In front of Muyang Mountain, Mu Changkong led a group of strong men from the Golden Crow tribe behind him to wait.
"coming!"
Someone shouted low and pointed to the sky in front of him.
Over there, the clouds are rolling, the power of heaven and earth is turbulent, and golden streams of light are shining.
"It's the manifestation of the power of the Golden Crow bloodline."
The eyes of the black-robed old man standing next to Mu Changkong flashed with golden light, and he whispered: "The bloodline of this clan leader of the Hanshan tribe is probably not inferior to that of those direct descendants."
Mu Changkong nodded.
This is why he values Han Muye so much.
In his opinion, the future of this Hanshan tribe leader is limitless.
"Brother Changkong, let's go." Han Muye's voice sounded in the void.
The vast shadow of the Golden Crow has emerged.
The illusory golden crow formed into one body is thousands of feet tall, and every time it spreads its wings, it drives the strong wind to gather indiscriminately.
"Haha, we will definitely show off our skills on this trip!"
"Let's go to Qingkong Wasteland." Mu Changkong shouted loudly, and the disciples of the Golden Crow tribe behind him also flew up, and their strength became one with him.
Most of the ethnic groups in the wilderness still have some inheritance methods that connect Qi and blood.
Although this method of cohesion cannot increase combat power, it is convenient for traveling.
The golden crow spreads its wings for three thousand miles and soars up to the ninth heaven.
The sky was filled with the vibrating sound of golden crows, causing the clouds in the sky and earth to disperse.
"It's the Golden Crow tribe!"
On the ground, someone shouted.
The Golden Crow tribe is a large tribe in the wilderness. Flying across the sky at this time, it immediately attracted onlookers.
"I don't know which two Golden Crow tribes are going to Clear Sky Wasteland?"
"Looking at the extraordinary momentum, there are at least two large clans of 100,000 people, right?"
Some people quietly lowered their heads, not looking at the Golden Crow that revealed the power of the sun.
Some people's eyes flashed with divine light, trying to see through the two golden crows.
After flying for three days, a black thousand-foot-long giant bird blocked the way in front of him.
"A flying harrier in the sky?" Han Muye's voice sounded.
The flying harrier in the sky is an exotic bird from ancient times, with fast speed and fierce attacks.
These strange beasts like to kill flying birds for food.
Although the cultivation level of this Thousand-foot Yun Tian Fei Yao has not reached the realm of true spirit, it is at least the ninth level of Yuanling.
Han Muye and his team were not the only ones blocking the way.
The teams of many ethnic groups below have dispersed.
Some of the ethnic groups that had fled before were also hiding quietly in the air.
If you face this powerful bird in the sky, you will probably suffer heavy casualties.
"Brother Han, let me come." Mu Changkong's voice sounded.
Mu Changkong's cultivation level is already at the peak of the ninth level of Yuanling. It is not difficult to deal with this flying harrier.
"No need." Han Muye said calmly.
"Gather." His voice sounded again.
As the words fell, a strong light of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow emerged between heaven and earth.
The light and shadow turned into a spear that soared into the sky and pierced directly towards the flying harrier in the sky blocking the front.
The light of the Golden Crow is a spear!
This is the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, the awakening of the Golden Crow bloodline of the Great Sun!
The flying harrier screamed strangely in the sky, spread its wings, turned around and ran away.
If it dares to block the golden light of the sun, the endless power of heaven and earth will hit it in the next moment.
It's not stupid.
Until the harrier fled, everyone looked up at the golden spear in the sky.
"Let's go."
Han Muye raised his hand and waved the spear away, then the golden crow shadow behind him spread its wings and flew away through the air.
It wasn't until they were tens of thousands of miles away that Mu Changkong's voice came from behind.
"Makino, why do you show the power of Golden Crow bloodline so much?"
He didn't understand that Han Muye possessed the awakened power of the Golden Crow bloodline, which should be their trump card when hunting.
Why show it now.
"Brother Changkong, since we are hunting, we still don't know who the prey is, so there is no need to blindly hide our strength." Han Muye's voice revealed pride.
"Don't worry, it's just blood power."
The power of the Golden Crow bloodline is strong, but it is not Han Muye's truly powerful method.
He was now at the ninth level of Yuanling and took out the Wanhe Sword Box.
Swordsmanship is his strongest method.
The Golden Crow flew away extremely fast, and three days later, it suddenly landed in an endless wasteland.
