Around the river, the lightning that was already surging rumbled again, and the seven-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast wrapped in a cocoon of light cried out miserably once more.
The Kui's body exploded and did not gather again.
The blood essence power in Han Muye's body surged and fused with the power of the divine lightning and the power of the Kui before crashing into his divine treasure.
The Primordial Spirit Sword that he had hidden in his divine treasure flashed and landed in his mind.
There were still four Five Elements Divine Furnaces in the divine treasures, and they were also frantically dodging.
Qi, blood, and divine lightning crashed into the divine treasure. The power of the Kui converged and entangled with the scattered soul power in the divine treasure.
A longsword emitting lightning appeared.
Lightning flashed on this longsword, and the body of the sword was blood-red, emitting a blood vitality that made people tremble.
It was condensed in Qi and blood and condensed in the soul.
Using his blood essence as a sword, he could sever the Heaven and Earth powers!
Han Muye's eyes flickered. He raised his hand, and a third Essence Soul sword landed in his palm.
As soon as this sword appeared, the surrounding river water shook.
The Nether River's water had the intention of submitting to this sword.
"Cutting off the world, this sword shall be called the Immortal Slaying Sword."
Han Muye's Essence Soul had already condensed into three swords.
An Immortal Slaying Sword was formed by combining his spiritual energy cultivation and soul to gather the killing intent. With this sword, he could defy the heavens and fight. It was now stored in the divine realm to guard his Grotto-heaven.
An Immortal Trapping Sword could transform into tens of millions. It was formed by combining his Immortal Dao power with his essence, qi, and spirit and comprehending the power of the Heavenly Cycle Array. It trapped the strong and could not be extricated. Now, this sword was hidden in Han Muye's mind.
One was the Immortal Slaying Sword formed by the combination of endless blood qi and lightning divine power, drawing on the power of the soul.
The attributes of this sword were interlinked with the Nether River. It could prohibit the Heaven and Earth powers and had lightning divine powers that could exterminate all things.
These three swords each had different strengths, but they all had their own characteristics.
If it could be combined, the power would be unimaginable.
The condensation of the third Essence Soul sword represented the perfected Sword Dao cultivation of Han Muye.
His soul had already reached the Zenith Heaven Realm, and his comprehension of power was that of an Immortal Lord. He also had two nomological powers that even Immortal Venerables were pursuing.
Now that his three Primordial Spirit Swords had condensed, his cultivation level had reached the critical point of a Golden Immortal.
However, in the Nether River, even if his cultivation level and strength increased, he would not be able to draw in the Heaven and Earth powers. It was better to temporarily suppress it.
Han Muye had an idea. He planned to suppress his cultivation and not advance to the Golden Immortal realm for the time being. He would step into the Golden Immortal realm when he returned to the Immortal World.
In any case, his combat strength was not related to his cultivation.
Holding his sword, Han Muye looked at the lightning cocoon in front of him.
With a pull of the long sword, a green sword light shattered the light cocoon.
The cold sword light pointed at the seven-headed dragon sculpture beast.
The dragon statue beast trembled and spread its wings. Just as it was about to charge forward, the lightning on Han Muye's sword exploded.
The dragon statue screamed as it was enveloped by the lightning again.
When the lightning dissipated, the eyes of the dragon statue's seven heads revealed a ferocious glint.
Han Muye didn't wait for it to move and slashed down again.
When the lightning dissipated, a pair of wings appeared on the back of the dragon sculpture beast.
With the addition of a pair of wings, the strength of the wings naturally increased greatly. The seven heads roared wildly and four pairs of wings spread out.
Then, what welcomed it was a slash of the sword.
The most painful thing in the world was insufficient strength.
What was even more painful was that his strength had increased, but then he realized that he still didn't have enough strength.
It produced a seventh head, but it did not have enough strength.
The fourth pair of wings did not have enough strength.
After awakening his bloodline power, his strength was insufficient.
Even after transforming into a human, he still did not have enough strength.
"Boom—"
The sword in Han Muye's hand slashed out, and the cold black-robed young man standing in front of him was sent flying.
Sword light and lightning lingered, causing its body to constantly twist. It alternated between transforming into a seven-headed dragon sculpture and a black-robed young man.
"I, I, I'm convinced, convinced…"
He had never spoken human language before. The first thing he said was, "I'm convinced."
Han Muye smiled and slowly retracted his sword.
He had already discovered that the so-called Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast was only a mutated beast that contained the bloodline of the Nine Phoenixes.
The Nine-headed Phoenix was also known as the Nine-headed Bird in ancient times.
It was a powerful ferocious beast that could fight against the phoenix and walk in the flames.
The Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast did not awaken much bloodline power and inherited memories, nor did it have a name.
Han Muye gave him a name, Han Qi.
Who asked this guy to have seven heads?
Stepping out of the Nether River and landing on the reef, Han Qi stammered as he told Han Muye about his experience on the Nether River.
Among the mutated beasts living in the rocky reef, Han Qi was not the strongest.
They had borrowed the power of the Nether River to transform and grow here.
Nether River Immortal Venerable fell to the ground and was suppressed by a spear. The power in his body dissipated into the Nether River.
"The Immortal Venerable is here, at the bottom of the Nether River Holy City."
"We, actually, won't hurt him."
"The ones who really want to hurt him are the people from the Holy City."
"That First Elder used the Soul-Sealing Banner to refine…" Han Qi gestured.
The First Elder of the Nether River Holy City had disappeared a million years ago because he was actually using the Soul-Sealing Banner to refine the soul of the Immortal Venerable.
When the Nether beasts in the Chaotic Killing Reef sensed this, they knew that once the Immortal Venerable's divine soul died, the First Elder's combat strength would increase and he would definitely hunt them down. So they united to resist the Holy City.
For the past million years, the Holy City had been suppressed.
The First Elder couldn't tap into the power of the Holy City, so he used the Soul-Sealing Banner to absorb the power of countless cultivators.
He spread various rumors to attract external cultivators to the Holy City and then merged the divine soul power of these outsiders into the Soul-Sealing Banner.
"He's already very strong." Han Qi looked at Han Muye and pondered for a moment before saying in a low voice, "He might even be stronger than you."
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