Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1357 Four Million Divine Crystals, Two God-Slaying Battle Puppets

Han Qi was a seven-headed dragon sculpture beast with powerful physical strength.

Xiang Lingshuang had the bloodline of the ancient domain-suppressing divine elephant, and her physical strength was also overwhelming.

This time, Han Muye brought them here because he valued their physical strength.

As for the golden flame, it had the body of a phoenix and was simply an undying existence.

Old Feng and Old Zhu were both physically strong.

Whether it was in the Divine Realm or the void, the power of heaven and earth was difficult to borrow and even suppressed. Physical body experts like them were not affected at all.

"Boom—"

The spear was sent flying by Xiang Lingshuang's two swords.

Jin Huo raised his hand and waved. A ball of golden flames flew up and enveloped a God General in golden armor in the distance.

Not far away, beams of divine light soared into the sky and surged over.

Bai Tu and the others roared and activated the power of the sword formation behind them, flying away.

So what if they were from the God Clan?

Today, he was here to slay a god!

Streaks of blood-colored light flashed, and divinity scattered.

The sword light swept across, and in less than a hundred breaths, it dispersed the God clan.

When everyone returned, their faces were filled with excitement and smiles.

The feeling of killing a god in the Divine Realm was too great an improvement to one's temperament.

Regardless of whether it was Han Qi or Xiang Lingshuang, their bodies emitted traces of murderous aura.

Elder Feng and Elder Zhu were still at a loss.

Had he just killed the Protoss?

This was the high and mighty Protoss…

Han Muye glanced around and saw auras in his eyes.

Some strong, some weak, but no true masters among them.

These gods still didn't know the exact location of this teleportation array, so they were scattered around with relatively weak forces.

"Let's go."

Han Muye moved, and the auras of the people pulled together, flying towards the distance.

He didn't immediately search for the passage to Dripping Blood Cliff but instead turned a divine light into a flying ship to carry everyone away.

Reaching the teleportation site to Dripping Blood Cliff was not so easy.

Moreover, since they had come to the divine realm, they had to do something.

After a while, numerous divine lights descended.

"Where are those beings who illegally crossed over from the immortal realm?" a senior wearing heavy armor asked with a grim expression.

Others looked at each other and cast several spells, but they couldn't detect any trace of Han Muye and his group.

Using treasures obtained in the Immortal Burial City, Han Muye concealed everyone's aura.

In fact, there was an item that made them all appear to be enveloped in divine light, indistinguishable from the God clan.

"Hmph, more than a hundred years ago, these people from the Immortal World destroyed my Chengyue Sect's million-strong army and killed Elder Cao Zhang's legitimate son, infuriating the Elder. If we still can't catch them this time, none of us will have a good life."

The armored senior snorted and reached into the void to grasp a strand of divine light.

"They're heading towards the Black Armor Weapon Refining Sect."

In the divine light, a flying ship streaked across the sky.

"Black Armor Sect?"

"They caused trouble and dared to provoke our Chengyue Sect even when they couldn't handle their own affairs?!" a black-bearded elder snorted.

"Let's go, we'll head to the Black Armor Sect."

A group of gods activated their escape lights and pursued the Black Armor Sect.

However, the flying ship in Han Muye's hand was clearly a valuable item, and it had an extremely fast flight speed.

In just half a day, it had already crossed countless miles and arrived at the Black Armor Weapon Refining Sect.

After landing on the flying ship, Han Muye covered his face with a golden mask and instantly changed his aura.

He looked up, and the aura of fortune above his head also changed, becoming much thinner.

This item he had bought for 10,000 divine crystals was indeed excellent.

He had Bai Tu and the others hide here while he took Xiang Lingshuang, Han Qi, and Golden Fire to the Black Armor Weapon Refining Sect in a swaggering manner.

After more than a hundred years, the Black Armor Weapon Refinement Sect still bore the marks of the last time they were visited by the Flame Weaving Sect.

Many walls still had scorched marks from flames.

The place where the Five Elements Divine Furnace had been destroyed was still empty.

In Han Muye's mind, the suppressed Five Elements Divine Furnace seemed to tremble a few times before returning to tranquility.

"Do you have any specific needs, my fellow cultivators?"

A courteous disciple of the Black Armor Sect welcomed them at the entrance.

This time, they were even more courteous than a hundred years ago.

There was no choice; the Black Armor Sect was in a more difficult situation now.

After being jointly deceived by the Flame Weaving Sect and the Chengyue Sect, they were all struggling to make ends meet.

Furthermore, Han Mu Ye had intentionally pushed for lower prices in transactions with the Immortal Burial City, and the Black Armor Sect's business was even worse.

Recently, the Heavenly Spirit Sect and the Flame Weaving Sect had been suppressing them intentionally or unintentionally, and disciples of the Black Armor Sect had to find their own means of making a living.

"I need to purchase battle puppets from your Black Armor Sect."

Han Muye waved his hand, tossing a few divine crystals, which made the welcoming low-level disciple's face light up.

Hearing that Han Muye wanted to buy war puppets, the disciple's eyes brightened.

Even the lower-level battle puppets were not cheap.

The Black Armor Sect's business once relied on battle puppets and armor.

Han Muye and his group were led to a grand hall, where a steward elder came out to receive them.

"Fellow Daoist, what level of battle puppets do you want? How many do you need?" The white-bearded old Daoist in the greenish-gray robe smiled at Han Muye.

The Daoist's name was Daoist Que Ke. His cultivation level was not high, but he was only at the Void Refinement Realm of the Heaven Immortal Realm.

However, he was very perceptive and, judging by the formidable demon beasts accompanying Han Muye, he knew their identities were extraordinary.

Moreover, those who enjoyed commanding demon beasts would naturally appreciate powerful battle puppets.

Han Muye turned around and looked at Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang.

"Battle puppets with strength similar to theirs will do."

Hearing his words, the two stepped forward, and their vital energy surged.

The smile on Daoist Que Ke's face widened. "Fellow Daoist, you don't know, but my Black Armor Sect has three types of battle puppets, the Heaven, Earth, and Mystic God."