"Who is he?"

Zhuo Yu stared at Zhuo Tang.

A brilliant divine light shot out from his eyes.

Terran arrangement?

This kind of thing must be said to be credible!

"There is no one in my Jinwu clan who has taken refuge in the human race!" Zhuo Yu let out a low snort, his voice vibrating, and the golden light in his eyes penetrated the space in front of Zhuo Tang.

At this glance, Zhuo Tang's entire body trembled, and the golden aura in his eyes directly dissipated.

"His name is Han Muye, and he is the patriarch of the Hanshan tribe."

"It's the person who claims to be the first person in 8,000 years to awaken the Golden Crow bloodline."

"Wu Chen said that his bloodline awakening may have reached the realm of the scorching sun."

Zhuo Tang's face was dull, and he whispered in his mouth, telling all the plans.

The young bird of the blue-eyed golden eagle was arranged by him.

Everything else was done by Wu Chen.

At the beginning, the Han Mountain Department and the Muyang Department were blocked from the camp, and Wu Chen also worshiped and said that this Han Mountain Department was likely to rise within 10,000 years.

It was also said that Han Muye was most likely to become a true spirit golden crow.

"Wu Chen!" Zhuo Yu let out a low snort, and his gaze turned to the black-robed old man standing beside Zhuo Tang.

"You're the traitor." On Zhuo Yu's body, the killing intent was condensed.

The old man's face changed, and he suddenly stepped out, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Zhuo Tang's neck, showing coldness on his face.

"Patriarch Zhuoyu, I am also thinking about the son."

"Now that things have failed, I just want to leave alive."

Wu Chen said as he slowly stepped back.

The hand pressed on Zhuo Tang's neck, and the people around him did not dare to make the slightest movement.

In any case, Zhuo Tang is the son of the patriarch of Zhuo Yu and the son of Zhuo Yuan.

It's just that he only walked a few steps, and suddenly his face changed.

Behind Zhuo Yu, a surging golden black shadow emerged.

Golden Crow True Spirit!

"What good did the Terrans give you?"

Zhuo Yu's words made Wu Chen's face pale and tremble.

Zhuo Yu shook his head and raised his hand.

Wu Chen raised his hand to block Zhuo Tang in front of him.

But before he made a move, his face suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Under the true spirit, it's just ants."

Zhuo Yu's voice sounded behind him.

A bloody light slashed down, and Wu Chen's body directly shattered.

What about the ninth-layer primordial spirit, in front of the true spirit, it's just an ant.

"The prince Zhuotang is vicious and cruel to his fellow clansmen, if he can return to the Zhuoyuan Department alive in this battle, he will be imprisoned for 100,000 years and deprived of the throne."

Zhuo Yu's voice sounded again.

He looked at the golden eagle in front of him with a long roar, desperately rushing towards Han Muye, and shook his head lightly: "Forget it, if this person can live, it will also be his creation." ”

"We have traitors here, and I'm not sure about this battle."

These words made the faces of the people around him solemn.

Who would have thought that when the decisive battle was about to be held, he found that there were traitors in his army, and he was still in this decision-making place.

Needless to say, all the arrangements of the Jinwu clan have probably been exposed.

"It's okay, my Jinwu clan is already good at fighting uprightly."

"Let them come."

The true spirit behind Zhuo Yu shone, revealing a golden light that people couldn't look at directly.

The golden light spread out in all directions, as if breaking through the clouds of smoke.

In the void, there was a sound of cracking and cracking.

In the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, which was tens of thousands of miles away, the golden light curtain directly shattered.

"Haha, Zhuo Yu finally found out." The leading Jinjia general laughed and raised his hand.

"Go all out, fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The shouts of Chongxiao spread throughout, and one after another primordial spirits rose.

The neat military formation marched forward, roaring and roaring.

The big war is just around the corner.

……

At this time, Han Muye's face was calm, and he punched one punch at a time, fighting with the blue-eyed golden withering that was frantically pounced.

Every blow of the crazy Golden Eagle was only offensive and not defensive, and its strong strength and flames were staggered, smashing towards Han Muye.

Speed, power.

In the incomparably stable world of the Great Wilderness, these two things are enough.

The golden eagle brought endless golden phantoms in mid-air, and each blow seemed to tear open the heavens and the earth.

Below, everyone stared at the sky, looking at the figure.

Under the endless golden light and shadow, this figure stood still.

No matter how the golden eagle killed, Han Muye's figure was still there.

As long as you pounce, it is a punch.

"Sky Breaking Fist, it turns out that this style is like this."

Below, Han Ding's face showed excitement.

"Unchanged to deal with all changes, the patriarch's fist style has reached this level." Han Jin clenched his hands and only felt trembling.

It was a sense of one's own strength, an uncontrollable excitement.

