Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

old friend?

Han Muye was taken aback.

The old man raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was a blend of black and white breaths.

Styx Immortal!

This method is clearly the practice inheritance of Styx Immortal Venerable.

"Transforming yin and yang, measuring ups and downs, we can be regarded as passing it down in one line." The old man dispersed the breath from his fingertips and waved his hand: "Don't say it."

It involves calamity, which cannot be said or thought about.

The stronger the person, the more taboo.

"My lineage is based on the Heavenly Formation of Blood Fiend Capital, and I integrate myself into the formation, so that I will be immortal."

"You can be called the deity, Blood River."

blood river.

Styx.

Han Muye had seen an aura named Blood River Patriarch.

Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands and said, "Han Muye has seen the Blood River Immortal."

Blood River Immortal Venerable laughed and said, "Tell me why you came here."

Han Muye has the power inheritance of the Immortal Venerable Styx in his body, and he has gathered a power of life and death that made him an Immortal Venerable.

For Blood River Immortal, Han Muye is the descendant of Styx Immortal.

The practice world only recognizes inheritance.

So he directly sent the inheritance of the Golden Lotus Juding.

Han Muye nodded and told him that he came to Dripping Blood Cliff, encountered the golden plate transmission being blocked, and told about the exhaustion of the formation.

Hearing that Jin Pan's teleportation was blocked, Immortal Blood River narrowed his eyes.

He even snorted coldly when he heard that the power of the formation was exhausted.

"It's just a rat."

"With the help of the great formation, Qiongqi and Layer Yuan privately gather blood beads, and they don't take them out at such a difficult time. They are really greedy."

The Immortal Blood River told Han Muye that Layers Yuan and Qiongqi stationed at the Dripping Blood Cliff intercepted the power of the formation, built a blood coagulation pool, and condensed many blood beads with blood power.

This bloodline bead is very popular in the God Realm.

Because the God Realm needed to use the Bloodline Orb to appease another mountain that suppressed the dragon crocodile.

"If you can break the blood coagulation pool and take away all the blood vein beads, their calculations will be shattered, and they may be able to resist with all their strength." Xuehe Immortal said in a low voice.

The two immortals who presided over the formation went all out, and they were able to support the formation for a little longer.

Han Muye nodded, and looked at Xuehe Immortal: "Senior, do you know how to find the blood coagulation pool and how to break it?"

If the pool of coagulation blood is so easy to find, Immortal Blood River can break it by himself.

There must be something special about this place.

"The coagulation pool is the place where the real body of the ancient great monster was suppressed. There is a big monster's aura emanating there, even my blood demon can't be suppressed by the heavenly array."

"If you want to go there, you need to be careful. If you make a wrong step, your body will be corroded by the power of the great demon."

"Don't say you are a golden fairy, even a fairy can't bear it."

Blood River Immortal Venerable sighed.

With the danger of Blood Dropping Cliff looming, Han Muye did not stop, and under the guidance of the Blood River Immortal, he stepped into a dark place.

"Follow this step, and the real body of the great monster is at the deepest point." The voice of the Blood River Immortal came from a golden ball of light held in Han Muye's palm.

In order to help Han Muye find the pool of coagulation blood, Immortal Blood River gave him a part of his soul.

The secret passage is deep, and there is endless oppressive power in it, making Han Muye's body move forward as if carrying the heaven and earth on his back.

This is actually the same as Styx's forbidden power of heaven and earth.

Sure enough, it is the means of inheritance of their lineage.

Traveling thousands of miles, the gravity on Han Muye's body has reached an unimaginable level.

It would be fine if he just carried the power of heaven and earth, the world in front of him also began to change at this time.

Without the evil spirit of blood, there was endless tyranny.

It was a kind of madness that made people lose their minds.

"Steady your mind, this is the power of the ancient monster's real body, if you can't hold it, let alone go to the coagulation pool."

