The sword energy soared to the sky, and ten thousand swords were fired at once.

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The swords in Han Muye's hands just came out, and suddenly they collided with each other in mid-air, forming a sword.

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Thousands of swords return to their ancestors, and swords are transformed into ten thousand swords.

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By this time, Wan Jian was once again united.

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Ahead, Marquis Wu, who had cut out a sword, showed joy in his eyes, and laughed out loud.

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"It's rare, you can cultivate the swordsmanship to such a level, no wonder you can get the approval of the sword pavilion!"

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He raised his hand and made a move, and the sword light that had been cut out was retracted.

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"With this sword, you can go to the world."

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Looking at the sword swung by Han Muye, Marquis Wu's expression slowly became solemn.

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Behind him, a phantom shadow of a cyan flood dragon appeared.

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The real monster!

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The bloodline of the ancient Canglong!

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At this moment, what Han Muye saw was the same as him, who had refined the body of a divine beast.

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No, Marquis Wu did not refine his real body, but was originally from the ancient Canglong clan.

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This can also explain why after Wen Mosheng became a saint with Tianxuan Tiandao, Marquis Wu was able to achieve the cultivation of the Tao.

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What he cultivates is not the power of heaven, but the power of his own blood.

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The ancient bloodline is comparable to a saint.

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"This marquis was born in the Canglong clan in the wild world, and was taken in by the ancestors of Meng Tianxuan, who has practiced for 30,000 years."

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"There are three thousand disciples under the master's sect, but less than one hundred and one can obtain their robes."

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"If I can get the true biography, it's just Senior Brother Wen, me, and Junior Brother Yuan Tian."

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Holding a sword in his hand, the halo of Wuhou's body circulated, and there was a transcendent aura shining.

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His eyes fell on the long sword that was down, and he said lightly, "Brother Wen builds the chess game of heaven and earth, using all things as chess pieces."

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"Junior Brother Yuan Tian cultivates the true meaning of swordsmanship, and uses swords as a formation to form an array around the sky."

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"I vowed to reunite Manghuang, so I used my own scales as soldiers, and gathered 361,000 scales as soldiers, and set up a battle formation around the sky."

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"It may be God's will that you can get the mantle of a master."

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"If you can break through this Zhoutian battle formation, you will have one more person under Tianxuanmen."

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The voice fell, and the sky was full of blue light.

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Pieces of azure scales with a radius of one zhang turned into soldiers holding long geese, lined up in battle formations, and stood in the sky.

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The 361,000 soldiers formed the formation and surrounded Han Muye.

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At this time, the long sword had already reached Marquis Wu, but it was completely unable to score any further.

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"Battle formation?"

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Han Muye's eyes fell in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

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"From the time I got the Zhou Tian chessboard, I've been calculating, Marquis Wu, you should have attained the Tao with an army formation."

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Opposite, Marquis Wu raised his hand and pointed his fingertips on the edge of the long sword in front of him, smiling.

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"You're right, it depends on how you break my army—"

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Before Marquis Wu finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

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I saw that around Han Muye, who was surrounded by the army, a phantom figure appeared.

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On Ba Xia's body, lightning flashed.

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"Marquis Wu, you haven't learned the military formation at all, but locked your own bloodline power with the power of Zhou Tian, ​​and let your body stay in the mortal world!"

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"The Donghai Jiaolong family is your bloodline, Marquis Wu!"

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Han Muye shouted loudly, interrupting Marquis Wu's voice.

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The raging qi and blood power around him turned into a beam of light, not only did the generals rush away, but even Marquis Wu's Dao domain power could not be imprisoned.

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A void appeared around Han Muye's body.

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He stretched out his hand and gathered another sword in his palm.

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"I was going to use Wanjian Guizong's fourth-level kendo to break Wuhou's Zhoutian power. Now, I have a new idea."

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Han Muye's words revealed endless confidence and even more fighting spirit.

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"Sword repair, the purest manifestation of power in the world."

