Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

awe-inspiring.

broad.

magnificent.

When Hong Huang Zhan Puppet's palm was slapped, the entire ruined space of Yutao City was imprisoned.

There is no way of heaven in the galaxy universe, and all the mighty power belongs to the strong.

At this time, the prehistoric war puppet captured by this palm has the power to control everything in the ruined space of Yutao City.

When this palm was pressed down, all practitioners below the holy level lost control of their body strength and lost their perception of power outside their bodies.

The pale Yan Ke'er's teeth chattered and her legs trembled.

She is familiar with this kind of power.

Once you see it, you will never forget it in your life.

A prehistoric battle puppet with power beyond a god-level existence!

He Yangsun stood there, gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

He has never felt so powerless as now.

Practice, just for this powerlessness?

His blood seemed to be boiling.

As long as you don't die today, you must have the power to control your destiny in this life!

In the distance, Nalan Moran, who had just rushed out of the warehouse, clenched his fists tightly. Although Elder Qin tried his best to protect him, he couldn't protect himself, so he could only block him with half of his body.

Xue Ning'er, who had just harvested a lot, had a pale complexion, and her eyes were fixed on the giant golden palm.

Is that the prehistoric battle puppet?

The Yutao City back then was reduced to ruins because of fighting against such a strong man.

Who can resist such a powerful force?

She has never been able to control such a powerful force in her life...

"War Puppet of the Great Desolation?" The voice of the golden bird sounded, with a hint of doubt.

"This prehistoric battle puppet, how do you feel, a little weak?" Hun Huan, who was transformed into a golden bead, also whispered.

"Fucking prehistoric war puppet, this is a god-level war puppet, but many of its parts have been replaced with prehistoric-level ones." The voice of the Five Elements Divine Furnace was filled with disdain.

God level?

The prehistoric-level war puppets passed down in ancient times are different from the god-level ones of later generations.

The god-level combat power of later generations is not as powerful as those prehistoric-level war puppets.

Primordial-level war puppets are now rarely controlled by anyone alone, even the god-level, most of them are controlled by dozens of god-level imperial puppet masters.

The inheritance of the galaxy universe is like this now. The powerful war puppet armor handed down from the ancient times, no one in the future can control it.

"What's more interesting is, do you know who made this war puppet's arm?" The Five Elements Stove's voice was full of pride.

arm?

The eyes of Jinniao and Hundao turned to the heavily pressed palm.

"Why is this arm similar to the one Han Boy made?"

"Could it be that arm? Wasn't that arm sent to Mingwu City?"

Surprised voices came from the golden bird and the golden bead.

Although the Haotian Golden Crow and Hun Huan are powerful, they are not very proficient in refining weapons.

"Haha, this arm is exactly the one that Boy Han imitated."

"Interesting, haha, the person who got this arm didn't recognize that it was a fake, and thought it was the real Great Desolation War Puppet's arm." The Five Elements God Stove laughed, watching the arm smash towards the top of Han Muye's head.

Even if it is an imitated arm of a prehistoric war puppet, even if it is a prehistoric war puppet made up of various god-level parts, this is still a war puppet that can suppress the world and imprison the entire space of Yutao City!

This battle puppet has no god-level strength in one blow, and it doesn't even have the power to resist it.

Does Han Muye have god-level strength?

Looking at the palm above his head, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he raised the spear in his hand.

Without arousing the slightest strength in himself, he just handed out the spear.

There was a sense of resistance in the spear.

Without a spear that inspires power, it can't stop the prehistoric battle puppets.

If it was hit directly by this palm, the battle gun might not completely collapse, but it would definitely be severely damaged.

I am afraid that all these countless years of nurturing will have to be wasted.

"Om—"

Above the spear, there was a sound of shock.

The golden divine patterns on it began to blend together, and then turned into a nimble halo, wrapping around Han Muye's arm.

cooperate?

The meaning of cooperation came from above the guns.

Cooperate once to resist the palm of this prehistoric war puppet.

The strength in the spear that originally resisted Han Muye's physical strength turned docile.

Han Muye laughed, gripped the spear tightly, and flew up.

The imprisoning power of that prehistoric battle puppet had no effect on him.

What he aroused at this time was the physical strength of the prehistoric overlord level, not to mention a fake prehistoric war puppet, even the real prehistoric war puppet, he couldn't be imprisoned at all!

Flying forward, the long gun vibrated, and endless blood rushed into the gun body.

The gun body, which was originally one foot and three feet long, suddenly shot out a thousand feet of golden light.

The long spear turned into a war spear across the sky, on which Sen Han's dao dao divine lines were revealed.

Every divine pattern is the power of a rule!

Hundreds of rules merged, and finally thirty divine patterns lit up on it.

The power of the entire battle gun was not activated at one time, only thirty of them were activated.

enough!

