In front of Han Muye, a huge divine beast walked slowly.

Each step caused the surrounding rocks to vibrate and roll down.

The body is huge, like a mountain, covered with golden scales, each of which is shining with mysterious light.

The eyes are like two bright stars, deep and full of power.

The huge dragon's tail swung in the darkness, rolling up a powerful airflow.

"brave troops?"

Gluttony, ruthless, can hunt down the gods.

This is a kind of celestial beast in the Abyss of the Ten Thousand Spirits.

In the Divine Abyss, any strange divine beast can survive.

Han Muye held a long sword in his hand and stared at the divine beast in front of him.

He felt the pressure from Pixiu, which was a kind of power from ancient times, powerful and mysterious.

No, it's the dimension!

The power structure in this Pixiu is not in this dimension at all!

Han Muye's eyes shine with light!

He finally understood why he felt completely different after he arrived at the Divine Abyss, because he became more and more real after he had no origin and the power of life and death in creation.

Is the Creator's power not real enough?

"roar!"

Without giving Han Muye a chance to think deeply, the Pixiu had already opened its mouth and a golden light hit him in front of his head.

"kill."

Han Muye shouted softly, and the long sword in his hand sprinkled with the crisscrossing sword light, colliding with the golden light of the Pixiu, making a deafening roar.

Golden light is substantial!

Han Muye's sword light was full of thunder. Every sword was slashed out as if it was about to tear the space in front of him.

However, even such a sword power cannot break the golden light outside the body of the Pixiu.

Real and illusory, Han Muye's sword seems to be transforming.

The sword light and the golden light intertwined into a magnificent picture.

The sound of swords and the roar echoed in the abyss, as if it were the sound of an ancient war song.

Every time Han Muye attacks, he has a real understanding of his own swordsmanship.

The Pixiu beast's eyes showed doubts, and its body did not move at all at all to slowly starting to avoid it.

"Haha, the Sword of Truth, that's it!"

Han Muye smiled long ago, and the sword light in his hand suddenly condensed.

A dazzling sword light turned into a meteor and slashed at Pixiu with one sword.

An irresistible sword energy pointed directly at the heart of the Pixiu with a sharp sound of breaking the wind.

Looking at the sword light, Pixiu's eyes were full of fear and turned around and was about to run away.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"boom--"

The sword light caught up with the body of Pixiu, and the sword light gathered, causing the surrounding dark world to burst into brightness.

Under this earth-shaking blow, Pixiu's body trembled suddenly, and a deep sword mark appeared on the golden scales.

Blood gushed out of the wound, dyeing the surrounding rocks red.

"roar--"

It let out a mournful cry, and its huge body trembled under the sword light.

Then, it suddenly roared to the sky, and the golden light in its body instantly dimmed, and finally fell to the ground.

When everything returned to peace, only Han Muye was standing with a sword in the abyss.

There was still the blood of the Pixiu remaining on his long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed to the depths of the darkness.

His figure seemed so lonely and tenacious in the abyss, like an eternal brilliance.

"reality……"

Looking up, Han Muye's eyes fell on the mountain-like body of Pixiu.

It did not turn into blood stones, nor did it dissipate the spiritual light, but a pile of flesh and blood bodies there.

He walked forward slowly, and he cut a piece of flesh and blood with his long sword and then put it into his mouth.

A faint smell of fishy smell is hard to bite.

"This thing needs to be roasted."

With a whisper, endless glory shone in Han Muye's eyes.

Since entering the upper plane, he has not seen a monster that can leave his body for countless years.

The bodies of those powerful monsters will turn into bloodstones and into original power.

That is because the power is too strong and returns to the original world.

Now, at the bottom of the divine abyss where the original power cannot be gathered, Han Muye has tasted the real taste of flesh and blood of the divine beast for the first time.

Han Muye raised his hand and waved it, and a flame rose.

But looking at the flames in front of him, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

The body of Pixiu, which was pressing on the flames, was not burning at all on the huge body.

The illusory flames cannot burn the real world!

It is difficult to show strength here.

The long sword slashed on the stone beside it. The huge collision force made the stone rise with a blazing flame, and the stone instantly turned red.

Han Muye's long sword cut a piece of flesh and blood and threw it on the stone.

"Sher—"

The scorching aroma of meat drifts away.

This is a mellow fragrance that makes people unable to stop, which exudes the power that is different from the origin but is the same as the origin.

Unable to wait to put a piece of meat into his mouth, Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief.

happy.

Full.

That's how it feels.

It was not until this time that he felt the difference between the Divine Abyss and other places.

No wonder those powerful people in the divine realm are fighting hard here.

After stepping through the Breaking Void Realm, these divine realms can feel the emptiness and shortcomings of the original power.

The bodies of these divine beasts in the Divine Abyss can make up for this emptiness.

Han Muye could feel his body's desire for meat, and the feeling of making up for the lack of higher dimensions was so strong.

"Haha, someone actually killed the Pixiu beast here."

A surprise sounded in the distance.

"He is a master, even a divine beast like Pixiu can be killed."

On the other side, someone flew in front of Han Muye with a long smile.

Seeing the sword in Han Muye's hand, the man who was flying down smiled: "Sword Dao becomes a god?"

"Who was here last time? He held a sword and was chased by two sky-devouring beasts in this divine abyss for 30 million miles."

The flying man was wearing a blue armor, looking about 40 years old and tall.

He carried a long knife on his back, and without hesitation, he drew the knife and went straight forward to cut a piece of the Pixiu that Han Muye cut, and then sent it to his mouth to lick it, revealing a hint of intoxication on his face.

"Yes, that's the taste."

The long knife in his hand tightly held it, and a blue-gray breath flowed on the blade.

The long knife instantly burned, roasting the piece of meat, and the aroma was everywhere.

Han Muye ignored him and cut another piece of meat himself and put it on the stone in front of him to roast it.

At this time, a tall and thin old man in a black robe on the other side had already arrived in front of the Pixiu, and a hint of greed appeared on his face.

But when he saw the big man holding a knife, his face changed and he turned around and wanted to leave.
To be continued...