If it weren't for seeing the memories that survived in the flying boat, Han Muye would not have thought that the Lu family, one of the seven families in the Divine Domain, would have such a crisis.

In fact, for the Divine Domain, even if the Lu family is destroyed, it will not have a big impact, and the seven families of the Divine Domain will be replaced by one to make up for it.

There is no shortage of families with similar strength in the Divine Domain, and there is no shortage of powerful sect forces.

For countless years, the iron god domain, the flowing water family.

Just like the alien race of this Juliang Continent, if it really can't be suppressed, then it's good to admit that it is a member of the Divine Domain.

As long as they merge into the Divine Realm, they will eventually be assimilated.

"Looking at it this way, I'm afraid that there are more than one side of the forces that want to calculate the Lu family." Han Muye withdrew his palm, looked at the flying boat in front of him, and whispered softly.

The rebellion of Juliang Zhou alone would never have forced the Lu family to such a point.

Among them, there must be a great force in the Divine Domain, or even a combination of several great forces in the Divine Domain, that can make the Lu family fall into the current difficult situation.

This also makes sense, why did Lu Zixu appear in the void in the first place.

Those elite disciples of the Lu family should have been sent out, looking for opportunities everywhere in the void, looking for ways to get the Lu family out of the quagmire.

Lu Zixu said that the patriarch of the Lu family wanted to invite Han Muye in person.

Looking at it this way, the Lu family really values Han Muye's efforts to repair the war puppet.

With one step, Han Muye's figure flew down in the cabin of the flying boat.

In the cabin, dozens of boxes of various colors are scattered.

These boxes are sealed with talismans, and the spirit patterns on them are intertwined.

Raising his hand to beckon a box in his hand, the endless streamer of Han Muye's fingertips shone brightly, stimulating the spirit pattern on it.

The talisman vibrated and then turned into a golden spirit pattern and shrank on the lid.

The box automatically opened, and a mothballed battle gun appeared.

The spear looked broken, mottled as if it was about to break.

Han Muye had seen such a war gun in Lu Zixu's hands.

Now take a closer look, this war spear should be the standard weapon of a certain sect in ancient times.

The weapons of the ancient era possessed a variety of top-notch spiritual materials, and the power contained in them was powerful, and they had cosmic-level combat power.

Raising his hand to hold the spear, it struggled with twisted force as it was taken out of the two-foot-long wooden box.

"Hum—"

Endless memories poured into Han Muye's mind.

It was an incomparably tragic battle scene.

The battle array with 3,000 spears in hand is against tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of eight-winged and ten-winged alien races.

"Spirit Armor Sect."

This is the origin of the three thousand spear battle array.

Han Muye could see that this Spirit Armor Sect was an ancient sect, and it should be the inheritance of the Heaven Refining Sect in the same era.

However, in the era of the Heaven Refining Sect, there was no one who had such a battle formation completely composed of battle armor and war spears.

Perhaps such a battle formation was formed later, and it was a force that specialized in fighting with foreign races.

The battle armor is also the foundation of the Spirit Armor Sect.

Uncovered the wooden box on the other side, and sure enough, he saw a slightly broken armor inside.

In the cabin, there were a total of thirteen pieces of armor, thirteen spears, and a golden sword, all of which were broken.

From this long sword, Han Muye saw the alliance of various forces in the ancient era, and finally formed a large army to resist the alien race.

The former owner of this sword was a sword master of the Fearless Sword Sect in the ancient times.

"Battle array, battle armor, and finally to war puppet, such an evolution process can be regarded as an orderly inheritance."

Holding the hilt of the sword and feeling the magnificent power transmitted in the long sword, Han Muye whispered softly.

The strength of the alien race, the strength of the lowest level of combat power, all have the combat power of the eighth and ninth levels of the galaxy universe, and they are good at combining the power.

The kind of power gathered under the leadership of a Canaanite king summoned the Phantom of the ancestors of the Canaan clan to fight, and the combat power swept directly.

Many sects in the galaxy universe were breached by such an army.

Forming a large army and fighting the army against the army is also a last resort.

"Boom-"

There was a roar in the distance, and then more than a dozen figures flew towards Han Muye's location.

Han Muye raised his hand and waved it, put away all the wooden boxes, and then stepped out of the flying boat in one step.

At this time, more than a dozen figures had already fallen.

"It's my Lu family's flying boat."

"Refiner, it's reinforcements."

"Quick, the pursuers have arrived, you go first."

Several voices sounded, and the falling figure had already surrounded the flying boat that Han Muye was standing, and then several spiritual lights fell, enveloping the flying boat.

The flying boat shook and slowly levitated.

Han Muye looked at these people.

Most of the cultivation is between the holy level and the god level, or the control of the battle armor, or the control of the war puppet, and the weapons in the hands are also excellent.

Sensing Han Muye's observation, the middle-aged leader turned around and said, "In Xia Lu Zizheng, he is the commander of the Lu family's Zhenyue Guard stationed in Juliang Continent. ”

This Lu Zi is the only powerhouse here who controls the Flood Desolation-level war puppet.

