Chapter 584 Thunderbolt God, Kui Niu Supernatural Powers! (8k Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Zhoutian God Realm, this is the place that all practitioners yearn for.

Because this is the end of the world, the pinnacle of all power.

Being in a world full of flashing golden streamers, Han Muye could feel the traces of divinity flickering around him.

Practicing in such a world is indeed faster than the ordinary world and the fairy world, and the level of strength is more than a step stronger.

No wonder the three Jedi of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm had to gather the entire world to resist the attack of the Protoss.

For the Zhoutian God Realm, the Immortal Realm is not only a vassal existence, but also a hunting ground for sharpening strength.

Conversely, the Zhoutian God Realm will also give opportunities to the cultivators in the Immortal Realm, so that they can have the opportunity to enter the Zhoutian God Realm and get the chance.

For example, the summit meeting is such an opportunity.

Countless cultivators are fighting for the top spot in the summit.

The sword of primordial spirit transformed by the killing sword exploded and scattered into a dark cloud of dust.

This dust and mist is the power of the cave that was collected before, and it is also the foundation of Han Muye's cultivation in the cave.

Is practice in this world stronger than setting up a cave in the Da Luo Zhou Tian God Realm?

In the future, his killing sword will stay in Daluo Zhoutian God Realm, practice slowly, and gather the power of the cave.

Anyway, this killing sword can't appear in the fairy world, so it's better to stay in the god world.

The dust and mist surged, and countless thunderbolts landed.

A clear and clear world appeared.

"call out--"

In the void, a strange beast flew towards this newborn world with a greedy look on its face.

If it can enter the world and become the master of this world, then its power will be blessed a hundred times.

Of course, the premise is that this world is ownerless.

Unfortunately, this world has a master.

"Canglang—"

The sword light shone, and the body of the ten-foot-long alien beast was cut into two pieces, and the intense blood sprayed on it dyed the surrounding sky red with blood.

"That's fine, offering blood to pay homage to this world shows that this world is full of killing power."

Han Muye whispered, Slaying Sword Primordial God transformed into his figure.

Dongtian was also raised in the Yuanshen.

For others to practice, the cave needs to be lifted up to the nine heavens first, and cultivated to the power of the cave.

But Han Muye's practice is not step-by-step.

This cave is also the essence of the cave directly refined by an immortal.

As long as it is completely refined, his spiritual practice can go straight into the refining void, and he can carry this cave with him.

Putting away the cave, Han Muye looked around with a smile on his face.

"It's rare to come to the God Realm, so it's worth taking a look around."

His primordial spirit is placed in the cave, and can stay in the God Realm for a long time, but his soul cannot.

This time the soul returns, and it is unknown when he will be able to come to the God Realm again.

The figure was solid, and then he found a direction, and he flew away directly.

Compared with the fairy world, there seems to be no difference except that the void is filled with divine power.

Some of the stars are already dead, and some are still flashing with divine light.

Finding a star that does not seem to be very powerful, the body of the primordial spirit gently hides its tracks and lands on it.

The power of the star world did not have any resistance to him.

This is because the cave sky refined by his primordial spirit was originally a member of the God Realm.

He is no outsider to the power of heaven and earth in the God Realm.

The protoss in this star world were no different from what Han Muye had seen before, most of them were slightly different in clothing.

It's just that the cultivation base of the protoss is stronger than that of the mortal world and the fairy world. The protoss on this star, even if they are only children, can see that their physical bodies are stable and have at least the power to build a foundation.

In other words, the weakest of the protoss is the land.

Such a world powerhouse cannot guess how strong it is.

Looking at these protoss, Han Muye's respect for Tongtian Immortal Venerable grew even more in his heart.

Other strong people may only want to integrate into this kind of God Realm, but Tongtian Xianzun is willing to break the shackles of this God Realm, so that everyone has the opportunity to enter the God Realm.

"when--"

A copper bell sounded in the void.

"Hurry up, the altar is opened, and all clansmen over a hundred years old and under two hundred years old must receive the divine revelation."

An old protoss held a wooden staff in his hand and shouted.

