Chapter 522 This Is the Fairy World! (Single Larger Chapter)

The spirit-armored demon clan came to the cultivation world.

And let the ghosts in the endless sea erupt.

These two things, each of them are evil things that make life in the practice world ruined, and disasters that make countless practitioners perish.

This kind of thing can only be done by truly evil people, who are truly enemies of the cultivation world.

But Han Muye, the successor of the god emperor, the first person in this world, who is responsible for the future of the entire cultivation world, did it all.

Still doing so comfortably.

Bai Zeyu frowned slightly, but did not speak.

His cultivation and identity are not qualified to criticize Han Muye.

"So some things can only be seen through that position." Patriarch Bai Ze glanced at Bai Zeyu and said softly.

"What Muye Jianzu has to consider is the prosperity of the entire cultivation world. Only by maintaining constant foreign enemies and constant tempering can we ensure that the strong will emerge in large numbers."

"An easy life does not make a strong man."

The strong are able to achieve success through hardships and hardships.

Relying on the accumulation of resources alone, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate a truly strong person.

Bai Zeyu nodded, he knew that what his ancestor said was right, but from his point of view, he felt uncomfortable.

Han Muye also did not explain.

No need to explain.

He has his reasons for doing these things.

Before he knew it, he was no longer the little sword cultivator in Xijiang back then.

He is Muye Jianzu, the master of the sword pavilion, the prime minister of Tianxuan, and the supreme elder of the Yuling Dao Sect.

His words, deeds, and decisions are all related to the life and death of countless practitioners in the practice world.

If it was still the little cultivator from the Western Border back then, Han Muye would choose to use more resources to pave the way for more cultivators.

But now, he won't.

Instead, he needs to create more difficulties for the cultivation world.

Only the strong who kill the blood can not be afraid of any challenge.

Standing in today's realm, many things that are unreasonable in the world of practice seem reasonable.

For example, why the Lingjia Monster Race has not been annihilated, for example, even if the court is high, there are still wars everywhere.

Also, why are the low-level disciples of various sects so exhausted, and the lives of countless low-level practitioners will be lost on the road of cultivation.

Use the lives of countless low-level practitioners to pave the way for the strong.

Maybe it's cold-blooded.

But when Han Muye made such a decision now, he had no trouble in his heart.

"boom--"

With a sword swung, the sealed town that was intertwined with spiritual light was directly split into a crack.

Han Muye's sword was unsheathed, Jia Wu's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his eyes trembled slightly.

Ancestor Bai Ze's expression was solemn, and the golden light in his eyes flashed.

With a single sword, it broke the Great Power seal of the year.

Han Muye's swordsmanship has reached this level!

A line of spirit armored monster clan figures rushed out, and when they saw Han Muye and the others in front of them, they were immediately stunned.

Shui Yue'er flew up and landed in front of the old man in black scale armor.

She bowed her hands and whispered.

The old man's expression changed, and he turned to look at the crack that was cut open by a sword, then nodded and stood cautiously aside.

"Let's go."

Han Muye's gaze fell on those spirit-armored monsters, looked at Jia Wu, and said lightly, "The spirit-armored monsters need a restraint."

Jia Wu nodded, his body moved, and he rushed into the void crack.

Han Muye also flew into it.

Ancestor Bai Ze looked back at Bai Zeyu and Shui Yueer.

Bai Zeyu and Shui Yue'er looked at each other with a complicated look on their faces, and bowed to the ancestor Bai Ze.

"Hehe, my generation has practiced countless thousands of years, and the honor and disgrace of life and death have long been underestimated."

"This life is easy enough."

Ancestor Bai Ze waved his hand, and a golden spirit orb flew out from his palm and landed in front of Bai Zeyu.

This bead is agile, with a mysterious power flashing on it.

As long as his eyes fell on the beads, he would be dizzy, as if his mind was absorbed by it.

"This is the heritage treasure of my Bai Ze family, remember, don't see what you shouldn't see, don't say what you can't say, don't say it." Ancestor Bai Ze revealed a trace of reluctance in his eyes, smiled slightly, turned around and stepped inside crack.

