The person who invaded the main hall was the powerful man in the coffin!

No matter where the opponent comes from or why they come, when this strong man takes action, they can't resist it!

The power of the powerful ones at the end of the world is so strong that even their souls cannot escape.

They all came from separate souls, so it doesn't matter even if they die here.

But those are the powerful ones at the end of the world. Will the power of the end of the world chase their true bodies and cause them to perish with them?

Isn’t this the fate of the spirit-gathering god’s divided soul?

The other deities were panicked, and Han Muye was facing extremely tyrannical pressure at this time.

The power of the soul pressing down in front of him seemed to shatter his body into pieces.

"Shenmo..." Han Muye whispered, his eyes bursting with endless divine light.

His understanding of the sword is actually above the divine realm, and his soul power is also at the divine realm. Although his strength is not yet balanced, his vision is not at the same level as other gods in the temple today.

The power of the god in front of him was extremely strong, and seemed to be swallowing him up, but it was not so strong that he did not dare to resist.

As a sword cultivator, there is never a time when I don't dare to draw my sword and just admit defeat.

If the sword is broken and the life is destroyed, it is because of lack of strength.

If you don't even dare to draw your sword, what's the point?

"I have a sword."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Following his voice, his body began to become thinner, and a blue-grey sword appeared in its place.

The sword's light was faint, and there were mottled marks on it.

But this mottled mark will never be forgotten no matter what.

Every mark is a kind of inheritance of sword practice.

This is Han Muye’s lifelong practice.

"Senior can appreciate it."

When the voice falls, the sword emerges.

The long sword pointed forward, facing the golden light.

This sword is the gathering of all the soul power of Han Muye.

This sword is the culmination of all his sword training.

This sword carries with it all his knowledge of the sword and all his obsession with practicing in this life.

Obsession!

It’s obsession!

When the sword came out, Han Mu's ambition suddenly became clear!

If you are born as a human being and practice cultivation in this life, if you have no obsession, how can you win?

"boom--"

The golden-red light swallowed up the long sword.

The Ancient Spirit God and others looked at this scene, with a sad feeling in their eyes.

"Shen Mo, how is it possible that the divine realm can resist?"

The difference between them cannot be described in terms of cultivation level at all.

"Hey, so what about the Sword God? It's also - Wo Ri!"

Before the Ancient Spirit God finished his emotion, he opened his eyes wide and watched as the golden divine light was chopped into pieces by a sword light!

The sword light passed through the divine light, and the layers of black cloud light above it stirred.

The long sword took the form of Han Muye, holding a golden-black flame in his palm.

This golden-black flame is clearly the power of the God that was previously attached to the Spirit-Gathering God!

One sword cut into pieces the means of God’s end!

"Boy, you have some skills. With your level of swordsmanship, I'm still here...forget it, that happened countless eons ago."

The scattered golden light reunited, and the black clouds that had previously pressed against the other gods gathered together, turning into a heroic young man wearing a black robe and a high black crown.

"I was originally born and became the Creator three thousand kalpas ago."

"One calamity is three hundred and thirty million years, so I have almost forgotten some things."

The heroic young man glanced at everyone in the hall.

"It has been many years since I have communicated with the realm below the Creator."

I haven’t communicated with the Creator for many years.

Everyone in the main hall had expressions of reverence on their faces.

It is a rare thing to be able to face a strong person in the God's End Realm, whether it is chance or disaster.

"I have stayed at the peak realm of the Creator for about two thousand eons, right?"

"Later I got tired."

"He entered the realm of God."

…

tired.

At the end of trance.

Is this the end of God?

Even a peak-level Creator gets tired sometimes?

Han Muye looked at the Original Creator in front of him, and suddenly felt a touch in his heart.

The reason why I was able to break the power of Shen Mo with one sword just now was because of my obsession.

On the other hand, the original creator fell into the end of God because he lost his obsession in his heart?

"Shenmo does not originate from the outside, but originates from the inside?" Han Muye couldn't help but ask.

After asking this question, Han Muye felt a glimmer of excitement flash across Yuansheng's body.

"It's rare. Your understanding is indeed the most difficult to find in the same realm."

Yuansheng nodded appreciatively and said calmly: "Shen Mo, you must be tired."

The Creator got tired and entered the final state of God.

That is to say, in fact, the realm of the Creator is the pinnacle of worldly cultivation, but at the end of the world, it has already gone downhill.

But that kind of divine power from the inside out has power beyond the level of the Creator.

Devour, impregnate, destroy.

Things must be reversed when they reach their extremes?

Han Muye was also unable to deduce that level of power.

Not only him, but other deities also looked pale at this time and did not dare to speak.

They are also unable to deduce the level mentioned by the Original Creator.

"No need to think about it, Shenmo will come as soon as he comes."

"If you want to experience the end of God, you must first go to the Creator."

The Original Creator looked at everyone and chuckled: "But with your qualifications and qualifications, it is impossible to reach the Creator."

His eyes fell on Han Muye, and the Origin Creator said calmly: "Your chances are not great either."

It is impossible for several gods.

Han Muye's chances are slim.

This is the difference.

Just these words made everyone look at Han Muye differently.

"Let's not go too far."

"I need your help."

The Original Creator looked at the people in the hall and spoke calmly.

He said he needed help, but his expression and words clearly showed no intention of asking for help.

"Lord Creator, if you have any questions, just ask me." Lord Yunjiang hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and spoke in a low voice.

He didn't dare not agree.
To be continued...