Han Muye's seemingly slow but extremely fast fist style made him suddenly enlightened.

Countless clansmen of the Hanshan tribe clenched their fists, and their faces kept changing.

"Peng—"

Han Muye smashed his fist on the golden eagle's wings, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

His spiritual senses are strong, and he can feel the dullness of the world around him.

He had sensed a trace of the origin power of this heaven and earth, and at this time, this power was warning.

A strong enemy is coming.

Can't wait any longer!

Raising his hand, Han Muye clenched his fist.

"Kill!"

With a low snort, he moved again for the first time in a long time.

The body shape directly turned into a golden crow, and a punch turned into a spiral arc, as if a meteor had fallen.

"Peng—"

The crazy golden eagle's body was stunned, and it was smashed on the wings by this punch.

Han Muye was one point faster.

He flickered, and his strength and momentum reached its peak.

Above the heavenly dome, the body of the golden crow that was originally just a grappling was condensed, and the golden divine flame was shining.

At this moment, the golden crow overpowered the blue-eyed golden eagle!

In the eyes of countless people, Han Muye's body was full of momentum, his fist was calm and powerful, and he smashed the neck of the blue-eyed golden eagle.

"Peng!"

The golden eagle's body could no longer be controlled, and it fell downward.

"Chirp—"

"Chirp—"

The golden eagle let out a painful roar from its mouth, and its body seemed to swell.

"It's going to blow itself up!"

"It's going to explode the Yuan Spirit!"

In the distance, exclamations were heard.

A beast of this kind of cultivation exploded, and none of the Jinwu clansmen below could survive.

Everyone looked at Han Muye on the sky.

What is he going to do?

Save?

It can't be saved.

Unless it's a true spiritual realm.

Otherwise, it is impossible to save people.

The only thing he can do is to retreat.

Abandon the tribe and save it alone.

If he doesn't retreat, he won't die or be seriously injured.

Hard to choose!

"Patriarch, go!"

Han Yunhe shouted.

"Patriarch, go!"

Below, all the clansmen of the Hanshan tribe shouted.

In Han Muye's eyes, a golden halo flickered.

Taking a deep breath, there was an irrepressible power surging in him.

Raising his head, he looked at the Great Sun Golden Crow above his head.

"I kind of get it."

"Light."

Haotian Golden Crow, in order to bring light to the Great Wilderness, is willing to hang above the nine heavens.

In the great wilderness, there is its race and its bloodline.

Divine beasts, alien beasts, and thousands of living beings, not all of them are practiced for the purpose of killing and destroying.

Like the blue-eyed golden eagle in front of him, he came to find himself, also because of the death of the golden eagle young bird.

"Light."

Han Muye spoke softly.

He felt that the origin power of this heaven and earth had gathered again.

Raising his hand, he turned this source power into a golden ball of light.

The light vibrated and slowly condensed into a golden bead of light.

If this bead is refined, he will be able to step into the realm of true spirits.

But at this time, he did not refine the bead, but reached out and threw it.

The golden beads flew down and crashed into the falling blue-eyed golden eagle.

The beads fused directly into the body of the blue-eyed golden eagle, and the blue-eyed golden eagle trembled, and his eyes revealed horror.

Its form was still falling, but it was slowing down a bit.

The golden light on its body became more solemn and magnificent, and it seemed to be about to burst open.

In the eyes of outsiders, this golden eagle is about to explode its soul and body within a hundred breaths.

Many people whispered softly, with regret on their faces.

"That kid, didn't leave?" On the chariot tens of thousands of miles away, the blue-robed man whispered softly.

The old man in black armor shook his head and said, "Unwise, as a superior person, how can you be so indecisive?" ”

The blue-robed man nodded, and suddenly turned his head.

The power that had been suppressed in him seemed to flash.

"Wanhua Immortal Dynasty is moving!"

I don't know when, the vanguard of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty has already arrived a hundred miles away from Han Muye and their battle.

It was an army of 100,000 men, dressed in black armor and armed with spears.

These people hid their breath and slowly stood still.

Ahead, the leading general stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

"Ten breaths ready."

He let out a low snort.

Ten breaths later, the Golden Eagle's body burst, and the roar and the power of heaven and earth shook and would overshadow their attack.

Just wait ten breaths, and that's enough.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the golden light cluster on the sky.

Han Muye didn't go.

When the light bursts, he will also be buried with him.

"Hum—"

In the void, there seems to be a sense of the power of heaven and earth, and it sounds.

The army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty pressed down, the spear in his hand was raised, and the strength of qi and blood gathered.

"Boom-"

At this moment, the blue-eyed golden eagle wrapped in golden light suddenly rushed out, spread its wings, and turned into a golden streamer.

Flew away.

