Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 780 Ziyang Cauldron, a treasure from ancient times

Lingyao is the name of the sword-wielding puppet.

This war puppet possesses power beyond the prehistoric level war puppet, and is the strongest existence among the four golden war puppets.

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

The fierceness and coldness that emanated from the black-robed figure were connected with the freezing cold that froze the puppet.

Under the black robe is a battle armor with frosty glints.

This is a battle armor that surpasses the prehistoric level.

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

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

Warframe sacrifices combat power to improve defense and speed, as well as control.

Among the high-end combat power in the galaxy universe, the kind that Han Muye has seen that can fight alone at the prehistoric level 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 puppet holding a long knife stepped out of it before, and turned to look at the black-robed figure.

At this moment, there seemed to be a streak of blood rising from the war puppet.

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 war puppet's mouth, and he raised the long knife in his hand.

He was the only one who moved, and the multi-faceted black-robed figure had already raised his hand.

A cyan mist of frost directly froze the body of the golden armored puppet.

"Why can't I go back?"

"You foolish and loyal, I am not interested in being buried with Ziyang City."

The voice of the black robe was hoarse, and even more gloomy.

"The end of an era, why can't we just let him pass?"

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

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

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

The old man's body seemed to be scooped up from the frost.

In other words, he just walked out of the frost.

"Linghui, lunatic, you're disrespectful to Master, damn it." The war puppet holding the long knife raised the knife in his hand, and squeezed the frozen ice on his body with difficulty.

There was a sneer on the cold old man's face, and against his cold face, he looked ferocious.

The stick in his hand pointed forward.

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

On the wooden stick, the frost gathered into a sword, stabbing towards the chest of the war puppet holding the knife.

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

Such a sword, the body of the war puppet can't resist it.

"Boom—"

There was a loud bang.

A long sword pierced out.

It was not the sword stabbed by the old man Frost, but the long sword of the sword-wielding war puppet, which cut off the wooden stick in the old man's hand.

The severed wooden staff flew up, and the icy cold swayed, freezing all the surrounding ten miles of space.

The bodies of those cultivators in Linglong City were shivering in the freezing cold.

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

"Lingyao!" The ice-cold old man growled lowly, streaks of ice-cold flames appeared from the battle armor on his body.

The flames are icy cold flames.

"boom--"

The flame was shattered by a long arrow, and the golden armored puppet with a long bow stepped forward.

The four war puppets stood side by side in front of the altar.

At this time, the silver war puppet also stood up and stood with the old man Frost.

"It's rare, the disciples of Ziyang City Master's disciples are almost gathered."

Not far away, an old man in green robe looked at the golden cauldron on the altar with a smile on his face, and a trace of greed flickered in his eyes.

On the other side, several practitioners in the same attire led several prehistoric battle puppets to surround the surrounding void.

"Hehe, I'm here, so we're really gathered together."

In the void, a voice came slowly.

The moment the sound sounded, the surrounding world seemed to be directly imprisoned, and pieces of void shattered.

Han Muye turned his head, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

This is the expert craftsman who refined Xia Ruzhe's soul into beads before.

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

It's not the kind of relying on war puppets and armor, purely physical strength, there is the power to oppress the world.

This is a strong man who can crush divine beasts with physical strength alone.

"Brother Yaoyang."

"Zheng Yaoyang."

"He was the Young City Lord of Ziyang City back then, Xu Ziyang's direct chief disciple."

There were whispers from around, and the sound of panic and retreating.

The expression of the old man who spoke before turned around and left.

Others who recognized Zheng Yaoyang also shrank their heads and simply backed away.

Zheng Yaoyang.

"Gongsun Shangguan Zheng, the top three families in the Galaxy God Realm." Lu Zixu, who flew behind Han Muye, looked serious and spoke in a low voice.

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

"Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the Young City Lord of Ziyang City."

Such a secret, even Lu Zixu didn't know about it.

