In front of Mu Yang Mountain, Mu Changkong led a team of Jin Crow powerhouses behind him to wait.

"It's coming!"

Someone let out a low cry and stretched out his hand to the sky in front of him.

Over there, the clouds were rolling, the power of heaven and earth was turbulent, and the golden streamer of the Dao was shining.

"It's the manifestation of the power of the Golden Crow bloodline."

The black-robed old man standing beside Mu Changkong flashed a trace of golden light in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "The strength of the bloodline of this patriarch of the Hanshan tribe is probably not inferior to those great sect descendants. ”

Mu Changkong nodded.

This is also the reason why he values Han Muye very much.

In his opinion, the future of this Hanshan clan patriarch is limitless.

"Brother Changkong, let's go." In the void, Han Muye's voice sounded.

The vast golden crow phantom has emerged.

The unreal golden crow that formed as a whole is thousands of feet tall, and every time it spreads its wings, it drives Gangfeng to gather wantonly.

"Haha, we're going to have to show off our skills this time!"

"Let's go, go to the Clear Sky Wasteland." Mu Changkong shouted, and the disciples of the Golden Crow Clan behind him also flew up, and the strength in his body became one with him.

Most of the ethnic groups in the Great Wilderness still have some means of inheritance.

Although this kind of condensation method cannot increase combat power, it is convenient to travel.

The golden crow spread its wings for 3,000 miles and soared to the nine heavens.

The sky was full of the vibration of the golden crow, which shattered the heavens and the earth.

"It's the Golden Crow!"

Above the earth, someone shouted.

The Jinwu clan is a great wilderness clan, and it flew sideways at this time, which immediately attracted onlookers.

"I don't know where the two Golden Crow tribes are heading to the Clear Sky Wasteland?"

"Look at this momentum, at least two 100,000 people, right?"

Some people quietly lowered their heads, not looking at the golden crow that was full of the power of the great sun.

Some people's eyes flashed with divine light, wanting to see through the two golden crow phantoms.

After flying away for three days, a black giant bird blocked the way.

"Cloudy Harrier?" Han Muye's voice sounded.

Cloudy Sky Flying Harrier, a different species of bird in the wilderness, fast and fierce.

These beasts are most fond of culling birds for food.

Although the cultivation realm of this thousand-zhang Yuntian Flying Harrier has not reached the realm of true spirits, it is at least the ninth level of the Yuan Spirit.

It was not only Han Muye's team that stood in the way.

The ranks of many of the races below have dispersed.

In mid-air, some of the ethnic groups that had fled before were also quietly hidden.

Facing the powerful birds in this heavenly firmament, I am afraid that they will suffer heavy casualties.

"Brother Han, let me come." Mu Changkong's voice sounded.

Mu Changkong's cultivation is already the ninefold peak of the Yuan Spirit, and it is not difficult to deal with this flying harrier.

"No, you don't." Han Muye opened his mouth.

"Gather." His voice rang out again.

As the words fell, between heaven and earth, a strong light of the Great Sun Golden Crow emerged.

The light and shadow turned into a sky-high spear, and stabbed directly at the cloudy flying harrier that was blocking the front.

The light of the golden crow is a spear!

This is the power of heaven and earth, and it is the awakening of the bloodline of the Great Ri Golden Crow!

The cloudy sky flying harrier screamed, spread its wings, and turned its head to flee.

If it dared to block the golden light of the great sun, the next moment there would be endless power of heaven and earth to smash down.

It's not stupid.

Until the Harrier fled, everyone looked up at the golden spear above the sky.

"Let's go."

Han Muye raised his hand and waved the spear away, and then the golden crow phantom behind him spread his wings and walked away through the air.

It wasn't until he flew tens of thousands of miles away that Mu Changkong's voice behind him came.

"Makino, why do you show the power of the Golden Crow bloodline so much?"

He didn't understand that Han Muye had the power of the awakened Golden Crow bloodline, which should be their killer weapon when hunting.

Why it's revealed now.

"Brother Changkong, since it is a hunt, it is not known who is the prey, and it is not necessary to blindly hide the strength." Han Muye's voice revealed arrogance.

"Don't worry, it's just the power of the bloodline."

The power of the Golden Crow bloodline is strong, but it is not Han Muye's real powerful means.

He was now in the Ninefold Realm of the Yuan Spirit, and took out the Wanhe Sword Box.

Kendo is his strongest means.

