Chapter 781 - 781 Meeting Tu Sunshi Again
781 Meeting Tu Sunshi Again
“Bang!”
Han Muye kicked the black-robed cultivator beside him, who was about to attack, and then raised his hand to grab Daoist Dayan’s storage bag.
With his divine sense, Han Muye turned to look at Daoist Dayan.
This fellow had really plundered a lot of treasures.
The storage bag with a hundred square meters of space was filled with various spiritual materials and spiritual rocks.
Many of them were already extinct in the cultivation world and were priceless.
What a windfall.
After weighing his storage bag, Han Muye unceremoniously put it away.
In any case, wasn’t what Daoist Dayan found his?
Seeing that Han Muye had taken the storage bag, Daoist Dayan’s face twitched, and his eyes were filled with pain.
But he did not dare to ask Han Muye for it back.
Turning around, he ran towards the cultivator who had been kicked away by Han Muye and pounced on him.
“Bang!”
Daoist Dayan was sent flying.
With his cultivation, he was no match for him.
At this moment, the cultivator who had been smashed to the ground by Han Muye also stood up.
The two figures roared, their hands flashing as they rushed towards Han Muye.
They had a tacit understanding.
To be able to cast a spell in this dam, and its power was not small, these two were quite rare.
The shattered meteorites gathered, condensed into a ball, and collided with Han Muye.
Astral winds raged, as if they were about to explode.
Han Muye’s expression did not change, but he clenched his fists.
In this dam, the feeling of clenching one’s fist and smashing it down was even more satisfying than drawing a sword to slash someone.
Especially since he had the body of a divine beast, his strength was extremely domineering.
He had seen spells outside the dam before.
At this moment, he felt that his strength was too weak.
The suppression of the chaotic power of the dam made it difficult for all kinds of spells to unleash their combat strength.
He would settle it with his fists.
“Ho—”
Wrong step, low body, punch.
Han Muye did not hesitate, his movements coherent and steady.
This time, the cultivator’s sternum was shattered. He spat out a mouthful of blood and died in midair.
Turning around again, Han Muye kicked the black-robed cultivator in the chest.
“Snap—”
The sound of a sternum shattering could be heard.
This time, neither of them got up.
Han Muye was not interested in leaving anyone alive in this dam.
Daoist Dayan walked forward proudly. After shaking it a few times, he took out two swords, a longbow, and two waist tokens.
He held a golden hammer and a small storage bag in his hand.
That huge hammer was the treasure that Daoist Dayan was talking about.
Han Muye did not take the big hammer.
This was a Divine General weapon. Han Muye had seen it from the memories of the spear in the Divine General’s hand.
Although this weapon was standardized, its power was comparable to a mid-grade magic treasure.
However, this standard weapon lacked the agility of a magic treasure.
Holding the sword that Daoist Dayan handed over, its sword qi surged into Han Muye’s palm, and his eyes flickered.
The ordinary guards of the Chaotic Divine Hall were half a step into Heaven Realm, and their swordsmanship cultivation was ordinary.
Outside the dam, cultivation below the Heaven Realm was relatively easy.
All kinds of standard armor and pills could nurture cultivators below the Heaven Realm in batches.
Of course, those above the Heaven Realm could not be nurtured in batches.
The true experts of the Chaos God Hall had all snuck into the dam and headed to the place where the Ancient God had fallen.
Outside the dam, there were cultivators from the Ancient Cloud Galaxy guarding the surroundings. Cultivators who came out of the dam would be monitored or directly intercepted.
The sealing of the chaotic power in the dam and the control of the place where the ancient gods fell had started tens of thousands of years ago.
After seeing the sword memories of the two guards of the Chaotic Temple, Han Muye raised his hand and summoned Daoist Dayan in front of him.
He handed him a green identification mark.
These were the identities of the two cultivators who had been seriously injured by Han Muye and had already fainted.
“One for each of us. This sign doesn’t recognize people.”
Han Muye smiled and threw the sign in his palm.
Daoist Dayan took the token and examined it carefully before placing it on his chest.
By the time they stepped out of the dam, they were already cultivators wearing black robes and hanging their tokens as guardians of the Chaotic Divine Hall.
“This is outside the dam?” Daoist Dayan muttered, his face full of suspicion.
Han Muye had mentioned the dam to him. He imagined that there should be a dazzling world outside the dam.
Looking at it now, it was clearly a dark void.
The only difference was that the spiritual energy was purer.
However, this purity was because the power of the Great Dao was not obvious.
What’s so good about a place where the power of the Great Dao is weak? Daoist Dayan looked disappointed.
Han Muye looked around and said softly, “This is where all the great cultivators in the mud ponds want to come from outside the dam.”
Unlike Daoist Dayan, Han Muye’s eyes were filled with spiritual light.
Godless land!
This Ancient Cloud Galaxy did not have the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, nor did it have a Heaven and Earth Spirit.
This also meant that this place could create gods.
Everyone had the chance to become a God who ruled over a region, which was the kind of God of Heaven and Earth from ancient times.
Replace the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth with his own body!
No wonder those powerful beings wanted to come to this place.
Those great cultivators who had climbed to the peak of cultivation and found it difficult to transcend, as long as they gave up the path of transcendence, passed through the dam, and became the master of a world of their own, they could immediately become immortal and indestructible gods.
This power was completely different from Wen Mosheng and Heavenly Mystic Heavenly Axiom joining forces.
This was a command, not an alliance.
They were Rulers, not allies.
Their relationship was worlds apart.
Han Muye recalled how he had crossed the dam and suddenly narrowed his eyes.