Bai Zeyu stretched out his hand to hold the bead, and the halo flashed on his body. When he opened his hand, there were no beads, only a trace of eyes that seemed to be closed in the palm of his hand.

"boom--"

Ahead, there was a roar and vibration in the void.

Shui Yue'er reached out and held Bai Zeyu's arm.

Not far away, the spirit armor monsters all raised their heads and looked at the halo bursting void.

At this time, the world after the void has been directly suppressed by the dark aura.

Behind Jia Wu in a black robe, a hundred zhang phantom appeared.

On the black crown, there are seven round mirrors flashing black halo.

black light.

The dark aura emerges from these seven circular mirrors, imprisoning the entire world.

"Let me see where these little trash fish are hiding." Ancestor Bai Ze stepped forward, golden light shining from his eyes.

The golden light penetrated the darkness and shot straight ahead, seemingly penetrating the entire world.

"found it."

He whispered softly, and then a long golden arrow appeared in front of him and shot straight away.

Han Muye's figure flashed and followed the arrow.

"boom--"

In the sky, lightning flashes.

That is the wrath of the heavens of this world, and the thunder tribulation is brought down.

The thunder light converged on Jackie Chan and slammed into the seven round mirrors on the crown behind Jia Wu.

It's just that the Thunder Light Dragon has not yet descended, and Han Muye has already drawn his sword in front of him.

"Thorn-"

A sword.

This sword slashed from above the sky, inspiring the surrounding spiritual energy into sword lights, and smashed the thunder light dragon into countless segments.

The thunderclouds that filled the sky were about to twist and gather. Suddenly, behind Han Muye, the body of a ten-thousand-zhang Kui bull appeared. He raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, swallowing all the thunder light from the sky in one gulp.

The inheritance of the Kui Niu bloodline is no weaker than that of the Baxia God Beast.

Han Muye has seldom used this inheritance all the time, because Baxia has a real body refining, and his power is more solid.

Now I no longer use the power of the lower body, then use the Kui Niu. On the one hand, I am more familiar with the tactics, and on the other hand, it is more useful to deal with the thunder of the heavens.

Swallowing the thunder light in one bite, the Kui Niu behind Han Muye was covered in thunder, turning into a golden armor and covering his body.

After breaking the thunderbolt, Han Muye followed the long arrow in front of him. The phantom of the huge Kui Niu turned into gold, and his body was covered with lightning and golden armor.

Whenever the thunder light in the sky converges, the Kui Niu screams in the sky and swallows it up.

It engulfed the thunder light, causing the electric light to interweave all over the body, and a single impact directly broke the shackles of heaven and earth.

"Thorn-"

Han Muye stabbed the sword out of his hand, and the blue sword light pierced through the mighty blue sea below.

Under the calm sea water, there was a sudden turmoil.

A stream of blood spewed up from under the sea, like a spring.

"Roar--"

A spirit-armored demon race rushed out of the water, with blood dripping from its body and wounds on its long sword.

This is a big monster with a body that is thousands of feet long, and whose blood has been condensed into a half-holy.

Agitating the water vapor, the waves that appeared on the sea turned into shadows of thousands of feet, hitting Han Muye.

It's just that before these phantoms took off, a sword light exploded below the water surface, shattering the big demon and all the phantoms.

The Kui Niu roared wildly, absorbing all the energy and blood, refining it with lightning.

Layers of blood-colored armors appeared around Han Muye's body.

Standing on the top of the ten thousand feet of water, Han Muye pointed the front of the long sword in his hand.

This side of the world has been imprisoned by the gloomy aura of the Endless Heavenly Venerate. At this time, those who can escape the imprisonment are the real big demons, at least the existence beyond the realm of heaven.

Ahead, one after another figure appeared.

"Om-"

The void vibrated, and the spiritual thoughts came one after another.

Some spiritual thoughts convey anger, some question, and some doubt.

"I don't have any grudges between you and the Spirit Armor Monster Race? Why do you want to come to my Spirit Armor Monster Race station to slaughter?"