On the wasteland, the energy and blood were soaring to the sky at this time, and endless divine light and Yuanling intertwined.
A tribe of birds in the sky, a tribe of beasts on the earth.
The phantoms of various Yuanlings soared into the sky and collided with each other, as if they were trying to open up their own realm between heaven and earth.
"boom--"
Two golden crow shadows fell and directly opened up a world.
Around him, the phantom of a strange beast Yuanling was knocked away, and he did not dare to face it directly.
The golden crow's long cry shook the heaven and earth, seeming to demonstrate its sovereignty.
"Humph, what's so great about the Golden Crow Clan?" Someone whispered, snorting coldly, but their eyes were full of fear.
"The Golden Crow of the Great Sun is indeed domineering, worthy of the name of the top clan in the wilderness." There were also people with admiration in their eyes, staring at the phantom of the Golden Crow.
People's hearts are never the same in the world, and their thoughts are also different.
It is impossible to be recognized by everyone, the only thing you have to do is to let your own strength become the strongest backing.
"call out--"
A golden stream of light fell in front of Han Muye and the others.
Han Muye raised his hand to catch it.
"Zhuoyuan Golden Crow's summons order."
Zhuoyuan tribe, the largest Golden Crow clan within thousands of miles.
There are millions of clansmen in the clan, with three powerful men from the True Spirit Realm sitting in charge, many masters from the ninth level of Yuanling, and other powerful men who have awakened the Golden Crow bloodline.
At this time, Mu Changkong also held a golden light in his hand.
"Are you going?" Han Muye looked at Mu Changkong.
"Go, why don't you go." Mu Changkong grinned and said: "This kind of summoning order for the big clan will share the benefits."
Since all parties are to be summoned, it is natural that sufficient benefits must be provided.
If not, who will serve?
Hearing his words, Han Muye took the golden light into his palm, turned it into a golden pattern, and then attracted the three thousand tribesmen behind him to move forward quickly.
Mu Changkong also followed closely, with Mu Yangshan's 20,000-strong army behind him roaring.
After traveling thousands of miles, a large camp appeared.
The camp covers an area of hundreds of miles, and a golden crow stands in the sky.
In the middle of the camp, a three-thousand-foot-tall golden crow floats in the air, its golden eyes looking around, as bright as the sun in the sky.
"That's Zhuo Yuanbu."
"More than 180 large and small Golden Crow tribes have gathered around."
Mu Changkong's face looked slightly solemn, and he said solemnly: "I'm afraid this hunting is not as simple as we thought."
Along the way, many other large clans also formed large camps.
This is something that has never happened before in wilderness hunting.
Han Muye nodded, his eyes falling on those golden golden crow shadows.
The huge golden crow in the middle seemed to sense something and turned its head slightly.
"The Hanshan tribe and the Muyangshan tribe have arrived."
When we walked outside the camp, there were already people shouting at the gate of the camp.
A group of soldiers wearing golden armor blocked Han Muye and the others.
There are few ethnic groups in the wilderness who can wear armor.
Regardless of whether it is the Hanshan tribe or the Muyangshan tribe, not everyone wears armor.
In fact, with the financial resources of the Hanshan tribe and the treasures brought by Han Muye himself, it is not difficult to make everyone in the Hanshan tribe wear armor.
It's even an extremely simple thing.
But Han Muye didn't do that.
Although the Hanshan tribe is the ethnic group he controls in the Great Wilderness Realm, he will eventually leave.
Besides, for the Golden Crow, the best armor is the awakening of their own bloodline power.
War Armor is sometimes a burden.
Looking at the army behind Han Muye and the others, a trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the golden-armored general leading the group.
The armor is incomplete and the weapons are in a mess.
One can imagine the fighting power of such a group.
"Hanshan tribe, Muyang Mountain tribe." The Jinwu tribe leader showed the power of light blue Yuanling.
The Seventh Level Yuanling.
"You go and complete the battle armor of your tribe first and then come back."
He raised his hand and waved, turned around and left.
War armor replenishment?
What's the meaning?
Mu Changkong shouted: "Where can I go to mend my clothes and armor?"
Upon hearing his words, the general turned around with a smile on his face and pointed outside the camp: "Go and grab it!"
He sneered and looked at Han Muye and Mu Changkong: "Is it possible that I want you to enter the camp and then give you my Zhuoyuan tribe's armor?"
"I don't have all the armor, so I'm embarrassed to come and join the hunt."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Mu Changkong's face turned livid, and the Yuanling behind him slowly emerged.