In front of him, the voice of Immortal Blood River came from the golden ball of light.

Han Muye took a deep breath, the golden soul intertwined in his mind, a golden lotus floated above his head, and he strode forward.

Stepping into the Golden Immortal Realm, all his powers have increased countless times.

If he is still in the realm of transforming emptiness, he may not be able to move forward.

After traveling thousands of miles, the power in the ball of light in front of him began to dim.

Looking up, there is a black mountain ahead.

Not a mountain.

Han Muye had seen it in the memory of Baxia Xuezhu.

This is the long tail of the dragon crocodile.

"Be careful, the coagulation pool is just ahead, you have to cover your breath..." The voice in the light ball was so small that it was hard to hear.

Han Muye discovered that after arriving here, the sub-soul of Blood River Immortal Venerable had been suppressed to the point where he could not radiate any power.

The tyrannical power around him also seemed to penetrate his body.

"Senior, how far is it? I seem to be unable to hold on." Han Muye whispered softly.

The ball of light in front of him vibrated, and a faint light came from it.

The halo sprinkled a gleam of light in front of Han Muye, as if blocking a ray of tyranny.

Han Muye continued to move forward, and after a stick of incense, the crystal light in front of him turned into nothingness, and the tyrannical air permeated his body again.

At this time, he saw a blood-colored stone pond of hundreds of feet in front of him, and there were golden blood beads in the middle of the pond.

coagulation pool.

Han Muye staggered a little, and went into the pool of blood.

After only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

"Go--"

There was urgency in Xuehe Immortal Venerable's voice.

But Han Muye didn't listen to him.

He slowly turned around and headed towards the mountains of Mianyang.

"You, come back!" The light ball transformed by the Immortal Blood River exploded, and the phantom of the Immortal Blood River emerged.

This phantom oscillates, and the violent power around it arouses a gray-black halo, with cracks intertwined.

However, Han Muye didn't look back at all.

The phantom of the Blood River Immortal raised his hand, and the faint golden light enveloped Han Muye's figure.

That was the power emanating from the golden lotus on Han Muye's head.

This Golden Lotus Inheritance, which includes the arrangement of the Blood River Immortal Venerable, is used to suppress Han Muye's soul power at this time.

He gave Han Muye Golden Lotus, which was not completely kind.

"Om—"

The golden lotus vibrated, and then petals bloomed one by one, and the golden light interlaced on it.

In just a split second, a fierce aura flashed across Han Muye's body, cutting the golden mask to pieces.

Then, Han Muye continued on.

"Hey, I lost another one, what a pity." The Blood River Immortal shook his head, and looked at the blood coagulation pool not far away.

"I hate the golden lotus of this deity, this is a rare treasure..." The phantom couldn't bear it any longer, and slowly dispersed.

It wasn't until the phantom dissipated that Han Muye, who was walking forward, turned around.

He looked towards the place where the Blood River Immortal Venerable disappeared, with a smile on his face.

There are many ways to control the soul in the world, but there are not many that can not be broken by his sword of primordial spirit.

The moment Jinlian wanted to control his soul, he was suppressed by his Primordial Spirit Sword, eradicating the alien power in it.

Bai got the golden lotus inheritance of Immortal Venerable Xuehe and this golden lotus.

He walked to the blood pool, raised his hand, and a stream of dark red light wrapped all the blood beads in the blood pool and collected them.

This pool is not big, but there are quite a lot of blood vein beads stored in it, a total of one hundred thousand.

I don't know how many years this blood coagulation pool has been condensed here before there are blood vein beads in this pool.

Holding a bloodline bead in his hand, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

The power of the bloodline is contained in the bloodline bead, which is similar to the nine-colored pill refined from the Huayuan cauldron he saw in the bitter fairyland.

It's just that the bloodline beads are purer, not as powerful as the power contained in the Nine Colors Pill.

