631, Big Sun Golden Crow Sky-breaking Fist, True Spiritual Bone
A faint golden crow shadow appeared, condensed into a ball of dark golden flames, and then punched out, then exploded about ten feet in front of Han Muye.
The dark golden flame raged, burning the entire sky and earth within a foot radius.
Visible to the naked eye, the sky and the earth seemed to be penetrated, with invisible ripples rippling around and the howling wind blowing.
How powerful is this punch?
"Do I, Han Shanbu, have such a boxing technique?"
Han Yunhe murmured.
Han Chaohu thought about it and shook his head.
There are only a few sets of martial arts and boxing skills in the clan, and he has practiced them all.
So, is this the young patriarch’s own inheritance?
"This boxing technique is the four sets of boxing techniques in my fusion clan, turned into one set, with stronger power."
Han Muye slowly withdrew his fist, turned around and looked at the surrounding tribesmen, then looked at Han Chaohu and the others: "I name this fist the Great Sun Golden Crow Breaking Heaven Fist."
Sky-shattering fist?
It is formed by merging four sets of martial arts from the clan?
Han Chaohu looked at Han Muye blankly and asked with some confusion: "Young Patriarch, when did you create this boxing technique?"
The young patriarch has been in seclusion, when will he have time to create boxing techniques?
"Oh, I watched the clan's boxing skills last night and felt that those inheritances are too ancient and not suitable for today's Taoism."
"So I re-integrated my boxing skills and transformed them into these twelve styles of Heaven-breaking Fist."
Han Muye's words made Han Chaohu and others stunned.
Did you watch the boxing technique last night and then created a new boxing technique?
is it possible?
What level of understanding do you have to achieve this level?
"It's impossible. To create a new boxing technique, you need to master the boxing techniques. The young patriarch has only seen those four sets of boxing techniques. How can he create a new boxing technique..." Han Yunhe whispered softly.
It's not that he doesn't want to believe Han Muye.
It was Han Muye's words that overturned the common sense of spiritual practice.
He probably understood that the young patriarch wanted to win people's hearts.
But there is no need to brag like this.
This damages the image of the young patriarch.
Maybe you are still young and your mind is not stable enough?
"What, you don't believe it?" Han Muye chuckled, and then his aura slowly changed.
"Watch it!"
He flew up and punched forward. His body was like a flying swallow, and his punches were like a dragon.
This punch, moving forward, seemed to trigger the power of heaven and earth to follow it, turning into a big sun and crashing towards the front.
"Soaring Fist, White Rainbow Pierces the Sun!"
Han Jin stared and exclaimed.
He is very skilled in practicing this pose.
But the fist style of the young patriarch in front of him completely exceeded his understanding.
The power of this punch has actually triggered the power of heaven and earth.
Isn't Soaring Fist the simplest boxing technique among the clan to strengthen the body?
Different boxing techniques and different boxing styles are interspersed with each other and can be used at your fingertips.
Every move can activate the power of heaven and earth, turning it into a trembling shadow of the golden crow.
The bursting flames and roaring sounds echoed throughout the countryside.
"Is there really someone with such talent for cultivation in the world..." Han Zhi walked out of the stone house with a look of confusion on his face. He looked at Han Muye's boxing skills and murmured in his mouth.
The boxing skills displayed by Han Muye have become extremely proficient and have reached the level of mastery.
A punch or a kick, all at your fingertips.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to imagine that this was accomplished overnight?
Han Muye's boxing techniques slowly evolved from the four sets of Han Shan's inherited boxing techniques to the twelve-style Heaven-breaking Fist.
One punch and one move, shattering the sky and the earth.
Until he stopped his fists and kicks, the power of the Great Sun and Golden Crow exploded in front of him, triggering a vibrating and roaring sound from the origin of heaven and earth.
Those scattered original powers are swaying freely, like wild horses running wild.
"Do you understand?" Han Muye turned to look at Han Jin and the others.
Do you understand?
Everyone nodded.
Got it.
These twelve styles of Heaven-breaking Fist are indeed evolved and integrated from those four sets of boxing techniques.
"Then, come and see if you guys practice?" Han Muye looked at everyone.
Come and see if you practice?
Everyone shook their heads quickly.
Just because you understand how boxing comes about doesn't mean you understand boxing.
No one understands this kind of fierce and fierce boxing skills.
Han Muye shook his head and slowly stood up straight.
"Come quickly."
He gave a low drink.
Han Chaohu and others looked at each other, quickly stepped forward and stood behind him.
Han Muye raised his hand and clenched his fist. Then he lowered his waist and pressed his fist.
