Put him to death.
Fighting to the death.
Throw yourself into despair for the sake of others.
This is sacrifice.
Sacrificing the rules can reverse life and death.
At this time, thanks to the rules, Han Muye is immortal!
"war!"
With a low shout, the long sword in his hand was violently slashed, and a sea of fire spread out for hundreds of miles in front of Han Muye.
Fire rules!
As a member of the Golden Crow tribe, he stands on the rules of fire, and with the rules of sacrifice, what else is he afraid of?
Putting away his prehistoric armor, Han Muye flew away and swept across with his long sword.
Although the prehistoric armor was good, it suffered a lot of wear and tear, and was far less enjoyable than one person and one sword at this time.
The sword light was swaying, and the shadow of the general gathered by the human army could not block the sword.
The four true spirit realms came forward to surround and kill, but they couldn't catch up with Han Muye at all.
For a time, Han Muye was invincible within a hundred miles.
"Surround us, don't retreat!"
A human true spirit realm roared loudly, flew up and struck down with a palm.
The true spider spirit behind him shed endless golden threads and hooded its head towards Han Muye.
"call--"
The flames rose, igniting all the threads.
But more threads penetrated the flames and wrapped around Han Muye.
Han Muye cut off a piece of spider silk with one slash of his sword.
At this moment, the phantoms of dozens of warriors gathered in the battle array rushed forward and surrounded Han Muye's figure.
"boom--"
Han Muye thrust out his sword and shattered the phantoms of the ten warriors in front of him.
At this time, the other three true spirit realms had gathered around.
When a strong person takes action, any delay is considered too slow.
A long knife struck Han Muye in the head.
He did not hesitate, the sword light and the long knife were curled together in his hand.
"boom--"
Endless golden light exploded.
Another halo of spear covered the space in front of Han Muye.
One person can resist four true spirits.
Han Muye moved faster and faster, constantly intertwining from swordsmanship to boxing.
Only after fighting against the true spirit realm and being pushed to the limit can he feel his own shortcomings.
No matter how strong the swordsmanship and boxing skills were in the past, they could not cope with the truly strong ones.
The road to simplicity.
When every punch and kick reveals the power of the Great Dao and follows the rules, only pure power is the most real reliance.
Pushing your own strength to the extreme is the path you want to take in the future.
Kendo, too.
"kill--"
Han Muye slashed down with his long sword.
There is no skill in this sword, the only thing is speed.
Not even much power.
But this one is really fast.
The sword light was not visible at all, and seemed to tear apart time.
For Han Muye, who had mastered the power of time and space, breaking time with a sword was nothing.
But here is the wilderness, the most stable place in the world second only to the ancient wilderness.
No one can break the time here.
Even the divine beast that controls time and space will never be able to break this world.
Han Muye can seem to break time with one strike of his sword, which shows that this strike is reaching its peak.
"when--"
A sword struck the shoulder of the black-armored True Spirit powerhouse in front of him, making him look pale.
Han Muye stepped away, dragging his sword away.
It wasn't until Han Muye was ten thousand feet away that the big man stretched out his hand to touch his shoulder, and didn't come back to his senses for a while.
He thought he would die under that sword!
The other three true spirits were also a little horrified.
That sword is so amazing!
Who is the Golden Crow in front of me, and why does he have endless means and can continue to improve?
"You can't keep this person!" The old man holding the long sword shouted lowly, and the true spiritual power behind him was poured into the blade.
The other three true spirits followed closely and flew up.
"Formation!"
The four people gathered together, and the power of the battle formation behind them gathered together, turning into a giant snake reaching the sky.
The golden snake body has three heads looking up to the sky and roaring filial piety.
The long snake rushed down towards Han Muye.
"Peng——"
Han Muye raised his sword and just touched the long snake's head, causing his whole body to be knocked away.
His face turned red and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Four true spirits and tens of thousands of troops formed an army, and he couldn't stop them.
The golden true spirit emerged from behind, the ancient armor came out, and a thousand-foot armor roared down.
"boom--"
Hitting the snake's head with a punch, Han Muye retreated again.
The golden-armored warrior waved his fists and feet and fought with the long snake.
The surrounding mountains crumbled.
Every time Han Muye punched, a mountain peak collapsed.
The long snake swung down its long tail, and a piece of gravel flew away.
