If he hadn't seen the memories left in the flying boat, Han Muye would not have thought that the Lu family, one of the seven families in the God's Domain, would be in such a dangerous situation.

In fact, for God's Domain, even if the Lu family is destroyed, it will not have a big impact. Just replace it with another one of the seven families in God's Domain.

There is no shortage of families with relatively low strength in the Divine Realm, nor is there any shortage of powerful sect forces.

For countless years, the divine realm has been built with iron, and the aristocratic family has been prosperous.

Just like this alien race in Juliang Continent, if you really can't suppress it, then just admit it as a member of the Divine Realm.

As long as they integrate into the divine realm, they will eventually be assimilated.

"Looking at it this way, I'm afraid there is more than one force that wants to plot against the Lu family." Han Muye retracted his palm, looked at the flying boat in front of him, and whispered softly.

Juliangzhou's rebellion alone would never be able to push the Lu family to this point.

Among them, there must be a major force from the divine domain, or even a combination of several major forces from the divine domain, to put the Lu family into the current difficult situation.

This also makes sense as to why Lu Zixu appeared in the void in the first place.

Those elite disciples of the Lu family should have been sent out to look for opportunities everywhere in the void, looking for ways to get the Lu family out of the quagmire.

Lu Zixu said that the head of the Lu family had wanted to personally invite Han Muye.

From this point of view, the Lu family really values ​​​​Han Muye's intervention in repairing the war puppet.

Taking one step forward, Han Muye flew down into the cabin of the airship.

There are dozens of boxes of various colors scattered in the cabin.

These boxes are sealed with talismans, and the spiritual patterns on them are intertwined.

Raising his hand to hold a box in his hand, Han Muye's fingertips sparkled with endless light, activating the spiritual patterns on it.

The talisman vibrated, and then turned into a golden spiritual pattern that shrank on the lid of the box.

The box opened automatically, and a section of the battle gun sealed inside appeared.

The war gun looked dilapidated and mottled as if it was about to break.

Han Muye had seen such a war gun in Lu Zixu's hand.

Now if you look closely, this war gun should be the standard weapon of a certain sect in ancient times.

Weapons from ancient times possess a variety of top-notch spiritual materials, and the power contained in them is powerful, possessing cosmic-level combat power.

He raised his hand to hold the war gun. When the war gun was taken out from the two-foot-long wooden box, there was a twisting force struggling on the war gun.

"Buzz——"

Endless memories poured into Han Muye's mind.

It was an extremely brutal battle scene.

A battle formation with three thousand spears in hand against tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of eight-winged and ten-winged aliens.

"Lingjia Sect."

This is the sect from which the Three Thousand Spears Battle Formation comes.

Han Muye could tell that this Lingjia Sect was an ancient sect and should be inherited from the same era as the Liantian Sect.

However, in the era of Liantian Sect, no one had such a battle formation composed entirely of armor and guns.

Perhaps such a battle formation was formed later to specifically fight against foreigners.

War armor is also the foundation of Lingjia Sect.

Opening the other wooden box, I saw a slightly damaged armor inside.

In the cabin, there were a total of thirteen pieces of armor, thirteen spears, and a golden sword, all of which were broken.

From this long sword, Han Muye saw the alliance of various forces in ancient times, and finally formed an army to resist the aliens.

The former owner of this war sword was a great swordsman from the Fearless Sword Sect in ancient times.

"The evolution of battle formations, battle armor, and finally battle puppets can be considered an orderly inheritance."

Holding the hilt of the sword and feeling the magnificent power conveyed in the sword, Han Muye whispered softly.

The strongest alien races, even those with the lowest level of combat power, have the eighth and ninth level combat power of the Galaxy Universe, and are good at combining power.

Under the leadership of a Canaanite king, the strength gathered together to summon the phantoms of the Canaanite ancestors to fight, and the fighting power was swept directly.

