871, avenue divine pattern, mythical beast starting a prairie fire
Surrender?
Surrender to the human race in front of you?
The Sky-Swallowing Demon Bull in the lead roared loudly, with endless violence in its voice.
The body of this sky-devouring demonic bull began to expand from its original ten feet to one hundred feet, which was almost as large as a mountain.
This is pure bloodline power condensing and surging.
Outside his body, a shadow appeared.
Bloodthirsty, the shadow of a madman, with a dark magic light flashing above his horns.
"boom--"
The sky-devouring demonic bull crashed into the thin wall of flames in front of it.
Han Muye looked at this scene with a calm expression.
This is the wisest choice.
Now that the crazy ethnic group image has been exposed, it will show its true strength.
As long as the strength is sufficient, it can still intimidate all parties.
So what about the original power of fire, it does not mean that one must surrender in front of this power.
Prehistoric people speak to their origins with the power of their bloodline, but that doesn't mean they can't challenge against the will of heaven.
The Sky-Swallowing Demonic Ox clan is accustomed to challenges that go against the will of heaven!
"boom--"
The wall of flames was hit by the phantom of the sky-swallowing demonic cow and continued to vibrate.
Only this shock showed up slightly, and it had already shattered the phantom of the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Ox.
The body of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Bull that hit the wall of fire was shattered inch by inch, and blood spurted out from its mouth and nose.
"Bang——"
The king of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Bull, who was qualified to challenge the superior beasts, was directly killed.
The power of the scattered bloodline solidified and turned into pieces of golden bloodstone.
A pair of long horns that reached the sky fell to the ground, along with pieces of black skin and long jade-white bones...
If these things are not picked up, various levels of spiritual materials will be produced here countless years later.
This is the foundation of endless life in the ancient world.
"The original power of heaven and earth is too strong..."
Bi Fang looked at the wall of fire that shattered the demonic cow with one blow and whispered softly.
We both play with fire, and his flame is like a candle in front of this wall of fire.
The Feiyun Beast on the side had a flash of spiritual light in its eyes.
"His understanding of the power of fire veins is the only one I have ever seen."
The power of fire veins.
Bi Fang's heart moved.
Not far away, Zhu Rong clenched his fist.
There was a strong flame rising on his body, which seemed to be echoing the wall of fire, and also seemed to be learning, challenging, and comprehending.
Bi Fang also saw the flames on Zhu Rong's body.
He could only sigh that the human race's learning talent was really too strong.
In the ancient times, the physical strength of the human race may be the weakest, but their learning talent has always been the best among all living creatures.
Perhaps this is the reason why the top ethnic groups in the ancient world have been quietly suppressing the human race, and the mythical beast tribe has harvested the faith of the human race, right?
The totem beast's methods are actually quietly restricting the progress of the human race. Whether they are priests or divine pattern masters, they all obtain their power from the divine beasts.
How could the divine patterns formulated by those divine beasts be as powerful as the great avenues of heaven and earth?
The divine pattern that Han Muye had just inspired was many times more powerful than the divine pattern carved by the totem beast on the altar.
"boom--"
The world is in turmoil again.
Countless flames of divine light rise.
The fall of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Bull not only failed to calm down the power of heaven on the fire wall, but instead stimulated the original attributes of the fire veins within it.
Isn't that what fire is? As long as there is enough fuel, it can keep burning and rising.
At this time, the soul of a sky-devouring demonic bull and part of its bloodline power became the fuel for the wall of fire.
The wall of fire seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and actually pushed forward, covering up those sky-devouring demonic cows.
"Give you one more chance, surrender, or turn into charcoal."
Han Muye's voice sounded again, but it was as cold as ice.
This is the kind of indifference that naturally radiates after being united with the original power of heaven and earth.
In front of the way of heaven, there is no emotion at all towards living beings.
"Roar--"
Some of the sky-devouring demonic cows crashed into the wall of fire crazily.
Some completely ignored their own tribe and ran away.
Others hesitated and slowly knelt down on all fours.
The bodies that hit the wall of fire were shattered without exception.
There are not many who run away and escape by chance.
Because the speed of firewall coverage is extremely fast.
Only those heaven-devouring demonic cows who obeyed obediently were burnt black by the flames, but at least their lives were safe.
"boom--"
The flame divine pattern that hit the ground dissipated.
The wall of fire swept across the world for thousands of miles, and then scattered into golden red fire beads, rolling down on the wasteland, some fell into the soil, and some bounced on the bluestone.
This is the origin of the power of fire veins.
Of course, these origins that can be gathered together are just appearances, just a trace of dispersion.
The true origin has returned to heaven and earth.
And because of the annihilation of the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Cow tribe, the returned non-origins are much richer than the ones extracted from heaven and earth.
