Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"boom--"

Over the entire Yutao City, which had been covered by mist for countless thousands of years, streaks of golden sunlight scattered.

This is the ban of the power of the void, and it can't withstand the impact of the power after the opening of the big formation.

In other words, the power of this large formation can break through the void.

There are countless powerful people in the world, and those who can break through the void with one blow are at least at the god level.

The power of this formation is comparable to that of a god!

As the power of the great array was stimulated, countless auras gathered from the lower part of the City Lord's Mansion, and then condensed into a door of light.

The gate of light is hundreds of feet high, and the golden patterns on it are flickering, revealing a trace of mysterious aura.

The door of light opened slowly, and countless precious lights shot out of it.

"It is the secret treasure of the City Lord's Mansion that has been opened!"

"It is said that before the jade pottery city was turned into ruins, the city lord buried all the treasures under the city lord's mansion!"

Countless shouts sounded, and among the ruins of Yutao City, figures rushed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Those cultivators who were originally within the scope of the City Lord's Mansion rushed to the light gate immediately.

"Master He, behind this gate of light is the remains of the city lord's mansion back then, but because of the many remaining guards and formations from that year, it is extremely dangerous." Xue Ning'er looked at the gate of light with an extremely dignified expression.

She lowered her voice and looked at Han Muye at the side: "As for the location of the battle gun, you must have a black gold war puppet to enter."

At this time, dozens of masters at least level 7 had rushed into the light gate.

The master of the Yutao League who was about to attack was stopped by He Yangsun.

"Let them go." He Yangsun said softly, with a calm face, "We cannot monopolize things like chance."

That's an understatement.

In fact, it is very simple. He does not value other treasures in the ruins of Yutao City.

With his wealth, if it wasn't because he wanted to find news about He Ju, and because Master Han wanted to find the puppet's arm and gun, he wouldn't have come to the Yutao City ruins at all.

He Yangsun's understatement made Xue Ning'er on the side slightly stunned.

Yan Ke'er who was not far away also sighed in her heart.

My vision is still too narrow.

Seeing that the powerful Yutao League did not stop the practitioners who were waiting and watching, more people rushed out and went to the gate of light.

"Let's go." Han Muye said, his body transformed into a breeze and went straight into the light gate.

He didn't wait for He Yangsun and the others, but stretched out his hand to call out the God Slayer War Puppet, and threw it to He Yangsun's side.

Then Han Muye himself, Jinniao, Jinzhu, and the Five Elements Stove disappeared behind the light gate.

He Yangsun looked at the God Slayer War Puppet beside him, a warm smile flashed across his face.

Master Han left the war puppet because he was afraid that he would encounter a strong enemy here.

The moment the Slayer God War Puppet appeared beside He Yangsun, both Xue Ning'er and Yan Ke'er trembled.

It was an existence so powerful that they dared not face it directly.

The throbbing and fear from the bottom of their hearts made their foreheads sweat.

Fortunately, this feeling comes and goes quickly.

The Slaughter God War Puppet directly turned into a blue-black piece of armor, which landed on He Yangsun's shoulder.

As the Slaughtering God War Puppet disappeared in place, that oppressive force finally dissipated invisible.

"This battle puppet..." Xue Ning'er looked at the blue-gray armor on He Yangsun's shoulder, and whispered softly.

This war puppet gave her a greater sense of oppression than when she faced her teacher.

My mysterious teacher is at least a ninth-level peak, or even a saint-level powerhouse.

Is that Master Han's protective puppet really that strong?

Compared with the Xue family in the declining Yutao City, the lineage of the city lord of Mingwu City is much stronger.

Yan Ke'er, who is the Young City Lord, also has a background in Zhuyang Academy, and Xue Ning'er's knowledge is not comparable to that of Xue Ning'er.

It was precisely because she had enough knowledge that Yan Ke'er couldn't believe it at this time.

The armor attached to the shoulder of He Yangsun's battle armor, the power transmitted before is the same as or even stronger than those Xeon teachers in their academy?

Those teachings are all powerful in the world, controlling the existence of god-level war puppet armor.

Is this war puppet god-level?

Isn't Master Han, a god-level powerhouse!

Nalan Moran glanced at the corners of his eyes, seeing the expressions of Yan Ke'er and Xue Ning'er, there was a hint of a smile on their faces.

He had seen this war puppet before.

He had never seen a stronger existence than this war puppet in the Nalan family.

So he was more careful with Master Han.

He Yangsun glanced around, pointed to a shining place, and said in a low voice, "Let's go there."

He knew that Master Han was going to get the battle gun, what he had to do now was to lead a large group of people to attract more people's attention.

Walking into the light gate, he has already sensed many divine thoughts and gazes.