Flown away?

Fly away!

Heaven and earth, far and near, everyone looked at this scene blankly.

How can you fly away?

They are already about to blow up their bodies and Yuan Ling, how can they fly away at this level?

Zhuo Yu had a solemn expression on his face and looked up into the distance.

Those scattered ethnic groups also turned their heads abruptly.

The big man and the old man on the chariot stood up and looked ahead.

Spears flew across the sky, roaring and whistling, towards Zhuo Yu's location.

If the golden eagle's body exploded at this time, causing the power of heaven and earth to shake, perhaps the sound and traces of these spears flying down would be masked.

But the golden eagle has now flown away.

The golden eagle flew away, and there was no golden light or sound on the sky.

The spears flew down, roared, and the marks were too obvious.

The general who stood in front of the vanguard army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty twitched, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Rush-"

The sneak attack can't be successful, you can only rush!

Even if you must die, you must rush!

"Hmph, cunning Terran." Zhuo Yu snorted coldly and raised his hand with a wave.

Behind him, countless golden crow spirit phantoms appeared.

The power of the golden crow connected and turned into a golden curtain of light.

"Peng—"

All the spears were blocked, and only a few flew down.

"Kill—"

In the distance, shouts were heard.

"Fight!"

Zhuo Yu shouted.

The big war was set off directly.

The surrounding groups who were watching the battle before were already stunned.

Why are there so many Jinwu people coming all at once?

Why is there a large army of the Terrans?

The first battle just now has not really ended, why is there an unimaginable war on this side?

"Let's go!"

Many people panicked.

"Run!"

Countless people exclaimed.

Han Muye, who was standing in mid-air, turned his head to look at the stretching Golden Crow army, his breath was calm, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the Terran army was rushing.

】

Is that the biggest danger you just sensed?

Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

The army is coming to fight the Golden Crows who are participating in the hunt.

Looking at the tens of thousands of Golden Crow clan troops, and then at the scattered and fleeing tribes around him, Han Muye flew up.

"Come with me!"

The qi and blood on his body condensed, and he shouted.

Below, the Han Mountain Division, the Muyang Mountain Division, and other scattered tribes followed behind him and rushed in another direction.

The Golden Crow army is small, and the Han Mountain Department is not a big deal.

Whether it is the Han Shan Department or Mu Yangshan, this bit of ethnic strength can only be coerced in such a big war, and finally scattered.

In that case, it is better to lead your own people away.

Anyway, when he accepted the conscription order, Zhuo Yuanbu rejected him.

Roaring and colliding, the power of heaven and earth is chaotic.

Bucking the trend, Han Shanbu and Muyang Shanbu behind him are inseparable from each other.

More and more fragments have been gathered.

When he retreated thousands of miles away, nearly 500,000 tribes had gathered behind him again.

At this time, thousands of miles away, you can also see the battle on the battlefield of the army over there.

The power of heaven and earth attracted by millions of golden crows, the light of the golden crow, shines brightly.

The army of the human race is the darling of heaven and earth, and it has been blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and it is even more radiant.

Between heaven and earth, golden light and silver light are intertwined, and it seems that the whole heaven and earth are shaking.

Han Muye stood in mid-air, and the golden crow spirit appeared behind him.

He had a solemn look on his face.

Terran, too strong.

The Golden Crow Clan is extremely strong, but before the Terran military array, it can only be slowly divided.

No matter how the Golden Crow army changes, it seems that the Terrans have long controlled their movements.

"Is this a detective, or is there a traitor?"

Looking at the ever-changing phantoms and divine light over there, Han Muye whispered softly.

Someone had been obstructing them when they had received the summoning order.

Could it be that it was the traitors who acted at that time?

"Kill—"

An army of 10,000 people rushed in.

In the distance, there were also Terran armies of various formations scattered in all directions.

This is to drive away the surrounding tribes and the strange beasts.

Behind Han Muye, the army that had just gathered began to retreat.

There is simply no way for these people to be cohesive.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

In him, there is a surge of fighting spirit.

In the distance, the army of the Golden Crow seemed to have been slowly divided and surrounded.

The Terrans have at least five million troops this time.

With five times the strength, plus those battle formations and armor weapons, and plenty of battle equipment, the Golden Crow can only wait to be slowly slaughtered.

"Jin Yutao, you have the ability to fight with the patriarch!"

In the void, Zhuo Yu's voice resounded.

A huge golden crow phantom condensed and flapped its wings above the heavenly dome.

The great sun golden crow in the sky seems to be shining with it.

"World War I?" A contemptuous voice rang out.

"Zhuo Yu, the patriarch of your little Golden Crow Zhuoyuan Clan, what qualifications do you have to challenge Ben Hou?"

