The prehistoric era is based on the power of blood and has a strong sense of family ties.
Sure enough, when the young man mentioned his uncle, Zhu Rong clenched his fists.
"Save, of course we have to save. Shi Liang, you stay here to recuperate, and I will take people to save your uncle."
Zhu Rong shouted loudly, pressed the elixir into the hands of a young man named Shi Liang, turned around and left.
Within a moment, the Liaoyuan tribe roared, and more than a dozen tribesmen wearing bamboo and wood armor and holding weapons ran after Zhu Rong.
Looking at this scene, Han Muye shook his head.
Although Zhu Rong has good combat power now, he has too little experience and insufficient understanding of the ancient times.
If you rush over like this, you will definitely suffer a big loss.
Don't say that the mythical beasts and monsters in the ancient world are not intelligent, they are very clever.
Han Muye raised his hand and waved, and the wolf that was sleeping on the ground in the distance came running towards him.
This guy is also a spirit. After seeing the power of the Liaoyuan tribe, he stayed with the tribe and refused to leave.
Although it is Han Muye's mount, this guy is good at pleasing people, and adults and children of the Liaoyuan tribe are willing to ride on it, and he also helps with hunting and transporting prey.
In this way, this gray wolf is living a very prosperous life in the clan.
Although this wolf is not weak in combat power, it is far worse than the mythical beast.
Now you are living among the clan, you are provided with meat every day, and you don’t have to worry about being hunted by mythical beasts. How comfortable is this life?
Cang Lang knew that if he wanted to live a good life in the clan, the one he really couldn't offend was Han Muye.
At this time, Han Muye called and rushed over immediately.
He flew onto the wolf's back, patted it lightly, and the wolf flew away directly.
The stone beam stood in front of the stone house, with a blank look on his face.
Some time ago, I heard that a priest from the Liaoyuan tribe had arrived, and it seemed that my cousin also had an opportunity.
It's just that the two tribes are not close to each other. The tribesmen only passed the message when they were hunting, but they haven't had the chance to come over to investigate. I didn't expect this to be true?
"I hope it's not too late..." Shi Liang knelt on the ground, pressed his hands on the ground, and whispered softly.
The green wolf was not running very fast and was only hanging dozens of miles behind Zhu Rong and the others.
Ahead, the energy, blood and flames on Zhu Rong's body impacted and shook, visible for dozens of miles.
After walking for an hour and two hundred miles, there was a roaring sound ahead.
Zhu Rong's angry shout caused the heaven and earth to tremble, and the flames exploded with light.
When Han Muye arrived with the wolf, the battle here was already over.
It can be seen that the bodies of several monster beasts were scorched and their claws and claws were removed.
The strength of these monster beasts was no worse than that of Cang Lang. Seeing the miserable state of these monster beasts, Cang Lang lowered his head and let out a soft whimper.
Fortunately, I made the right choice, otherwise I might have been scorched.
There were constant roars from the front, and it was obvious that Zhu Rong was pushing all the way across.
No monsters can stop its pace, and its tribesmen follow behind to collect minions and other supplies that can be taken away immediately.
After traveling for more than a hundred miles, a golden light flashed in Han Muye's eyes, and a curtain of light rose in front of him.
In the light curtain, Zhu Rong wielded the Gou Lian spear with all his strength, and the flames turned into long dragons that he carried with him, constantly intertwining and twisting.
All monsters standing in front of him will be knocked away by the fire dragon.
The power of the divine flames vibrates, and monsters that are not strong enough are directly torn into pieces. Even the more powerful ones have their fur burned with flames, and they keep fluttering with bared teeth.
This is the rule of fire, the display of original power, without enough levels, is simply to die.
The tribesmen following Zhu Rong formed a simple formation and followed behind to charge.
The weapons in their hands mostly carry the power of fire, which collide with the scattered flames, and then trigger the fire dragons to wreak havoc everywhere.
"Roar--"
From the mountains in the distance, there was a roar that shook the sky.
A black tiger with two wings on its back rushed down.
Han Muye had tamed several tiger beasts before, and he was no stranger to this kind of tiger with wings on its back.
The ancient tiger tribe was originally a powerful ethnic group in the prehistoric times. Among them, white tigers, black tigers, and several other ethnic groups were all mythical beasts.
This black tiger has a trace of the blood of the mythical beast Mengtian Black Tiger. Its strength and speed are relatively strong, but it can only be said to be balanced.
Among the mythical beasts, those with this level of strength are at the bottom.
Having been in the ancient world for such a long time, Han Muye probably figured out the approximate strength distribution of the divine beasts in the ancient world.
Without the bloodline of a mythical beast, it can only be regarded as a monster level, and basically does not need to be considered. Except for a few individuals with strong individual strength, other people, even if they have a huge number of tribes, can only become the food of the mythical beast.
Those who have the blood of mythical beasts are basically collectively referred to as mythical beasts.
But mythical beasts and mythical beasts are different.