The wall of fire dissipated, and the ancient power carried by Han Muye also faded.
The golden and red battle armor outside his body was put away, and the ancient battle armor also turned into a piece of armor.
Until this moment, all the restrictions and pressures between heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles seemed to have never appeared.
Han Muye cast his gaze towards the distant sky.
Just now, he sensed the power of those prehistoric overlords, but these powerful men who carried the prehistoric power did not show up.
"Zhu Rong, let the clansmen come and clean the battlefield."
"Take all these surrendered Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Cows back."
After Han Muye finished speaking, his body moved and turned into a line of flame and dissipated.
Zhu Rong looked at everything in front of him with excitement on his face.
Among the hundreds of surrendered Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Bulls, although they are not at the level of divine beasts, there are at least dozens whose strength is not inferior to those of lower-level divine beasts.
There are also those scattered blood stones, each one is a real treasure.
This is the flesh and blood of mythical beasts, which can enhance the bloodline and physical strength of ancient creatures!
With today's harvest, there's no telling how strong the people of the Liaoyuan Tribe will be.
Turning to look in the direction Han Muye left, Zhu Rong clenched his fists gently.
He kept in mind the benefits that Han Muye had brought to him and the Liaoyuan tribe.
"Bi Fang, please go back." Feiyun Beast, who was standing behind Bi Fang, suddenly spoke.
Bi Fang was slightly startled, then turned to look at Feiyun Beast.
"Your tribe is a superior beast and it is impossible to accept me and my children."
"I will stay in the Liaoyuan tribe."
Feiyun Beast glanced around, and there was a trace of blood power surging in his body.
The originally suppressed power in Bi Fang seemed to be about to explode.
But before it could strike, Feiyun Beast's voice sounded again: "Maybe if the child stays in the Liaoyuan tribe, his future growth will be no worse than in your Bifang tribe."
Isn’t growing up here worse than growing up in the Bifang ethnic group?
Bi Fang's aura circulated, and the divine light in his eyes shone.
It looked at Zhu Rong who had already gone to collect the blood stones, pondered for a moment, and nodded.
"Nowadays, all the tribes in the wild are in turmoil, and the Bifang tribe is also unsettled. Maybe this place is more suitable than the tribe."
Its wings flapped, and the power of blood surged.
"When the time is right, you can come to the tribe to look for me, or I will come to look for you."
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Han Muye returned to his station and immediately went into seclusion.
This time, with the blessing of the ancient power of heaven, his understanding of the power of fire veins has reached its extreme.
As long as he digests these insights, he can become one of the top overlords in the Fire Vein.
"Buzz——"
In front of him, golden flame characters appeared one by one.
This is the divine pattern that was common in ancient times.
In the ancient times, many ethnic groups used this divine pattern to refine weapons and control humans and other living beings.
Sure enough, exploitation is everywhere.
All the divine patterns gathered in front of him, and finally condensed into a pale golden curved texture, which landed on Han Muye's arm.
rule.
origin.
The road to perfection.
Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.
A retreat lasted for three years before I knew it.
Han Muye's original plan to leave was also shelved.
However, Han Muye has not been in seclusion all the time in the past three years. He still comes out of seclusion from time to time.
"Tweet-"
The golden bird with spread wings flew in front of Han Muye's stone house, causing smoke and dust to spread all around.
The body of three feet is extremely powerful, and the golden and red feathers reveal the original power of fire.
This big bird named Liaoyuan is the Feiyun beast cub that contains Bifang's bloodline.
In three years, fed by the blood stones of the Heaven-devouring Demon Ox collected by the clan, the growth rate of the prairie fire beast surprised everyone.
Not only did his body grow, but his spiritual intelligence was also superb.
Listening to Han Muye's explanation about the power of fire, both Zhu Rong and others in the clan still had only a partial understanding of it, while the Primordial Fire Beast had already understood it directly.
"Woo-"
The huge green wolf that was running towards him bared its fangs, seeming to be warning Liaoyuan not to disturb Han Muye's retreat.
Nowadays, the Blue Wolf has been supplemented by the power of the blood stone, and has understood a trace of its original bloodline, and its own bloodline has finally become a divine beast.
Even if it is to become a lower-level divine beast, this is something it has never dared to think about before.
Cang Lang's loyalty to Han Muye has now reached an extremely pious level.
In the current Liaoyuan tribe, in addition to Liaoyuan and Canglang, there are also Feiyun Beast and Black Tiger, as well as another sky-swallowing demon bull whose bloodline power has been enhanced to become a mythical beast. There are five mythical beasts in total.
The Liaoyuan tribe only has the sacred beast that protects the clan, but no totem beast.
