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Chapter 453: Lin Yuan’s reputation (please subscribe)
Chapter 453: Lin Yuan’s reputation (please subscribe)
Chapter 453 Lin Yuan’s reputation (please subscribe)
?The moment when the incarnation enters the mysterious realm of Xuanhuang carrying all the most powerful weapons.
Lin Yuan knew it was done.
Even though the Sun Soul fell on the battlefield.
These most powerful weapons are completely his own, and those twelfth-level aliens cannot take them away.
"Next, there is one more thing that needs to be confirmed."
Lin Yuan's thoughts moved slightly and he came to the deepest part of the secret realm, which was also the safest place in the secret realm.
Whoosh!
The arrival of Taiyin Yuanshen also appeared here.
"Owner."
At this time, a six-armed figure appeared and bowed slightly towards Lin Yuan.
He appeared here because he was summoned by Lin Yuan.
"As the 'spirit' of this secret realm, you should be able to tell whether there are any traces of means left in these twelfth-level weapons, right?"
Lin Yuan looked at the six-armed figure, took out the space bracelet, and handed it over directly.
On the super large battlefield, more than 600 powerful weapons were harvested, all from the top ethnic groups, and there may be some means left.
In order to be sure, Lin Yuan would naturally check it carefully.
The six-armed figure is the 'spirit' of the Xuanhuang Secret Realm, and was originally created by His Majesty Xuanhuang. Although it is not strong, its perception of alien energy breaths is definitely better than Lin Yuan's.
"Let me take a look."
The six-armed figure took the space bracelet and, with the help of the power of the Xuanhuang Secret Realm, began to inspect the most powerful weapon inside the bracelet, inside and out.
"So many twelfth-level weapons?"
The six-armed figure was slightly shocked. These twelfth-level weapons were nothing in the Xuanhuang lineage in its heyday, but this was in the universe.
How did so many Tier 12 weapons fall into the hands of their masters?
The six-armed figure calmed down his thoughts, no longer thought about it, and immediately began to carefully examine each of the most powerful weapons.
After a while.
The six-armed figure handed the bracelet back and respectfully replied: "Master, there are no excess energy aura methods left on all twelfth-level weapons."
"knew."
Lin Yuan nodded.
In fact, if there are really 12th-level alien methods left in the most powerful weapons, the methods inside should have been activated like those clan-suppressing weapons when Lin Yuan took action to destroy those 11th-level aliens.
It has not been activated, indicating that there is a high probability that there is no backhand legacy.
Although Lin Yuan had already guessed this, he still let the six-armed figure check it before he felt reassured.
Lin Yuan still trusts the six-armed figure. Perhaps in terms of frontal combat ability, the six-armed figure is not as good as the twelfth-level figure.
But if the twelfth-level alien wants to leave any aura behind and avoid the inspection and perception of the six-armed figure, it is impossible to do so unless this twelfth-level master is a powerful person in the chaos realm.
As for the powerful people in the Chaos Realm, they are all peerless experts who traverse the Chaos Void. There is no possibility that a strong person in the Chaos Realm will be born within a cosmic era of the birth of the universe.
If there is a strong person from the Chaos Realm among the eleven peak ethnic groups, then there will be no such thing as human civilization. All life in the universe will have to submit to this strong person from the Chaos Realm.
"Go down."
Lin Yuan looked at the six-armed figure.
"yes."
The six-armed figure disappeared from the spot.
"These most powerful weapons are all placed here."
Lin Yuan came to the place where he kept other powerful weapons and twelve-star treasures, and placed the space bracelet in a corner.
Currently, Lin Yuan has no shortage of powerful weapons. In order to ensure the smooth operation of the super-large battlefield, Lin Yuan asked Taiyang Yuanshen to select a few suitable powerful weapons to bring with him.
For Lin Yuan, the worst result is that the Sun Soul falls on the battlefield and loses a few powerful weapons. This kind of loss is completely affordable.
After the death of the Sun Soul, Lin Yuan could easily condense it into the most powerful weapon? Before entering the super large battlefield, Lin Yuan had stocked up on more than thirty powerful weapons.
Super large battlefield.
Inside the Human Civilization Alliance war base.
Lin Yuan was sitting cross-legged in the control room, while Xuanyuan You and many other human civilization evolvers were standing below, reporting on the latest situation on the battlefield.
"Lord of the Galaxy Star, our Human Civilization Alliance and other powerful players have already occupied the Altar of Victory in the center of the battlefield. We only need to persist for a hundred years to successfully gain dominance in the first war."
Xuanyuan You said in a respectful tone.
At this moment, he completely regarded Lin Yuan as a high-ranking person above him, and he was still convinced without any unwillingness.
The same goes for the other eleventh-level perfect evolvers on the field.
What a joke, the scene of the Galaxy Star Lord crushing tens of thousands of eleventh-level aliens with just a single move is still swirling in the minds of all human evolvers.
In the Galaxy Star Lord, they vaguely sensed that it was similar to the strongest person who regarded the eleventh level as an ant.
"Altar of Victory." Lin Yuan opened his eyes with deep eyes.
The development situation of a normal war is that after the twelve peak ethnic groups experience fierce fighting, a winner will be born, and then this winner will occupy the altar of victory.
