Taoist Chang Yao looked gloomy and kept whispering.
The sixteen hunters are all his confidants, whom he has trained over hundreds of years.
These people are the foundation for him to return to the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty in the future.
Unexpectedly, a simple mission would cost most of his subordinates.
"The Golden Crow Hanshan tribe, and," Taoist Chang Yao narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent emerging from his body, "the Lutang Black Panther tribe."
If it hadn't been for the message from the Lutang Black Panther Clan, he would not have sent his men to the Hanshan tribe.
This time, half of the losses under his command should be attributed to the Lutang Black Panther Clan.
But now he is not sure whose hands his subordinates died in.
Within a radius of 100,000 miles, there are not many people who can take action to completely kill the hunter-killer team he trained.
Putting away all the broken crystals in front of him, Taoist Chang Yao's expression turned calm.
"There won't be any news about this matter, just wait and see."
With a whisper, he stood up.
Going deep into the tribes of all sides, he has honed his extreme caution.
He will never take action again until he finds out what happened to Han Shanbu.
Taking down a golden disk from the wooden cabinet behind him, Taoist Chang Yao had a solemn expression on his face.
"Buzz——"
A divine light fell from the palm of his hand and hit the disk.
The disk vibrated and rotated, and then a faint cyan light pillar emerged.
"Hu Yueling Hunting Colonel Chang Yao has met the commander." Bowing towards the light beam, Chang Yao spoke in a deep voice.
"Captain Chang Yao? What's going on?" A voice came from within the beam of light.
Chang Yao hurriedly told the story of his subordinate's death, and then told his guess.
There was silence for a moment in the light pillar, and then a voice sounded: "I will send a few strong men here, and you can gather information about all the Golden Crow tribes within a million miles of Huyue Ridge."
"His Majesty has recently issued a mission to kill the Golden Crow tribe. The rewards and rewards are extremely generous."
These words made Chang Yao feel happy.
He accepted the task of garrisoning at Huyue Ridge because the reward for killing the Golden Crow tribe was huge.
Unexpectedly, there is a reward now, which makes it even more worth the risk.
There are many strong people among the Golden Crow tribe within a million miles radius.
But since the Lord Commander said that he would arrange for strong people to come, even if he is not a master of the true spirit realm, he will be a strong person of the eighth or even ninth level of Yuanling.
Such a strong man, coupled with human skills and armor, as well as the blessing of heavenly power, can deal with the true spirit directly.
Putting away the gold plate, Taoist Chang Yao took a deep breath and walked down the small building.
"Shopkeeper." Several waiters in green robes came forward.
Here in Huyueling, the restaurant run by Taoist Chang Yao is doing very well.
The cooking skills of the human race are exquisite, and Taoist Chang Yao is also a well-known master of this skill.
"Then collect various ingredients."
"Tell the waiting diners that Pindao is going to study a medicinal diet to enhance the physical energy and blood strength, and see which family group has a banquet and needs Pindao's help."
Dingfeilou Changyao Taoist's medicinal diet is something that ordinary people cannot afford.
However, some large ethnic groups will invite Taoist Chang Yao to attend important banquets and cook medicinal meals with his own hands.
That is an extremely solemn matter.
Several waiters hurriedly turned around to prepare. Taoist Chang Yao looked at the bustling Huyue Ridge with a smile on his face.
As a human race, the Dahuang people are nothing but barbarians.
Few of these ethnic groups are mentally shrewd.
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Han Muye's flying sword fell a hundred miles away from Huyue Ridge.
Along the way, he encountered some powerful demonic beasts that tried to intercept him. Among them was a cloud-winged bird from the ninth level of Yuanling. It was fast and powerful and chased him to shoot him down.
Han Muye had to turn around and fight this stupid bird.
The sword light flashed, and after fighting for half an hour, the cloud-winged bird dropped a few long feathers and fled away.
When Han Muye dragged four long black and white feathers onto Huyue Ridge, many merchants of all races and shapes gathered around him.
"People from the Golden Crow Clan?"
"Brother, do you want to replace these cloud-winged bird feathers?"
"The long feathers of the cloud-winged bird are still not weak, which is not good."
The halos on these long feathers are flowing, and they are not ordinary at first glance.
To be able to defeat such a powerful cloud-winged bird and pluck out its long feathers, one must have at least the seventh level of Yuanling.
The young man from the Golden Crow tribe in front of him didn't look like he could defeat the Cloud-winged Bird.
"I picked this up on the way. Is it very valuable?"
