718, take control of the trading hall and become the master of Hanyue City
wrong?
How could a powerful man who was about to become a cosmic powerhouse go wrong?
"Click——"
The strong hands crushed the slender neck.
But in the next moment, the female cultivator's body turned into a ray of moonlight, disappeared from where it was, and then transformed into a figure wearing a light red dress three feet away, with blood in her eyes.
In front of the female cultivator, Han Muye's body was still covered with frozen moonlight.
Cold and mysterious.
"You, how can you break through my magical power?" The female cultivator's eyes flashed with disbelief.
"Because," Han Muye raised his hand, and there was a faint force of energy and blood in his body to break through the moonlight imprisonment, and then said calmly: "You are not the real Master Muyue..."
Great Lord Muyue, an ancient power.
The master of this Hanyue City.
In a battle outside the universe, he was seriously injured and had to sleep.
Before he fell asleep, he gave his remaining soul to his war puppet to help him resurrect.
But the result was that the war puppet devoured his remaining soul, and then he wanted to replace Master Mu Yue.
Unfortunately, Master Muyue also saved a hand. At the moment when the remnant soul died, his true body had been teleported to an extremely far distance and the trading hall was sealed.
The power in the trading hall is extremely vast, and with the help of this power's suppression, the power of the war puppets is being consumed all the time.
For so many years, this war puppet has been unable to get any supplement of power here, and its strength has been reduced to nothing.
Moreover, because Master Mu Yue was on guard back then, the super powerful soldier's sky-killing war gun that was supposed to be kept together in Hanyue City was sent to Jade Tao City.
Also, because there is no soul imprint of Master Muyue, the trading authority of the trading hall has also been closed.
Although this war puppet gained freedom and swallowed the remnant soul of Master Mu Yue, it did not gain all its memories.
Just now, when Han Muye entered the hall, the war puppet didn't even sense the existence of the Sky-Slaying War Spear.
The Sky-Slaying War Spear alerted Han Muye the moment he entered the hall.
"boom--"
The female cultivator in red moved her body and punched Han Muye on the head.
What matched her fist shadow was the moonlight that filled the hall.
The moonlight once again enveloped Han Muye's body and held him motionless.
But when the fist shadow came in front of Han Muye, a faint light of blood shone in Han Muye's eyes.
The restraining force around him was directly torn to pieces, and then he raised his hand and pulled it, then held the female cultivator's arm and threw it out.
"Bang——"
Hitting the void in the hall, the female cultivator's body was bounced back.
In this hall, there is a power that can imprison this half-step universe-level war puppet.
The bionic war puppet is not as powerful as imagined.
Han Muye had already rushed out the moment the war puppet was bounced back. He raised his hand and was knocked down by a fist wrapped in black armor.
"Bang——"
This punch broke the war puppet's neck.
Strips of blood filled the surrounding area.
"Looking for death, you are looking for death -" a roar came from the female cultivator's mouth, like gold and iron clashing.
The body of the war puppet turned into a ten-foot-tall iron armor covered with black rust.
The moment he turned into an armored war puppet, a surging force rushed through the surrounding space.
The original hall space disappeared and turned into an illusory world.
"You forced me yourself."
"Only one person can leave the restricted space of this trading hall." Pointing at Han Muye, the Black Iron War Puppet's voice was filled with murderous intent.
"I'm going to crush every bone in your body."
The figure and the voice move at the same time.
The stream of light exploded, and the force of space oppression caused by the punch turned into endless shadows around Han Muye.
This is what a cosmic powerhouse looks like!
Every trace in this strike is the aggregation of space power in a world.
If Han Muye cannot bear it, he will be swallowed by these worlds.
If his body cannot withstand the devouring of these phantoms, it will directly break into pieces, and the power of rules will be displayed without any reason.
When a cosmic powerhouse takes action, he will crush it with rules.
This is Han Muye's first encounter with someone using the power of law in this universe.
If he had not controlled the rules, he would have no power to fight back at this time.
"Buzz——"
Bloody armor appeared on Han Muye's body.
Lines of Kui Niu's thunder exploded, and the thunder light enveloped the surrounding space.
On the chest of the black ancient battle armor, the head of Kui Niu appeared.
"Prehistoric level armor!" Surprise came from the mouth of the black iron war puppet.