The figure of a big black monster flashed and turned into a big man in black armor, standing a hundred feet in front of Han Muye, shouting in a low voice.

His gaze fell on the phantom of the Kui Niu behind Han Muye, and he said solemnly, "The ancient Kui Niu bloodline, the cultivation of spiritual qigong techniques, seems to have come from the pastoral land of the immortal world."

Neither the fairy world nor the god world cultivates spiritual energy, and only the lower world is the spiritual energy world.

This world, like Han Muye and the others, belongs to the lower world.

The big man turned his gaze to Han Muye, looked at the sword light on his body, and narrowed his eyes.

"Kendo, really strong."

"Are you going to invade this world?"

Opening his mouth, the big man sneered: "If you know about my Spirit Armor Monster Race, you should know that the place where my Spirit Armor Monster Race lives will not leave you any resources."

The spirit armor monster clan has passed, it can be said that no grass grows.

It is just like this that the spiritual armour monsters will be driven out with all their strength in the cultivation world.

"boom--"

Jia Wu broke through the void and fell on Han Muye's side.

The white robe on his body stretched out, and his eyes were gleaming with golden whiteness.

Whether it is Bai Ze or Jia Wu, there is a frightening power in his body.

The big man in black armor took a step back and looked at them vigilantly.

"You're not qualified to talk to us yet." Han Muye shook his head, looking past the big man in black armor and looking at the dark world in the distance.

"You are the King of the Spirit Armor Monster Race in this world, aren't you?"

King.

The big man in black armor changed his face, turned his head to look, and a figure came slowly in the void.

She was wearing a long white dress with three green lotuses at the corners of the skirt.

The lotus flower seems to open and close, moving every step of the way, like the disillusionment of a world.

The blue silk is pulled high and fastened with a light green bead.

There is fairy light surging on this bead, and every time it flashes, it has the power to shred the surrounding void.

This female cultivator's appearance is extremely beautiful, revealing a suffocating charm.

His eyebrows were picturesque, with seven-color halos in his eyes.

A slight movement of the colorful aura in those eyes seemed to melt people's minds.

"Two fellow Daoists, what's the matter with coming to my Yunshui Star Territory?"

Glancing at Han Muye and Jia Wu, the female cultivator bowed slightly, "Shui Ling has seen two fellow Daoists."

The king of the Spirit Armor Monster Clan, the Celestial Venerable Cultivation Realm, and the Qinglian and Qingzhu who are with him are at least at the level of fairy treasures.

Such a strong person can run rampant in a big world, and can indeed suppress the luck of the spirit armor monster clan.

"Shui Ling, good name." Jia Wu chuckled and turned to look at Han Muye beside him.

It was Han Muye's invitation to come here, and he fulfilled his promise. All arrangements were up to Han Muye.

This time, he only needs to shoot when he needs to shoot.

In front of the Shui Ling's cultivation strength is not bad, it is not easy to be able to see his identity at a glance and say "two fellow Taoists".

Also, if it is not strong enough, it is impossible to suppress a star field world and become the king of the spirit armor monster clan.

"I'm here to make a deal with your Spirit Armor Monster Race."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

"Trading?" Shui Ling thought that Jia Wu was the principal, but he didn't expect that the one who spoke was the sword cultivator in front of him, who seemed to have a lower level of cultivation.

Only she spoke, and the expression on her face had changed.

Ahead, Han Muye's sword suddenly protruded out of his hand.

"boom--"

The void within a hundred feet shattered.

One after another void cracks appeared.

The three green lotuses at Shui Ling's feet flew out and turned into three masks.

However, the light shield condensed by these three immortal treasures failed to block Han Muye's sword light.

The three masks shattered in an instant.

Shui Ling's complexion changed, and just as she was about to step back, she felt a chill behind her, she slowly turned her head, and a long sword floated three inches outside her neck behind her.

The silent approach of the long sword is not the most terrifying thing.

The long sword smashing through the three barriers is not the most terrifying thing.

For Shui Ling, the long sword was already three inches away, and his own treasure, the blue-colored Lingzhu, did not react at all.

