Han Muye looked at Feng Jiutian and said calmly: "If not, what do I want you to do?"
Feng Jiutian's face froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
What Senior Brother Han said was so damn domineering.
If we don't have to abide by the trial rules and cannot use holy-level objects, a war puppet next to Senior Brother Han can solve everything.
Besides, if Senior Brother Han goes head-to-head with the dean and trades half of Zhuyang College’s rich net worth, what resources can’t be used?
Feng Jiutian smiled bitterly and nodded, looking at the expressionless He Yang beside him.
I am really outclassed by this guy.
When the other trial disciples saw that He Yang and Feng Jiutian had dedicated their war puppets and armors, they looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and presented their war puppets and armors.
"dismantle."
Han Muye shouted lowly.
A group of weapon-refining disciples stepped forward, and flames rose.
The battle armor of the Zun War Puppet was turned into parts, and then installed on the bodies of the war puppets made of bluestone and refined iron.
With these powerful parts, the combat power and defensive power of these war puppets are greatly increased.
Let the sixth- and seventh-level weapon refiners assemble and refine the war puppet, and Han Muye led all the eighth-level weapon refiners out of the fortification.
"As a weapon refiner, you can't just look at war puppets and war armor."
Han Muye looked at the eleven eighth-level weapon refiners beside him, and then looked forward.
"Look, what do those mountains look like?"
Mountains?
All the weapon refiners turned their heads in confusion and looked at the mountain range that Han Muye mentioned.
Mountains are mountains, nothing special about them.
"This is the trial place of Zhuyang Academy. Everything here is specially arranged."
"There are formations scattered among these mountains."
Han Muye reminded him.
Formation!
"Senior brother, are you going to use these formations?" A big man wearing a green robe and carrying a hammer on his back asked in surprise.
"These formations can protect the heaven and earth for hundreds of miles, and can transform a trial space. If their power can be stimulated, I don't know how powerful they will be." Another young man also whispered.
They are all eighth-level weapon refiners. With a little enlightenment, they can understand what the formation Han Muye said can do.
Use the power of the formation to activate the war puppets.
Even if they refine a war puppet that can withstand the Holy level, the disciples who are tested by these will not be able to exert their combat effectiveness at all.
Unless these war puppets themselves have extremely strong combat power, the disciples who do not need to control them will consume more soul power.
Then, using the power of a large formation is the best choice.
"These are the foundations of the great formation here. They cannot be destroyed or shaken by those below the god level."
Han Muye raised his hand, and lights and shadows appeared in front of him.
As he moved his fingers, endless and complex streams of light emerged.
These streams of light are so complex that all eighth-level weapon refiners will feel dizzy even if they look directly at them.
Han Muye ignored them, the streams of light in his hands continued to overlap, and then turned into a large array of light and shadow with a radius of ten feet.
"What you have to do is to lead these lines before the next wave of alien beasts erupts."
With his finger pointing, the light and shadow in front of him dissipated layer by layer, leaving only a few thick streams of light in the end.
The stream of light exploded in the void, and then flew away into the distance.
Several weapon refiners looked at each other and quickly followed.
They couldn't understand the entire formation, but they could still do it just by following the light and shadow to draw the power of the formation.
At this time, in the main hall a hundred miles away, the adjudication instructors all had solemn expressions on their faces, staring closely at the light curtain.
Previously, Han Muye directly asked He Yang and Feng Jiutian to gather all the trial disciples so that they could detect the abnormality.
An unknown ninth-level weapon refiner could actually make two top figures among the trial disciples bow down.
Moreover, this person was one that neither Liang Qiyuan nor the dean seemed willing to offend.
If that were the case, they would most likely feel that this person had some unimaginable background.
But everyone was stunned when they saw Han Muye drawing the large formation of the trial place with one hand in the light curtain.
As teachers of Zhuyang Academy, these judges know the origin of this trial place.
Back then, Zhuyang Academy spent decades on supplies, tens of billions of source coins, and more than a dozen god-level weapon refiners to set up this formation.
Just the formation diagram of this grand formation required three god-level weapon refiners to draw it simultaneously for three days before it could be manifested.
But just a quarter of an hour later, the trial disciple named Han Mu drew the formation diagram out of thin air.
This is impossible to do.
Even if you are proficient in formations and have an extremely familiar memory of this formation, you will not be able to draw it without a soul that transcends the divine level.
What level of cultivation and what kind of things do you do?
Those eighth-level weapon refiners can't even face this formation directly.
Among the more than a hundred judges in the hall, not to mention those at the Saint level, even the several Gods were unable to see the full picture of the grand formation map drawn by Han Muye.
