The bloodline power passed down from eternity is filled with power, making this world vast and far away.
All races are fighting, and all spirits are running rampant.
The remnants of ancient mythical beasts, each one is the overlord of one party.
There will be more powerful practitioners in later generations, and their cultivation methods will be even more powerful.
Those human qi-refiners who do not cultivate their bloodline, but only cultivate their Taoism, can use the power of heaven and earth to move, and their power is growing.
"My Golden Crow clan has been abandoned by Heaven..."
On the big bluestone, the old man sitting cross-legged showed helplessness and sadness on his face.
The aura on his body was filled with suppressed intensity and a hint of decay.
"Elder of the clan, the Golden Crow sun is still hanging high in the wilderness. Shouldn't our Golden Crow clan be the most glorious race in the world?" A tall young man about twenty years old raised his head, looked at the old man on the bluestone, and asked in a deep voice.
road.
The dozen or so young people around the young man raised their heads and looked at the high sun in the sky.
The sun is genial and extremely warm.
The scattered golden light seems to be able to illuminate people's hearts.
"The most glorious race in the world," the old man on the bluestone said with a complex expression, looking at the sun above his head, "Our Golden Crow clan has not had a descendant who has truly awakened to the magical power of blood for eight thousand years."
"The power of the Haotian Golden Crow has been weakened."
"With the rise of the human race, people from the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty are surrounding and killing our Golden Crow tribe."
"Han Jin, look at how many people there are in my Jinwu Hanshan Division now?"
These words made the young man named Han Jin look sad.
In just a thousand years, the Jinwu Hanshan Division has declined from 1,800 people to less than 500.
There are even fewer young people in the younger generation.
"Since the death of the clan leader, our Hanshan Division has——" Behind Han Jin, a young man with thick eyebrows didn't finish his words, he was busy and lowered his head.
A hundred years ago, the leader of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe fought against the strong men from the human race who came to hunt the tribe, and tried his best to protect the tribe, but he was seriously injured and died.
Without the strongest clan leader to guard them, the Hanshan tribe has been continuously oppressed by foreign tribes for hundreds of years.
Now, it has indeed reached the point of falling apart.
"Didn't the patriarch say that as long as the young patriarch comes out of seclusion, our Hanshan tribe will be able to revive." Han Jin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and shouted.
When they heard him talking about Young Patriarch, everyone looked at each other and said nothing.
The young clan leader was brought back from outside the clan on his way to seek medical treatment after the clan leader was seriously injured.
The young patriarch has Jinwu bloodline, but like everyone else, it is extremely thin.
At that time, the clan leader was seriously injured and could not recover. Despite everyone's opposition, he handed over the position of clan leader to the young clan leader named Han Muye.
Afterwards, the clan leader passed away due to injury, and the young clan leader took care of the funeral affairs. He didn't even hold a ceremony to inherit the clan leader's position, and just went into seclusion to practice.
This has been nearly a hundred years.
Matters within the clan are basically handled by clan elders Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe.
Today, the person teaching the younger generations of the clan how to practice on this big bluestone is Han Chaohu, the elder of the clan.
"boom--"
In the void ahead, there was a roaring and cracking sound.
Han Chaohu frowned and stood up.
"You continue to practice here, I'll go take a look."
Han Chaohu stepped down the bluestone in one step and crossed five feet away. He looked like a galloping tiger and left in an instant.
All the young people under the bluestone stood up and looked at the roaring sky with worried expressions.
"Are they from the Black Panther Lutang tribe again?" The young man next to Han Jin clenched his fists and said bitterly: "You are really bullying someone!"
The Black Panther Lutang Tribe is an ethnic group not far away from the Hanshan Tribe, and is the bloodline inheritance of the Black Panther Tribe.
The Black Panther Lutang tribe has a large number of people, with nearly 20,000 tribesmen, including many strong ones.
For decades, the Lutang Tribe has been oppressing the Jinwu Hanshan Tribe and occupied many of the Hanshan Tribe’s hunting grounds and medicinal fields.
