Lingyao is the name of the sword-wielding battle golem.

This war golem has a power that surpasses that of the Flood Desolation level war golem, and is the strongest existence among the four golden war golems.

It's just that at this time, this powerful war puppet has been frozen and its body is imprisoned.

The fierceness and coldness of the black-robed figure were connected with the cold of the frozen war puppet.

Beneath the black robe was a frost-shimmering armor.

This is a battle armor that surpasses the Flood Desolation level.

It was the first time Han Muye had seen such a powerful battle armor.

After reaching the god level, there is actually not much difference between the battle armor and the war puppet, but although the control of the war golem is relatively weak, its combat power is much stronger.

Warframes sacrifice combat power, increase defense and speed, and control.

The high-end combat power in the galaxy universe, the kind that Han Muye has seen that can fight the flood level alone, is still dominated by war puppets, and there are not many people who control battle armor.

"Wow—"

The flame mist that had been permeating the surroundings exploded, and the battle puppet with a long knife stepped out of it, turning its head to look at the black-robed figure.

At this moment, there seemed to be a blood color rising from this war puppet's body.

Killing Intent.

War puppets also have killing intent.

"Linghui, do you still have the face to go back to Ziyang City?"

A suppressed roar came from the puppet's mouth, and the long knife in his hand was raised.

It was only when he moved, and the multi-faceted black-robed figure had already raised his hand.

A cyan frost mist directly froze the body of this golden armor battle puppet.

"Why can't I go back?"

"You are foolish and loyal, you want to accompany the burial of Ziyang City, I am not interested."

The voice of the black robe was a little hoarse, and there was a hint of gloom.

"Why can't you just let him pass when an era is over?"

The black-robed figure pointed to the altar in front of him, and a golden streamer rose from his body.

"He Xu Ziyang is dead, this Ziyang Ding should be handed over to us, so that we can continue the glory of Ziyang City."

The emotions in the voice exploded, and the black robe exploded Every strange old man wearing frost armor and having a frozen head and face stood there, holding a long wooden staff in his hand.

The old man's body seemed to have been fished out of the frost.

Or rather, he came out of the frost.

"Linghui, madman, disrespectful to the master, damn it." The war puppet with the long knife raised the knife in his hand and crushed the frozen frost on his body with difficulty.

The old man covered in cold showed a sneer on his face, which looked hideous against his cold face.

The wooden staff in his hand pointed forward.

"I have waited 300,000 years for this day."

On top of the wooden staff, the frost converged into a sword, stabbing at the sword-wielding golem in the chest.

This blow, revealing endless mysteries, directly caused the surrounding space to turbulent, turning into a vortex.

With such a sword, the battle puppet body couldn't resist it.

"Bang-"

There was a bang.

A long sword stabbed out.

It wasn't the sword that the old man stabbed out, but the long sword of the sword-wielding puppet that slashed out, cutting off the wooden staff in the old man's hand.

The severed wooden staff flew up, and the cold that swept it froze all the surrounding ten miles of space.

The bodies of those cultivators of Linglong City trembled in the cold.

Their cultivation was completely unable to resist the power of this cold.

"Spirit!" The cold old man roared, and the battle armor on his body revealed cold flames.

Flames, but cold flames of light.

"Boom—"

The flame of light was shattered by a long arrow, and the golden-armored war golem with a longbow stepped out.

Four war golems stood side by side in front of the altar.

At this moment, the silver war golem also stood up, standing with the frost old man.

"It's rare, the disciples under the Purple Sun City Lord back then are about to gather."

Not far away, one

With a smile on his face, the old man in the green robe looked at the golden tripod above the altar, his eyes flashing with a hint of greed.

On the other side, several cultivators in the same costume led several Flood Desolation-level war puppets to surround the surrounding void.

"Hehe, I'm here, so I'm really together."

In the void, a voice came slowly.

The moment this voice sounded, the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be directly imprisoned, and pieces of void shattered.

Han Muye turned his head, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

This is the refining powerhouse who refined Xia Ruzhe's divine soul into beads before.

This is the first galactic universe powerhouse that makes him feel pressured.

It's not the kind that relies on war puppets and armor, it's purely physical power, and it has the power to oppress heaven and earth.

This is a powerhouse who can crush a divine beast with the power of his physical body alone.

"Senior Brother Yaoyang."

"Zheng Yaoyang."

"It was the young city lord of Ziyang City back then, and the chief disciple of Xu Ziyang's lineage."

There were whispers around and sounds of panic retreating.

The old man who spoke up before changed his expression, turned around and left.