To lure away the powerhouses from all sides and buy time for Master Han to get the gun, this is what He Yangsun has to do now.

Sure enough, following He Yangsun's actions, several figures followed from not far away.

He Yangsun and the others moved forward quickly, and more powerful people gathered behind them.

"boom--"

In front of him, a ten-zhang saber slashed down, headed towards He Yangsun.

A three-foot-tall black-armored war puppet held a long knife with icy flames, and the blade was lingering with a cold air.

This is a battle puppet that has been frozen for countless years. It is the power of the great formation that awakens it, inspires it, and blocks everyone who steps into this place.

This knife has at least the strength of a seventh-level powerhouse.

He Yangsun didn't need to make a move, several seventh-level masters had already rushed forward to block the knife.

The light of the sword and the light of the sword shone, and someone shot a piece of flame, blocking the light of the sword and the body of the war puppet, and someone pointed the long knife on the cold blade, causing the long knife to deflect slightly.

But in an instant, the saber was deflected, and the body of the war puppet was also blocked by tens of feet, unable to advance any further.

He Yangsun didn't make a move, watching the seventh-level battle puppet being blocked by several of the same level, then trapped, and then exhausted its source stone power.

No wonder Master Han said that the war puppets and armors of ancient times are no longer suitable for the present.

The power of this war puppet is strong enough, but the operating loss is too great.

Compared with today's war puppets of the same level, the lethality has been greatly enhanced, but it is also less agile.

This point of agility is the biggest difference between the two phases, and it is also the greatest achievement of the later generations of refining and casting methods.

The spiritual materials and spiritual energy in later generations are much less, and they are no longer as high as in ancient times.

Using spiritual materials that are obviously weaker than those of the ancient times to forge the war puppet battle armor of the same level as the ancient times, this is an improvement in the art of refining.

If you can't increase your strength in bearing and strength, then work hard on agility and transformation.

There is nothing wrong with this direction.

As far as He Yangsun knows, Master Han's research direction is actually similar.

More refined, more flexible, even to the point of bionics.

"Boom—"

The seventh-level war puppet in front of him finally fell down, his body trembling and losing power.

He Yangsun didn't need to make a sound, everyone naturally put away the war puppets.

It's just a seventh-level battle puppet, and leader He doesn't like it.

Seeing that He Yangsun and his team cleared away a seventh-level war puppet so quickly, the strong men who followed behind paused a little.

The strength of He Yangsun and the others exceeded their imagination.

He Yangsun didn't look back, and walked forward calmly.

After sweeping away dozens of black-armored war puppets and the remnant souls of the ancient times who supported the battle armor with phantom figures and displayed their full combat power, they finally came to a warehouse that looked relatively complete.

It is said to be a warehouse, because there is obviously a sign of a warehouse here, and the building is also an unusually large and spacious house.

"Boom—"

A seventh-level Armor Master punched the closed three-foot-high blue-black gate.

The door swayed slightly, shaking off a speck of dust.

The Armor Master who punched turned his face flushed.

He couldn't break through the door.

"I'll do it." Qiao Yangfei, who was wearing a blue robe, stepped forward, a ray of blue light in his hand turned into a blue battle armor, and then he swung a zhang-long sword straight down in his hand.

"boom--"

The cyan knife light cut down, and the door of the warehouse in front exploded into pieces.

A strong spiritual energy rushed out.

"Origin Stone!"

"Origin stones of good grade, this is a warehouse for origin stones!"

As the door shattered, the spiritual light burst out in the warehouse, which attracted many shouts.

Those strong men who were originally following behind couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed forward.

He Yangsun snorted coldly, and turned to look at those who came.

"Crack——"

The golden battle armor covers the body, and the two knives are unsheathed.

Behind him, the war puppet also raised two swords in his hands.

Flying up, he slashed down with the light of the saber in his hand, blocking everyone.

"Everyone, here, He took the first place."

The light of the knife seems to cut the void into pieces, and the coldness in it makes people dare not move forward.

Level 8 powerhouse!

This young guy turned out to be an eighth-level powerhouse!

Everyone looked surprised and stood where they were.

Many people retreated slightly.

A smile appeared on the corner of He Yangsun's mouth.

He is now making a move to attract more people, not just to stop the enemy.

The long knife triggered the gang wind, and he rushed straight out.

Those who had already flinched had to raise their hands.

"boom--"

There was a boom and crack.

Now that the war is underway, there is no nonsense to talk about.

Yan Ke'er's eyes fell on He Yangsun.

One person with two sabers, under the battle puppet raiding formation, was able to withstand dozens of strong men of the seventh level and the same level.

This guy is really strong enough.

After pondering for a moment, the war puppet flew out behind her and landed beside He Yangsun.

