Chapter 930 - 930 The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (6)
930 The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (6)
The Divine Court puppet holding the long saber stood in place and raised the long saber in its hand again.
Dang Wuyou’s murderous aura rose from his body, slowly fading into the puppet, as if merging with it.
“Han Muye, I have never been afraid to fight against Wen Mosheng for 10,000 years.
“Because he’s too complacent and lacks sharpness.
“But you’re different.” Dang Wuyou’s eyes glinted with a solid killing intent as he looked at Han Muye.
It didn’t matter if it was appreciation or cooperation.
In the end, they would still have to meet in life and death.
Since it was a matter of life and death, there was no way to hold back.
Dang Wuyou was a powerful and formidable figure.
He had been able to suppress the Immortal Spirit World for countless years, relying not only on his formidable combat power, but also on his ruthless means.
At this moment, his ambitious and ruthless aura was on full display.
“Han Muye, let me tell you a secret.
“I’ve already reached an agreement with the Spiritual Armored Demons. If the Upper Three Heavens sacrifices this world after the Dao War, they will attack.
“With the power of their clan, they can definitely hold off the Upper Three Heavens and make the sacrifice in vain.
“Our Immortal Spirit World will exist forever.
“Unfortunately, you won’t be able to see any of it.”
Perhaps it was because it was the final battle, and with Han Muye’s sword light shattered behind him, Dang Wuyou became more confident in his words.
His killing intent finally condensed into a thread, merging with the puppet behind him.
The long sword was raised, and the killing intent and fighting intent merged into a terrifying aura, transforming into a white tiger.
“Ancient Sword Intent.”
“Mountain and River Severing, it’s really Mountain and River Severing…”
“How could this Divine Court Puppet be an ancient powerhouse who had already ascended to the immortal world…”
The Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao battle all exclaimed in surprise.
An ancient powerhouse who had already ascended to the Immortal World. Why would he become a puppet and appear in this world?
Mountain and River Severing.
Although Han Muye did not recognize this sword move, he could sense the ancient powerhouse’s willpower it carried.
The killing intent that had condensed on the sword made his whole body shiver.
This slash was extremely powerful.
If he couldn’t block this saber, the Heavenly Mystic World behind him would be directly shattered by it.
The mountains and rivers could be shattered.
It was only interesting to fight against such a strong opponent.
Han Muye squinted his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his face.
He pointed his long sword forward, and behind him, the sword lights on the seven-story sword tower converged again.
In his back, 30 million sword weapons in the nine-story sword tower trembled and turned into a long dragon of sword lights.
“Senior, I have a sword. It was formed from the inheritance of the ancient Sword Venerable Yuan Tian and was fused with Master Mo Yuan’s Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.
“I named this sword move the Star Tribulation.”
The dragon of sword lights coiled, and 30 million sword lights shone like endless stars, illuminating the sky.
The sword in Han Muye’s hand turned from dazzling to agile. From the inheritance of Sword Venerable Yuan Tian, sword light broke through time and space and merged into the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords that he learned from Mo Yuan.
The Sword Dao that broke through time and space was the pinnacle of the Sword Dao in the world.
10,000 swords becoming one was the peak of the accumulation of sword technique power in the world.
At this moment, the sword in Han Muye’s hand was also the pinnacle of sword cultivation in the world.
The pinnacle of sword cultivation in the world clashed with the pinnacle of the ancient saber Dao.
In the void, all auras were sealed.
All the power surged and turned into a collision of sword and saber.
Before making a move, the saber and sword intent had already begun to collide.
The saber cut through mountains and rivers.
Sword, Star Tribulation.
“Boom!”
The collision of sword and saber lights caused the void to continuously shake for millions of miles.
Countless saber beams and sword intent tore through the void, turning the world into nothingness.
The power that had been sealed in the world was now shattered.
Those Dao ancestors who witnessed the battle had to fully protect the space.
If they didn’t protect it, the blockade of the battle would collapse.
“Boom!”
The collision of saber and sword in the void turned into a loud noise and the power entangled and finally transformed into a constantly rotating black hole.
They shattered the power of the battle!
“Steady.”
A voice sounded from the void.
Beams of spiritual light turned into a golden net of light that pressed down on the shattered hole and slowly dissipated.
A Heavenly Venerable mighty figure attacked!
The Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao Competition were all silent. They lowered their heads and did not speak.
Even the powerful ones who witnessed the Dao dispute were crestfallen when the seals of the two Daoists were broken.
Is this the power of the Dao Ancestors?
“All of them are monstrous geniuses…” After a long time, someone said softly.