The golden crow flew away extremely fast, and three days later, it landed on a vast wasteland.

On the wasteland, at this time, the blood was already soaring, and the endless divine light and the primordial spirit were intertwined.

A tribe of birds in the sky, a tribe of beasts on the earth.

All kinds of primordial spirit phantoms soared into the air, and their momentum collided, as if they were about to break through their own realm between heaven and earth.

"Boom-"

Two golden crow phantoms fell, directly rushing through the world.

Around, a venerable beast Yuan Spirit Phantom was knocked away, and he didn't dare to face it.

The golden crow roared, shaking the heavens and the earth, as if it was showing its sovereignty.

"Hmph, Golden Crow, what's the big deal." Someone whispered and snorted coldly, but his eyes were full of fear.

"The Great Sun Golden Crow, really domineering, worthy of the name of the top clan in the Great Wilderness." There were also people with a look of adoration in their eyes, and their eyes were fixed on the golden crow phantom.

People in the world have never had the same hearts and different minds.

It is impossible to make everyone recognize, the only thing to do is to make your own strength the strongest backing.

"Hugh—"

A golden streamer fell in front of Han Muye and them.

Han Muye raised his hand to catch it.

"Zhuoyuan Jinwu's summoning order."

Zhuoyuan Department, the first clan of Jinwu within tens of thousands of miles.

There are millions of clansmen in the clan, three powerhouses of the True Spirit Realm are in charge, there are many masters of the ninth layer of the Yuan Spirit, and other powerhouses who have awakened the bloodline of the Golden Crow abound.

At this time, Mu Changkong also held a golden light in his hand.

"To go or not?" Han Muye looked at Mu Changkong.

"Go, why not." Mu Changkong grinned and said, "This kind of big clan summoning order will share the benefits. ”

Since all parties are to be summoned, it is natural to come up with sufficient benefits.

If not, who will work?

Hearing his words, Han Muye took the golden light into his palm, turned it into a golden vein, and then led the three thousand clansmen behind him to walk forward quickly.

Mu Changkong also followed, and the army of 20,000 Mu Yangshan behind him was sensational.

Thousands of miles ahead, a large camp emerged.

The camp covers an area of 100 miles, and a golden crow phantom stands in the air.

In the middle of the camp, a three-thousand-zhang high golden crow floated in the air, and its golden eyes looked around, as bright as the great sun in the sky.

"That's Zhuo Yuanbu."

"There are already more than one hundred and eighty large and small Golden Crow tribes gathered around."

Mu Changkong's expression was slightly solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid this hunt is not as simple as we thought. ”

Along the way, many other clans have also formed large camps.

This is something that has never happened in the past in the wilderness.

Han Muye nodded, his gaze falling on those golden crow phantoms.

The huge golden crow in the middle seemed to sense something and turned its head slightly.

"Hanshan Ministry, Muyang Mountain Ministry."

Walking outside the camp, there were already people chanting at the gate of the camp.

A team of soldiers wearing gold armor blocked Han Muye and them.

A group that can wear battle armor, which is rare in the Great Wilderness.

Whether it is the Han Mountain Department or the Muyang Mountain Department, not everyone is wearing armor.

In fact, with the financial resources of the Han Shan Department and the treasures brought by Han Muye himself, it is not difficult to make everyone in the Han Shan Department wear armor.

It's even an extremely simple thing.

But Han Muye didn't do that.

Although Han Shanbu is the clan he controls in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, he will eventually leave.

Besides, for the Golden Crow Clan, the best battle armor is the awakening of their own bloodline power.

Warframe, sometimes still burdensome.

Looking at the army behind Han Muye, a trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the golden-armored generals who led the team in front.

The armor is incomplete, and the weapons are messy.

The combat power of such a group can be imagined.

"Hanshan Ministry, Muyang Mountain Ministry." The leader of the Golden Crow Clan revealed the power of the blue primordial spirit.

Sevenfold Elemental Spirit.

"You go and make up your clan's armor first."

He waved his hand, turned and left.

Warframe complete?

What do you mean?

Mu Changkong snorted: "Where to mend your armor?" ”

Hearing his words, the general turned around, with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to point out of the camp: "Go and rob it!" ”

He sneered and looked at Han Muye and Mu Changkong: "Is it possible to let you enter the camp, and then send you the battle armor of my Zhuoyuan Department?" ”

"The armor is not complete, and I am embarrassed to participate in the hunt."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Mu Changkong's face was pale, and the Yuan Spirit behind him slowly emerged.

