Chapter 718 Extraordinary in the Realm of Immortality

"boom--"

The sword light converged, and it roared down.

Han Muye is a swordsman.

From the moment he set foot on Jiuxuan Mountain, from the moment he entered the Jiange and became a sword watcher, he has always regarded himself as a sword cultivator.

Although he cultivated physical strength, alchemy, and thunder, but from the beginning to the end, his swordsmanship was the foundation.

The sharpness in the world is all in one sword.

All kinds of practice, no match for this three-foot Qingfeng.

Han Muye's sword is already at its peak in the prehistoric universe.

There has never been a sword in the Xinghe universe.

This time, he shot with all his strength.

The sword of spirit and soul blended with the black long sword made of real spirit bone in his hand, and Han Muye slowly withdrew the sword when he slashed with the sword.

This is the first time he urged the sealed sword in his hand.

A real weapon with more than ninety-nine divine patterns, a sword weapon of the cosmic level.

The divine pattern on the long sword flickered, and then fell silent again.

The thirty-two divine patterns were translucent, turning into thirty-two streams of light, converging into a sword light, and slashing down.

quick.

This speed is the speed of reversing time.

This kind of speed directly tears the space ahead, reverses the endless world, and then smashes it into pieces.

In front of Han Muye, the void and the black war puppet's body were shattered inch by inch.

"Boom—"

As if the bubble burst, the war puppet and the space around him were shattered into pieces.

It's real pieces.

As if a breeze blows, the fragments fall like petals, and then disappear into the void.

After a sword strike, the war puppet was no longer in front of him.

A prehistoric battle puppet was crushed by a single sword!

That is a prehistoric level battle puppet, the most powerful combat power in the world except for the universe level!

This is Han Muye's strength at this time.

Driven by the blood power of the prehistoric overlord level, it stimulates the tyrannical power of the prehistoric battle armor.

Then use the power of the prehistoric battle armor and cosmic-level soldiers to gather, and then use the three swords of the soul to arouse the killing power among them.

Han Muye himself didn't even know how strong his sword was just now.

"Om..."

The Heaven Slaughter Spear vibrated, conveying the meaning of fear.

Jinniao and Hunhuang on the side both backed away slightly, as if they were afraid of being affected by some force.

The Five Elements Divine Stove didn't speak anymore, but there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes.

On the opposite side, most of the god-level powerhouses in Cold Moon City were pale, with golden blood overflowing from their mouths.

The war puppets they controlled with the power of their souls were crushed, which would naturally implicate their hearts and minds.

The most important thing is that none of these prehistoric war puppets are Han Muye's opponents, they have no cards left.

There was endless fear in many people's eyes.

The stronger the practice, the more afraid of death.

They don't want to die here without knowing it.

"You, who are you?"

The old man in black robe standing in front stared at Han Muye, stretched out his hand, and spoke tremblingly.

How could there be such a strong man in the world?

He has lived for countless tens of thousands of years, and he has even seen a few of those powerful and powerful men who ran rampant in all universes back then.

However, he has never seen a strong man who can smash a prehistoric war puppet with one blow.

I really can't figure it out, is there really someone in the world who can crush a prehistoric war puppet with one blow?

Han Muye slowly withdrew his sword, and the sword intent on his body gradually disappeared.

The battle armor on his body also turned into a faint blue light and disappeared again, then he raised his head and said lightly: "I'm here to take back Cold Moon City."

Take back Cold Moon City?

Take it back?

Everyone was taken aback.

"You won't forget, who is the master of Cold Moon City?" Han Muye's voice was icy cold, and the light in his eyes was shining, as if he would strike if the other party gave a wrong answer.

really.

If the other party gets the wrong answer, he will shoot.

If he makes a move, everyone here will be killed.

He, Han Muye, had killed quite a few people.

Not bad for these.

Who is the master of Cold Moon City?

Those god-level powerhouses showed horror on their faces, and they looked at Han Muye in disbelief.

They know who is the master of this city.

Although from a long time ago, they felt that they were the masters of Cold Moon City and presided over everything in Cold Moon City.

But they knew in their hearts that they were not the masters of Cold Moon City.

The owner of Cold Moon City needs to be approved by the trading hall, the city's defensive formation, and the previous owner of the city.

And the previous owner of this city was a strong man who could control the prehistoric war puppet alone. He came from ancient times and is now missing.

"You, you are the inheritor of the Cold Moon City Lord..." the black-robed old man standing at the front whispered, his expression changing.

The others looked at each other, and there was a slight change in their expressions.

This is a step.