Han Muye looked around, smiled and said, "Then I'd like to change to some thousand-year-old jade grass."
When Han Muye said that he had picked it up, there were envious looks around him.
Can you pick up such treasures?
I also heard that he wanted to exchange for the Thousand-Year Jade Lin Grass. Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.
Thousand-year-old Jade Lin Grass is also a rare treasure and is collected by many shops.
Watching everyone disperse, Han Muye couldn't help but sigh, the people of all ethnic groups in Dahuang were so simple and simple, and they didn't even understand how to pay back the money they were being asked for.
If there is no thousand-year-old jade lin grass, it will be fine if it is five-hundred years old.
Shaking his head, dragging his cloud-winged bird feathers with him, he walked to a large shop.
The so-called shops are just stone houses built with large bluestones and decorated with some bricks and wood. They are much more exquisite than those stone houses in Hanshan Department.
When Han Muye came out of the shop, there was already a bag on his waist. The black cloth bag contained one hundred and twenty blood beads the size of soybeans.
This blood bead is very similar to the Tian Yuan Bead, but the power in it is much more mellow.
It looks a bit like a bloodline bead, but it's not the kind of bead transformed by the pure power of bloodline.
This red bead, called the Huangzhu, is the token circulated by all the tribes in the wilderness.
This thing is condensed from the blood power of the Great Wilderness ethnic group, and only some powerful tribes can condense it.
The Golden Crow tribe also has the means to condense the Huangzhu, but that is controlled by the larger tribe.
One hundred and twenty wild pearls, in the words of the shop owner, is already their shop's income for more than half a year.
After walking out of the store, Han Muye glanced around and landed on the small wooden building on the second floor not far away.
The wooden building is also relatively rough.
But in front of the stone houses, it stood out.
This is the Dingfei Tower where Taoist Chang Yao lives.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the second floor of the wooden building, where a thin Taoist priest wearing a light yellow Taoist robe happened to be looking at him.
It was looking at the Golden Crow tattoo on his forehead.
The Taoist smiled and nodded towards Han Muye.
Han Muye also nodded, turned around, and walked towards a shop not far away with a pill sign.
Seeing Han Muye leave, Taoist Chang Yao's expression slowly turned cold.
"The Golden Crow tribe is rarely seen in Huyue Ridge."
"Could this person be related to the death of those hunters?"
Raising his hand, he summoned a middle-aged man with long ears wearing a black robe, and then whispered a few words.
The middle-aged man nodded and walked downstairs.
Han Muye visited several medicine shops and replaced all the elixirs he brought with him with Huangzhu.
After the trip, there were three more cloth bags around my waist, each containing more than a hundred wild beads.
This is because he does not have a good elixir in his hand, and the refined elixir is not of a high enough quality.
If not, the amount of desolate pearls exchanged would be much greater.
The shops that collected elixirs were all curious about the elixirs in Han Muye's hands, and made an appointment with him to deliver them as well.
There was a Luotu tribesman who was familiar with alchemy and wanted to communicate with Han Muye.
But Han Muye obviously felt that this person's level of alchemy was half-assed, so he simply dealt with him and left after a few words.
What's the point of talking between a chicken and a duck?
With the Huangzhu in hand, Han Muye walked around the Tiger Leap Ridge and bought all the elixirs for alchemy, the spiritual materials needed for weapon refining, and the materials needed by the tribesmen of various races.
It was just over two months before the clan leader's inheritance ceremony. Han Muye spent nearly a hundred wild pearls to buy all the fruits and drinks needed for the ceremony.
If a hundred wild pearls were exchanged for ordinary supplies, it would be enough for the people of the Hanshan tribe to live for more than half a year.
After spending all the desolate pearls he had on him, Han Muye hired a Yunma tribesman who was good at driving carts to drive five carts and deliver all the supplies to the Hanshan tribe.
The Yunma tribe has always taken on this kind of business. It can be reached within ten days within a radius of one hundred thousand miles.
Han Muye did not go with the convoy, but walked towards Dingfei Tower.
The purpose of his coming to Huyue Ridge was to exchange for supplies.
"It's really rare to see a master of alchemy from the Golden Crow Clan." As soon as he arrived in front of Dingfei Tower, Taoist Chang Yao had already greeted him.
Behind him stood the middle-aged man with long ears.
Han Muye was not surprised that Taoist Chang Yao called him the alchemy master of the Golden Crow tribe. He had seen the long-eared man when he was exchanging elixirs at various elixir shops just now.