Their clan's big flag has a golden flame painted on it.
When it comes to totems, this flame is their totem.
The original altar has now been transformed into a high platform for clan competitions.
"Chirp——"
Liaoyuan roared, opened his mouth and spat out a black stone.
Cang Lang's eyes fell on the stone, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Master Han is always looking for stones that can be made into weapons and armor."
"I searched the surrounding area for 30,000 miles and found this stone on the tidal flat at the foot of Yunluo Mountain."
Liaoyuan's spiritual thoughts came out, showing a little childishness and joy.
It's a bit like the kind of children who want to be praised by their parents who have made some achievements.
"Yunluoshan? That's not close." Canglang looked at Liaoyuan and whispered enviously, "You are so fast."
A round trip of thirty thousand miles in half a day, isn’t that fast?
I also listened to the master's talk about the great road. How could this guy understand it so quickly?
Cang Lang remembered that the last time his master talked about the Wind and Cloud Road, he said that with the blessing of strength and speed, he could travel thousands of miles in one go.
When this prairie fire grows, won’t it be like this?
"Let me see what kind of stone it is."
Han Muye, who walked out of the stone house, raised his hand and took the stone into his palm.
The stone sank slightly in his hand, and the faint origin revealed in it made Han Muye smile.
"Sturdy, fire-resistant, and not too heavy. It is indeed a good armor material."
"Go and ask Zhu Rong to come. The armor of the demon cavalry is available."
Canglang moved and ran straight to find Zhu Rong.
Today, the Liaoyuan tribe covers an area of dozens of miles, and there are more than 3,000 scattered tribesmen.
These people migrated from other ethnic groups one after another.
The wasteland is huge, and there are many human groups without the protection of totem beasts.
Zhu Rong had already moved away from the vicinity of the altar and was stationed on a mountain ridge.
These flames last all year round and can be seen by the surrounding tribesmen from a distance.
Unknowingly, Zhu Rong has become a new totem among the Liaoyuan tribe.
It’s just that today’s Liaoyuan tribe no longer has totem worship.
The wolf returned after a moment, and then there was a roar in the air, and Zhu Rong, covered in golden flames, flew down.
"Master Han, are you looking for me?"
After learning more principles from Han Muye, Zhu Rong regarded himself as a disciple and no longer called himself brother to Han Muye.
Han Muye smiled and threw the black stone in his hand to Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong reached out and took it, looked at it, and then a flame rose in his palm.
The flames enveloped the stone, and the stone slowly melted into a ball of pale silver viscous liquid.
Only a strong person like Zhu Rong, who has condensed the origin of fire veins, can have such strength.
Otherwise, how could this sap-like molten iron be held in the palm of your hand?
"It's good, it's indeed the best spiritual iron."
Zhu Rong's face showed joy, and the flames in his palms wrapped the molten iron into a ball as big as a fist.
The flames turned into gray-blue in a flash, and the small metal ball was entangled in the gray-blue flames and solidified.
Flames can reveal ice and cold, and blazing heat and coldness can transform into each other. Zhu Rong has indeed gained extremely high control over the origin of his flames.
"You can take people with you to mine the land with Liaoyuan. It will be just in time to build the armor of the demon cavalry."
"With these days of training, the demon cavalry should be able to wear armor."
Han Muye pointed at the prairie fire beast beside him, as if he was taking credit for it, and said softly.
This is a prehistoric place, where the power of heaven and earth is stable.
If the human race wants to exert sufficient combat power, they must either condense their original bloodline like Zhu Rong, or rely on external forces.
The people of the Liaoyuan Tribe are also practicing, but practice is not something that can be accomplished in a day. If you want to quickly improve your combat effectiveness in a short period of time, you still need to use the power of monster mounts and armor weapons.
This is also what Zhu Rong and Han Muye have been planning.
"Okay, Liao Yuan, I'll let you eat enough blood stones later." Zhu Rong looked at Liao Yuan and said with a smile.
These words made Liaoyuan flap his wings with excitement.
One day later, Zhu Rong led eight hundred tribesmen, protected by the mythical beasts Liaoyuan and Feiyun Beast, to mine ore in Yunluo Mountain, 30,000 miles away.
As soon as the first batch of ore is mined, the clan will arrange to refine the armor.
"Thirty thousand miles is not a short distance. Whether there are mythical beasts, monsters, or other human groups along the way, it is best to have a safe journey."
Before Zhu Rong left, he came to ask Han Muye what he meant, and Han Muye told him this.
"If you really want to fight, then don't hold back."
Han Muye raised his hand, and a pale golden divine pattern fell on Zhu Rong's arm.
Avenue Divine Pattern.
This divine pattern can be borrowed from Han Muye's power.