872, you said this earlier, why are you still fighting?
When the divine pattern fell on Zhu Rong's arm, Zhu Rong felt that the flames all over his body almost exploded.
Fortunately, he now has good control over the fire veins. He raised his hand and clapped it, and a golden light from his palm suppressed the divine pattern on his arm.
The power of the divine pattern fell silent and condensed into a trace that was about an inch long, like a small snake.
When he walked out of Han Muye's stone house, he was still shocked.
It's hard to imagine how far Master Han has come to understand the power of fire veins.
After a few steps, he had landed on the stone platform in front of him.
It was the original flame altar.
At this time, there were already groups of Liaoyuan tribe members standing solemnly under the stone platform.
The original Liaoyuan tribe did not have so many rules, and the tribesmen acted in a relatively loose manner.
Later, Han Muye trained them in their cultivation and practiced various battle formations. Unknowingly, they developed rules and regulations.
Zhu Rong flew down on the stone platform, looked down, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.
"Set off!"
The prostrate black tiger stood up under the stone platform, shaking off his body and stretching, and a majestic aura rose up.
Behind the stone platform, the flying cloud beast and the prairie fire beast roared and spread their wings to fly high.
At this moment, the clouds above the Liaoyuan tribe were impacted by the power of the three-headed beasts, like a whirlpool.
The tribesmen below looked at the scene in front of them and couldn't help but feel excited.
The Liaoyuan tribe is so powerful!
The stronger your tribe is, the more it can protect you and make you stronger.
On the other hand, such a powerful ethnic group is worthy of protecting them with all their strength, and even giving everything for them.
The spontaneous pride of the ethnic group turned into wisps of light golden light, gathering into an invisible cloud above everyone's heads.
Zhu Rong flew onto the black tiger, stretched out his hands to protect him, and the large group of people rushed out.
After walking no more than ten miles, cattle and wolves scattered in the wilderness gathered together.
These tall and strong monsters all have two backpacks hanging on their backs.
This trip is to mine spiritual minerals, and the mined spiritual iron will also be brought back to the tribe.
Eight hundred tribesmen, thousands of monster beasts, and two divine beasts protecting their heads, such a large group of people were walking through the wasteland. No matter whether they were monster beasts or human tribes, they did not dare to face them directly and quietly avoided them.
After traveling for thirty thousand miles, there was no one who was not wise enough to rob me along the way.
This made Zhu Rong breathe a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.
He was also planning to take action when he encountered someone who was in danger, and try the power of the divine pattern given by Han Muye.
Yunluo Mountain is a towering mountain with clouds accumulating all year round. On the top of the mountain are several mythical beasts of the Yunshui lineage.
In the ancient world, the mythical beasts not only gathered together because of their bloodlines, but also because of their origins.
Of course, there are more wars due to the struggle for origin.
"It's right there." Liaoyuan, who spread his wings and flew down, whispered, and then his wings flew away from the rocky beach in front of him.
Broken black spiritual iron appeared among the pebbles of various colors.
Zhu Rong walked over, picked up a piece, and nodded.
Beside him, Zhu Tian, who was holding a bone staff in his hand, had a smile on his face.
"With this spiritual iron, the armor Master Han mentioned can be refined."
Today, Zhutian is no longer the strongest in the clan, but he has high prestige. Zhu Rong wants to practice, and Zhutian is responsible for all the messy things in the clan.
For Zhutian, the current growth of the ethnic group is beyond his imagination, and every day is like a dream.
He couldn't imagine what it would look like after taking this spiritual iron back and refining it into a battle armor.
The tribesmen began to look for black spiritual iron on the beach, and large and small spiritual irons hit the basket on the back of the monster.
Zhu Rong looked up and whispered: "I'll look up. I don't know how long it will take just to pick it up like this."
These ores must have been washed down by rainwater.
The black tiger was driven up along the traces of the river, and the beast of the prairie fire was pacing behind Zhu Rong.
The higher you go up, the heavier the clouds become.
What was once within sight can no longer be seen clearly.
A fire-veined divine beast like Liao Yuan is not used to this kind of cloud that makes his body soaking wet.
"call--"
A mouthful of flame was spit out, and the water vapor thousands of feet ahead was directly evaporated.
The prairie fire flapped its wings proudly.
"How about, I-"
Before the transmission of spiritual thoughts was finished, Zhu Rong had already shouted lowly, then flew up and punched out.
"boom--"
A giant claw of ten feet of cloud energy gathered above their heads, collided with the punch, and exploded.
A beast with a single horn on its head, shaped like an antelope, but covered in scales and armor appeared in front of it, with solemnity in its eyes.
"Fire Vein Power?"
"What are you doing here at Yunluoshan?"
Yunluoshan is filled with the energy of clouds and water. If you have fire veins, you are asking for trouble.
