While Yang Feng was frowning and thinking, Xuan reminded Yang Feng softly in his mind: "Wuji Academy, Qingfeng Valley, Zhengyimen, Mingyue Sect, Evil Ghost Gate, and Tianlong Gate are the six strongest monk groups in the Star Continent. Legend has it that these six major forces all have great cultivators, and according to my speculation, the great monks should have the strong strength and combat power of the martial artists of the Divine Core Realm. ”

"Why do you want to attack your Xuan Ming Temple?"

A cold glint flashed in Yang Feng's eyes, and he smiled contemptuously: "Because you Xuanming Temple is blocking the way of our puppet gate!" ”

Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a cold murderous intent: "If you want to go further on the path of a monk, you need more resources!" The resources of the Principality of Longxiang have taken a fancy to our puppet gate! Zhao Di, if you know the current affairs and surrender to our puppet sect now, I can give you a good position. Otherwise, you will die here today and become a stepping stone to the revival of our puppet gate! ”

Hearing Yang Feng's words, Zhao Di said coldly: "You will pay the price for your arrogance and stupidity!" ”

As soon as Zhao Di's voice fell, Yang Feng smiled coldly and ordered loudly: "Attack!" ”

As soon as Yang Feng's order was reached, the three thousand battle puppets suddenly moved, and quickly flew in the direction of Xuan Netherworld City.

"Swamp Technique!"

In the monk tower in the center of Xuan Netherworld City, Zhao Di pointed casually, and the sixty-meter-high monk tower flashed, and a powerful and mysterious power fluctuated, suddenly shrouded in front of Xuan Netherworld City, and a huge swamp three kilometers long and up to 100 meters wide appeared out of thin air.

In the face of the swamp that suddenly appeared under their feet, the three thousand battle golems were unable to regain their momentum, and some of the battle golems fell into the huge swamp, entangled in the swamp, and sank slowly and firmly.

The more the three thousand battle golems struggled, the faster they sank, and it didn't take long for them to sink completely into the swamp.

Watching the three thousand battle golems sink into the swamp, all the warriors on the walls of the city let out bursts of cheers.

Seeing this scene, a strange color flashed in Yang Feng's eyes, and he whispered to himself: "The strength of the monk is really extraordinary!" ”

After the huge swamp mud engulfed all the three thousand battle golems, the mysterious power disappeared directly, and the ground returned to normal.

Seeing the swamp quagmire disappear, Yang Feng let out a light shout, and a thousand battle puppets came out of the jungle behind Yang Feng, pulled out the alloy broadsword on his body and began to dig the ground, preparing to dig out the three thousand battle puppets that had fallen more than ten meters underground.

"Attack!"

An officer on the city wall saw a thousand battle puppets start digging into the ground, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly roared loudly.

Suddenly, I saw huge catapults and large heavy crossbows appear on the city wall, and heavy crossbow arrows seven meters long and huge stones weighing one or two tons bombarded towards a thousand battle puppets.

A heavy crossbow bolt was shot into the chest of a battle golem, shattering it and scattering countless parts.

A huge stone weighing a ton fell from the sky and smashed directly into the body of a battle golem, smashing the battle golem into a twisted and deformed.

Xuanming City has the Xuanming Temple, a group of monks, which is more than a hundred times richer than Pingyang City. The various heavy war weapons on Xuanming City are also more than ten times more than those in Pingyang City. Under the blows of all kinds of heavy war weapons, one battle puppet after another was shattered and deformed.

Yang Feng's face did not change at all when he saw the battle puppets destroyed by the heavy war weapons. These destroyed battle puppets had low combat effectiveness due to their materials, and Yang Feng originally planned to melt these battle puppets and recreate more advanced battle puppets.

Now that these battle golems have been destroyed, they can be made into even more powerful battle golems if their remains can be recovered.

No matter how many battle golems die, as long as the battle is won, the remains of the battle golems can be recovered, and new battle golems can be created again. It is equivalent to that the battle puppet can be reborn infinitely, and it is precisely because of this that Yang Feng can use the battle puppet unscrupulously and at will, no matter how much he dies, he will not care.

"Fireball!"

The heavy war weapons on the Xuanyin City destroyed a large number of battle puppets after several covering strikes. Zhao Di stretched out his hand and pointed, and the fireballs in the monk's tower flew out like cannonballs, bombarding the remaining battle puppets, blowing the battle puppets to pieces one by one.

Seeing that the battle puppets were blown apart, all the soldiers of Xuanyin City on the city wall burst into cheers, and their morale was greatly boosted.

