"Things above level nine cannot be used."

"This is a trial rule."

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.
To be continued...