Their soul strength is not enough.
"He, who is he..."
Only then did Zhao Zhijin whisper with a pale face.
How could there be such a strong person among the trial disciples?
Even among the entire Zhuyang Academy’s teaching staff, I’m afraid there is no such a powerful person!
"President, he, who is he..." An old man with white beard looked at Liang Qiyuan and spoke in a low voice.
Others also looked at Liang Qiyuan with complicated expressions.
Now, they can probably understand why Liang Qiyuan wanted to protect Ridge No. 14.
It's not a shield.
In front of such a strong man, no one knows who is protecting him.
This powerful man needs protection?
"It doesn't matter who he is."
Liang Qiyuan looked at everyone, his eyes revealed a deep divine light, he raised his hand, and a golden stream of light swayed.
"No one is allowed to leave this place until the next wave of alien beasts begins."
"Anyone who dares to summon someone outside will be killed without mercy."
Liang Qiyuan's body was filled with evil aura, and a war puppet flew down beside him.
He raised his hand, and the golden light turned into a snare, sealing the entire hall.
What's the meaning?
If it had been before, I'm afraid all the rulings would have exploded.
But at this time, no one spoke.
This trial is really weird.
Absolutely something unimaginable happened.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone lowered their heads and sat in front of the light curtain, watching the disciples in the light curtain forming battle puppets and setting up a large formation.
"Don't tell me, using such methods can really bring out the greatest strength."
"These war puppets coupled with the power of the large formation, even the saint level cannot break through."
"What is he guarding against?"
In the main hall, there were whispers.
Not everyone is curious to see more and more war puppets in the light curtain, as well as the increasingly bright aura on the 14th mountain.
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound in the main hall.
Liang Qiyuan raised his hand and was killed by a golden light.
"Tu Ziyu, it's you!"
Liang Qiyuan shouted low, and the war puppet behind him rushed out and grabbed a 40-year-old puppet master who was sitting upright.
The forty-year-old puppet master chuckled and retreated toward the rear.
In front of him, a black war puppet punched out, blocking Liang Qiyuan's war puppet.
"Bang——"
The two war puppets collided together, and Tu Ziyu's war puppet was punched away by Liang Qiyuan's war puppet.
Tu Ziyu's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand, and a ball of suppressed blood rose in his palm.
"What are you going to do!"
"Your bloodline exploded, you are crazy."
"You are a traitor!"
The surrounding adjudicators hurriedly backed away, but it was already too late.
The sound of roaring and exploding resounded, tearing the entire hall apart.
Dozens of saint-level disciples vomited blood and retreated, with a war puppet standing in front to protect them.
"call out--"
A bloody stream of light rushed into the sky.
A judge wearing a black robe smiled and flew into the sky.
Liang Qiyuan snorted coldly, and his war puppet flew forward and punched the Judgment Instructor to pieces.
But it's too late.
The bloody light that shot directly into the sky broke through the light and shadow all over the sky, tearing the entire world apart.
Then, the sky shook, and a huge crack appeared.
"The tide of alien beasts begins in advance!"
"No, this breath is wrong!"
"Holy level..."
"God level!"
"How can there be a god-level beast!"
All the judges’ expressions changed drastically.
"Professor, please help the dean quickly!"
"Quickly, let the trial disciples leave!"
The adjudication exercises below are all in chaos.
Liang Qiyuan shook his head, with a solemn expression on his face.
"The dean and several elders from the City Lord's Mansion have gone to the void to fight against the enemy."
"The entire Zhuyang Academy was cut off from the power of the void and the transmission power was cut off."
"We can only stay here."
"Death, or repel them all."
Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath and looked at everyone below.
"Everyone, I am sorry for you."
"The dean asked me to hold back the enemies here so that they won't find out that we have discovered their conspiracy."
"If we die in battle today, Liang Qiyuan will be the first to die."
After Liang Qiyuan finished speaking, he flew up, and the war puppet beside him protected his body behind him, flying with him for nine days.
Others look at each other.
Liang Qiyuan, the dean, all knew that something had happened here.
But in order to prevent their enemies from knowing, they chose to hide it.
Sacrifice everyone here to delay the enemy and save Zhuyang City.
This sacrifice is worth it.
As teachers at Zhuyang College, enjoying the transcendent status and power in Zhuyang City, they certainly have to make sacrifices that others do not have.
"I remembered, yes, it was a summons from Han Mu!" Someone turned to look at Zhao Zhijin who was standing aside.
Han Mu discovered the accident, so he began to make arrangements and sent a message.
