"Break into the wooden temple, behead."

The black-faced cultivator let out a low voice and slashed the sword in his hand towards Han Muye.

The sword light shone, and the speed was extremely fast.

In this dam, only the coexistence of speed and strength can be truly tyrannical.

This sword is better than speed.

No wonder this black-faced monk still exists for so many years.

Han Muye raised his hand and stuck his fingers out.

His speed doesn't look fast, but when the long sword hits his head, he resists the sword's edge.

"when-"

Fingers flicked on the spine of the sword.

The blue light long sword fell in response.

The black-faced cultivator was shocked and shattered into countless pieces.

The power of this finger is the power of the divine beast. With a single flick, it can shatter a ten thousand-meter mountain.

Before Han Muye stretched out his hand to draw the long sword, the black-faced cultivator and the clear long sword in front of him disappeared instantly.

"Break into the wooden temple, behead."

The voice came, and a sword light headed down towards Han Muye, the light and shadow intertwined, three points faster than the previous sword.

I see.

This puppet is probably immortal.

Han Muye's eyes flickered, he took a step forward and raised his hand again.

"when-"

The long sword flew out again.

The sword was still in the air, Han Muye had already moved, and he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The sword energy entered the body of the sword, and it was empty.

This sword reveals nothingness.

But Han Muye didn't care about the body of the sword, he only needed to see the memory in the sword.

"Om-"

Countless pictures appeared in his mind!

The battle of the ancient monks!

Countless big monks who waved their hands could block the galaxy, the monstrous aura shone, and countless stars fell.

Pieces of the star field turned into fragments.

You Jianxiu smashed the world of thousands of stars with one sword.

There is a great monk who controls time and space, and waving his hand is the time back.

There are gods wearing golden robes and crowns, raising their hands and feet are the power of the Dao.

…

Han Muye had seen Manghuang shattered, Xianyuan World was smashed, and the army outside the dam was attacked, but he never knew that in ancient times, so many powerful monks were rampant.

Comparing the Daoism between the Immortal Spirit World and the Profound Sky World, compared to the rivalry of these great cultivators, it is simply child's play.

The battle of the world overturning is the real Dao battle!

A magnificent palace appeared in front of Han Muye.

A female cultivator in a green robe with elegant petals walked slowly.

"Meet the Wood God—"

Countless voices sounded.

One by one, the golden armor and black-faced sword cultivators bowed.

The continuous army formation is almost endless.

This is the ancient great monk, the wood god.

The master of the wooden temple.

"boom-"

Above the sky, a big hand pressed down.

The wood god's face was solemn, and behind him were blue vines, green branches and leaves, and red petals rising.

All the power gathered and turned into a tangled rope, entangling the big hand.

But the big hand was only entangled for a moment, and then all the ropes were broken.

"Wood God, surrender, otherwise, you, the wood **** temple deity, can be broken with one punch." A voice came from the void.

The big hand that broke the rope slowly clenched into a fist.

The wood god's answer was that his body turned into a huge flower tree, with endless flowers blooming.

Every flower blooms, as if a world is falling brightly.

The fist in front was dimmed.

When all the flowers fell, the fist in the void had dimmed and disappeared.

At this time, all the petals fell, and the flower tree gradually withered, leaving only the dry shadow of the tree after it withered.

As the flowers and trees dried up, all the black-faced monks began to freeze, as if they also dried up.

"The wooden temple is closed. Except for Mu Kui, the other minions are here to suppress the Golden Wolf Demon God with the deity."

There was a voice above the flower tree, and the black-faced monks turned into wooden stakes, and they fell silent together with the flower tree and the long hall behind them.

Ten black-faced monks with big swords walked out slowly.

"boom-"

All the pictures disappeared, the great sword in Han Muye's hand disappeared, and the black-faced cultivator in front of him was not there.

In the next instant, Han Muye's entire body turned into nothingness.

"Thorn-"

Ten great swords shattered the phantom he left behind.

Han Muye, whose figure reappeared, raised his hand, three hundred and sixty one sword pellets appeared, and the sword light that was swallowing directly enveloped the radius of ten feet.

If it were in other places, these 361 sword pills could cover thousands of miles, 100,000 miles, and could easily kill the out-of-body cultivator.

But in this chaotic dam, the Zhou Tianjian array composed of three hundred and sixty-one sword pills can only trap the space of ten feet.

However, it is enough.

Within ten feet, ten figures were suppressed, unable to move an inch.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the ten black-faced cultivators with the same body and armor.

