Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

wrong?

How could a mighty man who was about to become a cosmic level powerhouse be wrong?

"Crack——"

The powerful hands crushed the slender neck.

But in the next moment, the female cultivator's body turned into a ray of moonlight, disappeared in the same place, and then turned into a figure wearing a light red dress three feet away, with blood in her eyes.

In front of the female cultivator, Han Muye still had the frozen moonlight on his body.

Cool and mysterious.

"You, how can you break through the supernatural powers of this deity—" The blood in the female cultivator's eyes flickered with disbelief.

"Because," Han Muye raised his hand, a faint force of energy and blood on his body broke through the moonlight imprisonment, and then said lightly, "You are not the real Lord Muyue..."

Great Venerable Muyue, an ancient power.

The owner of this Cold Moon City.

In the battle outside the universe, he was seriously injured and had to sleep.

Before he fell asleep, he gave his remnant soul to his war puppet, and asked him to help him resurrect.

But the result was that the war puppet devoured his remnant soul, and then wanted to replace Master Mu Yue himself.

It's a pity that Master Mu Yue also saved a hand. The moment the remnant soul died, his real body had already been teleported to an incomparably far space, and the trading hall was sealed off.

The power in the trading hall is extremely vast, and with the help of this power's suppression, the power of the war puppet is being consumed all the time.

For so many years, this war puppet has not been able to get any supplement of strength here, and its strength has been exhausted.

Moreover, because of the vigilance of the Great Master Muyue, the super-strong fighters who should have been placed together in Cold Moon City were sent to Yutao City.

Also, because there is no imprint of the soul of Mu Yue, the trading authority of the trading hall is also closed.

Although this war puppet was freed and devoured the remnant soul of Great Master Mu Yue, he didn't get all the memories.

Just now, when Han Muye entered the hall, the war puppet didn't even sense the existence of the Heaven Slaughter Spear.

The Heaven Slaughter Gun gave Han Muye a warning the moment he entered the hall.

"boom--"

The female cultivator in red moved her body and punched Han Muye on the head.

Matching the shadow of her fist is the moonlight filling the hall.

The moonlight wrapped Han Muye's body again, and then imprisoned him.

But when the fist shadow came in front of Han Muye, Han Muye's eyes revealed a faint light of blood.

The imprisoning force around her body was directly torn apart, and then she raised her hand and pulled it, then grabbed the female cultivator's arm, raised her hand and threw it out.

"Boom—"

Hitting into the void of the main hall, the female cultivator's body was bounced back.

In this hall, there is the power to imprison this half-step cosmic level war puppet.

The bionic battle puppet is not as powerful as imagined.

Han Muye had already rushed out the moment the puppet was bounced back, raised his hand, and was smashed down by the fist wrapped in the black armor.

"Boom—"

This punch broke the war puppet's neck.

A streak of blood filled the surrounding area.

"You're looking for death, you're looking for death—" the female cultivator roared like gold and iron striking each other.

The body of the war puppet turned into a black and rust-covered iron armor.

The moment he turned into an armored puppet, a surging force rushed through the surrounding space.

The original hall space disappeared and turned into an illusory world.

"You forced me yourself."

"This confinement space of the trading hall can only be left by one person." Stretching out his finger to Han Muye, the voice of the black iron war puppet was full of murderous intent.

"I'm going to crush every bone of yours."

The body shape and voice moved at the same time.

The streamer exploded, and the force of spatial oppression brought out by the punch turned into endless phantoms around Han Muye.

This is what a cosmic powerhouse looks like!

Every trace of this blow is the aggregation of space power in a world.

If Han Muye can't bear it, he will be swallowed by these worlds.

If his body can't resist the engulfing of these phantoms, it will shatter directly, and there is no reason to show the power of the rules.

The cosmic-level powerhouse makes a move, and it is crushed by the rules.

This is the first time that Han Muye has fought against a person with the power of law in this universe.

If he hadn't controlled the rules, he would have been powerless to fight back at this time.

"Om—"

On Han Muye's body, a bloody battle armor emerged.

A series of Kui Niu's lightning burst, and the lightning enveloped the surrounding space.

On the chest of the black prehistoric battle armor, the head of Kui Niu emerged.

"Prehistoric-level battle armor!" The black iron war puppet said in surprise.

The power transmitted from this armor is obviously beyond the prehistoric level.

Behind Han Muye, a blood-colored dragon crocodile phantom condensed.

"The overlord of the prehistoric universe." The voice of the black iron war puppet became extremely dignified.

The golden Haotian Golden Crow figure landed on Han Muye's shoulders, carrying the blazing heat that would burn the world into dust and ashes.

The illusory chaotic figure flew down in front of Han Muye, and endless golden light shone on the golden beads.