Zhao Zhijin looked pale.
He couldn't imagine what he had done before.
If the summons had not been handed over to the dean, wouldn't it mean that the entire Zhuyang City might be in catastrophe?
"Forget it, it's just a fight to the death." A teacher shook his head and flew into the sky with his armor.
The others looked at each other and stopped talking.
Now that we have reached this point, we can only fight.
"Do your best to protect those trial disciples."
"They don't deserve to die here."
A god-level armor master flew towards the direction of Mountain No. 14.
Others also rushed over.
At this time, everyone on the other side of Ridge No. 14 also saw the changes in the sky.
"Isn't it the ninth day?"
"This, this is noon on the eighth day!"
"What is that breath and why am I shaking?"
"Impossible, god level, how can there be god level?"
It's impossible not to be messy.
too strong.
Those alien beasts are really too strong.
"Guyuan Feilong, level nine."
"Void bat, holy level."
"Heyuan Three Spirit Birds, god level."
Feng Jiutian looked pale and whispered through gritted teeth.
He finally understood why Senior Brother Han gathered everyone together and dismantled all the puppet armors.
They simply cannot resist such powerful alien beasts.
Even if they had battle puppets with them, they wouldn't be able to go forward and fight.
"boom--"
A god-level judge wearing black armor flew down, blocking a god-level beast with a long knife in his hand.
The power of one blow shook the entire void.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Reinforce defenses!"
The god-level armor master shouted.
Below, the already sluggish trial disciples all turned to look at Han Muye who was standing on the fortification.
At this time, only the backbone can take command.
Everyone was confused and at a loss.
"Feng Jiutian, you lead all the armor masters to guard the left wing."
"He Yang, you lead all the puppet masters to guard the right wing."
"All refiners continue to refine replacement parts."
Han Muye looked at the distant mountains and said calmly: "I will bring them back."
The formation's pull has not yet been successful, and the eleven eighth-level weapon refiners have not returned yet.
Now that the tide of alien beasts is coming, it is impossible for an eighth-level weapon refiner to survive.
It was Han Muye who asked them to lead the formation, so naturally he had to bring them back.
After he finished speaking, his body flew out directly.
The God-Slaying War Puppet followed closely behind, covering his body with a suit of armor.
Puppet Master, Armor Master!
Unconsciously, everyone turned to look at He Yangsun, who was also controlling the battle puppet.
What is the relationship between this person and Senior Brother Han?
"Defense, wait for senior brother to return!" He Yang shouted in a low voice, then held a long knife in his hand and stood on the fortification.
Others quickly jumped into the fortifications.
A ball of golden flame in Feng Jiutian's hand also stood on the fortification.
He glanced at He Yang beside him.
He didn't believe that He Yang could compete with him without a battle puppet and a battle armor.
Ahead, Han Muye has found two weapon refiners.
"Brother, we're only a little bit away. I, I can't give up." A weapon refiner looked pale and growled through gritted teeth.
He pulled golden streams of light in his hands and ran quickly.
Above the sky, three black shadows swooped down.
Level nine alien beast!
Han Muye's eyes revealed murderous intent.
The God-Slaying War Puppet moved and slashed down with his long sword.
"Stab-"
Three level nine beasts, cut in two with one sword!
The blood spilled stained the surrounding world.
"Hurry up." Han Muye said calmly.
The two weapon refiners were stunned for a moment, then quickly led Liuguang towards the ridge of No. 14.
Han Muye glanced over and looked to the other side. A shadow had quietly fallen and pounced behind a weapon refiner.
He hummed, and a bolt of lightning struck out from his armor.
"boom--"
The body of a holy phantom cheetah appeared behind the weapon refiner who was pulling the power of the formation with all his strength, and then was wrapped in lightning and turned into nothing.
The weapon refiner turned around with a pale face and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Han Muye.
"Let's go." Han Muye raised his hand and pulled the formation over there.
After walking around for a while, Han Muye brought the eight weapon refiners and formations back to Ridge No. 14.
At this time, above the sky, the trial judges could no longer stop those strange beasts.
The overwhelming alien beasts broke through the battle net formed by the judges, and then rushed towards the mountains below.
"kill--"
Holding a long knife, He Yang and Sun Fei rushed towards the flying beast.
Feng Jiutian's eyes flashed with flames, and he rushed over.
He didn't believe that He Yang, without armor or puppets, could be stronger than him.
Below, Han Muye, who returned to the fortifications, turned his head, looked calm, looked at everyone, and said: "I will preside over the formation and leave the battle puppets to your control."