Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Without entering Tianji City, fireworks can be seen far away from the city.

Different from the desolate scene on the wasteland where monsters and beasts run rampant, there are human races with all kinds of armor, puppets and flying weapons everywhere outside Tianji City.

Here is the crystallization of the human race's practice inheritance.

Getting closer, Han Muye could clearly see the city in front of him.

"City of Burying Immortals." The God Slayer War Puppet standing behind him whispered.

The blue-black city wall was cast like gold and iron, and the city was obviously assembled with the help of puppets.

This is no different from the Immortal Burial City that was held by Han Muye, where God Slayer and War Puppet were trapped for countless years.

"Looking at it this way, the Immortal Burial City was built by the Tianji City." Han Muye nodded.

In the prehistoric universe, there are many inheritance relics in the galaxy universe, or the means of ruling back then.

Today, many of these relics left behind are controlled by the great powers in the Zhoutian battlefield.

There are only a small number scattered throughout the prehistoric universe, and the city of burying immortals and the cliff of dripping blood are one of them.

"If this Tianji City uses the same method as the City of Burying Immortals," the eyes of God Slayer Zhangou turned to look at Han Muye, "could it be the core of the Pantheon?"

Pantheon.

With the help of halls and halls, countless cities and regions are connected.

It is even possible to connect all universes.

Han Muye stood there with a deep divine light in his eyes.

There is a trading hall of the Pantheon in Cold Moon City, through which you can trade with powerful people from all sides.

These methods are extremely miraculous.

But he tried, the Pantheon cannot connect to those temples outside the galaxy universe.

It's like the city of burying immortals.

Originally, when he opened the trading hall of the Pantheon, he really thought that he could contact the city of buried immortals through the trading hall.

"If it's really the hub of the Great Formation, maybe there really are inheritances and means to connect to other universes." Han Muye whispered softly.

Can it connect to the prehistoric universe from Tianji City?

The galaxy universe in its heyday must have the means to rule all parties.

The trading hall of the Pantheon may be one of them.

"The Tianji City was indeed the hub of the Pantheon back then, but later the Pantheon was squeezed out by all parties, many powerful people retired, and the Tianji City was forced to hand it over." The voice of the Great Master Mu Yue sounded.

"Tianji City's original ability to control other universes has been deprived, and many methods can no longer be used."

"Many refiners in Tianji City want to restore the methods of Tianji City, but unfortunately, even Zheng Yaoyang can't do it."

Although Zheng Yaoyang's refining technique is not perfect, it is still extremely powerful.

In the entire galaxy universe, there are not many who can surpass him.

Han Muye nodded.

He also couldn't think of how to control such a city, how to open those means that can connect the universes of all parties.

They walked into the city, at the gate, a guard inspected Han Muye's badge of a craftsman, and respectfully invited him to enter Tianji City.

"Go to the trading area first, that is the only place in the entire God's Domain that allows the trading of prehistoric-level war puppets and even cosmic-level war puppets." Walking into the city, Mu Yue said.

The entire Tianji City is spacious, open and bright, and there is a sense of mechanical metal everywhere.

Han Muye could feel that the city seemed to be alive.

This is not an illusion.

Because the City of Burial Immortals also has this feeling.

"Okay, let's go to the trading area first." Han Muye's biggest appeal in Galaxy Universe and God's Domain is to find more prehistoric battle puppets.

This is the biggest reliance for him to return to the prehistoric universe to deal with the calamity.

Measuring the calamity is not something he can stop with his own strength, nor is he able to escape the calamity alone.

In the prehistoric universe, there are many people he cares about, and he wants these people to be detached in the calamity.

Moreover, in Han Muye's view, most of the creatures that fell during the calamity were innocent.

If possible, he wanted to eliminate the calamity that he started by himself.

The wide streets are full of cultivators, and god-level powerhouses can be seen everywhere.

This is God's Domain, a powerful force in God's Domain.

"Om—"

With a sound of shock, Han Muye took a step to the side, and behind him a long shuttle-like gold and iron object floated towards him.

This flying shuttle is about three feet long, streamlined in shape, with a faint golden streamer shining on it.

"I'm sorry, my shuttle is not perfect, it's a bit difficult to control." A voice sounded from the shuttle, and an old man in black robes sitting cross-legged on it said apologetically.

The old man glanced over at Han Muye, saw the god-level craftsman badge on his chest, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Little friend is a god-level craftsman at such a young age. It's really not easy."

"I just happened to be going to the trading area, are you going there too?"

"Come on, let me take you for a ride."

As he said that, regardless of Han Muye's willingness or not, he already stretched out his hand.