A step to make a truce between each other.

If they didn't recognize Han Muye as the inheritor of the city lord of Cold Moon City, Han Muye would kill them all.

"Senior Muyue taught me how to practice, and taught me all the secrets to control Cold Moon City." Han Muye also softened his expression slightly, looked at the crowd, and spoke loudly.

Mu Yue.

This name is rarely known.

This is the name of the last city lord of Cold Moon City.

Looking around, Han Muye's eyes flashed with depression and anger: "Originally, I didn't have the slightest interest in taking charge of Cold Moon City."

"But Senior Muyue once said that if Cold Moon City falls and even the Primordial War Puppet cannot be controlled, then let me control this city."

"Senior Muyue said that once the Primordial Battle Puppet cannot be controlled, Cold Moon City will not be far from falling completely."

His words resounded in the square, making everyone look ashamed.

Although these god-level powerhouses controlled Cold Moon City, they made this powerful city, which was originally a void city, keep falling.

Today's Cold Moon City has long since stopped communicating with the outside world, and only relies on the inheritance in the city for support.

There are only tens of thousands of practitioners in the whole city, and their practice is closed, and they rarely communicate with outside practitioners.

They are afraid.

I am afraid that outsiders will know about the city's decline.

Zhuyang City's idea of ​​attacking Hanyue City is not once or twice.

"You said you were the inheritor of Senior Muyue." The black-robed old man stared at Han Muye, took a deep breath, and then pointed to a hall not far away, "If you let the inheritance hall approve, we will recognize you."

The Inheritance Hall contains the spiritual thoughts of the city lord Mu Yue's remnant soul, and it is this spiritual sense that has been supporting it to keep this great city alive.

Although these gods are powerful, none of them can get the approval of the remnant soul and become the master of this city.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the hall.

The black main hall occupies a vast area, as if cast with refined iron.

This is the trading hall of the Pantheon.

It is also the place where the soul of the previous city lord, Mu Yue, hides.

From the memories of the two war puppets, Han Muye fully knew these secrets.

Especially from the memory of this prehistoric battle puppet in the square just now, he knew more about Mu Yue, the city lord back then.

"Okay, I'll enter the inheritance hall." Han Muye's eyes fell on the faces of those god-level powerhouses, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "When I walk out of the hall and get the city master's golden ring, I will be the master of this city. Bar?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded slightly.

This has always been the dream of each of them.

Walk into the main hall, and then get the approval of the previous city lord's soul.

Han Muye didn't go straight into the hall, but turned around, his gaze fell on the war puppet behind him.

The remains of the five war puppets were disassembled in a mess.

He put his hand on the body of a war puppet, and said softly: "This war puppet is the Haoyue war puppet, it is controlled by Senior Haoyue who followed City Lord Muyue back then."

Who actually recognized the war puppet who was in control of that year?

In the square, everyone recognized Han Muye's identity a little bit more.

If you are not the inheritor of Senior Mu Yue, it is impossible to know this, right?

Han Muye shook his head, and said again: "Great Master Haoyue used to control the battle puppet back then, and he could kill the same level with the magical skill of the full moon. It shocked the world. I didn't expect his battle puppet to be dismantled by you, and the spiritual patterns that passed on the magical skill are all Broken."

These words made everyone's faces blush.

The prehistoric battle puppets that their imperial envoys mobilized just now flew down with the skill of a full moon in the sky.

It's a pity that in their hands, the magical skills that run wild in all directions are just ordinary means of mobilization, and they have no lethality.

Han Muye walked up to another war puppet, stretched out his hand to caress it, with a look of regret on his face.

In fact, he was reading the memory in the war puppet.

"Senior Xianyue's battle puppet of the moon, with a scimitar of the moon, is rampant. His sword skills can be regarded as the top among the prehistoric battle puppet. You, you actually dismantled his sword..."

"This is the Yaoxing Battle Puppet. It is said to be a shining and lawless existence. You have actually broken its star chain defensive spirit pattern."

Every time Han Muye said a word, those gods in the square wanted to get into the cracks in the ground.

They only know about these prehistoric battle puppets.

Because they want to obtain a powerful control method, they dismantle the essence of these war puppets and assemble them.

The war puppets they got were not as powerful as they imagined, but extremely difficult to control.

It was the war puppet that was smashed to pieces by Han Muye's sword just now.

"Hey, what a bunch of trash." After reading the memories of all the war puppets, Han Muye flicked his sleeves and strode towards the main hall on the side of the square.

Those god-level powerhouses looked at each other with shame on their faces.

