Chapter 777 - 777 Ancient Wood Deity Palace, Wood Lineage Treasure

777 Ancient Wood Deity Palace, Wood Lineage Treasure

“Trespa.s.sing the Wood Deity Palace, kill.”

The black-faced cultivator shouted and slashed his sword at Han Muye’s head.

Sword lights flashed at an extremely fast speed.

In this dam, only when speed and strength coexisted was one truly powerful.

The advantage of this strike was its speed.

No wonder this black-faced cultivator still existed after so many years.

Han Muye raised his hand and pointed.

His speed didn’t seem fast, but when the sword was about to hit his head, he blocked it.

“Clang—”

His finger flicked on the ridge of the sword.

The green sword fell to the ground.

The black-faced cultivator’s body trembled and shattered into countless pieces.

The power of this finger was the power of the divine beast Baxia. With a light flick, it could shatter a tall mountain.

Before Han Muye could reach out to summon the sword, the black-faced cultivator and the clear sword in front of him instantly disappeared.

“Trespa.s.sing the Wood Deity Palace, kill.”

A sword light slashed down at Han Muye’s head. Light and shadow intertwined, three times faster than the previous strike.

It explained the matter.

This puppet was probably immortal.

Han Muye’s eyes flickered. He took a step forward and raised his hand again.

“Clang—”

The sword flew out again.

The sword was still in midair, but Han Muye had already moved and reached out to grab the hilt.

When the sword Qi entered the sword, it was empty.

This sword revealed nothingness.

But Han Muye didn’t care about the sword. He just wanted to see the memories in the sword.

“Buzz!”

Countless scenes appeared in his mind!

The battle between ancient cultivators!

Countless great cultivators who could stop the galaxies with a wave of their hands flashed with spiritual light and countless stars fell.

Stars were shattered one after another.

A sword cultivator shattered thousands of worlds with a single slash.

A great cultivator controlled time and s.p.a.ce. With a wave of his hand, he reversed time.

There was a deity wearing a golden robe and a divine crown. Every move he made was filled with the power of the Great Dao.

…

Han Muye had seen the Desolate Wilderness shatter, the strife in the Immortal Source World, and the army outside the dam. However, he had never known that so many powerful cultivators had run amok in the ancient era.

Compared to such great cultivators, the Dao compet.i.tion between the Immortal Spirit World and the Heavenly Mystic World was simply child’s play.

That was the true battle of the Great Dao!

A magnificent palace appeared in front of Han Muye.

A female cultivator in a green robe with elegant flower petals slowly walked forward.

“Greetings, Wood Deity…”

Countless voices sounded.

The golden-armored and black-faced sword cultivators bowed.

The continuous military formation was almost endless.

This was the ancient great cultivator, the Wood Deity.

The master of the Wood Deity Palace.

“Boom!”

In the sky, a huge hand pressed down.

The Wood Deity’s expression was solemn. Green vines, green leaves, and red petals rose behind her.

All the power converged and turned into an entangled rope that wrapped around the huge hand.

However, the huge hand was only entangled for a moment before all the ropes were broken.

“Wood Deity, submit. Otherwise, I will smash your Wood Deity Palace with a single punch.” A voice sounded from the void.

The large hand that had broken free of the rope slowly clenched into a fist.

The Wood Deity responded by transforming her body into a 10,000-foot tall tree with countless flowers in bloom.

Every flower that bloomed was like a world falling down.

The fist dimmed a little.

By the time all the flowers fell, the fist in the void had already dimmed.

At this moment, all the petals had fallen, and the tree gradually withered, leaving behind only its shadow.

As the tree withered, all the black-faced cultivators began to freeze, as if they were withering along with it.

“The Wood Deity Palace will be closed from now on. Except for the Puppet Guards, the others will follow me to suppress the Golden Wolf Demon G.o.d.”

A voice came from above the tree. The black-faced cultivators turned into wooden stakes and fell silent along with the tree and the sprawling hall behind them.

Ten black-faced cultivators with large swords on their backs slowly walked out.

“Boom!”

All the images disappeared. The sword in Han Muye’s hand disappeared, and the black-faced cultivator in front of him was no longer there.

In the next moment, Han Muye’s body turned into nothingness.

“Slash—”

Ten swords shattered the phantom he left behind.

Han Muye, who had reappeared, raised his hand. 361 sword cores appeared, and the sword light immediately enveloped an area of 100 feet.

If it was anywhere else, these 361 sword cores could cover 100,000 miles. They could easily kill Out of Body realm cultivators.

However, in this chaotic dam, the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation formed by the 361 sword cores could only trap 100 feet of s.p.a.ce.

But it was enough.

Within100 feet, 10 figures were suppressed and could not move an inch.

Han Muye’s gaze landed on the 10 black-faced cultivators.

These were the Puppet Guards, the guardians of the Wood Deity Palace that had protected the palace for countless years.

The strength and speed of the 10 Puppet Guards coexisted.

If not for the suppression of Han Muye’s sword formation, others of the same cultivation level would definitely not be able to withstand the power of 10 puppets.

Suppressing the puppets, Han Muye’s gaze landed on the illusory place in front of him.

Over there, withered tree stumps stood among the gravel, along with half of a 1,000-foot-tall decayed tree.

The tree had already rotted, and most of the branches had fallen off.

This was the flowering tree formed by the Wood Deity’s body that he had seen in the sword just now.

The true body of an ancient cultivator?

Walking slowly forward, Han Muye reached out and pressed his hand on the rotten tree.

“Boom!”

A surging power of the wood lineage rushed into Han Muye’s body, as if it wanted to occupy it.

Possession?

Han Muye frowned.

Although his body was the incarnation of a divine beast, it was suppressed by the power of the Sword Dao Primordial Spirit.

To s.n.a.t.c.h his body, it would have to try blocking his Primordial Spirit sword.