"The first form of the Sky-Breaking Fist is to use the Golden Crow in the sky. This form uses the power of one's own soul to gather the body and use the body as the sun..."
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Five hundred miles away from Hanshan Mountain, there is a flat beach covered with weeds.
There are low wooden houses scattered everywhere, as well as various Black Panther tribesmen wearing gray-brown leather robes.
This is where the Lutang Black Panther tribe lives.
Lutang is this land and water tidal flat that stretches for dozens of miles.
The water and grass here are luxuriant most of the time, and are only depressed during severe winters. It is a good place for ethnic groups to station.
There are nearly 20,000 members of the Lutang Black Panther Clan, scattered in three settlements.
They are the upper pond, the middle pond and the lower pond.
At this time, the old man who had led the team to the Hanshan tribe to ask for medicine fields but was frightened by Han Muye and sent back was stationed in Zhongtang, standing in front of a middle-aged man in black robes.
"Elder Guji, are you saying that the young patriarch of the Golden Crow Hanshan tribe has awakened the power of the Golden Crow bloodline?" The big man has a majestic figure, and the lines of his body under his clothes show the power of explosions.
He looked at the old man who lowered his head to report, and there was a faint silver light shining between his eyes.
The Black Panther clan elder named Gu Ji nodded with lingering fear.
Han Muye's previous punch almost damaged his bloodline.
The big man in front of him is Lu Changshan, the brother of the leader of the Lutang Black Panther Clan.
This nominal elder in the clan has reached the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling.
But Lu Changshan has awakened the Black Panther bloodline, and his strength is not comparable to that of ancient times.
Lu Changshan, who is both at the sixth level of Yuanling and has awakened the power of his bloodline and reached the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling, does not need hundreds of moves to defeat Guji.
"The Golden Crow bloodline has awakened, and the entire Golden Crow clan has not had it for thousands of years, right?" Lu Changshan's eyes flashed, he clenched his fists, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"I have been stuck at the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling for hundreds of years. If I can nourish Yuanling with the Qi and blood of the Golden Crow's awakened bloodline, then I am sure to break through the bottleneck."
Golden Crow blood warms and nourishes Yuanling?
Gu Ji was shocked and looked up at Lu Changshan.
In the wilderness, using superior bloodline power to warm and nourish Yuanling is indeed a practice method that can break through the realm while improving one's own bloodline power.
But such methods are forbidden by all the tribes in the wilderness and even by the mythical beasts.
Those who break through by such means will be hunted down by all sides.
"Don't worry, this elder will quietly hunt down the young clan leader of the Golden Crow clan." Lu Changshan seemed to have understood what Gu Ji was thinking. He lowered his head slightly, looked at him, and said with a chuckle.
Go quietly?
Gu Ji looked troubled: "Elder Changshan, this matter needs to be reported to the clan leader——"
Lu Changshan raised his hand to interrupt Gu Ji's words. He stared at Gu Ji with silver light shining in his eyes: "Elder Gu Ji, do me a favor and report this matter to my elder brother after three days."
Stretching out his hand, he patted Gu Ji on the shoulder: "If I break through and add the awakened bloodline power, I will be the eldest brother and will not be my opponent."
Lu Changshan stared into Gu Ji's eyes.
Gu Ji trembled all over, lowered his head and said nothing.
Although what Lu Changshan said was outrageous, it was true.
Once he breaks through to the seventh level of Yuanling realm, he can really defeat the clan leader Lu Changlin.
"Okay, three days..."
Looking up, Lu Changshan was already running away with an eight-foot-long black spear on his back.
Lu Changshan went straight to Hanshan without taking anyone with him.
With his combat power, he can completely crush the entire Hanshan tribe. It is not difficult to kill the Hanshan tribe, which only has more than 400 people.
When we arrived at the foot of Hanshan Mountain, we saw Han Chaohu, the elder of the Hanshan tribe, and several young people from a distance, surrounded by a young man wearing a linen robe, with his hair tied up with a blue-black hairpin.
A group of people went to the mountains and forests.
Obviously, they are going hunting.
This is good, it saves a lot of time.
If we were to kill their young clan leader directly in the Hanshan tribe, it would always take some time and effort.
Quietly following Han Muye's team, he slowly approached with the help of the unique concealment method of the Black Panther clan's bloodline power.
Just wait for the right moment to strike with thunder.
There are thirteen people in the hunting team.
In addition to Han Muye and Han Chaohu, there are also young juniors such as Han Dingyi and Han Jin.
They are all strong men of the younger generation in the clan.
