Chapter 872 - 872 Behind the Scenes is a Sacrifice (2)
872 Behind the Scenes is a Sacrifice (2)
If 32 worlds entered the Heavenly Mystic World at the same time, it would be difficult for the Heavenly Dao to control the Heavenly Mystic World.
The Heavenly Mystic front was filled with joy. Countless soldiers who thought that they would not survive roared.
Lu Yang stood in front of the formation with a complicated expression.
As expected, Minister Han had a trump card that belonged to him.
The military formation in his hands was not the true trump card of the Heavenly Mystic.
From the beginning to the end, the Heavenly Mystic World had other choices.
“The Confucianist Alliance, an ally of the Sword Dao, and the return of the Desolate Wilderness. Now, so many Desolate Wilderness demons have arrived.” Xiao Lingshan looked at the sky and said softly, “It’s Minister Han after all”
Every time, Han Muye revealed a trump card that was beyond everyone’s expectations.
Be it Xiao Lingshan, Lu Yang, or those happy soldiers, they knew nothing about how powerful the enemies of the Heavenly Mystic were.
The Qilin, who was standing in the air, let go of the saber and spear in his hands. He slowly turned around and looked at the calm Han Muye behind him.
“Did you already know?”
The Qilin stared at Han Muye.
Han Muye shook his head, then nodded. “I made a guess, but I was not sure who it was.
“I didn’t expect it to be the Yuling Dao Palace either.”
The top forces of the Daoist Faction had suppressed the entire place where the Ancient Gods had fallen for countless years.
The thought of becoming enemies with such a force was terrifying.
A golden stream of light landed in front of Han Muye.
He reached out to catch it and probed with his divine senses.
“Minister Wen?
“It seems that Minister Wen is also afraid that I will lose my confidence and want to reveal some Heavenly Mystic trump card to me.” Han Muye chuckled and disappeared.
Following the guidance of the golden light, he flew quickly as if he was going to pass through the void.
The void was the void, but it was not the void. The void was filled with stars and countless meteors and demons. The void was the void.
That void was the true destruction of this world.
“Boom!”
A spiritual light exploded, and the faint immortal light around Han Muye raised a barrier.
In front of him, the explosions never stopped.
This place between nothingness and the void was actually where countless strong warriors were fighting!
Wen Mosheng, who was dressed in white, held a green folding fan in his hand. When he opened and closed it, clouds surged for thousands of miles, transforming the world.
A monk’s staff blocked it, shattering the mountains and rivers.
Every spear in Chen Qingzhi’s hand could pierce through endless worlds. In front of him, several Daoists used spells and divine powers to manifest worlds.
The battle here was the true main battlefield!
Compared to the battle between armies, every strike here could destroy the world and cause the land of the Dao Competition to collapse.
Chen Qingzhi and Wen Mosheng were not fighting alone.
Beside them, there were many sword cultivators and Daoists in green robes. There were also many Confucian cultivators. Every one of them was above the Heaven Realm.
This was definitely not something that the Heavenly Mystic could have.
Sword Pavilion.
The sword light flashed, and the phantom of the six-story pavilion was the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion.
Was the Nine-Story Sword Pavilion behind the battle in the Upper Three Heavens?
An ink brush appeared in Wen Mosheng’s hand. The ink stained the world, and the world in the void suddenly became colorful.
The ink was divided into five colors, and the world seemed to have a spirituality.
This attack was similar to his Sword Dao.
Heaven and earth were shattered and mountains and rivers were established again.
The Dao of Breaking and Building.
The cultivation world had always been a cycle. There was always a balance between breaking and building.
But between this balance, who was the sacrifice?
Han Muye’s eyes flickered.
If the Land of the Great Dao could not win, it would be directly destroyed and turned into nothingness. The Land of the Great Dao would manifest and become a new world.
The old world would be abandoned.
This was a true battle between Almighties.
Between gains and losses was the life and death of a world.
Han Muye thought that he was shouldering the Heavenly Mystic World, but it turned out that the Heavenly Mystic World was already dispensable to the mighty figures.
Was he still too weak?
“Do you still have the confidence to fight against Yuling Dao Palace?” Wen Mosheng’s voice sounded. A figure in a white robe landed in front of him. He put away the folding fan in his hand and looked calm.
The battle in front of them had temporarily stopped. Chen Qingzhi also flew down.
“Hehe, I didn’t expect you to do this either.”
“Endless Divine Venerables, 32 tribes of the Desolate Wilderness. Even we can’t do it.” Chen Qingzhi’s eyes were filled with admiration.
Han Muye felt that these two guys were playing the good cop and bad cop now, afraid that he would run away.
If the Heavenly Mystic was really hard to support, he would run to the Endless Sea and leave behind a mess. He would see if these two guys could still be so carefree.
Han Muye glanced around and said calmly, “So the Dao competition is just a show. The real battle has already begun in the Upper Three Heavens?”
Wen Mosheng smiled. Beside him, a sword cultivator with a long sword on his back nodded and said, “That’s right. Yuling Dao Palace wants to sacrifice this world to open the seal of the Immortal Ascension Platform.”
“What we can do is to protect this world. Otherwise, no one knows what will happen if the seal on the Immortal Ascension Platform is broken.”
When the seal on the Immortal Ascension Platform was lifted, the experts of the Immortal World would descend. The cultivators of this world would also be summoned and ascend to the Immortal World.
However, the key was what the Immortal World looked like. What would happen to those cultivators who ascended?
For the unknown, choosing to be conservative was also a good choice.
Therefore, the Sword Pavilion objected to opening the seal.
It was funny to say that the Yuling Dao Palace, which had always been conservative, was about to open the seal.
However, after thinking about it carefully, it was normal.
The Sword Pavilion might be strong, but their strength lay in being invincible against those of the same level.
There was only one true pinnacle expert in the Sword Sect who had reached the Ninth Level of the Sword Pavilion.