Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

It was just an opportunity!

It was not difficult to enter the alms bowl as a spirit compared to relying on a faction.

Moreover, Buddhist cultivators were more sacrificial. It was really difficult for Shi Ming to refuse Han Muye\'s offer to send the alms bowl immortal treasure back to the Everlasting Fate Buddhist Sect after the Dao competition.

"Minister Han of Heavenly Mystic, what great wisdom…" In the void, a Dao Ancestor sighed.

"It\'s not just wisdom. An Immortal Artifact as a bargaining chip. I\'m afraid even Dao Ancestors like us are unwilling to part with such a treasure."

From the kid at the beginning to Minister Han now, from being on the sidelines to winning people\'s respect and admiration, Han Muye had the right to be valued in front of the Dao Ancestors.

"Buzz!"

The alms bowl above Han Muye\'s head shook, and Buddhist light dissipated, covering a thousand miles.

Buddha Into Spirit!

The immortal treasure was formed!

Countless Buddhist runes intertwined with heavenly lightning on the purple-gold alms bowl. It shrank from a hundred miles in size to the size of a palm.

The purple alms bowl landed in Han Muye\'s hand, surrounded by golden light.

Han Muye strode forward with the alms bowl in his hand.

In front, the five sages of the Immortal Spirit World looked at each other and subconsciously retreated.

With the sages retreating, the Heaven Realm experts did not dare to stay.

Lu Yang waved his hand, and the Heavenly Mystic Army followed behind Han Muye.

The Desolate Wilderness also began to move, slowly drifting in the direction of the Heavenly Mystic World.

No one dared to stop Han Muye, who was holding the bowl in his hand.

Not to mention sages, even Dao Ancestors would not dare to do so.

The power of the immortal treasure was unknown. Whoever dared to step forward would definitely suffer a lightning strike.

The more powerful an expert was, the more he cherished his life.

Even if he did not die, he would have to pay a huge price to recover from an injury.

Participating in the Dao Competition was for opportunities, not for losses.

Moreover, wasn\'t this Dao competition still decades away? Why was there a need to fight to the death now?

At this moment, everyone in the Immortal Spirit World wanted to retreat.

Han Muye led the Heaven Realm and army behind him to break through the encirclement and fly out of the wilderness.

Seeing that Han Muye and the others were about to leave, an Immortal Spirit sage in black armor gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kill—"

He had spoken of the Immortal Spirit World. If he did not make a move today, it would be difficult to explain when he returned.

Besides, how could he be willing to let Han Muye and the others go just like that?

"Boom!"

Army formations surrounded the desolate land again.

Splitting up and surrounding them like this was even more dangerous than surrounding and killing the entire Heavenly Mystic army.

If they were separated and attacked, the Heavenly Mystic army would not be able to unleash enough combat power and could be destroyed in one battle.

The only change now was Han Muye.

Turning around, the alms bowl in Han Muye\'s hand flew up.

Immortal treasures.

The alms bowl spun and transformed into a 1,000-mile-long spiritual light that directly enveloped the million-strong immortal spirit army that was blocking the Desolate Wilderness.

A flash.

When all the spiritual light dissipated, the million-strong immortal spirit army had already disappeared.

Devour!

The power of this alms bowl was devouring!

The spiritual light pillar that was not killed appeared. The power of this treasure was to devour the enemy and turn it into its own power.

The stronger the power stored in such a treasure, the stronger its combat strength.

The five Sages of the Immortal Spirit World looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Attack." The black-armored man raised the long saber in his hand and flew up.

The other four also moved.

The immortal alms bowl devoured a million troops and definitely needed some time to refine.

If he took advantage of this time to attack, not only would he be able to win, but he might even be able to snatch the immortal treasure.

If an Immortal Artifact was in the hands of a sage, then even a Dao Ancestor would have to avoid it.

Killing and seizing treasures!

At this moment, even the Dao Ancestors who had witnessed the Dao Competition were tempted.

If they could control this immortal treasure, they would be invincible among peers.

"Minister Han, you go first." Lu Yang shouted and flew up to block Han Muye.

His combat strength had already reached the Semi-God Realm. In the Land of Dao Competition, the Semi-God Realm was already the top.

Not only Lu Yang, but Gongsun Shu, Dongfang Shu, and the others also flew over.

No matter what, Han Muye must not die.

Han Muye\'s expression did not change as he glanced at Lu Yang and the others.

"When do I need you to save me?"

With that, Han Muye raised his hand and put away the alms bowl.

The Immortal Treasure had just been formed and didn\'t even have time to nurture it. The stored power depended on Shi Ming, who had turned into a Weapon Spirit.

Just as outsiders thought, refining a million troops required time.

This treasure could not be used for the time being.

However, when the million-strong army refined it, the power would be terrifying.

"In the end, I\'m still a sword cultivator." Han Muye smiled.

In a flash, he had already appeared on the Desolate Wilderness.

A Star Spiritual Pearl appeared in his hand.

"Seniors, it\'s been a long time.

"He Tianzhen, wake up!"

When the Spiritual Pearl landed, the power stored in it turned into a torrent.

At this moment, the Desolate Wilderness emitted a terrifying power.

"Boom!"

A mountain range collapsed, and a 100,000-foot bull stepped out.

"Boom!"

A huge river surged, and a crocodile roared.

"Boom!"

A 10,000-foot golden tiger slowly rose from the desert.

…

The power in the Star Spiritual Pearl woke up the hibernating beasts.

These divine beasts and strange beasts that had exhausted their strength to carry the desolate land all looked up ahead.

"Baxia."

Han Muye had the power of Baxia.

"Haha, Baxia, you\'re still alive."

"We\'re both alive."

The vast power turned into a demonic light that enveloped a million miles.

This was the power of the Desolate Wilderness Divine Beast, which had already surpassed the limits of this world.