"You can't use anything that is past level nine."

"It's the rules of trial."

Han Muye looked at Feng Jiutian and said lightly, "Otherwise, what do I want you to do?" ”

Feng Jiutian's face stiffened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Senior Brother Han said this, he was really domineering.

If it weren't for the rules of the trial and the fact that he couldn't use saint-level things, a war puppet beside Senior Brother Han would be able to solve everything.

Besides, with Senior Brother Han facing the dean directly, trading half of the strong net worth of Zhuyang Academy, what resources can't be taken out?

Feng Jiutian nodded with a wry smile and looked at He Yang, who was expressionless beside him.

I'm really compared to this guy.

The other trial disciples saw that He Yang and Feng Jiutian had dedicated their war puppet battle armor, looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and sent their war puppet and battle armor away.

"Demolition."

Han Muye let out a low snort.

A group of refining disciples stepped forward, and the flames rose.

The battle golem armor was reduced to pieces, and then mounted on the body of the war golem made of bluestone and refined iron.

With these powerful parts, the combat power and defensive power of these golems have increased dramatically.

Let those sixth-level and seventh-level refiners assemble the refining war puppets, and Han Muye led all the eighth-level refiners out of the fortifications.

"As a refiner, you can't just look at the battle golem and the battle armor."

Han Muye looked at the eleven eighth-level refiners beside him, and then looked ahead.

"Look, what about the mountains?"

Mountain range?

The group of refiners turned their heads in confusion and looked at the mountain range that Han Muye had said.

Mountains are mountains, and nothing is unusual.

"This is the trial place of Zhuyang Academy, and everything here is specially arranged."

"In these mountain ranges, there are scattered formations."

Han Muye opened his mouth to remind.

Formation!

"Senior Brother is going to use these formations?" A big man in a green robe and carrying a hammer on his back asked in surprise.

"These formations can protect hundreds of miles of heaven and earth here, and can transform a trial space, if they can stimulate their power, then I don't know how strong it will be." Another young man also whispered.

They are all eighth-level refiners, as long as they are slightly inspired, they can understand what Han Muye said about what the formation can do.

Borrow the power of the great array to urge the war puppets.

Even if they had refined a battle puppet that could resist the saint-level, they would not be able to exert their combat effectiveness at all with these trial disciples.

Unless these war puppets themselves have extremely strong combat power, the disciples who don't need to control them will spend more divine soul power.

Then, with the help of the power of the Great Array, it is the best choice.

"These are the foundation of the great array here, and they cannot be destroyed or shaken below the god level."

Han Muye raised his hand, and a series of lights and shadows appeared in front of him.

With the movement of his fingers, endless and complex streamers emerged in the light and shadow.

These streamers were so complex that all the eighth-level refiners felt dizzy even when they looked at them directly.

Han Muye didn't care about them, the streamers in his hands continued to overlap, and then turned into a large array of light and shadow with a radius of ten zhang.

"What you have to do is to draw these lines before the next wave of alien beast tides erupts."

With the finger clicking, the light and shadow in front of him dissipated layer by layer, and finally only a few thick streamers were left.

The streamer exploded in the void and flew away into the distance.

Several refiners glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

They couldn't understand the entire array, but they could still do it just by following this light and shadow to draw the power of the array.

At this time, in the hall a hundred miles away, all those ruling sects had solemn expressions on their faces, staring at the light curtain

Before, Han Muye directly asked He Yang and Feng Jiutian to gather all the trial disciples, and let them detect the abnormality.

An unknown ninth-level refiner could actually make the top of the two trial disciples bow down.

And this one still makes Liang Qiyuan and the dean seem unwilling to offend.

If that's all they want, they're at most feeling that this person has some unimaginable background.

But looking at the light curtain in which Han Muye drew the large array of this place of trial with one hand, everyone was stunned.

As a teacher at the Casting Sun Academy, these rulings knew the origins of this place of trial.

Back then, it took decades of materials and tens of billions of yuan coins to set up this large array.

The formation diagram of this great array alone would take three god-level refiners to draw it for three days at the same time before it could manifest.

But just now, it was only a quarter of an hour, and the trial disciple named Han Mu directly drew the formation diagram out of thin air.

It's impossible to do.

Even if he is proficient in the formation and has a very familiar memory of this formation, he can't draw it without a god-level divine soul.

What kind of cultivation is the realm and what to do.

Those eighth-level refiners couldn't even face this formation directly.

Among the more than 100 rulings in the main hall, not to mention those saint levels, even a few god levels, they couldn't get a peek at the whole picture of the big array diagram drawn by Han Muye.

Their divine soul power is not enough.