"This one, is he really the inheritor of the city lord?" Someone whispered, with a glint of hope in their eyes.

"I'm afraid so? If not..." If not, who would know about these prehistoric battle puppets and their various secret methods?

"The inheritor?" The old man at the front had a deep divine light in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Who knows whether it is the inheritor or the reincarnation?"

reincarnation.

Some strong people entrust their souls elsewhere, and wait for a certain time to wake up the memory of their souls.

Such a divine soul can be a sub-soul, or it can become the main soul.

"Jin Hui, what do you mean, this reincarnated soul who may be the lord of Muyue City is now back to collect Cold Moon City?" Someone said in surprise.

The old man named Jin Hui shook his head with a calm expression on his face: "Let's talk about it after he comes out of the hall. It's meaningless to say anything now."

Everyone nodded and watched Han Muye's figure disappear into the hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

The structure of this hall is almost indistinguishable from that of the Trading Hall in Buried Immortal City.

It seems that the Pantheon does have some kind of inheritance connection with the Changtian Pavilion of the Great Desolate Universe.

As he walked forward step by step, the Golden Bird and Hun Huan appeared behind Han Muye, as well as the Five Elements Divine Stove, including the phantom of the battle spear attached to his arm, all looked around curiously.

The hall was empty, dark, and silent.

"Senior Muyue, since I'm here, you don't have to hide." Han Muye walked to the center of the hall, cast his gaze around, and said indifferently: "Your remnant soul has been hiding here for so many years, isn't it just to wait for your parting?" Is the soul coming back?"

"I tell you, you can't wait."

Can't wait.

As Han Muye's voice fell, the entire hall instantly lit up with endless moonlight.

The moonlight was like layers of gauze, covering the space around Han Muye's body.

A female cultivator in a palace costume wearing a moon-white long dress walked forward step by step with a chill in her eyes.

"It's so cold..." The golden bird muttered and landed on Han Muye's shoulder.

"It's still a female doll." A voice also came out of the Chaos Golden Pearl.

The female cultivator in palace attire looked at Han Muye, then turned her eyes to the golden bird on Han Muye's shoulder, and the chaotic golden bead next to the golden bird.

The golden bird flapped its wings and turned its head away.

The golden bead spun slightly.

The female cultivator looked at the floating Five Elements Stove again.

"The gods and beasts of the prehistoric universe, as well as the spirits of the extreme dao array, and the sacred furnace for refining weapons, who are you the inheritor of the great lord?"

Seeing through the identities of Jinniao and Hun Huan at a glance is indeed the ability of the ancient great masters.

"I'm also very curious about you." Han Muye's face remained unchanged, looking at the moonlight and the female cultivator in front of him, "Are you the remnant soul of Great Master Muyue, or the battle puppet of Muyue?"

His words made the female cultivator's complexion change. Before she could speak, Han Muye's voice sounded again: "I didn't expect that Master Muyue has upgraded the war puppet to a level very close to the universe level."

"It's still a bionic method."

"She wants to use you as the carrier of her soul, so as to achieve eternal life?"

Han Muye's words completely made the female cultivator's face darken.

Han Muye has long studied the bionic method of refining war puppets.

He also has such a war puppet body beside him, that is Chen Mao's granddaughter Chen Die'er.

Originally, he was also very curious about Chen Die'er's body, but now he found clues in the memories of those war puppets in the square.

Seeing the female cultivator in front of him again, he finally had a complete answer.

Chen Die'er's body is a war puppet built for him by a strong man from the ancient times, entrusting the power of the soul, and it is second only to the cosmic level war puppet.

This kind of war puppet may not be able to compare with the universe level, or even the prehistoric level in terms of combat power, but this kind of war puppet can already live forever.

It is eternal life in the true sense.

My body and soul are all controlled by myself, without any other power to control.

Jump out of the constraints of the endless avenue and the limitation of the long river of time.

Even if the strength may decline, this kind of unfettered immortality is the pursuit of those who have reached the peak of the world.

"Since you know, then you shouldn't have come." The female cultivator raised her hand with a chilly expression in her mouth, and the endless moonlight enveloped Han Muye's figure.

In an instant, Han Muye's body was frozen by the moonlight that looked mild but icy cold.

"If you want to disturb a transcendent who is about to step into the realm of eternal life, you should know that this is courting death." The female cultivator whispered coldly, turned and walked back.

She has absolute confidence in how strong her supernatural power is.

But the moment she raised her footsteps, she suddenly trembled.

A hand pressed on her shoulder, and then clasped her neck.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Han Muye's voice sounded softly.