Mu Changkong looked at Han Muye, with a hint of emotion on his face.
"Every time I see Makino, I see your cultivation level improving, which really gives me a headache."
These words made Han Muye laugh and look at the two young Golden Crow tribesmen who came with Mu Changkong.
"Yu Yang from Chiyang Clan and Tao Yun from Baiyu Mountain are both elite descendants of our Golden Crow Clan." Mu Changkong pointed at the two of them, his expression becoming more solemn.
"Old rules, practice for thirty years."
"If you can awaken the Golden Crow bloodline, you can cultivate for another thirty years."
Let the descendants of the Golden Crow tribe come to the Hanshan tribe to practice and awaken the Golden Crow bloodline of the Great Sun with the help of the Golden Crow's favor. This is already the consensus of the surrounding Golden Crow tribes.
But it’s not for nothing that these juniors are allowed to practice here.
After thirty years of practice, various ethnic groups needed Han Muye to observe their practice techniques and various inheritances.
If the Golden Crow bloodline is really awakened, then the Golden Crow Heaven-Suppressing Technique must be given to Han Muye to learn.
Compared with inheriting the skills, the awakening of the bloodline of the younger disciples is more important.
Thirty years ago, Mu Yun, the youngest son of Mu Changkong in Muyang Mountain, awakened the Golden Crow bloodline and caused a sensation.
Mu Changkong confessed that he was cultivating in the Hanshan tribe and awakened the power of his bloodline with the help of the care of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow.
For a time, countless young people from the Jinwu tribe came to the Hanshan tribe.
In this way, Han Muye took advantage of the situation and proposed an exchange.
Originally, the various Jinwu tribes had some objections to this exchange.
After all, the techniques are inherited, and the Heaven-Suppressing Technique is secretly passed down by the clan leaders of various ethnic groups.
But one after another in the Hanshan tribe, descendants awakened their bloodline, and it gradually became a holy place for bloodline awakening, forcing all ethnic groups to agree to Han Muye's request.
However, those who have been willing to come are basically small groups of tens of thousands of people.
There are not many big families with more than 100,000 people.
The two ethnic groups that came today are each a large family with nearly a million people.
No wonder Mu Changkong wanted to deliver it in person.
"They are all big sects. It seems they are for the Sun-Seizing Meeting a hundred years later?" Han Muye looked at Yuyang and Tao Yun and said calmly.
He exuded the power and aura of a high-ranking cultivator, instantly making the two Golden Crow descendants tremble and take a step back.
The shadow of Yuan Ling behind the two people also appeared.
The realm of six levels of Yuanling.
He is already a rare master among the younger generation.
No wonder they both looked aloof when they stepped into the hall.
It's just that at this time, the two men no longer had the disrespect they had just now, and they both lowered their heads and dared not face Han Muye directly.
This is the right to speak that comes with strength.
Seize the Sun Conference, seize the Lieyang True Bone, the true spirit bone of the predecessor of the Golden Crow Tribe.
This is the basis for the continuous bloodline of descendants of the Great Sun Golden Crow clan for countless years.
Before the seniors in the true spirit realm died, they condensed the true spirit bones and took them out for the younger generations to practice.
In the Sun Seizing Conference held once in a thousand years, anyone who can seize the true spiritual bones can basically rise.
"Han Jin, take them to Chaoyang Tower."
Han Muye said.
Following his voice, a light cyan shadow flew down directly.
Han Jin, who was carrying a big sword, stepped in with a solemn expression.
The sixth level of Yuanling!
This young man who seemed to be about the same age as himself was actually the sixth level of Yuanling.
Seeing Han Jin's eyes, Tao Yun and Yuyang's expressions froze.
The golden divine light floated in his eyes, which was obviously a sign of the awakening of the Golden Crow bloodline.
This young man of the same generation as Han Shan tribe has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline!
How many people are there in Hanshan Division?
Such a small ethnic group actually has such young people of the same generation!
Until they followed Han Jin out of the hall, their expressions were unbearably dazed.
Seeing the two of them leaving, Mu Changkong raised his head and looked at Han Muye: "Muye, the hunt in Clear Sky Wasteland is about to begin. Are you ready?"
Hunting in the wilderness is one of the most solemn events of the wilderness tribe.
Generally speaking, hunting in the wilderness once every hundred years is not only a display of strength among various ethnic groups, but also a way to enhance the strength of one's own group.
Gathering the power of various ethnic groups to surround and kill strange beasts, the various spiritual materials and blood collected are enough for each family group to use for hundreds of years.
"My Han Shan tribe will have three thousand tribesmen going this time." Han Muye nodded, "I will lead the team myself."
