The moment Han Muye closed his eyes, cyan sword lights intertwined, tore through the void, and appeared directly behind Han Muye.

This instantly breaks the space barrier.

But the strange thing is that there is no trace of blood on the swords that shuttled behind Han Muye.

Because Han Muye is no longer there.

At this time, he stood behind the broken sword, holding a wooden staff in his left hand, and reached out with his right hand to grab the blade of the broken sword.

"After all, it is a dead thing without spirituality. It is difficult to tell where the immortal energy comes from."

Han Muye whispered coldly, and the fairy light shone in his palm, wrapping the broken sword!

From the beginning to the end, the green immortal energy penetrating the body was an illusion.

In other words, the immortal energy that penetrated his body had clearly been refined by him using a whip.

But Broken Sword, who controls the immortal energy, doesn't know.

Because this sword has no power.

"Buzz——"

The broken sword vibrated, and the sword edge directly cut through the cyan fairy light in Han Muye's palm.

But more fairy light penetrated into it, allowing Broken Sword to slowly calm down.

As the broken sword fell into place, the dead bones standing around it slowly fell into pieces.

Sword Master Yuan Tian looked pale, turned around and looked at Han Muye.

His eyes also fell on the broken sword in Han Muye's hand.

After just one glance, his eyes turned to the grass whip again.

"This sword, this wooden staff, seems..." Sword Master Yuan Tian frowned slightly.

It seems that he has seen both of these things, and has even interacted with him.

But he couldn't remember anything at this time.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, with a trace of nervousness on his face.

Since the last time he explored the sword pill given to him by Ying Yang, he has become more careful.

For those powerful men with supreme cultivation, traveling through time and space to kill him is just one blow.

Will the consciousness of a strong person reside in the sword of the God Emperor?

After pondering for a moment, sword energy still slowly emerged from his palm.

This sword of the God Emperor can almost be said to be the only treasure that can reveal the secrets of the fairy world.

If he didn't investigate again today, he might have obsessions in his heart.

"Buzz——"

The sword energy entered the sword body, and the broken sword began to twist, and the entire sword body seemed to directly turn into nothingness.

Han Muye clenched his palms tightly, letting the broken sword feel the bone-chilling coldness, and the power on it tore apart the immortal energy in his palms.

All his thoughts were in his mind. If there was anything wrong, he would immediately cut off his connection with the broken sword.

"when--"

"when--"

The picture appeared in his mind, and the crisp sound of percussion came.

Forged swords.

It was not an ordinary forging method, but a forging technique that Han Muye had never seen before.

Ten Taoists in green robes surrounded a forging platform, all using their souls to use green and red hammers to continuously hit the sword embryo on the forging platform.

Understand the art of separation and forging of the Yuling Fairy Spirit.

Faeries separated?

Han Muye's eyes fell on the sword embryo.

At this time, the immortal energy was slowly poured into the sword embryo, and the spiritual energy was tempered out.

So, this sword is refined in the immortal world. Can the power of spiritual energy be known with the power of immortals?

It seems not enough.

Han Muye deduced while watching the sword take shape in the picture.

"Go and send this sword to the Immortal Transformation Pond, and kill all the ants from the lower world who failed to ascend to mortal form and transform into immortals to temper the sword."

A voice sounded, and the sword was held in hand, heading towards an empty pool.

Jade-colored stone steps, green pool water, thousands of feet in radius, steaming like mist on the water.

Figures stood in the pool one after another.

"They are all great monks!"

Han Muye shouted softly.

As seen in the picture, all the figures with their eyes closed in the pool, whether they are humans, monsters, or strange beasts, are extremely powerful.

No one is less than the master of cause and effect.

Some of these figures are covered with fairy light and their faces are full of joy, while others have spiritual light and fairy light intertwined in them, making it difficult to separate them.

More of it is the fairy light that shuttles through the body, and the spiritual light occupies the main body.

The long sword he was holding flew up and jumped directly into the pool.

Han Muye could see that the long sword turned into a giant beast and swallowed up all the great monks who were covered in aura.

Be it a deity or a semi-saint.

Anyone who was not imbued with immortal energy would be swallowed up in one bite.

"The power of eating souls!"

At this moment, Han Muye finally understood why the sword of the God Emperor held back the might of the world.

This sword can directly devour all spiritual practitioners.

In other words, this sword is the nemesis of spiritual practitioners in the world.

Anyone who cultivates spiritual energy can only surrender in front of this sword.

But among the practitioners in the world, who doesn’t practice spiritual energy?

Even practitioners of the demonic path, as well as Buddhists and demons, are actually nourished by spiritual energy in their bodies.

This power is the existence suppressed and devoured by the God Emperor's sword.

Sure enough, after this long sword returned from the Immortal Transformation Pond, it was placed in a wooden box. When it was opened again, it was already in the Divine Courtyard.

This sword is the supreme treasure of the Divine Court of Suppression and has been passed down from generation to generation to the guardians of the Divine Court.

These guardians of the divine court are the divine emperors.

It's just that in the immortal world, they are just ordinary disciples in a guarding sect.

In their opinion, the glory of the God Emperor in this world is not as good as the generous rewards after completing the guard mission.

They worked hard to attract more practitioners to ascend to the Immortal Platform, and then exchange for their own guarding rewards.

"Ascending Immortal Platform, Immortal Transformation Pond..."

Han Muye felt ice-cold all over his body.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the broken jade bones around him.

These are all practitioners who stepped onto the Ascension Platform and did not survive in the Immortal Transformation Pond.

Perhaps many of these people are the ancestors of this world.

This is the secret of Shengxian Terrace!

Countless powerful ancestors stepped onto the Immortal Platform, but were killed and devoured like ants, and turned into withered bones here namelessly.

How ironic is the word "Shengxian"!

"Buzz——"

Broken Sword seemed to feel the anger and hatred in Han Mu's ambition, and began to tremble continuously.

The surrounding void also began to change.

The bluestone platform collapsed, and all the immortal energy swirled and turned into a vortex.

Figures of terrifying beasts appeared one after another.

In the void, the immortal energy tore all the elixirs and spiritual fruits around into pieces, and then pulled the power from them into chains, sealing the void for thousands of miles.

In front of Han Muye, chains intertwined with those jade bones and elixirs, and then merged with the terrifying beasts gathered by the power of death, turning into faceless soldiers holding long swords.
To be continued...