This is an immortal treasure, a supreme treasure that even the Heavenly Venerate might be able to fight against.

"Good swordsmanship." The colorful streamers in his eyes shone, and a blush flashed on Shui Ling's face.

Forced to see through this sword, let her blood force backlash.

"There are still people in the mortal world who can control the power of time to such an extent, amazing."

This sword looked right in front of him, but it was fixed before the third breath.

The treasure that protects the body can prevent the enemy in the face, but it can't stop the enemy in the past.

How to block the attack before the third breath?

A sword cut through the space.

A sword flew down a long river of time, backtracking three breaths.

Is this kind of swordsmanship possible in the mundane world?

It is the fairy world, and these methods are also top powerhouses, right?

Shui Ling's gaze returned to Han Muye.

He said he was here to negotiate a deal, but he was intimidated by this kind of swordsmanship first.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know about this business, can we still talk about it?"

Is this business fair?

How to talk about a business that is under pressure with a sword?

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, the long sword was instantly sheathed, and the shattered void in front of him recovered, as if the sword had never been used.

This sword really didn't come out!

Until this moment, Shui Ling's eyes widened.

Even Jia Wu and Ancestor Bai Ze, who were on the side, turned their heads, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

From beginning to end, Han Muye didn't use his sword.

He just used his own strong sword intent to stimulate the space backlash of this world, and then broke the long river of time and swept away the space around the water spirit body.

What Shui Ling has experienced are all illusions in the long river of time.

If she really wanted to fight to the death, she would have been drowned in the long river of time just now, and she would never have a chance to return!

This is the terrible power that controls time and space!

You don't even know how and when the opponent will shoot.

"I want your clan to multiply in the world under my control, but not squeeze the living space of the creatures in it."

Han Muye looked at Shui Ling and spoke lightly.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Shui Ling's face, she gently shook off the Qinglian at the corner of her skirt, and reached out to touch the blue bead on top of her head.

"Fellow Daoist, you are not the first person to say this."

"You said, what price can you pay, or what price can you offer?"

The habits of the spirit armored monster determine that it is very suitable to be used as a sharpening stone.

There is no top powerhouse, and this family will not make other worlds truly jealous.

For countless years, the great powers of many worlds have come to lead the spirit armor monster clan.

Obviously, Shui Ling has experienced too much, and even Han Muye's means of controlling time and space cannot make him shrink back.

Business is business.

"Two paths, you choose."

"First, a fairy treasure."

Han Muye looked ahead and spoke softly.

Fairy treasure.

This handwriting is not too small.

Even if Shui Ling already has two fairy treasures in her hands, it doesn't mean she doesn't need them.

Han Muye directly offered the immortal treasure, which made her eyes light up.

It's just that she didn't open her mouth to agree, and her eyes were still fixed on Han Muye.

"The second way, we will go to a world, and we can take you with us."

go to a world.

Just a world?

Shui Ling's eyes swept over Han Muye, and then looked at Jia Wu.

"If it weren't for my research on the power of the soul, I'm afraid I would really only choose the first one."

A smile appeared on Shui Ling's face, and a hint of desire flashed.

"For a powerhouse like you, it is absolutely not desirable to step into the spiritual world with Shengxiantai and spend thousands of years in Hualing Pond."

"So, where you are going, it must be straight to the Immortal Realm."

At this moment, Shui Ling no longer had the sophistication and mystery that he had before, and his face was full of desire.

"take me."

...

Eighty million spirit-armored monsters of various cultivation levels were arranged to go to the world where Han Muye and the others lived.

After getting there, you need to follow the command and control of Shui Yueer and Bai Zeyu.

These 80,000,000 Spirit Armor Monster Races cannot truly kill in disorder, they can only exist as whetstones in the cultivation world.

Shui Ling personally took out a token containing the power of his bloodline and handed it to the old man who led the 80 million ethnic group, and the old man would hand it over to Shui Yue'er.

After that, Han Muye, Jia Wu, Patriarch Bai Ze, and Shui Yue'er wearing a set of cyan armor quietly left.