For countless thousands of years, this battle gun has never been inspired with such a powerful force.

Han Muye's qi and blood are so strong that if he were the all-powerful overlord Dragon Crocodile, he would even be able to compete invincibly with a cosmic-level war puppet armor.

This kind of power is enough to activate all the power of the Heaven Slaughter Battle Spear.

Among the battle guns, the roar resounded, as if it was endlessly comfortable.

As a soldier, isn't the greatest happiness to fully stimulate one's combat power and fight against the strong?

The ten thousand zhang gun light was fired instantly, and the long spear rushed out, piercing towards the body of the war puppet on the sky.

The war puppet under the palm of his hand hadn't had time to react before he was stabbed in the chest by the spear, and his whole body was carried by the spear, rushing into the void sky.

Han Muye followed behind the spear, walking forward step by step.

He crossed countless voids in one step, and broke through countless space barriers with a single movement of his body.

The Golden Bird, the Chaos Golden Bead, and the Five Elements Divine Stove followed closely behind curiously.

They also wanted to see who Han Muye's enemy was.

The war puppet whose body had been pierced by the war gun fled limply, and was poked by the war gun, smashing into space after space.

"I caught you." Han Muye whispered, raised his hand and scratched the space in front of him.

A gloomy old man in a black robe had a look of horror on his face, he wanted to wave his hand to block Han Muye's palm, but he couldn't resist even a little bit.

"Crack——"

The old man's shoulder was snapped off by Han Muye's palm.

For most of the practitioners in the galaxy universe, without the battle puppets and armor, their own combat power is really too weak.

Even if the old man in front of him is a strong man who can control a god-level battle puppet, he can't even fight back when the battle puppet is defeated and his soul is shaken.

At this time, if the old man meets an ordinary ninth-level or even holy-level practitioner, he can still resist a little bit.

It's a pity that the person in front of him came from the prehistoric universe, and with his own combat power alone, he could compete with the gods. With all his strength, he was a real strong man who could face the prehistoric puppets head-on.

Han Muye pressed his palm, and the old man's body completely shattered.

He doesn't need to get anything from this old man.

War puppets can talk.

As the body of this god-level powerhouse shattered, the war puppet pierced by the spear instantly lost its agility.

Han Muye stretched out his hand, and the puppet landed in front of him with the spear.

There was a trace of flattery and flattery on this spear.

"Little guy, your strength is not enough." The golden bird fluttered its wings and chirped.

The Chaos Golden Bead following behind the golden bird swirled around, looking up and down at the spear.

The Five Elements God Stove stared at it maliciously, and muttered: "This gun is good, it can be melted..."

Stared at by these gazes, Zhan Qiang felt a little cold for no reason, so he couldn't help but move closer to Han Muye's side.

Han Muye raised his hand and grabbed the war puppet's arm.

"Om—"

A series of memories turned into pictures and appeared in his mind.

The memory of this war puppet is extremely mixed.

Although some parts are prehistoric grade, most of the parts and cores of this war puppet are god grade.

Many of them are holy.

The old man he killed was named Zhao Quan, a god-level powerhouse hidden in a certain city.

Their city is the residence of a pantheon.

Among them, there is also a trading hall of the Pantheon.

It's just that this trading hall was sealed up by its owner back then, and it's hard to find it now.

A series of memories flashed, and Han Muye found two interesting points.

The first point is that after his imitated battle puppet arm was taken away by the deputy city lord of Mingwu City, it was not sent back to Mingwu City, but was intercepted and killed by many strong men. The puppet arm snatched away.

Zhao Quan, who had snatched the puppet's arm, installed it on his puppet.

Although it was a little strange why the war puppet's arm didn't exert the power it should have, but Zhao Quan didn't doubt that it was a fake.

Never thought about it.

How in the world is it possible to make a fake prehistoric battle puppet arm?

He just thought that the war puppet's arm had been left in the ruins for too long, and its strength had degraded.

What's more, many parts on the war puppet's arm were broken, and he planned to use them first, and repair those broken parts when he returned to the big city.

Although the arm of the war puppet that was robbed in Mingwu City was annoyed, there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Quan came quietly, wanting to take away the battle gun.

The Heaven Slaughtering Battle Spear was left by the master of their city back then. It was placed in Yutao City to absorb the power of heaven and earth and feed its rules.

The downfall of Yutao City and its surrounding area of ​​tens of thousands of miles is not unrelated to this battle gun.

"That city is actually unowned?"

"The owner of this battle gun has fallen, but his disciples are not up to the mark, so no one has inherited that trading temple?"

The light in Han Muye's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"What's more interesting is that that city is not far from Zhuyang City."

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

He was planning to go to Zhuyang City.

Wouldn't it be better to go to that city to see it?