"roll--"
The violent shouts of Han Chaohu came from the void, and then there were roars.
After a while, the roar slowly subsided.
Han Jin and others looked at each other, sighed and lowered their heads, and began to seize the time to practice.
A faint energy of energy surged through everyone's bodies.
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In a bluestone house, golden halos flashed.
A golden crow silhouette appeared behind Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged.
When entering the Great Wilderness Realm, Han Muye chose to merge with the golden crow bloodline he had obtained previously.
Regardless of whether it is Ba Xia, Kui Niu, or Dragon Crocodile, they are all powerful individuals, their bloodline power is vast, and their inheritance is difficult. There are not many ethnic groups in the wild world.
If you join these ethnic groups, it is difficult to borrow the power of the ethnic groups.
Moreover, with Han Muye's own weak bloodline strength, it would not be easy for him to grow up.
As for the human race, they don’t have much power in the wilderness.
Although there are many human races, they are scattered everywhere, and there is no inheritance of bloodline power. They are the lowest level of creatures in the Great Wasteland.
Judging from the memories of the treasures passed down in the Great Waste Realm obtained by Han Muye, the most suitable one is the Golden Crow ethnic group which has a very wide inheritance in the Ruin Realm and has the glory of the Great Sun.
But what I didn't expect was that when I entered the Ruins Realm, I discovered that the structure of the Great Wilderness Ruins Realm had changed drastically.
The inherited bloodlines of powerful divine beasts from all sides can still maintain their own transcendence, but the Golden Crow clan cannot awaken because of the inheritance, and many clans are ruined.
Instead, under the leadership of two powerful men, Emperor Wanhua Tiandi and Emperor Xuanyuan Qing, the human race called on the Qi Refiners to form the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty and Xuanyuan Immortal Kingdom.
Because Qing Emperor has the blood of mythical beasts, Xuanyuan Immortal Kingdom has a pretty good relationship with all the mythical beasts.
His country has inherited the art of alchemy and weapon refining, and is in harmony with all parties.
The Wanhua Immortal Dynasty has been relying on the recognition of the power of heaven and earth to kill divine beasts and conquer the alien ethnic groups in the wilderness.
Although the killings continue, the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty can use the power of heaven and earth to refine itself, and the strength of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty continues to increase.
Among these killings, the Golden Crow clan was the first to bear the brunt.
For hundreds of thousands of years, the Golden Crow tribe, which originally spread all over the wilderness, is no longer ten times what it was in its heyday.
In addition, the Golden Crow clan's bloodline is awakening less and less, there are fewer and fewer strong people, and they have less and less say in the wilderness.
Not much of the glory of that year remains.
"Buzz——"
Behind Han Muye, the shadow of the Golden Crow slowly turned from green gray to light red.
Dahuang's cultivation is extremely primitive, whether it is the power of blood or the inheritance of techniques, it is very simple.
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This Yuanling is a fusion of essence, energy and spirit, which is completely different from the Yuanshen transformed by the soul in later generations.
The first level of Yuanling is green-gray in color, and the physical strength of Qi, blood and body is approximately equivalent to the peak of human realm foundation building.
The second level of Yuan Ling manifests in red, and the power of Qi, blood and physical body has the combat power of the earth realm golden elixir.
The third level of Yuanling, the orange shadow, is considered a strong one among the small tribe in the wilderness, and has the combat power of the heaven realm.
But the third-level Yuanling is just a low-level Yuanling in the wilderness. Many races have awakened their bloodline inheritance and directly surpassed the third-level Yuanling.
Originally, when the Golden Crow clan's bloodline inheritance was awakened, they directly entered the fourth level of Yuanling. The yellow Yuanling revealed divine light and could defeat evil and delusion.
It's just that although there are many people in the Golden Crow clan who can achieve the fourth level of spiritual cultivation, it is not through bloodline awakening, but through other cultivation methods.
The fourth level of Yuanling is yellow, which is equivalent to the realm of human immortality.
