Lingyao is the name of the sword-wielding warrior.

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

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

The sharpness and coldness of the black-robed figure were connected with the coldness that froze the war puppet.

Under the black robe is a battle armor shimmering with frost.

This is a piece of armor that surpasses the prehistoric level.

This was the first time for Han Muye to see such a powerful armor.

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

War Armor sacrifices combat power to improve defense, speed, and control.

Among the high-end combat forces in the Galaxy Universe, those that Han Muye had seen that could fight alone at the prehistoric level were mainly combat puppets, and not many were able to control combat armor.

"Wow——"

The flame mist that had been filling the surroundings exploded, and the warrior with a long sword stepped out of it and turned to look at the black-robed figure.

At this moment, there seemed to be a surge of blood on the body of the war puppet.

Killing intent.

Fighting puppets also have murderous intentions.

"Linghui, do you still have the nerve to return to Ziyang City?"

A suppressed roar came from the war puppet's mouth, and he raised the long knife in his hand.

It was only when he made a move that the multi-faceted black-robed figure had already raised his hand.

A green frost mist directly froze the body of the golden-armored war puppet.

"Why can't I go back?"

"I have no interest in you being so loyal and loyal that you want to be buried with Ziyang City."

The black-robed voice was hoarse and even more gloomy.

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

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

"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 emotions in the voice exploded, and the black robes exploded. Every strange old man wearing frost armor and with a frozen face stood there, holding a long wooden staff in his hand.

The old man's body seemed to have been lifted out of the frost.

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

"Linghui, madman, you deserve to be disrespected by your master." The war puppet holding a long sword raised the sword in his hand and squeezed the frozen frost on his body with difficulty.

There was a sneer on the face of the old man covered in ice, which made his cold face look ferocious.

The wooden staff in his hand points forward.

"I have been waiting for this day for three hundred thousand years."

On the wooden staff, the frost gathered into a sword and stabbed the sword-wielding war puppet in the chest.

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

The body of the war puppet couldn't resist such a sword.

"Bang——"

There was a loud sound.

A long sword thrust out.

It was not the sword thrust by the Frost Old Man, but the sword-wielding sword that struck out, cutting off the wooden staff in the Frost Old Man's hand.

The severed wooden staff flew up, and the swaying ice froze the entire space ten miles around.

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

Their cultivation base was completely unable to withstand this cold power.

"Lingyao!" The old man Binghan roared, and the armor on his body revealed streaks of ice-cold flames.

The flame is an icy flame.

"boom--"

The flame was shattered by a long arrow, and a golden-armored warrior holding a long bow stepped forward.

Four war puppets stand side by side in front of the altar.

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

"It's rare that all the disciples who were under the master of Ziyang City are about to gather together."

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

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

"Haha, now that I'm here, we've all finally gathered together."

In the void, a voice slowly came.

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

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

This is the powerful weapon refiner who previously refined Xia Ruzhe's soul into beads.

This was the first powerful person in the galaxy that made him feel pressured.

It is not the kind that relies on war puppets and armor. It is purely physical strength that has the power to oppress the world.

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

"Senior Brother Yaoyang."

"Zheng Yaoyang."

"He was the young city lord of Ziyang City back then and the direct chief disciple of Xu Ziyang."

There were low shouts and sounds of people retreating in panic.

The old man who spoke out before changed his expression and turned around to leave.

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

Zheng Yaoyang.

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

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

"I didn't expect that he turned out to be the young city lord of Ziyang City."

Even Lu Zixu doesn't know about such secrets.

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

Among the top three powerful men in the Divine Realm, no wonder Zheng Yaoyang arrived and all the practitioners scattered around quietly retreated.

Regardless of his cultivation or status, 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 needs to face it.

Grand Master Mu Yue stood at the back, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Frost Old Man and the Silver War Puppet looked at Zheng Yaoyang with complicated expressions.

The four golden-armored war puppets in front were a little distracted for a moment, or at a loss.

"You, you said you would never return to Ziyang City." The war puppet holding a long bow whispered in a low voice, as if he was saying it to himself.

Zheng Yaoyang raised his head, looked at the four war puppets, and then turned his attention 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 forbidden area of ​​weapon refining, it was doomed that Ziyang City would be destroyed."

Zheng Yaoyang looked at the altar and spoke softly.

His expression was a bit lonely and a bit envious.

His words caused the bodies of the four golden-armored war puppets to shake, and they all took a step forward.

As if he could see through their thoughts, there was a faint flame lingering around Zheng Yaoyang's body.

The intensity of this flame caused the surrounding void to distort.

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

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

He took one step forward, and the void around him was subdued.
To be continued...