In the realm of the eighth-level Yuanling, he is already a rare strong person within a hundred thousand miles.
Such a level of cultivation can suppress a large ethnic group of 100,000 people.
But what Han Muye showed was not just the eighth-level Yuanling realm, he was the awakened bloodline of the Golden Crow clan!
The Golden Crow tribe is originally the most powerful ethnic group in the wilderness, and the Golden Crow shines brightly on the heaven and earth.
The bloodline of the Golden Crow clan is powerful, far beyond what ordinary clans can match.
Han Muye has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline and cultivated to the eighth level of Yuanling, so his combat power is invincible within a radius of 100,000 miles!
The face of Feng Zhen, the leader of the Black Dragon Clan, changed, and the two strong men of the Black Dragon Clan behind him also turned pale.
Feng Zhen's cultivation and combat prowess once dominated a party.
The Jinwu and Hanshan tribes were all suppressed by him.
But now, the strength of the young clan leader of the Golden Crow Hanshan Tribe in front of him has completely surpassed Feng Zhen.
From now on, the Jinwu Hanshan tribe will probably be the number one overlord within a hundred thousand miles.
Qi Yunliang, a strong man from the Flame-Eyed Snake Tribe, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes revealed a hint of surprise.
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"He is the eighth level of Yuanling!"
"The Golden Crow bloodline has awakened, his Golden Crow bloodline has fully awakened!"
Frightened roars sounded, and the two old men in black robes retreated in panic.
In front of them, seven or eight figures were already lying down.
Around them, more figures were burned to ashes by a ball of flames from the Golden Crow.
Only two Qi Masters at the seventh level of Yuanling could stand in their way.
But they knew that they couldn't hold on in front of a strong man at the eighth level of Yuanling.
"Buzz——"
Han Muye raised the spear in his hand, and the golden light in his eyes gathered with a hint of killing intent.
Gathering fighting spirit to become invincible in a single battle is Han Muye's long-standing method of cultivating evil spirits.
The evil spirit permeates the air, which can erode the opponent's mind and make the opponent's fighting power disappear.
The fear rising from the bottom of my heart was impossible to resist.
"We can't leave..." An old man in black robes murmured, obviously losing the will to fight.
The other one gritted his teeth and raised his hand to summon a golden golden plate.
The golden plate rotates, emitting golden light.
"Chang Yuzi? Have you already wiped out the Golden Crow clan?"
"Is there really someone who has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline?"
A rather majestic voice came from the golden plate.
The Taoist who inspired the golden plate looked pale, gritted his teeth, and looked at the spear that Han Muye slowly raised in front of him.
"The Golden Crow bloodline awakens——"
His words were interrupted by Han Muye's spear tip.
The spear tip carried a golden stream of light, and as soon as it flashed, it was already in front of the Taoist.
The roaring wind stirred up the power of heaven and earth, turning it into black and white.
"kill."
Han Muye's voice was low, as if it came from the hell, and it was filled with endless majesty, like the radiance of the sun in the sky.
The spear turned into three golden suns and golden crows, locking the old man's body.
"Three Yang Locks the Sky!" Han Dingyi exclaimed, staring closely at the golden crow transformed by the spear.
This move is clearly one of the best moves in the war spear technique passed down by the Han Shan tribe.
He had practiced this technique before, and could only create a faint golden crow shadow.
It is completely incomparable to the methods used by the young patriarch at this time.
But he knew that the young patriarch of his clan had been practicing Jue Tian Spearmanship just a few days ago, in order to intercept the killers of the clan.
The young patriarch said casually that war guns are suitable for group battles.
The talent of the young patriarch is simply unparalleled...
"Explosion -" the old man shrouded in three golden crows shouted, and three golden talismans appeared in his hands.
The three talismans intertwined and turned into a pale golden shield.
There are scattered starlights on the shield surface, intertwined and colliding towards the Golden Crow.
"Bang——"
The three golden crows collided with the starlight, and then stopped three feet away from the old man.
The golden crow collides with the starlight, creating a dazzling halo.
"What's going on? Chang Yuzi, why haven't you killed the Golden Crow clan yet?" A deep voice shouted from the golden plate above the Taoist's head.
"Is it true that the Golden Crow bloodline has awakened?"
"Where?"
The voice in the golden plate was filled with impatience.
The old Taoist named Chang Yuzi opened his mouth and was about to speak when three golden crow shadows in front of him suddenly exploded.
