MTL - Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 652 Haotian Golden Crow, the true spirit bone of 0 divine patterns
【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】
Put to death.
Jedi desperate.
Put yourself in Jedi for others.
This is sacrifice.
Sacrificing the rules can reverse life and death.
At this time, with the blessing of the rules, he, Han Muye, is immortal!
"war!"
With a low shout, the long sword in his hand slammed down, and Han Muye was covered in flames for hundreds of miles.
Fire rules!
As a member of the Golden Crow clan, standing above the rules of fire, and having the rules of sacrifice added to him, what else is he afraid of?
Putting away the prehistoric battle armor, Han Muye flew away, and the long sword swept across.
Although the prehistoric battle armor is good, it wears out a lot, and it is far less enjoyable than the one-man-one-sword at this time.
The sword light swayed, and the phantom of the generals gathered by the human army couldn't block the sword.
The four True Spirit Realm surrounded and killed Han Muye, but they couldn't catch up to Han Muye at all.
For a moment, Han Muye was invincible within a radius of a hundred miles.
"Surround, don't retreat!"
A human in the true spirit realm let out a long roar, and flew forward to pat it down with a palm.
The real spider spirit behind him sprinkled endless golden threads, and put it under a hood towards Han Muye.
"call-"
The flame rose and ignited all those silk threads.
But more threads pierced through the flames and wrapped towards Han Muye.
When Han Muye slashed with his sword, a piece of spider silk was cut off.
At this moment, the phantoms of the generals gathered in dozens of battle formations rushed forward and surrounded Han Muye's figure.
"boom-"
Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, smashing the phantoms of the ten generals in front of him.
At this time, the other three true spirit realms had surrounded them.
The strong do it, and any slowness is slow.
A long knife slashed at Han Muye's head.
Without hesitation, the sword light and the long knife rolled together in his hand.
"boom-"
Endless bursts of golden light burst.
Another halo from the spear covered the space in front of Han Muye.
With the strength of one person, he can resist the four true spirits.
Han Muye's movements became faster and faster, from sword skills to boxing skills, they kept interlacing.
Fighting against the True Spirit Realm, and being pressed under the limit, he can feel his own flaws.
No matter how strong the swordsmanship and boxing skills were in the past, they couldn't deal with the real strong.
From the avenue to the simplicity.
When punches and kicks reveal the power of the great way, they are all directed at the rules, and only pure strength is the most real reliance.
Utilizing one's own strength to the extreme is the way one will go in the future.
Kendo, too.
"kill-"
Han Muye cut down with his long sword.
There is no skill in this sword, the only thing is speed.
Not even much strength.
But this one is really fast.
Jian Guang couldn't see at all, it seemed to tear time.
To Han Muye who had controlled the power of time and space, breaking time with a single sword was nothing.
But here is the Great Desolation, a place with stable space next to the Great Desolation in the world.
No one can break the time here.
Even the divine beasts that control time and space will never be able to break through this world.
Han Muye's sword seems to break time, which shows that this sword is approaching the extreme.
"when-"
A sword slashed at the shoulder of the black-armored true spirit powerhouse in front of him, making his complexion pale.
Han Muye backed away, dragged his sword and walked away.
It wasn't until Han Muye left thousands of feet away that the big man stretched out his hand to caress his shoulder, and he didn't recover for a while.
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【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】
He thought he would die under that sword!
The other three true spirits were also a little horrified.
That sword is amazing!
Who is this Golden Crow in front of him, and why can he continue to improve with endless methods?
"You can't keep this person!" The old man holding a long knife shouted, and the power of the true spirit poured into the blade behind him.
The other three true spirits followed closely behind and flew up.
"Finished formation!"
The figures of the four gathered together, and the power of the battle formation behind them gathered together, turning into a big snake reaching the sky.
With a golden snake body, three heads roared to the sky.
The long snake rushed down towards Han Muye.
"Peng—"
Han Muye raised his long sword and just pointed it at the snake's head, his whole body was knocked flying.
His face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Four true spirits formed an army of tens of thousands, and he couldn't stop it.
The golden spirit emerged from behind, the Primordial Armor came out through the body, and a thousand-foot battle armor roared down.
"boom-"
Hitting the snake's head with a punch, Han Muye's figure retreated again.
The Golden Armored Warlord waved his fists and feet, fighting with the long snake.