Immediately, there were protoss rushing around.

These people are full of energy and blood, and their cultivation bases are basically around the heavenly realm.

The speed of the heaven above a hundred years old and under two hundred years old is neither fast nor slow.

After all, if you are a protoss, you are born with smooth cultivation.

Han Muye looked up at the huge altar in front of him.

Three layers of blue stones are piled up, and the gods' patterns are staggered on it.

These divine patterns were imprinted in his mind, and he analyzed them instantly.

"Extract divinity?"

"No, it's not exactly extraction, but also perfusion."

In front, a tall and strong protoss wearing a linen blouse stepped onto the altar, and the divine patterns lit up, wrapping him.

The light shining from the divine pattern is like armor.

He walked forward step by step, and the divine light on his body became brighter.

"Tug has been enlightened by God!" Someone below exclaimed enviously.

The divinity visible to the naked eye wandered in the body of the big man named Tuge.

His cultivation has also stepped into the realm of immortality.

This divine revelation is somewhat similar to the sanctification of the mortal world.

When the divine light on Tuge dissipated, there was a light golden star between his brows.

Below the altar, one after another of the protoss stepped up, and then they were wrapped around their bodies by the divine patterns.

"ah--"

With a roar, black flames burst out from a protoss wearing a green robe.

The flames burned, and his body began to collapse.

But in a moment, his whole body has disappeared, leaving only a faint phantom.

Dark Warcraft!

The Dark Warcraft is transformed by the Protoss!

Seeing this scene, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

"Roar--"

Another roar came, and the figure of a protoss continued to swell, turning into a height of ten feet, with thick muscles and bones, and a hideous head and face.

Kill the fairy.

"Hmph, don't come if you don't have enough soul power. It's better now, it's turned into a low-level slave beast." Beside Han Muye, a young man in his thirties sneered, looking at the roaring Immortal Killer.

It turns out that the Immortal Killer and the Dark Demonic Beast are not regarded as the same race in the Protoss, but slave beasts.

Two golden ropes stretched out, locked the two figures, and dragged them out of the altar.

Beside Han Muye, someone stepped forward quickly and boarded the altar.

Someone flinched away.

Listening to the conversation around him, Han Muye also understood that the centenary of the god race is considered an adult, and then they can participate in this divine revelation.

Divine revelation can double their strength, or reduce them to slave beasts.

The slave beasts will be sent to be dealt with, and those with doubled strength will have the qualifications to practice in the God Realm and reproduce.

Only through the revelation of the gods, is the real Protoss.

Han Muye looked at the criss-crossing divine lights, his expression changed.

Every altar is opened, and there are many protoss participating in the revelation.

It is the majority who become slave beasts.

No wonder there are countless dark monsters and immortal envoys outside the Immortal Burial City.

From this point of view, the protoss used these useless groups to consume them.

"What's the matter, are you scared?" Seeing that Han Muye hadn't moved, the young man in his thirties who was standing beside him turned his head back with a trace of disdain on his face.

Han Muye's expression didn't change, and he walked forward.

He was also interested in this revelation.

The young man sneered and stepped directly onto the altar.

One step on the altar, you will be surrounded by divine light.

Han Muye also set foot on it.

Under his feet, Taos of divine light turned into beams of light, enveloping him.

The divine light entered his body, and he could feel the power continuously gathering.

It's a pity that he is only the body of the primordial spirit now, and the gathered power is only hidden in the body, and it has no effect.

"Ah, I don't want to be a slave beast!" The thirty-year-old suddenly roared in pain, and flames began to rise from his body.

Han Muye's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to press the young man's shoulder.

A trace of divinity was introduced into his body by him.

The flames on the young man also began to dissipate.

"Many, thank you." The young man clasped his fists together with a grateful expression on his face.

Han Muye nodded, feeling the change in his body's power after gaining a bit of divinity.

This power, perhaps, can have another effect.

He walked forward quickly, the divine power surged, and then quietly spread out.

At the moment the divinity dissipated, a light curtain emerged above his head.

With the power of divinity, gather the power of the soul, and weave it into a list of gods!

