Integrity.

Broad.

Magnificent.

When the palm of the Flood Desolation War Puppet was slapped, the entire ruined space of Jade Pottery City was imprisoned.

The Heavenly Dao of the Galaxy Universe does not exist, and all the great power is attributed to the strong.

At this time, the desolate war puppet under this palm has the power to control all the space in the ruins of Jade Pottery City.

When this palm was pressed, all cultivators below the Holy Rank lost control of the power of their bodies and lost their perception of the forces outside their bodies.

Yan Ke'er, who was pale, had her teeth chattering and her legs trembling.

This power, she is familiar with.

After seeing it, you will never forget it for the rest of your life.

A desolate-level war puppet, a power that surpasses a god-level existence!

He Yangsun stood there, gritting his teeth, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

He didn't feel as powerless for a moment as he did now.

Practice, just for the sake of such powerlessness?

His veins seemed to be boiling.

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

In the distance, Nalan Moran, who had just rushed out of the warehouse, clenched his fists, although Qin Lao tried his best to protect him, but he could not protect himself, and could only block him with half his body.

Xue Ning'er, who had just gained a lot, turned pale with a pale face, and her eyes were fixed on the golden giant palm.

Is that a Flood Golem?

At that time, the Jade Pottery City was reduced to ruins because of the battle with such a strong man.

Who can resist such a powerful force?

She can't control such a strong force in her life......

"Flood war puppet?" The golden bird's voice sounded, with a hint of doubt.

"How do you feel about this desolate level war puppet, it's a little weak?" The chaos that incarnates the golden bead is also a whisper.

"The fart Flood Desolation War Puppet, this is a god-level war puppet, but many of its parts have been replaced with the Flood Desolation level." There was disdain in the voice of the Five Elements Divine Furnace.

God-level?

The flood level war puppets that were handed down in ancient times were different from the god level in later generations.

The god-level combat power of later generations is not as strong as the hundred and one strength of those desolate-level war puppets.

Few people can control the Flood Desolation-level war puppets alone, even the god-level, and most of them are held by dozens of god-level puppeteers.

The inheritance of the galaxy universe is now in such a situation, the powerful war puppet armor handed down from ancient times, no strong person in later generations can control it.

"What's even more interesting is that you know who refined this war puppet's arm?" There was smugness in the voice of the Five Elements Divine Furnace.

Arm?

The golden bird and the chaotic gaze fell on the heavily pressed palm.

"How is this arm similar to the arm that Han Boy refined?"

"It can't be the arm, right? Wasn't that arm sent to Mingwu City? ”

There was a voice of surprise from the golden bird and the golden orb.

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

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

"Interesting, haha, the person who got this arm didn't recognize it as a copy, and thought it was a real Flood War Puppet arm." The Five Elements Divine Furnace smiled and watched as the arm smashed towards the top of Han Muye's head.

Even if it is an imitation of the Flood Desolation-level war puppet arm, even if it is a Flood Desolation War Puppet made up of various god-level parts, this is also a war puppet that can suppress the heavens and the earth with a single shot, and the entire space of Jade Pottery City is imprisoned!

This battle puppet has no god-level strength, and it doesn't even have the strength to resist a single bit.

Does Han Muye have god-level strength?

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

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

There was a hint of resistance in the spear.

A spear that doesn't inspire power can't stop a desolate-level war puppet.

If it is directly hit by this palm, the spear will not necessarily collapse completely, but it will definitely be greatly damaged.

I'm afraid these countless years of warmth and nourishment will have to be consumed.

"Hum—"

Above the spear, a loud sound was heard.

The golden divine patterns on it began to merge, and then turned into a smart halo and wrapped around Han Muye's arm.

Cooperate?

There is a sense of cooperation on the spear.

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

The power in the spear that originally resisted Han Muye's physical strength turned into meekness.

Han Muye laughed, clenched the spear, and then flew up.

The imprisoned power of the desolate level war puppet had no effect on him.

What he inspires at this time is the physical power of the Flood Desolation Overlord level, not to mention a fake Flood Desolation War Puppet, it is a real Flood Desolation War Puppet, and it can't imprison him at all!

Flying forward, the spear roared, and endless blood slammed into the body of the spear.