"Taoist Chang Yao of Dingfei Tower, I have long heard that there is this cooking master on Huyue Ridge, so Han will naturally come." Han Muye looked calm and spoke calmly.
"Han?" A gleam flashed in Taoist Chang Yao's eyes, and he nodded, "It just so happened that Pindao made a new dish that improves qi and blood. Little friend Han came to try it."
As he spoke, Taoist Chang Yao stretched out his hand and gently touched Han Muye's arm.
Han Muye let him hold his arm with a calm expression.
A wave of Yuanling power penetrated Han Muye's body.
This power was so meager that if Han Muye hadn't already reached the eighth level of Yuanling and knew a lot about the human race's techniques, he wouldn't have been able to notice it at all.
The weak Yuanling power traveled around in his body and then quietly dissipated.
The smile on Taoist Chang Yao's face did not diminish.
At the fifth level of Yuanling cultivation, he has awakened a trace of the Golden Crow bloodline. The descendant of the Golden Crow tribe in front of him is not extraordinary, but he is far from amazing.
After capturing this son later, I happened to ask Han Shan about his affairs.
He didn't know that the power of Yuanling just now had exposed everything about him to Han Muye.
At the seventh level of Yuan Ling, the cultivation techniques are more feminine.
The weapon he is good at using is a long whip. He has been practicing for 50,000 years. His state is stable and it is difficult to improve.
Perhaps this is the reason why Taoist Chang Yao came here.
Going deep into the wilderness and the land of various races is not something that most human races are willing to do.
As Taoist Chang Yao walked into Dingfei Tower, every small wooden table was filled with diners.
The food here is obviously more exquisite than other places, and many people enjoy the food while drinking.
Taoist Chang Yao arranged a secluded location for Han Muye and went to prepare the dishes with a smile.
Within a moment, the waiter brought several plates of delicious, delicious dishes and a jug of wine.
Han Muye was not polite, took the wooden chopsticks handed to him by the waiter, and started to eat happily.
It tastes really good.
Not far away, Taoist Chang Yao chuckled, turned around and walked up to the second floor.
After waiting for a moment, he raised his hand, and a green light flashed in his palm.
Han Muye, who was sitting downstairs, was shaken, stood up slowly, and walked slowly up to the second floor.
The waiter guarding the stairs was not surprised. He stretched out his hand to support Han Muye and walked up to the second floor.
When they reached the second floor, Taoist Chang Yao waved his hand to let the guy leave. Then he smiled, looked at Han Muye and said, "Tell me, what's your name."
"Han Muye." Han Muye's voice was calm, and his eyes seemed to have lost their divine light.
"Han Muye." Taoist Chang Yao repeated, and then asked: "What is your status in the Hanshan tribe?"
"Young Clan Leader Han Shan." Han Muye still answered without hesitation.
Chang Yao was stunned, looked at Han Muye again, frowned and said, "Has anything happened to the Han Shan Department recently?"
"Are you talking about the death of the sixteen human hunters?" Han Muye asked.
"Not bad." After Chang Yao finished his answer, he trembled and his eyes widened.
People controlled by their own secrets can only answer questions and never ask questions!
He raised his head and looked into Han Muye's eyes, and his whole body froze.
At this moment, Han Muye's eyes were still half dazed.
In the deep eyes, golden divine light flashed, revealing endless killing intent.
"The Golden Crow bloodline awakens!"
Taoist Chang Yao whispered and reached out to touch the golden ribbon wrapped around his waist.
Just when I raised my hand, I felt a chill all over my body and my left rib hurt.
In Han Muye's hand, a short sword was slowly drawn out, and there were drops of blood on the blade.
"I want to tell you that those sixteen hunters were all killed by me."
Shaking off the blood beads on the dagger, Han Muye spoke calmly.
After all, the Great Wilderness is different from that of later generations.
The power of heaven and earth in the wilderness is too strong, suppressing the spiritual awareness of all living creatures to the limit.
A strong man at the seventh level of Yuanling would be assassinated by a single blow if he was not prepared.
This will be impossible in future generations.
In future generations, let alone those who are equivalent to the seventh level of Yuanling, even those who are cultivators of the Earth Realm will have many means to defend themselves.
But for Han Muye, now that he was here, Taoist Chang Yao's fate was doomed.
It was a one-shot assassination, but it took a little effort.
Raising his hand to explore, Han Muye caught Taoist Chang Yao's body as he was about to fall.