Many sects in the Galaxy Universe were defeated by such an army.

Forming a large army and pitting military formations against military formations is also a last resort.

"boom--"

There was a roar in the distance, and then more than a dozen figures flew towards Han Muye's location.

Han Muye raised his hand, put away all the wooden boxes, and then stepped out of the flying boat.

At this time, the dozen figures had already fallen.

"It's my Lu family's flying boat."

"The weapon refiner is the reinforcement."

"Quick, the pursuers have arrived, you go first."

Several voices rang out, and the flying figures had already surrounded the flying boat where Han Muye was standing. Then, several spiritual lights fell and enveloped the flying boat.

The flying boat vibrated and slowly floated.

Han Muye looked at these people.

Most of the cultivation levels are between the holy level and the god level, and they can control armor or puppets, and the weapons in their hands are also excellent.

Aware of Han Muye's observation, the leading middle-aged man turned around and said, "I am Lu Zizheng, the commander of the Zhenyue Guards of the Lu family stationed in Juliang Continent."

This Lu Zi is the only strong man here who can control the prehistoric level war puppet.

One person can control a prehistoric war puppet, and his own strength is at least at the prehistoric god level.

"This time, the Canaan clan has been planning for a long time to blow up all the teleportation arrays on Juliang Continent that connect to the divine domain. We have no reinforcements in a short period of time."

Lu Zi was looking at the people around him with a solemn expression.

There are no reinforcements.

This is an extremely dangerous thing.

"So the Governor and the elders told me that all the weapon refiners must be protected and escorted to the station intact."

Lu Zi was raising his head, looking at the roaring figure in the distance, raising the long knife in his hand.

Several people around him also raised their weapons.

Han Muye looked at those figures.

Two wings, four wings, four arms and three eyes.

Outside of Kunwu, he had killed many such figures.

"The Canaan clan." Han Muye whispered softly.

"Don't worry, we will escort you to the Zhenyue Guard Army station." Lu Zizheng thought that Han Muye was nervous and fearful, so he spoke loudly.

The long knife in his hand shone brightly, and then he took a step forward.

"Ziming, Yusheng will follow me to defend against the enemy, and the others will escort the weapon refiner away!"

The two Lu family disciples who were following him stepped out without hesitation, spears thrust out from their hands.

The light of the sword and the light of the spear merged and turned into a blue dragon, roaring towards the attacking figure with wings spread.

The other children of the Lu family covered the flying boat with their auras and took off into the air.

Unfortunately, the flying boat was damaged after all, and its flight speed was much slower than before. Several people from the Canaan clan passed by Lu Zizheng and the others in the void and rushed towards the flying boat.

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The two Lu family members looked at each other and rushed out.

One of them is an armor master, and one is a puppet master. A holy war puppet flies out, and the other controls the armor to protect the body of the puppet master.

The flying war puppet became ten feet high, and swept across with a long stick in its hand, causing the wind to turn into an endless whirlwind, blocking the oncoming Canaan clan.

After flying like this for a while, there were only eight Lu family disciples protecting the flying boat, and eleven were blocking the enemy. They were divided into five groups, divided and surrounded.

"Sir, we will help you divert the pursuers, and you can gather at the Zhenyue Guards station alone." Looking at the Canaan clan who were chasing after them again, a descendant of the Lu family held a spear in his hand and wore a black armor.

He spoke in a low voice to Han Muye.

Several other people rushed to the flying boat. One of them put a black armor on Han Muye and pushed him out of the flying boat.

Of the eight Lu family disciples, two stayed on the flying boat and continued to fly forward, while the remaining few formed pairs and fled in different directions.

Han Muye was also led by a young man with a childish look on his face and fled in one direction.

After escaping for hundreds of miles, the young man paused and raised his hands to Han Muye: "Sir, you go away, I will stop the enemy here."

There were people from the Canaanite tribe coming from behind, but not many.
To be continued...