This is the guardian of Mu Kui of the Wooden Temple, the existence that has guarded the Wooden Temple for countless thousands of years.

Ten Mukui guards, strength and speed coexist.

If it wasn't for Han Muye's sword formation, other people with the same cultivation level would definitely not be able to stop the ten Mukui's guarding power.

Holding down Mu Kui's guard, Han Muye's eyes fell on the illusory place ahead.

Over there, dead wood stumps stood among the rubble, and there were also dead trees half a hundred feet high.

The wood is rotten, and most of the branches have fallen.

This is the flower tree that the body of the Wood God saw in the sword tool just now.

The real body of an ancient great monk?

Slowly stepping forward, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pressed it on the rotten tree.

"boom-"

A surging wooden vein power rushed towards Han Muye's body, as if to occupy his body.

Take home?

Han Muye frowned.

Although his body is the incarnation of a divine beast, it is suppressed by the power of the primordial spirit of kendo.

If you want to **** his body, you must first try to block his Primordial Spirit Sword.

The Sword of Primordial Spirit is firmly in the Divine Treasure, and even if the Dao Ancestor came, Han Muye dared to slash it out.

The power of the gushing wooden veins moved, and then stopped.

"Later, if you can pass the inheritance test of my wooden temple, you can take everything here."

A voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.

In front of Han Muye, a phantom figure of a female cultivator wearing a long pale white dress and embellished with petals appeared.

"Junior sister?" Han Muye was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."

This female cultivator just had the shadow of Mu Wan between her eyebrows.

"Jianxiu?" The female cultivator glanced at Han Muye with a look of regret on her face.

"Pity."

"You go."

Hearing the female cultivator's words, Han Muye raised his head and said indifferently, "What kind of person is the senior looking for to accept the test of inheritance? Pill cultivator?"

The female cultivator nodded and said, "My wooden temple is based on the cultivation of the alchemy path, and naturally it is the inheritance of the alchemy path."

Han Muye had a smile on his face, and a golden fire flashed from his fingertips.

"Just in time, I have also studied Dan Dao, you can try it."

There was a hint of surprise on the female nun's face. She turned to look at Shidao Mu Kui, who was trapped by Han Muye's sword light, and nodded, "Okay."

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and waved, and several branches on the withered tree broke and fell.

"boom-"

Han Muye's figure seemed to instantly fall into a space full of fireworks.

"Within a hundred breaths, turn these branches into spiritual fire."

The nun's voice sounded.

Is this a trial?

Han Muye chuckled lightly, his fingertips wrapping the rotten branch with spirit fire.

It's just that unlike the flames that he imagined that the branches would burn directly into ashes, the branches were not ignited at all.

"This wood is Qingjin Wangchuan wood. It is one of the toughest wood spiritual materials in the world. If you want to set it on fire—" Just as the female cultivator's voice came up, a blue spiritual fire flashed from Han Muye's palm.

"Wood produces gold, and gold produces water. Water and fire are mutually restrained. Wood meets water. There is a balance between life and restraint." Han Muye whispered softly.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to loosen a lot and become clearer.

"Okay!" The female cultivator whispered excitedly, and then there were more wooden branches in the space.

"The second pass, use this azure gold Wangchuan wood to make a medicinal pill."

Alchemy with this wood?

Just relying on the branches, how to make alchemy?

Han Muye's eyes fell on those wooden branches.

There are dry leaves on this wooden branch, some stamens are left after withering, and there are twigs that seem to grow new, but they have also dried up.

Reach out and pick up the stick.

Han Muye carefully picked off the branches, leaves, stamens, and twigs and placed them in front of him.

"The same root, but with different medicinal properties."

"I see."

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye stretched out his hand and peeled off those wooden branches.

Skin, dry, core.

The dead leaves are gently torn, veins, tendons, and leaves.

The stamens are cut and divided into thirds.

But for a moment, the branch was divided into dozens of parts.

"The world's alchemy is born from the same root, but it is divided into thousands of subtleties."

"No wonder there are legends that a great monk can concoct pills in the void, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be divided. Isn't it also possible to become the power of thousands of attributes?"

"Sword Comes"

Han Muye's eyes were bright, he raised his hand, and a cloud of spiritual light rose up.

The halo turned into an illusory Pill Cauldron, and a flame lingered in his palm, wrapping the illusory Pill Cauldron.