Four of them had long-handled wooden swords given by Han Muye.
Today in the square, they were the fastest in practicing the Heavenly Fist, and they were selected by Han Muye, and they went hunting with him.
It was said to be hunting, but Han Muye was not in a hurry.
He bent down from time to time to collect some elixirs and put them in the baskets carried by Han Jin and the other two young men.
The good elixirs of these years can be used to refine elixirs.
It is a pity that the elixirs grown in the only remaining medicinal field in the clan are all used in exchange for spiritual elixirs for cultivation materials, and are of little use to the Golden Crow clan.
Eighty thousand miles away in Huyue Ridge, there is a trading place for various ethnic groups. There are business groups that come to buy elixirs, and many ethnic groups plant them according to the requirements of those business groups.
Two hundred years ago, the Hanshan tribe exchanged elixirs from the medicine fields for a war spear and some bathing decoctions for the tribe's health.
It's just that the war spear was in the hands of the clan leader Han Qi and broke during the battle with the strong human race.
"Roar--"
A beast roar came from the forest ahead.
Han Jin and others showed joy on their faces and rushed over with long-handled swords.
The Korean and Korean tigers at the front were the fastest and crossed the mountain in a few steps.
Looking at the people rushing out in a swarm, Han Muye couldn't help but shake his head.
When he reached the mountain ridge, he saw a crowd surrounding a black antelope with a body over eight feet long and ten feet tall, with four feet on the snow and two pointed horns, waving weapons in their hands.
This antelope is extremely fast, and a kick can knock back the Golden Crow people who are wielding weapons.
The three-foot-long sharp corner collided with the wooden stick in Han Chaohu's hand.
"Bang——"
The wooden stick in Han Chaohu's hand broke into two pieces.
What a hard horn!
In the wilderness, the fighting power of these beasts is truly powerful.
Han Muye could tell that this black antelope had gathered the power of Yuanling, and its strength was no less than the fourth level of Yuanling.
With the help of its body strength and bloodline characteristics, this black antelope can still rush and move even if it is surrounded by the Golden Crow tribe.
"Han Zhengyang stepped back three feet and let Han Chi take action to suppress the antelope's retreat space."
Han Muye shouted loudly.
In my hand, I was holding a spear with a sharp bluestone blade attached to it. A young man named Han Zhengyang hurriedly stepped back.
The young man holding the long wooden sword beside him took a step forward and raised the wooden sword.
"when--"
The black antelope happened to fly down, and its front hoof collided with the long-handled wooden sword.
Han Chi retreated uncontrollably, and the black antelope was also shaken and slowed down.
"Han Jin stepped forward ten feet and blocked the left side."
"As soon as Han Ding took action, he suppressed his chance to retreat."
Han Muye's voice came again.
Han Jin, who already admired Han Muye so much, did not hesitate, stepped forward and stabbed out with the long-handled wooden sword in his hand.
"Stab-"
The blackantelope, which was about to break out from the left side, had a bloody gash on its front leg.
A wooden sword is also a sword.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Chaohu, who had a broken wooden stick in his hand, threw the wooden stick away, stepped forward, and punched out.
It is the move of Breaking the Sky Fist that I just learned today.
The fist shadow carried a golden crow shadow, turned into a dark golden ball of light, and hit the black antelope's chest.
"Bang——"
The black antelope staggered, its hooves became weak, and fell to the ground.
The crowd rushed forward, punching and kicking him.
By the time they dispersed, the black antelope was already dead.
The dead can no longer die.
Han Muye couldn't help but shake his head.
Killed like this, this black antelope lost a lot of its energy and blood, which was a pity.
However, Han Jin and the others were very enthusiastic.
This black antelope would not have been hunted normally.
Such fast and powerful beasts cannot be hunted by the group for several years.
This powerful beast is rich in energy and blood, which is a great tonic for spiritual practice.
Several young men stepped forward to bleed. Han Chaohu took a leather bag to catch the hot blood, and everyone started drinking it.
"Young Patriarch, this blood is so full of vitality!" Han Dingyi grinned as he handed the leather bag to Han Muye, and blood drops rolled down from the corners of his mouth.
Han Muye waved his hand but did not take the leather bag.
To him, the energy and blood of such beasts were of no use at all.
"You guys stay here for half an hour to refine your energy and blood." Han Muye reached out and patted Han Dingyi's shoulder, then turned to look around.
"I'll go over there and have a look."
He pointed to the dense forest on one side.
Han Dingyi hesitated and nodded.
For the Dahuang ethnic group, even a powerful ethnic group and a powerful race do not dare to go too deep into the mountains and forests.