This is the first time the list of gods has appeared in the God Realm.

When Han Muye was in the mortal world, he used the power of his soul to mobilize his wish and turn it into a list of gods.

In the fairy world, he was trained with the resentment in the wasteland, and then gathered on the list of gods.

But this time, in the God Realm, he condensed into a list of gods with his lost divinity.

The golden list of gods just appeared, and the excess divinity of those protoss who could not control their aura and were about to be burned by the black flames was absorbed at once.

Those protoss looked up at the list of gods with pale faces, and all bowed excitedly.

This trace of divine power was extracted from them, and at the same time gathered a trace of their spiritual power.

From then on, they had a slight feeling about the list of gods.

The list of gods dissipated after the entire divine revelation ended.

No one knows what this inexplicable treasure is.

Not even those outside the altar know it exists.

On the altar, only the protoss rescued by the list of gods can sense the list of gods.

In the future, they will go to other places, and when they encounter the divine revelation, they will be able to attract the list of gods to help those gods who cannot survive the divine revelation to get through the divine revelation safely.

"Fengshenbang, this is the fetish of my God Clan." The thirty-something young man whispered, with piety on his face.

Not only him, but the other protoss who passed the apocalypse because of the list of gods, all looked devout.

They believe that this list of gods is their chance, it is a god of the gods, and it comes to save every god.

They will also bring this list of gods to all parts of the God Realm.

At this time, Han Muye, who had already left the star world, had an extra scroll in his body.

He found a hidden place and dispersed the cave.

The cave sky turned into an illusory world, and then the killing sword hid in it, shaking slowly.

The golden list of gods fluttered in the sky, arousing the sparkle of divinity.

Here, in the future, will be Han Muye's cave.

The list of gods is here, and it may have an unexpected effect.

When the layout of the cave was completed, his spirit slowly dissipated.

In the Immortal Burial City, Han Muye in the large tent opened his eyes.

Outside the big tent, there are already Jianzong elites gathered.

Han Muye stood up, walked out of the big tent, and looked forward: "Brothers who didn't fight yesterday, come with me to guard the top of the city today."

A moment later, the sword light shone, the stream of light flashed, and the roaring sound exploded.

"It's the Sword Immortal of Xuanling Sword Sect!"

"They're going to the city again."

"Are you going to kill God today?"

Countless discussions sounded, and many people flew up unknowingly, and followed to the direction of the city.

In the past, the frontline city, which was not even dared to approach, has become a place where countless cultivators stop today.

When Han Muye and the others landed on the top of the city and protected a certain position, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators fell behind.

Outside the city, there were scattered dark monsters floating here and there, not many immortal envoys.

It is also a poor person, if the divine revelation has not been overcome, he can only become a slave beast.

Han Muye shook his head, and lost interest in making a move.

But those new Jianzong disciples were eager to try, formed a sword formation, flew out of the city, swept around and returned.

Behind them, those immortal cultivators watched them swagger back and forth like this, and couldn't bear it any longer, and flew out.

"It's been 23,800 years since I came to Bury the Immortal City, and I, Du Chenggong, have finally set foot outside the city!" An old man with white beard raised his head to the sky and roared, his whole body spurting with energy and blood.

There are many other immortal cultivators like him, all standing outside the city, full of fighting spirit, roaring arrogantly.

This is a kind of madness from the bottom of my heart, a rebound from being suppressed for countless thousands of years, and a resistance of countless years of humiliation in the fairy world.

It's a bud.

Seeing those immortal cultivators roaring below, Han Muye gently waved his hands and said, "Get ready to break the sky crossbow, and give them some of the evil-suppressing golden sword that you haven't used yesterday."

In the distance, the figure of the Protoss has already appeared.

Provocations like the Immortal Burial City will naturally make those protoss unable to wait any longer.

"Om—"

At the top of the city, a sky-breaking crossbow appeared, and the long crossbow arrows flashed coldly.

Several Sword Sect disciples flew down and handed over a ten-foot-long golden multi-blade saber to the flustered cultivators.

Those people took the saber in surprise, but after a while they mastered the method of manipulation.

