Chapter 1497 - 1497 Remember, Guard Kunwu Well
1497 Remember, Guard Kunwu Well
True spirit.
The True Spirit Realm was equivalent to an Immortal Venerable outside the Ruins Realm. It was an existence that controlled the power of the rules.
The rules were the Heaven and Earth powers of a calamity.
To be able to become a true spirit in the Great Desolate was because one’s strength had obtained the recognition and enhancement of the Great Desolate.
At this moment, from dozens of miles away, Jin Yutao, the Marquis of Ming City, only raised his hand, and the swords that flew out from behind Han Muye were directly imprisoned.
That was the rule.
Below the true spirit level, there was no solution at all.
Han Muye’s figure and the sword on his back were all frozen.
“Sigh, the difference in strength is too great,” the Enlightenment Beast, who had transformed into a three-eyed white cat, whispered.
A true spirit was a true spirit. A ninth-level Essence Spirit would always only be a ninth-level Essence Spirit.
The experts of the various races around also shook their heads.
A pointless sacrifice was really not worth it.
Perhaps he did not know how strong a true spirit was at all?
This was a difference in strength that could not be made up for.
Even if Han Muye had all kinds of methods, he could not break free from the rules of the Marquis of Ming City.
“He’s just an ant.” The Marquis of Ming City sneered, and a dark saber light slashed at Han Muye’s head. His gaze had already turned to the three-eyed white cat at the side.
Enlightened Beast.
If the people from the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom wanted it, he wanted it too!
The bloodline power of the Enlightenment Beast and the secrets hidden in its body were all needed by True Spirit experts.
The saber light slashed down, and his other hand was already pressing down on the enlightened beast.
The Enlightenment Beast exclaimed and fled.
“Clang—”
At this moment, a clear sound of swords colliding could be heard.
Jin Yutao was stunned for a moment before slowly turning his head.
Ahead, his slash was blocked.
Han Muye held a long sword against the long blade.
A ninth level Essence Spirit blocked a saber strike from a True Spirit Realm expert?
Everyone was confused.
His gaze fell on Han Muye, and someone whispered, “What armor is he wearing?”
At this moment, Han Muye was wearing a set of pale golden armor.
The armor was broken, and it could be seen that there were cracks everywhere.
However, this set of armor directly allowed his strength to reach the True Spirit Realm.
“This armor seems to have a primordial aura.”
Not far away, the true spirit expert of the Iron-Winged Dragon Race, who was blocking the human experts who came with Jin Yutao, frowned and stared at Han Muye’s armor.
He had never seen this armor-piercing technique before, but the power transmitted by this armor made him feel familiar.
“This, this armor—”
Jin Yutao stared at Han Muye’s damaged armor.
He had seen this armor before.
His Majesty once wore this armor, undefeated in battle!
Could the person in front of him have a connection with His Majesty?
Otherwise, how could he possess the same armor as His Majesty?
The long knife’s dark blade flashed as Jin Yutao hesitated and did not dare to strike again.
His Majesty was capricious, a person who didn’t care about the life and death of everyone.
But His Majesty also valued friendship immensely.
He stopped, but Han Muye didn’t.
Taking advantage of this moment, Han Muye’s black Primordial Battle Armor covered his body, and the sword in his hand condensed the power of the armor.
The Primordial Armor had the power to suppress an Immortal Venerable.
Even if this armor was broken, it could resist the power of the true spirit.
With the armor on, Han Muye could feel the power of heaven and earth constantly being extracted.
It turned the world around him into a vacuum and rejected the Heaven and Earth powers.
The power of the Primordial Armor lay in its rejection of the power of heaven and earth.
There were profound divine patterns on the armor. The material was also a treasure from the Primordial Era, so it could suppress all the rules outside the Primordial Era.
It could even withstand a calamity.
It formed a space and a world of its own!
The Primordial Armor expelled the Rule Force around him, and Han Muye could finally move.
He stabbed out with his sword, and sword light gathered into a pagoda.
Sword tower.
“I see!”
At this moment, he understood.
Why would there be a treasure like the Nine Essence Sword Tower?
Why did the gathering of swords have the power to seal and not collapse?
Because the other party was too strong and his strength was too dense, the sword light could not break through his defense. He could only rely on the power of the rules to constantly wear it down.
He had no choice but to seal the town.
To sword cultivators, if they could kill an enemy with one strike, they would have long drawn their swords and killed him without needing to do anything else.
“Suppress!”
The sword tower condensed from sword light smashed down on Jin Yutao’s head.
Jin Yutao narrowed his eyes, anger surging on his face.
How many people in this world had the ability to seal themselves?
How many people in this world were qualified to seal themselves?
In any case, this kid opposite him was definitely not qualified!
Without waiting any longer, Jin Yutao roared angrily and slashed out with the long saber in his palm, bringing with it a dark light.
“Slash—”
The sword tower broke.
How could Han Muye’s sword be a match for the saber of a True Spirit Realm expert?
The sword pagoda was cut apart, but it did not shatter. Instead, it turned into two sword towers.
Han Muye raised his hands and placed the sword techniques side by side.
“Suppress—”
The two sword towers smashed down on Jin Yutao’s head again.
Jin Yutao snorted and took a step forward. The knife in his hand turned illusory.
“Bang!”
This time, the two sword towers shook and slowly shattered.
But as the sword towers shattered, they did not turn into nothingness as imagined; instead, they split into several long swords.
These sword towers were originally condensed from long swords.
Han Muye put his hands together and raised them above his head.
The power of the Primordial Armor on his body was instantly poured in, turning into a thousand-foot-long golden-armored general.
The general raised his sword and slashed it down.
“Bang!”
Jin Yutao took a step back.
It was just a step.
However, in the eyes of the surrounding people, this step was earth-shattering.
Using the power of the primordial spirit to force back the true spirit!
No matter what armor Han Muye was wearing, this step meant that an ant had shaken an elephant.