This side of the world is connected to many worlds by barriers, which can be passed through as long as they are broken.

The four of them traveled through more than 30 cosmic star fields and fought with many strong people. It was not until three years later that they stopped in an empty star field.

"The timeline here is the same as our Origin Star Domain timeline, and it is also far away from the corresponding Shengxiantai."

Han Muye looked at the surrounding void, and all around him, spiritual lights flashed and turned into stars.

Each of these stars is the heart of a star, the source of the power of a star world.

Only such a powerful force can set up a great formation that traverses the immortal world.

Thirty-six stars are the base, and pieces of top-quality spirit stones flashed.

Before this great formation was activated, Shui Ling on the side was already smacking his tongue.

What kind of wealth does this guy have?

"Om-"

On the Great Array, the spiritual lights staggered.

At this moment, a streamer began to flash over the entire array, and the space was torn apart.

A black, grey void appeared.

"Senior, after breaking this void, I will step into the fairyland with you, but I will not stay for long."

Turning to look at Jia Wu, Han Muye said loudly, "One year in the immortal world, the mortal world is a hundred years old."

"The Ascension Stage of my Origin Sky Star Region will open in three thousand years. For the Immortal Realm, it will only be thirty years."

"I will leave at Shengxiantai."

Han Muye put so much effort into cultivating strong people just to be able to use them one day.

Naturally, he would not go to the fairyland so quietly.

Besides, with Mu Wan and the others, he would not go to the Immortal Realm alone.

Just opening the teleportation array, why did he have to take a look at the fairyland.

"Hehe, you kid just worry too much."

"It's better to go to Xiantai." Jia Wu shook his head and said with a chuckle.

Shengxiantai Hualing Pond, in a thousand years, will be able to forget the mundane and mundane things. For a practitioner like Han Muye, it is a good thing.

"Let's go." Han Muye raised his hand, and the beam of light of the great formation instantly broke through the void.

He stepped out and disappeared into the void.

Jia Wu and Ancestor Bai Ze showed the same expressions on their faces, took a deep breath, and stepped out.

A halo flashed in Shui Ling's eyes: "Xianjie, I'm here..."

"boom--"

When Han Muye stepped into the solid space, a thunderstorm descended from above his head.

Countless thunder lights turned into chains and collided directly.

"The creatures from the lower world steal into the fairyland and are punished for mining in the bitter fairyland for thousands of years!"

With a loud shout, the blue fairy light intertwined with the lightning chain.

Han Muye moved in his heart and let that thunder light lock him.

Behind him, Jia Wu and Ancestor Bai Ze flew in two directions, and the spiritual light all over their bodies quickly transformed into a celestial aura.

"Kid Han, take care of yourself!" Jia Wu's voice came, and the person had disappeared.

This is the Immortal Realm, and he has no intention of helping Han Muye.

Besides, he didn't believe that Han Muye would be captured so easily.

The water spirit that just fell into it also flickered, and the fairy light shield disappeared.

"I ran three smugglers and caught one. This is a good mission."

"See if there is any oil or water."

A figure landed in front of Han Muye and grabbed towards the front of his clothes.

Only the big man in black armor stretched out his hand and murmured his hand back.

A golden stream of light shone on Han Muye's body, turning into a golden long sword.

"It turned out that it was the Lord of the Xuanling Sword Sect. I said earlier, my own."

"The villain will untie the adults."

Han Muye specially selected this place to sneak into the Immortal Realm, which was originally the territory of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

And he has the token of the Xuanling Sword Sect's Temple Master of the Heavenly Exploration Hall in his hand, and he also has inheritance. The sword light that protects his body is naturally recognized as a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

"Let's go, take me to see the guard senior brother." Unchaining the chains and tidying up his clothes, Han Muye opened his mouth with his hands behind his back, sword light flashing on his body.

The big man in black armor hurriedly bowed his body, raised his hand and drew out a long blue sword, then landed on the sword, leading him to fly away in front.

Han Muye stepped out one step, sword light entwined under his feet.

It was only then that he raised his head, took a deep breath, and looked at the world.

Here is the fairyland!