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

The top three experts in the God's Domain, no wonder Zheng Yaoyang came, and all the practitioners scattered around quietly retreated.

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

Zheng Yaoyang turned his head slightly, looked at Han Muye, smiled and nodded.

Han Muye also nodded.

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

Great Venerable Mu Yue stood behind, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

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

The four golden-armored war puppets in front were momentarily absent-minded, or rather at a loss.

"You, you said that you will never return to Ziyang City." The puppet holding the longbow whispered, as if he was talking to himself.

Zheng Yaoyang raised his head, looked at the four war puppets, and then turned his gaze to the cauldron on the altar behind and the flames in front of the cauldron.

"Actually, you really don't need to lock yourself here."

"When he chose to challenge the restricted area of ​​the refining tool, he was 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 made the bodies of the four golden-armored war puppets shake, and they all took a step forward.

Seemingly seeing through their intentions, there was a faint flame lingering around Zheng Yaoyang's body.

The blazing flame distorted the surrounding void.

"Don't stop me. Since I'm here today, I just want to see him."

Although Zheng Yaoyang's voice was not loud, it carried a domineering force that could not be refused.

He stepped out with one step, and the surrounding void was suppressed.

With a radius of thousands of feet, even a speck of dust can hang still.

Moving forward step by step, the four golden armored war puppets stood still and did not step forward to stop them.

I don't know if it was because I was intimidated, or because I was really powerless to resist.

Zheng Yaoyang's body rose slowly, and then he was level with the top of the altar, looking directly at the cauldron in front of him, and facing the flame.

"Master Ziyang, I was unwilling to accept your inheritance of refining weapons that challenged the forbidden area. Today, I am still unwilling."

"But I want to take Ziyang Cauldron with me."

With a low shout, he raised his hand and slapped the cauldron in front of him.

Below, the face of the old man Frost changed, and the icy power on his body surged, and then he stepped out.

The silver war puppet also rushed forward.

The golden-armored war puppet holding the battle gun wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the war puppet holding the big sword.

"If any of them can take away the Ziyang Cauldron, that is also the master's choice." The golden armored puppet whispered, and then cast his eyes forward.

"Anyone of you who wants to get this Ziyang Cauldron, or my master's inheritance, can go."

can go.

The practitioners of Linglong City looked at each other, and some of them rushed upwards with excitement in their eyes.

Only his figure moved, and his body turned into nothingness inch by inch.

There was only one spirit, who didn't seem to know that his body had dissipated, and rushed directly into the golden cauldron.

"This means—" the war puppet controlled by the Five Elements Stove let out a low cry.

Hun Huan beside him nodded and lowered his voice: "The prehistoric past had this inheritance."

More than just having this inheritance, the Five Elements Sacred Furnace was clearly formed by such means.

The Five Elements Sacred Furnace had been suppressing Wuzhiqi's spirit all the time, and he couldn't escape for countless years.

The strong men of Ziyang City went to the prehistoric past, and those Golden Crows were all plundered from the prehistoric?

Or is there an unimaginable connection between Ziyang City and Honghuang?

What happened to the Linglong City cultivator made everyone around panic.

This big cauldron is clearly an extremely weird treasure.

Many people want to retreat, but find that their bodies are out of control.

"We are stationed here, why do we stay in the body of a war puppet?" The voice of the golden war puppet holding a big sword is full of indifference.

Why?

Because the physical body here is simply unable to resist the devouring of the golden cauldron!

"My lord, we will protect you to leave." Several god-level powerhouses who followed Lu Zixu changed their complexions drastically, and they took a step forward, calling out the Great Desolate War Puppet, trying to resist the pulling force from the void.

But even if there was the Great Desolate War Puppet in front, they couldn't resist, even their own bodies flew into the air, and then disappeared, leaving only their spirits and souls sucked into the cauldron.

Lu Zixu looked ugly, and raised his hand to hold a blue-gray broken gun in front of him.