The war puppet in his palm turned into a golden armor, Han Muye stretched out his hand and grabbed the battle gun.

The war gun vibrated slightly, and then obediently turned into a golden mark, which landed on the back of Han Muye's hand.

It's not refining like other treasures, it's just cooperation.

This was probably the last stubbornness of the Heaven Killing Gun.

I don't recognize you as the master, I am your partner.

Han Muye chuckled and looked at the mark on the back of his hand, then turned his head to look at the ruins of Yutao City below.

Because of the battle between the prehistoric level powerhouses, the ruins of Yutao City have been wrapped in layers of void fog, and it seems that they are about to be teleported into the void world.

"I left beforehand, God Slayer War Puppet will follow you to Zhuyang Academy, I will go after I finish my work." Han Muye's voice rang in He Yangsun's ear.

At this time, all the imprisoning power of Yutao City had dissipated, but the fog in the void vibrated, obviously returning to the void again.

If you don't leave quickly, you will get lost in the void along with Yutao City.

"I understand." He Yangsun nodded, turned to look at the practitioners of the Yutao League around him, and cupped his hands: "Everyone, He will fulfill all his promises."

"Just go to He's house in Tacheng."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yan Ke'er beside him, and Nalan Moran who rushed forward.

"Let's go out of Yutao City first."

Not long after everyone left the ruins of Yutao City, the entire ruins of Yutao City disappeared in place, leaving only a desert.

Powerful people from all sides stood outside the ruins, some left quietly, some turned their heads to look at where He Yangsun and the others were.

Nalan Moran did not follow He Yangsun to Tacheng, nor did He Yangsun follow him to Nalan's house to meet his father.

Although He Yangsun said that he has no complaints against He Ju, it doesn't mean that he will go to see him.

If He Ju had the Tacheng family in his heart, he and his mother, he should come to Tacheng.

The reward that Nalan Moran promised to Yan Ke'er before, he paid with the origin currency owed to him by Ming Wucheng.

Xue Ning'er left quietly, as if she was afraid of being intercepted and killed.

But she told He Yangsun that she would look for He Yangsun when the time was right.

He Yangsun had promised to buy that war gun at double the price.

A battle of relics, in which the strong emerge one after another.

Not only did the eighth and ninth ranks form an alliance, but there were also holy ranks, god ranks, and even the last prehistoric rank war puppets.

For the cultivators from all sides, no one knows the outcome of the last battle against the Great Desolate Puppet, and no one dares to speculate.

It is extremely lucky to be able to come back alive.

He Yangsun returned the same way with the practitioners from Tacheng.

For them, this trip has also gained a lot.

Not only because of the establishment of the Jade Tao League, occupying various treasure places in the ruins, and finding a lot of wealth, but more because of witnessing the real battle of the strong.

Even if it's just for an instant.

On the way back, everyone was silent.

When Master Han fought against a prehistoric level powerhouse, the blow of the long spear piercing through the air really shocked everyone's hearts and it was difficult to dispel it.

This is the real powerhouse in the world!

Nested in Tacheng, they will never be such a strong man.

Many people made up their minds to go to Dacheng after returning to Tacheng.

Or spend a lot of money to enter the academy.

Only in this way can we improve ourselves.

———————

Cold Moon City.

It is a hundred thousand miles away from the wasteland to the west of Zhuyang City.

Not everyone knows about Cold Moon City.

Because this is a floating city.

It is said that this city was magnificent countless years ago, and it is a big city.

Later, the city fell, unable to bear it, fell from the void, and was suspended in the sky a hundred thousand feet away.

Zhuyang City and other cities once attacked Hanyue City, but failed in the end.

Because the defensive array of Hanyue City can resist the existence of prehistoric level powerhouses.

"boom--"

In Cold Moon City, a roar exploded.

In a large hall, several old men in black robes flew out with pale faces.

"That man was so courageous that he killed Zhao Quan!"

"You really want to die, you dare to provoke me in Cold Moon City."

The auras of the several old men are dignified, at least they are holy.

Killing intent filled their eyes.

"Zhao Quan is also a waste. He will fall if he controls a prehistoric war puppet." A white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and looked towards the square not far away.

On that square, there were several mutilated war puppets, all of which looked extremely powerful, but now they are not driven by anyone, so they can only become scrap iron.

"It seems that I, Cold Moon City, will form another Primordial Battle Puppet." The old man gave a low voice, and just as he was about to move forward, his expression suddenly changed.

"who!"

He stared wide-eyed, looking at the figure who came to the square at some time and stood beside those war puppets.

Someone can invade Cold Moon City silently and step into the square where the town is fighting puppets!

How can this be!

Standing in front of the war puppet, Han Muye didn't even look back, his face was full of smiles.

"So many prehistoric battle puppets."

"mine."

"It's all mine!"

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