"Forget it, I guess the strength of the tribe in this camp is enough." Han Muye reached out and patted Mu Changkong's shoulder and said calmly.
The minds of those who received the summoned tribe were extremely smart.
If it weren't for the high-level orders from the Zhuoyuan tribe here, this person would never have dared to stop the Hanshan tribe and the Muyangshan tribe from entering the camp.
At this point, it seems that the force of the contraction must be sufficient and it is not needed anymore.
Mu Changkong punched his fist in anger, turned around and strode away.
Han Muye did not stay any longer, turned around, and led the tribe away.
In the large tent in the middle of the camp, a young man wearing a light yellow robe stood with his hands behind his back.
"Is that the one who is said to be the first descendant to awaken the Golden Crow bloodline in ten thousand years?" A sneer appeared on the young man's face, and a faint golden light flashed in his eyes.
The Golden Crow bloodline has been awakened, but it is not strong enough.
"What the Crown Prince said is that this person is the leader of the Hanshan tribe and has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. According to calculations, he has at least reached the realm of the blazing sun."
Behind the young man, an old man wearing a blue robe whispered.
The bloodline of the Golden Crow clan has different levels according to its richness.
Chaoyang, scorching sun, blazing sun, Blazing Sun Golden Crow, Yongming Golden Crow, Great Sun Golden Crow, Haotian Golden Crow.
Being able to awaken to the Lieyang bloodline is a sure-fire true spiritual seed.
After hearing the old man's words, the face of the young man in yellow robe turned gloomy.
He himself had only awakened the power of Chaoyang's bloodline.
Among peers, there are very few who have awakened the power of the blazing sun.
How could a small ethnic group of tens of thousands of people in the remote Hanshan tribe be able to awaken the Lieyang bloodline?
"Hmph, after this hunting, I don't want to see this Han Shan tribe." The young man in yellow robe shouted lowly, turned around and walked into the big tent.
The green-robed old man nodded and turned to look at Han Muye and the others who had already left the camp.
"Everyone, this time the human race's Ten Thousand Flowers Immortal Dynasty's army is dispatched and coming in force. We must not underestimate it. We must gather all the Golden Crow ethnic groups, and no scattered ethnic groups can be surrounded and killed..."
In the big tent, a majestic voice sounded.
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Ten days later, with a roar in the void, countless ethnic groups rushed towards the wasteland.
Clear Sky Wasteland is a vast territory, with armies rushing into it and slowly dispersing into small black dots.
Only those large ethnic groups, formed into large battle formations, with tens of millions of troops advancing slowly, looked more spectacular.
The most magnificent of them is a huge military formation composed of two million people, and a human army full of chariots and many alien beasts pulling chariots.
The army of two million people is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, led by Chao Liehou Wu Zhuang.
Wu Zhuang, the Liehou of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, a strong man in the True Spirit Realm, once led an army to conquer the depths of the wilderness and slaughtered many strange beasts.
His hands are stained with the blood of many great wilderness tribes.
But at this time, hunting in the wilderness, facing an army of two million, it was difficult for all the tribes in the wilderness to join forces to attack.
The two million troops were in neat formations, equipped with spears, armor, bows and chariots.
The army moved in an orderly manner.
Such a military formation would not be able to break through without three or five times the force.
How can all the tribes in the wilderness have a united army of millions?
If all the races in the Great Wilderness could work together, how could there be any chance for the human race to rise as an immortal dynasty?
This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.
The human race on the other side is full of chariots, and millions of troops are all traveling in chariots.
These chariots are equipped with various war equipment and powerful alien beasts pulling the chariots, which look ferocious and tyrannical.
Although it is an army of one million, its momentum is even more powerful than that of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, which has an army of two million.
This is the army of Xuanling Fairy Kingdom.
These two armies put great pressure on all ethnic groups, and many ethnic groups quietly stayed away.
Even those big families who have gathered the power of the same bloodline from all sides are also cautious.
"Everything is clear." On a deserted hill, Han Dingyi, carrying a big bow, walked up to Han Muye.
"They are really here for the auspicious beast."
"The birthday of the little princess of the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom is coming soon. In order to celebrate her birthday, all parties in the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom are dispatched to find various auspicious beasts."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Han Ding reached out and pointed into the distance and whispered: "It is said that the little princess of the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom had visions when she was born, and all the strange beasts were close to her."
"The Xuanling Fairy Kingdom has gathered all kinds of strange beasts now because their little princess took action and drew the divine pattern that can make the strange beasts surrender."