Three golden crows turned into nine!
The shadow of the Golden Crow dissipated and condensed into nine spears, with a fierce murderous intention on the spear tip.
"Divide the nine lights, perfect the ultimate spear skill!" Han Chaohu, who was standing in the distance, shouted in surprise.
Han Shanbu's spear skills are not very advanced, but there are only three or two people who can cultivate the Jue Tian Spear to the point where it can be transformed into nine in ten thousand years.
It took hundreds or even thousands of years to accomplish.
Today's young patriarch can actually master this technique so quickly.
It is a pity that the young patriarch is in the Hanshan tribe.
If he went to other ethnic groups, he would probably achieve far more than this!
Han Chaohu's heart moved and he took a gentle breath.
Han Yunhe should be coming back. I wonder if the Golden Crow Muyang tribe will send strong men.
As long as someone from the Mu Yang tribe comes, they will definitely value the qualifications of the young patriarch.
At that time, the young patriarch can soar into the sky.
"boom--"
Nine spear points thrust out. The Taoist could no longer block it, and the golden shield shattered.
The gun blades converged and directly shattered his body.
"Crack."
Without the guidance of the Taoist, the golden plate fell to the ground.
Above the golden plate, the halo slowly dissipated.
"Chang Yuzi, what's going on?"
"Chang, Yu..."
The golden plate from which the sound came was stepped on by Han Muye.
"He's dead." Han Muye shouted, raising the spear in his hand.
"Who are you? Dare to be an enemy of my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty?" An angry shout came from the golden plate.
"Bang."
The answer was that Han Muye shot the golden plate into pieces with one shot.
He raised his head and looked at another human hunter running away in the distance.
"Roar--"
At some point, the black tiger that was quietly lurking suddenly pounced on the hunter of the sixth-level Yuanling.
The hunter had no intention of fighting anymore and was killed by the black tiger. He fell to the ground and died after a few struggles.
If he fights with all his strength, he may not be Black Tiger's opponent.
It's just that Naihe is already frightened in his heart and has no courage to fight. How can he talk about fighting?
Han Muye slowly put away the spear in his hand, and the golden crow shadow on his body slowly dissipated.
The sparkle in his eyes did not fade at all, and he looked at everyone with a hint of indifference and aloofness expected of a high-ranking bloodline group.
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After handing over to Feng Zhen and the others, Han Muye strode to Hei Hu's side and reached out to pat Hei Hu.
The black tiger performed well today and killed many human hunters.
Intercepting and killing the sixth-level Yuanling powerhouse demonstrated his ability to kill with one strike.
Fengzhen and others looked at each other, nodded, and quickly picked up the weapons and belongings carried by the human hunters.
These weapons are of high value, and many of them are engraved with one or two divine patterns.
Even the Black Dragon Clan doesn't have many weapons like this.
Although the individual strength of the human race is not strong, there are various auxiliary methods that are endless, which are unmatched by all the races in the wilderness.
It is precisely because of this that the human race can rise and continue to squeeze the space of all races in the wilderness.
Fortunately, the wilderness is vast, and the area occupied by the two immortal dynasties of the human race is only a small part of the land.
"Young Patriarch Han, you have gained a huge harvest today, and you are the number one contributor, Young Patriarch Han." Qi Yunliang looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face, and handed over the long sword in his hand that was engraved with two semi-divine patterns.
"Young Patriarch, this sword should be yours."
The sword is eight feet long and is completely black. The blade flashes with green light. Two divine patterns flow on the blade, and half of the divine pattern is on the handle, like a coiled dragon.
This knife is a rare treasure.
Even if you don't have any use for it, you can get at least five hundred desolate pearls in exchange for them from Huyue Ridge.
The two black wolf tribe strongmen looked at each other and handed over the spears they received.
If Han Muye didn't have the eighth level of Yuanling cultivation and awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, they wouldn't have done this.
Before, they came because of the reward from Han Muye, but they didn't really pay attention to the declining young chief of the Golden Crow clan.
Now, their attitude has changed.
Whether it is the wilderness or the world of cultivation, after all, it is a place that emphasizes strength.
Han Muye has strength, so he can gain the respect of Qi Yunliang and others.
Even flattering.
Feng Zhen hesitated for a moment, then handed over the long-handled battle ax in his hand and said: "This object is a treasure with three divine patterns. It should be regarded as a congratulatory gift from the patriarch of the clan to congratulate Young Master Han on inheriting the clan clan of Hanshan."