The surrounding mountains crumbled.
Every time Han Muye punched, a mountain peak collapsed.
When the long snake's long tail swung down, it was also a piece of rubble flying.
The fist of the golden armored warrior collided with the body of the long snake, and countless golden lights shone.
In one day, all the surrounding mountain peaks were shattered, leaving only a thousand-foot light gate hanging high.
Han Muye stood in front of the light gate, with countless cracks emerging from the layers of golden light on his body.
His strength is exhausted.
Fighting with four true spirits alone, and with the strength of tens of thousands of troops, his ability to hold off for a day is already the limit.
"kill-"
The four true spirit powerhouses spread out and punched Han Muye together.
This blow hit Han Muye's chest, causing his body to shatter directly, and then smashed into the light gate behind him.
As Han Muye's body collapsed, the golden light in the entire world dispersed.
Those flames also dissipated.
died.
"Finally killed him." The black-armored man whispered in a daze.
"It's a good thing to kill him, otherwise, this person may become a strong enemy of my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty." The old man holding a long knife said softly.
"The army is repaired and will enter the second floor of the Golden Crow Secret Realm in an hour."
"Suppressing the Heavenly King has an order, we must drag the people of the Jinwu tribe so that they cannot leave within ten days."
"Also, we will sacrifice these Golden Crows, and then break through the secret realm, and lead the King of Heaven to enter this place."
"This time the Heavenly King's target is the three-legged Golden Crow True Spirit Bone."
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Golden Crow Secret Realm.
A golden streamer flashed and then turned into a golden flame.
The flame burned, and then suddenly turned into a beam of light that supported the sky.
In the beam of light, a figure sat cross-legged.
Han Muye.
If the true spirits of the human race saw it, they would definitely exclaim.
Who is this cross-legged figure but Han Muye who was killed by them?
The beam of light dissipated, and Han Muye slowly opened his eyes.
His body was unharmed.
Not only was there no damage, but the strength of the Golden Crow's bloodline had undergone a strange change.
Before, his bloodline had awakened to the level of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow, and he was already a powerful existence in the True Spirit Realm.
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At this moment, he could feel that his Golden Crow bloodline had reached the peak of the Golden Crow Realm of the Blazing Sun.
The next level is the Yongming Golden Crow.
Golden Crow Yongming, immortal.
Is it because of sacrificing the comprehension of the rules?
Just now he was besieged by four human true spirits, and his body collapsed.
But with the power of sacrifice rules, he fully recovered.
The beam of light dissipated, and Han Muye looked around.
There is no erosion of the power of death and silence here, and there is no pressure from heaven and earth.
Here, it is no different from outside the market.
The blue-gray rocks, like a cave, are silent.
It's a pity that there is no light here, and it can only be illuminated by the golden light shining from Han Muye himself.
Suddenly, he stopped.
In front of him is a bluestone that is hundreds of feet high.
This bluestone is clearly a statue of a golden crow.
Golden Crow?
Slowly raising his hand, Han Muye pressed on the bluestone golden crow.
"boom-"
In his mind, it was as if a door of light had been opened.
A blue bird spreads its wings and takes flight.
The little bird soared freely, and then slowly grew up, with golden flames rising from its body.
Golden Crow!
Unknowingly, the Golden Crow grew up and possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth.
When the Golden Crow spreads its wings, it can illuminate the sky and the earth.
When the golden crow soars in the sky, it is the rising sun.
Many human races and other creatures began to worship the Great Sun Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow scattered its bloodlines and rewarded those ethnic groups.
Slowly, the Golden Crow clan appeared on the earth.
The Great Sun Golden Crow roams in the sky, and needs to fight all kinds of evil creatures in the sky and earth, and needs to resist those dead and silent beasts from the darkness.
A powerful alien beast can even destroy a whole world with a single blow.
The Great Sun Golden Crow had no choice but to pass on its power to the next Golden Crow, and then gather all its power to fight outside the world.
This is the prehistoric battlefield.
Countless creatures fought desperately to protect the prehistoric.
When they are seriously injured and unable to recover, they will return to the prehistoric, their own place of death.
This is the place where the Golden Crow Clan died.
Han Muye slowly let go of his hands.
Among the cyan golden black stone statue, there is a golden frontal bone shining.
True spirit bone.
Han Muye got the approval from the prehistoric Jinwu senior, and he could take that frontal bone away.