The golden-armored warrior's fist collided with the long snake's body, and countless golden lights shone.
In one day, all the surrounding mountains were shattered, leaving only a thousand-foot-long light gate hanging high.
Han Muye stood in front of the light gate, with countless cracks emerging from the layers of golden light on his body.
His strength has been exhausted.
One person fights against four true spirits, and with the support of tens of thousands of troops, his ability to withstand them for a day is already the limit.
"kill--"
The four true spirit masters spread out and punched Han Muye together.
The blow hit Han Muye's chest, causing his body to shatter and then crash into the light door behind him.
As Han Muye's body collapsed, the golden light dispersed throughout the world.
Those flames also dissipated.
died.
"Finally kill him." The big man in black armor whispered in a daze.
"It's good to kill him. Otherwise, this person will probably become a powerful enemy of my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty." The old man holding a long sword said softly.
"The army is repairing and will enter the second floor of the Golden Crow Secret Realm in an hour."
"King Tian Zhen has an order. We must drag the people of the Golden Crow tribe so that they cannot leave within ten days."
"Also, we have to sacrifice these Golden Crows, and then break open the secret realm and lead King Zhen Tian to enter this place."
"This time the King's target is the three-legged Golden Crow True Spirit Bone."
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The secret realm of the Golden Crow.
A golden stream of light flashed, and then turned into a golden flame.
The flame burned and then suddenly turned into a pillar of light that stretched across the sky.
In the beam of light, a figure sat cross-legged.
Han Muye.
If those true human spirits saw it, they would definitely scream in surprise.
Who is this sitting cross-legged figure if it's not Han Muye who was killed by them?
The beam of light dispersed, and Han Muye slowly opened his eyes.
His body was unscathed.
Not only was there no damage, but the power of the Golden Crow bloodline had undergone strange changes.
Before, his bloodline had awakened to the level of Blazing Sun and Golden Crow, and he was already a solid existence in the True Spirit Realm.
At this time, he could feel that his Golden Crow bloodline had reached the peak of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow realm.
The next level is the Yongming Golden Crow.
Golden Crow Yongming, immortality.
Is it because of the understanding of sacrificing rules?
Just now, his body collapsed under the attack of four human true spirits.
But with the blessing of the power of sacrificial rules, he fully recovered.
The beam of light dispersed, and Han Muye looked around.
There is no erosion from the power of death here, and there is no pressure from heaven and earth.
Here, it is almost the same as outside the Ruins Realm.
The blue-gray rocks look like a cave, completely silent.
Unfortunately, there is no light here, and it can only be illuminated by the golden light from Han Muye himself.
Suddenly, his steps stopped.
In front of him was a bluestone a hundred feet high.
This bluestone is clearly a statue of the Golden Crow.
Golden Crow?
Slowly raising his hand, Han Muye pressed it on the blue stone and golden crow.
"boom--"
It was as if a door of light had been opened in his mind.
A blue bird spreads its wings and flies.
The little bird flew freely, and then slowly grew up, with golden flames rising from its body.
Golden Crow!
Unknowingly, this Golden Crow grew up and possessed the power to destroy the world.
When the Golden Crow's wings are spread out, it can illuminate the sky and the earth.
The golden crow soaring in the sky is the rising sun.
Many humans and other creatures began to worship the Great Sun and the Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow scattered its blood and rewarded those ethnic groups.
Slowly, the Golden Crow clan appeared on the earth.
The Golden Crow of the Great Sun travels in the sky, and needs to fight with all kinds of evil creatures in the world, and needs to resist the dead and strange beasts that come from the darkness.
Powerful beasts can even destroy an entire world with one strike.
The Great Sun Golden Crow had to pass on its power to the next Golden Crow, and then gather all its power to fight outside the world.
This is the ancient battlefield.
Countless creatures fought to the death to protect the primitive world.
When they are too injured to recover, they will return to the primitive world and the place where they died.
This is the place where the Golden Crow tribe returns to their homeland.
Han Muye slowly let go of his hand.
Among the cyan and golden crow stone statues, there is a golden forehead bone shining.
True spiritual bones.
Han Muye got the approval of the Golden Crow senior from the ancient times and could take away the forehead bone.
But he didn't step forward to take away the forehead bone.
Here, there are countless blue stone statues, at least a million.
