Chapter 661 An Old Man in the Prehistoric Times, Kui Niu

The physical strength of the dragon crocodile is at the level of the prehistoric overlord.

Even if there is only one-third of the physical body left to suppress here, it is an existence that the immortals dare not face directly.

Who would have thought that Han Muye, who has not even cultivated to an immortal, would dare to directly devour the body of a refining dragon and crocodile.

The Killing Sword flew up, and the sword light on it enveloped Han Muye's body.

For so many years, the killing sword has been here, and the evil spirit in it has been integrated with the body of the dragon crocodile.

No one could have imagined that Han Muye didn't slowly refine the body of the dragon and crocodile with the killing sword, and spent countless years killing the union, but he had long since had the heart to directly refine and devour it.

It's not that Han Muye's ambition is too big, but he knows that the spirit of Dragon Crocodile, Tongtian Immortal Venerable can't be so kind.

In fact, Tongtian Immortal Venerable knew that no one in the world could refine the body of the dragon crocodile, so he deliberately left it here.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable wanted Han Muye to use all his strength to help him warm and nourish this body.

If Han Muye didn't refine the body of the crocodile, he would still make wedding clothes for others in the end.

"boom--"

Behind Han Muye, a column of blood-red light soared into the sky.

This surge of power made his body seem to be torn apart.

But he just gritted his teeth and charged all his blood power towards the body of the dragon crocodile that seemed to be slowly waking up.

Looking up at the dark, blood-colored sky, he raised his hand.

Han Muye didn't know this big formation with blood crocodile bodies in the town.

But Zhang Lingyu, who came out of the galaxy universe, knew it.

Not only did she know each other, but Zhang Lingyu had also conducted special research on these large formations that sealed off towns.

These studies are now in the hands of Han Muye.

"Feng, Heaven, Jue, Earth—"

Word by word, Han Muye let out a raving that was like a roar.

As his words fell, the blood shone in the void.

The entire big formation of Dripping Blood Cliff turned into a blood-colored battle armor, which was put on Han Muye's body.

Use the array as your armor!

With the blood armor on his body, the power of the tumbling dragon crocodile was restrained.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a torrent of blood flowed into his body.

These blood vein beads will become the source of the blood armor.

With the millions of bloodline beads in his hands, it is enough.

The big formation on Dripping Blood Cliff disappeared, and the immortal cultivators sitting on Dripping Blood Cliff stood up blankly one by one.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"

Murong Zhuo and the others looked at Han Muye and bowed quickly.

"You are free."

Han Muye, who was wearing blood armor, appeared in the sky above Blood Dropping Cliff, glanced over, and spoke softly.

become free……

The immortal cultivators who had been stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff for an unknown number of years were at a loss for a moment.

Han Muye didn't stay on Dripping Blood Cliff for long, after meeting several immortals, he flew away.

He is now refining the power of the dragon and crocodile, fusing his own three swords of the primordial spirit, and still needs the last ounce of help.

Tianyao Gate.

As a sect with the inheritance of the demon clan in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm, Tianyao Sect has its own heritage.

In the secret place of Tianyaomen, there is an ancestor of Kui Niu who has been resident since the prehistoric era.

It's just that this soul seems to have died, leaving only the body.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, I couldn't open the secret place of Tianyao Sect last time I came here, this time you have other means?" The one who greeted Han Muye was the master of Tianyao Sect, Fuxue Xianjun.

Immortal Fuxue in a white robe looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

The last time Han Muye came to the secret place of Tianyaomen, he finally left because he couldn't break through the barrier of the secret place.

Although Xianjun Fuxue promised to let Han Muye enter the secret place once, but Han Muye could not enter by himself, that was his own business.

"I found a treasure by luck, let's try it." Han Muye nodded and said.

He naturally knew that Tianyao Sect was very reluctant to let him enter the secret place.

However, this was an agreement made a long time ago. Han Muye resisted the army of the God Realm, and Tianyao Sect let him enter the secret realm once.

Immortal Fuxue squeezed out a smile on his face, and led him to the front of the secret teleportation.

"Om—"

A celestial light flickered, and in front of Han Muye was an illusory world.

"Fragment of the Great Desolation!" The golden bird whispered in his ears.

Of course Han Muye knew that it was a fragment of the Great Desolation.

He stretched out his hand, and a golden fairy light flickered in his palm, wrapping the long jade-colored ruler.

Measure the ruler.

