Two torrents collided in front of a jagged mountain peak.
For a moment, there was a roar and explosion, and the world seemed to be torn apart.
On top of the mountain peak is a golden door of light, one hundred feet high and thirty feet wide.
Passing through the light door, you can step into the second level of the secret realm.
It is said that there are stronger monsters and beasts in the second secret realm, and the power of suppression is also greater.
The blood power in it can also give a greater chance of stimulating the awakening of the Golden Crow bloodline.
Han Muye and Shang Zhenyu flew out and blocked the light door.
The blood power of the Golden Crow clan was activated and turned into a virtual shadow of the Golden Crow.
There are only four human true spirits on this first level, and they are no better than the three of them.
As long as they can deal with it, they can even fight back.
The individual strength of the Golden Crow tribe surpasses that of the human race.
Those human armies were unable to fully utilize their battle formation advantages in front of the mountain. The 60,000 Golden Crow elites could slowly destroy these human armies.
"boom--"
The armies collided, golden light and the light of various spirits shone.
By now, the human army no longer conceals itself, and the power of the Yuanling each has cultivated has burst out.
Green wolves, black panthers, and black bears are the most powerful beasts with both strength and speed.
There are also many strange beasts such as the one-horned evil dragon and the cloud-patterned black tiger.
Generally speaking, in terms of the power of Yuanling alone, the human race cannot compare to the Golden Crow, the divine beast of the Golden Crow tribe.
However, Han Muye knew that the advantage of the human race was that it was a large and united group, and could obtain the greatest benefits at the lowest cost.
"kill!"
Han Muye, who was holding a long sword, rushed forward with the Golden Crow True Spirit shining behind him.
The four true spirits of the human race looked at each other, and two of them flew to stop them.
The other two fought against Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu.
The sword flew in Han Muye's hand, and every thrust of the sword triggered a surge of power from heaven and earth.
The two human true spirits looked solemn.
Although Han Muye did not display the armor capable of killing real spirits at this time, his swordsmanship was already taken seriously by them.
Han Muye wielded the sword in his hand, becoming increasingly familiar with the power of the true spirit realm.
His sword light also continued to extend from the initial hundred feet.
The True Spirit Realm is the realm of the Immortal Lord, where power control has touched the rules.
The Immortal Lord emphasizes luck, while the Immortal Lord pursues rules.
Only the Immortal Lord who controls the rules can have a chance to survive the calamity.
When Han Muye communicated with Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang, he discovered that the true spirits in the Great Wilderness Realm need to master the rules in their second transformation.
In other words, the combat power of an ordinary true spirit is only equivalent to that of an Immortal Lord who has just joined the Immortal Lord and has not yet mastered the rules.
He surpassed the Immortal Lord, but was unable to resist in the hands of the veteran Immortal Lord.
The combat prowess of those immortals who have survived numerous calamities is even more unpredictable.
Although Han Muye had come into contact with several Immortal Lords and even sneak-attacked the incarnation of the Immortal Lord Styx, he knew that the power controlled by the truly powerful Immortal Lord was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary true spirits.
At this time, he faced two true spirit realms. The sword in his hand was shining brightly, and every move carried the power in this space, turning into the golden crow divine flame, burning the surrounding world.
The two true spirit realms stood in front of him and retreated, not daring to confront him head-on.
"boom--"
With one slash of the sword, a golden red fire cloud spread over a hundred miles.
Standing at the center of the flame, Han Muye was suddenly shaken.
rule!
Fire rules!
This is the flame rule contained in the Golden Crow Divine Flame!
It turns out that it is not that there is no control of the power of rules in the wilderness, it is just unnecessary.
In the era of great wilderness, power was rough and control was not refined.
But power is power, and the power of rules has already been integrated into it, but it has not been refined.
At this time, his long sword continued to guide him, finally stimulating the subtleties of that power and distinguishing a trace of rules.
flame.
For the power of the Golden Crow, the power of fire is the lowest level.
If the Golden Crow was just a flame, it would not be able to hang high in the sky and become the master of the world.
"The power of the Blazing Sun and the Golden Crow can control the rules of fire."
"This kind of control rules is completely different from the previous rules where the power can only be controlled slightly."
Pointing forward the long sword in his hand, Han Muye whispered softly.
He could feel the flames around him flowing with his thoughts.
Within a hundred miles, all flames obey his orders.
"So in ancient times there were gods of various powers because they controlled the rules of this power."