The power of one person is in charge of a Flood Desolation War Puppet, and his own strength is at least at the Flood Desolation God level.

"This time, the Canaan clan has been planning for a long time, and they have blown up all the teleportation arrays that connect to the divine domain on the Juliang Continent, and we have no reinforcements in a short time."

Lu Zizheng looked at the people around him with a solemn expression.

There were no reinforcements.

This is an incredibly dangerous thing.

"Therefore, Lord Dutong and the elders explained that all the refiners must be protected and escorted to the station intact."

Lu Zizheng raised his head and looked at the figure whistling in the distance, and raised the long knife in his hand.

Several people around him also lifted their weapons in their hands.

Han Muye looked at those figures.

Two-winged, four-winged, four-armed, three-eyed.

Outside of Kunwu, he had slain many of these figures.

"The Canaanite." Han Muye whispered softly.

"Don't worry, we will escort you to the garrison of the Zhenyue Guard." Lu Zizheng thought that Han Muye was nervous and afraid, and spoke loudly.

The long knife in his hand shone brightly, and then stepped out.

"Ziming and Yusheng will follow me to defend against the enemy, and the others will escort the refiner away!"

The two Lu family disciples who followed behind him stepped out without hesitation, and the spears in their hands stabbed out.

The light of the sword and the light of the spear merged, turning into a dragon, roaring towards the winged figure that was coming to the impact.

The other children of the Lu family covered the flying boat with aura on their bodies and lifted off into the air.

It's a pity that the flying boat was damaged in the end, and the speed of the flight was much slower than before, and several people from the Canaan clan in the void crossed Lu Zizheng and rushed towards the flying boat.

"Stop the enemy!"

The two Lu family disciples glanced at each other and flew out.

One of the two is a royal armor master, one is a royal puppet master, one saint-level war puppet flies out, and the other is using the battle armor to protect the body of the imperial puppet master.

The flying war puppet turned ten zhang high, and a long stick in his hand swept across, causing the wind to turn into an endless whirlwind, blocking the rushing Canaanite.

After flying away like this for a while, there were only eight children of the Lu family who were protecting the flying boat, and there were eleven who blocked the enemy, divided into five groups, and were divided and surrounded.

"This gentleman, we will help you divert the pursuers, and you will gather alone at the Zhenyuewei station." Looking at the Canaan clan who had caught up again, a disciple of the Lu family with a spear in his hand and wearing a black battle armor looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

Several other people flew up to the flying boat, and one of them put a set of black battle armor on Han Muye's body, and then pushed him out of the flying boat.

Of the eight children of the Lu family, two stayed on the flying boat and continued to fly, while the remaining few fled in one direction in pairs.

Han Muye was also led by a young man with a hint of immaturity on his face, and ran to one side.

After escaping for a hundred miles, the young man paused and arched his hand towards Han Muye: "Sir, you go by yourself, I am here to stop the enemy." ”

There were Canaanites from behind, but not many.

The young man flew towards the figure with his wings outstretched, waving his long sword in his hand, triggering a whistling wind.

From the arrival of Zhen Yuewei to the present time, everyone has stepped in to escort Han Muye to leave, and it has only been half a quarter of an hour in total.

Han Muye did not have a word of communication with them.

These people also completed their own tasks, and did not ask Han Muye's opinion, nor did they ask their own people's opinions.

Life and death, have been delivered to their own faith.

Han Muye watched as the unknown Lu family disciple was surrounded by the Canaan clan.

In the Divine Domain, in the Galaxy Universe, there are very few such people.

The people here have armor and puppets, and they rarely fight to the death.

At the beginning, in Tianxuan, in the Yuantian World, there were too many people who were willing to die generously.

It's not who wants to die.

It's just that when faced with a choice, some people will take their life and death lightly.

Generosity to death, a thousand gold is worth a promise.

"What's your name?"

When the three streamers fell, repelling the Lu family disciple, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Turning his head and seeing that Han Muye had not left, a trace of anxiety flashed on the young man's face.

"You-"

"My name is Lu Yushen, you go quickly."

Recondensed the sword light, and the power of the battle armor was blessed, and Lu Yushen rushed forward against the three streamers.

The Canaanite clan is blessed with wings, and their speed is extremely fast and their strength is incomparably greater.

There are knives and spears in the four arms, or shields and hammers, as well as the golden light flashing in the vertical eyes, which can determine the shape of a person between the circulation.

Lu Yu's cultivation was no worse than the other party, but his combat experience was much weaker, and he was entangled by two figures, and the other Canaan clan flickered, holding the double swords and flying down on Han Muye's head.

These alien races are obviously here to intercept and kill the refiners from the Divine Domain.

"Hide!"

Lu Yushen snorted.

But Han Muye didn't hide.

He just looked up at the knives.

