Han Qi is a seven-headed dragon-carved beast with powerful physical strength.

Xiang Lingshuang has the bloodline of the ancient sacred elephant in the town, and her physical strength is unparalleled.

This time Han Muye brought them here because of their physical strength.

As for the golden fire, it is the body of the phoenix, a simply immortal existence.

The other Feng Lao and Zhu Lao are both physically powerful.

Whether in the God Realm or in the void, the power of heaven and earth is difficult to borrow, and even suppressed, but they, the physically powerful, are not affected at all.

"boom--"

The spear was chopped off by Xiang Lingshuang's double swords.

Jin Huo raised his hand and a ball of golden flame flew up and enveloped a god general wearing golden armor in the distance.

Not far away, rays of divine light soared into the sky and rolled in.

Bai Tu and others shouted low, activated the power of the sword array behind them, and flew up.

What about the gods?

Come here today to kill the gods!

Lines of blood flashed, and divinity flew away.

The sword light swept across, killing the gods in less than a hundred breaths.

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

The feeling of killing gods in the divine world is really great for improving one's xinxing.

No matter it was Han Qi or Xiang Lingshuang, they both had a trace of evil aura about them.

Feng Lao and Zhu Lao still had some confusion on their faces.

Did he actually kill the Gods just now?

This is a superior clan of gods...

Han Muye glanced around and saw a lot of auras in his eyes.

There are strong and weak, but there is no real master.

These protoss still don't know the specific location of the teleportation array, so they can only spread it around, and it's not very powerful.

"Walk."

Han Muye's figure moved, causing the aura on everyone's bodies to be pulled, and they flew away into the distance.

He did not directly look for a passage to the Dripping Blood Cliff, but instead led a divine light into a flying boat, carrying everyone away in the sky.

The teleportation place to Dripping Blood Cliff is not that easy to get to.

Besides, since I came to the God Realm, I had to do something.

After a moment, countless divine lights descended.

"Where are those people who smuggled themselves from the fairy world?" An old man wearing heavy armor said in a low voice with a gloomy face.

The others looked at each other and cast several spells, but could not find any information about Han Muye and the others.

Han Muye used the treasures exchanged in the Immortal Burial City to cover everyone's aura.

There are also treasures among them, making everyone look shimmering with divine light, no different from the gods.

"Hmph, more than a hundred years ago, these people who smuggled into the immortal world destroyed our million-strong Chengyue Sect's army, killed Elder Cao Zhang's legitimate son, and made the elder furious. If we can't catch them this time, none of us will have a good life."

The heavily armored old man snorted coldly and reached out to grab a glimmer of divine light in the void.

"They went to the Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect."

The divine light shone like a flying boat crossing the sky.

"Xuanjia Sect?"

"They dare to provoke our Chengyue Sect without solving their own troubles?" an old man with a black beard shouted.

"Let's go to Xuanjia Sect."

A group of gods triggered the escape light and chased towards Xuanjia Sect.

It's just that the flying boat in Han Muye's hand is clearly a valuable treasure, and it can fly very fast.

In less than half a day, he had already traveled countless miles and arrived at the Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect.

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

He looked up and saw that the aura of luck above his head had also changed, turning into a thin layer.

This treasure, which I bought for 10,000 divine crystals, is really good.

Asking Bai Tu and the others to hide and wait here, Han Muye carried Xiang Lingshuang, Han Qi, Jin Huo and the others to the Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect in a swaggering manner.

After more than a hundred years, Xuanjia Weapon Refining Sect still has traces of being attacked by the Zhiyan Sect last time.

There are still traces of flames on many city walls.

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

In Han Muye's mind, the suppressed Five Elements Divine Furnace seemed to shake a few times and then returned to calm.

"What do you need, fellow Taoists?"

At the door, attentive Xuanjia Sect disciples came to greet him.

This time, I am more diligent than a hundred years ago.

There is no way, the Xuanjia Sect is now more difficult than before.

Ever since they were tricked by the Zhiyanmen and Chengyuezong, they have tightened their belts and lived a life of peace.

Moreover, after Han Muye asked the Immortal Burial City to deliberately lower prices and cut off transactions from time to time, Xuanjia Sect's transactions became even more bleak.

Recently, Tianling Sect and Zhiyan Sect have been suppressing them intentionally or unintentionally. The disciples of Xuanjia Sect have no choice but to find their own business.

"I need to buy your Xuanjia Sect's war puppet."

Han Muye raised his hand and shook a few divine crystals, making the low-level disciples who received him look happy.

Hearing Han Muye say that he wanted to buy a war puppet, the disciple's eyes lit up.

Even low-level war puppets are not cheap.

Xuanjia Sect's business once relied on war puppets and war armors.

Han Muye and the others were led to a large hall, where deacons and elders had already come out to receive them.

"What level of battle puppet do you want, fellow Taoist? How many do you need?" The white-bearded Taoist wearing a blue-grey robe looked at Han Muye with a smile.

The Taoist's name is Zhenren Que Ke. His cultivation level is not high, but he is in the realm of immortals refining the void.

But he was very accurate in reading people. With the powerful monsters following Han Muye, his identity must be extraordinary.

Moreover, those who like to control monsters must also like powerful battle puppets.

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

"As long as your combat power is about the same as theirs."

After hearing his words, the two of them stood forward, their bodies boiling with blood.

The smile on Master Que Ke's face became even wider: "My fellow Taoist, I don't know, but our Xuanjia Sect has three kinds of war puppets: Heaven, Earth, Xuanshen."

"The formation of earth-level war puppets can resist the heavenly beings."

"That kind of war puppet is usually used to defend the city. It has average combat power and poor spirituality."

Han Muye knew that there were many such war puppets in his Immortal Burial City.

Last time, Wuzhiqi helped him collect one million war puppets and merged them into the God-Slaying War Puppet.

"The second type of heaven-level war puppet has extremely strong combat power and can be used to fight through ordinary refining."

His eyes fell on Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang. Master Que Ke said with a smile: "How about I bring two heaven-level war puppets over and let fellow Taoists verify it?"

"Okay, let's try it and see if it's as strong as the real person said." Han Muye nodded and raised his hand to throw out a small storage bag.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I know the rules of your Xuanjia Sect. I will pay for the divine crystals consumed in testing the war puppets."

Hearing his words, Master Que Ke laughed loudly and took the storage bag containing hundreds of divine crystals.

After receiving the divine crystal, Taoist Que Ke raised his hand and emitted a divine light.

After a while, two fiery red war puppets came running from a distance.

He is nearly ten feet tall and is covered in iron armor.

This war puppet looks very solid.

Han Muye waved his hand, and Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang strode out of the hall.

"drink!"
To be continued...