The power of some mythical beast bloodlines is only one thousandth, and some is only one percent. However, the powerful ones not only have the pure power of the bloodline of mythical beasts, but also have the power of multiple bloodlines.
Just like back in the Great Wilderness, the bloodline power of the Golden Crow clan was divided into several levels such as Jiaoyang, Lieyang, Haoyang, Zhiyang and Big Sun Golden Crow.
At this time, this black tiger has about one thousandth of the blood of the divine beast.
Zhu Rong's original bloodline is not strong, but it is still much stronger than the black tiger in front of him.
Zhu Rong's awakened and condensed bloodline power has reached 1/300.
"kill."
Seeing the black tiger charging down, Zhu Rong shouted loudly and charged towards him with his spear drawn.
A flame behind him turned into wings of light, and the wings of light spread out and turned into ten feet.
With a movement of his body, he had already swept across thousands of feet, and a fire dragon was drawn out with a spear in his hand.
The fire dragon surged, tearing apart the space in front of it.
The black tiger raised its front foot and hit the fire dragon.
The fire dragon roared and exploded, scattering around and turning into floating balls of fire.
At this time, the spear had reached the black tiger's neck, drawing a black crack.
Black Tiger turned his head to bite the spear, but the gun in Zhu Rong's hand was shaken and swung away.
The chisel blade on the Hook Lian spear opened a bloody opening on the black tiger's body, and the blood sprayed on the opening was ignited by the flames.
After flying and landing a hundred feet away, Zhu Rong turned around with a hint of excitement on his face.
In previous sparring sessions with Han Muye, he was abused every time and he always felt that he was not strong enough.
At this time, he was in a confrontation with a mythical beast, and he had the upper hand with just one encounter.
It seems that it is not that I am weak, but that Brother Han is too strong.
"kill."
Roaring to the sky, Zhu Rong rushed down again, dancing with his spear, triggering fire dragons, colliding with the surrounding flames, and smashing into the black tiger.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Black Tiger had a wound on his neck just now, and the blood was burned. Although it was only stopped in an instant, this humiliating incident made him extremely angry.
How dare a mere human race, a creature of food, resist?
With a roar, the black tiger turned around, moved its wings, and the whirlwind turned into sharp blades. Its long tail was cut off, sending sand and rocks flying everywhere.
Zhu Rong, who was holding a long spear, curled the tip lightly, breaking the blade, and the long tails of the fire dragon and the black tiger collided.
Layers of flames expanded, stimulating a trace of original power.
"boom--"
Black Tiger's body was blown away by this force.
How can this be!
The black tiger rolled on the ground, a trace of fear flashing across his face.
Zhu Rong became more and more excited as he fought. He kept waving the spear in his hand and practiced all the martial arts and combat skills taught by Han Muye.
Black Tiger suddenly felt that his body was surrounded by gun shadows. He could only flutter his wings and raise his front feet from time to time to resist.
For a moment, the black tiger hair was scattered and burnt black.
The painful roar of the black tiger kept coming.
At the beginning, the black tiger could still fight Zhu Rong, but after half a day, he could only avoid being beaten.
In Canglang's eyes, this scene made him even more happy.
What a wise choice you made.
In the distance, the people of the Liaoyuan tribe had already cleaned the battlefield, and then stood there to watch how Zhu Rong hunted the black tiger.
This is a mythical beast. If the mythical beast is killed, will there be more materials obtained?
"The skin of the black tiger must be made into a big flag." A tribesman said loudly with his eyes shining.
"Tiger teeth can definitely be made into weapons. I don't know whether a short knife or a long spear is more suitable." Another person held the handle of the knife in his hand, rubbed it with his palm, and whispered softly.
"Tiger bones can be engraved with divine patterns and made into sacrificial staff. Then our Liaoyuan tribe will have a few more people to hold sacrificial staffs."
The sacrificial staff is the bone staff in Zhutian's hand. It contains a trace of original power and can inspire a magical power of fire.
"I would like to cut off the tiger whip. Priest Han said that in that far away place, there is a divine thing called tiger whip wine, which is soaked in tiger whip..." A young man wearing bamboo armor said.
It's all about longing, even though he doesn't even know what wine is.
On the distant hill, the scarred Black Tiger, who had been tortured by Zhu Rong, was even more trembling in his legs and feet.
Even before he died, people had already planned how to skin and remove the body, and even how to use the tiger whip.
Involuntarily, he felt the tiger's penis tighten.
Zhu Rong laughed loudly and pierced the black tiger's head with his spear.
This blow, even if it doesn't kill him, will seriously injure him.
Black Tiger wanted to dodge, but his whole body was hurt and he no longer had the strength to dodge.
"Don't you want to tame a mythical beast as a mount?"
At this moment, a voice sounded.
The spear that Zhu Rong dropped hovered three feet above Black Tiger's head.
The flames on the spear rushed forward, causing Black Tiger's head to tremble and he was knocked unconscious.
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Two hours later, Han Muye and Zhu Rong walked side by side.
They dismounted and rode black tigers and gray wolves.
