Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 780 - 780 Grass Whip, Divine General of the Divine Court

780 Grass Whip, Divine General of the Divine Court

Legend had it that in ancient times, there was a tree that reached the sky. It was rooted in the Nine Earths and its crown covered the Nine Heavens.

This Sky Reaching Tree was the top treasure of the wood lineage in the world. A single leaf could nurture a world.

The power of all the wood lineages was closely related to the Sky Reaching Tree.

It could be said that the Sky Reaching Tree was the progenitor of the wood lineage power in the world.

Holding the branch that was less than three feet tall, Han Muye could feel the thick and mighty power of the wood lineage.

This power was almost boundless.

“Boom!”

A loud bang sounded, and a magnificent scene appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

Branches that supported the sky and leaves that covered the sky.

A sword light slashed down, and a branch landed in the void, shattering countless stars.

A figure wrapped in divine light reached out and caught the tree branch.

Divine lights intertwined. When the figure appeared again, it had transformed into a three-foot-long wooden stick.

This Sky Reaching Tree Branch that was simply refined had a name.

Grass Whip.

All the plants in the world were disciplined by it.

The grass whip was handed to a figure covered in green divine light.

After that, light and shadow swirled until the Wood Deity used this wooden stick to establish the Wood Deity Palace.

Outsiders only knew that there was a supreme treasure in the Wood Deity’s inheritance, but they did not know what the supreme treasure was.

The Golden Wolf Demon God had originally come to seize this treasure, but in the end, he was suppressed by the Wood Deity’s grass whip.

“Would the Wood Deity give me such a treasure so easily?” Han Muye muttered, then was slightly stunned.

When his gaze landed on the grass whip, he could see countless fine spiritual patterns.

Every single spiritual pattern here was an inheritance!

The inheritance of the Wood Deity was engraved on the Sky Reaching Tree!

After retracting his spiritual energy, the black-faced cultivator’s figure dissipated. Han Muye turned around and looked in the direction of the Wood Deity Palace.

It was precisely because he had discovered something wrong with this Wood Deity that he only asked for the puppet and then left.

From the looks of it, no matter what he took away, the Wood Deity would give him the inheritance.

“What secrets are there in the dam?” Han Muye clenched the grass whip in his hand, his eyes deep.

“Bang!”

A 100-foot black-armored boar rushed in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye raised the grass whip in his hand and swung it down.

The whip smashed into the boar’s head, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

All the blood wrapped around the grass whip and was sucked into it.

The 100-foot boar’s body shriveled visibly.

In less than 10 breaths, it turned into dust.

From black armor to fangs, bones, and even the hardest parts, they were all reduced to dust.

This domineering power surprised Han Muye.

After absorbing all the power of a wild boar, the spiritual runes on the grass whip became more lively.

Were all the treasures from the ancient era so unreasonable?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at a messy meteorite space not far away.

He flew over, and a hidden tiger with a single horn and stripes charged forward.

Han Muye raised his hand and smashed the head of the single-horned tiger.

Five breaths.

The tiger’s body shattered.

Along the way, Han Muye killed various strange beasts with the grass whip in his hand.

The grass whip that was originally like a withered tree trunk flickered with spiritual light.

The more strange beasts he killed, the stronger the whip would be.

Han Muye had tried it before. With a casual strike, he could directly shatter a meteorite within a hundred miles.

If he used his full strength, who knew how powerful this grass whip would be.

However, as he continued to control it, Han Muye also discovered the drawbacks of ancient treasures.

The consumption was too great.

Under the absorption of the power of various strange beasts, the grass whip only needed to consume its own strength.

However, once the power was insufficient, the grass whip would absorb the power of the emissary.

When Han Muye was fighting a 1,000-foot three-armed beast, he activated the grass control whip to exceed its absorption power. This whip began to quietly absorb power from Han Muye to replenish itself.

Fortunately, his body was the body of a divine beast, so the energy consumption was nothing.

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After killing the three-armed beast, the grass whip absorbed for a full 15 minutes and even returned the power it had absorbed from Han Muye.

It turned out that the grass driving whip had the power of reverse nurturing.

It was no wonder that such a treasure would be snatched by all parties in ancient times.

“Whew—”

The rat phantom that Daoist Dayan had transformed into appeared in front of Han Muye.

“Goodness, that big fellow is guarding quite a few treasures.” Daoist Dayan said as he stretched out his hand.

In his palm was a fist-sized spiritual material.

“Heaven Origin Golden Light Diamond.” Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

“Haha, you even know about this kind of spiritual material that has long been cut off.” There was a hint of disappointment on the Daoist Dayan’s face. He shook his head and said, “I was going to explain it to you properly.”

He wanted to show off but failed.

Han Muye reached out and held the golden diamond in his hand, a smile on his face. “It’s said that this thing can be used to refine the Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger that can kill other people’s souls. Unfortunately, the refinement method has been lost.”

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Holding the golden diamond tightly, Han Muye looked up and said in a low voice, “In any case, we’re not far from the dam. Let’s play a big game.”

Daoist Dayan grinned.

He liked this kind of master.

“Buzz!”

The grass whip in Han Muye’s hand vibrated. In the distance, there was a low roar in the fog, and then the sound of collision.

“I’ll see you outside the dam.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Muye raised the grass whip high and ran forward.

“Boom!”