The power coming from this armor is obviously beyond the prehistoric level.
Behind Han Muye, a bloody dragon-crocodile shadow condensed.
"The overlord of the ancient universe." The voice of the black iron war puppet became extremely solemn.
The golden figure of the Haotian Golden Crow fell on Han Muye's shoulder, carrying a blazing heat that burned the heaven and earth into dust and ashes.
The illusory chaotic figure flew in front of Han Muye, and endless golden light shone on the golden beads.
The Five Elements Divine Furnace rotates and turns into five directions of towns, constantly intersecting.
"The ancient beasts, the extreme formation spirits, and the Five Directions Divine Furnace, you, who are you..." There was a trace of panic and a trace of 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 in charge of true cosmic-level battle armor, would have at most one or two such powerful species accompanying them.
A war spear appeared in Han Muye's palm.
"Sky-killing war spear!" the black iron war puppet exclaimed.
"Bang——"
The palm of the war puppet was blocked by the Golden Crow wings.
"boom--"
The imprisoned space was shattered by Kui Niu's lightning.
"Roar--"
The dragon crocodile's long tail smashed down, shattering the space around the war puppet's body.
Endless streamer cracks appeared in the space.
One blow, breaking open countless worlds.
There was horror in the eyes of the war puppet, and the moment he quickly retreated, the space power on the Chaos Golden Orb suddenly appeared.
suppress.
The illusory space power in the golden bead suppressed the body of the war puppet for a hundred breaths.
enough.
In just one hundred breaths, the Five Elements Divine Furnace crashed down, flames and streams of light shone, wrapping the body of the war puppet.
Refining!
The Five Elements Divine Furnace will directly refine this war puppet!
Anyway, this war puppet has betrayed its master, devoured the remnant soul of his master, and is now an ownerless thing.
"Arrogant." The black iron war puppet screamed, reaching out his palm and tearing open the space in front of him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But at this moment, a spear pierced directly from the torn space and pierced the chest of the war puppet.
"Bang——"
Half of the black iron war puppet's body was blown to pieces.
With a roll of the spear, the body of the war puppet was shattered.
Han Muye stood where he was, his expression unchanged at all.
"Buzz——"
Behind his back, a palm clapped again.
This is a cosmic-level war puppet. Its strength is not determined by the state of its body.
For example, at this moment, the palm behind Han Muye was a force of nothingness.
"Stab-"
A sword light rose from Han Muye's head, then flashed instantly, shattering 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 has returned from the Galaxy God Realm, or are you from another universe?" The female cultivator looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.
Galaxy 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 level war puppets.
Most of the powerful men in the Pantheon are also in the Galaxy God Realm.
There is an agreement in the God's Domain that cosmic-level powerhouses are not allowed to step out of the God's Domain at will and affect the operation of the galaxy and 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 raised his head and looked at the illusory world in front of him, his eyes shining with light.
With just one blow, he had already discovered the secret here.
This place has no owner!
"Here, I want it." Han Muye stretched out his hand and punched out.
"Bang——"
The heaven and earth shook.
This scene made the female cultivator in red stare wide-eyed.
"You, how can you induce changes in the rules of the trading hall?"
This hall trapped her for countless years.
Because the power of rules used in this hall is the forbidden power of the Galaxy God Realm, not to mention Lord Mu Yue’s puppets, not even Lord Mu Yue himself can 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 make such a rule change?
As the power of space changed, the slim figure of the woman in red was imprisoned in place.
Han Muye actually controlled this space!
"Buzz——"
In the surrounding illusory world, curtains of light rose up.
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 thousands of years, and the female cultivator in red has no idea about the trading space in front of her.
Controlling this hall is very simple, Han Muye knew it long ago when he took charge of Immortal Burial City.
"A war puppet is a war puppet. No matter how strong a war puppet is, it is not a real living being after all." Han Muye looked at the confused female cultivator in red and spoke softly.
Originally, the owner of this place, Master Muyue, had the ability to control the trading space.
It's a pity that her remaining soul was swallowed up and her body was also transported to an unknown place.
In this way, this space will be locked.
The trading hall became an ownerless thing.
Han Muye is extremely familiar with the trading hall.
The Immortal Burial City he controls is a Heaven-Changing Pavilion.