The other people who recognized Zheng Yaoyang also shrank their heads and simply retreated.

Zheng Yaoyang.

"Gongsun Shangguan Zheng, the three families in the Star River Divine Domain." Lu Zixu, who flew behind Han Muye, had a solemn face and lowered his voice to speak.

"The top elder of the Zheng family, one of the strongest refiners in the Galaxy God Domain."

"I didn't expect him to be the young city lord of Ziyang City."

This kind of secret, even Lu Zixu doesn't know.

Perhaps, his status in the family is not qualified to know such things.

The top powerhouses of the three families in the Divine Domain, no wonder Zheng Yaoyang arrived, and the cultivators scattered around all quietly retreated.

Regardless of this cultivation or identity, no one can mess with him.

Zheng Yaoyang turned his head slightly, looked at Han Muye, and nodded with a chuckle.

Han Muye also nodded.

Only such a strong person can make himself feel that he has to face it squarely.

Muyue Dazun stood behind, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The frost old man and the silver war puppet looked at Zheng Yaoyang with complicated expressions.

The four golden-armored battle puppets in front of them were a little distracted for a while, or a little overwhelmed.

"You, you said that you will never return to Ziyang City again." The longbowed golem whispered, as if to himself.

Zheng Yaoyang raised his head and looked at the four war puppets, and then looked at the big tripod on the altar behind him, as well as the flames in front of the big tripod.

"Actually, you don't really have to lock yourselves here."

"When he chooses to challenge the forbidden area of refining, he is doomed to the destruction of Ziyang City."

Zheng Yaoyang looked at the altar and spoke softly.

His expression was a little lonely and a little envious.

His words caused the bodies of the four golden-armored battle puppets to vibrate, and they all took a step forward.

seemed to see through their minds, Zheng Yaoyang's body, there was a faint flame.

The flames were so intense that the surrounding void distorted.

"Don't stop me, for I have come today to see him."

Although Zheng Yaoyang's voice is not loud, it has a domineering spirit that cannot be refused.

He stepped out, and the void around him was silenced.

A thousand feet in circumference, even a speck of dust hangs still.

Step by step, the four golden armor battle puppets stood still and did not step forward to stop them.

I don't know if it's because I'm shocked, or if I'm really powerless to resist.

Zheng Yaoyang's body slowly rose up, and then it was level with the top of the altar, looking directly at the big ding in front of him, and staring at the flame.

"Master Ziyang, I was reluctant to accept your refining inheritance that challenged the forbidden area, and today, I still don't want to."

"But I'm going to take the Purple Yang Ding."

He let out a low shout, raised his hand, and patted towards the big ding in front of him.

Below, the old man's face changed, the cold power on his body stirred, and then he stepped out.

The silver golem followed suit.

The golden-armored war puppet with the war spear tried to step forward, but was stopped by the war puppet holding the big sword.

"If any of them can take the Ziyang Ding, it is also the choice of the master." The golden-armored puppet whispered, then looked ahead.

"If any of you want to get this Ziyang Ding, or my master's inheritance, you can go."

You can go.

Those cultivators from Linglong City looked at each other, and some of them had a move in their eyes, and they flew towards the top.

It was only his body that moved, and his body turned into nothingness inch by inch.

There was only one divine soul, and it seemed that he didn't know that his body had dissipated, and rushed directly into the golden tripod.

"This means—" The war puppet controlled by the Five Elements Divine Furnace whispered.

The chaos beside him nodded, and lowered his voice: "The flood of the past has this inheritance."

Not only is there this inheritance, but the Five Elements Divine Furnace is clearly made by such means.

The Five Elements Divine Furnace back then had always suppressed the soul of Wuzhiqi, and it couldn't escape for countless years.

The powerhouses of Ziyang City went to the Flood Wilderness back then, and those golden crows were all captured from the Flood Wilderness?

Or is it that Ziyang City has an unimaginable connection with the Flood Wilderness?

What happened to that Linglong City cultivator caused everyone else around him to panic.

This Dading is clearly a treasure that is extremely weird.

Many people want to step back, only to find that their bodies are no longer controllable.

"Why do we stay here as war puppets?" The voice of the golden war puppet with the big sword was all indifferent.

Why?

Because the flesh body can't resist the devouring of the golden tripod here!

"Childe, we'll escort you out." The faces of several god-level powerhouses who followed Lu Zixu changed drastically, and they took a step forward and summoned the Flood Desolation War Puppet, wanting to resist the traction force from the void.

But even with the Flood War Puppet in front of them, they couldn't resist it, and even their own bodies flew into the air, and then disappeared, leaving only their souls sucked into the Great Ding.

