Travel through the heavens

How can this be? !

Xie Qidao, the only surviving head of the previous generation of Anhe, was a master of the Free and Easy Heaven Realm and the Fuyao Realm. He was well-known in the martial arts world. However, in Fang Muye's palm, he was as weak as an ant and was smashed to pieces with just one palm.

Tang Yin, Tang Luo, and Tang Qianlie widened their eyes in surprise, their eyes full of fear: Fang Muye alone was already so terrifying, not to mention that there was also the Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi next to him.

There was also a hint of disbelief in the eyes of Su Changhe and Su Muyu: After only not seeing him for a few months, what kind of situation had he been through to have his martial arts skills reached such a superb level.

The five people were like a big Lin, and they scattered.

Fang Muye glanced at them with a smile and said calmly, "Go ahead."

Su Changhe's eyes were cold, and he said to Tang Yin and the others in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, life and death are imminent, please fight with all your strength."

He raised his right hand, and a black tide surged in his palm. Black light became stronger, as if a black flame was burning in his hand. At the same time, a black gas circulated around his body, like a ghost messenger stepping into the world.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind. This sudden strong wind swept through the mountains and forests, making a shrill sound like a ghost's howl. The fallen leaves scattered on the ground were instantly torn into pieces by the strong wind and danced wildly in the wind.

Su Muyu gently turned the umbrella handle, and the whole oil-paper umbrella bloomed like a flower in an instant. Seventeen sharp blades scattered out, and the blades shone with silver light, revealing a sharp glow. Between these seventeen sharp blades and the umbrella ribs, there were many extremely thin, almost transparent silk threads connecting them. They were the Dark River Knife Threads, the only weapon in the world with only blades but no body.

"I have the Yama Palace with me, please come to see the God of Hell in the underworld." Su Changhe shouted angrily, took a step forward, his black robe fluttering, and pushed Fang Muye with a palm.

Suddenly, a giant palm filled with black air, more than one meter tall, appeared out of nowhere, exuding a terrifying force, and suddenly struck towards Fang Muye.

Seeing this, Su Muyu suddenly retracted his left hand, and the seventeen thin blades immediately formed a sharp sword formation, which flew towards Fang Muye. He also pulled out a thin sword from the umbrella handle, leaped up, followed the sword formation, and stabbed towards Fang Muye.

The flying sword is sharp, and when it falls, it is like evening rain. The thin sword is long and sharp, and when it is time to kill, it can take the soul with one strike. Su Muyu's sword carries the beauty of the skill of a sophisticated killing technique.

At the same time, the three elders of the Tang Sect who had been standing still suddenly dispersed. Without exception, they moved their hands slightly, and three Tang Sect hidden weapons suddenly attacked Fang Muye.

Two of the hidden weapons are exactly the same, they are the Tang Sect's peerless hidden weapon, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus.

The double-petal lotus had twenty-one scattered petals, and the three Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotuses had a total of forty-two petals, which rushed towards Fang Muye, covering the sky and the earth, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The other one was thrown by Tang Yin, which was the most powerful hidden weapon he had.

This hidden weapon was forged by Tang Liushi, the number one craftsman of the Tang Sect a hundred years ago. With his life's efforts, he only made nine of them. This hidden weapon cannot be reset. Once used, it is used. There will never be a second one. No craftsman of the Tang Sect can make this hidden weapon again.

Over the past hundred years, the Tang Sect has only used it at the most critical moments, but today, only the last three pieces are left. One is in the hands of Old Master Tang, one is in the hands of Tang Huang, the head of the Tang Sect's outer room, and the other is hidden in the Tang Sect's armory, which was brought out by Tang Yin this time.

The Torrential Pear Blossom Needles, which contained twenty-seven silver needles, was the Tang Clan's most sophisticated hidden weapon. It was so powerful that even a person who knew no martial arts could use it to kill a top master. What's more, it was shot by Tang Yin, an elder of the Tang Clan!

Twenty-seven silver needles shot out in an instant, shining with a silver and dangerous cold light, and instantly arrived in front of Fang Muye.

At this time and place, Su Changhe's Yama Palm, Su Muyu's Eighteen Swords Formation, plus the Tang Clan's three elders' Buddha's Wrath Lotus and Torrential Pear Blossom Needles, have formed a death formation, a killing formation that can kill people to the point of death!