Hearing that Han Muye said he would personally lead the team, Mu Changkong smiled on his face.
Ten years ago he competed with Han Muye.
Even though Han Muye has not yet broken through to the ninth level of Yuanling, his combat power is no less than that of a ninth-level Yuanling master.
"But I heard that the two major human fairy kingdoms will send people to hunt this time." Han Muye looked at Mu Changkong.
Mu Changkong nodded, his expression slightly solemn.
In the past, this kind of hunting was a tradition for all ethnic groups in the wilderness, but the human race would not participate.
The human race does not value martial arts and is not interested in this type of wilderness fighting.
They are better at various strategies and have large armies to fight and fight.
Hundreds of thousands or millions of troops are arrayed in formation, and their energy and blood power are soaring to the sky. With the help of various combat tools, they can hunt even mythical beasts.
In the past, the hunting tribes of Clear Sky Waste did not participate.
"You mean, these humans have some agenda?" Mu Changkong narrowed his eyes.
He had also thought about it, but he couldn't see why the humans participated in the hunt.
"There were enlightened beasts stationed in Clear Sky Wasteland 30,000 years ago." Han Muye whispered in a low voice.
"The enlightened beast?" Mu Changkong was stunned and looked at Han Muye: "Is it the enlightened beast that is said to be the best in guarding the world?"
"Are they trying to capture auspicious animals?"
The so-called auspicious beasts are beasts that can be tamed by humans and can become the help of the clan.
In fact, many strange beasts can be tamed, but powerful beasts have their own pride and generally will not surrender.
The Enlightened Beast's combat power may be at the bottom among the divine beasts, but its defensive power is at the top.
In ancient prehistoric times, many big cities had enlightened beasts guarding the gates.
"Maybe it's not just about capturing enlightened beasts and making them auspicious beasts." Han Muye shook his head.
"I'll set off in three months, and I'll be with the Changkong Clan leader then." Han Muye changed the topic without delving further into the human race's plans.
Mu Changkong nodded and said: "Okay, I will go back and gather the strong men in the clan, and we will go to the wasteland together in three months."
Speaking of this, he said solemnly: "If there is a chance, please ask Makino to help me."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Han Muye nodded and said with a smile: "If I can help the Changkong Clan leader step into the true spirit, I will naturally go all out."
Mu Changkong's cultivation level is already at the ninth level of Yuanling, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of true spirit.
He has been close to Han Muye over the years. In addition to really valuing Han Muye's talent and potential, he also wanted to use Han Muye's power.
Han Muye not only awakened the bloodline of the Golden Crow, but also had the blessing of the Haotian Golden Crow. It was normal for Mu Changkong to put his future on him.
After sending Mu Changkong away, Han Muye's aura slowly fell silent.
Behind him, the dark purple Yuanling Golden Crow phantom appeared.
Mu Changkong wanted to improve his cultivation and step into the realm of true spirit, and he wanted to do it himself.
"After being suppressed for so long, it's time to break through." With a whisper, the Golden Crow Yuanling disappeared. With a movement of his body, he had already walked out of the hall.
"big cow."
Han Muye shouted softly.
In the distance, a majestic figure flew towards him.
Zeng Daniu, now Ciyuan, the young leader of the Black Bear Clan.
Five years ago, he finally awakened his memory.
However, he accepted his identity in the Great Wasteland.
Now, he is still Ciyuan, still the young patriarch of the Tanling Black Bear Clan, practicing the art of weapon refining with Han Muye.
With the bloodline of the Black Bear clan, his physical strength has continued to improve. Now he is at the seventh level of Yuanling, and his physical strength has reached an unimaginable level.
His power is such that not even the monster Black Tiger dares to face it.
"Let's go to Zhuyun Mountain."
Zhuyun Mountain is the mountain forest where black tigers live.
This mountain stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, and there are many strange beasts and even powerful mythical beasts living in it.
The Great Wilderness has always been a world of mythical beasts.
These strange beasts and mythical beasts are the masters of the wilderness.
"Okay." Ciyuan, who was carrying a sledgehammer, agreed with a grin.
The two of them ran quickly, and within a short time they were hundreds of miles into the mountains.
"Black cloud."
Han Muye shouted lowly.
"Roar--"
In the distance, a black tiger galloped towards me.
The black tiger has a solid soul on his body.
The power of the Yuanling at the peak of the seventh level can compete with the strong men of all races at the eighth level or even the ninth level.
This guy's cultivation has improved extremely quickly in the past fifty years.
But this was all Han Muye's help, otherwise such progress would never have been possible.