"It's amazing! I've got to get a little more serious! Yang Feng watched the battle puppets being blown to pieces one by one, smiled slightly, patted his hands lightly, and one after another battle puppets walked out of the jungle behind him.

Fifty thousand battle puppets walked out from behind Yang Feng, forming a dense puppet army that looked like it couldn't be seen at all.

The human warriors on the walls of Xuanyin City saw the 50,000 battle puppets divided into five legions appear in their eyes, everyone's faces turned pale, and a look of despair flashed in their eyes.

Zhao Di in mid-air saw that Yang Feng actually had 50,000 battle puppets, his eyes were about to bulge, and he screamed a little out of shape: "No! How do you have so many battle golems? ”

Thousands of martial artist-level battle puppets were an existence that could be easily dealt with by Zhao Di, a first-level monk who was in the Monk Tower. However, in the face of 50,000 warrior-level battle puppets, Zhao Di was not sure of victory.

The 50,000 battle puppets formed five huge squares of 10,000 people, neatly aligned, with the same spacing and size, as if they were a whole. Every puppet legion was silent and cold, and just standing there gave people a huge sense of oppression.

Yang Feng coldly ordered: "Attack!" ”

As soon as Yang Feng's voice fell, the five battle puppet legions dispersed and rushed directly towards the Xuan Netherworld City from different directions.

"Swampy mud!"

Zhao Di's face changed suddenly, and he quickly cast this spell that changed the terrain. Suddenly, I saw a powerful power fluctuation erupt from the Monk Tower, enveloping the front of Xuanyin City, forming a huge swamp.

In the face of the huge swamp, one after another battle puppets jumped directly into the swamp, and then raised their hands and slowly sank, forming a platform-like existence, and the battle puppets in the rear stepped on the platform formed by the battle puppets in front and charged straight forward.

The range of the first-level spell swamp mud released by Zhao Di was extremely wide, but after all, he was only a first-level monk, and the swamp mud was vast in scope, and the depth was relatively low, only more than ten meters. All it takes is five battle golems to form a platform to settle on in the swamp.

The battle golems all possessed powerful computing power, and they stepped on the landing platforms with great precision, and quickly jumped over the huge swamp mud and rushed to the city wall.

As soon as the battle puppets came to the city wall, they quickly set up a personal ladder, and the soldiers of Xuan Netherworld City on the city wall poured hot soup and boiling oil down one after another, and poured them on the bodies of those battle puppets, but there was no effect.

Barrels of fire oil were also dumped, and a torch fell into the oil, forming a huge sea of fire that shrouded the battle puppets.

In the midst of the burning fire, the battle golem remained unmoved, and unless the flame temperature reached the point where it melted the battle golem, the battle golem would not receive any damage at all.

When the twenty human ladders were erected, a large number of battle puppets poured in from the top of the twenty human ladders.

"You damned puppets, go die!"

A high-level martial artist holding a two-meter giant sword and wearing heavy armor roared angrily, rushed to the front of a combat puppet, swung the two-meter-long terrifying giant sword, and slashed at the combat puppet with a sword, slashing the combat puppet in two.

The high-ranking martial artist was followed by eight martial artists to form a small arrow. He swung the terrifying greatsword in his hand, and where the giant sword passed, those battle golems were either shocked or cut in two.

The eight martial artists beside the high-level martial artist protected the wings and rear of the high-level martial artist, allowing him to give full play to his strength without being besieged.

It's just the outburst of that high-level martial artist, and it's just the sunset at dusk. No matter how desperately he fought, there were more and more battle puppets on the walls.

The fearless, expressionless battle golems swung their huge alloy swords and rushed into the ranks of ordinary warriors, setting off a storm of flesh and blood.

On the top of the city wall, flesh and blood flew everywhere, accompanied by the screams of countless human warriors in Xuan Netherworld.

One human army after another was crushed by the battle puppet, and they fled in all directions.

It didn't take long for only four warrior squads led by high-ranking martial artists to resist on top of the city walls.

The main force of the huge battle puppet army advanced straight in the direction of the monk's tower, and only a thousand battle puppets were divided to surround the four warrior squads.

"Surrender! Surrender to me, and you still have a way to live, or you will die. The voice of a battle puppet mechanic whispered to the four warrior squads.

Warrior-level powerhouses are also very rare in the human world. It is almost a thousand ordinary people who can give birth to a warrior-level powerhouse. Those four martial artist squads were the essence of Xuan Netherworld City, and if they surrendered, it would be very convenient for Yang Feng to walk among the human society in the Star Continent in the future.