Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 501: The Divine Platform
This damn movement is always like a knife, no one knows when it will fall.

He is playing!
Han Yu was absolutely certain that the person who attacked him was playing with him like a cat and a mouse.

Xin Yin was indeed playing around. He wanted to see how capable this young man, who had repeatedly frustrated his subordinates, was.

That uncertain palm could strike down at any time, but he just wanted to hang it over his opponent's head, forcing him to explode continuously.

Han Yu really wanted to explode, and he kept suppressing himself after the sea of ​​fire emerged, but he was stopped by Liu Zongyuan.

"Wait...wait a minute, I can't withstand this power, I will die."

He was already at the end of his strength, and he wasn't sure whether Han Yu's self-destruction could save him, but it could definitely "send" him away.

The domain that had just been suppressed to the extreme suddenly dissipated. Han Yu withdrew the power unhappily and looked at Liu Zongyuan, who was about to die, with dissatisfaction, "How dare you say that you are a cultivator at the Divine Stage Realm? You can't even handle a small explosion."

Just a small explosion?

Liu Zongyuan almost fainted from suffocation. Is this what human language says?
Which cultivator at the Divine Platform Realm would be so bored as to use his physical body to withstand such an explosion? Besides, whose physical body can withstand such a shock?
You have to know that the small explosion that Han Yu mentioned destroyed the little clone of the soul, leaving nothing behind.

Han Yu looked at him with great disdain, what a burden!

I wanted to throw him away, but Liu Zongyuan reminded me consciously, "You can't escape by yourself. Without me, you can't enter the little world."

"It's still a small world. It's still unclear whether we can continue running now!"

Han Yu spoke unhappily, and the force above his head continued to press down slowly and teasingly, as if it wanted to see him slowly being crushed.

He had too few means at his disposal. Apart from his fire-based magical powers which were always far ahead in rank, the rest of his magical powers were unable to keep up with his ever-increasing speed.

After all, he grew stronger too quickly, and there was not enough time for his magical powers to develop synchronously.

Once faced with this situation of absolute power suppression, except for the fire power, other magical powers become flashy gadgets and can hardly play a big role.

Since he couldn't self-destruct, Han Yu could only summon eight or nine blue dragons to attack his head.

The dragon's roar soared into the sky and rushed towards the giant palm.

burst!
At the same time, eight or nine blue dragons exploded with fireworks all over the sky, and the earth-shaking momentum held the palm back for a moment.

go!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Yu grabbed the person and ran away, flying dozens of miles.

On the small land, Xin Yin's white eyebrows raised, and he stretched out his hand with a smile. At the same time, the palm that was uncertain in reality suddenly grew several times larger, with a momentum that seemed to be overwhelming.

"Go!"

A hand stretched out, and a giant palm followed to chase. In just a few breaths, Han Yu was caught up again.

"What realm are these bastards at?"

Han Yu was stunned when he just turned around. What the hell was this thing that could make such a terrible noise?

The sky was dark. No, the entire sky was covered by a hand. It was no exaggeration to say that it monopolized this world.

"Shentai Realm..."

Liu Zongyuan's words made Han Yu even more stunned.

"Did you make a mistake?"

With this kind of strength, is he still at the Divine Stage?
"The altar is a state of mind. Once you are on it, the wonders will emerge. You are your own god, and how powerful you can be depends entirely on yourself."

Liu Zongyuan spoke in a half-dead voice, which made Han Yu feel very confused.

"Why don't you say something I can understand."

Han Yu wanted to cry but had no tears. It had already come to this point, could you please stop playing dumb?

Liu Zongyuan was also helpless. His life was almost gone, yet he still had to force himself to tell him in detail.

"The Divine Stage Realm relies on the comprehension of abilities and the development of one's own strength. When both are achieved to the extreme, one can embark on a path of cultivation that suits oneself."

“Xin Zhui, Xin Yin, and Wu Yin have all entered the Dao, and are no longer ordinary cultivators at the Divine Stage. Or, if we don’t take this step, we are not true cultivators at the Divine Stage.”

Han Yu seemed to understand what he said. What he meant was that the twelve defeated men of Tiandao Sect were not enough to defeat the three men on the opposite side.

As for what is Tao?
After Xin Yin's big slap came down, he really experienced it himself. The huge pressure suddenly sank, and the flame on Han Yu's back instantly extinguished. Then a tearing pain in his back made him grimace. This was just the force applied from a distance. When the uncertain palm slapped down overwhelmingly, Han Yu's mind went blank...

……

"I really can't help."

On a deserted island in a distant sea, the only intact soul clone had a sad face.

The Taoist's request was simply too outrageous and there was no possibility of agreeing to it.

"You asked me to help you right under the noses of Xin Zhui and the others. How is this different from asking me to die?"

The five sense organs of the split soul suddenly squeezed into a ball. Not only was this impossible to do, but even the thought of it was out of the question.

His other clone followed behind the three scary old men, not daring to move at all. They even wanted me to be the one to tip off the old men. What a pipe dream!
Then the split soul suddenly shuddered all over, and new memories were shared with him. He was secretly happy in his heart, but did not dare to show it. He just said it without any sadness or joy.

"You can give up now. Han Yu and your youngest brother have the bad luck to run into Xin Zhui and his men's guns."

The old Taoist suddenly became furious and shouted, "What did you say?"

The soul had no choice but to recount in detail how the two unlucky guys bumped into someone. Now his last memory is still the scene where Han Yu was pushed into the sea by someone.

The group of people looked gloomy, and it was obvious that they no longer had any hope for Liu Zongyuan's situation.

"If Xin Zhui and the others target us, the youngest one will probably die."

A man looked dejected and sighed.

"It's time for us to get out of the spotlight. Why don't we go over there first?"

The other person also shook his head and spoke.

The old Taoist looked grim, and after a moment's silence he finally nodded heavily.

"Let's go!"

Their Tiandao Sect and Yanluo Palace had been fighting in the Endless Sea for thousands of years and knew each other well. Under such circumstances, Liu Zongyuan was almost doomed to die.

But before leaving, there is one more thing to do.

The split soul inexplicably felt a creepy feeling rising in his heart. He turned his head in horror and could already sense the murderous aura emanating from the eleven people.

"You want to kill me?"

The old Taoist raised his hand without saying a word, and the galaxy was filled with murderous intent, and the dotted stars were thousands of sword intentions.

Although the split soul is very useful, the Tiandao Sect’s last resort of seeking refuge must never be leaked.

"Wait, I'm still useful, you don't have to kill me!"

The clone quickly begged for mercy.

"I swear I will never reveal your place."

"Why don't you trap me here first and come find me later."

The old Taoist looked at him with a sneer. This guy was afraid of death and was absolutely not trustworthy. He was afraid that as soon as he threw these three clones here, his other clones would come to rescue him immediately.

It would be better to end it all and kill them completely.

Just as the old Taoist was controlling the Milky Way to rush down, the split soul suddenly screamed.

"Wait, they are not dead yet, not dead yet..."

The sudden memory finally gave the split soul a reason to continue living, but unexpectedly, Xin Yin's method could not subdue Han Yu.

"You still have some use for me. You can keep track of what's going on over there at any time."

Not dead yet?
How can this be?

The people of Tiandao Sect looked at each other in bewilderment, their hearts were already filled with turmoil...

(End of this chapter)