He wanted to look at the various locations on the same branch to refine a medicinal pill.

The female nun beside her had a strange look on her face, showing joy.

Pieces of wooden branches are put into Danding, leaves, bark, stamens…

All kinds of forces are intertwined and blended in the Dan Ding.

"Wood belongs to the power of dullness? It needs to be transformed with the power of harmony."

"The wood core of Qingjin Wangchuan wood really has the power of gold veins. It should be neutralized with the warm power in the stamens."

…

Han Muye didn't know whether he was telling the female nuns around him or whether he was telling himself.

The medicinal power in the pill cauldron continued to merge and slowly took shape.

A pale golden medicinal pill appeared in the pill cauldron, and there was a flashing spirit pattern on it.

"The medicinal power is pure and has the power of gold and wood, which can improve the cultivation of the golden and wood veins of the swallower."

"One, that's—"

Han Muye's eyes flickered, and he whispered, "One can create a golden pill!"

As long as you swallow this pill, you can create a practitioner of the Golden Elixir. This pill is clearly equivalent to the Golden Elixir!

Is there really such a precious medicine in the world?

A surprise flashed across the face of the female nun standing beside Han Muye. She raised her hand and held the medicine pill in her palm.

"Then the next level is—"

She waved her palm, and the whole rotten tree was uprooted.

"Use this tree to make pills."

this tree?

Han Muye frowned and said in a low voice, "Senior, this is yours..."

Han Muye didn't finish his sentence.

The female cultivator smiled softly: "My dan cultivator is different from your sword cultivator. We are willing to sacrifice and pass on our own way."

"As long as you can refine the medicine pill, this inheritance is yours."

In the hands of the nun, a golden round ball of light appeared.

Inheritance Pearl.

This thing was used to collect inheritance in ancient times, and it has the same effect as jade slips.

However, this inheritance spirit bead is much more valuable than jade, and it has the imprint of the soul, which can directly guide the practice.

As if afraid of Han Muye's disbelief, the female cultivator's hand was a little brighter, and pictures appeared in the spiritual beads.

They are all pictures of alchemy.

It is indeed a heritage.

Han Muye nodded, and the illusory Dan Cauldron in front of him turned into a height of hundreds of feet, and directly put the rotten tree into it.

Pill fire rose, and the surrounding space restraint quickly weakened.

In the distance, Mu Kui, who was suppressed by the Zhou Tianjian formation, seemed to feel the danger and tried his best to break free.

With just the strength of the Zhou Tianjian formation, these ten Mukui guards could not break free.

The female nun beside Han Muye had a smile on her face, holding the Inheritance Spirit Orb tightly in her hand.

The pill fire rose, and the dead tree in the pill cauldron slowly turned into a verdant streamer.

At this moment, the dry tree stumps around began to crumble.

Turning his head and looking at the tree stumps, Han Muye showed a hint of disappointment.

"I originally thought that the ancient monks could have the ability to reach the sky and the earth."

"Unfortunately, a little disappointed."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Hearing his words, the female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly, "You mean my Dan Dao inheritance?"

"You have not yet obtained the inheritance spirit beads, are you already disappointed?"

"You latecomers are really getting more and more arrogant."

Han Muye shook his head and said softly, "It's not Senior Wood God's Pill Dao that disappoints me, it's you."

The female cultivator frowned when she heard Han Muye's voice, "As an ancient demon **** who has been suppressed for countless thousands of years, he is not familiar with the alchemy method at all. This is so disappointing to me."

The suppressed ancient demon!

Han Muye's voice fell, and the female cultivator's expression changed, finally turning cold and severe.

Her figure also changed from a female cultivator in a long blue and white dress to a demon **** with a height of nearly 10 feet, a wolf-headed body and black armor.

This is clearly the Golden Wolf Demon God who shattered countless temples with one punch!

"Actually, you are not the first to see through this deity."

The Golden Wolf Demon God stared at Han Muye and grinned, "But you were the first to see through this deity and even make pills."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. From now on, you will be a Dan slave under the seat of this deity."

The Golden Wolf Demon God had a smug look on his face, and there was a tyrannical aura surging on his body.

He looked at the cauldron in front of Han Muye, his eyes were full of ferocious flames.

"Wood God, this deity should thank you, otherwise how can you escape the catastrophe of the fall of the gods?"

"Now that your suppression pressure is gone, wouldn't it be fun to destroy your wooden temple, take away your wooden god's heart, and retrieve the lost **** world?"