Raising his hand, the long ruler fell directly towards the illusory world in front of him.

"Boom!"

The cyan halo penetrated the barrier in front of him, and gently tore a piece of paper.

This is the power of rules.

A measuring ruler with the power of rules, the owner has the power to break open the space of heaven and earth.

"boom--"

An air of confusion rushed over.

Immortal Fu Xue who was standing behind the teleportation array had a complex expression, watching Han Muye step into the secret realm, the light curtain closed again.

"He is the person favored by heaven and earth..."

Xianjun Biexue smiled wryly and shook his head.

No way, some people can always do things that others can't.

This secret place, Tianyao Sect, they all entered once, and it would take hundreds of thousands of years before they could enter again.

Stepping into the secret realm, Han Muye's eyes fell on the long-horned green bull that looked like a mountain in front of him.

The blue cow lies down like a thousand li mountain.

"Kui Niu..." The golden bird spread its wings, and a golden light flashed in its eyes.

"Hehe, an old man from the past is finally here." A chuckle came, and a white-bearded Taoist in a green robe with wooden branches in his hair appeared in front of Han Muye.

"It turned out to be Haotian." The old man bowed slightly to the golden bird.

"The Kui Niu clan, it's really rare to see you now." The golden bird nodded, its wings fluttering.

There was a flash of emotion on the old man's face, and he turned to look at Han Muye.

Behind Han Muye, the phantom of Kui Niu emerged.

Looking at this phantom, the old man's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia.

"The Kui Niu clan, I thought there would be no more inheritance..."

...

The old man's name is Kui Chi, and he is a Kui ox that survived in ancient times.

He fell asleep with the help of this piece of prehistoric fragments after his spirit almost disappeared after a battle with a strong man outside the realm.

What appeared in front of Han Muye and Jin Wu now was nothing but the remnant soul that he had condensed in the past countless years.

It was impossible for his body to wake up again.

"Have you ever been to the Great Wilderness?"

"Kun Wu?"

"Honghuang is really gone..."

Although there are narrations from Tianyaomen that Kui Chi probably knows about this world, but the people from Tianyaomen don't know the Great Wilderness or Kunwu at all.

Han Muye has been to the Great Wilderness and is in charge of Kunwu.

Haotian Jinwu chose to follow.

Practicing Yuanling and True Spirit in the Great Wilderness, although Kunwu is the final destination of the world's gods and beasts, it is also a place of conquest.

What Han Muye said made Kui Chi face infinite emotion.

He has been sleeping since the prehistoric period, knowing nothing about the world after the prehistoric period.

Ruins world.

Great wilderness.

Kun Wu.

There was a hint of longing in his eyes.

That, too, was his home.

"Actually, there is still a great wasteland in Zhoutian God Realm."

"Or, it's the fragments of the wilderness."

Kui Chi looked at Jinniao and Han Muye with a serious expression on his face.

And prehistoric?

Both Han Muye and Jinniao showed curiosity.

"Zhoutian Prison, or Zhoutian Battlefield."

"There, there are countless fragments of the wild."

"The power there is close to the most primitive, and it is the place where all the strong survive."

Kui Chi looked around and said softly: "As you have seen, the prehistoric world is beyond measure."

The fragments of the prehistoric era survived the eons without being destroyed.

This is also the reason why Kui Chi can survive until now in a sleeping body.

Otherwise, he should have been destroyed in countless kalpas.

"So, in the Zhoutian battlefield, there are countless ancient strong men?"

Han Muye frowned.

Is there really such a place where these strong men can escape the calamity?

Then, God Realm, why do you want to promote Quantity Calamity?

"Measurable calamity is the disorder of the endless power in the world, and the world has to be restarted."

"If there is such a place as the Zhoutian Battlefield, it is indeed possible for those strong people to escape."

"However, I'm afraid they are more than just avoiding calamity."

There was a trace of indifference and disdain in the golden bird's voice.

Not only to avoid the calamity, but also to stimulate the calamity.

"Using the power of the fallen creatures of all worlds as the food for self-cultivation."

"It's really a humble dog of all things..."

Kui Chi sighed softly.

Dog of all things!

Han Muye whispered softly.

In the practice of the world, all creatures should have their own attachments.

Even if the path of cultivation is cut off, you should do your best to seek that glimmer of life.

However, if everything is actually doomed long ago, and everything you have worked hard for is actually set by others and will eventually come to naught, then what is the point of practicing?