The body of the spear, which was originally three feet long, suddenly shot out a thousand feet of golden light.

The spear turned into a war spear that crossed the sky, and the Dao Divine Pattern of the Mori Han on it was revealed.

Every divine pattern is a rule power!

The rules of the hundred paths blended, and finally the thirty divine patterns on it lit up.

The power of the entire war spear was not activated at once, only thirty of them were activated.

Enough is enough!

For countless thousands of years, this spear has never been unleashed with such power.

Han Muye's qi and blood strength is so strong, if he is a heyday Flood Overlord Dragon Crocodile, he can even compete with a universe-level war puppet armor and be undefeated.

This kind of power is enough to urge the Heaven Killing Spear to be fully powerful.

In the midst of the war guns, the roar resounded, as if it was endlessly comfortable.

As a soldier, isn't the greatest happiness to exert your own combat power and fight with the strong?

The spear was instantly activated, and the spear rushed out directly, stabbing towards the body of the war puppet on the sky.

Before the battle puppet under the palm of his hand could react, it had already been pierced in the chest by this spear, and its entire body was carried by the spear, rushing into the void sky.

Han Muye's figure followed behind the spear, moving forward step by step.

He passed through countless voids in one step, and as soon as his body moved, he broke through countless spatial barriers.

The Golden Bird and the Chaos Golden Bead, as well as the Five Elements Divine Furnace, were all curious and followed.

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

The war puppet that was pierced through the body by the war spear flew away weakly, and was poked by the war spear, shattering the space.

"Got you." Han Muye whispered in his mouth, raised his hand and smashed the space in front of him.

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

"Click-"

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

For most cultivators in the galaxy universe, without the battle puppet and battle armor, their own combat power is really much weaker.

Even if the old man in front of him was a strong man who could control a god-level war puppet, he couldn't even fight back when the war puppet was defeated and his own spirit was shocked.

At this time, if the old man encounters an ordinary ninth-level or even a saint-level cultivator, he can resist a little.

It's a pity that what he is in front of him is from the Flood Desolation Universe, and he can compete with the god level with his own combat power alone, and he can stimulate it with all his might, and he is a real powerhouse that the Flood Desolation level war puppets can face directly.

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

He didn't need anything from the old man's mouth.

The war puppet can speak.

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

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

On this spear, there is a hint of flattery and flattery.

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

The Chaos Orb that followed the golden bird swirled around, looking the spear up and down.

The Five Elements Divine Furnace stared at it with bad intentions, muttering: "This gun is good, it can be melted ......."

Being stared at by these eyes, the war spear felt a little chilly for no reason, and couldn't help but get closer to Han Muye's side.

Han Muye raised his hand and took the battle puppet arm.

"Hum—"

One by one, memories appeared in his mind as pictures.

The memory of this war puppet is extremely mixed.

Although some of the parts are Flood Level, most of the parts and cores of this puppet are actually God-level.

Many of them are saint-level.

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

Their city was the site of a pantheon.

Among them, there is also a pantheon's trading hall.

It's just that this trading hall was sealed by its owner back then, and now it is difficult to find it at all.

Memories flashed one after another, and Han Muye found two interesting points.

The first point, after his imitation of the war 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 people, and in the end, Zhao Quan made a move and snatched the war puppet arm away.

Zhao Quan, who snatched the puppet's arm, mounted it on top of his own puppet.

Although it was a little strange why this battle puppet arm did not exert the power that a Flood Wilderness-level war puppet part should have, Zhao Quan did not suspect that it was fake.

Never thought about it.

How could it be possible in the world to make a fake Flood Golem arm?

He just thought that the golem arm had been sitting in the ruins for too long, and its strength had degraded.

In addition, many parts of the war golem's arm were broken, and he was going to use them first, and when he returned to the city, he would repair those broken parts.

The robbed war puppet arm of Ming Wucheng, although he was angry, he had no choice.

Zhao Quan came quietly to take away the war spear.

The Heaven Killing War Spear was left by the owner of their city back then, and it was placed in Jade Pottery City to absorb the power of heaven and earth and feed the rules in it.

The fall of Jade Pottery City and the surrounding tens of thousands of miles is not unrelated to this war spear.

"That city, in fact, is ownerless?"