But he didn't step forward to take the forehead bone away.
Here, there are countless cyan boulder statues, at least a million.
That is to say, this place belongs to the millions of strong people of the Meteorite Crow Clan for countless years.
Han Muye wandered around quickly, constantly exploring the memories of these Jinwu seniors.
He saw various attacks and cultivation methods in countless Golden Crow's memories.
Some are the cultivation methods of the Golden Crow Divine Beast, and some are the cultivation methods of the Golden Crow Clan.
No wonder the different tribes of the Golden Crow have different cultivation methods, because the predecessors of each tribe may be different.
The ethnic group they inherited and the Golden Crow they inherited are all different.
Constantly probing, pieces of true spirit bones lit up.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand!
When the real spirit bones lit up ten thousand pieces, the dark space began to vibrate.
In the distance, a golden Golden Crow emerged.
The difference between this Golden Crow and other Golden Crows is that it has three legs.
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The ancient mythical beast, the three-legged Golden Crow!
"Ru, would you like to revive my Golden Crow clan?"
A voice resounded in heaven and earth.
This voice seemed to resound in Han Muye's mind.
With a movement of Han Muye's figure, he had already landed in front of the golden one hundred feet three-legged Golden Crow.
He slowly extended his hand.
"Peng—"
In the mind, golden light shone, a sea of flames!
The sea of flames was churning, and countless three-legged golden crows were flying in it.
This is the place where the three-legged Golden Crow was born!
The ancient gods and beasts are all creatures of heaven and earth, born and raised by heaven and earth.
This world is prehistoric.
Countless three-legged golden crows spread their wings and flew away from the sea of flames, leaving the prehistoric world and going to countless worlds.
These Golden Crows will become the great sun of one world, bringing vitality to this world.
Heaven and earth have their own spirituality, so they must have their uses.
The Golden Crow is born to illuminate the world.
"responsibility."
At this moment, Han Muye finally understood why the Haotian Golden Crow hung high in the sky.
This is his responsibility.
"You think right, this is my responsibility." A voice sounded in the void.
A handsome young man in a moon white robe flew down.
Haotian Golden Crow.
The true owner of the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the creator of this world.
Because of the presence of the Haotian Golden Crow, there is this Great Wasteland Realm.
Han Muye cupped his hands towards the Haotian Golden Crow in front of him.
This senior is truly willing to sacrifice.
He sacrificed himself to prop up this great wasteland.
In fact, he could leave before the Great Desolation was shattered, just like those seniors who have lived through countless eons.
For such a strong man, the power of calamity cannot hurt him at all.
"I understand why the Enlightened Beast is willing to hand over the duty of protecting Kunwu to you." Haotian Golden Crow's eyes fell on Han Muye.
"Because, you can really understand our thoughts."
Looking at the golden three-legged Jinwu stone statue, a trace of nostalgia flashed across Haotian Jinwu's face.
It seemed that this was his comrade who fought side by side.
"Kunwu?" Han Muye said softly.
"Well, Kunwu, the last home of the beasts."
"The place where the Great Desolation finally fell."
"It is also the place where countless powerful people finally pursue."
The Haotian Golden Crow's eyes fell on Han Muye, and he said with a light smile, "However, it's not enough to go there with your current strength."
"At least you need to turn the true spirit four times before you have a chance."
The true spirit turns around.
The strongest in the entire Great Desolate Ruins Realm is only the third revolution of the true spirit.
"Whether it is true spirit cultivation method or other cultivation methods, it is actually a temptation."
"We don't know what it is above the four revolutions of the true spirit, it's just a guess."
"In the prehistoric era, apart from the few real overlords, we don't know what the end of the prehistoric era will look like."
Haotian Jinwu showed regret on his face, and shook his head: "Honghuang, it collapsed too early."
The four turns of the true spirit is the end of Dahuang's practice. After the four turns of the true spirit, the practice is all guesswork.
No one knows what is the end of the cultivation of the prehistoric beasts.
For a long time, countless practitioners have always felt that the prehistoric, the great wilderness, is the origin of practice in the world, and that is the most brilliant era.
In fact, they are all wrong.
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【Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Watching the Sword in Jiange】【】
The real resplendent cultivation should come from later generations.
It is the fine control of various forces after the decline of power in later generations.
Every Daoist talisman, every move of swordsmanship is the progress of practice in the world.
