In front of Muyang Mountain, Mu Changkong led a group of strong men from the Golden Crow tribe behind him to wait.
"coming!"
Someone shouted low and pointed to the sky in front of him.
Over there, the clouds are rolling, the power of heaven and earth is turbulent, and golden streams of light are shining.
"It's the manifestation of the power of the Golden Crow bloodline."
The eyes of the black-robed old man standing next to Mu Changkong flashed with golden light, and he whispered: "The bloodline of this clan leader of the Hanshan Tribe is probably not inferior to that of those direct descendants."
Mu Changkong nodded.
This is why he values Han Muye so much.
In his opinion, the future of this Hanshan tribe leader is limitless.
"Brother Changkong, let's go." Han Muye's voice sounded in the void.
The huge golden crow's shadow has emerged.
The illusory golden crow formed into one body is thousands of feet tall, and every time it spreads its wings, it drives the strong wind to gather wantonly.
"Haha, we will definitely show off our skills on this trip!"
"Let's go to Qingkong Wasteland." Mu Changkong shouted loudly, and the Golden Crow disciple behind him also flew up, and his strength became one with him.
Most of the ethnic groups in the wilderness still have some inheritance methods that connect Qi and blood.
Although this method of cohesion cannot increase combat power, it is convenient for traveling.
The Golden Crow spreads its wings for three thousand miles and soars up to the ninth heaven.
The sky was filled with the vibrating sound of the Golden Crow, causing the clouds in the sky and the earth to scatter.
"It's the Golden Crow tribe!"
On the ground, someone shouted.
The Golden Crow clan is a large clan in the wilderness. Flying across the sky at this time, it immediately attracted onlookers.
"I don't know which two Golden Crow tribes are going to Clear Sky Wasteland?"
"Looking at the extraordinary momentum, they are at least two large clans of 100,000 people, right?"
Some people quietly lowered their heads, not looking at the Golden Crow that revealed the power of the sun.
Some people's eyes flashed with divine light, trying to see through the two golden crows.
After three days of flight, a black thousand-foot-long giant bird blocked the way in front of him.
"Flying harrier in the sky?" Han Muye's voice sounded.
The flying harrier in the sky is a strange bird from ancient times. It is fast and fierce in its attacks.
These strange beasts like to kill flying birds for food.
Although the cultivation level of this Thousand-foot Yun Tian Fei Yao has not reached the realm of true spirit, it is at least the ninth level of Yuanling.
Han Muye and his team were not the only ones blocking the way.
The teams of many ethnic groups below have dispersed.
Some of the ethnic groups that had fled before were also hiding quietly in the air.
Facing this powerful bird in the sky would probably result in heavy casualties.
"Brother Han, let me come." Mu Changkong's voice sounded.
Mu Changkong's cultivation level is already at the peak of the ninth level of Yuanling. It is not difficult to deal with this flying harrier.
"No need." Han Muye said calmly.
"Gather." His voice sounded again.
As the words fell, a strong light of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow emerged between heaven and earth.
The light and shadow turned into a spear that soared into the sky and pierced directly towards the flying harrier in the sky blocking the front.
The light of the Golden Crow is a spear!
This is the power of heaven and earth, the awakening of the Golden Crow bloodline of the Great Sun!
The flying harrier screamed strangely in the sky, spread its wings, turned around and ran away.
If it dares to block the golden light of the sun, the endless power of heaven and earth will hit it in the next moment.
It's not stupid.
Until the flying harrier fled, everyone looked up at the golden spear in the sky.
"Let's go."
Han Muye raised his hand and waved the spear away, then the golden crow shadow behind him spread its wings and flew away through the air.
It wasn't until they were tens of thousands of miles away that Mu Changkong's voice came from behind.
"Makino, why are you showing off the power of Golden Crow bloodline like this?"
He didn't understand that Han Muye possessed the awakened power of the Golden Crow bloodline, which should be their trump card when hunting.
Why show it now.
"Brother Changkong, since this is a hunt, we still don't know who the prey is, so there is no need to blindly hide our strength." Han Muye's voice was filled with pride.
"Don't worry, it's just blood power."
The power of the Golden Crow bloodline is strong, but it is not Han Muye's truly powerful method.
He was now at the ninth level of Yuanling and took out the Wanhe Sword Box.
Swordsmanship is his strongest method.
The Golden Crow flew away extremely fast, and three days later, it suddenly landed on an endless wasteland.