"Those immortal masters, are you willing?"

Are you willing?

Cultivate to the realm of Immortal Venerable and become the pinnacle existence in the world, but in the end everything will become the merits of others.

Who is willing?

"Hehe, that's why it's called Zhoutian Battlefield."

"If it weren't for countless immortals to die, how could it be called Zhoutian Battlefield?"

Kui Chi laughed.

This kind of secret, if Kui Chi hadn't mentioned it, of course Han Muye would not have known about it.

Originally, I thought that controlling Kunwu and opening the calamity meant that I would bear endless responsibilities and lead countless creatures to run for their lives in the calamity.

It turned out that in the eyes of those powerful people on the Zhoutian battlefield, I was just a clown who promoted the calamity and harvested merit for them.

At the beginning, Wu Zhiqi said that he wanted to break the world, and he left with determination, so he wanted to go to the Zhoutian battlefield, right?

With Wuzhiqi's practice not yet restored to its full glory, the only outcome of entering the Zhoutian battlefield is violent death.

After all, some people look down on life and death, and only want freedom, not to be enslaved.

There was a gleam of light in Han Muye's eyes.

"Little guy, just take my body."

"You can also refine this prehistoric land."

Kui Chi looked at Han Muye, and said softly, "As long as you step into the wilderness, take me with you."

At the beginning, someone said the same thing to me.

Spreading his palms, a light blue ram's horn emerged from Han Muye's hand.

"Om—"

A figure in a green robe appeared from among the horns.

"Sheep?"

Kui Chi was slightly taken aback.

"The guy who wants money." The golden bird also whispered.

"Haha, so it's Kui Niu and Jinwu." The green-robed old man bowed.

This is the horn that Han Muye got when he captured Wuyang Pavilion in Xianyuan World.

Residing in it is the ancient mythical beast, the sheep.

The biggest feature of the sheep is that it can gather wealth and is extremely sensitive to gold and iron in the world.

"Here, is the Great Desolation?"

The sheep looked around, with a hint of disappointment on his face.

"It's just fragments of the Great Desolation."

Unlike the Golden Crow and Kui Niu who still have their bodies left, the Liao Yang only has this remnant soul left.

He didn't stay long, but simply told what happened to him.

He was refined in Wuyang Cauldron several times before.

Gathering wealth with Wuyang Ding, this is the idea of ​​refining people.

"Be careful of people in the God Realm."

"Behind them, there are many unimaginable powerhouses."

Leo Yang, who had fallen asleep again, looked at Han Muye, said these words, and then disappeared.

Behind the God Realm, there are strong men who have surpassed the Immortal Venerable Realm.

Therefore, one must be careful when connecting to the Heavenly Immortal Venerable.

Although those divine beasts in the wilderness didn't know who was hiding behind them, they also sensed it, so they didn't dare to leave the Ruins Realm.

Similarly, those ruins are the obsessions of many strong people.

They eventually fell in the calamity, but they were not reconciled.

What if it could trigger the reappearance of these market realms and fight against the powerful in the Zhoutian battlefield?

This was just Han Muye's thinking.

With Kui Chi's support, Han Muye began to refine this prehistoric land and Kui Niu's body.

The prehistoric battle armor emerged, and the golden light on it wrapped the prehistoric ruins and the body of Kui Niu.

Finally, when the body of Tiandi and Kui Niu disappeared, a phantom of Kui Niu appeared on the battle armor.

At this time, the Primordial Battle Armor was not only fully restored, but also more powerful.

According to what Jinniao said, this kind of battle armor, even in the hands of those strong men who attacked the prehistoric era, is still of a high level.

They captured those divine beasts, many of which were refined into battle armor and war puppets.

"boom--"

The battle armor covered the body, and the black armor covered Han Muye's whole body.

On the back, the sword box was fastened to the battle armor, leaving only a hole for the sword to come out.

A stream of blood flowed on the armor.

This is the great power of Dripping Blood Cliff, possessing endless binding power.

Because at this moment in Han Muye's body, there is still the power of the dragon crocodile surging.

A series of dark thunderbolts intersected in Han Muye's body, smashing the physical strength of the dragon crocodile, and then turning it into Han Muye's own strength.

Unconsciously, the power of the dragon crocodile has been fused with the power of Han Muye under the restraint of the Kui Niu battle armor.

This is billions of times faster than slowly refining.

At this moment, Han Muye's physical strength was finally stabilized.