"Woo--"

The sound of the horn resounded, and the cultivators below the city began to panic, but with those tyrannical golden knives and so many sky-breaking crossbows at the top of the city, they gradually stabilized their positions.

When a cloud-like dark monster rushed to the city, a multi-bladed golden knife was activated.

"call out--"

The golden knife rotated, and several golden knife lights scattered.

More and more sword lights scattered, and finally turned into a snare of swords covering thousands of feet.

It would be fine if it was just one golden saber, but the key point is that there are ten golden sabers under the city, tightly protecting the ten thousand zhang square.

The bodies of those dark monsters were shattered by the light of the knife, and their divinity permeated.

"Om—"

The crossbow arrows on the top of the city also began to fire.

Not a volley, but one shot at a time.

The army formation in front can block the crossbow arrows, but they dare not come any closer.

After three hours, the god clan's army retreated, the crossbow arrows on the top of the city also stopped attacking, and the golden sword light scattered below.

"Victory!"

"Victory—"

Countless cheers, with hoarseness, madness, and crying.

This is the first time in countless years and after countless defeats, an army formation has confronted the city, and it is the first time that they have fought head-on with the God Race army without losing!

Unlike yesterday when Han Muye led the army to sweep across, today it was the Immortal Burial City's own immortal cultivators who withstood the attack of the Protoss.

The myth of the invincibility of the Protoss army is shattered!

After today, the Protoss is not invincible!

The cheering cultivators began to clean up the battlefield, picking up scattered divinities, and recovering all kinds of recyclable materials.

Even the remains of the shot crossbow arrows were brought back by those cultivators.

Immortal cultivators walked to the top of the city, put down the shattered golden knife, and put the gathered divinity on the ground.

There are about 2,000 scattered pieces of divinity, and some other materials.

The value of these divinities is not low, but they are not as expensive as today's crossbow arrows and golden knives.

"We'll take half, and you take the rest." Han Muye looked at the pile of divinities, and said loudly.

Bai Tu and others stepped forward, took half of their divinity, and then everyone put away their bows and crossbows, and walked away with their swords.

On the top of the city, everyone looked at each other, took back the divinity that Han Muye and the others had not taken away, and then exchanged it for meritorious service in the city.

"Brother, this is a bit of a loss..." When Zhao Chen returned to the camp, he made some calculations and muttered in a low voice.

Naturally, it was a loss, probably nearly 500 million fairy stones.

"Why, I can't afford it?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, and there was a smile on his face: "I can afford it, such a small loss, even three or two years is fine."

Speaking of this, his eyes lit up.

Su Jian, who was standing at the back, smiled and said, "If Buried Immortal City can achieve such a small victory in three or two years, then the accumulated fighting spirit will be so strong that the Protoss on the opposite side will probably panic."

As the saying goes, unity makes strength.

The Immortal Burial City had been suppressed by the Protoss before. After so many years, everyone got used to it and felt that they would die if they left the city.

As long as you go to the top of the city, you are ready to die.

Three days after Han Muye's arrival, three battles were fought, with big victories and small victories, boosting the morale of the city.

If everyone dared to fight, the combat power of Buried Immortal City might be multiplied many times.

And with enough divinity exchange, everyone has the resources to improve their cultivation, and the great formation of the Immortal Burial City, God Slayer and Battle Puppet can all have stronger power.

"See if the Protoss can hold on like this." Han Muye turned his head to look in the direction of the city, and whispered softly.

Every day after that, he, Su Jian and others led half of the Jianzong elites to garrison at the top of the city.

Every time they flew away with the sword, they all attracted cheers.

Countless figures flickered and followed them to the top of the city.

They have also become accustomed to directly distributing war equipment, defending the top of the city, and then some people go out of the city to form an formation.

When the protoss came to attack, all kinds of war tools were launched to defend the position.

The Protoss is not without strong people coming.

It's just that whenever there is a strong Xianjun coming, there will also be Xianjun in the city.

This is not a tragic battle. The Immortal Realm lost its battle equipment, and the Protoss only lost some insignificant dark monsters and immortal envoys.