The blood power contained in one blood bead is roughly equivalent to the power of a hundred god crystals.

It's just that the power of the bloodline bead is still different from that of the god crystal. Among them, there is the power of qi and blood that belongs to Honghuang alone, and it needs the blood of Honghuang to refine it.

It seems that the value is much higher when exchanged in the God Realm.

A windfall.

After collecting the bloodline beads, Han Muye looked towards the mountains ahead.

Blood River Immortal Venerable is completely unaware that he has the blood of the Overlord.

When he stepped into this place, if he hadn't suppressed it himself, Ba Xia's blood would have been agitated.

At this time, he just let go of it a little, and there was a phantom of Ba Xia surging behind him.

Around the body, those tyrannical auras permeated his body, not only did not make Han Muye lose his mind, but it was completely transparent.

It seems that this is the real place where he lives.

With one step, he was already thousands of feet away.

Not only because the oppression of the tyrannical power has been reduced, but also because he has such strength himself.

The previous difficult steps were all for the sake of Immortal Blood River.

With Han Muye's physical strength, how could it be so difficult.

A moment later, his figure landed in front of the huge black mountain.

In front of him, there were pieces of scale-like mountains, hard and cold.

Stretching out his hand and pressing it on the mountain, Han Muye shuddered and was stunned.

He thought that this would wake up the sleeping big monster, or at least make the big monster feel something.

How can the body of the ancient dragon crocodile and the spirit remaining in it communicate with each other.

But now that the palm is touching, the body in front of him clearly has no soul resident.

Taking a deep breath, a sword intent poured into it.

"boom--"

Han Muye's face turned pale, blood dripped from his eyes.

Pale gold blood dripped from his nostrils, too.

But he didn't let go.

In his mind, there are endless images surging.

This is a great monster who has been living since the beginning of the prehistoric times, and his memory is endless.

Boundless in the world, roaming leisurely.

In the memory of Longcrocodile, it is basically leisurely.

That is the real powerhouse, and any foreign power is not seen in the eyes.

Even if it is to compete with a few prehistoric overlords, it is just a random shot and a exchange of ideas.

The amount of robbery, the kind of power that shatters the world, can't hurt an overlord like the dragon crocodile in the wild.

One by one, the tribulations passed, and the overlords and powerhouses no longer knew how strong they were.

Later, a prehistoric overlord left.

Leave the prehistoric.

Later, foreign enemies came.

Later, in the prehistoric struggle for hegemony, several overlords had different ideas and began to fight.

after that--

The prehistoric world is broken!

The prehistoric world was shattered, calamity came, and countless divine beasts fell.

Some powerful beasts left, some passed on, and some were captured by the human race.

The prehistoric, the leisurely and boundless prehistoric, just scattered around like this.

Long Crocodile's leisurely life was also broken.

It loses.

It's not that he's not strong enough, but that his opponent's methods are too weird.

His body was divided into three parts and suppressed in three places.

Han Muye shuddered and lowered his head.

He saw a white-haired old man, with a smile on his face, and slowly left.

"Hehe, little guy, isn't this a great gift?"

The old man chuckled, and then drifted away.

Reaching Heaven Immortal Venerable!

Tongtian Immortal Venerable is the soul of the dragon crocodile under the drop of blood cliff!

He left the arrangement early, just for himself!

Baxia's bloodline was originally inherited from the dragon crocodile.

The transmission of the law that traveled through five million years was arranged by Tongtian Immortal Venerable long ago.

So, what about the layout here?

Looking up at the mountains, Han Muye swallowed.

He finally realized Huang Laoliu's mood back then.

It's complicated...

Behind him, Ba Xia's phantom turned into tens of thousands of feet, and then turned into hundreds of thousands of feet, and then millions of feet.

The phantom of Baxia collided, hit the black mountain, and then turned into nothingness.

Refining the body of this dragon crocodile and turning it into his own body!