"Just like this, right now!"
Han Muye raised the sword in his hand.
Hundreds of miles of flames gathered into a sword.
The long sword strikes down!
"boom--"
Thousand-mile sword edge, flames raging into the sky!
Take control, the rules of fire!
Han Muye's body was entangled with the power of rules.
Although the power of rules he had mastered before cannot be used in this Fangxu Realm, he can quickly improve after controlling the rules of fire.
This is the pull of one's own strength.
"Quickly retreat!"
In front of Han Muye, the two true spirits could not stop him at all and could only retreat.
As soon as they retreated, the other two human true spirits did not dare to stay any longer. With a shout, they led the army back thousands of miles.
This battle only lasted for two hours, and the Golden Crow tribe who blocked the second-floor light gate were completely victorious.
Seeing the human army retreating after losing many corpses, there was a cheer in front of the mountain.
"Clan Chief Han is really brave." Shang Zhenyu looked at Han Muye and sighed softly.
When you first enter the True Spirit, you can fight against two True Spirits alone and make them retreat. Who can imagine this level of combat power?
Zhang Chenyang also nodded with admiration.
For such a person, his level of cultivation in the future is limitless.
The human race retreated, and Han Muye and the three of them went outside the golden light door and sat cross-legged.
According to their plan, they will not enter the second floor for the time being, but will stay here to wear away the power of the human race.
This place is not suitable for the human army to deploy, and the four powerful true spirits cannot shake the three of them.
If you stay here, you have a good chance of winning.
Taking advantage of the human race's retreat, Han Muye quickly meditated and adjusted his breath.
In front of him, golden light rose up, shrouding him in it.
It is difficult for outsiders to detect his status.
"Buzz——"
In the palm of his hand, a golden light appeared.
Within this golden light is the True Spirit Golden Crow that he cultivated.
His true spirit is completely gathered by the Golden Crow Divine Flame.
On the other side, a pair of black armor fell in front of him.
Honghuangjia.
Golden flames covered the armor, allowing him to feel the power awakening in the armor.
The real power of the Ancient Armor is not the strength of the spiritual materials used, nor the strength of the forging techniques.
The Primordial Armor and the Primordial War Puppet are the same method. The more powerful the power is absorbed, the more powerful the power will be displayed later.
Thinking of the war puppet, Han Muye didn't know where the God-Slaughter war puppet was now.
However, the soul of the God-Slaying War Puppet is very powerful, so it is not difficult to wake up.
The true spirit power and the prehistoric armor grind against each other, making Han Muye's aura more solemn.
With the help of the Prehistoric Armor, he can exert much greater combat power.
In a world like the Great Wasteland, overly complicated moves are useless.
In the True Spirit Realm, as for Taoist techniques that borrow the power of heaven and earth, all kinds of sword techniques that harness the power of heaven and earth are of no use.
In the face of an overly powerful force, the struggle between physical body, bloodline, and inherited power is all real.
A single point of strength can shatter the whole world. This is the strong man.
Han Muye already understood this truth when he first refined the dragon crocodile body.
Whether it's the Great Wilderness or the Great Desolation, it's all a true battle of absolute power.
This kind of power is a combination of countless medium-attribute powers. A powerful person can shatter even a calamity.
"Bang——"
The light array around him exploded, and Han Muye flew up.
In the distance, the human race came in formation again.
This time, the war condensed into a golden-armored warrior, holding a long-handled battle ax and charging towards the mountain.
Han Muye, Shang Zhenjiu and the others did not hesitate, flew directly and collided with those golden-armored warriors.
"boom--"
Han Muye shattered the shadow of the warrior in front of him with one punch.
The ferocity of his boxing skills made Zhang Chenyang speechless.
After only half an hour of fighting, the human army retreated again.
If Han Muye hadn't been slowly figuring out the combination of his own strength and the Great Desolate Armor, as well as his understanding of the power of the True Spirit Realm, he would have been able to repel the two True Spirits in front of him.
Of course, it would be difficult for two human true spirits to seriously injure and kill them if they join forces.
"Clan Chief Han, I wonder if I can learn this boxing technique?" Zhang Chenyang walked up to Han Muye, bowed and spoke.
Shang Zhenyu's eyes lit up, and he looked at Han Muye expectantly.
"They are all from the Golden Crow clan, so they can naturally learn from them."
Han Muye smiled and spoke.