After ten days, Han Muye and the others went into battle and garrisoned a section of the city.

If it had been in the past, the city would have breathed a sigh of relief, and the immortal cultivators who had been rotated would thank God to come back alive.

But now, no one wants to leave.

Look at the scenery at the top of the city every day, pick up some divinity from time to time, or sometimes go out of the city for a walk. Isn't that bad?

As a result, a scene that had not been seen in the City of Burying Immortals for thousands of years appeared.

There are dozens of times more people stationed on the top of the city every day, and there are many people.

Even those black-armored war puppets have to give up some positions.

In the first month Han Muye and the others were stationed in the Immortal Burial City, the army went out of the city for twenty-five days, killing an unknown number of dark monsters and immortal envoys.

Even the protoss, there are also some hunting.

...

Xuanling Sword Sect, Trading Hall.

Also crowded.

Two old men in golden robes stood in front, and behind them were representatives of various sects.

"Everyone, the treasures for Sword Immortal Yunlan and the others have been prepared." An old man in a golden robe with a long sword on his back looked around with a smile on his face.

"It's just that the time is running short," he said with a trace of regret on his face, "The things we took out are far less than what Sword Fairy Yunlan and the others sent back."

This made everyone around nod their heads.

The value of those divine and divine treasures sent back to the fairy world has been multiplied several times, but it is still a good thing that can really improve the cultivation base and combat power.

There can never be too many of these treasures.

Compared with the various treasures that Han Muye and the others have sent back one after another recently, the preparations of all parties in the fairy world are indeed less.

"But don't worry, we are already speeding up the process."

"According to Zhao Shaodong's request, refine those powerful war tools."

Another old man in a brocade robe raised his hand and took out a scroll with divine light, a trace of madness flashed across his face.

"This is the reward scroll sent by Immortal Burial City!"

"The five celestial monarchs of Burying Immortal City jointly expressed their affirmation of our efforts to help Yunlan Sword Immortal and them."

Joint name of five immortals!

What an honor!

All around, the representatives of the surrounding sects all whispered.

"Okay, this time we will send the treasure over, hoping to help Yunlan Sword Immortal and the others to make great achievements."

The old man in brocade robe raised his hand and lined up on the light array.

Immortal light shines, and a beam of light rises.

At this time, Zhao Chen, Han Muye and the others were also waiting in the main hall of the Immortal Burial City opposite the beam of light.

"We have lost nearly 10 billion fairy stones in the past month or so."

"The fairy stone doesn't matter, the key is the wear and tear of the battle equipment."

Zhao Chen wrenched his fingers, then looked up at the light array that lit up ahead: "If those big sects don't give enough benefits, we will tear up the agreement."

"No one would have thought that, big brother, you brought in reinforcements to keep the City of Immortal Burial so safe."

Who would have thought that now that Immortal Burial City was in a state of fighting spirit, it would dare to confront the God Clan army.

In this way, more and more divinity is gathered.

The big formation is also getting stronger and stronger, and even the power of the war puppets has quietly increased to a higher level.

At the beginning, in order to improve the level of the war puppet, a group of strong men planned to go to the bitter fairyland to find the blood god pill.

"Om—"

The light array flickered, and several storage bags appeared.

Han Muye reached out to catch it, while Zhao Chen held a jade slip in his hand.

"Nine Thunderbolts, so few?"

"Thirty Wanhua Tianleizhu, I'm ashamed to take out this little thing."

"Hey, one piece of Thunderbolt, damn it, one piece costs tens of billions of fairy stones, is this a robbery? Take my elder brother as a fool?"

Looking at the treasures with many names but few quantities on the jade slips in his hand, Zhao Chen was already angry.

"No, I want to send a piece of jade slip to scold people."

He stretched out his hand towards the light array.

At this moment, a celestial light flashed, and Immortal Ziyu wearing a light blue robe landed in front of Han Muye.

"Is there Thunderbolt?"

Han Muye nodded.

"Give me one." Immortal Ziyu said.

Han Muye raised his hand, took out a large golden palm box, and handed it over carefully.