A natural phenomenon.
Han Mu's ambition was shaken.
He also knows how to make monsters surrender.
But if it's a mythical beast, I'm afraid it might be a little difficult.
But with some bloodline inheritance methods, it might really be possible.
Could this little princess also be the one who came to the Ruins Realm with me?
It's a bit far, so I'll explore it again when I get the chance.
"As for the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, I heard that it is also for the enlightened beast." Han Ding shook his head and whispered: "If this enlightened beast is hunted and killed, its true spirit power can create at least three true spiritual realms."
"As for the other tribes, most of them are also here for this mythical beast."
This is easy to understand.
The purpose of hunting is to obtain powerful bloodline power.
If not, who would want to come?
This type of hunting is extremely dangerous.
If it's not good, it may lead to the destruction of the ethnic group.
"Thank you for your hard work." Han Muye reached out and patted Han Dingyi's shoulder, then turned to look at Mu Changkong beside him.
Now on their hillock, there are not only their two tribes, but also two Jinwu tribes who have also not been subdued by the Zhuoyuan tribe.
The two Golden Crow tribesmen have even fewer people, with only a thousand people together.
The strongest among them are the two clan leaders in the eighth-level Yuanling realm.
In addition to these two groups, there are seven or eight other various ethnic groups.
There are more than 300 people from the Qinglang clan, more than 1,000 people from the Yunbao clan, and 2,000 people from the Tian Yunhe clan.
They are not a powerful ethnic group.
These groups of people who had no one to take them in gathered together to get some benefits from the hunt.
The reason for not relying on most people is because even if they do, they will not be taken seriously and will even be used as a loss.
It's better to just stick together like this.
"Everyone, the hunting has begun, let's go."
Han Muye nodded towards Mu Changkong and then raised his hand.
Figures rushed forward.
People from other ethnic groups also rushed towards the wasteland.
On the wasteland, countless wild beasts, powerful and exotic beasts of all kinds, collided among the hunting teams.
Various spirits appeared, and the power of heaven and earth in the void gradually became chaotic.
Behind Han Muye, the Jinwu tribe members of the Hanshan tribe followed in an orderly manner and steadily.
"Roar--"
With a roar, two three-foot-tall bloody giant bears with long tails and armor rushed towards Han Muye and his team.
"The silver-ringed blood-scale bear has the bloodline of ancient beasts. It is extremely powerful and has extremely strong physical defense." Mu Changkong took a deep breath and stepped forward, holding a long knife in his hand. "How about, let's see who is faster?"
"Kill." Han Muye, holding a golden spear, responded with this sentence.
He flew up, the spear in his hand turned into nine golden crow shadows, and smashed it down on the giant bear's head.
"The art of the Nine Heavens War Spear is amazing!" Mu Changkong's eyes lit up, and he shouted as he looked at the nine rays of golden light pierced by Han Muye.
He himself didn't stop, he flew up and slashed down with the long sword in his hand.
The sword light turned into a shadow that split the sky and the earth, flashing cyan light.
"boom--"
Nine golden crow phantoms swamped a silver-ringed blood-scaled bear, and countless golden lights intertwined and exploded, turning into long arrows scattered in all directions, penetrating into the weak points of the giant bear's blood armor.
The giant bear roared wildly, with blood splattering all over its body.
On the other side, eight silver light patterns appeared on another blood-scaled bear. He stood up and punched out.
"Bang!"
The long knife collided with the giant fist formed by the silver ring. The blade paused slightly, splitting the silver ring directly, and slashed across the forehead of the blood-scaled bear.
The huge blood-scaled bear's body shattered into pieces, and the scattered energy and blood surged toward the surroundings like bloody cloud waves.
Mu Changkong, who was at the front, had a faint silver light drawing blood around him.
Hunting exotic beasts can excite their bloodline power.
In this way, masters like them who are stuck in the bottleneck of cultivation can have a chance to break through.
Above the wasteland, there is such blood mist everywhere.
This is the most direct killing.
"Bang——"
The body of another blood-scaled bear, whose body was penetrated by the light transformed by Han Muye's spear, also exploded, and its energy, blood and original power were scattered.
However, the blood-colored scales of this blood-scaled bear were not damaged at all and were still bloody as it fell to the ground.
Mu Changkong put away his sword and laughed.
His sword made the scattered ethnic groups around him look sideways. The power of the sword was so powerful that it made people frightened.
