Heaven's calamity is coming.

Han Muye had a relaxed look on his face.

He has been waiting for this calamity for a long time.

As he stepped out, the phantom of Kui Niu appeared behind Han Muye.

But this Kui Niu phantom appeared, and he suppressed it and sank into his body.

In the past, he needed to use the power of Kui Niu to resist thunder tribulation, but now he does not need these means at all.

The thunder light descended from the sky and turned into thunder snakes, wrapping Han Muye's body.

"boom--"

Han Muye's outer robe instantly shattered, revealing his bare chest.

A phantom figure appeared behind him, and on his chest, the Kui Niu turned into faint phantom lines.

The thunder light that the great cultivators in the realm of heaven had to resist with all their strength swirled around Han Muye's body and became a chain.

The chains entered his body, causing his blood to churn.

"happy!"

With a long laugh, Han Muye stood up against the sky, his eyes flashing.

His behavior seems to have angered the catastrophe, and the more surging light and shadow converged and turned into a roaring thunder dragon.

Thunder Dragon opened its huge mouth, and the thunder light turned into arrows, scattered like rain.

Han Muye's eyes flashed with sword light, and he walked against the trend, bearing all the arrows.

Cultivation is an act against the sky, and transcending the calamity naturally needs to stimulate this power against the sky to the extreme.

"Sword come."

Han Muye drank lowly, Zi Yan Qingming appeared in his hands.

A pair of swords is agile, and the spirituality on it is almost overflowing.

The sword spirit gathered in Han Muye's dantian and the swords in the sea of ​​qi turned into a stream of light, all of which were poured into the double swords.

Sword Intent is too strong!

Zi Yan and Qing Ming let out a skyrocketing roar.

Han Muye laughed, the sword energy rushing out of his body like a tide.

Sword pellets, sword pills, were suspended around him.

Since it is to transform, let's go together!

Han Muye flew into Thunder Dragon's body, and all the sword pills and sword pellets penetrated Thunder Dragon's body, interweaving thunder light everywhere.

Counter!

This represents the power of the Heavenly Tribulation. It is the Thunder Dragon embodied by the power of the Dao, which was directly suppressed by Han Muye with his sword pills and sword pills!

This kind of thing has never happened in the world for thousands of years.

At this moment, several spiritual senses came to investigate in the void.

It was only when these divine thoughts arrived that they were blocked by invisible forces and turned into nothingness.

In the land of Taoism, the road is self-contained.

Here, any kind of adventure will be protected.

The century-old Daoist struggle was for the purpose of slaughtering one side and cultivating new Daoist ancestors.

The Dao protects every strong person who can grow into Dao Ancestor.

"The seed of the Tao!"

In the void, someone exclaimed.

"Who is this?" someone whispered.

No one knows where this is coming from, a future powerhouse who can get Dao's attention.

A strong man who has the potential to grow into a new Taoist ancestor.

"Destroy him."

Several spiritual thoughts sent out will.

In the void, there was a roaring sound.

One after another magic light, one after another clear escape light, came towards this side.

"boom--"

The Thunder Dragon in the sky can no longer drop the Thunder Tribulation.

Because this Thunder Dragon has been controlled by Han Muye.

"The power of the avenue, so it is."

With a chuckle, Thunder Dragon's body disintegrated directly.

At this moment, the kendo golden core in Han Muye's dantian and the endless sword intent accumulated in the sea of ​​qi finally united.

"Om-"

In the void, a sword that traverses the world appears.

Kendo Yuanying.

"This is a pure kendo practitioner..." Looking at the sword tool that appeared in the void, someone whispered.

"Hmph, if it's just a cultivator in my fairy world, if not, then kill it directly." An old man wearing a green robe said lightly.

In the four directions, countless practitioners slowly gathered around, looking up at the kendo Nascent Soul slowly spinning in the void.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the sword to take shape, and then reveal its identity.

If it is your own, then do your best to rescue it, if not, destroy it.

"boom--"

The void shook, and three great monks at the peak of Nascent Soul came one after another.

A demon practitioner, a sword practitioner, and an old man in a Taoist robe.