"call out--"
In mid-air, three golden birds spread their wings and arrived, much faster than the black tiger.
Three golden-winged birds spread their wings and circled above Han Muye's head.
These three golden-winged birds were raised by the big bird that Han Muye used to exchange the elixir for the Golden-winged Snow Grass.
Now, they probably think Han Muye is closer than their own mother.
Who told Han Muye to give them pills when he had time?
However, this little thing who was more than fifty years old has now reached the peak cultivation level of the fifth level of Yuanling, his bloodline has been fully awakened, and he still has a trace of the power of the golden-winged roc.
Even Black Tiger is jealous of this kind of promotion.
The golden-winged bird that lives on the cliff doesn't care much about these three little guys now, and just lets them run to Hanshan Mountain without any problem.
"Okay, I'll take the three of you to see it this time."
Looking at the three circling big birds, Han Muye chuckled.
He flew into the air and landed on the back of a golden bird.
"Jin Da, let's go."
He shouted, and the Garuda carrying him spread its wings and flew high.
Below, Ci Yuan scratched his head and muttered: "How did Master recognize that it was Jin Da? Which of you is Jin Er and who is Jin San?"
The black tiger beside him growled, turned around and left.
Ciyuan let out a hey and quickly followed.
As everyone walked forward, three big golden birds circled in the sky.
"kill--"
After traveling three hundred miles, Ciyuan fought against a tall yellow lion covered in rust-like texture.
This is a strange beast, an iron-patterned lion, with a mane that is comparable to gold and iron, and has extremely strong defense.
Unfortunately, it encountered the infinitely powerful Ci Yuan and his war hammer.
The war hammer hit the ground and created a huge crater with a radius of three feet.
Every time Ciyuan swung his war hammer, the roaring sound of the strong wind made the black tiger's legs and feet tremble.
If this sledgehammer hits him, his muscles and bones will be shattered.
There are not many moves that Ciyuan uses in the Sky-shattering Hammer Technique.
This was specially created by Han Muye for him. With the help of his huge strength, his moves were endless, making the opponent get mixed up in the shadow of the hammer and had no chance to escape.
After three rounds of the Sky Hammer, the sky was filled with hammer shadows, and the iron-patterned lion was already dizzy.
Taking this opportunity, Ciyuan released the sledgehammer with both hands and raised his hand to grab the mane of the iron-marked lion.
"Bang——"
A big fist hit the iron-marked lion on the forehead.
Black Tiger turned his head and couldn't bear to look any further.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
…
A quarter of an hour later, Ciyuan dragged the body of the iron-striped lion with some regret and strode forward.
Originally, he wanted to tame this relatively majestic lion and use it as a transportation mount, but unfortunately, this guy refused to give in.
It can only be beaten to death.
If you feel hungry halfway through, you can eat meat.
But the black tiger wouldn't tell him that when the second punch hit, the yellow lion had already surrendered and begged for mercy.
It was Ciyuan's next few punches that knocked him unconscious.
After traveling eight thousand miles, Han Muye landed on a bluestone.
Not far away, in the forest, a four-legged beast with a dignified aura walked slowly forward, looking at him warily.
"The red-feathered armored dragon runs on four legs, has scales and no horns, can spit fire and avoid dust, and is extremely fast."
Han Muye spoke one sentence after another, causing the advancing beast to stop.
But Han Muye had no intention of stopping, and the swords of Heiyuan and Yuansheng were slowly unsheathed.
"The ninth level of Yuanling, the bloodline of the ancient dragon clan, is enough."
When the voice fell, he took a step forward.
"when--"
The red-feathered armored dragon swung out its long tail to block the Black Abyss Sword thrust out by Han Muye.
It also blocked Han Muye's figure.
"So alert." Han Muye shouted, his figure flashed, and he landed behind the red-feathered armored dragon, stabbing out the dagger Yuansheng.
"when--"
The Ankylosaurus raised its hind legs to block the sword's edge.
Han Muye was very fast, and the Ankylosaurus was completely on the defensive.
But after all, it is the ninth level of the Yuanling. The power of the Yuanling possesses it and turns into faint golden scales. Han Muye's sword cannot penetrate this armor.
In addition, this seemingly clumsy Ankylosaurus was actually very agile in its movements, often blocking Han Muye's sword.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ciyuan, the young leader of the Black Bear tribe on the side, was fascinated by it.
He had seen Han Muye use his sword, but rarely saw anyone who could block Han Muye's Hundred Swords.
When Han Muye and Mu Changkong fought against each other, they always fought with long spears and never used long swords.