This unthinkable thing is actually right in front of my eyes.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable arranged here early, just waiting for him to come.

With the body of the dragon crocodile, even the immortal can crush it.

With this body, you can go to the God Realm, and it doesn't matter if you go directly to see Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

When Baxia Xuying merged with Dragon Crocodile's Long Tail, the world before Han Muye's eyes completely changed.

Bloody silk threads imprisoned the surrounding space.

The space beyond the silk thread is Blood Dropping Cliff.

On the top of Dripping Blood Cliff, there are two immortals sitting cross-legged, in the main hall, three immortals urging gold plates, and those cultivators offering blood beads in the cave.

Even the Blood River Immortal Venerable is clearly visible.

On the top of the blood-dropping cliff, in the beam of light under the dome, a voice sounded.

"Qongqi, the big formation can only last for one day, when will the person from the Immortal Venerable arrive?" Layer Yuan Xianjun looked at Qiongqi at the side, and said in a deep voice.

"Don't panic, even that immortal venerable doesn't care about us, and the people under him also care about the blood beads accumulated in the blood coagulation pool."

"At least three hundred blood coagulation beads, which are treasures worth tens of thousands of god crystals, I don't believe those gods are not tempted."

"Not all of the God Realm need to transform their divine nature to practice, let's go there, at least it is a fairy king."

Qiongqi's face did not have the ferocity that Han Muye saw before, but instead had a hint of longing.

The wealth exchanged for three hundred bloodline beads is enough for them to live well in the God Realm.

As for the mess in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm, what does that have to do with them?

Han Muye turned his gaze to the side, and landed in the main hall, where the three immortals were urging the golden plate with all their strength.

On the gold plate, a golden light projected towards the void.

Looking forward along the golden light, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This gold plate actually connects three places!

One is the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, the other is the God Realm, and the other is the camp of the God Clan army behind Blood Dropping Cliff.

No wonder it took so much longer for the gold plate to activate than previously expected.

It turned out that it connected three places at once.

Someone tampered with the transmission of the gold plate!

Han Muye glanced over the three retreating immortals, and found nothing unusual.

wrong!

If he hadn't been more suspicious of Xianjun Miaoyuan, he would have almost missed it.

The location where Xianjun Miaoyuan is located is clearly a dead bone!

With the breath of a dry bone body, it conceals the figure.

Looking intently, Han Muye's face sank like water.

That dry bone is Xianjun Miaoyuan.

The real Immortal Sovereign.

What about the fake Immortal Monarch Miao Yuan?

Han Muye's eyes searched in various caves.

Although he has only met Xianjun Miaoyuan twice, he still remembers the rotten aura on his body.

Sure enough, he found the figure of Xianjun Miaoyuan in a cave.

At this time, Xianjun Miaoyuan has changed his appearance and turned into a sixty-year-old Taoist.

Surrounding him were nearly a hundred immortal cultivators.

"Tomorrow, as soon as the formation is broken, we will collect all the bloodline beads and take them away."

"There are tens of thousands of bloodline beads on Dripping Blood Cliff, but in fact there are less than a hundred left. The rest are exhausted bloodlines and are useless."

"Remember, we will do our best to snatch the bloodline beads. Once the army arrives, we will be able to practice in the God Realm."

Xianjun Miaoyuan explained everything, and everyone dispersed.

These people went to various caves, and then quietly hid.

Seeing these hidden cultivators, Han Muye's heart moved.

"Golden fire."

He whispered, and Jin Huo, who was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, was shocked and stood up.

"Father."

Jin Huo raised his head respectfully.

A golden light curtain emerged, and Han Muye's figure appeared within it.

"Distribute these fairy stones to various caves." Han Muye's voice came from the light curtain.

A storage bag was handed out from the light curtain.

Jin Huo was no stranger to Han Muye's miraculous means.

After receiving the storage bag, Jin Huo frowned.

There are tens of billions of fairy stones in this storage bag.