The fifth level of Yuanling is green and has the combat power of the Earth Fairyland.
The sixth level of Yuanling, cyan, the realm of immortals.
Yuan Ling Seventh Layer Blue, Golden Immortal.
The eighth level of Yuanling is purple, Da Luo.
Yuan Ling Ninth Level, Silver, Immortal Lord.
The ninth level of Yuanling is not the end of Dahuang's cultivation. On the contrary, for many powerful ethnic groups, the ninth level of Yuanling is just the beginning.
The true body condenses on the ninth level of Yuanling and turns into a golden true spirit.
The true spirit is the truly powerful person in the wilderness.
According to Han Muye's understanding, the Great Wilderness True Spirit should have a combat power level equivalent to that of an Immortal Lord.
It's just that the realm of the Immortal Lord is the end of the calamity cultivation in later generations. In the wilderness, the true spirit is the beginning.
The true spirit undergoes nine transformations and merges with the sky to return to its ancestors.
"boom--"
Behind Han Muye, the phantom of the Golden Crow Yuanling changed from the first level of blue-grey, straight to the third level, to the fifth level, and finally to the seventh level of deep blue before it became stable.
There is only one trace left before you can enter the eighth level of Yuanling and condense the purple Yuanling.
In terms of cultivation alone, Han Muye at this time could already be considered a powerful Golden Immortal of the Golden Crow clan.
The bloodline of the Golden Crow clan is so powerful that the seventh-level Yuanling can already defeat the eighth-level Yuanling who are not inherited from divine beasts. Even the ninth-level Yuanling can also compete with it.
However, the current Han Muye is not enough to see the powerful true spirit.
But this was Han Muye entering the Great Wasteland Realm and raising his cultivation level to this level within a hundred years, which shows his talent for understanding.
The lifespan of the creatures in the wilderness is very long, a hundred years is just a snap, and many creatures cannot even reach the first level of Yuanling in a hundred years.
The dark blue golden crow turned into a blue-black hairpin and was inserted into the bun on his back. Han Muye closed his eyes slightly and looked inward at his divine treasure.
His Soul Sword and everything it brought into this world were sealed.
The power of the Great Desolate Ruins Realm is too tyrannical, so even if the body enters this realm, it cannot borrow any power.
Even those precious treasures and spiritual materials cannot be used.
Unless he can step into the realm of true spirit and form an alliance with the power of heaven and earth.
Of course, the practice methods and various methods in memory are unavoidable.
Except for the mark on his arm and the faint shadow of the golden sword, he was no different from the Golden Crow clan of the Great Wilderness.
His body is full of explosive power, he has a big sun and golden crow pattern on his forehead, and his eyes flash with the golden light of awakened bloodline.
Standing up, Han Muye's eyes glowed with golden light, shining like flames.
This is the power of the sun.
It is a clear proof of the awakening of the Golden Crow bloodline.
Stepping out of the bluestone house that he had not left for nearly a hundred years, Han Muye saw an empty and desolate place in front of him.
He sighed softly and looked at the mountains ahead.
Although he has not come out of seclusion for a hundred years, he is fully aware of the changes in his clan over the past hundred years.
Without strong men in charge, there are now only about 430 people left in the Jinwu Hanshan tribe.
The two strongest among them, clan elder Han Chaohu, are at the peak of the fourth level of Yuanling, but due to the depletion of bloodline power, they will almost never have the chance to step into the fifth level of Yuanling in this life.
Clan elder Han Yunhe's cultivation level is slightly lower than that of Han Chaohu, but there is still a slight possibility of improvement.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
Beyond the mountains, there was a roaring and crashing sound.
There was also the sound of the old man shouting out of breath.
Han Muye walked forward slowly and reached the top of the mountain to have a clear view of the fighting below.
Han Yunhe, the elder of the clan, was supported by two middle-aged clan members and stood at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by a group of clan members, old and young.
In front, a green golden crow appeared behind the Korean and Korean tigers, each punch and kick carrying the power of Yang Yang.