The Five Elements Sacred Furnace rotates and turns into a five-party town, constantly staggering.

"Prehistoric beasts, extreme spirits, and Wufang Shenlu, you, who are you..." There was a trace of panic and doubt in the voice of the black iron war puppet.

How could these things appear in the hands of one person at the same time?

Even those great powers from the ancient times, those who are in charge of the real cosmic puppet battle armor, at most have one or two such powerful species to accompany them.

A war spear appeared in Han Muye's palm.

"Slaying Heaven Battle Spear!" The Black Iron War Puppet exclaimed.

"Boom—"

The palm of the war puppet was blocked by the golden crow's wings.

"boom--"

The confinement space was shattered by Kui Niu's lightning.

"Roar--"

The long tail of the dragon crocodile smashed down, smashing the space around the puppet's body.

Endless streamer cracks appeared in the space.

With one blow, countless worlds are broken.

The war puppet's eyes showed horror, and the moment he quickly retreated, the space power on the chaotic golden bead suddenly appeared.

suppress.

The illusory space power in the golden bead suppressed the war puppet's body for a hundred breaths.

enough.

With just this hundred and one breaths, the Five Elements Sacred Furnace fell, and the flames and streamers shone, enveloping the body of the war puppet.

Refining!

The Five Elements God Furnace will directly refine this war puppet!

Anyway, this battle puppet has already betrayed its master and devoured the master's remnant soul, so it is now an ownerless thing.

"Arrogance." The Black Iron War Puppet screamed, stretching out his palm, tearing open the space in front of him.

But at this moment, a long spear directly stabbed out from the torn space, and stabbed fiercely in the chest of the war puppet.

"Boom—"

Half of the black iron war puppet's body was blown to pieces.

With one roll of the spear, the puppet's body was shattered.

Han Muye stood where he was, his expression unchanged.

"Om—"

Behind his back, a palm patted again.

This is a cosmic-level battle puppet, and its strength is not determined by the state of its body.

For example, at this moment, the palm behind Han Muye's back is a force of nothingness.

"Stab—"

A sword light rose from the top of Han Muye's head, and then flashed instantly, smashing the palm behind him.

This time, the shattered space of the black iron war puppet was restored, and the female cultivator in a red dress stood there, the surprise on her face could no longer be concealed.

"Are you someone who returned from the Galaxy God Realm, or are you from another universe?" the nun looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.

Star River God Realm.

The place where all cosmic-level powerhouses reside is the true core of the galaxy universe.

Han Muye only knew where it was from the memories of those prehistoric battle puppets.

Most of the powerhouses in the Pantheon are also in the Galaxy God Realm.

There is an agreement in the domain of the gods, and the universe-level powerhouses are not allowed to step out of the domain of the gods at will, affecting the operation of the galaxy universe.

Because cosmic-level warriors and puppets will unconsciously absorb the power of heaven and earth.

"It doesn't matter where I come from." Han Muye looked up at the illusory world in front of him, his eyes shining brightly.

With just one blow, he has already discovered the secret here.

Here, no one!

"Here, I want it." He stretched out his hand, and Han Muye punched it out.

"Boom—"

The world shook.

This scene made the female cultivator in red widen her eyes.

"You, how can you trigger changes in the rules of the trading hall?"

This hall has trapped her for countless years.

Because the rule power used in this hall is the forbidden power of the Galaxy God Territory, not to mention the war puppets of the Great Master Mu Yue, even the Great Master Mu Yue himself cannot escape.

This is a rule jointly formulated by countless powerful people in the Galaxy God Realm, and it is one of the strongest rules in this universe.

Who can change such a power of rules?

With the change of space power, the body of the red-clothed female cultivator was imprisoned in place.

Han Muye actually controlled this space!

"Om—"

In the surrounding illusory world, light curtains rose one after another.

trading space.

This is not a confinement space at all, but a trading space in the trading hall.

This trading hall has not been activated for countless tens of thousands of years, and the female cultivator in red has no idea of ​​the trading space in front of her.

It is very simple to control this hall, Han Muye knew it when he was in charge of the Immortal Burial City.

"A war puppet is a war puppet. No matter how strong a war puppet is, it is not a real living thing." Han Muye looked at the confused red-clothed female cultivator and said softly.

Originally, the owner here, Master Mu Yue, had the ability to control the trading space.

It's a pity that her remnant soul was swallowed, and her body was also sent to an unknown place.

As a result, this space is locked.

The trading hall has become an ownerless thing.

Han Muye is very familiar with the trading hall.

The Immortal Burial City in his hands is a Heaven Changing Pavilion.

He himself has a trading place like Jiange, which imitated Changtian Pavilion.

