Nothing can stop the 30,000 warriors galloping towards them.
That gathering, like a raging river, is a force that has never appeared in the prehistoric world.
Fighting spirit.
Evil spirit.
charge.
So what if millions of troops are ahead?
The triangular pyramid battle formation directly tore apart the military formation of a million troops.
Not counting military formations, millions of troops stood there loosely, at a loss, and torn apart like tofu.
It only takes a quarter of an hour for 30,000 war cavalry to penetrate a million human formations.
Then, with Zhu Rong shouting loudly, the battle formation changed again and charged past in a different direction.
No matter what totem beast you are, no matter what divine pattern master you are, no matter what priest you are, they are all just beings stepped into the mud in front of the torrent.
Run wildly.
Howling.
Waving.
Amidst roars and wailing, the torrent once again pierced the battle formation.
At this time, the million-strong army had collapsed.
No one has the will to fight anymore.
Who dares to resist anymore?
His totem beasts have been killed, and his priests have been reduced to flesh. How can he resist with just the stick in his hand?
The roaring sound resounded, and everyone subconsciously turned around and ran away.
"Hmph, this is the human race, they don't have any courage at all..." In the distant void, the thoughts of the divine beasts' souls were conveyed.
But no one responded at this time.
The one running away is the human race, so isn’t it the one chasing after him?
The fleeing tribe has no courage, but the humans who are chasing them have enough courage, right?
"Kneel down to avoid death——"
Zhu Rong raised his spear and shouted to the sky.
"Kneel down to avoid death——"
A long cry spread across the wilderness.
A human body fell to his knees.
As long as you don't die, everything in this world will be fine.
It was originally a tribe of countless large and small groups, with no real friendship between them. When fighting, they didn't even know why they were fighting.
Do you still expect this group of people to really fight to the death?
What's the point of such a desperate effort?
"Liaoyuan——"
Riding a black tiger, Zhu Rong roared and ran.
"Must win——"
Thirty thousand warriors roared wildly.
In this battle, at least 800,000 people surrendered.
Eight hundred thousand people joined the Liaoyuan tribe.
These humans were escorted to the headquarters of the Liaoyuan tribe.
When the army returned, the headquarters was completely in a state of excitement.
Zhu Rong lit the sacred fire on the altar and offered sacrifices to heaven and earth.
"Heaven and earth favor us. Perhaps the prehistoric era has placed its last hope on the human race, right?" Han Muye raised his head with a smile on his face.
He could feel that the origin of the ancient world had been opened to him.
He can sense and intercept the original power.
There are 100,000 people in this tribe who have accepted Zhu Rong’s divine pattern inheritance.
enough.
With these 100,000 people, they can already directly suppress the ethnic group.
After the army returned to the ethnic group's base, they did not organize any more expeditions.
But groups of humans left their base and headed for the wasteland.
Round up monsters.
This time, Zhu Rong and the others are going to create a terrifying war cavalry.
The various ethnic groups who were originally trembling in the wilderness breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Liaoyuan tribe did not pursue the victory.
But within three months, all the ethnic groups were in panic again.
The Liaoyuan tribe formed another eight thousand war cavalry.
They also hunted in the wilderness, rounded up monsters suitable for use as mounts, and sent them to the tribe for domestication.
Now the Liaoyuan tribe's war cavalry has reached a terrifying 100,000.
How many more war cavalry do they need to form?
What do they want to do?
For a time, the human tribes in the wasteland, the mythical beasts, and the ethnic groups behind the mythical beasts were all discussing in confusion.
Within half a year, the Liaoyuan tribe formed another 20,000 war cavalry.
At this time, the alliance formed in the wasteland was also established.
Block the alliance of the Liaoyuan tribe.
Wasteland Alliance.
In the central tent of the Liaoyuan tribe, a big man wearing half armor walked quickly.
"Clan leader, Master Han, the Wasteland Alliance has sent a challenge."
The big man held a black stone engraved with divine patterns in his hand.
There was no writing in ancient times, only divine patterns.
These divine patterns can also convey messages.
Zhu Rong took the stone and frowned.
"The priest and the divine pattern master have a bet?"
Send out the strongest divine pattern masters and priests for a competition.
The losing party needs to surrender unconditionally.
Zhu Rong had a sneer on his face: "I have a hundred thousand warriors, but they don't dare to challenge me. They still want us to compete with priests and divine pattern masters?"
"If you want to fight, then it's a battle with one hundred thousand of my warriors."
His words made everyone else in the tent nod and laugh.
Today's Liaoyuan tribe has countless war cavalry and nearly two million tribesmen. Why bother competing with others as priests and divine pattern masters?
"It's not impossible for priests and divine pattern masters to compete."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
Everyone turned to look up.
Han Muye sat there.
"Master Han, what do you mean?" Zhu Rong's face showed surprise.