Compared with him, Han Muye's shot looked much more low-key.
But Han Muye got the scale armor of an eighth-level Yuanling supernatural beast, and his harvest was much greater than him.
Neither of them suffered a loss.
"Continue." Mu Changkong raised his head and looked at the low hills in the distance.
Over there, thousands of people were surrounding several tall alien beasts, slowly killing them.
It's just that those strange beasts are obviously powerful, and it's difficult for thousands of people to take them down.
"Pull up your scales and keep moving forward." Han Muye shouted, holding a spear and walking alongside Mu Changkong.
The two men rushed up the hill, the swords and guns in their hands burst into glory. The power of the brilliant silver spirit behind Mu Changkong shone, and Han Muye's body turned into a golden crow shadow.
However, those strange beasts were eliminated with a few moves, and the two of them led the group away without stopping.
"A strong man from the Golden Crow tribe?" Seeing the two men leading the large group of people to leave, the people of the tribe on the hill who thought they would not get any benefits were a little confused.
The body of the alien beast killed by Han Muye and Mu Changkong was still in its original place, and the two men did not take it away.
This is a gift.
"Let's go, follow." Someone whispered, leading the ethnic masters behind them to follow Han Muye and his team.
The hunt in the wilderness continues, and we encounter more and more strange beasts, which are getting stronger and stronger.
There are the red flame tigers that spit out poisonous fire and directly incinerate an area of 10,000 feet, and there are also blood moon demon wolves that form in groups and can attack and kill isolated tribes.
Of course, the gains for all ethnic groups are also great.
Within a month, more than 300 masters in the Han Shan tribe had broken through to the fifth level of Yuanling.
There are more than forty people on the sixth level of Yuanling.
The cultivation levels of Han Jin, Han Dingyi and others have also improved a lot.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The key is that this kind of killing makes their combat power purer.
"boom--"
Ahead, the loud roar of strong men fighting could be heard.
After a month of traveling deep into the wilderness, many tribes could no longer hold on.
Because the fighting power of that kind of tyrannical beast is so strong, it can directly sweep away thousands of people.
It's not like the human race can form a battle array, who can hold it?
These tribes either quit hunting, or they followed the big tribes and took advantage of them.
Others are looking for a group of people to hang out with.
Unknowingly, Han Muye and the others had gathered dozens of ethnic groups, numbering more than 100,000.
Han Muye and Mu Changkong did not control these tribes.
This kind of loose cluster can be fine when the wind is going smoothly, but it will inevitably break up once it encounters a tough battle.
They are not familiar ethnic groups, and it is difficult to work together.
There is no need to waste time dealing with these people.
However, there are advantages to having a large number of people. At least when encountering other ethnic groups, they will not be inferior in momentum.
After climbing over the low hills, the scene ahead unfolds.
"Human race!" Someone shouted in a low voice.
In the wasteland ahead, there are human armies stretching.
The human army wearing red battle armor formed battle formations, square and orderly.
The alien beasts surrounded by the army, even if they were tall and powerful, could not break out.
"shoot--"
A military order was heard.
"Bang——"
Long arrows flew down like rain, covering them layer by layer, shooting those tall alien beasts to the ground.
Wherever the army passes, it is like plowing a field.
This kind of power made the tribes on the hills speechless.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the strict military formation.
This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.
Facing such a large army, the 100,000 people behind him would not be able to resist for a quarter of an hour.
No, under a few rounds of arrows, those scattered groups will flee.
Walking down the hill, he raised his hand and pulled out a long green arrow stuck two feet deep in the ground.
"What a brilliant forging method." Mu Changkong whispered from the side.
The arrow is made of green steel, has a long barb, and has a faint divine pattern.
This divine pattern is very shallow, with only a hint of power.
Break armor.
Thousands of these arrows gathered together are invincible.
Han Muye also looked slightly solemn.
The Wanhua Immortal Dynasty is more powerful than he imagined.
Look up at the sky, the sun is brilliant.
To fight against such a powerful opponent as Wanhua Immortal Dynasty is really exciting!
"Let's go." He flew up, looked for a direction, and rushed over.
Mu Changkong and the others led the army to follow.
Ten days later, Han Muye and the others stopped on a vast grassland.
Ahead, a group of nearly 300,000 people surrounded a group of strange beasts.
"The Star Unicorn."
"I also need that unicorn." Mu Changkong's fighting spirit gathered in his body.
"Okay," Han Muye raised the spear in his hand and pointed forward.