He himself still has a trading place like Jiange that imitates Changtian Pavilion.
These trading places are based on the power of space and rely on the rules of space. They are involved with each other and break the world.
There is no opportunity to detect each other in the trading hall.
Even though they are hundreds of miles apart, they don't know each other.
Of course, if someone infers the identity of the other party from the transaction items and transaction information, that is another matter.
When the transaction light curtain rose, countless golden lights flashed in the void space.
Every ray of golden light is a message.
A torrent of information gathers and turns into an endless stream of light.
The Pantheon, known as the Pantheon of Gods, has at least thousands of trading halls.
There are so many trading halls, and the transactions between the people behind them are massive.
Han Muye ignored the surprise of the red-clothed warrior, raised his head, and his eyes fell on the torrent of information.
With this trading hall, Han Muye will have the foundation to collect resources in this universe from now on.
"A seventh-level battle armor, exchange for a seventh-level battle puppet, and self-check the attributes of the battle armor."
"There is a god-level war puppet part missing. Please check the part model yourself. The price is 300,000 source coins."
"One million mid-level source stones, buy three semi-saint-level war puppets, even the broken bodies."
"Three prehistoric level war puppet parts, self-check the model, the one with the highest price will get it."
…
Transactions in the hall involve all aspects.
There are very few settlements in source currency, and most of them are physical transactions.
Many of them use source stones and various spiritual materials as trading currencies.
Source currency is just the currency of a few major alliances. For the truly powerful, it is just a number.
Han Muye stretched out his hand, moved it on the light screen for a moment, and tried several simple transactions.
In just a moment, he had several spiritual materials and several war puppets in his hands.
"There doesn't seem to be any good stuff?" Golden Bird muttered as he looked at the spiritual materials and war puppets.
Indeed, these things are very common.
"Because the trading hall here has not participated in trading for a long time, it was downgraded."
"Only lower-level items can be traded." 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 strongest in 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 transactions in this palace for a hundred thousand years, and I will set you free."
Han Muye's eyes were filled with indescribable brightness, 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 and no longer a war puppet.
By 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 made the war puppet tremble all over.
Han Muye had a calm expression on his face, without any emotion at all: "Actually, I can directly erase the mark of your soul."
"In this way, I can still control your body."
Erasing the soul will completely turn him into a war puppet without a master.
Such a war puppet can be controlled by just refining it.
"I see that you are the war puppet of Lord Mu Yue, and I can't bear to let your soul dissipate."
"You should know that even if you teleport away, the Great Master will not activate your self-destruction method."
Han Muye's voice was slightly deeper, making the war puppet's eyes reveal a hint of complexity.
Han Muye was not in a hurry and waited quietly.
"Tell me, can I really become a living being?" Zhan Puppet raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded.
The war puppet closed his eyes, and golden light shone from above his head, matching the golden light in the hall.
"Remember what you said, let me become a real living being in one hundred thousand years."
…
One day later, Han Muye walked out of the black hall.
Outside the main hall, all those god-level experts stood bowed.
No need to say anything.
The entire Han Yue City formation has been controlled by Han Muye, and all the powerful combat power in Han Yue City has fallen into Han Muye's hands.
Especially the half-step cosmic-level Mu Yue war puppet can directly kill everyone here.
"Jin Hui pays homage to the city lord." The old man standing at the front bowed.
Everyone else said: "Greetings to the city lord."
"Jin Hui, please collect all the information in the city and send it to the city lord."
"Everyone else does their job."
Han Muye glanced over, and then walked to the square in front.
He raised his hand, and a sparkling power burst out from his body.
In the trading hall, a bright divine light lit up.
The entire Hanyue City was shrouded in golden divine light, and then layers of golden halo emerged.
"After today, Hanyue City will return to the void."
Endless spiritual stones, fairy spiritual stones, and divine crystals fell down, covering the square.
Hanyue City, which had to fall due to too much power loss, turned into a full moon and soared into the sky.
Han Muye cast his gaze to the top of his head, where the entire Hanyue City was reflected.
Over his shoulder, the golden bird's voice contained indescribable complexity.
"With Han Yue Bingfeng's body as the foundation of the city, my prehistoric beast will die in this galaxy universe..."