A faint cyan streamer wrapped Han Muye's figure, and then led his figure to fly down on the long shuttle.

Just as the Slayer God War Puppet was about to step on his body, the voice of Great Master Mu Yue came from his ear.

"Don't go, we can't afford to mess with this one."

Can't afford it.

Seeing Fei Shuo rushing away with Han Muye, Tu Shen Zhan Puppet turned his head to look at Master Mu Yue.

"The top refiner in Tianji City, there are very few existences in God's Domain who can refine cosmic-level puppet fighters."

"Crazy Luo."

"The craziest thing about him is to combine twelve half-step cosmic-level war puppets together, trying to refine a war puppet that can surpass the cosmic level, but in the end he failed, and his spirit was also damaged, and he became crazy. "

There was a trace of fear in the eyes of Mu Yue, and he lowered his voice: "But his puppet body has merged with his own body."

Taking a deep breath, she looked at Fei Shuo, who had disappeared in the distance, and said softly, "No one knows how powerful his body can be."

The combination of twelve half-step cosmic puppets integrated into itself, this kind of power is indeed frightening.

The point is, how could his body have such tyrannical strength to support the operation of twelve half-step cosmic puppets?

"Let's go, boy Han and this guy are actually the same way." Tu Shen Zhan Puppet said, and then ran away quickly.

Great Master Mu Yue was stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "Really, this kid is also a little lunatic."

...

Sitting cross-legged on the shuttle, a strange look flashed across Han Muye's face.

"How is it, are you stable?" Seeing Han Muye's expression, the old man in black robe showed a smug expression on his face.

It is more than stable.

The design of this flying shuttle breaks the strong wind brought by flying away. Sitting on the flying shuttle, one can't feel the slightest impact.

Moreover, sitting cross-legged on the shuttle, the changes in the scene in front of him became extremely slow, allowing the person sitting on the shuttle to see clearly.

It's not difficult to say that such means are difficult, but for practitioners who fly all over the sky and escape like flat ground, they never thought of doing such a design in the past.

"Is this shuttle designed for mortals?" Han Muye turned to look at the old man beside him.

What he said made the eyes of the black-robed old man brighten, and he clicked his tongue and said, "Don't be shy, you are the one who is the first to ride a flying boat and feel the effect of the flying shuttle the fastest."

"Those guys said that the old man's flying shuttle is useless."

The old man eagerly approached Han Muye, then lowered his voice, "Tell me, if I sell my shuttle, will it make me a lot of money?"

earn?

I'm afraid this business will be lost.

"Senior, you flying shuttle, which mortal can afford it?" Han Muye asked calmly.

His words froze the old man's face.

"Can't afford it?" The old man looked ahead, with a trace of madness on his face, "Why can't I afford it, isn't it just one million Yuan coins, is it a lot? Is it a lot?"

One million origin coins is not much for these practitioners who are often god-level and holy-level in the domain of the gods.

But for ordinary people, that is an unattainable astronomical figure.

A tyrannical aura rose from the old man's body, and the flying shuttle he was driving also began to sway.

If you want to control this flying shuttle well, you need at least level nine strength.

How can a mortal have such strength?

How can a ninth-level practitioner need this shuttle?

Han Muye looked at the constantly turbulent shuttle, and turned his gaze to the old man beside him whose breath was already unstable.

"Senior, I don't know if I might buy your shuttle and the patent of the shuttle."

The old man turned his head, a dangerous aura flashed in his eyes.

He stared at Han Muye with a gloomy expression: "Boy, do you pity me?"

A force that looked like a monstrous wind and thunder was pressing down on his head, Han Muye only felt that his whole body seemed to be pressed under the bottom of the sea, unable to show his head.

All the blood and strength in his body seemed to be frozen.

"Do you know who I am and want to curry favor with me by buying my patent?"

"Are you trying to humiliate me and use Origin Coins to embarrass me?"

In the old man's eyes, there was blood rising.

Behind him, a faint illusory beast body emerged.

"Senior, I want this shuttle because I want to use it to travel through the void."

Han Muye's voice sounded calm and steady.

"The body is enlarged by a hundred thousand times, and it can carry hundreds of thousands of people at a time, across the void, and through the universe."

"Senior's method of counteracting the wind is most suitable for void travel."

"Om—"

The shuttle stopped.

The old man's face twitched, and his eyes shone with brilliance.

He stood up, his fingers trembling, and his whole body was shaking.

"Yes, refining it into a huge shuttle with a length of 30,000 feet, and then traveling through the void."

"That's right, the speed and the ability to break through the space of this shuttle can even travel through the universe."