"Forget it, it is estimated that the strength of the ethnic group in this camp is enough." Han Muye stretched out his hand and patted Mu Changkong's shoulder, and opened his mouth.

The minds of those who received the summoned people were incomparably nimble.

If it weren't for the order of the high-level officials of the Zhuoyuan Department here, this person would never dare to stop the Han Mountain Department and the Muyang Mountain Department and prevent them from entering the camp.

At this time, it must be that the power of the collection is enough, and there is no need for it.

Mu Changkong waved his fist hatefully, turned around and strode away.

Han Muye didn't stay any longer, turned around and led the clansmen away.

In the middle of the camp, in the middle of the big tent, a young man in a yellow robe stood with his hands in his hands.

"That is the descendant who is known as the first to awaken the Golden Crow bloodline in 10,000 years?" A sneer appeared on the young man's face, and a surging golden streamer flashed in his eyes.

Awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, but it is not strong enough.

"What the prince said is that this person is the patriarch of the Hanshan tribe, and he has awakened the bloodline of the Golden Crow, and according to calculations, he has at least reached the realm of the scorching sun."

Behind the young man, an old man in a cyan robe whispered.

The bloodline of the Golden Crow clan will have different levels depending on the degree of intensity.

The rising sun, the blazing sun, the blazing sun, the Yongming golden crow, the great day of the golden crow, the Haotian golden crow.

Being able to awaken to the scorching sun bloodline is a true spirit seed that is a certainty.

Hearing the old man's words, the yellow-robed young man's face became gloomy.

What he himself awakened was nothing more than the power of the Chaoyang bloodline.

Among his peers, there are very few who awaken the power of the sun.

A remote Hanshan tribe, a small ethnic group of only tens of thousands of people, how can there be the awakening of the scorching sun bloodline?

"Hmph, after this hunt, I don't want to see this Han Shanbu." The yellow-robed young man let out a low snort, turned around and walked into the big tent.

The old man in the green robe nodded, and turned his head to look at Han Muye and them, who had already left the camp.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time the Terran Wanhua Immortal Dynasty army is dispatched, coming strongly, not to be underestimated, we must gather all the Jinwu clans, and there can be no scattered clans to be besieged and killed......"

In the midst of the tent, a majestic voice resounded.

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Ten days later, with a roar in the void, countless races rushed towards the wasteland.

The clear sky wasteland is vast, and large armies rush into it, slowly scattering into small black spots.

Only those large ethnic groups, lined up in large battle formations, and tens of millions of armies slowly marching forward, are they more spectacular.

The most magnificent of them was a huge army of two million people, and a Terran army full of chariots and many exotic beasts pulling carts.

The army of two million people was the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, led and commanded by Wu Zhuang, the Marquis of Chaolie.

Wu Zhuang, the Marquis of Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, a powerhouse of the True Spirit Realm, once led a large army to conquer the depths of the Great Wilderness and slaughtered many strange beasts.

His hands have been stained with the blood of many Great Wilderness tribes.

But at this time, the wasteland is hunting, and in the face of a two-million-strong army, it is difficult for all the tribes of the flood and wilderness to join forces to besiege it.

The two million armies were neatly arrayed, with spears and armor, bows and crossbows, and chariots.

The army moved in an orderly manner.

Such a military formation cannot be rushed at all without three or five times the strength.

All the tribes in the Great Wilderness, how can there be a united army of millions?

If all the races in the Great Wilderness can work together, how can there be a chance for the rise of the Immortal Dynasty of the Human Race.

This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

On the other side, the Terrans were full of chariots, and the army of millions was all driving.

These chariots have a variety of equipment on them, as well as powerful beasts pulling carts, which look hideous and powerful.

Although it is a million-strong army, it is even stronger than the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty with a two-million-strong army.

This is the army of the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom.

These two armies put great pressure on all ethnic groups, and many ethnic groups quietly stayed away.

Even those who have gathered the power of the same blood from all sides are also cautious.

"I've inquired about it all." On a deserted hill, Han Dingyi, who was carrying a big bow, walked in front of Han Muye.

"They're really for the Beast."

"The birthday of the little princess of the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom is imminent, in order to congratulate her on her birthday, all parties in the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom are out to find all kinds of Rui beasts."