Lu Zixu looked ugly, raised his hand and held a blue-gray broken spear in front of him.

On this broken spear, a trace of golden light swirled around, turning into a golden light curtain, protecting his body.

This is definitely a cosmic-level powerful treasure, otherwise it can't protect him.

"Brother Han, you-" Lu Zixu turned his head to look at Han Muye, but was stunned.

Whether it was Han Muye, or the chaos that came with him, the Five Elements Divine Furnace, including the three of them who were the Great Venerable of Muyue, all stood in place, unaffected in the slightest.

At this scene, the four war puppets in front of them were all a little stunned.

They know the power of this big tripod very well.

How can anyone resist?

"Puppet body." The war golem holding the bow and arrow looked at Chaos and the Five Elements Divine Furnace and spoke softly.

His eyes flashed: "In addition to my Purple Sun City, there are other people in the world who have such means."

The war puppet holding the long knife beside him also turned his head and looked at the three of them with a little surprise on his face.

"Golem...... That's not right." He looked up at Zheng Yaoyang in front of the altar.

"Muyue Dazun's war puppet was refined by me back then, but now this state makes Zheng curious." Zheng Yaoyang looked at Muyue Dazun, and then at Muyue War Puppet and Remnant Soul War Golem, and a different color flashed on his face.

He turned his head to look at Han Muye and nodded, "No wonder you are so arrogant."

"You do have the capital to be arrogant."

Looking up at Da Ding in front of him, his face was indifferent: "If you are interested in Ziyang Ding or Ziyang City, then come up."

"If not, you can leave."

Leave?

The person in front of him is indeed manipulating the divine soul

It's really strong.

But Han Muye was just not sure about the means to unlock his divine soul, which didn't mean that he thought that he was not an opponent in refining weapons and in the path of cultivation.

Rampant in the world, Han Muye no longer regards anyone as an unattainable existence.

He shook his head and stepped out.

This step made Lu Zixu's eyes widen on the side.

The few people around Han Muye are either veteran powerhouses or war puppets.

But Han Muye is clearly in the flesh!

In this scene, it was the four gold-armored battle puppets, as well as the frost old man beside Zheng Yaoyang, and the silver-armored battle puppets all flashed with surprise on their faces.

So far, only Zheng Yaoyang is close to Ziyang Ding.

Han Muye is the second.

When Han Muye stood outside the altar, in front of the golden tripod, his body was covered with blood.

And so it was.

The powerful physical power locked the separation of his soul.

This Dading has the traction of the divine soul, but it failed to let his body collapse.

I'm afraid there is no power in the world that can shatter your body, right?

He has a body at the level of a flood overlord.

Turning his head, he looked at Zheng Yaoyang.

Look at it this way, this person's body ......

Looking down at Muyue Dazun, Han Muye knew in his heart.

Muyue Dazun's original Muyue war puppet was refined by Zheng Yaoyang.

This kind of means of using bionic war puppets to finally carry his own cultivation and divine soul and turn into an immortal and immortal existence, Zheng Yaoyang must of course use it on himself first.

Therefore, Zheng Yaoyang's body is a bionic war puppet that he has refined, and it has become a cosmic-level existence.

This can also explain why Han Muye feels pressure in front of Zheng Yaoyang.

"Rare."

Zheng Yaoyang looked at Han Muye, and then his eyes fell on the big tripod in front of him.

"If you want to get Ziyang Ding, you have to get its approval."

"The master will integrate his divine soul into it and sleep, either he will be recognized by the master in refining the weapon, or he will use his physical body and divine soul power to urge this purple yang ding."

Zheng Yaoyang's eyes were shining, and on his body, the power of qi, blood and divine soul was surging.

With a wave of his hand, golden balls of light appeared in front of him.

Soul Pearl!

This is the culmination of his refining methods and opening up his own way of cultivation.

This kind of research on the divine soul is Xu Ziyang's rebirth, and I am afraid that he will have to bow down.

The frost old man standing beside him gritted his teeth, and the frost power on his body burst out, condensing into an iceberg-like giant.

The silver war golem took a step back, and its body "clanged", condensing into a silver-armored dragon beast.

These two methods are both powerful and extremely powerful.

Han Muye stood there, muttering for a moment, and in his palm, a flame rose.

Xu Ziyang is a senior in refining, so he has to challenge it with the art of refining.

Of course, the power of his qi and blood was also stimulated.

The blood-colored streamer condensed into a phantom behind him.

strength, he is not afraid of anyone.