It has surpassed most of the beasts in the prehistoric world!

With the power of his body alone, Han Muye can fight against the Immortal Venerable alone!

"Om—"

With the disappearance of this piece of heaven and earth, the teleportation array also dissipated.

The figure of Han Muye appeared in front of Immortal Fu Xue.

Immortal Biexue looked at the illusory world that was slowly disappearing, with disappointment flashing across his face.

"Senior Kui Chi asked me to give this to you."

Han Muye raised his hand, and in his palm was a golden light of thunder.

This is the supernatural power of Kui Niu.

Different from the condensed sky thunder beads that Kui Chi gave to Tianyaomen before, these can be refined into their own supernatural powers.

With this light of thunder, Tianyao Sect can produce at least ten immortal cultivators who can control the thunder.

This can be regarded as Kui Niu's feedback to Tianyao Sect for countless years.

Immortal cultivators from Tianyao Sect have assimilated a little bit of their own blood because they were contaminated with the power of Kui Niu, so they can be regarded as members of Kui Chi's tribe.

After leaving Tianyao Gate, Han Muye did not return to the Immortal City.

The once-in-three-hundred-year elite meeting in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm has begun.

This elite meeting will select a hundred elites from the Rain-Flooding Immortal Realm to participate in the summit meeting.

The Ten Thousand Worlds Summit is a procedure used by the God Realm to select the strong to step into the Zhoutian God Realm, and at the same time send out opportunities for immortals.

The Zhoutian God Realm controls the rules of the Myriad Realms, and if he wants to have the opportunity to step into the Immortal Venerable, he must be recognized by the God Realm.

Shenyuan Tiangong is known as the source of immortals in all worlds, and the fairy king needs to accept the rules and practice in Shenyuan Tiangong before he can step into the realm of Tianzun.

This is the limitation of the rules in this calamity, and no one can be an exception.

Unless he does not become an immortal in this calamity.

———————

Tonghe fairyland.

This side of the Immortal Realm had already fallen under the siege of the God Realm army.

Later, it was the Immortal Burial City that gathered forces from all parties, beheaded the powerful in the God Realm, and shattered the altars and formations of the God Clan.

But this side of the world is now broken, and it will be difficult to become a real fairy world.

Many years ago, this place became a paradise for the younger generations of the Rain-covered Immortal Realm to exercise.

There are many treasures left over from Tonghe Immortal Realm, and many protoss came to attack and kill them.

In this piece of ruins, you may soar to the sky, or you may fall without a name.

The selection of elites in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm was held in Tonghe Immortal Realm.

Several immortal kings and strongmen sit in the town, and all the powerful descendants of the major sects who have practiced for less than 100,000 years are here to fight.

In the past three years, dozens of strong juniors have come to the fore.

Jianzong's Shu Ming Sword Immortal did his part and became the number one sword repairer.

Luo Zhentian, the half-step immortal monarch of Blood Battle Sect.

Daoist Hongmu, a rising star in the Taoist sect, is not far from the realm of immortals.

There are also Tianyao Sect and Iron Armored Sect, both of which have strong juniors who have become outstanding.

"In the end, the city of burying immortals still has a bad background."

A few powerful immortal monarchs who suppressed all parties looked at the elite disciples fighting around and said softly.

Several others nodded.

No one from Buried Immortal City participated in the elite conference this time.

Sword Immortal Yunlan has signed up, but this one hasn't arrived yet.

Nobody cares either.

"boom--"

The sound of roaring and cracking resounded in front of them, and several disciples were finally swept away by a tall and strong man holding a blood-colored battle gun.

"Blood Battle Sect, Chu Kuangyu has become the ninety-ninth elite disciple."

"This elite selection is over."

The voice in the void resounded.

it's over?

Didn't you say one hundred people?

What about the last spot?

Many strong players who had been retaining their strength and waiting to compete for the last spot were stunned.

The ninety-nine selected elites looked at each other, and then all eyes fell on Shu Ming Jinxian.

At this time, Shu Ming Jinxian looked indifferent, raised his head with a smile and said: "That quota is reserved for Yunlan Sword Immortal."

Yunlan Sword Immortal!

Among the Rain-Flooding Immortal Realm, if one were to speak of a legend, this one was the most well-deserved one.

Hundreds of years hastily passed, from an unknown disciple of the Sword Sect to an existence rampant throughout the Rain-Flooding Immortal Realm.