Hearing Haotian Jinwu's words that seemed to be talking to himself, Han Muye felt his heart agitated.
He has seen the practice of later generations, and he has also seen the practice of the Great Wilderness.
He possesses unrivaled wealth in the world.
How fast is this kind of practice!
On his body, streaks of golden light surged, and golden divine light staggered.
Aura, immortality, divinity.
The power of the previously closed town gathered in him, blending with the power of the Yuan Ling in the wilderness.
At this moment, his cultivation directly broke through Da Luo and stepped into Xianjun, and then stopped at the peak of Xianjun.
This is the Ruins Realm, and it is impossible for him to step into the realm of Immortal Venerable here.
The suppression of the power of the ruins made him unable to step into the realm of the immortal.
But for Han Muye, with the control of the two rules of sacrifice and flame, and the power of the other four rules, plus the control of the power of calamity, he is no longer afraid of the immortal.
"Thank you for your enlightenment, senior." Han Muye bowed to the Haotian Golden Crow again.
It was because Haotian Golden Crow saw his identity that he used words to arouse the power in him.
This is helping him.
This kind of cultivation comprehension can be brought out of the ruin world.
"Actually, in my eyes, the Jinwu clan is no different from the human race."
"However, I still hope that you can take them out of here."
Haotian Golden Crow's voice came, and the figure dispersed.
"If one day you go to Kunwu, don't forget to see if there is any legacy left by our Jinwu clan."
There was no Haotian Golden Crow in front of Han Muye.
A smile appeared on his face, and he looked up at the golden three-legged Golden Crow in front of him.
Although Haotian Golden Crow said that the Golden Crow and the human race were the same in front of him, he still cared about the Golden Crow in his heart.
Otherwise it will not manifest here.
Nor would Han Muye be allowed to help those Golden Crow elites leave.
It is very simple to leave this place, go through three floors, come here, feel the power in a cyan golden crow stone statue, get approval, and leave with a true spirit bone.
But for most of the Jinwu people, it is impossible to step into this place.
Even if one can step into this place, not all of them can comprehend the power of the Golden Crow and obtain the true spirit bones.
In each Sun Seizing Conference, only the top 100 people can finally get the real spirit bones.
But this time is different.
So many real spirit bones are there.
Han Muye has activated its power, so it can be taken away immediately.
He also understood what the Haotian Golden Crow meant, and asked him to leave with as many real spirit bones as possible, and then help the Golden Crow clan increase their strength.
Then, take as many true spirit bones as possible and leave!
Slapping a palm on the three-legged Golden Crow statue in front of him, Han Muye felt the power in it again.
"boom-"
A golden tattoo landed in front of Han Muye.
He raised his hand, and the long sword in his palm caused the tattoo to fall on the sword.
This is the power bestowed by the three-legged Golden Crow.
For the beasts of the prehistoric era, they don't know how to repair the real spirit bones of the prehistoric era.
What they cultivate is to inherit the heaven and the earth, and to comprehend the divine pattern of the heaven and the earth.
Han Muye ran fast, and stopped in front of a three-legged Golden Crow, then mobilized its power and landed on the long sword in his hand.
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This sword is his true spirit bone.
A divine pattern.
Ten divine patterns.
…
Ninety-nine divine patterns!
This is the limit of a real weapon.
The entire Great Wilderness does not know if there is a real artifact of the ninety-nine divine patterns.
At this moment, the power of the long sword was already capable of breaking through the ruins, and it took Han Muye away directly.
But from Han Muye's point of view, it's not time for him to leave.
Holding the long sword tightly, he stood in front of the last three-legged golden crow statue.
When the probe pressed down, a light door seemed to open in his mind.
"boom-"
Countless figures in golden armor fought!
Invade the prehistoric!
He had already seen this scene in the memory of other Golden Crows.
Countless figures in Honghuang armor rushed into Honghuang, and finally shattered Honghuang.
This is the beginning of the Great Desolation, and also the origin of the calamity in the world.
Without the prehistoric suppression, the power of death and silence began to sweep and shatter.
Countless prehistoric beasts were enslaved, and all kinds of strange beasts were beheaded.
The strong and the overlord in the prehistoric world can only protect his own group to leave.
This time, Han Muye saw the scene of the Overlord Dragon Crocodile being killed and suppressed.
