Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1416 Deja vu, Primordial Battle Armor! (3)

However, all the injuries were on his chest and abdomen. His back was unscathed.

"Kill—"

Sensing Han Muye's prying, the black-armored phantom shouted and rushed over.

Han Muye stabbed out with his sword and hit the black armor, unscathed.

He moved and turned to crash into the black mountain range below.

It was a mountain with a faint illusory shadow.

There were countless such mountains at the bottom of the Heavenly Abyss.

Ruins Realm.

Han Muye landed on the mountain and instantly fused into it.

The battle puppet behind him hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

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The black-armored phantom punched down and collided with the illusory black mountain range, causing a loud bang.

The Ruins Realm was formed by the power of death and other calamities that had yet to disappear, fusing with the obsession of the soul of a mighty figure.

The power of the Ruins Realm and the power of death were repulsive and wanted to attract each other, but they came from the same source.

The black-armored phantom's attack collided with the mountain and was directly absorbed.

"He entered the Ruins Realm with his real body?"

The black-armored phantom muttered.

"Alright, then I'll enter the Ruins Realm and kill you."

"Everything you have is mine."

He crashed into the Ruins Realm, leaving only a broken black armor that quietly fused into the mountains and disappeared.

When Han Muye landed in the Ruins Realm, he had already sensed the situation here.

The power of the Ruins Realm was about to be exhausted, and it was difficult to condense the Heavenly Abyss Pearl. Even the various resources were basically exhausted.

This place was only a few days away from Ten Thousand Magnificence City. If not for the fact that there were no benefits, countless people would have come.

The power of heaven and earth in this Ruins Realm could only be maintained for about 300 times the time in the outside world. The place was even smaller, only a million miles wide.

This was much weaker than the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm that had existed for 10,000 years.

In this Ruins Realm, the strongest power could only be a peak Heaven Immortal?

Han Muye, who had entered the Ruins Realm with his real body, smiled.

That made things easier.

"Boohoo—"

The voices of a group of wild monkeys could be heard. Han Muye looked around and his gaze landed on a pale golden monkey.

When he stepped into this place just now, he deliberately followed closely behind the soul of the Puppet Fighter.

The soul of the battle puppet was the remnant soul of Wu Zhiqi back then and had its own consciousness.

At this moment, his soul transformed into a golden monkey.

Han Muye smiled and waved his hand, guiding the little monkey onto his arm.

"This place is beautiful, how about calling it Flower Fruit Mountain?" He looked at the little monkey and said, "So, what should I call you?"

"Sun Wuju. How about it?"

In any case, the little monkey did not know how to speak. If he said that Sun Wuju was not afraid, so be it.

In the Ruins Realm, Han Muye led the little monkey around.

There were three dynasties in the Ruins Realm, and there were a few cultivation forces.

When he entered the Heavenly Tang Empire, he first trained in the martial world and became known as the Heavenly Sword Venerable. Then, he stepped into the royal court and became a consecrated figure of the Heavenly Tang Empire.

In 60 years, the name of the Heavenly Sword Venerable spread throughout Heavenly Tang. Among the three countries, he was invincible.

A hundred years later, Heavenly Sword Venerable no longer took action. The golden boy under him, Sun Wuju, walked the martial world with his sword.

Heavenly Tang, Mystic Qin, Mochu.

In the martial world of the three countries, Sun Wuju fought with his sword alone.

A fearless Sword Sage.

This was the name Sun Wuju had left behind in a hundred years.

A hundred years later, Sun Wuju returned with his sword.

In the Heavenly Tang City, by the side of the Xuanyuan Sword Pool, a young man in a white robe stood with a sword on his back.

Beside him was a burly man in black armor.

"Luo Kun, don't worry. My master is actually very easygoing.

"In my hundred years of traveling the martial world, you're the only one who has my temper.

"I brought you into my master's sect. In the future, your cultivation and strength might surpass mine."

The young man looked relaxed as he looked at the three-story attic behind the Sword Pool in front of him.

In the attic, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

His gaze fell on the black-armored man.

Primordial armor.

Interesting.

The God Slaying Battle Puppet did not have its own memories after entering the Ruins Realm because it was formed by Wu Zhiqi's remnant soul.

From the looks of it, the phantom in the Primordial Armor should also be the remnant soul of some powerful being?

"After returning from the sword martial world, you're still a young man. You're fearless. Have you comprehended anything after a hundred years of cultivation?"

Han Muye moved and landed on the sword pool, hovering in mid-air.

"I have some understanding." Sun Wuju nodded.

"They're all too weak. How boring."

He looked at Han Muye and spoke very seriously.

Beside him, the black-armored man grinned.

"All right, from today on, I will teach you the true art of cultivation." With a single sentence, Han Muye made Sun Wuju and the big man in black armor light up.

"Do you want to learn too?" Han Muye asked, looking at the big man in black armor.

The big man eagerly nodded.

Han Muye glanced at the two of them and said calmly, "Tell me, what do you want to learn?"