Han Dingyi stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, and said in a low voice: "The little princess of the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom is said to have a vision when she was born, and all the strange beasts are close to her. ”

"The Xuanling Immortal Kingdom is now collecting all kinds of strange beasts, because their little princess has made a move and drawn a divine pattern that can make the strange beasts surrender."

Born with a vision.

Han Muye's heart moved.

He will also have the means to make the monster surrender.

But if it's a mythical beast, I'm afraid it's a little difficult.

But with some bloodline inheritance methods, maybe it can really be.

Could this little princess also be the one who came to the ruins with her?

It's a bit far, and I'll explore it when I have the chance.

"As for the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, I heard that it is also for the enlightened beast." Han Dingyi shook his head and said in a low voice, "If this enlightened beast is hunted and killed, its true spirit power can create at least three true spirit realms. ”

"As for the other races, most of them are also for the divine beasts this time."

It's easy to understand.

Hunting is to gain strong bloodline power.

If not, who wants to come?

This kind of hunting is extremely dangerous.

If one is not good, it may be the end of the destruction of the race.

"Good work." Han Muye reached out and patted Han Dingyi's shoulder, then turned his head to look at Mu Changkong beside him.

Now on this hill, there are not only the two of them, but also the two Jinwu tribes who have also not been collected by the Zhuoyuan Tribe.

These two Jinwu people are even less, together there are only a thousand people.

The strongest of them were the two patriarchs of the Eightfold Yuan Spirit Realm.

In addition to these two, there are seven or eight other ethnic groups.

There are more than 300 people in the Green Wolf Clan, there are also more than 1,000 Clouded Leopard Clan, and there are 2,000 people in the Tianyunhe Clan.

None of them are powerful races.

These tribes, which had no one to take in, gathered together in the hope of gaining some advantage from the hunt.

If they don't cling to the majority, it's because even if they go, they won't be taken seriously, and they will even be used as attrition.

It's better to just hold together.

"Everyone, the hunt begins, let's go too."

Han Muye nodded towards Mu Changkong, and then raised his hand.

The figure of the Dao Dao rushed forward.

The rest of the race followed suit, rushing into the wasteland.

On the wasteland, countless beasts and powerful beasts of all kinds collided between the hunting teams.

All kinds of primordial spirits were revealed, and the power of heaven and earth in the void gradually became chaotic.

Behind Han Muye, those Jinwu people from the Han Mountain Department were orderly and kept up steadily.

"Roar—"

With a wild roar, two blood-colored giant bears with a height of three feet and a long tail and armor rushed towards Han Muye and their team.

"The silver ring blood-scaled bear, the bloodline of the desolate beast, the power is infinite, and the physical defense is extremely strong." Mu Changkong took a deep breath, stepped forward, and held the long knife in his hand, "How about it, see who is faster?" ”

"Kill." Han Muye, who was holding a golden spear, responded with this sentence.

He flew up, the spear in his hand turning into nine golden crow phantoms, and smashed down on the giant bear's head.

"The Nine Heavens War Spear Technique, amazing!" Mu Changkong's eyes lit up, and he looked at the nine golden lights that Han Muye stabbed out, and shouted.

He didn't stop himself, he flew up, and the long knife in his hand slashed straight down.

The sword light turned into a phantom that cracked the heavens and the earth, flickering with cyan streamers.

"Boom-"

The Nine Golden Crow Phantoms submerged a silver-ringed blood-scaled bear, and countless golden lights intertwined, exploded, and turned into long arrows scattered in all directions, piercing into the weak spots of the giant bear's blood armor.

The giant bear roared, blood splattered all over its body.

On the other side, on the other blood-scaled bear, eight silver light streaks appeared, and the person stood up and punched out.

"Peng!"

The long knife collided with the giant fist transformed by the silver ring, and the blade slammed slightly, directly cracking the silver ring open, slashing over the forehead of the blood-scaled bear.

The huge blood-scaled bear's body shattered, and the scattered qi and blood rushed towards the surroundings like blood-colored clouds.

Mu Changkong, who was at the forefront, had a surging silver light on his body, extracting the surrounding blood.

Hunting alien beasts can excite their bloodline power.

In this way, they can give a chance to break through to a master like them who is stuck in a bottleneck.

Above the wasteland, there is such a blood mist everywhere.

This is the most direct killing.

"Peng—"

The body of another blood-scaled bear that was penetrated by the light of Han Muye's spear also exploded, and the qi and blood and the power of the origin were scattered.