To meet the counterattack of other peak ethnic groups, they only need to continue to occupy the altar of victory in the next hundred years to declare the end of the first large-scale battlefield and perhaps the dominance of the war in this war.
Of course, this is the most ideal state. In fact, most ethnic groups cannot successfully occupy the Victory Altar for a hundred years. Once the Victory Altar is captured by other ethnic groups, even if it is recaptured, the occupation time needs to be calculated from scratch.
Therefore, a large-scale war can theoretically end in as little as a hundred years, but in fact, it lasts for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years. The battlefield altar continues to swing between the forces of several peak ethnic groups, which is normal.
"I will go to the Altar of Victory and sit there."
Lin Yuan said that the length of time the Victory Altar is occupied is related to whether the war can end. Naturally, Lin Yuan needs to be personally in charge to ensure that the defense there is the strongest.
After being reminded by the most powerful Xia Qin, Lin Yuan knew that the other eleven peak ethnic groups would not give up so easily.
Whether it was for the dominance of the first war, or for the hundreds of powerful weapons that fell into Lin Yuan's hands.
In fact, for the peak ethnic groups, the latter is more important. If they lose the dominance of the first war, they will certainly lose part of their territory, but as long as they regain the dominance of the war in the future, the territory will come back.
But losing the most powerful weapon? There is a high probability that there will be no return. This is not one or two powerful weapons, but hundreds of powerful weapons.
After reporting everything, Xuanyuan You and many other human evolvers left respectfully.
"Altar of Victory." Lin Yuan looked towards the direction of the Altar of Victory. There was an inexplicable aura faintly exuding there, allowing him to easily locate the specific location.
The appearance of the Altar of Victory was originally intended to intensify the fighting competition between the major peak ethnic groups.
"I don't know what means those twelfth-level aliens plan to use against me."
Lin Yuan's mentality was extremely relaxed. After all, all the most powerful weapons had been sent to the Xuanhuang Secret Realm. No matter how bad the situation was next, Lin Yuan would still make a lot of money.
The guaranteed harvest has been determined.
Yu clan territory.
In a hidden place, there is a vast and vast world, and in the center of the world stands a tall building. The building is in the shape of a palace, extremely majestic, and the aura of the birth of the universe fills the air.
In front of the palace, a figure suddenly appeared.
The figure walked into the palace and bowed respectfully to the majestic figure sitting high in the palace: "Meet the Emperor."
The twelfth-level ultimate in the Yu clan is also called the ‘Emperor’, which means supreme.
"Get up."
"How do you feel about that Galaxy Star Lord?" the 'Emperor' sitting high up in the palace asked, overlooking the figure below.
This figure is the eleventh-level strongest of the Yu clan, named Fan Gaomo. He is holding a clan-suppressing weapon of the Yu clan. He is currently hiding in the corner of the battlefield, always alert to the Galaxy Star Lord.
"Your Majesty, Galaxy Star Lord is too powerful. Even if I forcefully activate the clan's weapons, I still feel far from able to fight against him."
Fan Gaomo whispered, with a hint of despair in his tone.
As the earliest ethnic group born at the beginning of the universe, the Yu Clan is extremely proud even if it split from the Universe Clan. Except for the Jie Clan, which can make them take a high look, the Yu Clan's strong men all have the ability to look at other peak ethnic groups that will rise later. Some kind of overlooking gesture.
But Galaxy Star Lord made Fan Gaomo deeply realize how ridiculous the Yu Clan bloodline that he was proud of was in the face of absolute strength.
"The Galaxy Star Lord is indeed powerful. Even if you bring in the ultimate foundation of human civilization, the strength and mental effort required to activate it is not something you can achieve."
The 'Emperor' of the Yu Clan nodded slightly, and then changed the topic, "But no matter how powerful it is, after all, it is only an eleventh-level life, and it can still be dealt with."
"Emperor, you have a plan."
Fan Gaomo's heart moved slightly, and he raised his head to look up at the towering figure.
"You go to our clan's treasure house, take my order, and take away treasure No. 84."
The 'Emperor' of the Yu Clan spoke in a calm tone, after discussing and communicating with the twelfth-level ultimate beings of the eleven peak ethnic groups.
In the next hundred years, all the eleven peak ethnic groups must unite to kill the clone of the Galaxy Star Lord as much as possible and take back all the most powerful weapons.
The Yu clan used treasure No. 84 in their own treasury, and other peak clan forces also used treasures of the same level, with the purpose of dealing with the Galaxy Star Lord.
"Treasure No. 84?"
Fan Gaomo took a breath. Although treasure No. 84 is not a Zhen clan weapon, its instant burst of power exceeds that of Zhen clan weapons.
The weapons of the Zhen clan have a very high upper limit and are very effective against the ultimate beings of the twelfth level, but treasure No. 84 can sweep away any existence below the twelfth level.
Even the twelfth-level ultimate needs to be treated with caution in front of treasure number 84.
"Go down."
The ‘Emperor’ of the Yu Clan waved his hand and said no more.
The next moment, Fan Gaomo was immediately moved outside the palace.
"Treasure No. 84."
Fan Gaomo was in high spirits, and the huge pressure caused by Galaxy Star Lord on him had dissipated a lot.
(End of chapter)