It's not that the Liaoyuan Tribe doesn't have divine pattern masters and priests, it's just that they really can't handle them in terms of strength.
Han Muye said that he wanted to compete between priests and divine pattern masters. How to compete?
Han Muye raised his hand, and golden light curtains appeared in front of him.
What is revealed in the light curtain is the location of each ethnic group in the wasteland.
"Tell them they choose the position and we choose the method."
Turning to look at everyone in the tent, Han Muye said with a calm expression, "I'll go this time."
No one spoke up to refute, and no one questioned.
From the rise of the Liaoyuan tribe, everything was given by Master Han.
Even the patriarch Zhu Rong was taught by Master Han.
The Liaoyuan Tribe was Master Han’s hard work, and he could not bury it easily.
Master Han is going to participate in the competition between divine pattern masters and priests, so he must be sure of it.
"I will lead one hundred thousand warriors—" Zhu Rong just started, but Han Muye waved his hand to stop him.
"Then they won't be willing to compete." Han Muye chuckled, "What I want is for them to really compete."
When the reply from the Liaoyuan Tribe arrived, the principals of the Wasteland Alliance all had smiles on their faces.
It’s done.
This matter was planned by all parties, and was promoted by powerful beasts behind it.
Now the Liaoyuan tribe has really been fooled.
"Just choose Wuliang Mountain as the location for the competition."
"As for the priests and divine pattern masters who participate in the competition, each tribe will select it themselves, and then gather together to compete and select."
"This time, we will make the Liaoyuan Tribe lose completely."
For a moment, the entire tribe in the wasteland started to move.
Divine Pattern Masters and Priests all show their strength among their own tribes and want to get a chance to participate in the competition.
The totem beasts in those ethnic groups are also willing to cooperate.
This time, they blocked the Liaoyuan tribe, causing it to completely decline and be annexed.
The various ethnic groups have already discussed that whoever contributes more force will be allocated more war cavalry.
We have already discussed how to divide the Liaoyuan tribe.
For more than half a year, all parties made troubles, and finally selected more than 100,000 divine pattern masters and priests to come to Wuliang Mountain.
These are the divine pattern masters and priests who are qualified to participate in the competition. The number of divine pattern masters and priests who came to observe has reached a terrifying two million.
This is almost all the divine pattern masters and priests of the human race in the wasteland have.
As for ordinary humans, more people come to Wuliang Mountain.
Tents were stationed one after another, stretching for hundreds of miles.
Half a month later, three thousand divine pattern masters and priests from the Liaoyuan tribe arrived.
Three thousand is a lot.
No matter which ethnic group, having three thousand divine pattern masters and priests represents the strength of their ethnic group.
Wuliang Mountain, on the top of the mountain is a five-way high platform, towering into the clouds.
The creation of heaven and earth is a work of miraculous craftsmanship.
"Please ask the Liaoyuan tribe to choose the method of fighting." The black-armored old man standing on a high platform looked at Han Muye and spoke loudly.
The black armor on his body was produced by the Liaoyuan Tribe.
Han Muye nodded and glanced around.
Tens of thousands of divine pattern masters and priests stood on the surrounding high platforms. In the middle was a towering mountain peak, with a platform thousands of feet in diameter at the top of the peak.
"There are two competitions between divine tattoo masters, one to discuss divine patterns and one to carve divine patterns."
"The priest has two battles, one to sacrifice and one to attract."
"Is there any problem?"
Han Muye's voice echoed throughout Wuliang Mountain.
His words brought smiles to the faces of countless divine pattern masters and priests.
"Haha, I thought they were going to have a direct fight to the death, but I didn't expect it would be a literary fight."
A fight to the death is a direct fight between divine symbols and divine beasts.
As for literary fighting, it was Han Muye who proposed it, talking about divine patterns, carving divine patterns, as well as sacrifices and attractions.
None of this involves a fight.
Do you really regard this competition as a demonstration of your level of ability?
It seems that the Liaoyuan Tribe has grown so powerful that they don’t even know how high the sky is.
This time, they were doomed.
Han Muye chose a fighting method, and all tribes took action quickly.
Three days later, one hundred Divine Pattern Masters appeared on the top stone platform.
When they saw the people from the Liaoyuan tribe participating in the competition, they were all stunned.
one person.
Han Muye was alone.
"Haha, it seems that either the Liaoyuan tribe really doesn't have any strong people, or they are extremely confident."
"I wonder which category they belong to?"
There is a thought coming from a divine beast in the void.
In the middle of the high platform, an old man holding a bone staff in his hand stepped forward.
"For the sake of fairness in this competition, I have invited the mythical beast Yunhai Magic Dragon to come over."
The old man raised his hand, and a long blue-gray dragon figure shook in the void.
The long dragon's body turned, and the surrounding clouds swirled, and then turned into lights and shadows.
The light and shadow are all scenes on the high platform at this time.
Even under Wuliang Mountain, the scene on the high platform can be clearly seen at this time, and the sound can be heard clearly.