A huge palm slapped the spot where Han Muye had just stood. Then a tall Divine General in golden armor and holding a spear ran over with a dull expression.

“Stealing the supreme treasure of the Divine Court, die.”

The Divine General shouted in a low voice. The spear in his hand turned into a golden phoenix and stabbed at Han Muye’s back.

The fire phoenix passed through space and landed behind Han Muye, then a golden flame covered his head.

“Roar—”

Behind Han Muye, the phantom of divine beast Baxia, appeared. Its thick back armor blocked the ball of flames.

With the help of the divine beast Baxia’s phantom to block, Han Muye rushed out again.

“A prehistoric divine beast, even barbarians dare to provoke it,” the divine general said in a low voice. He raised his hand, and eight spears appeared behind him.

He took a step forward and raised his hand to grab the spear that had collided with him before chasing after Han Muye again.

Daoist Dayan only carefully poked his head out of the rubble after the rumbling sound had faded away.

He looked around and flew into the fog ahead.

The mist that could make one lose their soul did not seem to exist for Daoist Great Rock. In just a moment, he had already arrived in front of a pile of sparkling gravel.

“Half a supreme-grade spiritual rock? I’ve got it.”

“This spirit rune is quite interesting. I’ll pretend.”

“This is a sword passed down from ancient times? Unfortunately, it doesn’t have any spirituality. I don’t want it.”

“Ling Xiao, what Ling Xiao? This plaque is a little strange. Let’s take it first.”

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As he muttered, Daoist Dayan placed all the treasures that he felt were valuable enough into his storage bag.

He walked among the rocks filled with spiritual light, his body hunched.

“Boom!”

In the distance, a rumbling sound could be heard.

Daoist Dayan’s body trembled as he turned around.

The rumbling sound was getting closer and closer.

He must have touched the treasures here and the god general had returned.

“I can’t be greedy, I can’t be greedy…”

Daoist Dayan said to himself as he looked up.

He stared at a golden sledgehammer in the rubble, gritted his teeth, and pounced over.

The hammer was so heavy that Daoist Dayan staggered.

“You have a death wish—”

In the void, a loud roar sounded.

Daoist Dayan’s face turned pale as he rolled down the mountain rock.

Once he landed on the ground, he hugged the hammer with both hands and dragged it away.

“Boom!”

A loud boom reverberated through the air.

The phantom of Baxia appeared behind him. Han Muye, who had the body of a Kui Cow in front of his chest, clenched his fists and blocked the divine general holding the spear.

He only used fist techniques like a primordial barbaric bull. Every punch was immeasurably powerful.

At this moment, he unleashed the power of the divine beast to the extreme.

Although the Golden Armored General roared anxiously, he had no choice but to wave the spear in his hand and fight Han Muye.

The battle between the two continued to expand. Every punch and spear could shatter a radius of ten miles.

The space filled with thick fog gradually revealed itself, and the spiritual light inside was dazzling.

Figures attracted by the spiritual light appeared one after another.

Han Muye laughed loudly. When the Golden Armored General’s spear smashed down, he raised his hand to catch it. Then he snatched the spear and turned to run.

The divine general was stunned for a moment before roaring. He chased after him for a few steps and carefully looked around.

Many figures had already infiltrated his collection.

“Die, die—”

The spear flew out and collided with the mountain of rocks.

As for Han Muye, who had snatched his spear, he could not care less.

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The Twelve Guardians of the Ancient Divine Court, an existence that protected the treasures of the Divine Court.

Han Muye saw the resplendent scene of countless ancient divine courts from this spear.

The standard spear of the ancient era contained unimaginable power.

After carefully refining it, a golden spiritual light gathered in Han Muye’s palm.

Divinity.

This was not the kind of divinity condensed from incense offerings. Instead, it was the divinity condensed by the power of the mighty figures of the ancient era, forming a god of heaven and earth.

This strand of divinity could suppress an area of 5,000km.

This item was not only precious, but most importantly, with this item in hand, Han Muye would have fewer obstacles to pass through the dam.

Those exotic beasts turned around and left in the face of divinity.

It seemed that the rule of the Divine Court in the ancient era was already deeply embedded in the bones of these mutated beasts.

Even though the power in the dam was so chaotic, it was still fearful of divinity.

After running for 10 days, Han Muye saw that there was less and less gravel ahead.

A flash of light appeared.

Ahead was the world beyond the dam.

However, his footsteps stopped.

Ahead, two figures blocked his path.

“Someone from the place where the Ancient Deity fell?”

“Or is it the creature in the dam?”

The two figures stood there, their expressions unchanged. They raised their hands, and spiritual light flashed in their palms.

“Those who are not from our Ancient Cloud Galaxy, stop here.”

The spiritual light turned into chains and blocked in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the two of them, then on the storage bag in one of their hands.

“Where’s Daoist Dayan?”

Han Muye spoke softly.

“You mean that big rat?” The black-armored figure holding the storage bag smiled and said indifferently, “Kill it.”

“Boom!”

Han Muye took a step forward and shattered the chain in front of him with a punch. The fist shadow hit the face of the black-armored man who spoke, shattering his nose bridge and causing him to fall to the ground.

“I’ll give you a chance to change your tune.”

“Where is Daoist Dayan?”

Han Muye slowly raised his hand.

Before the black-armored man could say anything, Daoist Dayan rolled out of the fog.

“Master, they stole my treasure—”

“Big treasure—”