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"Everything is not in harmony, and it will be cut with one sword."

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"But the purity of power is not the ultimate pursuit."

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The sword in Han Muye's hand showed endless blood, and the power of the blood was condensed!

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The strongest power in Han Muye's body is not his swordsmanship gold core, nor the sword intent condensed in the sea of ​​qi, nor the sword of the soul that has been transformed into the essence in the divine treasure.

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Although these forces are strong, they are powerless against the current Marquis, let alone break the Dao domain of Marquis Wu.

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The only thing in the world that can break the Dao Domain is the same power as the Dao Domain.

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For example, the pure power of the beast.

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With the physical strength as the sword, and the qi and blood as the guide, this sword cut is the next strike!

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"Marquis Wu, let's see how this sword looks like!"

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Han Muye smiled long, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed at the opposite Marquis Wu.

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When the sword was raised, the Dao Domain around him was already shattered into pieces.

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Marquis Wu showed a distressed look on his face, shook his head, and pressed his hands.

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"Boom—"

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A gust of wind broke through the quiet cabin, and scraps of paper and wood were scattered.

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The Dao Domain was broken open, and Marquis Wu's cabin was in a mess.

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Marquis Wu, who was sitting in front of the small case, had a wry smile on his face as he looked up at Han Muye who was standing in front of him.

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"Is it the real sword cultivator..."

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"If it were me, I would never have made this sword."

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Jianxiu, they are all lunatics.

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The fighting intent in Han Muye's eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face.

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Wuhou Zhiqiang is not something he can challenge now.

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The power of the reincarnation cultivator is not only in the Dao domain.

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Those who have cultivated to the late stage of karma are already pursuing the transformation of power.

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This kind of transformation is not something that the current Han Muye can deduce.

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However, as Marquis Wu said, if he can wield a sword, it means everything.

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As a sword cultivator, it is natural that he should use this sword.

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This sword was also recognized by Marquis Wu.

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If this great cultivator who sealed his own bloodline power with the power of Zhou Tian really released his suppression, his combat power would be unimaginable.

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"I know where the stele of the Baxia clan's blood is suppressed." Marquis Wu looked at Han Muye and said softly, "I want you to exchange the wasteland with me."

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The stele of the Baxia clan to suppress the blood.

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According to ancient rumors, because the bloodline power of the Baxia clan was too tyrannical, the body became larger and larger.

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With this stele suppressing him, he can change the size of his body at will.

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From the inheritance of blood power, Han Muye knew that these rumors were not true, but some of them were true.

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For example, the stele can really condense the blood of a tyrant.

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With the current speed of Han Muye's cultivation, it may take a thousand or ten thousand years to completely refine the lower body of the divine beast.

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But if there is a stele, it will only take decades.

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For Han Muye, this stele is an excellent training aid.

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Han Muye was a little hesitant when he just exchanged the wasteland for the Heaven Stele.

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The Relics of the Wilderness is handed over to Xiang Lingshuang, and will become a springboard to the World of Wilderness in the future.

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The Manghuang World is as powerful and prosperous as the Xianyuan World.

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Han Muye wanted to find the source of bloodline power, so he naturally wanted to go there.

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"Don't worry, I want Manghuang Relics so that I can return to Manghuang." Seeing Han Muye's hesitation, Marquis Wu spoke softly.

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"Senior brother Wen has his plans, so I should go to Manghuang."

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"Tianxuan, it's yours after all."

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There was a bit of loneliness in Marquis Wu's words.

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But from what Han Muye heard, there was something different.

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Marquis Wu would leave Tianxuan, and Wen Xiang's calculations seemed to surpass Tianxuan world.

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What are these sanctified great monks asking for?

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"I can give you Marquis Wu, but one day, I also want to visit Marquis." Han Muye looked at Marquis Wu and said in a low voice.

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With Wuhou Xiu as his combat power, he was able to ask for it instead of waiting for him to **** it when he was drifting outside the Profound Sky World. He was already saving face for Han Muye.