"Boom-"

A figure rushed out from behind Han Muye, and with one punch smashed the two knives that fell head-on, and the fist shadow hit the chest of the Canaan clan who came out of the knife.

The body of the Canaan clan shattered, and it exploded directly.

The body of the God Butcher War Puppet appeared, and the next moment it was already beside Lu Yushen, and he punched again.

The two Canaanite people were shocked, and their bodies and bones were shattered by the force of a punch.

The combat power of the God Butcher War Golem far surpasses that of these winged Canaanite clans.

Looking at the Canaan clan that collapsed by a blow in front of him, Lu Yushen felt a sense of happiness that he would not die.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Muye behind him.

"Sir, you-"

How can a refiner have such means?

"If you don't want anyone else to die, take my puppet to save people now." Han Muye directly interrupted Lu Yushen's words and spoke loudly.

Save.

Before, he only thought about sending Han Muye away, and his brother Paoze's life and death had already been put aside.

Seeing that Han Muye would not be in danger now, Lu Yushen thought of the others.

"Good, good!"

He didn't dare to stay, and flew back.

The God Butcher Golem followed behind him, its form turning into a black streamer.

Han Muye stayed where he was, looking into the distance.

Over there, there are several breaths of the Canaanite clan, which are rapidly approaching.

In just a few breaths, two six-winged and four-armed figures, four Canaanites with wings spread out, fell.

The two leaders opened their eyes and flashed their essence.

"How many refiners are there in the Divine Domain this time?"

"Who is the leader of the Lu family this time?"

"Which one else in the Divine Domain is in alliance with the Lu family?"

The four-armed old man in front looked at Han Muye and spoke slowly.

The turbulence of the golden light in his vertical eyes shrouded Han Muye's body.

But this golden light was blocked outside Han Muye's body.

This made the old man stunned.

The six-winged Canaan already has the peak cultivation of the Flood Desolation God level, and his own combat power is that he can fight the Flood Desolation, and the vertical eye supernatural power can be suppressed by cultivators of the same level.

As long as it is suppressed by the vertical eye supernatural power, not only will the body be imprisoned, but even the divine soul sense will be slowed down.

If the spirit is a little weaker, then it is to ask what to say.

"Unexpectedly, the old man looked away." Six-winged Canaan sneered, and the spear held in his arms behind his back stabbed at Han Muye's chest.

"Hum—"

On top of the spear, with a whistling wind, it instantly imprisoned the surrounding ten zhang void.

No fancy, hard blow to break the void.

This is the power of the Canaanite.

The power of the soul, the power of the body.

What other spells, supernatural powers, are not enough to see before such a powerful divine soul and physical body.

"Boom-"

Han Muye punched out.

The shadow of the fist collides with the spear blade, and the spear shatters.

The eyes of the six-winged Canaanite old man showed shock, and his arms behind his back exploded.

"Kill—"

The other six-winged Canaanite, as well as the other Canaanites who accompanied him, all shot instantly.

But they are fast, and Han Muye moves faster.

Without using a sword, Han Muye stepped out directly, and then punched out.

The fist shadow turned into a dragon, knocking the first Canaanite into the air, and then the dragon swung its tail and swept away the other two Canaanite.

Han Muye's figure did not stop, he stepped out, kicked the golden hammer that smashed into his shoulder, and then slapped it with a palm.

The Canaanite who had just rushed in front of him received the blow on the shoulder, and his entire body turned into powder.

"Bang-"

Turning around, Han Muye punched the shield that fell on his head, shattering the shield.

The six-winged Canaanite with the shield retreated in defeat, blood spurting from his mouth.

However, in one shot, the two alien races led by the six-winged Canaanite clan were all seriously injured.

Han Muye stood there, and the evil qi on his body slowly condensed.

In the distance, more than a dozen figures flew away with all their might.

At the forefront, the god-slaughtering war puppet mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, with a roar, attracted the power of heaven and earth to gather into a fierce tiger phantom.

"Mr. Protection!"

Lu Zizheng's voice was full of fortitude.

More than a dozen children of the Lu family came in shock at this time, with desperate despair.

They saw the existence of the Serapia Canaanites.

With their combat power, they are definitely not the opponents of these six-winged Canaan.

"Let's go." The eyes of the two six-winged Canaanite clans in the lead flashed with essence, and they glanced at Han Muye vigilantly, and their wings spread out behind their backs.

By the time Lu Zizheng and them arrived, the Canaanites had already retreated.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Thank you, sir, for coming to the rescue."

Lu Zizheng and the others looked at Han Muye and bowed.

Han Muye waved his hand and looked into the distance.

"Let's go to the station."

A moment later, the last two Lu family disciples who drove the flying boat arrived, and everyone converged and headed in the direction of the station.

After flying away for about a quarter of an hour, Han Muye suddenly frowned.

There was no need for him to speak, Lu Zizheng and the others already felt that something was wrong.

In the direction of the station ahead, the anger is overwhelming.

It was surrounded.

(End of chapter)