Although Black Tiger has the blood of the divine beast, he is careful not to show it at this time.
On the contrary, Canglang is now very proud and excited.
Han Muye just promised it that he would have the opportunity to help it stimulate the blood of the mythical beast in its body.
This is a huge opportunity.
"The Huangyan tribe has more people than our Liaoyuan tribe, and their totem beasts are more powerful than ours. I don't know why they were defeated this time."
Zhu Rong, who urged the black tiger to move forward, had doubts on his face and spoke in a low voice.
There are more than 500 clan members. Although there are no priests and divine pattern masters in the clan, the clan is not weak and has the protection of divine beasts. How could it be defeated?
Heihu whined a few times when he heard his question.
The original power vibrates and the message is transmitted.
The mythical beast that protects the Huangyan tribe is a flying cloud beast. It was extremely weak when giving birth some time ago, so it was taken advantage of by several other mythical beasts.
Originally, the battles between the mythical beasts were not too intense, so it was rare to take advantage of other mythical beasts to take action when they were giving birth.
"The young son born by Feiyun Beast has Bi Fang's bloodline."
There was a hint of tremor in Black Tiger's voice.
Bi Fang.
Among the divine birds in the ancient world, its strength was second only to the phoenix, and it was a powerful being among the fire-attributed divine beasts.
For Black Tiger and other divine beasts that only have one ten millionth of the power of their bloodline, if they could obtain the power of Bi Fang's divine beast, the benefits to them would be unimaginable.
This is the reason why the Huangyan tribe was conquered.
Of course, the totem beast is one with the tribe, so it is normal for those mythical beasts to besiege the Feiyun beast and destroy the Huangyan tribe.
Black Tiger's message made Zhu Rong's face look slightly gloomy.
There is more than one mythical beast.
He dared to face the black tiger directly because the black tiger did not have the power to make him feel afraid.
But he knows his own worth.
Divine beasts like the black tiger can only be arranged to search and do odd jobs. Only truly powerful mythical beasts are qualified to share Bifang's bloodline.
"Let's go, I'm also a little curious about Bifang's bloodline." Han Muye looked into the distance with a smile on his face.
Ahead, a group of flames clashed with each other, seeming to want to run away.
With a movement of his body, he had already driven the wolf to rush over.
Zhu Rong, who was still a little hesitant, shouted and rushed out.
Those members of the Liaoyuan tribe without mounts looked at each other with excitement on their faces.
Just run away.
After running for only a few dozen miles, a group of humans wearing animal skins rushed towards them from the front.
These humans were wearing animal skins and had wooden staffs and bone staffs in their hands. Behind one of them, in a large backpack on his back, there was an aura of flaming power turbulent.
"uncle!"
Zhu Rong shouted loudly and drove the black tiger to rush over.
Among the originally panicked crowd, the big man carrying a backpack raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and then shouted with joy.
"Haha, Zhu Rong!"
Led the black tiger into the crowd, the tyranny displayed by the black tiger made the surrounding Huangyan tribesmen panic and rejoice.
Zhu Rong is so powerful!
"Roar--"
From behind, a roar could be heard.
Then, the roaring sounds of monster beasts one after another are frightening even from a distance.
"Zhu Rong, you take the young son of the totem beast away, and I will stop these monsters." Zhu Rong's uncle, Shi Cheng, the leader of the Huangyan tribe, handed the backpack to Zhu Rong and held the long-handled wooden gun in his hand.
From the basket on his back, a palm-sized stuffed animal emerged.
Han Muye was already nearby at this time, glanced over, and nodded slightly.
Sure enough, it is Bifang's bloodline, and the bloodline is relatively pure, at least one-tenth of the bloodline.
This little beast was just born, and its bloodline power was far from awakened, so it naturally didn't have enough combat power.
"Let the black tiger and the green wolf stop the monsters. The monsters that are chasing them are not weak. You can sharpen them." Han Muye's voice sounded behind Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong, who was still hesitant at first, suddenly gained confidence. He grinned, put the backpack on the ground, patted the black tiger, then spread out a pair of flame wings behind him and flew straight into the sky.
The little beast in the basket stared at Zhu Rong flying away with a glint in his eyes.
"boom--"
In the distance, streaks of flames rose.
The sound of Zhu Rong's long drink was also heard.
The Huangyan tribe members looked nervous as they looked in the direction of the flames.
"Well, can Zhu Rong beat him?" Shi Cheng looked at Han Muye beside him and asked in a low voice.
Han Muye nodded: "I can't beat him."
Can't beat it?
Shi Cheng trembled all over.
"But it's okay to work hard slowly." Han Muye's voice sounded again.
In the distance, there was a sharp roar, and a slender black bird spread its wings and flew towards the place where the flames were rising.
"Another, another mythical beast!"
Shi Cheng trembled and murmured: "This is terrible, I couldn't beat him in the first place..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Han Muye standing next to him clenching a cyan spear in his hand, and then flew straight out.
"I told him to give him a hard time, why do you want to come here to die?"