"Haha, Jianxiu, that's not bad." The demon cultivator laughed loudly and said loudly, "Little guy, show your figure soon, this deity accepts you as a disciple."

"Hmph, Jianxiu, the deity should be admitted to the sect." That Jianxiu sneered.

The Taoist robed old man at the back chuckled lightly, and a cyan light flashed in his hand.

Ahead, the long sword in the sky slowly vanished.

On the sword, the spiritual light turned into a phantom of the body.

The body of Yuan Ying.

"This person doesn't seem to be a person from my fairy world?" A practitioner of the third level of Nascent Soul whispered, frowning.

"Is it a foreign cultivator, but a foreign sword cultivator is here to transcend the calamity, doesn't it want to be entangled with the robbery of Taoism to the death?" On the other side, someone stared at the phantom and spoke softly.

"Mr. Muye!" A sword cultivator of the third level of Yuan Ying shouted, flying towards Han Muye.

"Daoist Tianxuan, quickly protect Mr. Muye!"

Mr. Makino!

In the Profound Sky World, there is only one person who is respected as Mr. Muye.

Grandmaster Makino.

Confucianism and Taoism monks, Kendo monks.

This is the Profound Sky World, a highly respected practitioner.

Dan Dao, the technique of cloud Dan saves countless people.

The act of conferring the gods will make all practitioners of Tianxuan no longer have to worry about the future.

"kill."

Dozens of cultivators from the Sky Profound Realm flew towards Han Muye, and more cultivators from the Immortal Spirit Realm rushed to kill him.

In the void, it turned into a battlefield in an instant.

When Han Muye's figure was revealed, he saw a scene of chaos between the two sides.

"Mr. Muye, your cultivation has just broken through, first stabilize your cultivation!" A middle-aged sword cultivator with a long sword looked solemn and walked in front of Han Muye.

"Don't worry, sir, I won't bother you at all until I die in battle." Jian Xiu bowed, turned and rushed towards the battle group.

Sword light, aura.

The seed of the Tao actually came from Tianxuan.

Those cultivators on the Profound Sky side looked excited and burst out with all the power in their bodies.

Mr. Muye is the seed of Dao. When he grows up, he can become the next Dao Patriarch, and he can win the Dao struggle in the Profound Sky World this time.

When Han Muye revealed his identity, none of the practitioners in Tianxuan flinched.

Han Muye stood there, his expression still.

This is Tian Xuan.

This is the world you protect.

When I returned to this place of contention and saw these desperate practitioners, I realized that it turned out that everything was worth it.

No wonder, Wen Mosheng and Wuhouhui have been inseparable for thousands of years.

"boom--"

A magic light slammed into the light and shadow in front of him, repelling all Tianxuan practitioners.

In the land of Taoism, the strength of Tianxuan practitioners is at a disadvantage.

The most important thing is that there are too few experts in Tianxuan cultivators.

"Protect Mr. Makino!" Jian Xiu, who was bleeding from his mouth, shouted.

Han Muye didn't know his name.

He also didn't know the names of the other Tianxuan practitioners who guarded him.

These people take their own life and death lightly, just to protect him Han Muye for a little more time to stabilize his cultivation.

Just because he Han Muye is the seed of the Dao.

"Is it worth it?" Han Muye said softly.

His voice rang in the ears of those Tianxuan practitioners.

"worth."

"My generation's cultivation is not only for immortality, but also to die in a proper place. Seeing that Tianxuan Fanghua is endless, all the sacrifices are worth it."

"Sir, in addition to life and death, you should ask for something. My generation cultivates, and I can have a battle today. How happy is it?"

A loud response sounded.

To Han Muye's ears, these answers were more like those cultivators whose life and death were uncertain, giving him firmness.

Cultivation, without the meaning of persistence, the longevity is meaningless.

"I understand……"

Han Muye raised his head slightly.

He looked into the depths of the void.

At this moment, the great monks who presided over the Taoism seemed to feel a pair of eyes watching them.

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"We are all working hard to live."

"But we live so hard."

"Is there a place in the world where we can live comfortably?"

Han Muye whispered softly, then clenched his fist.

Ahead, those cultivators of Tianxuan who were fighting seemed to have also heard his whispers, and their eyes were clear.