Han Muye's speed became faster and faster, and the sword light slowly enveloped the Ankylosaurus' body.
The phantom of the Yuanling behind Han Muye also appeared, and golden light intersected on the dark purple Yuanling.
Within a radius of ten miles, the blazing light between heaven and earth seemed to reflect the sun in the sky, causing the surrounding beasts to flee for their lives.
Visible to the naked eye, there were traces of silvery light emerging from the Yuanling behind Han Muye.
"kill!"
With a low shout, the long sword in his hand touched the Ankylosaurus's head. The Red Feather Ankylosaurus was shocked, and its body slowly fell to the ground, daring not to move.
In the void, all the previous sword lights converged into one sword light, condensing in Han Muye's hand.
If this last sword thrust out, all the previous sword lights would be condensed into one sword.
After thrusting out this sword, Han Muye's cultivation level came naturally, and he broke through to the ninth level of Yuanling.
Using the power of dragon blood to hone his skills can also make his cultivation stable.
But Han Muye held the sword in his hand but did not thrust it out.
"An ant can still live in vain, let alone an ancient beast that has been cultivating for countless years?"
"You don't want to die."
"I have the ability to kill you, but I shouldn't kill you for no reason."
"The wilderness should not only be about killing."
Seemingly realizing something, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sun is shining brightly, shining brightly on the wilderness.
For countless years, the Haotian Golden Crow has witnessed endless killings in the wilderness.
Is this the way it is?
"What is the Way of Heaven in the Wilderness?"
"The Wanhua Immortal Dynasty's method of killing to stop killing is really in line with the way of heaven?"
Slowly sheathing his sword, Han Muye said calmly: "Let's go."
The Red Feathered Ankylosaurus, which was lying on the ground, stood up, lowered its head slightly, and then turned around and left.
Watching the Ankylosaurus leave, Ciyuan stepped forward and said softly: "Master, how about we find another strange beast?"
Han Muye shook his head, and the shadow of Yuan Ling behind him disappeared.
I originally wanted to use killing to break through, but at this moment I realized that I no longer had the intention to kill anymore, so I couldn't break through. It was God's will.
"Let's go back."
Turning his head, Han Muye strode away.
After walking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
In the forest behind him, the red-feathered armored dragon that had left before came running towards him, holding a silver-white Chichang spirit grass in his mouth.
Putting the spiritual grass in front of Han Muye, the red-feathered armored dragon turned and ran away.
Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the spiritual grass.
"If I still can't break through with such a treasure as the Hundred Thousand Years Gathering Sun Branch, then I will have to cultivate this body on a dog." Han Muye gave a long laugh, held the spiritual grass, and with a movement of his body, it turned into sword light.
Fly away.
He couldn't wait to refine this spiritual grass into elixirs.
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Ten days later, a faint roar came from a small bluestone building in the core of Hanshan Division.
The voice was dull, with a faint silver halo that disappeared in a flash.
The people of the Golden Crow tribe stationed outside the small building felt their whole bodies tremble, as if they were about to kneel to the ground. By the time they came to their senses, this feeling had disappeared.
At this time, in the small building, under a layer of golden light, Han Muye, who was wearing a green robe, had a golden crow divine pattern on his forehead. Behind him, there was a huge golden crow shadow.
The light on the wings flashed, and the golden eyes revealed the majesty of the world. Every feather seemed to be condensed by the monstrous flames.
The body of the Golden Crow solidified, slowly changing from blue-gray to seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and finally all the colors returned to their origin, returning to a bright silver color.
Silver Yuanling.
The realm of the ninth level soul!
This is the end of Yuan Ling's cultivation. The next stage is to condense Yuan Ling into substance and turn it into a true spirit.
True spirits are the real strong ones in the wilderness.
Every million-strong clan station is guarded by powerful true spirits.
Han Muye opened his eyes, the golden halo shining in his eyes.
At the ninth level of Yuanling, the power of his Golden Crow bloodline has improved even more.
"The Golden Crow of the Great Sun, with its mighty divine flames, destroys the heaven and the earth, and the magical bloodline of all living beings in the world are all for the purpose of destroying enemies and survival. How can anyone be born to illuminate the world?"
Looking up at the bright sun in the sky, Han Muye whispered softly.
The Haotian Golden Crow was not born just to bring endless light to the wilderness.
Not to mention the mythical beasts, even the human beings who practice enlightenment are not really willing to sacrifice themselves.
"This is just like the practice of swordsmanship. You first want to destroy, seek to kill, and seek to destroy the world, but in the end you still have to have the intention to establish a world."
Looking at the Golden Crow of the Great Sun, the golden light in Han Muye's eyes turned into shimmering flames.