In just over a hundred years, he has completed a practice that others could not accomplish in a hundred thousand years.

If it's just an improvement in cultivation base, it's nothing more than overwhelming combat power. The most important thing is the power and wealth in this person's hands.

That is really jealous!

Who would have dared to imagine that the city of Burying Immortals, which suppressed one side, and the city of Yunlan, which is rich in the world, are all in the hands of this person?

Yunlan City, where hundreds of millions of immortal cultivators gathered in the wasteland, was built step by step by Yunlan Sword Immortal alone.

The elites here watched the city grow from nothing, slowly rise in the wasteland, and rise in the rain-covered fairyland.

Who would have thought that Yunlan City would become the most affluent city in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm?

I don't know how many people regret it.

If I was the one who stepped into the wasteland back then, I am afraid that I am the richest person in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm now, right?

Whether it was the ninety-nine elites who stood out or the tens of thousands of junior powerhouses who failed in the competition, everyone had the opportunity to build a city in the wasteland.

It is hard for any of them to imagine that a nameless junior like Han Muye became the owner of the largest city in the wasteland.

"boom--"

In the void, there was a roar.

A stream of light that tore through the heavens and the earth flew from a distance.

The stream of light filled the sky, the sky and the earth shook, as if it was overwhelmed.

The five guardian immortals stood up with solemn expressions.

This kind of power, at least Xianjun!

This is a powerful fairy, stronger than any of them!

"The elite meeting of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, those who enter the Rain-covering Immortal Realm will be regarded as a challenge to our Rain-covering Immortal Realm!" The white-haired Taoist in the lead shouted, and the fairy light on his body turned into a golden beam of light.

The other four immortal monarchs also formed a line of immortal light on their bodies.

Shu Ming Sword Immortal looked dignified, and took a step forward.

On him, the fairy light that belonged to the realm of the fairy king shone.

Xianjun!

The other three elite disciples also moved, showing the cultivation base of the Immortal Monarch Realm on their bodies.

Four immortals!

Among the elite disciples, there were actually four immortals.

In this elite meeting, there are actually four immortals. Is this going to hit the peak of the meeting?

The elite juniors around were in an uproar.

"boom--"

The streamer above the sky paused slightly, and then the speed suddenly accelerated.

This high speed attracted the power of heaven and earth, and the wind roared into thunder.

"Get out of the way!"

The old man who presided over the elite meeting let out a low shout, and raised a jade handle in his hand, and the fairy light condensed into a palm supporting the sky.

The other people's bodies also gathered fairy light, and they rushed towards the roaring streamer.

"Boom—"

The sky-supporting palm was shot, and it was smashed into pieces.

The streamer didn't stop at all, and rushed straight to avoid all the attacks of fairy light, and fell straight down.

The faces of the five immortals turned pale and their eyes widened.

They can't hurt each other even if they work together!

Among the four elite disciples, the Xianjun strongman looked at each other, with celestial lights intertwined on his body, ready to fight to the death.

"good."

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

The streamer exploded, and Han Muye appeared in midair, wearing a blue robe and carrying a sword box.

His prehistoric battle armor turned into pale black scales, attached to the chest and back of his robe, like a piece of body armor.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan!"

Shu Ming Sword Immortal widened his eyes and let out a loud cry.

He knew that Han Muye was powerful in battle.

But how long has it been since Han Muye's fighting power has become so strong that all of them can't do anything together?

This is the collaboration of nine immortals!

"Hehe, it turned out to be Yunlan." The old man who was holding Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said with a smile, "The old man thought that some kind of powerful person would come and ruin my event in the Rain-Fuying Immortal Realm."

Several other immortals also showed relaxed expressions on their faces.

Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance.

"The seniors have a good idea."

"There are indeed people who want to spoil my elite selection meeting in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm."

What's the meaning?

Everyone was taken aback.

"boom--"

Above the sky, a crack opened.

A flying boat of a hundred feet rushed into Tonghe Immortal Realm.

Now anyone can enter the Tonghe Immortal Realm, the land of ruins of hundreds of battles.

"People from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, hehe, you are the only ones who do odd jobs at the shortcomings of Luyang Xianchao in Zhaoyang Immortal Realm!"

A chuckle came from above the flying boat, and a big man in golden armor pointed a long knife in his hand.

A series of strong figures emerged, flew down, and surrounded everyone in the entire elite selection place.

"Let this general see how capable the junior elites of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm are."