The Golden Wolf Demon God probed and grabbed Dan Ding.

The illusory transparent Danding shattered in response, and the verdant streamer was caught in the hands of the Golden Wolf Demon God.

It's just that the streamer started, and his complexion changed.

A green vine was revealed, covering from his palms to his arms to his entire body.

A female nun in a long blue and white dress walked out of the streamer.

Wood God.

The wood **** who turned into a flower tree and suppressed the golden wolf demon, the owner of the wood temple.

"You, isn't your strength exhausted?" The Golden Wolf Demon God's eyes widened.

The Mushen nodded, glanced at Han Muye who was standing beside him, and said softly, "You are right, he has been suppressed for so many years, yet he still doesn't know the Tao at all."

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

The wood **** turned his head and looked indifferently at the golden wolf demon **** wrapped in vines.

"When this little friend burned the branches with spiritual fire for the first time, he used the fire of water rhythm, not only would it not damage the little source power I had left, but it would nourish my soul and wake me up. ."

"The second time he made alchemy, you saw that he made one. In fact, he made a hundred, and when you got that one, the remaining hundred were given to me to restore strength. "

Looking at the changing complexion of the Golden Wolf Demon God, the wood **** showed a smile: "Your strength is only a trace of the pill that you just recovered. After being suppressed for so long, you don't have much power."

"That's it, I'm too embarrassed to accept others as Dan slaves."

The Golden Wolf Demon God gritted his teeth and roared, and the Wood God turned to look at Han Muye, "I really didn't expect that, little friend, your alchemy cultivation is so profound."

"It seems that the town has been here for countless thousands of years, and the world of practice has also changed..."

Han Muye nodded and looked at the Golden Wolf Demon God who was locked by the Wood God: "Senior, I wonder what you will do with this Golden Wolf Demon God?"

The wood **** raised his hand, and the green vine instantly turned bloody.

The originally roaring Golden Wolf Demon God trembled and slowly curled up, turning into a dark demon wolf.

The body of the demon wolf gradually shrunk, leaving a cyan wolf cub the size of a slap in the end.

"I know you're interested in him, but you don't understand what methods we cultivators who have lived for countless thousands of years will have." The wood **** looked at Han Muye and shook his head.

She reached out, and there was a cyan light and shadow in the palm of her hand.

There is also an inheritance spirit bead.

"The divinity of the devil, my inheritance spirit beads, you choose the same."

Divinity.

Lingzhu.

This is all amazing stuff.

The ancient times have long since changed, but the inheritance of the power at that time, as well as the fundamentals of the devil's practice, are still useful today.

Even in today's era of great power withering, these two treasures can once again give birth to strong men comparable to the ancient great monks. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Han Muye looked up at the Wood God in front of him, and said softly, "I'm interested in the puppet technique of Senior Wood God."

puppetry.

A strange color appeared on the wood god's face.

Staring at Han Muye for a moment, the wood **** withdrew the spirit orb and divine nature in his hand, then raised his hand and waved, the surrounding wooden stakes dissipated and turned into sticks three feet long.

"take it."

Han Muye stretched out his hand to take the stick, reached out and put away the 361 Zhou Tianjian Pills that had been spilled before, then turned around and left.

He moved quickly, but disappeared in a few breaths.

Watching her leave, the expression on Mu Shen's face slowly changed.

In her eyes, the original coldness disappeared, and there was a hint of fierceness and cruelty.

"Golden Wolf, it doesn't seem to have deceived him."

The wood **** whispered, and the blue wolf who had landed at her feet raised his head, and his eyes showed agility.

"How many of the guys who dare to cross the dam alone are good?"

"Fortunately, this guy has something to ask for, and it also helped us regain some strength."

Qinglang turned his head and looked around, with a lonely look on his face.

"Unfortunately, we are stuck here, and I'm afraid we can't afford it in this life..."

The **** of wood stretched out his arms to pick up the little wolf, glanced at the guard of Mu Kui who had regained his freedom, and nodded: "Let's go, I don't know when the next divine explosion will come, let's live."

…

Han Muye walked through the dam, and only turned back until a hundred miles away.

His eyes flashed brightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Raising his hand, the wooden stick from the wood **** appeared.

"Ancient Tongtianmu, puppets made of such treasures are really a waste..."

Aura flashed in his hand, and phantoms wearing black robes and carrying a big sword appeared around Han Muye.

"It's not a puppet technique, but a treasure of the wood veins!"