"Is this the floating sheep in the clouds and the soaring cloud mythical beast that Master Han said?" Liao Yuan's spiritual thoughts were quietly conveyed to Zhu Rong.
"Can this guy gather thousands of miles of water clouds and cause wind and rain from heaven?"
Han Muye not only taught the Dao in the Liaoyuan tribe, but also combined the power of various divine beasts and divine patterns in the ancient world to reflect the differences between various levels of power.
For example, the middle-level mythical beast in front of you, the Floating Sheep, although its bloodline strength is average, but in the place where there is cloud energy between the clouds and water, its strength can be continuously doubled.
Zhu Rong looked around and nodded slightly.
I was planning to compete with the mythical beast here, but it turned out that this was a floating sheep, so there was nothing to do.
The original power of my own fire veins would be severely suppressed here in Yunluoshan. On the contrary, my power here would be almost unlimited.
The ancient world is stable, but it is not easy to shake the mountains and destroy the earth's veins.
"We are here to mine spiritual minerals." Zhu Rong raised his hand and said loudly.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and a piece of golden-red divine beast blood stone flew down.
Seeing this blood stone, Fuyang's eyes lit up.
A cloud of air enveloped the blood stone, and a trace of intoxication appeared on Fuyang's face.
The halo on the blood stone was dim and visible to the naked eye.
He stretched out his hand to stop hitting the smiling man and collected the blood stone. The face of the floating sheep looked much better.
"You're talking about floating iron, right? There are a lot of them on the mountain, you can just pick them up."
Pick it up?
Zhu Rong shook his head and raised his hand to indicate: "We need a lot."
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The floating sheep divine mind swept over Zhu Rong and Liaoyuan, and then extended down the mountain.
"Well……"
At the foot of the mountain, are all those guys here to pick up floating iron?
That really requires a lot.
After pondering for a moment, Fuyang's eyes wandered over Zhu Rong and Liaoyuan.
"I know where this floating cloud of iron comes from."
"I can also take you there, but it's up to you whether you can get it or not."
Zhu Rong and Liao Yuan looked at each other and nodded.
They don't expect that a piece of blood stone can be exchanged for floating cloud iron, just take them there.
The eight-foot-tall floating sheep, covered in scales and armor, looks like a cloud when it runs, with a flicker stretching thousands of feet.
No wonder it has the name of floating sheep.
The floating sheep moved forward, breaking away the clouds around it, followed by Zhu Rong and Liaoyuan.
With the floating sheep in front, Zhurong and Liaoyuan can easily see the surrounding scenery.
The mountains are surging with clouds and waves, flowers are blooming everywhere, there are twisting pine trees, and various elixirs are scattered.
Yunluoshan is really a nice place.
"Buzz——"
After running for a moment, the sea of clouds ahead shook, and a huge beast's face emerged.
Like an eagle or a dove, it moves among the clouds.
"Floating Sheep? Are you here to die?"
The rolling power of spiritual thoughts stirred up the cloud waves, shaking and surging.
Fuyang stood still and turned to look at Zhu Rong and Liaoyuan.
"The rest is up to you."
After saying that, it shrank back and walked away.
Zhu Rong looked forward and saw the cloud-shrouded mountain peaks, all black.
This mountain is actually filled with floating clouds and iron!
Looking at the mountain, both Zhu Rong and Liaoyuan's eyes shone.
"Um, this mountain is what our Liaoyuan tribe wants." Zhu Rong pointed to the mountain peak and spoke in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the floating clouds in front of him suddenly seemed to be boiling.
A thirty-foot-long black giant bird with wings spread flew out directly.
The head of this giant bird is golden and red, its long beak is shining with cold light, and the black on its body is revealed with traces of dark cyan.
"It's the iron-eating dove, a divine beast with golden veins."
Liao Yuan shouted low, spread his wings, and rushed forward.
It was in mid-air, and fiery red spears had condensed in front of it.
Each shot of the ten-foot-long spear body was filled with the coldness that shredded the void.
The power of fire is cold, and the blood of the divine beast condenses weapons.
This method made the flying iron dove reveal a trace of confusion in its eyes.
"boom--"
Three hundred and sixty spears flashed past, piercing directly into the Iron Dove's chest and abdomen.
The iron dove roared and all its feathers stood up.
"Dangdangdang——"
The spear condensed by flames hit the feather and shattered.
Each stream of light arouses the power of flames in the void, causing them to collapse in all directions.
The flames that collapsed were half golden and red, blazing.
The other half is cold and frosty white.
The two forces intertwined around the iron dove, causing the surrounding forces to oscillate.
"boom--"
The interlocking forces collided, collapsed, and the heaven and earth roared.
The iron dove's body was also knocked away.
It's just that the giant bird's body just shook and flew back again.
I can't say that I was unscathed, but I only lost a few feathers.
"The defense is so strong." The prairie fire beast muttered.
Below, Zhu Rong's eyes also shone with light.