"Because, when the power becomes extremely powerful, the entire world will rely on this power to exist."
"In other words, the great wilderness exists because of the great sun and the golden crow."
"The soul of the Haotian Golden Crow is the origin of existence in this world!"
After thinking about this, he felt that his whole body was translucent, and the power of Golden Crow blood surged, and he evolved to another level without realizing it.
But instead of being happy, he looked gloomy.
This is obviously to let him realize the original power.
If it were other ruin realms, with the blessing of this source of power, he would be invincible in one realm.
But this is the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, and there are too many strong people in it.
If this kind of origin incarnation were known to those powerful people and those divine beasts, they would probably come to seize it directly.
Also, if anyone takes away the origin of the Great Sun and Golden Crow, the Great Desolate Ruins Realm will immediately collapse like other Ruin Realms.
The collapse of such a powerful Xu Realm may directly trigger the surge of deathly silence in the Ten Thousand Flowers Abyss, turning it into a new calamity.
"Is this the origin of the calamity?"
Lowering his head, Han Muye's Yuanling power converged, and his aura was just like that of a normal person, nothing special about him.
After seeing through the nature of this world, he was shocked in his heart.
But these things are still too far away for him to participate in now.
What he has to do now is to stimulate his own strength.
The power of the Yuanling circulated in his body, and Han Muye showed excitement on his face.
Understanding the original power of this world, even just a little bit, would be of great benefit to him.
At this time, the power of the Golden Crow Divine Flame in his hand reached a new level, reaching the point where it could burn the world.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With the blessing of this divine flame, even those who encounter a strong person in the true spirit realm can be feared.
The second benefit is that he can take out some of the treasures brought from outside the realm.
Various spiritual stones, divine crystals, as well as Tianyuan beads, elixirs, magic weapons, and fairy treasures.
It's a pity that his Soul Sword can't be taken out yet.
"Buzz——"
There was a sound, and a long black wooden box fell from his hand.
Wanhe sword box.
This treasure contains thousands of long swords, which were one of the things Han Muye relied on when he was in the immortal realm.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the sword box, and a faint power of Yuanling enveloped it.
The power of the Yuan Ling is not as pure as the Qi of the Immortal Spirit, nor as delicate as the Spiritual Qi, but it is the most vast and majestic existence.
Power is poured into the sword box and penetrates into each long sword, making the swords of these long swords vibrate, and the power inside them is constantly blended.
Refined with the power of Yuanling, it can warm and nourish the treasure!
Watching the immortal patterns on the sword box continue to evolve, Han Mu became more enlightened in his ambition.
Spirit pattern.
Immortal pattern.
The ultimate origin is the true spirit divine pattern.
The power in the world originates from the vastness and returns to the vastness.
The cycle goes on and on, with calamity as the node.
His whole body was shaken, and Han Muye slowly raised his hand.
He looked at his hands in surprise.
The insights I had just now were definitely not what he could achieve at the Daluo realm of spiritual cultivation.
It’s not like he can be in the ninth level of Yuanling in the Ruins Realm.
This is the Immortal Master’s realization!
This is the practice of the true spiritual realm!
Reaching out from his arms, he took out the piece of true spirit bone that he had originally obtained from Lu Changshan. It could be seen that there were streaks of black spiritual light on it.
"so close."
Just now, he himself was clearly plotted by the power of this true spiritual bone, leading him to a realm that he had not yet controlled.
If he really goes directly to comprehend the cultivation of the true spirit realm, there will only be one result, and that is the death of the body and the disappearance of the Tao, directly turning into a puppet of the true spirit bone.
Cultivation in this world is ultimately full of difficulties and dangers, and every step is arduous.
Taking out a jade box and sealing the true spirit bones, Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief.
For the next ten days, he continued to take out various treasures from outside the world in the retreat, some of which were re-refined, and some of which were refined into protective treasures.
"Buzz——"
When the door of the bluestone building opened, Han Muye, wearing a blue battle armor, holding a light golden spear, two swords thrust diagonally behind his back, and a black sword case on his back, strode out.
"Gather the masters of the clan to join the hunt in the wilderness."
Han Muye shouted loudly, and the cloud waves shook in the void.
In an instant, the sound of golden crows sounded over the entire Han Mountain, and countless golden crows turned into blazing suns and flew into the sky.
In the sky, the illusory golden crow spreads its wings, and its body turns into a solid, thousands-foot-long figure, standing proudly against the sky.
Three thousand strong men from Hanshan tribe gathered into a golden torrent, following Han Muye who transformed into a golden crow, soaring straight into the sky.