These trading places are based on the power of space and rely on the rules of space. They are intertwined and break open the world.

Between the trading halls, there is no chance to detect each other.

Even if they are hundreds of miles apart, they don't know each other.

Of course, if someone deduces the identity of the other party from the transaction items and transaction information, that is another matter.

When the trading light curtain rose, countless golden lights flickered in the void space.

Every golden light is a message.

A torrent of information gathered and turned into an endless stream of light.

The Pantheon, known as the Pantheon, has at least thousands of trading halls.

There are so many trading halls, and the transactions between those in charge behind them are massive.

Han Muye didn't care about the astonishment of the red-clothed war puppet, he raised his head and his eyes fell on the torrent of information.

With this trading hall, in the future, Han Muye will have the foundation to collect resources in this universe.

"One piece of seventh-level battle armor, exchange for a seventh-level battle puppet, and the attributes of the battle armor will be self-checked."

"Lack of a god-level battle puppet part, the part model is self-checked, and the price is 300,000 yuan."

"One million intermediate-level origin stones, buy three semi-holy-level battle puppets, and the remains are fine."

"Three prehistoric battle puppet parts, self-check the model, the one with the highest price will get it."

...

The transactions in the hall involve all aspects.

There are very few settlements in source currency, and most of them are physical transactions.

There are also many that use source stones and various spiritual materials as transaction currencies.

Origin currency is only the currency of several major alliances, and for the real strong, it is just a number.

Han Muye stretched out his hand, touched the light curtain for a moment, and tried to carry out a few simple transactions.

But in a moment, he had a few more spiritual materials and a few battle puppets in his hands.

"There doesn't seem to be anything good?" Golden Bird muttered looking at those spiritual materials and war puppets.

Indeed, these things are common.

"Because the trading hall here has not participated in the transaction for a long time, it was downgraded."

"You can only trade relatively low-level items." Han Muye looked relaxed, turned his head, and looked at the imprisoned female cultivator in red.

The imprisoning power of the trading hall is the real rule.

It is a rule that can prohibit the powerhouse of the universe.

At this time, the war puppet has been locked and cannot move.

Life and death are all under Han Muye's control.

"Help me control the transaction of this hall for 100,000 years, and I will set you free."

There was an indescribable sparkle in Han Muye's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "One hundred thousand years later, I can help you reshape your body and make you truly an undead creature."

Become an undead creature, no longer a war puppet.

Devouring the remnant soul of his master, doesn't this war puppet just want to become a real living being and stop being a war puppet?

Han Muye's words shocked the war puppet.

Han Muye's expression was calm, without the slightest emotion: "Actually, I can directly erase your spirit mark."

"In this way, with your body, I can still control it."

Erase the soul, and completely turn into a war puppet without an owner.

Such a war puppet can be controlled as long as it is refined.

"I see that you are the war puppet of Great Master Mu Yue, and I just can't bear to let your fascination dissipate."

"You should know that even if the main body teleports away, the Great Senior has not activated your self-destruct means."

Han Muye's voice was a little deeper, making Zhan Puppet's eyes reveal a trace of complexity.

Han Muye was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

"Say, can I really become a living being?" Looking up, Zhan Puppet looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

The war puppet closed his eyes, streaks of golden light came out from above his head, matching the golden streamer in the hall.

"Remember what you said, let me become a real living being in a hundred thousand years."

...

A day later, Han Muye walked out of the black hall.

Outside the main hall, those god-level powerhouses all stood bowed.

No need to say anything.

The formation of the entire Cold Moon City has been controlled by Han Muye, and all the powerful combat forces in the Cold Moon City are in the hands of Han Muye.

Especially the half-step universe-level Muyue war puppet, who can kill everyone here directly.

"Golden Hui pays homage to the city lord." The old man standing in the front bowed.

Everyone else said: "Meet the city lord."

"Golden Emblem, you collect all the information in the city and send it to the owner of the city."

"Everyone else does their job."

Han Muye glanced over, and then walked to the square in front of him.

He raised his hand, and a burst of shining power burst out from his body.

In the trading hall, a bright divine light lit up.

The entire Cold Moon City was shrouded in golden divine light, and then layers of golden halos emerged.

"After today, Cold Moon City will return to the void."

Endless spirit stones, fairy stones, and god crystals fell down, covering the square.

Cold Moon City, which had to fall because of too much power loss, turned into a full moon and flew up to the sky.

Han Muye turned his gaze to the top of his head, where the whole picture of Hanyue City was reflected.

On his shoulder, the voice of the golden bird was indescribably complicated.

"Using the body of Hanyue Bingfeng as the foundation of the city, how many of my prehistoric beasts died in this galaxy universe..."