"Tianxuan."

"Tianxuan."

"Tianxuan!"

Tianxuan is not the most beautiful place in the world, not the most prosperous place in the world, not the most prosperous place in the world.

But Tianxuan is the most peaceful place in the world!

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

No wonder Tianxuan Daozu wanted to fight for Daoism.

No wonder Wen Mosheng wants to live forever.

No wonder even Endless Heavenly Venerate is willing to stand on the side of Tianxuan.

In his mind, he thought further.

Those powerhouses in Xianyuan World.

A powerful force beyond the dikes.

Haven't you really seen this fight?

Perhaps, what are they waiting for?

"How lucky." Han Muye whispered.

On him, a golden aura rose into the sky.

This is the practice of Yan Zhenqing I.

But in an instant, a sword of divine soul pierced through the sky and hovered quietly.

The sword of the soul appeared, and the power that crushed everything made the fierce battlefield silent for a moment.

This sword can sweep through everything!

"It turns out that Mr. Muye is so strong..." A pale-faced Tianxuan cultivator who thought he was going to die whispered.

A Jianxiu wearing a green robe with a broken sword in his hand laughed, blood dripping from his mouth.

On the opposite side, the arrogant practitioners of the fairy world all looked nervously at the sword of the soul.

This sword made them dare not move.

"He, his divine soul is strong enough to condense into substance?"

"Well, this long sword might be able to kill the transformation **** overhaul, right?"

The practitioners of the fairy world slowly retreated.

It's just that they woke up too late.

The divine soul above Han Muye's head shattered directly, turning into countless long swords, sweeping down.

A sword.

After a sword, the void was empty.

Whether it is out of the body or Yuan Ying.

No one can escape from this sword.

Those Tianxuan practitioners all widened their eyes and their throats tightened.

"Okay, so strong..."

This is the real big monk!

Han Muye raised his head, and then snorted: "You all go away, my out-of-body catastrophe is here—"

Out-of-body robbery!

Back then, Lu Yang, the commander of Tianxuan Xuanyang Weisan County, broke through outside the realm and stepped into the ninth level of Nascent Soul.

It was an endless accumulation that allowed him to ascend to the sky in one step.

Today, Han Muye wants to surpass Lu Yang and step into the realm of out of body!

When he was in Jindan, sword intent and divine soul had gathered too much.

The power of his soul has already surpassed the realm of heaven, stepped through karma, and touched reincarnation.

Even, he realized the realm after reincarnation.

In his divine treasure, there is also a lifetime of Confucianism and Taoism bestowed by a Shinto saint.

The superposition of these powers has far exceeded the limit that the Nascent Soul cultivation base can gather.

In the sky, the Thunder Dragon that had already dissipated reappeared.

Behind Han Muye, the swordsman Yuan Ying was in the air.

The disintegrating sword of divine soul turned from all directions and slammed into the shadow of the Yuan Ying sword.

In the land of Taoism, beheading local practitioners will have a trace of feedback.

This feedback was originally not much, but Han Muye slashed the enemy with one sword, and there were many practitioners with a higher spiritual energy level than him.

The feedback brought back is quite a lot.

Of course, Han Muye didn't care about this feedback at this time.

The spirit of the soul and the will of the sword were united, and his power rose sharply.

"Commander Lu Yang stepped into the ninth level of Nascent Soul, and in six years, he became the eighth major repairer of leaving the body."

"Mr. Makino goes in and out of the body in one step~lightnovelpub.net~The future-"

No wonder he can become a Dao seed!

The faces of those Profound Sky cultivators were full of surprises, they glanced at each other, and quietly retreated.

The calamity of leaving the body is a thousand times more violent than the calamity of the Nascent Soul.

They couldn't help, and they couldn't even protect Han Muye.

Not to mention the ferocity of the thunder, but the people who dare to kill Han Muye at this time, are they able to deal with them?

"boom--"

Tribulation thunder down.

Nine Thunder Dragons manifest directly.

Han Muye laughed, and the swordsman Nascent Soul and the Sword of Divine Soul, which had been united behind him, charged directly.

In his hand, the two swords slashed fiercely.

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