After a while, he had already collected a lot of things on the second floor and carried them in a cloth bag.
The gold plate was obviously used for communication.
A cloth bag contained in a hidden compartment contained more than 800 wild beads.
Two jade slips, among which are human cultivation techniques.
Two jade bottles contain some good-grade elixirs for healing and cultivation.
There are also several pieces of quite precious spiritual materials, and a long knife with golden light.
After untying the golden whip tied to Taoist Chang Yao's waist and tying the cloth bag, Han Muye walked downstairs and walked away under the surprised gaze of the waiter at the door.
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Two months passed in a hurry.
The ethnic groups around the Hanshan tribe all know the news about the inheritance ceremony of the Hanshan tribe chief.
Hu Qiang and the white-tailed fox behind him have been here many times in the past two months.
The value of Han Muye's pill made Hu Qiang and the chief of the White-tailed Fox clan unable to sit still.
Hu Lian, the leader of the White-tailed Fox Clan, personally came to the Hanshan tribe to visit Han Muye and conclude a deal on elixirs.
Han Muye returned from Huyue Ridge and brought enough elixirs to refine many good-quality elixirs.
The White-tailed Fox Clan is also willing to fully help Han Muye collect the elixir.
In the past two months, the White-tailed Fox Clan had made a fortune that was difficult to obtain in the previous ten years just by selling the elixirs refined by Han Muye.
But the one who is more profitable than the White-tailed Fox Clan is the Tanling Black Bear Clan.
Ci Yuan, the young leader of the Tanling Black Bear Tribe, has now moved directly to Hanshan and wants to worship the young leader of the Hanshan Tribe as his master.
The Tanling Black Bear Clan has a fire-controllable furnace arranged by Han Muye. The smelting of raw ore consumes less than half of it, and the quality of the smelted spiritual materials is extremely high.
Recently, the Tanling Black Bear Clan has received huge piles of raw minerals from various tribes.
This made the Green Deer Clan very angry, but there was nothing they could do about it.
Eight thousand miles away from Hanshan, in a mountain col, Han Muye, Han Chaohu and Han Ding were sitting around.
Beside him were Feng Zhen, the leader of the Black Flood Dragon Clan, who was wearing a black robe, and two other strong men of the Black Flood Dragon Clan who were wearing black armor.
On the other side, there were two big men with black wolf patterns on their heads, and an old man with a thin body and blue light in his eyes.
"Woo-"
Black Tiger's low cry came from the front, and Han Jin, wearing a black robe, leaned over and ran beside Black Tiger.
"Young Clan Chief, Clan Elders, seniors." Han Jin bowed his hands to everyone, his expression much calmer.
In the past two months, the people of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe have followed Han Muye to practice the newly derived exercises. They also have various elixirs and an open supply of meat, and their cultivation and combat power have increased rapidly.
Han Jin has now entered the realm of the fifth-level Yuanling, and has awakened a trace of bloodline power.
This kind of progress was unimaginable before.
This also made him undyingly loyal to Han Muye.
"Young Patriarch, those humans are already a hundred miles away."
Under the gaze of everyone, Han Jin reported in a low voice.
Human hunter.
This is the reason why Han Muye gathered strong men from the surrounding ethnic groups here today.
Fengzhen of the Black Flood Clan had a good relationship with the Han Shan Tribe. Han Muye went to visit him in person and invited the hunters from the siege tribe.
The Black Wolf Clan and the strong man from the Flame-Eyed Snake Clan were invited by Han Muye and each paid twenty desolate pearls as a reward to surround the hunter of the Killing Clan.
In particular, the old man named Qi Yunliang of the Flame-Eyed Snake Clan is the leader of the Flame-Eyed Snake Clan thousands of miles away. He has cultivated to the seventh level of Yuanling. He has awakened the bloodline of the clan and is extremely powerful.
"Hmph, the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty's human race has always oppressed all the tribes in our wilderness, and it has even harmed the Golden Crow tribe in every possible way." Feng Zhen snorted coldly, with a look of murderous intent on his face.
Several other strong men also looked solemn.
Although most of the hunters of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty only hunted the Golden Crow tribe on weekdays, the death of rabbits and foxes was so sad that their lips and teeth were cold. As a ethnic group in the wilderness, it was hard to feel relieved when they watched the Golden Crow tribe being slaughtered.
"Seniors, Han will give all the money you get from this deal to you."
"Please don't hold anything back to avoid future troubles."
Han Muye handed over to several people, and then the shadow of the golden crow appeared behind him.