"He, what the hell is he......"

Only at this time did Zhao Zhijin whisper with a pale face.

Among the trial disciples, how could there be such a strong person?

In the entire teaching and learning of Zhuyang Academy, I am afraid that there is no such power!

"Sect Chief, he, who the hell is he......" A white-bearded old man looked at Liang Qiyuan and spoke in a low voice.

The others also looked at Liang Qiyuan with complicated expressions.

Now, they can probably understand why Liang Qiyuan wants to protect the No. 14 mountain.

It's not a cover-up.

In front of such a strong man, no one knows who is protecting him.

This great power, needs to be protected?

"It doesn't matter who he is."

Liang Qiyuan looked at everyone, his eyes revealed a deep divine light, and when he raised his hand, a golden streamer swayed.

"From now until the next wave of alien beast tides begins, no one is allowed to leave this place."

"Whoever dares to summon the news will be killed."

On Liang Qiyuan's body, there was a trace of evil spirit, and a war puppet flew down beside him.

He raised his hand, and the golden light turned into a snare, sealing the entire hall.

What do you mean?

If it was before, I'm afraid all the rulings would blow up.

But at this time, no one spoke.

This trial is too weird.

Absolutely unimaginable things are happening.

Everyone lowered their heads and sat in front of the light curtain, watching the disciples in the light curtain form a war puppet and set up a large array.

"Not to mention, with such means, you can really give full play to your strength."

"These battle puppets, coupled with the power of the large array, cannot be broken even by the holy level."

"What is he guarding against?"

In the middle of the hall, there were whispers.

Not everyone is curious to look at the more and more war puppets in the light curtain, as well as the more and more brilliant spiritual light on the fourteenth mountain.

"Hum—"

There was a soft sound in the hall.

Liang Qiyuan raised his hand, and a golden light slashed out.

"Tu Ziyu, it's Ling!"

Liang Qiyuan let out a low shout, and the war puppet behind him rushed out and grabbed towards a sitting puppet master.

The Lenten Imperial Puppet Master smiled, and his figure stepped back.

In front of him, a black war puppet punched out, blocking Liang Qiyuan's war puppet.

"Bang-"

The two war puppets collided together, and Tu Ziyu's war puppet was knocked away by Liang Qiyuan's war puppet.

Tu Ziyu's face remained unchanged, and when he raised his hand, a suppressed blood light rose in his palm.

"What are you going to do!"

"The blood blew itself up, you are crazy."

"You're a traitor!"

The surrounding adjudication instructors hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

The roar of the explosion resounded, and the entire hall was opened.

Dozens of saint-level cultivators vomited blood and retreated, and a venerable war puppet supported them in front.

"Whoa—"

A blood-colored streamer rushed into the sky.

A black-robed adjubrator flew into the sky with a smile.

Liang Qiyuan snorted coldly, and his battle puppet flew up and smashed the ruling sect with a punch.

But it was too late.

The blood light that shot straight into the sky pierced the light and shadow in the sky, tearing the entire heaven and earth apart.

Then, the sky shook, and a huge crack emerged.

"The Alien Beast Tide has started early!"

"No, this breath is not right!"

"Holy ......"

"God-level!"

"How can there be a god-level beast!"

All the adjudication lessons changed dramatically.

"Teach the chief, quickly, quickly ask the dean!"

"Quick, let the trial disciples leave!"

The rulings below are all in shambles.

Liang Qiyuan shook his head, with a solemn expression on his face.

"The dean and several elders of the City Lord's Mansion have already gone to the outer void to fight against the enemy."

"The entire Casting Sun Academy is cut off from the power of the void, and the power of teleportation is cut off."

"We can only stay here."

"Die, or knock them all back."

Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath and looked at everyone below.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry for you."

"The Dean told me to hold back the enemies here so that they could not find out that we were aware of their plot."

"If you die in battle today, Liang Qiyuan will be the first to die."

After Liang Qiyuan finished speaking, he flew up, and the war puppets around him protected his body behind him and flew for nine days at the same time as him.

Others look at each other.

Liang Qiyuan, the dean, knows that there are changes here.

But in order not to let the enemy know, they chose to hide it.

Sacrifice everyone here, delay the enemy, and save Casting Yang City.

The sacrifice is worth it.

As teachers and students of the Casting Yang Academy, enjoying the transcendent status and power in the Casting Yang City, they certainly have to pay sacrifices that others do not have.

"I remember, yes, it's Han Mu's summons!" Someone turned his head to look at Zhao Zhijin on the side.

Han Mu discovered the change, so he began to arrange and send a message.

Zhao Zhijin's face was pale.