On the broken spear, strands of golden light lingered and turned into a golden light curtain, protecting his body.

This is definitely a universe-level powerful treasure, otherwise it would not be able to protect him.

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

Regardless of whether it was Han Muye, or Hun Dun who came with him, the Five Elements Sacred Furnace, including the three of them, Mu Yue, they all stood in place and were not affected in the slightest.

In this scene, the four war puppets in front were a little stunned.

They are very clear about the power of this great cauldron.

How can anyone resist?

"The body of the war puppet." The war puppet holding the bow and arrow looked at Hun Chao and the Five Elements Stove, and said softly.

There was a flash of light in his eyes: "In the world, besides me, Ziyang City, there are people who have such means."

The war puppet beside him who was holding a long knife also turned his head and looked at the three of them, Master Mu Yue, with some surprise on his face.

"War puppet...not right." He looked up at Zheng Yaoyang in front of the altar.

"Master Muyue's war puppet was refined by me back then, but now it's in such a state that Zheng is curious." Zheng Yaoyang looked at Master Muyue, then at Muyue's war puppet and remnant soul war puppet. Color flashed.

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

"You do have the capital of arrogance."

Looking up at the big cauldron in front of him, his expression was calm: "If you are interested in Ziyang cauldron or Ziyang city, then come up."

"If not, you can leave."

leave?

The man in front of him is indeed very strong in manipulating the soul.

But Han Muye is just not sure about the means to unlock his soul, but it doesn't mean that he thinks that he is not an opponent in the art of refining, and in the way of cultivation.

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

He shook his head and stepped forward.

This step made Lu Zixu's eyes widen.

The few around Han Muye were nothing more than the old powerful lords, or the bodies of war puppets.

But Han Muye is clearly in the flesh!

In this scene, the four gold-armored war puppets, as well as the frosty old man beside Zheng Yaoyang, and the silver-armored war puppets all had a flash of surprise on their faces.

So far, Zheng Yaoyang is the only one whose physical body is close to Ziyang Ding.

Han Muye is the second one.

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

it is as expected.

The powerful physical strength locked the separation of his soul.

This cauldron was able to attract the soul, but it failed to shatter his body.

I'm afraid there is no power in the world that can make one's body collapse, right?

I have a body of the prehistoric overlord level.

Turning his head, he looked at Zheng Yaoyang.

Looking at it this way, this body...

Looking down at Master Mu Yue, Han Muye understood.

Master Muyue's original Muyue war puppet was forged by Zheng Yaoyang.

This method of using the bionic war puppet to finally carry his own cultivation base and soul, and transform it into an immortal existence, of course Zheng Yaoyang must first use it on himself.

Therefore, Zheng Yaoyang's body is a bionic war puppet refined by him, and has become a universe-level existence.

This could also explain why Han Muye felt the pressure in front of Zheng Yaoyang.

"rare."

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

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

"Master blends his soul into it and sleeps there. Either get Master's approval in refining the weapon, or activate the Ziyang cauldron with the power of his body and soul."

Zheng Yaoyang's eyes were shining brightly, and the energy, blood and spirit of his body were surging.

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

Divine Soul Pearl!

This is the great achievement of his weapon refining means, and he has opened up his own way of practice.

This kind of research on the soul, even if Xu Ziyang is reborn, I am afraid that he will be willing to bow down.

The Frost old man standing beside him gritted his teeth, the power of Frost burst out from his body, and condensed into a giant like an iceberg.

And the silver war puppet took a step back, with a "clang" sound on its body, and condensed into a silver-armored dragon beast.

Both of these methods are extremely powerful.

Han Muye stood there, pondering for a moment, a ball of flame rose from his palm.

Xu Ziyang is a senior craftsman, so he will challenge him with craftsmanship.

Of course, his blood power was also stimulated.

The bloody streamer condensed into a phantom behind him.

Strength, he is not afraid of anyone.