In other words, millions of powerful people from the Golden Crow Clan have returned here for countless years.
Han Muye walked around quickly, constantly exploring the memories of these Golden Crow seniors.
He saw various attacks and cultivation methods in countless Golden Crow memories.
Some are the cultivation methods of the Golden Crow Divine Beast, and some are the cultivation methods of the Golden Crow Clan.
No wonder the various tribes of the Golden Crow Clan have different cultivation methods, because the predecessors of each tribe may be different.
The ethnic groups they inherit and the Golden Crow they inherit are all different.
After constant probing, pieces of real spiritual bones lit up.
Ten yuan, a hundred yuan, a thousand yuan!
When tens of thousands of true spirit bones lit up, the dark space began to vibrate.
In the distance, a golden golden crow emerged.
The difference between this Golden Crow and other Golden Crows is that it has three legs.
The ancient mythical beast, the three-legged golden crow!
"You, are you willing to establish my Golden Crow clan?"
A voice sounded in the heaven and earth.
This voice seemed to ring in Han Muye's mind.
Han Muye moved and landed in front of the golden three-legged Golden Crow body.
He slowly reached out his hand.
"Peng——"
In the mind, golden light shines and a sea of fire!
The sea of fire was churning, and countless three-legged golden crows were flying in it.
This is the birthplace of the Three-Legged Golden Crow!
Ancient mythical beasts are all creatures of heaven and earth, born and raised by heaven and earth.
This world is the prehistoric world.
Countless three-legged golden crows spread their wings and flew away from the sea of fire, leaving the wilderness and heading to countless worlds.
These golden crows will become the great sun of one world and bring vitality to this world.
Since the heaven and earth generate their own spirituality, they must have their purpose.
The Golden Crow was born to illuminate the heaven and earth.
"responsibility."
At this moment, Han Muye finally understood why the Haotian Golden Crow hung high in the sky.
This is his responsibility.
"You are right, this is my responsibility." A voice sounded in the void.
A young man with a delicate face wearing a moon-white robe flew down.
Haotian Golden Crow.
The true owner of the Great Wasteland and the creator of this world.
Because of the presence of the Haotian Golden Crow, this Great Desolate Ruins Realm exists.
Han Muye raised his hand to the Haotian Golden Crow in front of him.
This senior is truly willing to sacrifice.
He sacrificed himself to prop up this great wasteland.
In fact, he can leave before the wilderness is shattered, just like those predecessors who have lived through countless tribulations.
For such a strong person, the power of calamity cannot hurt him at all.
"I understand why the enlightened beast is willing to hand over the responsibility of guarding Kunwu to you." Haotian Golden Crow's eyes fell on Han Muye.
"Because you really understand what we're thinking."
Looking at the golden three-legged Golden Crow stone statue, a trace of nostalgia flashed across Haotian Golden Crow's face.
It seems that this was his comrade who fought alongside him.
"Kunwu?" Han Muye said softly.
"Well, Kunwu, the last home of the mythical beast."
"The place where the ancient world finally fell."
"It is also the place where countless strong men finally seek."
Haotian Golden Crow's eyes fell on Han Muye, and he chuckled: "But it's not enough to go there with your current strength."
"It takes at least four true soul transformations before there is a chance."
The true spirit turns four.
The strongest ones in the entire Great Wilderness Realm are only the third reincarnation of the True Spirit.
"Whether it is true spiritual cultivation or other cultivation methods, they are actually all temptations."
"We don't know what it is above the fourth level of true spirit. It's just a guess."
"In the prehistoric era, apart from the few real overlords, we don't know what the end of the prehistoric era will look like."
Regret appeared on Haotian Jinwu's face, and he shook his head: "Honghuang, it collapsed too early."
The fourth turn of the true spirit is the end of the great wilderness cultivation. After the fourth turn of the true spirit, it is all a practice of speculation.
No one knows what the end of the ancient beast's cultivation will be.
For a long time, countless practitioners have always felt that the great wilderness was the origin of spiritual practice in the world, and it was the most brilliant era.
In fact, they are all wrong.
The true dazzling practice should be in the later generations.
It is the fine control of various powers in later generations after the power declines.
Every Taoist talisman and every sword move is progress in worldly practice.
Listening to Haotian Golden Crow's words that seemed to be talking to himself, Han Muye felt his heart agitated.