"The owner of this spear has fallen, but his disciples are not angry, so no one has inherited the trading temple until now?"

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

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

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

He was already going to Casting Yang City.

Wouldn't that be the more important thing to visit that city?

The war puppet in his palm turned into golden armor, and Han Muye stretched out his hand and held the war spear.

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

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

This is about the last stubbornness of the Sky Killing Spear.

I don't recognize you as Lord, 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 Jade Pottery City below.

Because of the battle of the Flood Desolation-level powerhouse, the ruins of Jade Pottery City have been wrapped in layers of void mist, and it seems that they are about to teleport into the void world.

"I have to leave in advance, the God Butcher War Puppet will go to Zhuyang Academy with you, and I will go after I finish my business." Han Muye's voice sounded in He Yangsun's ears.

At this time, all the confinement power of Jade Pottery City had dissipated, but the Void Mist was shaking, and it was obvious that it was going to return to the Void again.

If you don't leave quickly, you will be lost in the Void Land with Jade Pottery City.

"I understand." He Yangsun nodded, turned to look at the Jade Pottery Alliance cultivators around him, and arched his hand: "Everyone, all of He's promises will be fulfilled." ”

"Just go to Tacheng He's house."

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

"Let's get out of Jade Pottery City first."

Soon after everyone left the ruins of Jade Pottery City, the entire ruins of Jade Pottery City disappeared in place, leaving only a desert.

The strong men of all sides stood outside the ruins, some quietly left, and some turned their heads to look at He Yangsun and their location.

Nalan Moran did not go to Tacheng with He Yangsun, and He Yangsun did not go with him to Nalan's house to see his father.

Although He Yangsun said that he had no resentment against He Ju, it did not mean that he would go to see him.

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

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

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

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

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

A battle of relics, in which the strongest are revealed.

Not only did the eighth-level and ninth-level form an alliance, but there were also saint-level and god-level and even the last Flood Wilderness-level war puppets to make a move.

For cultivators from all sides, no one knows what the result of the final flood war puppet will be, and no one dares to speculate.

It's a lucky thing to come back alive.

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

For them, this trip is also a huge reward.

Not only because of the formation of the Jade Pottery Alliance, occupying various treasure places among the ruins, and finding a lot of wealth, but also because of the real battle of the strong.

Even if it's just for a moment.

On the way back, everyone was silent.

Master Han fought against a Flood Desolation-level powerhouse, and the blow of the spear that broke through the air really shocked everyone's hearts and was difficult to eliminate.

This is the real powerhouse in the world!

Nesting in Tower City, they can never become such a strong person.

Many people made up their minds in their hearts, and after returning to Tacheng, they went to Dacheng.

Or spend a lot of money to get into the academy.

Only in this way can you improve yourself.

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Coldmoon City.

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

Not everyone knows about Cold Moon City.

Because it's a floating city.

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

Later, the city fell and could not bear it, so it fell from the void and was suspended in the air 100,000 zhang away.

Casting Sun City and other cities once attacked Cold Moon City, but ultimately returned to no avail.

Because the defense array of Cold Moon City can resist the existence of a flood level powerhouse.

"Boom-"

In Cold Moon City, a roar exploded.

In a large hall, several old men in black robes had blue faces and flew out.

"That person is so bold that he actually killed Zhao Quan!"

"It's really looking for death, dare to provoke me in Cold Moon City."

Several old men have a dignified aura on their bodies, at least they are also at the holy level.

The murderous intent in their eyes was pervasive.

"Zhao Quan is also a waste, controlling a flood war puppet, it will fall." A white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and looked at the square not far away.

In that square, there were several mutilated war golems, all of which looked extremely powerful, but now they were undriven and could only be scrap metal.

"It seems that my Cold Moon City is going to form another Flood Desolation-level war puppet." The old man let out a low snort, and was just about to walk forward, when his face suddenly changed sharply.

"What people!"

His eyes widened as he looked at the figures standing beside the war golems who had come to the square at some point.

Someone can silently invade Cold Moon City and step into the square of this feudal town's war puppet!

This, how is that possible!

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

"So many desolate level war puppets."

"Mine."

"It's all mine!"

Push a friend's book

"Dragon Family: I Was Forced to Slay the Dragon After Failing the Course"

(End of chapter)