There are so many immortal spirit stones, enough for all the immortal cultivators on Dripping Blood Cliff to recover their full cultivation.

"Also, this is a bloodline bead, which can replace those blood drops on the altar that have exhausted their strength."

Another small bag was handed out, which contained a thousand bloodline beads.

This has completely surpassed the number of blood vein beads in the heyday of the Dripping Blood Cliff formation.

The large array of blood-pulling beads on Dripping Blood Cliff has never exceeded 300 at a time.

A look of joy appeared on Jinhuo's face.

With these blood vein beads and fairy stones, Dripping Blood Cliff is as solid as gold.

"I'm going right now." He said in a deep voice.

"Wait a minute." Han Muye waved his hands, his eyes shining.

On the light curtain in front of Jin Huo, scenes in caves flashed.

The faces and images of many of them were revealed.

"These people need to be eliminated."

Cut off!

Jin Huo was stunned for a moment, killing intent appeared in his eyes.

Since the righteous father said that he wanted to be cut off, there must be something wrong with these people.

"Don't alarm those immortals about this matter."

After Han Muye explained, the figure slowly dispersed.

Jin Huo nodded, moved his body, and stepped out of the station.

Han Muye looked at Jin Huo going into the cave, and turned his eyes to another place.

Blood River Immortal Venerable.

At this time, the Xuehe Immortal Venerable no longer has the appearance of the previous immortal.

His whole body was bloody, and his body was full of churning blood snakes.

This power is indeed from the same source as the power of the Styx, but it is full of blood.

In Blood Dropping Cliff, and even the space outside it, all the evil spirits of blood come from this large formation.

"Failed again..." Xuehe Immortal gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

"Why does the deity want to guard this dead place?"

"The body of the dragon crocodile is obviously useless, you still don't let the deity leave!"

"Huantian Pavilion, the deity is also an elder, Tongtian, you plan on me..."

...

Roaring and ferocious, endless evil spirits emanated from Blood River Immortal Venerable.

This baleful aura spread towards the surroundings of Dripping Blood Cliff, and the power in it continued to surge, enveloping the protoss who besieged Dripping Blood Cliff.

A god-clan fairy frowned, raised his hand and tore the blood into pieces.

But many low-level protoss got lost in it, and their blood was quietly extracted.

A quarter of an hour later, the Blood River Immortal had collected a lot of blood energy, poured it into himself, and turned it into the power of blood evil.

"Hateful, if I can condense these unusable powers into blood beads, I don't know how many resources I will have!"

The power is so thick that it escapes.

Han Muye looked at the roaring Blood River Immortal, and suddenly felt a little funny.

It turned out that the grand formation to suppress the dragon crocodile was not under the control of the Blood River Immortal at all.

This large formation is clearly operating on its own.

Blood River Immortal Venerable also wanted to intercept the Bloodline Bead, but he couldn't.

No wonder he wanted to help him smash the coagulation pool by himself.

Perhaps, by smashing the coagulation pool, he would have a way to intercept the blood vein beads.

Each seat has the Immortal Venerable of the Blood River, Han Muye turned his gaze to the back of Dripping Blood Cliff.

Over there is the continuous army of the protoss and the Taoist rebels from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

Together, more than ten million.

Divine light and immortal energy are intertwined, and the power revealed is magnificent.

Such a force almost hurt the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

The phantom behind the tyrant merged with the body of the dragon crocodile, and with the help of the powerful dragon crocodile, Han Muye could see through the entire situation inside and outside Dripping Blood Cliff.

All parties are calculating.

All parties are making final preparations.

Looking back at the gradually blurred mountains, Han Muye smiled.

After all, it was the plan of the Immortal Venerable Tongtian, even the bodies of the ancient gods and beasts dared to make up their minds.

At this moment, he already felt the endless surging power surging.

This is extremely powerful, a power that is not afraid of even the power of calamity.