The person fighting him was an old man with a pale cyan cheetah silhouette behind his back. He was strong, leaping and leaping, and was very brave.
On the opposite side, there were more than a hundred Black Panthers with dignified auras on their bodies, and cheetah's virtual lines on their heads and faces.
Obviously, there are many powerful people on the other side, and not the Hanshan Golden Crow clan can resist them.
"Han Chaohu, you should admit defeat and give up the medicinal fields at the foot of Hanshan Mountain."
"You, the Golden Crow clan in Hanshan, only have this few people, so why do you need so many medicinal fields?"
"You can't awaken your bloodline. Planting spiritual herbs and practicing medicinal baths is a complete waste."
The old man who was fighting Han Chaohu was a sixth-level Yuanling and was slightly stronger than Han Chaohu. At this time, he kept shouting.
His words made the Golden Crow tribesmen under the mountains grit their teeth and stare.
Han Chaohu roared lowly, his boxing skills gradually losing their rhythm.
Han Muye shook his head.
The Hanshan Golden Crow Tribe is not a direct lineage among the Golden Crow clan, and its inheritance is extremely weak.
No matter in terms of bloodline or various methods of cultivation, there is no advantage.
If Han Chaohu awakened with the blood of the Golden Crow, he would be able to directly kill the opponent with one punch without using any punches.
"I won't give up any of the medicinal fields of Hanshan Department!"
Han Chaohu punched out and shouted loudly.
Behind him, the green Golden Crow shadow merged with the shadow of the fist, causing the power of heaven and earth to surge within three feet around him.
This punch, if it were in other worlds, could directly shatter thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but in the wilderness, it could only mobilize three feet of power.
This is the thickness and power of the wilderness.
"No?" The old man opposite gave a long laugh, with disdain on his face. He raised his hand and a green wooden staff appeared.
There was a green stream of light flashing on the wooden staff, and there were iron hoops made of gold and iron. In front of the ten-foot-long wooden staff, there was a green and black half-foot spear point.
This wooden staff and spear were clearly not ordinary objects. In the old man's hands, it caused the light blue Yuanling shadow behind him to turn into a black light and hit the shadow of Han Chaohu's fist hard.
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Han Chaohu was knocked back five feet away. The bluestone beneath his feet was shattered, his face turned red and white, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He clenched his teeth again and suppressed him tightly.
The green golden crow shadow behind him flashed, as if it was too worn out.
"Han Chaohu, didn't your Jinwu Hanshan tribe give up the medicinal fields in Dayan Mountain to the Yanshan Qingyang tribe?"
"Didn't you give the water of Fengze Lake to the Yunze Black Dragon Clan?"
"Didn't you give us the Sanyuan Mountain hunting ground of the Lutang Black Panther Clan six decades ago?"
With contempt on his face, the old man pointed the wooden stick and spear in his hand at the Korean tiger: "Give it up, your Hanshan tribe can survive for a while longer."
"Otherwise, today -"
"Otherwise, what about today?" A voice sounded in the void.
There was indifference and majesty in this voice.
This sound caused all the Golden Crow clan members to tremble and turn around.
"Young, Young Patriarch!" Han Jin, holding a gray-black wooden staff in his hand, shouted.
Han Yunhe, who was being supported by his tribe, raised his head and saw the golden light flashing in Han Muye's eyes, with surprise on his face: "Jue, jue——"
He didn't finish the rest of his words.
The old man of the Black Panther clan standing in front of Han Chaohu laughed loudly, pointing the wooden stick and spear in his hand at Han Muye on the top of the mountain: "Are you the young clan leader of the Hanshan tribe who has not been in seclusion for a hundred years?"
"It's a good time for you to come today. How about you hand over the hunting grounds and medicinal fields up and down the Hanshan Mountains to me, the Lutang Black Panther Clan, and I will guarantee that your Golden Crow Clan will be immortal for a hundred years?"
How about it?
The Golden Crow people all clenched their fists.
The medicinal fields and hunting grounds up and down the Hanshan Mountains were their last industries.