On the wasteland, the energy and blood were soaring to the sky at this time, and endless divine light and Yuanling intertwined.
A tribe of birds in the sky, a tribe of beasts on the earth.
Various Yuanling phantoms soared into the sky and collided with each other, as if they were trying to open up their own realm between heaven and earth.
"boom--"
Two golden crow shadows fell and directly opened up a world.
Around him, the phantom of a strange beast Yuanling was knocked away, and he did not dare to face it directly.
The golden crow's long cry shook the heaven and earth, seeming to demonstrate its sovereignty.
"Hmph, what's so great about the Golden Crow Clan?" Someone whispered, snorting coldly, but his eyes were full of fear.
"The Golden Crow of the Sun is indeed domineering, worthy of the name of the top clan in the wilderness." There were also people with admiration in their eyes, staring at the shadow of the Golden Crow.
People in the world are never the same, nor are their thoughts.
It's impossible to get everyone's approval. The only thing you have to do is to make your own strength the strongest backing.
"stop--"
A golden stream of light fell in front of Han Muye and the others.
Han Muye raised his hand to catch it.
"Zhuoyuan Golden Crow's summons order."
Zhuoyuan tribe, the largest Golden Crow clan within thousands of miles.
There are millions of clansmen in the clan, with three strong men from the True Spirit Realm sitting in charge, many masters from the ninth level of Yuanling, and other strong men who have awakened the Golden Crow bloodline.
At this time, Mu Changkong also held a golden light in his hand.
"Are you going?" Han Muye looked at Mu Changkong.
"Go, why don't you go." Mu Changkong grinned and said: "This kind of summoning order for the big clan will share the benefits."
Since all parties are to be summoned, it is natural that sufficient benefits must be provided.
If not, who will serve?
Hearing his words, Han Muye took the golden light into his palm, turned it into a golden pattern, and then attracted the three thousand tribesmen behind him to move forward quickly.
Mu Changkong also followed closely, with Mu Yangshan's army of 20,000 people behind him roaring.
After traveling thousands of miles, a large camp appeared.
The camp covers an area of hundreds of miles, and a golden crow stands in the sky.
In the middle of the camp, a three-thousand-foot-tall golden crow floats in the air, its golden gaze looking around, as bright as the sun in the sky.
"That's Zhuo Yuanbu."
"More than 180 large and small Golden Crow tribes have gathered around."
Mu Changkong's face looked slightly solemn, and he said solemnly: "I'm afraid this hunting is not as simple as we thought."
Along the way, many other large clans also formed large camps.
This is something that has never happened before in wilderness hunting.
Han Muye nodded, his eyes falling on those golden Golden Crow shadows.
The huge golden crow in the middle seemed to sense something and turned its head slightly.
"Hanshan tribe, Muyangshan tribe are coming."
When we walked outside the camp, there were already people shouting at the gate of the camp.
A group of soldiers wearing golden armor blocked Han Muye and the others.
The ethnic group that can wear armor is rare in the wilderness.
Regardless of whether it is the Hanshan tribe or the Muyangshan tribe, not everyone wears armor.
In fact, with the financial resources of the Hanshan tribe and the treasures brought by Han Muye himself, it is not difficult to make everyone in the Hanshan tribe wear armor.
It's even an extremely simple thing.
But Han Muye didn't do that.
Although the Hanshan tribe is the ethnic group he controls in the Great Wilderness Realm, he will eventually leave.
Besides, for the Golden Crow, the best armor is the awakening of their own bloodline power.
War Armor is still a burden sometimes.
Looking at the army behind Han Muye and the others, a trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the golden-armored general leading the group.
The armor is incomplete and the weapons are in a mess.
One can imagine the fighting power of such a group.
"Hanshan tribe, Muyang Mountain tribe." The leader of the Jinwu clan showed the power of blue Yuanling.
Seventh layer of Yuanling.
"You go and complete the battle armor of your tribe first and then come back."
He raised his hand and turned around to leave.
Completing the armor?
What's the meaning?
Mu Changkong shouted: "Where can I go to mend my clothes and armor?"
After hearing his words, the general turned around with a smile on his face and pointed outside the camp: "Go and grab it!"
He sneered and looked at Han Muye and Mu Changkong: "Is it possible that I want you to enter the camp and then give you my Zhuoyuan tribe's armor?"
"We don't have all the armor yet, so we have the nerve to come and join the hunt."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Mu Changkong's face turned livid, and the Yuan Ling behind him slowly emerged.