"Don't let it get close to the Fuyun iron ore vein, otherwise you will never be able to break through its defense." From behind, Fuyang retreated.
"Floating Sheep, you are looking for death!" the iron dove roared, spreading its wings and rushing towards the Fuyang.
Zhu Rong laughed, flew up, and stabbed out a spear in his hand.
"boom--"
The fire dragon drawn by the spear hit the iron dove, sending its body flying sideways.
The next moment, a black aura of gold and iron emerged from the iron dove's body, intertwining and colliding with the fire dragon around it.
The power of the fire dragon was quickly dissolved by the gold and iron energy.
The iron dove roared and spread its wings to descend to the black peak below.
The body of the Liaoyuan Divine Beast, which had long had a tacit understanding with Zhu Rong, turned into a line of fire and rushed down, blocking the way of the iron dove.
The huge body of the iron dove collided with the beast of the prairie fire.
Liaoyuan, which was only one-tenth the size of the iron dove, blocked the iron dove.
The black rock is right in front of you, but it is out of reach.
"boom--"
The fire dragon charged.
"Bang——"
The Primordial Fire Divine Beast continued to attack, lifting the Iron Dove's body into the air.
The two flames combined with each other, and the veins and veins in Iron-eating Dove's body were rapidly depleted.
"Roar--"
The iron dove became anxious, roared wildly, and clawed the fire dragon around it into pieces, then its body shook and fell uncontrollably to the bottom of the cliff.
Liaoyuan's body spun around and chased after him.
At this moment, the iron dove that had fallen suddenly stopped.
"Buzz——"
All the black feathers on its body exploded, and then turned into countless flying feathers, heading towards the prairie fire.
The power of the golden veins revealed on this flying feather is so powerful that it can definitely tear Liaoyuan's body into pieces.
When the floating sheep not far away saw this scene, they jumped and ran away.
Zhu Rong's eyes showed depth and he stretched out his arms.
Golden horizontal stripes appeared on his arms.
"boom--"
The golden horizontal stripes that support the sky press down towards the iron dove.
The iron dove and its flight feathers fell uncontrollably.
"Bang——"
Horizontal streaks hit half of the cliff, the black peak collapsed, and pieces of black boulders fell.
Half of the iron dove's body was buried under the black ore, struggling painfully.
The horizontal stripes disappeared, and there was no blazing flame between the surrounding heaven and earth, as if nothing had happened.
Just the black ore that keeps rolling down indicates that there was a big battle just now.
The iron dove struggled out, with fear on its face.
The floating sheep in the distance no longer had the previous banter, and there was a twinkle in their eyes.
Zhu Rong looked around, then threw out a blood stone.
"Sorry, I broke a piece of your mountain."
"I'm willing to make it up to you."
compensate?
Is there a blood stone?
The iron dove's face showed confusion as he took the blood stone.
"You said this earlier, why are you still fighting?"
…
Ten days later.
The monster team left with their loads of ore.
The iron-eating dove with a happy face and the floating sheep on the side saw off Zhu Rong and Liaoyuan.
"Don't worry, in the future you come to mine, as long as, right, haha, I will definitely contribute." The Iron Dove said proudly.
As long as there are blood stones, everything is easy to discuss.
The ore mined this time was not only of excellent quality, but was also refined by the Iron Dove using its origin.
Earning blood stones is not shabby.
After Zhu Rong and Liaoyuan left, Shitiejiu turned his attention to Fuyang.
The floating sheep shrank and ran away.
"What are you afraid of? With so many blood stones, I have no interest in you anymore." The iron dove snorted coldly, spread its wings, collected the blood stones, and flew back to its home nest.
Because they were carrying ore, the monster team walked for more than ten days before returning to the Liaoyuan tribe.
At this time, a large furnace had been erected in the tribe.
"You know how to make a fire, right?"
"Also, you have to do the forging yourself."
"As for the divine seal-carving patterns," Han Muye, who was standing by the stove, glanced at the Cang Lang, Black Tiger, and the Feiyun Beast not far away, "You can exchange the divine patterns for blood stones."
Divine pattern blood exchange stone.
Han Muye did not carve the divine patterns himself, but let these divine beasts do the carving.
The Liaoyuan tribe does not have its own divine pattern master, but they have divine beasts!
The divine patterns carved by the divine beasts themselves have more original power than any other divine pattern master.
"Bloodstone..." Black Tiger grinned and rubbed his claws on the ground.
This is a good business.
…
Everything is difficult at the beginning. When the first furnace of Fuyun Iron was refined, the quality was extremely poor.
When the first piece of armor is refined, it is like a brick.
However, even this brick was scrambled by the entire Liaoyuan tribe.
Looking at the armor that looked like a city wall, Han Muye smiled on his face.
He could feel that between heaven and earth, there was a trace of the power of heaven and earth falling quietly.