"Haha, this is going to kill the Liaoyuan tribe completely."
"Let's see how they lose this time."
"It's ridiculous that one person from the Liaoyuan Tribe dares to compete with the entire alliance for divine marks."
"I thought their Liaoyuan tribe was so strong, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."
At the foot of Wuliang Mountain, messy discussions were heard.
On the stone platform at the top of the mountain, an old man with white beard wearing a leather robe stepped forward and bowed slightly to Han Muye.
He turned to look at the others.
"Everyone, I, Hexi Yundang tribe Qike, have made a fool of themselves today."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and an illusory divine pattern appeared in front of him.
This divine pattern is illusory, flowing like a small river, and then converges into a big river.
"The totem beast of the Yundang tribe is the water vein beast Fukang. The Fukang beast circulates rivers and can gather water vapor in the world."
"The flow of water should be concentrated in large and small sizes, and it should flow endlessly."
"Look, everyone, the divine beast that controls the power of water veins gives its original power. If we want to borrow its power, we should figure it out..."
Even though the other divine pattern masters nodded their heads after hearing this, Han Muye still looked indifferent.
Water vein divine pattern.
The simplest divine pattern that gathers the power of water vapor.
This divine pattern was passed down by the divine beast Fukang, and it has a very clear mark of the divine beast.
It borrows the power of divine beasts, not the power of heaven and earth.
After the divine pattern master of the Hexi Yundang tribe finished speaking, there was a lot of compliments around him.
At the foot of the mountain, more divine pattern masters had bright eyes.
"Today I saw the methods of a truly powerful master of divine patterns."
"This is the water vein divine pattern, it's so magical."
"No wonder they can reach the high platform. Their understanding of divine patterns is really beyond our comparison."
Seeing the divine patterns slowly dissipating in the light curtain, many people sighed with emotion.
After the first divine pattern master told the story, he raised his hand and carved the divine pattern on the stone nearby.
The moment the divine pattern was carved, clouds of air lingered on it.
The second divine pattern master displayed the wooden vein divine pattern, which came from the wooden vein divine beast Tuoshu.
Tuoshu is a tree in ancient times and has the power to control trees.
The third person displayed the fire vein divine pattern, which turned into a rain of fire with the power of the fire vein divine beast Yunhuo Bird.
…
One by one, the divine pattern masters showed and explained their understanding of divine patterns and analyzed the characteristics of their own divine patterns.
This is a rare publicity opportunity that will allow more people to see the methods of their own mythical beasts.
This is also an opportunity to improve your own family group and divine beasts.
Each one of them showed their skills, which made the human race below Wuliang Mountain mesmerized.
"I have to say that the human race is indeed a rare intelligent race in the world." A divine beast came out with thoughts in the void.
"This kind of learning ability is really terrifying."
"Indeed, you can only drive them, but you can't really let them control the power."
The thoughts of the mythical beasts are intertwined.
On the high platform, everyone slowly looked at Han Muye.
Under the high platform, all eyes fell on Han Muye.
"Master Han is going to show off his skills." Someone from the Liaoyuan tribe whispered.
Everyone else's eyes were shining.
Han Muye stepped forward slowly and stood in front of a huge stone.
He raised his hand, and golden light gathered on his fingertips, then turned into an illusory divine pattern.
"This is water."
"The essence of heaven and earth, the source of all things."
With gentle caress of the palm, the divine lines gradually became clearer.
The water vapor coming out of the clear divine lines seemed to surge directly into a river.
"Water is both soft and strong."
"Divided, it nourishes all things; gathered, the heaven and earth collapse."
The divine lines on Han Muye's fingertips were clear, and the three bright lines were expanding and expanding.
Above the sky, millions of feet of divine patterns appeared.
No need for the divine beast to turn to the light screen, everyone can see this divine pattern.
The moment this divine pattern appeared, all the divine pattern masters, priests, and divine beasts around them all trembled.
"The divine pattern of heaven and earth!"
"This is the pattern of the great avenue of heaven and earth. It is not the comprehension of divine beasts, but the origin of heaven and earth!"
"How is it possible? The original divine pattern can only be printed by heaven and earth. When will living beings be able to control it?"
Some exclaimed in fear, while more people stared wide-eyed, not daring to let go of any detail.
As long as you understand one part in a billion of this divine pattern, you will be able to use it in this life!
The divine patterns change, causing rain to gather, and then rain, snow, frost and dew evolve.
The river flows and the ocean releases.
The heaven and earth tremble, and everything rises and falls.
At this moment, the entire world with a radius of millions of miles of Wuliang Mountain seemed to be swallowed directly by the flood!
This is the power of the divine patterns of heaven and earth!
Han Muye slowly raised his hand.
Between the sky and the earth, the wind was light and the clouds were calm for an instant.
"Next, I will show you the Divine Wind Pattern again."