Who knows where ancient mythical beasts live in the mountains and forests?
Sometimes, an entire mountain may be transformed into a strange beast that has been sleeping for countless years.
Fortunately, the young patriarch of his family has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline and has the seventh level of Yuanling cultivation. As long as he does not encounter extremely powerful divine beasts, he will not be in danger in this mountain forest.
There shouldn't be that kind of mythical beast within thousands of miles around Hanshan.
Han Muye walked straight into the forest and walked quickly.
He didn't stop until he was in front of a lake with a radius of half a mile more than thirty miles away.
There are many wild animals scattered around the lake.
They are all no weaker than the black antelope before.
Among them are powerful and strange beasts that are about three feet tall, with majestic heads and faces, and whose aura is full of evil.
The spiritual cultivation level of this alien beast should have reached the fifth level.
Beyond the lake, there are endless mountains and forests ahead.
The wilderness should be the home of birds and beasts.
Just like the ancient times of its inheritance, it should not be disturbed.
The further we get to later generations, the less space there will be for creatures in the prehistoric times.
The names of those mythical beasts can only be seen in classics.
"hiss--"
A five-foot long green and black snake not far from Han Muye turned its head, roared at Han Muye, and slowly backed away.
The other beasts also backed away, their eyes full of vigilance.
"I'm curious who is coming." Han Muye looked at the water in front of him, put his hands behind his back, and spoke softly.
"The person who wants your life!" a voice sounded.
With a strong wind, the black eight-foot spear pierced Han Muye's back directly.
The tip of the gun exuded frightening power, and the beasts by the waterfront fled in panic.
This blow has the power to kill them!
Han Muye did not look back.
But the bloodline power belonging to the Golden Crow clan surged through him and turned into an illusory Golden Crow.
Before the Golden Crow solidified, it was broken by the spear.
The spear tip tore through the void and passed through Han Muye's body.
Lu Changshan, who was holding a spear, had a smile on his face.
empty!
The figure in front of me is clearly just a shadow!
What kind of speed is this so that a single blow from his own spear will leave only a shadow?
I am the Black Panther clan that is famous for its speed, while the other party is from the Golden Crow clan!
"Stab-"
There was a faint sound of sword piercing.
Close range swordsmanship.
Bottom string!
This style of close-quarters swordsmanship that Han Muye used to be rampant reappeared in the Great Wilderness Realm!
Lu Changshan slowly lowered his head.
Under his left rib, a short sword was held by a strong hand.
The dagger was slowly turned and then gently drawn out.
All Lu Changshan's strength was withdrawn from his body and dissipated as the dagger was pulled away.
On his body, a black cheetah appeared, whined and screamed, and then disappeared.
Yuanling dissipates, cultivation is cut off, and Qi and blood collapse.
This is, dying.
Lu Changshan, who was lying on the ground, managed to keep his eyes open, and looked at the man squatting down with blood dripping from the dagger in his hand.
He stretched out his hand to grab the man in front of him by his clothes, but found that he couldn't lift his arm.
In his dilated pupils, the vibration of the blue golden crow behind Han Muye was reflected.
The original power revealed by the dissipation of the Black Panther Yuanling was absorbed by the Golden Crow.
Even if there is only a trace of the essence obtained by killing the opponent, it is enough for Han Muye.
In the last light of Lu Changshan's pupils, the shadow of the golden crow behind Han Muye changed from dark blue to lavender.
The realm of the eighth level soul!
Or the bloodline awakens!
The Golden Crow tribe in this realm cannot be suppressed by anyone other than a true spiritual powerhouse!
Lu Changshan wanted to tell his elder brother what he saw and ask him to lead the tribe to escape from Lutang.
Unfortunately, the power of his soul also dissipated with the dissipation of Yuan Ling.
Fall.
Han Muye raised his hand and grabbed the black spear held in Lu Changshan's hand.
It is made entirely of black iron stone. Although it is rough, the material is excellent.
He reached out and took off the small bag hanging from Lu Changshan's waist. There were two gray-black pills and a blue-black animal bone in it.
There is a hint of medicinal power on the pills.
"A century-old jade flower, an ancient kudzu vine with sufficient medicinal power, a thousand-year-old jade branch..."
"It does have a good healing effect. It's not a fatal injury that will kill you in one hit. It can be healed as long as it doesn't hurt the soul."
"It's such a pity to refine such an elixir with so many high-quality elixirs."
Putting away the elixir, Han Muye held the black animal bone.
If you look closely at this time, you can see that there is a shining jade light shining in the animal bones.