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"Okay." Marquis Wu laughed, handed a jade slip to Han Muye, and said, "When are you going to search for the Heaven Monument, let me know first."

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This is to reciprocate, telling Han Muye that he can help when Han Muye is looking for the Heavenly Monument.

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Han Muye nodded, and his spiritual sense only swiped on the jade slip before exiting.

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Looking at Han Muye who walked out of the cabin, Marquis Wu's eyes showed a gleam of light.

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"Good boy, the power of divine beasts dominates, if we gather the Heavenly Monument again, it will really be able to integrate the complete power of divine beasts."

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"After Manghuang was shattered, how long has it been since you saw such an ancient bloodline powerhouse?"

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"Is it time for me to be reckless..."

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Flying through the boat, even if it is extremely secretive, it still encounters many attacks from demons and alien beasts in the void.

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The generals who were driving the flying boat took action and dealt with these demons and beasts before they reacted.

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But the further forward, not only the demons and alien beasts, but also the Shinto practitioners of the No Resentment Realm intercepted.

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In the end, everyone broke down into pieces according to the plan they discussed earlier.

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Admiral Feizhou found a hidden place, set up a formation, and waited for the call.

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The other strong men went their separate ways to the meeting place.

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"Everyone, I'll take care of the Conferred God Platform." Marquis Wu stood on the deck and raised his hand in a salute.

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All the experts in Tianxuan bowed their heads in return.

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Han Muye turned around and looked at Yan Zhenqing, Qin Suyang and the others: "Seniors, Yun Chenxing will reunite again."

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After he finished speaking, his figure moved, leading a soft sword light to dissipate directly in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in the void.

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Yan Zhenqing and the others glanced at each other, but also handed over their hands, and then each turned into rainbow light and flew away.

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Their target is Yun Chenxing.

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Divine King Yunchen was beheaded by Marquis Wu a hundred years ago, and several strong men on Yunchen Star have been fighting chaotically for the position of Divine King.

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This time, the location chosen to build the Conferred God Platform is Yunchenxing.

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The savage Han Mu was flying in the void, and the spiritual light on his body continued to converge. When he escaped for a million miles and saw a magnificent star in front of him, there was only a golden light left on his body.

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Han Muye is not unfamiliar with the practice methods of the Shinto way spread in the non-complaining world. From Sun Yun's memory, he has already understood the practice methods of the Shinto way.

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Coupled with the fact that he practiced Dahuang Ting before, he is also very familiar with Shinto methods.

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With the method of Dahuang Court, he cultivated Confucianism and Taoism. At this time, his aura and aura converged, and the whole body was filled with golden divine light.

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Anyone who sees it will think that he is a real Shinto practitioner.

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"Where is the **** general, come to my Yunchenxing?"

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Ahead, a voice sounded, and a group of soldiers in pale golden armor stood in the void.

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Not far away, a flying boat with golden divine light came quietly.

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The strength of this team of soldiers can block the heavens, and with the help of the flying boat, it can resist the out-of-body repair for a while.

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The mere Yun Chenxing has such a protective power, and the strength of the No Resentment Realm cannot be underestimated.

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Han Muye stood in the void, raised his hand, and a jade tablet appeared in his palm.

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"Under the Throne of the Broken Moon God, Sun Yun, the general of the broken front god, came to Yunchen Xing to work."

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There was indifference in Han Muye's voice.

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The jade card is real, and the imprint of the soul on it is also real.

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The Divine King of the Broken Moon did indeed arrange some small tasks for Sun Yun.

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The power Han Muye showed with Da Huang Ting was similar to that of Sun Yun Xiu.

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The general on the opposite side stretched out his hand to catch the jade token, and his spiritual sense probed it. With a smile on his face, he cupped his hands and said, "It turned out to be General Sun, the God of Shattering Front."

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For Shinto practitioners, the gods divide their practice into three levels. Han Muye showed the second level, with seven or eight levels of combat power.