In the next ten days, Han Muye taught Zhang Chenyang and the others the Sky-breaking Fist.
Not only the two Golden Crow True Spirit Realm masters, but also other strong men were very interested in Han Muye's boxing technique and came to learn it.
In addition to Han Muye, Han Jin and Han Dingyi, everyone from the Zhuo Yuan tribe also practiced this boxing technique.
Of course, in terms of proficiency in boxing skills, Han Muye is the only one who can form a fist with the Sky-breaking Fist.
In the past ten days, the human army came to attack and kill several times, but they all returned without their armor.
Especially when Shang Zhen Prison Cultivator became more and more proficient in the Sky-breaking Fist, the power of the boxing became more powerful, and one person could suppress the opponent's true spirit.
In this way, the battle becomes even more immediate.
The human army was even more hesitant to move forward.
According to Han Muye's calculations, in just one month, the human army will slowly be depleted and there will be no fighting power left.
Even the four powerful true spirits would be in disarray.
This is the secret place of the Golden Crow Clan!
The longer the human race stays here, the more dangerous it will be.
When the army of the Golden Crow tribe comes in from outside, or someone strong steps in, they will die without a place to die.
The Golden Crow Clan is not a small tribe, so it is impossible for them to turn a blind eye to the over 100,000 human troops and so many True Spirit Realms mixed into their secret place.
For Han Muye and the others, the more they defend, the better their chances of winning.
For the human race, if they stay one more day, their crisis will increase.
"Buzz——"
Above the sky, in the endless dark space, a golden light suddenly flashed.
The golden light seemed to be a crack torn from the outside.
In front of the mountain peak, everyone raised their heads with excitement on their faces.
"It's me, the strong man of the Golden Crow clan!"
"The strong men of the Golden Crow Clan are finally coming in!"
Countless Golden Crow elites shouted loudly.
How desperate they are in this secret place is completely unimaginable to outsiders.
Facing the human army, facing so many true spirits of the human race.
If it hadn't been for Patriarch Han Muye's efforts to turn the tide, they might have all died here.
"Where is Shangzhen Prison——"
In the void, a roaring sound sounded like thunder.
An illusory golden face emerged.
"Shang Zhenyu pays homage to Elder Shang Jian!" Shang Zhenyu took a step forward and shouted.
This person is the elder of their Shangtang tribe, a strong man who has reached the peak of the second level of true spirit.
"Shangzhen Prison, Zhiyang City was attacked and killed by strong humans. City Lord He desperately destroyed the altar. Ten days later, the Seizing the Sun Conference will end."
From above, Shang Jian's words made everyone's eyes widen.
Zhiyang City was attacked and the altar was destroyed.
The human race actually sent out strong men to attack Zhiyang City!
City Lord He is in the realm of the second transformation of the true spirit, and he can't even resist it.
How strong are humans?
If the altar is destroyed, can they still get out?
"You need to pass through the third level of the secret realm within ten days, get the approval of my predecessors from the Golden Crow tribe, and leave from the ancient Golden Crow Divine Courtyard ruins."
Golden Crow Divine Court!
There is a large city built by the predecessors of the Golden Crow tribe countless thousands of years ago.
But the place has become ruins, and it is occupied by humans!
How is it possible to leave from the Golden Crow Divine Court!
Shang Zhenyu suddenly turned pale.
Not only him, but all the people of the Golden Crow clan looked pale.
"Senior, we are leaving from the Golden Crow Divine Court. Are they ready to respond?"
Han Muye's voice suddenly sounded.
He didn't ask whether he could go out or how to go out. He asked about what preparations he would make outside after going out.
In the sky, the face revealed by the light curtain revealed a strange color, and Elder Shang Jian's eyes fell on Han Muye.
"Yes, in ten days we will raid the former site of Shenting under the leadership of the great elder and clan leader."
"If you can't come back that day, there's nothing we can do."
In the void, Elder Shang Jian's voice revealed a hint of helplessness.
Under the mountain peak, everyone was silent.
If it weren't for the fact that there was really no other way, Elder Shang Jian would not have said such a thing.
Here, there are tens of thousands of elites from the Golden Crow clan.
Here, there are also core descendants of the clan like Shang Zhenyu.
If the elites of the Golden Crow tribe were lost here this time, they might not be able to regain their strength for countless years to come.
Who else will dare to participate in the Sun Seizing Conference in the future?
The inheritance of the Golden Crow Clan may be cut off immediately.