This is similar to the appearance of the jade bone in the heavenly realm, but the power contained in the bone is many times thicker and purer than the jade bone.
"True spiritual bones."
This is a piece of animal bone from a great demon in the realm of true spirit.
A faint elemental energy was poured into the palm, a deep beast roar came from the animal bones, and a black two-foot-tall tiger phantom appeared.
Black tiger.
The bones of a black tiger in the realm of true spirit are of great value. Long-term training can make the body's muscles and bones stronger.
If this piece of animal bone is exchanged, it can be exchanged for the Xuanling Xianguo-made spear in the hands of the Ten Ancients.
If the animal bones were sent to the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom or the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, their value would be doubled a hundred times.
For Han Muye, this animal bone is also a treasure.
Understanding the power within it can help him perceive the practice of the true spiritual realm in advance.
Turning to look at the water in front of him, Han Muye's eyes fell on a black tiger beast over there.
The eyes of this beast with the blood of a black tiger showed desire.
Han Muye threw Lu Changshan's body forward on the ground.
The black tiger swooped forward, caught it, and then stared at the black animal bone in Han Muye's hand.
"I can't give you this thing, and you can't bear it." Han Muye shook his head, weighed the animal bones in his hand and said softly.
True spiritual bones are not something that a monster beast that has not yet reached the fifth level of Yuanling realm can withstand.
Black Tiger lowered his head unwillingly, picked up Lu Changshan's body and left.
Watching the black tiger leave, Han Muye put away the animal bones and elixirs, put them back into the bag, and stuffed them in his chest.
A violent force penetrated the body.
It is a pity that in the wilderness, except for the rare beasts that control the power of space and those senior true spirits, no one else can condense the power of space.
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The power of heaven in the wilderness is too strong, and it is not something ordinary people can do to control the power of space in it.
Raising his hand to hold the black war spear, Yuanling's power penetrated into him, and a light purple stream of light emitted directly from the spear.
Pictures flashed in Han Muye's mind.
The war gun was made by a large clan of the Black Panther clan.
The technique is crude and there is no seal carving of the true spirit divine pattern, but all the spiritual materials in it are of excellent quality.
The reason why Lu Changshan had this battle spear in his hand was because the spiritual materials for forging the battle spear were sent by the Lutang Black Panther Clan.
Three thousand kilograms of ore in exchange for two spears.
There is a divine pattern on the other handle, no, it's half a pattern.
The Black Panther tribe's weapon refiner could only carve half of the true spirit divine pattern.
"Black gold raw iron?"
"It's Bamboo Magpie Mountain three hundred miles away from Han Mountain."
"That was where my Han Shan tribe was?"
Han Muye's eyes fell on the black spear in his palm.
A mineral deposit, that's good stuff.
Whether it is used to refine the armor needed by the tribe or to refine swords yourself, it is extremely suitable.
It would be a pity to let the Lutang Black Panthers take over.
"Roar--"
The low roar of the tiger came, and Han Muye looked up, only to see the black tiger running just now dragging a gray-black wild boar that was larger than the black antelope that Han Chaohu and the others hunted, and threw it in front of Han Muye.
This guy is not stupid.
Han Muye stood up with a smile and threw the spear in front of Black Tiger: "Keep it for me. I will pick it up when I have time."
The refining method of this war gun is too poor, he is going to smelt it and re-refine it.
It’s just that we don’t have enough time now, so we’ll talk about it next time.
Black Tiger obviously understood Han Muye's words, nodded, picked up the spear and left.
Han Muye dragged the wild boar back.
When he arrived at the place where Han Chaohu and the others were repairing, everyone was already waiting there.
"The young patriarch is back!"
Seeing Han Muye's figure, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, the young patriarch is so powerful. He hunted such a big wild boar by himself."
Han Jin had a look of admiration on his face and shouted loudly.
He will run away when he sees the wild boar.
"Today's harvest is not bad, let's go back to the tribe now." Han Muye threw the wild boar he was dragging to the ground and said.
Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other and nodded.
This meat is enough for the clan to eat for several days.
On the way back, everyone's faces were full of joy, and vague songs were played again.
Han Muye's eyes fell on everyone, and he raised his head to look at the bright sun in the sky.
He could feel that there seemed to be a trace of strange power hanging from the sky.
It's just that this feeling is too illusory, and he can't be sure.
When they reached the mountains and forests outside Han Mountain, Han Chaohu's expression changed.
"There are outsiders coming to our Hanshan Department!"
He shouted lowly and rushed out of the forest.
Only the injured clan elder Han Yunhe is stationed in the clan, and he cannot resist a strong enemy!