He couldn't imagine what he had done before.

If the summons hadn't been handed over to the dean, wouldn't it be possible that the entire Casting Yang City would have been in great trouble?

"Forget it, it's just a fight to the death." One of the instructors shook his head and rode his armor into the sky.

The others looked at each other and stopped talking.

It has reached this point that it can only be a battle.

"Do your best to protect those trial disciples."

"They don't deserve to die here."

A god-level armor master flew in the direction of the fourteenth mountain range.

The others followed.

At this time, on the side of the fourteenth mountain range, everyone also saw the changes above the heavenly dome.

"Isn't it the ninth day?"

"Well, it's noon on the eighth day!"

"What kind of breath is that, and why am I shaking?"

"Impossible, god-level, how can there be god-level?"

It's impossible not to mess around.

It's too strong.

Those alien beasts are too strong.

"Guyuan Wyvern, level nine."

"Void batbat, holy level."

"Heyuan Three Spirit Sparrows, god-level."

Feng Jiutian's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and whispered.

He finally understood why Senior Brother Han had gathered everyone together like this, and had to dismantle all the battle puppets and armors.

Such a powerful beast, they simply can't resist it.

Even if they had a puppet armor on them, they wouldn't be able to fight.

"Boom-"

A god-level ruling in black armor flew down, and the long knife in his hand blocked a god-level beast.

The force of a blow is the vibration of the entire void.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Fortify your defenses!"

The god-level armor master shouted.

Below, the already sluggish trial disciples all turned their heads to look at Han Muye, who was standing on top of the fortifications.

At such times, only the backbone can command.

Everyone's hearts are in turmoil, and they are already at a loss.

"Feng Jiutian, you take all the armor masters to guard the left flank."

"He Yang, you take all the imperial puppet masters to guard the right wing."

"All refiners continue to refine replacement parts."

Han Muye looked at the mountains in the distance and said lightly, "I'll bring them back." ”

The great array traction has not yet been successful, and the eleven eighth-level refiners have not yet returned.

Now that the tide of alien beasts has arrived, it is impossible for an eighth-level refiner to survive.

It was Han Muye who asked them to lead the big array, so naturally he had to bring them back.

After he finished speaking, the figure flew out directly.

The God Butcher Golem followed, covering his body in armor.

Puppeteer, Armorer!

Unconsciously, everyone turned their heads to look at He Yangsun, who was also controlling the battle puppet He is a battle armor.

This, what does it have to do with Senior Brother Han?

"Defense, wait for the senior brother to return!" He Yang snorted, then held a long knife in his hand and stood on top of the fortifications.

Others hurried into the fortifications.

A golden flame in Feng Jiutian's hand also stood on top of the fortifications.

His gaze swept over He Yang on the side.

He didn't believe that He Yang didn't have a war puppet and a battle armor, and he could compare to him.

Ahead, Han Muye had already found two refiners.

"Senior brother, it's just a little bit, I, I can't give up." A refiner's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

He led the golden streamer in his hand and ran briskly.

Above the sky, three black shadows swooped down.

Rank 9 Alien Beast!

Han Muye's eyes revealed murderous intent.

The God Butcher War Puppet moved, and the long knife fell.

"Thorn-"

Three ninth-level beasts, one knife and two cuts!

The blood spilled stained the surrounding world.

"Hurry up." Han Muye said lightly.

The two refiners were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly dragged the streamer to the fourteenth mountain range.

Han Muye's gaze swept over and looked to the other side, a phantom had quietly fallen, rushing towards a refiner.

He let out a low snort, and a bolt of lightning struck out from his armor.

"Boom-"

The body of a saint-level phantom cheetah appeared behind the refiner who was pulling the power of the Great Array with all his might, and then it was wrapped in lightning and turned into nothing.

The refiner turned his head with a pale face, and when he saw Han Muye, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, dragging the formation over there.

After wandering around, Han Muye brought the eight refiners and formation traction back to the fourteenth mountain range.

At this time, above the heavenly dome, the trial judges could no longer stop those strange beasts.

The overwhelming beasts burst through the web of the Judges, and then rushed towards the mountains below.

"Kill—"

He Yangsun, who was holding a long knife, flew towards the flying beast.

A trace of flame condensed in Feng Jiutian's eyes, and he rushed over.

He didn't believe that He Yang, who didn't have a battle armor and a war puppet, could be stronger than him.

Below, Han Muye, who had returned to the fortifications, turned his head, his face was calm, he glanced at everyone, and said, "I will preside over the big array, the war puppet, and leave it to you to control." ”

"If you can't stop it, you'll all die."

(End of chapter)