"Don't worry, if you really can't leave this time, just stay in the secret place for hundreds of years, and our three major clans will definitely open another secret place -"
Elder Shang Jian's voice faded, and the golden cracks in the void closed.
For these elites of the Golden Crow tribe, this was a bolt from the blue.
Countless people were slumped on the ground, as if their bones had been extracted from their bodies.
Who dares to say that he can break through the third level in ten days and get approval from the seniors of the Golden Crow clan.
Over countless thousands of years, how many of them have been recognized by the true souls and remnant souls of the predecessors of the Golden Crow clan?
As for cultivating in secret places, that is even more impossible.
Everyone knows that the power of death in the secret land will contaminate the body. Over time, everyone will lose their mind and become existences like those strange beasts in the secret land.
One hundred years, even ten years can't be stayed.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, between heaven and earth, a long golden arrow shot in from outside the sky.
The long golden arrow landed directly on the human camp.
After a while, loud shouts came from the human camp.
Countless spirits formed a battle formation and gathered into golden armor.
"go home--"
"King Tian Zhen has an order to break through the secret place of the Golden Crow Clan and go home——"
The aura of the human race is so strong that the golden-red blood illuminates half of the world.
At this moment, the morale of the Golden Crow tribe dropped.
The human race can send messages through secret places, but the Golden Crow tribe does not have such means.
Also, many of the Golden Crow people present have heard of the name of the Human Clan’s King of Heaven.
It is said that he is a strong man with great fighting prowess.
"What should I do?" Zhang Chenyang's face flashed with despair and he whispered in a low voice.
Shang Zhenyu turned his head and looked at Han Muye.
Although Han Muye's expression was solemn at this time, he was not as panicked as the others.
"Clan Chief Han, if you command our Golden Crow army to move forward, Shang is still willing to be the vanguard."
Zhang Chenyang was shocked and nodded.
"Patriarch, Han Dingyi swears to follow the patriarch to the death!" Not far away, Han Dingyi knelt on one knee and shouted loudly.
"Han Jin swears to follow the clan leader to the death!" Han Jin also knelt down.
Beside them, Zhuo Wu and others looked at each other and knelt on one knee: "Clan Chief Han, we will follow you to the death!"
For a moment, under the mountain peak, figures knelt down one after another.
It's not about loyalty at this time, but so that everyone can be of the same mind.
Without the will to fight to the death, it is impossible to rush to the third floor of the secret place.
Han Muye's eyes flashed with golden light.
At this moment, the power of the Golden Crow bloodline in his body was so intense that it seemed to be burning.
The Golden Crow True Spirit behind him automatically appeared.
The flame rules he originally mastered also emerged, turning into a golden mysterious aura that enveloped him.
The power of Golden Crow bloodline and the rules of fire are just the foundation.
Above all, there is sacrifice!
The golden crow hangs high in the sky, it is a sacrifice!
Burning oneself to illuminate the heaven and earth is the power of sacrifice!
This is also a rule.
sacrifice.
"Buzz——"
Behind Han Muye, golden light turned into a faint halo.
The second rule.
This sacrifice is not death, but the same as the Nirvana of the Phoenix clan.
Put yourself to death and live again!
"Shang Zhen Prison, Zhang Chenyang, if we want to lead the army all the way to the third floor, you and I may die here."
Han Muye looked at Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu with a calm expression and a loud voice.
"If the three of us rush to the third floor alone, there is a 90% chance of getting out."
"How do you choose?"
After Han Muye finished speaking, he looked at the two people quietly.
In front of the mountain, everyone fell silent.
All eyes were focused on Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang.
The expressions of the two people changed.
Don't hesitate, it's fake.
In the face of life and death, who can not hesitate?
"Huh, Chief Han, how do you choose?" Shang Zhenyu took a long breath and looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.
Zhang Chenyang also raised his head and stared at him.
Everyone's eyes turned to Han Muye again.
Han Ding in the distance moved the corner of his mouth, but did not speak.
He wanted to persuade Han Muye to leave directly.
Because he knew how amazing his clan leader was and how much potential he had.
Patriarch, you cannot die here.
"Shang Zhen Prison, you are the vanguard, leading an army of 50,000 people to enter the second floor first, clear the obstacles, kill the strange beasts quickly, and gain the qualification to enter the third floor."
"Zhang Chenyang, you follow me and lead 10,000 Jin clan members to stay to stop the enemy."