Everyone nodded, and the different shadows of Yuanling behind them caused the power of the surrounding world to surge.
"kill!"
Han Muye shouted low, and the golden crow's phantom was activated, and the energy and blood on his body turned into a golden armor and flew away into the sky.
In his hand, he held a golden war spear with a roaring wind.
Han Chaohu followed him, and the shadow of Yuan Ling behind him had a dull cyan color and a hint of golden divine light.
He also had a spear in his hand, which was dark red all over, as if burning with flames.
As an elder of the Golden Crow Hanshan tribe, Han Chaohu, who was at the sixth level of Yuanling, received more guidance and help from Han Muye.
In two months, he not only stabilized his cultivation, but also awakened a lot more bloodline power. He even received a spear with three divine patterns from Han Muye, which increased his combat power several times.
The three black dragon clan members looked at each other and activated their Yuanling power. Three black dragon figures, one purple, two green, appeared and flew away across the sky.
The remaining people followed quickly.
Black Tiger growled lowly, his eyes showing excitement.
Han Jin, who was following Heihu, clenched the long-handled wooden sword in his hand and walked quickly.
"boom--"
Ahead, a roaring sound came.
The young patriarch has already fought against those human hunters!
Han Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes seemed to be bursting with flames, and his blood was boiling.
As a member of the Golden Crow tribe, he has his own pride.
However, over the years, the Zi family group has been in decline, and countless people have been hunted and killed by the human race.
Today, if you can follow the young clan leader to intercept these hunters, so what if you die in battle?
He roared and ran forward, red flames rising from his body.
Blessed by the divine flame power of the Great Sun Golden Crow!
This is the influence of the power of the great sun in heaven.
If it were in the past, Han Jin would have roared in surprise if he had been blessed by the power of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow, but at this time he felt nothing at all and rushed towards the battlefield with all his strength.
"kill!"
With a roar, he swung his long-handled wooden sword and slashed with the swordsmanship taught by the young patriarch.
You can't use all your strength, you must have the power to maneuver.
You can't die by drawing the sword, you have to understand the changes in the opponent's strength.
When the sword thrusts out, one must follow the sword and not stop.
Blood splattered, and as he felt the movement of the sword, Han Jin seemed to have stepped into an uninhabited land.
Human hunters around him collided with his sword, and then lost their lives.
Several strong men from other tribes turned their heads and looked at Han Jin.
Han Jin's cultivation level is not high, but the fighting talent he showed at this time is actually invincible in the crowd.
"The fighting talent is excellent, and the swordsmanship is extraordinary." A strong man from the black dragon tribe behind Fengzhen said in a deep voice, wielding a black long knife.
At this time, Han Jin's fighting strength was not inferior to him.
Han Jin is only at the fifth level Yuanling realm, which is a big realm behind him.
Several other people also nodded.
Fengzhen's eyes fell in the distance, where the young clan leader of the Hanshan tribe was fighting against several powerful human beings.
Because there is a mountain top, the battle situation cannot be seen.
But the constant roaring and crackling sounds clearly indicate that the battle over there is fierce.
There is also the surging and interlacing power of heaven and earth in the surrounding void, which can also make people feel the tyranny of the people fighting there.
There are at least two human hunters at the seventh level of Yuanling.
This team of hunters was stronger than they had previously guessed.
"Kill." Feng Zhen shouted, swinging the long knife in his hand, the light of the knife spanned ten feet, and chopped into pieces the body of a Taoist wearing a green robe.
Qi Yunliang, the old man from the flaming-eyed snake tribe, flashed blue light in his eyes, and the glowing halo caused the gray-robed human Qi Refiner in front of him to tremble, and the light gathered in his hands dispersed.
"Peng——"
Qi Yunliang raised his hand and punched the opponent, knocking him away.
"Buzz——"
On the distant mountain forest, a golden flame rose.
Sure enough, the Golden Crow bloodline has awakened!
Everyone looked up and saw a ten-foot-long golden crow silhouette spreading its wings and shining with golden light.
A dark golden flame spit out from the Golden Crow's mouth.
"Peng——"
Mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and flames flew.
Half of the mountain peak collapsed!
This is the power of the Golden Crow bloodline!
In everyone's eyes, Han Muye, holding a spear and wearing golden armor, looked up to the sky and roared.
His body was covered with purple Yuanling light.
Purple!
Everyone was stunned, staring at the faint purple halo.
The eighth level of Yuanling, the Golden Crow bloodline awakens!