Be it Dang Wuyou, who was controlling a Divine Court puppet, or Han Muye, who had triggered the peak of the Sword Dao with a single strike, they were both rare geniuses in the world.
Such people were rarely seen in a millennium.
But who could have imagined that such people would all appear in the place of the Dao dispute?
The Heavenly Venerable made a move, and the void in the sky was slowly repaired. Han Muye held a long sword and stood facing Dang Wuyou.
“Buzz!”
The saber light vibrated, and the golden puppet’s figure slowly turned illusory, but Dang Wuyou’s figure became even more illusory.
“Ahem, you’re very strong.” Dang Wuyou looked at Han Muye and sighed. “You’re the second person I’ve seen who has cultivated the Sword Dao to the extreme.”
A nostalgic look appeared on his face as he said softly, “The first was Yuan Tian.”
Slowly raising the long saber in his hand, Dang Wuyou raised his hand and lightly flicked it. “Dang”
The blade vibrated.
Han Muye looked at Dang Wuyou, was silent for a moment, and whispered, “Farewell, Senior Dang Wuyou.”
Farewell.
Dang Wuyou’s divine soul had completely dissipated. At this time, what stood before him was not the Divine Court Puppet, no, it was the ancient expert in the way of the sword.
Wang Zhengwu.
“Buzz!”
The saber light in Dang Wuyou’s hand surged as he turned around and looked at the sky.
“Wood Deity, Water Lord, I know you’re all here.
“I want to tell you that after ascending to the Immortal Ascension Platform, the spiritual energy will be cleansed in the Spirit Transformation Pool. All cultivation in this world will be destroyed.”
Holding his long saber, Dang Wuyou shouted to the sky.
“If you cannot ascend to the immortal realm by refining your spirit in the Spirit Transformation Pool, you will be regarded as materials for refining immortal treasures by the Immortal World.” A look of sorrow appeared on Dang Wuyou’s face.
“I’ve cultivated for countless years. In front of those cultivators from the Immortal World, I was nothing more than a spiritual medicine or spiritual material.
“This is the Immortal World you yearn for. This is the Immortal World you want to open the Immortal Ascension Platform and ascend to!”
Dang Wuyou’s voice echoed in the void.
Whether it was the powerful ones in the Upper Three Heavens or the Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao battle, they all listened silently, their expressions changing.
Many cultivators knew nothing about what Dang Wuyou had said.
However, just imagining it sent a chill down his spine.
He had cultivated for countless years, but it turned out that he was only a spiritual herb in the eyes of others.
The longer one cultivated, the older the spiritual herb.
That was all.
“Deceiving the masses with false words.”
A voice sounded from the void of space.
A green river appeared in the void.
“Water Lord!” Dang Wuyou shouted.
The long river rolled back, and the waves wrapped around Dang Wuyou’s body.
Dang Wuyou’s expression changed drastically. He raised his hand and threw the long saber in his hand at Han Muye.
Han Muye caught the long sword and fixed his gaze on the river ahead.
In the void, the river swept past, and Dang Wuyou’s figure disappeared from where he stood.
An ancient powerhouse, a master of the way of the sword, and a returning cultivator from the immortal realm, all swallowed up by the river.
The river churned and produced waves that crashed down on Han Muye.
An ancient powerhouse made a move.
These waves loomed before him, but there was no way to avoid them.
This was the way of time and space, and the river had existed since ancient times.
If one were swallowed up by the river, one would be erased from the river of time, and it would be impossible to exist in this world.
Facing such an attack, only a powerhouse who truly mastered the power of time and space could resist.
Before these waves, let alone Han Muye, there were few powerhouses in this world who could withstand them.
This was the ancient powerhouse, who would never hold back once he made a move.
What use was talent and pride? They would be directly wiped out.
At this moment, everyone looked at Han Mu Ye with complex expressions.
“Water Lord.” Han Muye’s eyes gleamed as he looked at the waves ahead.
He had controlled the power of water in this world since ancient times, and he had mastered the power of heaven and earth during the Divine Court era. He was a powerhouse whose fate was connected to the world.
Taking a deep breath, an endless stream of sword light burst forth from Han Muye’s body.
He held a sword pill tightly in his hand.
Sword qi poured into the sword pill, and the sword light flashed in his mind.
Pieces of supreme-grade spirit stones appeared around him and exploded with a bang.
“Please make a move, Senior Yuan Tian.”
In Han Muye’s mind, a long sword slashed down from the sky.
This sword light combined with the sword light in Han Muye’s hand and slashed at the long river in front of him.