People from the plane of heaven.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the figure walking out of the Tianmen.

The origin is perfect.

It is not the perfection of the Great Way that practitioners in this universe strive for all their lives, but the perfection of the original source when they are born.

This is the benefit of the upper planes.

What is ordinary in some people is the end that others seek in this life.

For a practitioner in this dimension to pursue for a lifetime and reach the pinnacle level, it is just a matter of reaching the perfection of the great path.

"Haha, the road is perfect..." Nielong also cast his gaze on that figure, with a hint of disappointment on his face.

"From the ancient times to the level of overlord, I have gone through a total of 3,120 transformations, and experienced countless devouring and fighting."

"It took me fifty million years to cultivate my original power to a perfect level."

Nielong was the overlord of the prehistoric era. He had gone through endless hardships to achieve his current level of fighting power.

But in the entire plane and the universe, how many overlord-level experts are there?

"Don't be jealous of the fact that I was born with a perfect origin in the Celestial Plane. The Celestial Plane was originally just like you incomplete planes. It was the ancestors who fought hard and fought hard for generations to become what we are today."

The young man outside the Tianmen seemed to have heard the evil dragon's whisper, with a bit of a smile on his face: "Why can your one practice be worth the hardships of my ancestors in the Heavenly Plane?"

After the young man said this, he shook his head and raised his hand to collect the falling dzi beads.

A powerful man in this plane was killed by the Tianmen guards and turned into a Dzi Bead.

The quality of these Dzi beads are basically of the first grade, and they are also top-notch treasures in the plane of heaven.

It's just that the gate of heaven is not always open, and there are rare times of great harvest.

The smile on the young man's face became even bigger, and he reached out his hand to grab the hundreds of first-grade Dzi beads that were attracted to him.

Although the duty of guarding Tianmen for thousands of years is boring, who would have thought that such an opportunity would come?

The opportunity to harvest comes only once in countless years.

At this time, in the pillar of light hanging in the sky, those powerful people who stepped into it could only be surrounded and killed by lightning.

So what if they were once the top experts in the universe?

So what if they are super first-grade celestial monsters?

The king of the Canaanites is no harder than a piece of tissue paper.

The sword in the guard's hand at the Tianmen Gate shone brightly, causing the lightning to scatter, and each strike could shatter several bodies.

In the pillar of light, those strong men who were originally contented with their ambitions now seemed like bereft dogs.

"Haha, what kind of opportunity comes at what price? When can you get something for nothing in this world?" Nie Long hung peacefully on the stone pillar, with a trace of emotion on his face.

The figures on the stone pillars all had silent expressions on their faces.

They have seen this scene too many times today.

Even, weren't they once one of these people?

The Dzi beads were scattered, and the young man in front of the Tianmen had a smile on his face.

"Buzz——"

At this moment, the gathered dzi beads suddenly shook and then scattered in all directions.

Below, Han Muye pressed his palms on the altar, his body shining with golden light.

The rays of spiritual light shone through, causing the divine patterns on the altar to turmoil, turning into a swirling and intertwined force.

"Control the altar..."

"How is it possible? No one has been able to control the Heaven Altar since it was built!"

"Here, who can tell me how the Heaven Altar can be controlled?"

Countless exclamations came from the square stone pillar.

At this time, Han Muye poured all his strength into his body, struggling to gather the golden divine light one after another, and then turned it into a series of light gates.

These light doors hit the sky-high light pillar.

"Ten breaths, it's up to you whether you can survive or not."

His voice was hoarse and weak.

Buy ten breaths of time for those practitioners who are trapped in the pillar of light.

In the pillar of light, those practitioners who were already desperate rushed out in panic.

The road to the sky was actually broken open, and countless strong men from all sides fled.

"Looking for death." The young man in front of the light gate's face darkened.

"After the altar was built back then, it has reached a contract with my plane of heaven. The road to heaven is a matter of life and death. Today you are breaking the rules."

The young man stared at Han Muye, with murderous intent surging on his face.

"Heavenly Guard, kill him."

He shouted lowly, and the group of warriors with a hundred golden armors behind him rushed out.

The bright light of the sword triggered thunder and struck Han Muye head-on.

"Line up." Huang Zhihu did not hesitate, activating the battle formation composed of elites behind him and rushing towards the golden-armored generals.

But the warrior at the head just waved his long sword in his hand, and a cyan sword curtain blocked all the space in front of him.

This is the origin of perfection and the power of the rules of the great road in this aspect.

Innate crushing.

It makes no sense.

The sword array that could fight the overlord could only retreat under the light of this sword.

"boom--"

The battle formation composed of 30,000 elites was forced back with a single blow, and everyone turned pale.

Only Huang Zhihu clenched his sword, let out a long roar, and flew forward.

If he wants to kill her adoptive father, he must kill her first.

"This girl is pretty good." On a stone pillar, a woman wearing a green robe showed a slight smile on her face.

Han Muye put one hand on the altar and looked up at the sky.

Heavenly Guard.

The war puppets of Galaxy Universe were born out of these heavenly guards.

Each heavenly guard has the power of perfect origin and controls the power of rules.

Moreover, these heavenly guards still possess the power of thunder and are blessed by the power of one dimension.

"boom--"

The thunder struck down directly above Han Muye's head and turned into a pillar of thunder light.

The domineering aura emanating from this beam of light is terrifying.

This is the power of thunder that can shatter a galaxy!

This is a rule transformed by thunder, which can span the long river of time without being destroyed!

"Is this kid okay?" There was a trace of hesitation on Canglong's face, and he turned to look at Nielong.

"You are not a good practitioner of the Way of Thunder. Can you come to the rescue?"

Phoenix on the side spoke.

The Way of Thunder is well cultivated.

Nielong cast his gaze in the direction of Han Muye.

I have cultivated the Thunder Way quite well, but compared to that kid, I am still far behind, right?

Nie Long snorted and turned his head.

He was too lazy to look.

Phoenix sighed softly.

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In the distance, the scattered strong men from all sides had complicated expressions as they looked at the lightning that struck Han Muye's head.

They were rescued by Han Muye, but they did not dare to rescue Han Muye.

They cannot stop this perfect thunder.

Many people turned their heads in shame.
To be continued...