After all, he is a veteran and strong man, and he can't help but kneel down and lick her.
Calling it a congratulatory gift, it is considered as giving yourself a step up.
Han Chaohu and the others all showed joy on their faces.
The cultivation of the young patriarch of his family is even more tyrannical than what he showed before.
The revival of the Hanshan tribe is just around the corner.
Looking at Han Muye, Han Chaohu and the others were just waiting for an order.
The Hanshan tribe does not have these treasures.
The long-handled wooden swords in the hands of Han Jin and the others only have two divine patterns, and due to their material, they are not as good as the few treasures here today.
"Seniors, I told you that Han Shanbu and I will not take any of what we got today." The last golden light on Han Muye dissipated, and the golden light in his eyes also faded, allowing others to take a closer look.
"I, Han Muye, belong to the Han Shan Department, and I always speak the truth in everything I do."
This sentence made both Han Jin and Han Ding show a trace of regret.
On the other hand, a smile flashed across Han Chaohu's face.
The pattern of having a young patriarch in my family is not something I can compare to.
With so many treasures, he can resist temptation.
A glimmer of light flashed in Fengzhen's eyes, and he laughed: "Young Master Han is arrogant, so I won't be polite."
Putting away the weapon in his hand, he looked at Han Muye: "Chief Han, these human hunters won't come here for no reason, just for your Han Shan tribe, right?"
Among the human hunters we met today, there were actually masters of the sixth level of Yuanling.
In fact, Feng Zhen and the others didn't know that the leader of the human hunter team today was a strong man at the seventh level of Yuanling.
This person had been directly killed by Han Muye before, and his sword was also collected by Han Muye.
This was the reason why San Yuzi and others collapsed.
A seventh-level strongman was directly killed, so what fighting spirit could they still have?
"Senior Fengzhen is right. They went straight to my Han Shan Department because someone snitched on them." Han Muye narrowed his eyes and glanced around.
There is no golden light in his eyes, but people dare not look directly at them.
Qi Yunliang's face darkened and he whispered: "Young patriarch, who dares to do such things that violate the rules of all the tribes in the wilderness?"
Telling the truth to the human race and attracting hunters is a violation of the rules of the wilderness, and will result in genocide by all ethnic groups.
It's just that this kind of thing requires evidence. Generally speaking, no one will seek justice for a group that has been wiped out by hunters.
It's different now.
Han Muye has such strength, the whistleblower must be severely punished.
Han Muye shook his head, looked at everyone, and said calmly: "I will find an explanation for this matter when I succeed as the leader of the Hanshan tribe."
He did not directly mention the Lutang Black Panther Clan.
No need.
With his current strength, it would be easy to destroy Lu Tang.
What he wants is to establish his authority in the inheritance ceremony.
There are still mineral deposits over there in Lutang.
Fengzhen and others looked at each other and said nothing.
Since Han Muye chose not to say anything at this time, then let him.
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"Bang——"
Countless thousands of miles away, on top of a tall pavilion, a big man wearing a blue-gray military robe smashed the golden plate in front of him with one punch.
Behind the big man, the shadow of a dark purple lion with a hint of gold floated, seemingly roaring up to the sky.
The original power in the surrounding heaven and earth was attracted and gathered quickly.
"Golden Crow Clan, Golden Crow Clan!"
The big man's eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
Several soldiers wearing green armor and carrying long knives at their waists rushed into the attic and clasped their fists at the big man.
"Lord Commander."
The big man's face was livid, he waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Pass the hunting order from our commander and summon three thousand hunters."
"We will gather in Zhuyang City within a month."
This is Zhuyang City, a large city within a radius of three million miles.
There are very few such cities in the wilderness.
"I want to slaughter the Golden Crow tribe scattered everywhere." The big man's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Directly killing the masters he sent was a provocation to him.
Golden Crow tribe, damn it.
Several Qingjia soldiers looked at each other and quickly bowed and left.
After a moment, red eagles flew out one after another.
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The Hanshan tribe was already decorated with lanterns and decorations.
Everywhere on the hills, swaggering flags were erected.
All the people in the clan were dressed in new clothes.
The masters of the clan who were around the third level of cultivation were all wearing new martial robes, no longer the leather robes of the past.
With a sword hanging on his waist and a weapon on his back, he stood on the mountain road, looking extremely majestic.
