Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1177 - 1177 Iron Armor War Sect, Grand Formation (5)

Chapter 1177 - 1177 Iron Armor War Sect, Grand Formation (5)

1177 Iron Armor War Sect, Grand Formation (5)

In the future, there would really be a million Dao contracts. As the creator of the contract, Han Muye’s soul power was so rich that even he did not dare to imagine it.

As he descended, the golden light below had already vanished.

Wu Changhe stood beside the purple leopard in high spirits, a smile on his face.

“Thank you, Invincible City Lord.” The surging power within him brought peace to his heart.

With the help of the contract, the purple leopard’s power had healed all his injuries.

This was Ziye’s choice. After all, Ziye did not have much combat strength now. It was better to lend its strength to Wu Changhe.

With the combination of their powers and the added strength of their demonic bloodlines, Wuchang He’s fighting prowess not only remained intact but also increased several times over.

The miraculous power of this contract amazed Wuchang He, filling him with joy.

Of course, he and Ziyue were inseparable in life and death; without this bond, they couldn’t have reached this stage.

The conversion of these two powers wouldn’t have been so smooth if there wasn’t mutual trust.

“This is my ident.i.ty token in the sect. Brother Han, you might need it when you go to the Iron Armor War Sect in the future,” Wu Changhe said as he handed a green-black token to Han Muye.

Han Muye didn’t stand on ceremony and accepted the token.

The Iron Armor War Sect had limited interaction with other sects, usually being more exclusive. This token held significant importance.

Wu Changhe left with Ziye and its cubs, heading towards Yunlan City.

With his strength and status as a master of the Ironclad Battle Gate, crossing the wasteland posed no difficulty.

As long as he reached Yunlan City, he could let the purple leopard raise the little purple leopards safely.

Seeing Wu Changhe leave, Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pingyu.

“Senior Thousand Arrays, let’s go.”

Zhao Qianzhen nodded. He raised his hand and enveloped the green immortal light, turning his body into nothingness.

The power of array formations.

This place was not far from the remains of that array formation senior. The power of the array formation led them to arrive faster.

An hour later, the two of them arrived at a turbulent illusory s.p.a.ce.

This was the power of array formations changing the surrounding void, allowing the void power to fuse with the power of array formations. It was as if a Grotto-heaven had been established and existed alone here.

“Using the power of array formations to simulate the Void Transformation technique. Although this Senior Array Formation hasn’t stepped into the Golden Immortal realm, this technique isn’t much worse.”

Zhao Pingyu looked at the agile illusion around him and said in a low voice.

Indeed, this was a s.p.a.ce created with the power of array formations, but it had the environment of the Void Transformation Grotto-heaven. It could be seen that its methods were extraordinary.

Unfortunately, this expert had not taken that step and become a Golden Immortal mighty figure.

If he became a Golden Immortal, the level of his strength would definitely be different.

“The Blood Battle Sect seems to use the power of arrays to temper themselves. These people deliberately stepped into the illusion and activated their power to break the array.”

Han Muye looked at the illusory blood-colored pillar of smoke in front of him and said softly.

On the other side, several Blood Battle Sect masters were fighting with all their might.

Actually, there was nothing in this array that could stop them. It was just an illusion array.

These Blood Battle Sect experts had deliberately trapped him in an illusion array and then killed him inside.

This sensation was much like the challenges on the practice platform.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

With the Blood Battle Sect’s belligerence, the Immortal Ascension Platform and the practice platform were truly precious grounds for them.

From the looks of it, the Blood Battle Sect would probably go all out to seize control of the Immortal Ascension Platform.

If the Blood Battle Sect continued to control the Immortal Ascension Platform, it would not be good news for Han Muye and the cultivators of the Yuantian Starfield.

“Boom!”

Ahead, a blood-red spear point thrust toward Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu.

The spear exuded a chilling murderous intent, condensed into a bloodthirsty aura that made the heart tremble.

Without any reason, they were merely hunting within this illusion.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a green sword edge emerged from his fingertip.

“Clang—”

The sword edge shattered the spear point.

The void trembled, and more smoke pillars gathered in front of them.

“Follow me.” The rune immortal light in Zhao Pingyu’s hand flickered, opening an illusory path and leading Han Muye in.

The columns of smoke followed them, continuously converging.

Three days later, in front of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, stood a green hall.

In front of the hall, a formation of golden-armored soldiers stood in line.

“A puppet battle formation. Judging from this, the inheritance of this formation senior must be quite extraordinary.” Zhao Pingyu stared fixedly at the formation, clenching his fist with a trace of excitement in his eyes.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, to enter the hall, you need to break this formation.” He turned to look at Han Muye.

He had invited Han Muye along for this very moment.

This formation required true power to break; there was no room for fanciness.

Han Muye turned to look at the column of smoke behind him.

Twenty blood-colored smoke columns had already come within a hundred miles and could arrive within 15 minutes.

“Fifteen minutes is enough.”

Muttering softly, Han Muye took a step forward and landed in front of the hall.

All the golden-armored soldiers instantly opened their eyes and pointed their spears at Han Muye.

“Time is of the essence, and the mission is important. Everyone, I won’t hold back,” Han Muye muttered softly, and a green-black sword gathered in his hand.

The sword was five feet long, as wide as a door panel, and exuded a divine light.

In front of the hall, the sound of an explosion echoed, the formation surged, power converged, forming a golden-striped white tiger that roared toward the sky.

“White Tiger?”

“I have experience dealing with white tigers.”

Han Muye chuckled, and his blood and energy flowed like a river, turning into thick smoke columns. With his great sword lifted, he leaped forward, bringing down his blade.

“Split, Abyss—”