Immortal Ziyu reached out to take it, moved his body, and disappeared.

Then, several other guardian immortals appeared.

By the time Zhao Chen realized it, Han Muye had already sent out five gold boxes.

"This, big brother, this, the autumn wind is not so strong, is it?"

"Five, 50 billion—"

Zhao Chen's voice was already hoarse.

This hard-earned fairy stone is gone!

"The thunder of the sky is one of the treasures of Tianyaomen's Zhenzong. It is extremely difficult to refine. Each one can smash the world. It is a treasure that can make the immortals be careful, and the immortals may perish."

Han Muye chuckled, and put away several storage bags.

With such treasures in hand, three or two immortals can walk swaggeringly in front of them.

Which immortal monarch dares to make a move at the expense of his life?

Be careful, Xianjun, will Xianjun die?

Zhao Chen muttered a few times, rubbed his hands together, and looked at Han Muye: "Brother, can you lend me one of these..."

In front of him, Han Muye had already moved and disappeared in the same place.

"You can't grasp this thing."

When Han Muye's voice came, Zhao Chen froze.

...

Han Muye, who returned to the big tent, walked cross-legged, a golden light flickered outside the big tent, and a golden box was floating in his hand.

Thunderbolt.

This object is considered to be one of the strongest one-time treasures in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm.

Opening the gold box, one can see a dark ball of light locked by a series of runes.

Thunder means.

Stretching out his hand to lightly press the ball of light, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him, the phantom of Kui Niu emerged.

At the moment when the phantom of Kui Niu appeared, the originally silent Thunderbolt suddenly vibrated, exuding a palpitating power from it.

This is a thunder ball that can shatter the world. If it explodes at this time, I am afraid that less than half of the city of burying immortals will be destroyed.

But Han Muye really stretched out his hand.

His finger was on the rune on the thunder ball.

The rune shattered, and the thunder turned into a torrent, crashing into Kui Niu's body.

As long as it is the power of thunder, Kui Niu, the ancient divine beast that controls thunder, can absorb it.

It's just that the power contained in this Thunderbolt is too huge, so big that Han Muye's Kui Niu phantom can absorb less than one part of a hundred thousand.

"No wonder this divine thunder can hurt the immortal."

Feeling the surging power in the divine thunder, Han Muye whispered softly.

The explosion of such a magnificent power can really smash a world in an instant.

"How did Tianyaomen refine such a powerful treasure?"

Looking at the thunder light that was being continuously swallowed by Kui Niu, Han Muye showed a strange look on his face.

This kind of treasure is not easily refined even by the great power of the Immortal Venerable.

The Tianyao Sect is no stronger than the Immortal Sovereign, so what can be used to refine this divine thunder?

If the secret of this treasure can be solved, wouldn't there be a chance for mass production?

His eyes fell on the shattered rune of Fengzhen Shenlei, Han Muye stretched out his hand and grasped it.

"boom--"

The thunder light and fairy light exploded, and the flashing thunder and golden streamer shattered.

The streamer caused by this thunder completely enveloped Han Muye.

With his eyes closed, images kept flashing in his mind.

A vast and boundless sky and earth, the stars are at the same level as the earth, and there are ten thousand zhang bodies flashing through.

Those are all beasts!

It is a super mythical beast that only survived in the ancient prehistoric era, and many of them have become extinct, leaving only the bloodline!

Prehistoric!

This is the prehistoric world!

In other words, this is a fragment of the prehistoric world.

This divine thunder came from the prehistoric world.

In the hands of Tianyaomen, there is a fragment of the prehistoric world.

Holding the shattered rune tightly, Han Muye suppressed the shock in his heart.

The prehistoric beast Kui Niu!

This divine thunder actually came from a Kui ox that survived from the prehistoric era!

The body of this divine beast that survived in the era of the battle for the front of the world has been damaged, and its soul is dormant.

But its body strength is huge, especially the thunder power it guides, which can turn into divine thunder.

Tianyaomen draws strength from this divine beast to stabilize their own sect.

This Thunderbolt is the supernatural power of the ancient divine beast Kui Niu!