He also saw that after a Kui ox was slaughtered, its skin was peeled off to make a thunder drum supporting the sky.
Those wearing the prehistoric armor left, leaving Kunwu, the last fragment of the prehistoric.
These people left marks in the prehistoric, and left behind the ethnic groups to guard.
Countless years have passed, and these people have not returned.
However, that doesn't mean they won't come back.
They kept Kunwu because they didn't want these beasts to grow up for them to pick and harvest next time.
"The place they marked is the place where the body of the dragon crocodile is sealed off!"
The body of the dragon crocodile was divided into three towns, one in Blood Drop Cliff, one in God Realm, and one in Kunwu.
Among Kunwu, the places where the body of the dragon crocodile is sealed are those places that leave the mark of the strong.
"boom-"
The picture dissipated, and a golden crow mark fell down and hit Han Muye's true spirit bone.
The hundredth divine pattern!
All the true spirit and divine patterns gathered to wrap the long sword in his hand.
The blade turned from gold to gray and black.
"Seal the town?"
A trace of astonishment appeared on Han Muye's face.
His true spirit bone power was sealed.
Because the power of the Baidao True Spirit Divine Pattern is too strong, it will tear the world apart, so it was sealed off.
This kind of blockade requires him to slowly refine and control it before he can unblock it.
Also, the power of the Hundred Paths Divine Rune is too strong, and it is impossible for him to control it now.
It's just a pity that such a powerful long sword cannot be used.
Han Muye swung his long sword with a smile on his face.
This sword has no effect, only hardness.
This is probably the hardest sword in this world.
Turning his head to look at the blue stone statues in the surrounding world, he flew up.
…
Three days later, the sky and the earth roared.
Standing in front of a stone statue, Han Muye looked up at the crack in the sky.
That is a torn crack, as long as it is stimulated with the power of the real spirit bone, it can induce the power of this place to pull away.
Han Muye held a golden real spirit bone in his hand.
He didn't stimulate the power in this true spirit bone.
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Running fast, he bumped into the dim light curtain ahead.
Stepping out of the light curtain, his eyes turned into endless brilliance.
The roar resounded.
Chaos!
Numerous Golden Crow clans fought with the human army.
The two true spirits of the Golden Crow clan fully mobilized their own strength to protect the Golden Crow clan who couldn't form a formation behind them.
In front, the six human true spirits shot with all their strength, suppressing the space of the Golden Crow clan step by step.
Above the head, a group of Golden Crow divine flames floated.
Here is the third floor.
As long as you get the approval of the Golden Crow Divine Flame, you can be tested by the seniors of the Golden Crow clan.
But at this time, no one has the opportunity to rush into the divine flame.
Whether it is Shang Zhenyu or Zhang Chenyang, they are doing their best to protect the Golden Crow behind them.
"boom-"
In the distance, a voice rose from the sky.
Zhang Yu!
Zhang Yu, the True Spirit of the Golden Crow Clan!
It's just that Zhang Yu is in a panic right now~www.novelbuddy.com~ one shoulder is missing.
He flew up to the sky, crashed into the Golden Crow Divine Flame, and disappeared.
A true spirit realm escaped.
"Shang Zhen prison son, Zhang Chenyang son, you go!"
"You go, we'll stop—"
"All the nine-level spirits leave!"
In the Golden Crow army, a chaotic roar resounded.
It's a pity that no matter how loudly they roar, they can't inspire more combat power.
All of them have done their best.
"Patriarch Han Muye handed you over to me, and I will take you all out." Shang Zhenyu shouted loudly, his body bursting with golden light.
"Zhang Chenyang, take them away, here, I will block them!"
He stepped forward with one step, his body shining like the sun.
At this moment, he wanted to ignite his true spirit and body.
It's just a desperate fight with all the power, who wouldn't?
Didn't patriarch Han Muye do this before?
Didn't Qin Nanxun just do that?
"You block?" At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.
"Can you stop it?"
"Let me do it."
Han Muye's figure landed beside him, and he stretched out his hand to tear him away.
A golden real spirit bone flew towards the stunned Shang Zhen Prison.
"Refining it."
Another real spirit bone flew towards Zhang Chenyang, who was also confused but surprised.
Endless flames burst out from Han Muye's body, gathering into a golden cloak.
He pointed forward the black long sword in his hand, with a calm expression on his face.
"Let you down, I live again."
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