He has seen the practice of later generations, and he has also seen the practice of Dahuang.
He has wealth unmatched by anyone in the world.
Such practice is so joyful!
On his body, golden light surged, and golden divine lights intertwined.
Spiritual energy, fairy energy, divinity.
The power of the previous seal in his body gathered together and blended with the power of the Yuanling in the wilderness.
At this moment, his cultivation directly broke through Da Luo and stepped into Immortal Lord, and then stopped at the peak of Immortal Lord.
This is the Ruins Realm, and it is impossible for him to step into the realm of the Immortal Lord here.
The power of the Xu Realm suppressed him, preventing him from entering the realm of the Immortal Lord.
But for Han Muye, with the control of the two rules of sacrifice and fire, as well as the power of the other four rules, plus the control of the power of calamity, he is no longer afraid of the Immortal Lord.
"Thank you, senior, for your enlightenment." Han Muye bowed to the Haotian Golden Crow again.
Haotian Golden Crow used words to inspire the power in him just because he saw his identity.
This is helping him.
This kind of spiritual enlightenment can be brought out of the world of ruins.
"Actually, in my eyes, the Golden Crow clan is no different from the human clan."
"However, I still hope you can take them out of here."
The voice of Haotian Golden Crow came and the figures dispersed.
"If you go to Kunwu one day, don't forget to see if there is any inheritance from our Golden Crow clan."
In front of Han Muye, there was no longer a figure of the Haotian Golden Crow.
There was a smile on his face, and he looked up at the golden three-legged Golden Crow in front of him.
Although Haotian Golden Crow said that the Golden Crow and the human race were the same in front of him, he still cared about the Golden Crow in his heart.
Otherwise it would not manifest here.
Nor will Han Muye help those Golden Crow elites leave.
It's very simple to leave this place. Go through the third floor, get here, feel the power of a blue and golden crow stone statue, and if you get approval, you can leave with a piece of true spiritual bone.
But for most of the Golden Crow tribe, it is impossible to step into this place.
Even if you can step into this place, you may not be able to comprehend the power of the Golden Crow and obtain true spiritual bones.
In every Sun Seizing Conference, only the first hundred can finally obtain the true spirit bones.
But this time it's different.
So many true spiritual bones are there.
Han Muye has activated its power and can take it away directly.
He also understood what the Haotian Golden Crow meant, and asked him to leave with as many true spiritual bones as possible, and then help the Golden Crow clan increase their strength.
Then, take as many true spiritual bones as possible and leave!
Slapping a palm on the three-legged Golden Crow stone statue in front of him, Han Muye once again felt the power within it.
"boom--"
A golden streak fell in front of Han Muye.
He raised his hand, and the long sword in his palm caused the marks to fall on the sword body.
This is the power given by the Three-Legged Golden Crow.
For the mythical beasts of the Great Desolate Era, they would not be able to cultivate the true spiritual bones of the Great Desolate Era.
What they cultivate is to inherit the heaven and earth and comprehend the divine patterns of heaven and earth.
Han Muye ran quickly and stopped in front of a three-legged golden crow. Then he activated the power and landed on the long sword in his hand.
This sword is his true spiritual bone.
A divine pattern.
Ten divine patterns.
…
Ninety-nine divine patterns!
This is the limit of a real weapon.
The entire wilderness does not know if there is a real weapon with ninety-nine divine patterns.
At this moment, the power of the long sword was enough to break through the ruins and lead Han Muye away directly.
But in Han Muye's opinion, it was not time for him to leave yet.
Holding the sword tightly, he stood in front of the last three-legged golden crow stone statue.
As he pressed his hand, a door of light seemed to open in his mind.
"boom--"
Countless figures wearing golden armor are fighting!
Invasion of the wild world!
He had already seen this scene in other Golden Crow memories.
Countless figures wearing prehistoric armor rushed into the prehistoric land and eventually shattered the prehistoric land into pieces.
This is the beginning of the fragmentation of the ancient world and the origin of the calamities in the world.
Without the prehistoric suppression, the power of death began to sweep across and shatter.
Countless ancient beasts were enslaved, and all kinds of strange beasts were killed.
The strong men and overlords in the ancient world could only protect their own tribe and leave.
This time, Han Muye once again saw the scene where the Overlord Dragon Crocodile was killed and suppressed.