"Forget it, I guess the strength of the tribe in this camp is enough." Han Muye reached out and patted Mu Changkong on the shoulder and spoke calmly.
The people who received the summoned ethnic group were extremely smart.
If it hadn't been for the high-level orders from the Zhuoyuan tribe here, this person would never have dared to stop the Hanshan tribe and the Muyangshan tribe and prevent them from entering the camp.
At this point, it seems that the force of the contraction must be sufficient, and it is not needed anymore.
Mu Changkong punched his fist bitterly, turned around and strode away.
Han Muye didn't stay any longer, turned around, and led the clan members away.
In the middle tent of the camp, a young man wearing a pale yellow robe stood with his hands behind his back.
"Is that the one who is said to be the first descendant to awaken the Golden Crow bloodline in ten thousand years?" A sneer appeared on the young man's face, and a dull golden light flashed in his eyes.
The Golden Crow bloodline was awakened, but it was not strong enough.
"What the prince said is that this person is the leader of the Hanshan tribe, and he has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. According to calculations, he has at least reached the realm of the blazing sun."
Behind the young man, an old man wearing a green robe whispered.
The bloodline of the Golden Crow clan has different levels according to its richness.
The morning sun, the scorching sun, the blazing sun, the blazing golden crow, the eternal bright golden crow, the great sun golden crow, and the Haotian golden crow.
Being able to awaken to the Lieyang bloodline is a sure-fire true spiritual seed.
After hearing the old man's words, the expression on the young man's face darkened.
He himself had only awakened the power of Chaoyang's bloodline.
Among peers, there are very few who have awakened the power of the blazing sun.
How could a small ethnic group of tens of thousands of people in the remote Hanshan tribe be able to awaken the Lieyang bloodline?
"Hmph, after this hunting, I don't want to see this Hanshan tribe." The young man in yellow robe shouted lowly, turned around and walked into the tent.
The green-robed old man nodded and turned to look at Han Muye and the others who had already left the camp.
"Everyone, this time the human race's Ten Thousand Flowers Immortal Dynasty's army is dispatched and coming in force. We must not take it lightly. We must gather all the Golden Crow ethnic groups, and no scattered ethnic groups can be surrounded and killed..."
In the big tent, a majestic voice sounded.
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Ten days later, with a roar in the void, countless ethnic groups rushed towards the wasteland.
Clear Sky Wasteland is a vast territory, with armies rushing into it and slowly scattering into small black dots.
Only those large ethnic groups, formed into large battle formations, and dozens of millions of troops advancing slowly, looked more spectacular.
The most magnificent of them is a huge military formation composed of two million people, and a human army full of chariots and many alien beasts pulling chariots.
The army of two million people is the army of Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, led by Chao Liehou Wu Zhuang.
Wu Zhuang, the Liehou of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, a strong man in the True Spirit Realm, once led an army to conquer the depths of the wilderness and slaughtered many strange beasts.
His hands were stained with the blood of many great wilderness tribes.
But at this time, hunting in the wilderness, facing an army of two million, it was difficult for all the tribes in the wilderness to join forces to attack.
The two million troops were in neat formations, equipped with spears, armor, bows and chariots.
The army moves in an orderly manner.
Such a military formation would not be able to break through without three or five times the force.
How can all the tribes in the wilderness have a united army of millions?
If all the races in the Great Wilderness could work together, how could there be any chance of the rise of the human race's Immortal Dynasty.
This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.
The human race on the other side is full of chariots, and millions of troops are all driving.
These chariots are equipped with various war equipment, as well as powerful alien beasts pulling the chariots, which look ferocious and tyrannical.
Although it is an army of one million, its momentum is even more powerful than that of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, which has an army of two million.
This is the army of the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom.
These two armies put great pressure on all ethnic groups, and many ethnic groups quietly stayed away.
Even those big families who have gathered the power of the same bloodline from all sides are also cautious.
"Everything is clear." On a deserted hill, Han Dingyi, carrying a big bow, walked up to Han Muye.
"They are really here for the auspicious beast."
"The birthday of the little princess of the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom is coming soon. In order to celebrate her birthday, all parties in the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom are dispatched to find various auspicious beasts."
Han Ding pointed his hand into the distance and whispered: "It is said that the little princess of the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom had strange phenomena when she was born, and all the strange beasts were close to her."
"The Xuanling Fairy Kingdom has gathered all kinds of strange beasts now because their little princess took action and drew the divine pattern that can make the strange beasts surrender."