This is the foundation, how can we let it go?
But now that the other side is in a strong position, what can we do if we don’t give in?
"Han Jin, you and the young clan leader leave together." He backed away from the tribesmen around him, undressed, and said in a low voice: "The others will follow me to stop the enemy. We will fight with these Black Panthers."
Everyone around him nodded, and a shadow of a green-grey or light-red Golden Crow appeared on his body.
The Yuanlings of these Golden Crow tribesmen are dim. It is obvious that they have not awakened their bloodline power, or their awakened bloodline power is too weak.
Han Chaohu, who was standing in front, nodded.
He saw the golden light in the young patriarch's eyes.
This is a sign of bloodline awakening.
The young patriarch has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. As long as he is given time, the Hanshan tribe will have a chance to rise again.
Han Jingang was about to refuse, but Han Yunhe pressed his shoulder and whispered a few words.
"Jue——" Han Jin's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and nodded.
He turned around and ran towards the mountain.
He had only taken a few steps when Han Muye, who was standing on the mountain, had already moved, like a giant flying bird, spreading its wings and falling down.
Han Muye's speed was extremely fast, and he was at the side of Han Chaohu in a blink of an eye.
The golden light flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand and made a fist.
"Bang——"
A punch fell, sparkling with wind and thunder.
With a radius of ten feet, the power of heaven and earth surged.
Without stimulating the Yuanling, can you mobilize the power of the surrounding world?
The old man from the Black Panther clan opposite had a look of horror on his face. Seeing the golden divine light in Han Muye's eyes, he exclaimed: "You, you have awakened the Golden Crow bloodline——"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit in the chest by Han Muye's fist.
He only had time to block his chest with the wooden stick and spear in his hand.
Then, with a "click", the wooden staff and the spear were broken, the green-black spear tip flew away, and his body suddenly retreated several feet and fell to the ground.
With one punch, the old man at the sixth level of Yuanling was knocked away!
Under the mountains, everything was sluggish.
This young clan leader of the Jinwu Hanshan Tribe is so tyrannical!
"How dare you come to my Han Shan Department with this little ability?" Han Muye clasped his hands behind his back and snorted coldly.
He looked at the frightened old man and shouted in a deep voice: "Go back and tell your clan leader Lu Changlin to come to my Hanshan tribe in person and return all the properties he has occupied to my Hanshan tribe."
The golden light flashed in Han Muye's eyes, with an oppressive tone: "If not, the leader of this clan will go directly to your Lutang to ask for it back."
After saying that, he waved his hand: "Get out!"
A strong wind spanned more than ten feet and knocked the old man who was about to stand up to the ground. The Black Panthers behind him also seemed to be hit head-on by ferocious beasts, their auras vibrating and their blood boiling.
The expression of the old man from the Black Panther clan changed, he got up, looked at Han Muye, and stepped back unconsciously.
"Let's go." He shouted in a low voice until he was dozens of feet away, leading his people to turn around and run away.
"roll!"
"Go back to Lutang!"
There was a cheer at the foot of Hanshan Mountain.
The people of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, who had been oppressed so hard, roared excitedly.
Han Muye turned around and looked at Han Chaohu.
"Clan elder, thank you for your hard work."
After saying "Thank you for your hard work," Han Chaohu felt his heart shake and his eyes almost turned red.
"Hey, young patriarch, you shouldn't take action!" Han Yunhe, who was struggling, looked at Han Muye with helplessness on his face and shouted in a low voice.
Han Chaohu also nodded with regret.
They all saw the golden light in Han Muye's eyes.
This is a sign that the Golden Crow bloodline has been awakened.
How many years has it been since the entire Golden Crow clan had its bloodline awakened?
As long as the young patriarch of his family practices well, his future will be limitless.
But now that he has shown signs of awakening his bloodline in front of outsiders, I am afraid that other ethnic groups around the Hanshan tribe will attack him in groups.
No one will give their young patriarch a chance to grow up.