Even the children of the tribe were dressed in new clothes.
Because there are only a few people in the Hanshan tribe, many people from the White-tailed Fox Clan and the Tanling Black Bear Clan came to help renovate the place and receive guests.
At the inheritance ceremony of the Hanshan tribe chief, many people from the surrounding tribes came. Not only was the square halfway up the Hanshan Mountain full of people, but they were also sitting on both sides of the mountain road.
In the past two or three months, the reputation of the Hanshan tribe has been growing.
The originally poor Hanshan tribe made generous transactions with various ethnic groups, and they were very luxurious and generous.
Looking at it today, the drinks and various fruits placed on those long tables are all good things.
"I heard that the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, so the Hanshan tribe moved out all their property." An old man sitting behind the bluestone table said while stuffing a green-red fruit into his mouth.
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The old man has faint wolf lines on his forehead and a trace of green and black hair on the top of his head. He is obviously a member of the green wolf clan.
Thousands of miles away in Keliang Mountain, there is a Qinglang tribe of three thousand people.
"Humph, is it so easy for the Golden Crow bloodline to awaken?" The speaker was an old man from the Qingdeer tribe wearing a blue leather robe.
His words made the guests of all races around him look askance, and then they all smiled.
The Green Deer Tribe has been in dire straits lately, having been robbed of a lot of business by the Tanling Black Bear Tribe.
The key is that the Black Bear Clan's use of earth fire is better than that of the Green Deer Clan. If the Black Bear Clan's furnaces were not insufficient, the Green Deer Clan would probably be even worse.
The Black Bear Clan now has a good relationship with the Golden Crow Clan, which of course the Green Deer Clan cannot stand.
"Elder Fei Ling, I heard that the young leader of the Hanshan Tribe came to your Qingdeer Tribe to smelt raw ore, but was rejected by your people?" The speaker had a smile on his face.
The old man from the Green Deer Tribe snorted coldly, lifted the jug in front of him, poured a full glass of wine, and drank it down.
There was more laughter around.
"Clan Chief, the young chief of the Golden Crow Clan has not appeared yet." In front of a slightly remote place, an old man from the Lutang Black Panther Clan wearing a black robe whispered in a deep voice.
Lu Changlin, who was sitting next to him, nodded.
Looking at the busy Jinwu tribesmen passing by, Lu Changlin lowered his voice: "Have all the good people in the tribe been arranged?"
The old man in black robe nodded: "Everything has been arranged. As soon as the news of the death of their young patriarch comes back, our people will take action."
These words caused a trace of murderous intent to flash across Lu Changlin's face, and then disappeared instantly.
Lu Changlin held the wine glass in his hand and said in a low voice: "The Jinwu people are of a rich bloodline and have a profound heritage. By occupying Hanshan this time, we will definitely get a lot of benefits."
"In this way, Lu Tang's combat power will be further improved."
Having said this, he turned his attention to the long case not far ahead.
Over there, there is an old man wearing a green robe, who also has the marks of the Black Panther clan on his forehead.
This is the master of the Black Panther clan invited by Lu Changlin.
He came from Zhuyang Town, 120,000 miles away, where the Zhuyang Black Panther Clan resides.
Sensing Lu Changlin's gaze, the Black Panther clan leader nodded slightly.
As long as Lu Changlin takes action, he will take action.
"boom--"
In the distance, a roaring sound came.
A strong man is coming!
All the guests looked up.
In the void, there is a shadow of the great sun, golden crow, flying in.
"Is it the young patriarch?"
"No way, this Great Sun Golden Crow Yuanling is already at the seventh level peak, how can he be the young clan leader of the Hanshan Tribe?"
Under everyone's gaze, an old man with a white beard wearing a blue military robe flew down. Behind him was Han Yunhe, an old man from the Hanshan tribe.
"Elder of the clan!"
Han Yuncheng, who was temporarily in charge of all arrangements, stepped forward happily.
Han Yunhe nodded, looked forward, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, the ceremony hasn't started yet."
"Where are the young patriarch and the elder of the Chaohu clan? I'll invite Elder Mu Ji of the Muyang Golden Crow clan to come."
Muyang Golden Crow Clan!
It turns out that he is an elder of the Muyang Golden Crow Clan. No wonder he has a seventh-level Yuanling cultivation level.
There were whispers all around, and many people lowered their heads.
The Jinwu clan in Muyang Mountain is a large clan, with a claimed number of 100,000 members, and the clan leader, Mu Changkong, is very powerful in battle.