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The general on the opposite side is only a third-class **** general, and his cultivation level is enough to block his first entry into the Golden Core.

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Facing Han Muye, the general said respectfully.

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"Since he is the general under the Throne of the Broken Moon God, we, Yun Chenxing, welcome him."

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As he spoke, the general stepped forward and handed back the jade token: "The last general is under the throne of God Taiyu—"

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Han Muye frowned, and the other party hurriedly lowered his voice: "God will forgive me, although Divine Sovereign Taiyu has not yet been sealed, it will be a matter of time."

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Taiyu, Mingji, Gao Sun, Zitai, the four gods who were under the throne of Yunchen God in those days, are all vying for the throne of God King.

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Because these four did not have the imprint of the God King, they actually did not have enough strength to control Yun Chenxing.

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But Taiyu Divine Sovereign's cultivation base is already the second level of transformation. As long as he can get the seal of the No Resentment Realm, plus the cultivation base and the power of wish, he can have the ability to match the Tao.

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In fact, in the past 100 years, several powerful **** kings in the No Resentment Realm have also been watching.

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As a result, Taiyu and the four of them were weaker, and several **** kings were reluctant to hand Yun Chenxing over to them.

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Second, there are several tyrannical lords under those **** kings, who are also fighting this Yun Chenxing's idea.

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"I heard my **** king say that Zitai Divine Sovereign has reached the third level of Divine Transformation, and he has the power to suppress Taiyu Divine Sovereign." Han Muye said lightly with a light smile in his eyes.

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The other party didn't dare to take it lightly.

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Just embarrassed.

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The cultivation of the four gods is not something that ordinary gods can discuss.

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Moreover, Sun Yun, who Han Muye pretended to be, was the Divine General of the Shattering Front, and he was under the throne of the God of the Moon Breaking.

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The attitude of a **** king is very important to the four **** kings.

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"Cough, General Sun, please go to Taiyu Shenjun Taoist Temple to repair. After Shenjun leaves the customs, he will receive the general well."

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The opposing general's words were even more humble.

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Han Muye pondered for a while, looked at the surrounding void, and finally nodded.

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The other party breathed a sigh of relief, and while leading Han Muye to Feizhou, he recruited people to send a message to Yun Chenxing.

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Han Muye was placed in the quiet room on the top floor of the flying boat, where all kinds of spiritual fruits and wine were served.

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Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, Han Muye shook his head gently.

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This is one of the drawbacks of Shinto practice.

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Shinto practice places more emphasis on inheritance and Taoism than other practices.

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A god-king can control a star with the power of incense.

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Whether those divine generals or divine monarchs, the divine soul and wishing power are all influenced by the divine king.

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This kind of practice is easy to come by, but the foundation is not stable.

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Inheritance of the Divine Dao of the No Resentment Realm, the **** slaves and soldiers who never entered the mainstream, to the third-class gods, the two-level gods, although the combat power is strong, it is not the way to longevity.

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The only way to ask for the Dao is to become a **** king.

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It's a pity that there are too few places for the king of gods.

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"Boom—"

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The flying boat smashed through the sky, and at that instant, a faint divine light poured out from Han Muye's body.

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He quickly ran the Great Yellow Court, combining the power of the divine way with the power of his own divine soul.

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His divine soul power was already extremely strong, and at this time, it was triggered by means of the Great Yellow Court, which immediately triggered the power of heaven and earth.

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On the deck of the flying boat, the general who led Han Muye to the Taiyu Zhenjun Daochang turned his head and looked at the top cabin with a smile on his face.

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Just know that a Shattering Front God will come alone under the throne of the gods, he definitely has the confidence.

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This person seems to have only just become a **** in his cultivation, and only has a flash of divine spirit. In fact, his own strength is already extremely tyrannical.

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The soul that can induce the power of heaven and earth must be a half-step true monarch.

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That's right, although the God King Broken Moon is not the strongest among the eighteen God Kings, he is still in the top six.