The two strong men who were traveling together hurriedly protected her body.

On the other side, Xue Ning'er hesitated, bit her lip, and rushed into the warehouse ahead.

There is a huge amount of origin stones in the treasury.

He Yangsun didn't like it, Yan Ke'er didn't have to, she, Xue Ning'er and the forces behind her needed it.

She also wants to fight side by side with He Yangsun, but unfortunately, reality does not allow it.

Nalan Moran saw everything and rushed into the warehouse with a smile.

The origin stones here are of good quality, and they can be exchanged for a lot of origin coins when brought back.

The source stones were gathered quickly in the storeroom, and outside the storeroom, He Yangsun swung wildly with two sabers, igniting the wind.

In this battle, the aura soaring into the sky gathered all the strong people around.

This is the effect He Yangsun wanted.

At this time, Han Muye was already standing outside a large hall.

The dark hall has no light at all, as if it was made of black iron.

The surrounding, dark void, seems to be not in this world.

"Spatial formation, looking at the main hall here, it is actually still countless miles away."

The golden pearl transformed from chaos whispers.

Because the galaxy universe has robbed the power of heaven, the research on space power is something that other cosmic civilizations do not have.

This hall cannot be stormed at all.

"If I make a move, I can suppress this space formation for a breath, but I'm afraid that after a breath, there will be other changes." The voice in the golden bead showed a bit of hesitation.

"Is it the powerful force that has conquered countless civilizations in the universe..."

The strength of the galaxy universe has to be admitted.

It's a pity that the decline was too fast, and now only the main schools of war puppets and armor exist.

There was a bright halo in Han Muye's eyes, and after ten breaths, he closed his eyes.

Quick deduction in his mind.

The power and complexity of this space formation is already extremely close to the rules.

Space rules.

If you can slowly cultivate here, maybe in thousands of years, you can really use this formation to comprehend a little bit of space rules.

Unfortunately, Han Muye doesn't have that much time.

This formation will not always be here.

"The black gold war puppet can't even take out the gun."

Han Muye raised his hand, and a black war puppet flew down.

There was a spiritual light in the eyes of the war puppet, and he took a step forward and walked into the big formation in front of him.

The speed of the black gold battle puppet is extremely fast, and it follows the traces in the memory everywhere, cleverly avoiding hidden mechanisms.

Once these organs are touched, it will attract the backlash of space power.

The power of space will burst out directly and move the hall away.

Han Muye's soul power was attached to the war puppet, and as he entered the dark hall, he finally saw a war spear floating in front of him.

"Shenwen!" Han Muye exhaled in a low voice.

On the battle spear, the engraved seal is not a spiritual pattern, but a divine pattern.

It has endless connections with the divine patterns of the prehistoric era.

Each divine pattern is like a living thing, constantly moving and changing.

On the one-foot-three-foot-long war spear, the tip of the spear shone with a golden cold light.

The flowing light and divine patterns on the gun continued to intersect.

Beyond the ninety-nine divine patterns, he has one such weapon in his hand.

The long sword transformed from his own true spiritual bone was transformed into a divine pattern attached by the inheritance of the prehistoric Jinwu clan.

Because there are more than a hundred divine patterns on that sword, it cannot be controlled, and it has been sealed off by itself.

So, the Hundred Dao Divine Pattern is a universe-level soldier?

No wonder he couldn't use his long sword.

Too much power will destroy the universe, so in the prehistoric universe, the power of the long sword was blocked.

"Om—"

The black gold war puppet stepped forward, raised his hands, and held the long spear.

Everything is as it was back then.

The war puppet turned around slowly.

Han Muye frowned.

The moment the war puppet turned around, his soul lost contact with the war puppet.

War puppet, controlled by the war gun!

The cosmic-level battle gun, with the imprint of the remnant soul on it, directly controls the black gold war puppet.

Among them, there may be some secret reason.

No matter what the reason, this battle gun was not available.

"Hmph!" With a low hum, Han Muye stepped forward.

How could he give up with the cosmic level battle gun in front?

The golden beads transformed by the chaos have long had a tacit understanding, and the golden light flickered on it, turning into an endless stream of light, which fixed the entire black hall.

At this moment, the space vibrated.

"One breath!" Jin Zhu growled.

In a matter of breaths, Han Muye had already stepped into the hall, reaching out to hold the battle gun.

After another breath, he turned around and left, rushing out of the hall in one step.

"Om—"

The moment he stepped out of the hall, a stream of black light rolled towards him in the hall.

The battle gun in his hand also roared and shook, immobilizing his body.

"Come out!" the golden bird shouted.

The power of space in the main hall was stimulated, and Han Muye's figure was trapped in it, about to be taken away from this place!