really no other place in the world where you can improve your cultivation level faster."

Raising his hand, a golden stream of light flew towards Han Muye.

"This is what you want."

"I hope you won't disappoint me." (End of Chapter)