A natural vision.
Han Mu was moved by his ambition.
He also knows how to make monsters surrender.
But if it’s a mythical beast, I’m afraid it might be a little difficult.
But with some bloodline inheritance methods, it might really be possible.
Could this little princess also be the one who came to the Ruins Realm with me?
It’s a bit far, so I’ll explore it again when I get the chance.
"As for the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, I heard that it is also for the enlightened beast." Han Ding shook his head and whispered: "If this enlightened beast is hunted and killed, its true spirit power can create at least three true spiritual realms."
"As for the other tribes, most of them are also here for this mythical beast."
This is easy to understand.
The purpose of hunting is to obtain powerful bloodline power.
If not, who would want to come?
This type of hunting is extremely dangerous.
If one is not good, the fate of the ethnic group may be destroyed.
"Thank you." Han Muye reached out and patted Han Dingyi on the shoulder, then turned to look at Mu Changkong beside him.
Now on their hillock, there are not only their two tribes, but also two Jinwu tribes who have also not been included by the Zhuoyuan tribe.
These two Golden Crow tribesmen have even fewer people, with only a thousand people together.
The strongest among them are the two patriarchs of the eighth level Yuanling Realm.
In addition to these two groups, there are seven or eight other various ethnic groups.
There are more than 300 people from the Qinglang tribe, more than 1,000 people from the Yunbao tribe, and 2,000 people from the Tian Yunhe tribe.
They are not a powerful ethnic group.
These groups of people who had no one to take them in gathered together to get some benefits from the hunt.
The reason for not relying on most people is because even if they go, they will not be taken seriously and will even be used as a loss.
It's better to just stick together like this.
"Everyone, the hunting has begun, let's go."
Han Muye nodded towards Mu Changkong and then raised his hand.
Figures rushed forward.
People from other ethnic groups also rushed towards the wasteland.
On the wasteland, countless wild beasts, powerful and exotic beasts of all kinds, collided among the hunting teams.
Various spirits appeared, and the power of heaven and earth in the void gradually became chaotic.
Behind Han Muye, the Jinwu tribe members of the Hanshan tribe followed in an orderly manner and steadily.
"Roar--"
With a wild roar, two three-foot-tall bloody giant bears with long armored tails rushed towards Han Muye and his team.
"The silver-ringed blood-scaled bear has the bloodline of ancient beasts. It has infinite strength and extremely strong physical defense." Mu Changkong took a deep breath and stepped forward, holding a long knife in his hand. "How about we see who is faster?"
"Kill." Han Muye, holding a golden spear, responded with this sentence.
He flew up, the spear in his hand turned into nine golden crow shadows, and smashed it down on the giant bear's head.
"The art of the Nine Heavens War Spear is amazing!" Mu Changkong's eyes lit up, and he shouted as he looked at the nine rays of golden light pierced by Han Muye.
He himself didn't stop, he flew up and slashed down with the long knife in his hand.
The sword light turned into a phantom that split open the world, flashing a cyan light.
"boom--"
Nine golden crow shadows swamped a silver-ringed blood-scaled bear. Countless golden lights intertwined and exploded, turning into long arrows scattered in all directions, penetrating into the weak points of the giant bear's blood armor.
The giant bear roared wildly, with blood splattering all over its body.
On the other side, eight silver light patterns appeared on another blood-scaled bear. He stood up and punched out.
"Peng!"
The long knife collided with the giant fist formed by the silver ring. The blade paused slightly, splitting the silver ring open, and slashed across the blood-scaled bear's forehead.
The huge blood-scaled bear's body shattered into pieces, and the scattered energy and blood surged toward the surroundings like bloody cloud waves.
Mu Changkong, who was at the front, had a dull silver light drawing blood around him.
Hunting strange beasts can excite their bloodline power.
In this way, masters like them who are stuck in the bottleneck of cultivation can have a chance to break through.
On the wasteland, there is such blood mist everywhere.
This is the most direct killing.
"Peng——"
The body of another blood-scaled bear, whose body was penetrated by the light transformed by Han Muye's spear, also exploded, and its energy, blood and original power were scattered.
However, the blood-colored scales of this blood-scaled bear were not damaged at all and were still bloody as it fell to the ground.
Mu Changkong put away his long knife and laughed.
His sword made the scattered ethnic groups around him look sideways. The power of the sword was so powerful that it made people frightened.