However, the blood-colored scale armor of the blood-scaled bear was not damaged in the slightest, and it was still blood-colored, and it fell to the ground.

Mu Changkong put away the long knife and laughed.

His knife made the scattered ethnic groups around him look sideways, and the hegemony of one knife was terrifying.

Compared with him, Han Muye's shot looked much more low-key.

But Han Muye obtained the scale armor of an eight-layer Yuan Spirit Beast, and the harvest was much larger than his.

Neither loses.

"Go on." Mu Changkong raised his head and looked at the low hills in the distance.

Over there, thousands of people were surrounding several tall beasts, slowly grinding them down.

It's just that those few alien beasts are obviously powerful, and it is difficult for thousands of people to take them down.

"Gather the scales and move on." Han Muye let out a low snort, holding a spear in his hand, parallel to Mu Changkong.

The two of them rushed up the hill, the swords and guns in their hands burst into brilliance, the brilliant silver spirit power behind Mu Changkong shone, and Han Muye's body turned into a golden crow phantom.

However, a few tricks dealt with those strange beasts, and the two of them did not stay, and directly led the group away.

"The strong man of the Golden Crow Clan?" Watching the two of them lead the group of men and horses away, the people of the tribe on the hill who thought that they would not get any benefit were a little dazed.

The body of the alien beast that was killed by Han Muye and Mu Changkong was still in place, and the two did not take it away.

It's a gift.

"Let's go, keep up." Someone whispered, leading the clan masters behind them to follow Han Muye and their team.

The hunt in the wasteland continued, and the strange beasts encountered more and more became stronger and stronger.

There are the Red Flame Tigers that spew out a mouthful of poisonous fire and directly incinerate them in a radius, and there are also groups of Blood Moon Demon Wolves who can fight back and kill the lone clan.

Of course, the gains of all ethnic groups are also great.

In a month, there were more than 300 masters in the Han Mountain Department who had broken through to the fifth layer of the Yuan Spirit.

There are also more than forty people on the sixth layer of Yuan Ling.

Han Jin, Han Dingyi and others have also improved their cultivation a lot.

The point is this kind of killing, so that their combat power is more pure.

"Boom-"

Ahead, the loud roar of the strong fighting came.

For a month, deep into the wasteland, many tribes were already unable to hold on.

Because the combat power of that kind of powerful beast is too strong, it can directly sweep thousands of people with one head.

It's not the kind of human race that can fight in formation, who can bear it?

These tribes either quit the hunt or follow behind the big ones and pick up some small bargains.

Others are looking for groups that can be grouped.

Unconsciously, Han Muye and the others also gathered dozens of ethnic groups, with more than 100,000 people.

Han Muye and Mu Changkong didn't control these tribes either.

This kind of loose cluster, when the wind is smooth, is okay, once it encounters a hard battle, it will inevitably be dispersed.

None of them are familiar with each other, and it's hard to work together.

There's no need to waste time dealing with these people.

However, there are also advantages to being outnumbered, at least when you meet other ethnic groups, you will not fall behind in momentum.

Over the low hills, the scene ahead unfolded.

"Terran!" Someone let out a low breath.

In the wasteland ahead, there is a human army.

The Terran army wearing red armor was in a neat and square formation.

The alien beasts surrounded by the army, even if they are tall and powerful, cannot rush out.

"Shoot-"

There was a military order.

"Peng—"

Long arrows rained down, covering them layer by layer, shooting the tall beasts to the ground.

The army passed like a plow.

This kind of power makes the tribes on the hill staggering.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, looking at the strict military formation.

This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

Against such a large army, the 100,000 people behind him could not resist for a quarter of an hour.

No, after a few rounds of arrows, the scattered groups will flee.

Walking down the hill, he raised his hand and pulled out a long cyan arrow that pierced the ground two feet deep.

"What a clever forging method." Mu Changkong on the side spoke in a low voice.

The arrow is full of green steel, a long barb, and a surging divine pattern.

This divine pattern is very shallow, with only a trace of strength.

Armor piercing.

Thousands of these arrows are gathered together and are indestructible.

Han Muye's expression was also slightly solemn.

The Wanhua Immortal Dynasty was even more powerful than he had imagined.

Looking up at the sky, the sun is glorious.

To confront 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 they 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 alien beasts.

"Skystar Unicorn."

"I need that horn too." Mu Changkong's battle intent was condensed.

"Okay," Han Muye raised the spear in his hand and pointed forward.

"It's just a robbery."