He also saw Kui cattle being slaughtered and their skins peeled off to make thunder drums that could support the sky.
Those wearing prehistoric armor left, leaving behind Kunwu, the last prehistoric fragment.
These people left their marks in the wilderness and left behind ethnic groups to guard them.
Countless years passed, and these people never came back.
But that doesn't mean they won't come back.
They kept Kunwu because they didn't want these mythical beasts to grow for them to pick and harvest next time.
"The place they marked is the place where Dragon Crocodile's body is sealed!"
Dragon Crocodile's body was divided into three sealed towns, one in Dripping Blood Cliff, one in God Realm, and one in Kunwu.
In Kunwu, the places where the dragon crocodile's body is sealed are the places that leave the mark of the strong.
"boom--"
The scene dispersed, and a golden crow mark fell down, hitting Han Muye's true spirit bone.
The hundredth divine pattern!
All the true spirit patterns gathered together and wrapped the sword in his hand.
The blade of the sword turned from golden to gray-black.
"Lose down the town?"
There was a hint of astonishment on Han Muye's face.
His true spirit bone power was suppressed.
Because the power of the Hundred True Spirit Divine Marks was so powerful that it could tear the world apart, so the town was sealed off.
This kind of sealed town requires him to slowly refine and control it before he can unblock it.
Also, the power of the Hundred Divine Marks is too strong and cannot be controlled by him now.
It's a pity that such a powerful sword cannot be used.
Han Muye waved his long sword with a smile on his face.
This sword has no effect, it is only hard.
This is probably the hardest sword in the world.
Turning his head to look at the blue stone statues in the surrounding world, he flew up.
…
Three days later, the heaven and earth roared.
Standing in front of a stone statue, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the crack in the sky.
It is a torn crack, and as long as it is stimulated by the power of the true spirit bone, it can induce the power of this place to pull away.
Han Muye held a piece of golden true spirit bone in his hand.
He did not inspire the power in this true spiritual bone.
Running quickly, he ran into the dim light curtain in front of him.
Stepping out of the light curtain, his eyes turned into endless brilliance.
The roaring sound resounded.
A chaotic fight!
Countless Golden Crow clansmen fought with the human army.
The two Golden Crow True Spirits used all their strength to activate their own strength to protect the Golden Crow behind them who could not form a formation.
Ahead, six human true spirits used all their strength to suppress the Golden Crow's space step by step.
Above the head, a ball of golden crow divine flames floated.
This is the third floor.
As long as you get the approval of the Golden Crow Divine Flame, you can be tested by the seniors of the Golden Crow clan.
But at this time, no one had a chance to rush into the divine flame.
Both Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang tried their best to protect the Golden Crow tribe behind them.
"boom--"
In the distance, a voice flew into the sky.
Zhang Yu!
Zhang Yu, the true spirit of the Golden Crow tribe!
It's just that Zhang Yu was in a panic at this time, and one of his shoulders was nowhere to be found.
He flew up into the sky, crashed into the Golden Crow Divine Flame, and disappeared.
One of the true spirit realms escaped.
"Prince Shang Zhenyu, Crown Prince Zhang Chenyang, let's go!"
"You go, we will stop-"
"All the nine-level Yuanlings leave!"
A chaotic roar resounded among the Golden Crow army.
It's a pity that no matter how loud they roar, they can't inspire more fighting power.
All of them did their best.
"Clan Chief Han Muye hands you over to me, and I will take you all out." Shang Zhenyu shouted loudly, and bright golden light burst out from his body.
"Zhang Chenyang, take them away. I'll stop them from here!"
He took one step forward, his body shining like the sun.
At this moment, he wanted to ignite his true spirit and body.
It’s just a matter of using all your strength to fight to the death, who wouldn’t?
Didn’t Patriarch Han Muye do this before?
Isn’t this what Qin Nanxun did?
"Are you blocking?" At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.
"Can you stop it?"
"I'll do it."
Han Muye's figure fell beside him and stretched out his hand to pull him away.
A golden true spirit bone flew towards the stunned Shang Zhenyu.
"Refining it."
Another true spirit bone flew towards Zhang Chenyang, who was equally confused but also looked surprised.
Endless flames burst out from Han Muye's body, gathering into a golden cloak.
The black long sword in his hand was pointing forward, with a blank expression on his face.
"I disappoint you, but I'm alive again."