"Om—"

With this kind of enlightenment, the divine thunder shrouded in the phantom of Kui Niu began to quickly shatter and turn into thunder.

"Supernatural power, Myriad Transformation Heavenly Thunder!"

Comprehend supernatural powers!

The power of the bloodline supernatural power returned to its ancestors, and the body of Kui Niu behind Han Muye began to vibrate, and then expanded rapidly.

Strong muscles and bones, like a body made of gold and copper, with two horns soaring to the sky, and golden light flashing in the eyes.

This appearance is no different from the divine beast Kui Niu in the prehistoric world.

Huge lightning power circulated in Han Muye's body like a torrent.

His bloodline strength also began to increase after Kui Niu returned to his ancestors.

The blood of Ba Xia, who was silent in the deepest part of his body, also showed the appearance of returning to his ancestors.

Opening his eyes, Han Muye showed surprise on his face.

A divine thunder brought his Kui Niu blood back to his ancestors, boosting the power of his blood, and his own combat power multiplied countless times.

"Tianyaomen, Kui Niu, it seems that if there is a chance, I will go there."

If he could wake up the dormant divine beast, he would be a strong man who could defeat the Immortal Venerable.

Even if you can't wake it up, even if you get close to it in person and feel the prosperity of the prehistoric power, it must be a great opportunity.

It took Han Muye more than a month to digest a divine thunder.

After the whole divine thunder was refined, his Kui Niu phantom slowly fell asleep.

It may take ten thousand years to completely refine the divine thunder and control this supernatural power.

"Om—"

Raising his hand, a light golden thunder ball spun in Han Muye's palm.

Supernatural powers, Myriad Transformation Divine Thunder.

Although this divine thunder is tens of thousands of times weaker than the thundering divine thunder, it belongs to Han Muye's own supernatural power.

With this supernatural power, countless divine thunders can be refined in batches.

One might not be powerful, but ten or a hundred, the lethality should not be underestimated.

If it is thousands, ten thousand?

There was light in both eyes, and divinity spars emerged around Han Muye's body.

These divine crystals have the same level of power as the prehistoric, and are the main source of making divine thunder.

His whole body was shimmering with golden light, absorbing those divinities, and then turning them into golden thunders.

Three days later, Han Muye, who was wearing a faint thunder, walked out of the big tent.

Even if his Kui Niu blood phantom is asleep, he still has the power of thunder and lightning radiating from him.

Supernatural powers remain undiminished.

"Brother, you can figure it out."

Zhao Chen walked forward with a bitter face, lowered his body and said, "We lost another 20 billion."

During this month, Han Muye could not stay out of seclusion, and the other sword cultivators went out to fight as usual, confronting the gods at the top of the city.

The daily wear and tear really pained Zhao Chen.

In this way, he also understood why the immortal cultivators in the Immortal Burial City are so poor, and the Immortal Burial City obviously controls so many resources, but they dare not use them freely.

Can't afford it.

Zhao Chen counted his losses with his fingers, while Han Muye looked up at the sky in the distance.

"I'm going to talk to Senior Spirit Sword."

He waved his hand, moved his body, and disappeared in place.

Zhao Chen opened his mouth, but his fingers have not been retracted.

"Yeah, they're all hands-off shopkeepers," he shook his head and muttered, "I'm the only one worrying about it."

"Hey, seeing you lose the fairy spirit stone, I feel bad..."

...

Flying to the top of a broken hall, Han Muye took out a wine gourd.

A golden light flashed, and the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal wearing a gray robe flew towards him.

"Wine is good wine."

After taking the gourd from Han Muye's hand and taking a long sip, Lingjian Jinxian turned to look at Han Muye.

"I'm afraid this wine can't be drunk for nothing, right?"

Han Muye nodded, looked at him, and said softly, "Senior, are you interested in making a big one?"

Lingjian Jinxian licked the wine on his lips, stretched out his hand to stroke his unkempt beard, and looked at Han Muye: "How old is it?"

"It's huge." On Han Muye's palm, there was a faint golden thunder flashing.