It's just that Muyang Mountain is far away, and there is not much interaction with this place.
Mu Ji glanced around, then looked at the various stone houses on the mountain, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
The ethnic group of Han Shan tribe is too small. How powerful can this ethnic group awaken its bloodline power?
The clan leader asked him to come in person, which was a waste of time.
Han Yuncheng took a step forward, leaned close to Han Yunhe and whispered a few words.
"Human hunter?" Han Yunhe was stunned.
Mu Ji, who was standing aside, also frowned and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"
Han Yuncheng hesitated and told the story of Han Muye inviting Fengzhen and others to intercept the killers of the clan.
Intercepting human predators?
How dare you intercept and kill just a few people?
Why don't you wait for those people to come, and then gather the strong men from all races here to surround and kill them?
"Nonsense!" Mu Ji glared and shouted.
There was a sudden silence all around.
"Do you really think you are so powerful?" Mu Ji snorted, turned around and ran away.
Han Yunhe also looked nervous.
what happened?
Why does this strong man from Muyang Mountain want to leave?
The faces of the surrounding guests showed confusion.
"Something must have happened." The old man of the Qingzhi tribe sneered.
Lu Changlin looked at the old man of the Black Panther clan in front of him.
The old man shook his head.
If the strong men from Muyang Mountain hadn't arrived, we could have taken action at this time.
Now, let's wait until Hanshan is in chaos.
"Someone's coming again!"
Suddenly, someone shouted.
Sure enough, there was a strong wind howling in the sky in the distance.
Several phantoms flew towards me.
The first ones were three blue-black dragon shadows.
Behind, there are black wolves and blue snake shadows.
Further behind, there are two golden crow shadows.
"It's Feng Zhen, the leader of the Black Dragon Clan!"
"Brothers Zhao Qu and Zhao Zhi of the Black Wolf Clan!"
Those who recognized him had already shouted out.
Feng Zhen is the strongest person within a radius of thousands of miles, and even there is no one who can defeat him for tens of thousands of miles around.
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Mu Ji's eyes fell on Feng Zhen, and the shadow of the golden crow appeared behind him.
The power of the seven-layer Yuanling caused the golden crow's divine light to shine, a blazing wave floated, and turned into a red cloud.
This is the power of the seventh-level powerhouse!
Many people around quietly lowered their heads.
Lu Changlin clenched his fists.
"It turns out to be Elder Mu Ji, long time no see." Feng Zhen flew down and spoke loudly.
With a trace of vigilance on his face, Mu Ji nodded, looked at the people in Feiluo, and then his eyes fell on Han Chaohu and Han Dingyi.
"Where is your young patriarch?"
Yes, where is the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe?
Only then did everyone realize that the young patriarch who was to inherit the position of patriarch had never appeared.
"Elder Mu Ji, my young patriarch has something to do, and he will be back in a moment." Han Chaohu laughed, and cupped his hands around him and said, "You guys, please wait, my young patriarch will be back soon."
After saying that, he straightened his clothes, handed them over and left.
Several other people also dispersed.
There is a smell of blood!
Those with sharp eyes have already seen the drops of blood spilled on everyone's bodies.
what happened?
Mu Ji frowned, hummed, and, led by Han Yunhe, walked to the square on the mountain and sat down in front of it.
For a time, there were discussions all around.
Everyone is guessing where the young clan leader of the Hanshan tribe has gone.
At this time, Han Mu Savage was in the mountains and forests dozens of miles away.
Han Jin and Hei Hu walked with him.
Originally, they came back together. Due to his lack of cultivation, Han Jin's flight speed was relatively slow, so he rode the black tiger forward.
Halfway through, Black Tiger asked Han Jin to summon Han Muye and said that he would give him a gift.
This guy had seen Fengzhen and others give him gifts before, so he wanted to give them too.
It's just that Han Muye needs to pick up this gift in person.
"Right in front?" Han Muye looked at the cliff ahead.
The cliffs are steep and there is a gurgling stream below.
Black Tiger let out a low whimper, and then ran forward quickly.
"Chirp——"
A bird song came, and on the cliff, a big golden bird spread its wings and descended.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a faint golden divine light emerged from his body.
"Dapeng bloodline?"
"Garuda?"
"So, what this guy wants to give me is Golden-winged Snow Grass?"
"This is a treasure that enhances the power of your bloodline."