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This divine general in his hand naturally has his own unique features.

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"when-"

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Ahead, the sound of a jade chime came.

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A group of female fairies wearing palace dresses walked slowly through the waves, holding the palace lanterns leading the way.

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Han Muye walked out of the quiet room and stood in front of the porthole on the third floor of the flying boat, his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed.

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"Brother Li, what does God Taiyu mean?"

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The divine general who brought Han Muye here was named Li Hui, and his cultivation was at the half-step celestial realm, and he had already gathered his divine nature.

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Hearing Han Muye's words, Li Hui showed a smile on his face, and said softly, "General Sun, this is the importance that the Divine Sovereign attaches to your presence."

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Anger flashed across Han Muye's face, and he said solemnly, "Is it important? The mission that my **** king ordered me to come here is—"

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When he said this, he stopped again, his expression turned cold, he waved his hand, and went straight back to the cabin.

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Li Hui smiled proudly and raised his hand to signal Feizhou to slowly descend to the Taiyu Zhenjun Dojo under the guidance of the fairy.

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At this speed, in this scene, it would be strange if the other three True Monarchs did not investigate.

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Sure enough, in just a moment, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged in the cabin, sensed that several divine soul powers were coming quietly.

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The use of divine soul power by Shinto practitioners is extremely delicate. If Han Muye hadn't materialized the divine soul power and cultivated the Great Yellow Court, he would not have been able to perceive the existence of these divine soul powers.

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He sat cross-legged in the quiet room, his face was full of anger, and he whispered: "This Taiyu God is really as domineering as God King said, not as calm as Zitai God."

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"It's just that the God King also said that the location of the Divine Seal Fragment of the God King Yunchen is a secret, and it can be regarded as a chance. Who can get it..."

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Feeling the tremors of the divine soul power around him, Han Muye stopped the conversation, just shook his head, calmed down his own power, and slowly adjusted his breath.

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At this moment, on the entire Yunchen Star, several great cultivators stood up at the same time.

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"The news of the Divine Seal Fragment of the God King Yunchen!" An old man wearing a purple robe and covered in divine light squinted his eyes and turned his eyes to the sky.

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"Haha, it's interesting, Taiyu didn't always claim to be the direct descendant of the god-king, so he didn't get the divine seal yet. This time, I will accompany you to have fun." In the center of a magnificent dojo, there were whispers of light laughter.

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…

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"Boom—"

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On a mountain peak, at the top of the continuous palace, the main hall originally covered by clouds and mist suddenly appeared.

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A tall middle-aged man holding a golden scepter, with a golden halo in his eyes, raised his head and looked towards the sky.

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Over there, the flying boat that Han Muye was riding on had already revealed a trace of its outline.

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This tall middle-aged man is Taiyu God, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was the first person under the throne of Yunchen God.

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When he appeared, stretching the hall, countless Shinto practitioners bowed and knelt down.

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God Taiyu raised his head, looked at the flying boat in the sky, and whispered in his mouth.

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"This is the chance for this king!"

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"I have waited 30,000 years for Taiyu to finally take that seat."

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"Yunchenxing, it will be renamed Taiyuxing in the future!"

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Waving the scepter in his hand, a golden streamer turned into a long rainbow, pulling the flying boat and slowly falling.

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At this moment, several golden divine lights in the void collided, entangling the flying boat.

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Divine Sovereign Taiyu had an angry look on his face, and there was a divine light on his body that turned into a phantom.

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"Haha, Daoist Taiyu, that's how you treat guests?" With a chuckle in the air, a young man in a black robe appeared.

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BenQ God.

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"You are also worthy of being a guest?" Taiyu Shenjun sneered and raised the scepter in his hand.

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The golden phantom behind him turned into clasped arms.

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Mingji Shenjun's expression remained unchanged, and he turned his head to look around.

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"Fellow Daoists, there will be a **** under the throne of the Moon Breaker, so you just watch the fun like this?"

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