Unfortunately, the person they wanted to kill was Fang Muye.

Fang Muye raised his hand slightly, and a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred.

Suddenly, dozens of phantom stars appeared above the bamboo forest, shining brightly.

The stars should be hanging in the night sky, but they are hanging on this Luolei Mountain in the daytime, which is really unbelievable.

Three hundred miles away, a middle-aged Taoist in a purple Taoist robe was running fast. He had a handsome face, a light beard on his chin, and looked a bit weak, but he was running very fast on the plain, as if he was a fairy riding the wind.

He looked towards the south and saw stars hanging in the sky in the daytime. He couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Am I late? Little fairy, I'm here to see you, you must wait for me."

And in Luolei Mountain, at the moment the stars appeared, it seemed as if the entire time and space had stopped.

The Buddha's Wrath Lotus and Torrential Pear Blossom Needles that were originally rushing towards Fang Muye at a rapid speed, as well as Su Muyu's Flying Blade Sword Formation and Su Changhe's Yama Palm, suddenly seemed to be slowed down by dozens or hundreds of times. Su Changhe and his companions could even see the lotus petals and pear blossom needles slowly spinning in circles in the air, the dust dancing on the edges of the thin blades slowly flying up and down, and the huge Yama palm moving forward bit by bit like a snail crawling.

Such a horrifying sight immediately made them all look shocked. Tang Yin couldn't believe it. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't utter a word.

How could there be such a martial art in the world? !

The Mysterious Realm of Divine Wandering! This is definitely the Mysterious Realm of Divine Wandering! There is actually a Mysterious Realm of Divine Wandering in this world!

But Fang Muye had a faint smile on his face and gently flicked his palms. Suddenly, the dozens of stars all changed their positions, and the forty-two petals and twenty-seven pear blossom needles also suddenly changed direction and shot towards the three elders of the Tang Sect at an incredible speed.

Tang Yin, Tang Luo and Tang Qianlie, three Tang Clan elders who had lived for more than sixty years, saw the last scene before they died: fourteen flower petals and nine thin needles pouring towards them. A moment later, twenty-three fountains of blood suddenly spurted out of the three of them.

"Are you going to die?"

This was the last thought of the three elders of the Tang Clan, and then the three of them fell backwards.

And the seventeen thin blades all rolled back at the moment the stars changed positions, but they did not attack Su Muyu. Instead, they "crackled" and smashed on the thin sword in his hand, forcing him back several feet.

The rapier in his hand and the seventeen thin blades finally broke into pieces, breaking into dozens of pieces and scattering on the ground.

The "The Stars Move" of the Murong family in the Tianlong world is indeed lofty in purpose. When it is cultivated to the extreme, it is no longer a simple "returning the favor in their own way". Perhaps in a more vast world, it is really possible to move the stars and change the constellations.

While Fang Muye was thinking this in his heart, he had already flicked his palm and suddenly appeared in front of Su Changhe, as if he had always been there.

Fang Muye just raised his hand slightly, and an illusion of a two-meter-tall golden arhat with his hands clasped together suddenly appeared behind him.

The golden-bodied Arhat suddenly took a step forward, shaking the entire Luolei Mountain. Then Fang Muye swung his hand and struck towards Su Changhe.

The devil is one foot high, the Buddha is ten feet high. The Buddhist Arhat and the Vajra subdue the devil.

Since Su Changhe used the most evil palm technique in the world, "Yama Palm", Fang Muye fought back with the "Vajra Hand", one of the 72 unique skills of Buddhism.

At this moment, in Luolei Mountain, it seemed that the sound of chanting "Amitabha" was heard, instantly drowning out the shrill howling of ghosts in the mountain wind.

But the golden palm of the Arhat illusion hit the palm of Yama, which was surging with a thick black tide. The palm of Yama immediately made a "bang" sound and turned into a ball of black gas and dissipated.

Su Changhe's heart was pounding. Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately retracted his palm and hurriedly retreated. Even if he was very murderous, he didn't dare to be directly affected by the power of that palm.

But the golden palm seemed to have crossed the distance of space, appeared in front of him like a shadow, and then fell heavily on him.

The patriarch of the Dark River family, Su Changhe, immediately began to bleed from all seven orifices, as if his entire body was falling apart. He collapsed to the ground, and his soul went to the Yama Palace.