Compared with him, Han Muye's shot looked much more low-key.
But Han Muye got the scale armor of an eighth-level Yuanling supernatural beast, and his harvest was much greater than him.
No loss to either of them.
"Continue." Mu Changkong raised his head and looked at the low hills in the distance.
Over there, thousands of people were surrounding several tall alien beasts, slowly killing them.
It's just that those strange beasts are obviously powerful, and it's difficult for thousands of people to take them down.
"Close your scales and move forward." Han Muye shouted, holding a spear and walking alongside Mu Changkong.
The two men rushed up the hill, the swords and guns in their hands burst into glory. The power of the brilliant silver spirit behind Mu Changkong shone, and Han Muye's body turned into a golden crow shadow.
However, those strange beasts were eliminated with a few moves, and the two of them led the group away without stopping.
"A strong man from the Golden Crow tribe?" Seeing the two men leading the large group of people to leave, the people of the tribe on the hill who thought they would not get any benefits were a little confused.
The body of the alien beast that was killed by Han Muye and Mu Changkong was still in its original place, and they did not take it away.
This is a gift.
"Let's go, follow." Someone whispered, leading the ethnic masters behind them to follow Han Muye and his team.
The hunting in the wilderness continues, and more and more strange beasts are encountered, and they become stronger and stronger.
There are the red flame tigers that spit out poisonous fire and directly incinerate an area of 10,000 feet, and there are also blood moon demon wolves that form in groups and can attack and kill isolated tribes.
Of course, the gains for all ethnic groups are also great.
In one month, more than 300 masters in the Han Shan tribe broke through to the fifth level of Yuanling.
There are more than forty people on the sixth level of Yuanling.
Han Jin, Han Dingyi and others have also improved a lot in their cultivation.
The key is that this kind of killing makes their combat power purer.
"boom--"
Ahead, the loud roar of strong men fighting could be heard.
After a month of going deep into the wilderness, many tribes could no longer hold on.
Because the fighting power of that kind of tyrannical beast is so strong, it can directly sweep through thousands of people.
It's not like the human race can form a formation to fight. Who can hold it?
These tribes either quit hunting, or they followed the big tribes and took advantage of them.
Others are looking for a group of people to cling to.
Unknowingly, Han Muye and the others had gathered dozens of ethnic groups, numbering more than 100,000.
Han Muye and Mu Changkong did not control these tribes.
This kind of loose cluster can be okay when the wind is going smoothly, but it will inevitably break up once it encounters a tough battle.
They are not familiar ethnic groups, and it is difficult to work together.
There is no need to waste time dealing with these people.
However, there are advantages to having a large number of people. At least when encountering other ethnic groups, they will not be inferior in momentum.
After climbing over the low hills, the scene ahead unfolds.
"Human race!" Someone whispered.
In the wasteland ahead, there are human armies stretching out.
The human army wearing red armor formed battle formations in an orderly manner.
The alien beasts surrounded by the army, even if they were tall and powerful, could not break out.
"shoot--"
There was a military order.
"Peng——"
Long arrows like rain flew down, covering them layer by layer, shooting those tall beasts until they fell to the ground.
Wherever the army passes, it is like plowing a field.
This kind of power made the tribes on the hill stunned.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the strict military formation.
This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.
Facing such a large army, the 100,000 people behind him would not be able to resist for a quarter of an hour.
No, under a few rounds of arrows, those scattered groups will flee.
Walking down the hill, he raised his hand and pulled out a long green arrow stuck two feet deep in the ground.
"What a brilliant forging method." Mu Changkong said in a low voice.
The arrow is made of green steel, has a long barb, and has a faint divine pattern.
This divine pattern is very shallow, with only a hint of power.
Break armor.
Thousands of these arrows gathered together are invincible.
Han Muye also looked slightly solemn.
The Wanhua Immortal Dynasty was more powerful than he imagined.
Looking up to the sky, the sun is brilliant.
To fight against such a powerful opponent as Wanhua Immortal Dynasty is really exciting!
"Let's go." He flew up, looked for a direction, and rushed over.
Mu Changkong and the others led the army to follow.
Ten days later, Han Muye and the others stopped on a vast grassland.
Ahead, a group of nearly 300,000 people surrounded a group of strange beasts.
"The Star Unicorn."
"I also need that unicorn." Mu Changkong's fighting spirit gathered in his body.
"Okay," Han Muye raised the spear in his hand and pointed forward.
"Just grab it."