"We want to prevent those humans from attacking the army and give them less chance to enter the third-level secret place."
The Golden Crow True Spirit rose up from Han Muye's body and shouted loudly.
Shang Zhenyu cupped his fists and saluted, and Zhang Chenyang nodded heavily.
"All the ninth-level Yuanlings will stay, and the eighth-level and lower Prince Sui Shang Zhen Yu will advance to the second-level secret place!"
After Han Muye finished speaking, he turned to look at Shang Zhen Prison and lowered his voice: "On the second floor, we may encounter a human army."
"Zhang Yu may have died."
If Zhang Yu falls, there will be an army of 20,000 people and two true human spirits on the second level. Shang Zhenyu and his army of 50,000 will have to fight them, and it will not be easy to obtain the qualifications to enter the next level.
"Don't worry." Shang Zhenyu nodded, a trace of passion flashed across his face, "I promise to complete the mission."
The 50,000-strong army quickly gathered, and all the powerful men from the ninth level of Yuanling stayed behind.
Zhang Chenyang and Han Muye stood side by side.
In front of the mountain peak, the human army has roared and rushed over.
Han Muye shouted low, his ancient armor shining, and his body transformed into a thousand-foot golden armored warrior.
The True Spirit of the Golden Crow attaches to the golden armor and condenses into a cloak of flames, and a long sword appears in the hand, condensed with the True Spirit Bones.
"kill--"
The golden-armored warrior took one step forward and struck down with his long sword.
At this time, no sword move could compare to this pure slashing.
The concentration of this sword's power, if it were outside the Ruin Realm, could directly split an Immortal Realm in half.
In the sky above the human battle formation, the bodies of the warriors who had also gathered were chopped into pieces with a sword.
The four True Spirit Realms had no choice but to fly up, and the weapons in their hands collided with Han Muye's long sword.
"boom--"
Thousands of golden lights scattered.
Endless stream of light shines.
The sword in Han Muye's hand carried overwhelming power, and he cut open the world thousands of miles in front of him with one strike.
Although the human army and the four true spirits barely blocked the sword, the morale of the army was instantly low.
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Han Muye shouted loudly.
It's not like he hasn't killed before.
On the contrary, he was able to condense the killing sword, and once controlled the overwhelming power of killing, and had endless killings.
At this time, he no longer held back his hands, and slashed with the long sword in his hand, causing the space to tremble with every blow.
Zhang Chenyang and the 10,000 troops behind him followed closely behind, attacking the human battle formation with all their strength.
The 10,000-strong army resisted the 60,000-strong human army and prevented them from advancing even an inch.
"retreat--"
Finally, a voice sounded from among the human army.
The bright silver battle formation receded like the tide.
Han Muye, holding a long sword, stood in front of the mountain like a god of war.
Half a day later, the human army gathered again.
This time, they were much more cautious.
The four true spirits entangled Han Muye, and the army advanced layer by layer.
The total number of strong men of the Golden Crow clan was less than 10,000, and without the support of a battle formation, they could only retreat slowly.
Even if Zhang Chenyang tried his best, he could only resist the phantoms of the generals gathered in the battle formation.
In one day, the human army advanced fifty miles in front of the Golden Light Gate.
On the second day, the human army was only ten miles away from the Gate of Light.
"Retreat to the second floor!"
"Zhang Chenyang, take them away first."
"Here, I'll guard it!"
Han Muye flew back and stood in front of the light gate. The figure of the golden-armored warrior was level with the light gate.
On him, the fighting spirit surged into the sky, and the power of the Golden Crow Divine Flame burned.
Golden light shone through the sky.
"I'll accompany you——"
Before Zhang Chenyang finished speaking, Han Muye turned his head, and the golden light in his eyes forced him to lower his head.
"Let's go!" Zhang Chenyang gritted his teeth and dove into the light door.
The 10,000 Golden Crow army retreated to the second floor, and only Han Muye was left standing in front of the light gate holding a sword.
"kill--"
The sound of charging and killing resounded from the human army.
The military formation gathered and rushed towards the light gate.
The four true spiritual realms advance step by step.
If Han Muye stays here, they have the ability to surround and kill him with the army.
Slowly raising the sword in his hand, Han Muye looked calm.
He could feel that power was beginning to awaken in his body.
This is the rule!
"Is this a sacrifice?"
Looking at the tidal human army, Han Muye laughed loudly and fought back with his sword!