"But how to solve the power?"

"What kind of material is good?"

"Also, it's so big, how do you design the support..."

Whispering, the old man had already forgotten the existence of Han Muye, he moved and disappeared in the same place.

gone.

Han Muye sat cross-legged in the same place, with a slight smile on his face, shook his head, stretched out his hand, and pressed on the flying shuttle in front of him.

"boom--"

Memory images rushed into his mind like a torrent.

If he hadn't already stabilized his spirit and reached the cosmic level, his mind would definitely be shattered by the impact at this time.

There are so many memories in this little flying shuttle for mortal envoys!

Numerous fragments of battle puppet battle armor appeared, and were condensed together by a pair of hands.

No wonder, this flying shuttle was actually made from fragments of various war puppets and armor.

The reason why these war puppet battle armors were broken was because of the big battle.

Various scenes of chaotic battles emerged in Han Muye's mind, and then gathered into a flying shuttle.

A crazy old man, driving the shuttle, stepped into the habitat of a certain beast for a while, and fought, and then drove the shuttle, chasing after a cosmic powerhouse.

The seven families of God's Domain, the great powers of God's Domain, the great temples, and those powerful craftsmen in Tianji City will hide from anyone who sees them.

"Crazy Luo..." Han Muye smiled.

From these war puppet battle armor fragments and Luo Crazy's memory of refining, Han Muye saw the methods of a crazy master refining.

All kinds of genius ideas are displayed.

All kinds of things that ordinary refiners dare not do have been tested one by one.

As a result, it is natural that Tianji City suffers everywhere.

But there were also some things that made Han Muye's eyes shine.

"Combined war puppets."

He whispered.

Crazy Luo shot again and again, transforming his body into a war puppet.

It wasn't the bionic war puppet like Zheng Yaoyang, nor the chaos-level war puppet refined by Han Muye, but an aggregation of half-step universe-level war puppets.

One aggregation at a time.

It's different from Han Muye's direct combination.

"What a lunatic..."

Flying down from the shuttle, Han Muye waved his hand.

The shuttle turned into a palm-length, oval light blue shuttle that landed in his palm.

Shaking his head, he put away the shuttle and walked towards the wide square not far ahead.

Over there is the Trading Square of Tianji City.

The practitioner on duty checked Han Muye's badge, and when he heard that Han Muye had come to Tianji City for the first time, he beckoned a seventh-level craftsman to come to him.

"This god-level craftsman is coming to Tianji City for the first time. According to the rules of our Tianji City, you are responsible for taking him around the trading area. If there is anything that needs to be explained, you must explain it clearly."

The practitioner on duty is a holy armor master, and there is a hint of arrogance and majesty in his words.

The seventh-level craftsman bowed his hands to Han Muye with a smile on his face, and then led him forward.

"Senior, my name is Qiao Da. I have practiced in Tianji City for three thousand years. There is nothing here that I am not familiar with."

"Senior is new here, if there is anything unjust, please come to me directly."

Qiao Da was very talkative, and led Han Muye through the wooden shelves and various stalls displaying spiritual materials.

"You don't need to look at these, they are all materials below level nine."

"Looking at God Master Han, you have an extraordinary bearing. You definitely don't like these things."

Hearing Han Muye's surname Han, Qiao Da followed the practice among craftsmen and called him God Master Han.

God-level refiner.

Han Muye looked around, and found that the wooden houses and stalls were indeed all low-grade refining materials.

It's just that I occasionally see a few good spiritual materials, and the price is not low.

In a place like Tianji City, don't even try to pick up the loopholes.

Anyone who is caught here is a craftsman or a high-level craftsman, how do you pick up the leak?

Passing through several wide avenues, the demeanor of the surrounding pedestrians gradually changed.

Everywhere you see, most of them are practitioners wearing holy-level god-level badges.

"Master Han, all the materials sold in the square in front are holy and god-level materials, even prehistoric-level materials and some parts are common."

Joda stretched his fingers forward and spoke in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded and walked towards the square ahead.

"Hey, isn't this the core elder of the Artifact Refiner Alliance?"

After walking a few steps, a voice came from behind.

Han Muye paused and turned around.

"Why, Elder Yu, you are short of money, come out and sell yourself?"

"You really want to sell it, take out that cosmic battle puppet in your hand and sell it."

"Actually, in my opinion, if you are like this in Tianji City, you might as well go back to your Wanjin City and be a tyrant there, wouldn't it be good?"

The joking voice came from a middle-aged man who looked only in his thirties and wore the badge of a god-level craftsman on his chest.