If you can control this power, you can become the overlord of the entire practice world.

Even if he only controls one billionth of the power of the dragon crocodile's body, Han Muye already feels that he can look down on the immortal king.

"No hurry, I want to see how many people will be on stage..."

Slightly closing his eyes, various colored halos gathered above Han Muye's head, and then wrapped in golden lotus flowers.

Next to the golden lotus, another illusory golden lotus appeared.

As long as he refines the body of the dragon crocodile, Han Muye will have the strongest body in the world.

That is the overlord who can sweep one side in the prehistoric world!

—————

Time passed quietly, and two days later, the atmosphere on Blood Dropping Cliff became extremely solemn.

On the top of the cliff, streamers flashed around the bodies of the two immortals, Layer Yuan and Qiongqi.

"Okay, it's done, as long as the gold plate teleportation is turned on, they can come."

Qiongqi squeezed a ball of streamer, smiled lightly and opened his mouth.

Layer Yuan Immortal nodded, with a hint of expectation and complexity on his face.

In the main hall, a golden light array has formed.

The six immortals gathered together.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan seems to have retreated, it's a pity." Immortal Wuchen shook his head, looked at the light array in front of him, and spoke regretfully.

"That's right, he is the one who contributed the most to leading the army to attack the invading enemies of the God Realm, but he was not present at this time, unable to witness such a scene." Immortal Lord Wan Ling also whispered.

Everyone else laughed lightly.

These days, Dripping Blood Cliff has been constantly besieged, and the power of the formation has reached a desperate situation.

Sword Immortal Yunlan sent the gold plate, but there were many twists and turns when it was activated.

Fortunately, everything went well in the end, and the teleportation array was completed.

"Om—"

There was a tremor in the light array.

Brilliant celestial lights rushed out of the light array.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and the smiles on their faces became even bigger.

But at this moment, the light array suddenly trembled.

The original magnificent array of light beams turned into three beams.

Intense divine light gushes out from the light array.

"Spirit world!"

"Yunlan Daozong!"

In the light array, a group of powerful protoss wearing golden armor rushed forward.

The other one is a mixture of gods and immortal cultivators, among whom are several strong men from the Yunlan Dao Sect.

Suzerain of Yunlan Dao Sect!

Immortal Wuchen who stood outside the large formation whispered palely: "How could it be so..."

"Wu Chen, why don't you lead my Daoist army?" The master of Yunlan Dao Sect shouted.

"My God Realm Juyue Sect army is here, why don't you kneel down to welcome it?" Someone in the God Clan army also shouted.

The faces of all the immortals standing in front of the formation were pale, and they were at a loss for a while.

"Don't let them come!" Wan Ling Xianjun gritted his teeth, raised his hand and drew his sword, wanting to cut it off.

As long as the final reception is not successful, there is still a chance to destroy the teleportation.

The two immortals of Blood Battle Sect also showed killing intent in their eyes.

"It's too late..." Wuchen Xianjun shook his head and looked at everyone: "The big formation can't support the next teleportation."

These words are like pouring a basin of cold water on his head.

If the teleportation is destroyed this time, it will take at least ten days to open it again.

The big formation on Dripping Blood Cliff can't even last until tomorrow, so how can it last until ten days later?

"Caoyuan, Qiongqi, fellow daoists, how long can the formation last?" Immortal Wanling gritted his teeth and raised his head to shout.

"Hehe, why support it? We finally invited the Juyue Sect army from the God Realm, how can we not let them come?" Qiongqi's voice sounded.

In the hall, everyone's expression sank.

"Ahem, in fact, as long as the Suzerain and the others are invited, the crisis can be resolved." In the hall, the voice of Xianjun Miaoyuan came.

But his voice at this moment was not his.

His face also slowly changed.

"Chengyang Immortal? You, haven't you fallen?" Zhuliang Xianjun widened his eyes and let out a low voice.