Don't worry, you two clan elders." Han Muye looked around, "I have been released from seclusion. I, the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, no longer need to swallow my anger."
After the words fell, a golden crow shadow appeared behind Han Muye.
This Golden Crow is different from the other Golden Crow shadows in the clan.
The golden crow shadows behind Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe are more than ten feet tall, and their feathers are clearly visible.
But the shadow of the golden crow behind Han Muye was three feet tall, with long feathers that glowed golden.
A golden stream of light emerged from the body of the three-foot golden crow, as if it were made of dark gold.
"The Golden Crow bloodline awakens!"
"The young patriarch has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline!"
Seeing this golden crow shadow, the tribesmen under Han Mountain all roared with excitement.
Many gray-haired old men had tears on their faces.
This is the glory that belongs to the Jinwu tribe!
The Golden Crow Sun has shone on the Great Wilderness for countless thousands of years. The bloodline of the Golden Crow clan should be the most noble bloodline in this world!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Han Muye's three-foot golden crow shadow appeared and the light of the golden sun shone, all the clan members felt the blood power surging throughout their bodies.
The silent bloodline shows signs of awakening!
Whether it was Han Jin or others, they all looked excited.
This is their power!
The power of the Golden Crow bloodline made them feel how powerful they were.
Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe looked at each other, sighed and stopped talking.
Han Muye had finally gathered the spirit of the clan, they couldn't just be wiped out.
Moreover, the young patriarch's bloodline awakening has been known to the Black Panther clan, and it is too late to hide it now even if he wants to.
"Let's go, let's talk about it back to the tribe." Han Chaohu said softly as he helped Han Yunhe up.
Half an hour later, after all the Golden Crow clan members were settled, Han Muye arrived at the hall where the clan held meetings.
It's said to be a hall, but it's just a big stone house.
Bluestone walls, bluestone tables and chairs, some animal bones and wooden sticks hanging on the walls for decoration, look rough and clumsy.
In the hall, apart from Han Muye, who was sitting at the head, and the clan elders Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe on both sides, there were only two clan masters at the fourth level of Yuanling, Han Yuncheng and Han Dingyi, left.
These five people are the five strongest in the Hanshan tribe now.
"Young clan leader, the strength of our Hanshan tribe is like this now. We have strong enemies everywhere. In my opinion, you should take the younger members of the clan to leave Hanshan first, and then come back in a hundred years." Han Yunhe introduced the situation in the clan, and then
Said in a low voice.
There are no masters inside, but powerful enemies outside.
In the current situation, the Han Shan tribe could not protect Han Muye who had awakened the power of his bloodline.
Only by letting Han Muye leave can the future of Han Shan Department be preserved.
Han Muye did not speak. He raised his hand and drew with his fingertips on the bluestone table in front of him, clearly delineating the distribution of the various forces surrounding Han Shan.
The mountains, rivers and swamps, which originally belonged to the Hanshan tribe of Jinwu, are now almost completely occupied.
"I will not leave."
Han Muye pressed his palms on the stone table in front of him, his eyes flashed with golden light, and the golden crow divine pattern on his forehead shone with light.
"These ethnic groups that have taken over my Jinwu Hanshan tribe's property must be returned to me one by one."
return?
What did Jinwu Hanshanbu give to others?
With less than 500 tribesmen left, what can the Hanshan tribe do in return?
Han Chaohu glanced at Han Yunhe, then took a breath and whispered: "Young patriarch, I don't know, what is your current level of cultivation?"
What realm can be achieved in a hundred years?
The third level of Yuanling?
Yuan Ling, fourth level?
Under the curious gazes of the four people in the hall, a halo began to flow above the Yuan Ling behind Han Muye.
Green gray.
red.
orange.
yellow.
green.
green.
blue!
The seventh level of Yuanling!
In the hall, the four Jinwu Hanshan tribesmen stared wide-eyed and trembled all over.
At the seventh level of Yuanling, the Golden Crow bloodline is awakened, and it is invincible within a radius of one hundred thousand miles!