"Ben Hou has an army of tens of millions, and killing you is like crushing an ant."

"Challenge Ben Hou, you are also worthy!"

The sound roared like thunder.

The surrounding Terran armies shouted in response.

The momentum of the Golden Crow tribe was completely suppressed.

Looking at it this way, the defeat of the Golden Crow clan is decided.

"Patriarch, what to do!"

Han Dingyi's chant came from below.

Ahead, several Terran armies surrounded them, and if they didn't leave, they couldn't leave.

In the distance, the Terran army had slowly closed up, and Zhuo Yuanbu was surrounded to death.

"What do you want me to do?" Han Muye raised his head and looked at the great sun in the sky.

The light of the sun still shines and does not change in the slightest.

Also, the Great Wilderness has been countless for thousands of years, the heavens and the earth have changed, and the tribes have risen and fallen, and the Great Sun has seen too much.

"Or, what would you do if it were you?" Whispering again, Han Muye lowered his head.

His own tribe, the other tribes of the Golden Crow.

Chaos in the wilderness.

"Boom-"

In the distance, the golden crow that Zhuo Yu had turned into was entangled in three golden streamers.

Three True Spirit Realm powerhouses!

Not only these three, but the other True Golden Crow master who followed Zhuo Yu, as well as the two half-step True Spirit powerhouses, were all surrounded by several times the Terran masters.

This is still the case when the Terran masters are not all out.

Han Muye could see that among the golden light of that Dao, there were various spells and weapons of light.

The human race is the best at wielding the power of heaven and earth, borrowing the essence of all things to condense for their own use.

The bloodline power of the Golden Crow Clan is indeed strong.

To the strong to the yang, the strength is strong.

If it is one-on-one, the Golden Crow can crush the Terran masters.

But at this time, there is no one-on-one opportunity.

The Terrans directly encircled it, and all of them were besieged and killed.

"Patriarch, let's go—"

A loud shout resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a Golden Crow Clan powerhouse who was at least at the peak of the ninth layer of the Yuan Spirit was knocked into the air with a blow, and then his body turned into a thick flame.

Self-destructing.

The physical body and the Yuan Spirit together turned into a golden black sun.

The ball of flame rushed forward, and the Terrans who were besieging them all dodged and got out of the way.

This person used his life to open up a way of escape for Zhuo Yu.

Han Muye raised his head, his eyes narrowed.

He could feel that at the moment when the Golden Crow powerhouse blew himself up, there was a slight tremor in the sky.

This tremor is so small that outsiders can't perceive it at all.

Han Muye can only realize the origin of heaven and earth after he has realized it.

"Kill—"

Zhuo Yu did not hesitate, and the golden crow wings transformed by his body spread out and rushed towards the avenue that had been opened.

No one can stand in his way.

The powerhouse of the Golden Crow Clan in the True Spirit Realm is truly outburst and intimidating.

"Zhuo Yu, you can go, all your people will be left behind for me." In the void, the voice of the general of the Terran army sounded.

As these words fell, the power of heaven and earth surged in the surrounding void.

The Terran army formation changed rapidly, the surrounding battle circle tightened, and the Golden Crow people who had been divided before were constantly squeezed into space.

Strangling!

As the leading general of the Terran clan said, Zhuo Yu can go, and the rest of the Jinwu people have to stay.

"Hum—"

Among the three True Spirit powerhouses who besieged Zhuo Yu, one of them split up and rushed towards the Golden Crow True Spirit Master who was following Zhuo Yu.

Obviously, except for Zhuo Yu, none of the others of the Jinwu clan wanted to leave.

The golden crow that Zhuo Yu had turned into flew out a hundred miles away, and his figure suddenly stopped.

"Whew-"

On the golden crow, a strong flame of light rose.

The Great Day Golden Crow Divine Flame!

Although this divine flame is thin, it has the heat to burn the heavens and the earth.

With blazing flames, the Golden Crow turned back directly and rushed back into the battle formation.

The battle circle of the Terrans made way for a way, and the golden crow re-entered it.

In the sky, there was a long smile from the leading general of the Terran race.

The battle array slowly rotated, unhurried, and turned into an impregnable wall.

The Golden Crow is finished.

The surrounding tribal rabbits and foxes were sad, and they all sighed and shook their heads.

If Zhuo Yu leaves, these Golden Crow Clans will be wiped out.

But if Zhuo Yu doesn't leave, and eventually dies here, it will be difficult for these Jinwu tribes to survive.

"Zhuo Yu, Ben Hou has issued a hunting order, as long as you die, there will be countless hunters who will be overwhelming to exterminate your Golden Crow Clan."

"If other ethnic groups can capture your station, my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty will also have a reward."

"Pills, weapons, spiritual materials, what do you want."

Chanting reverberated through the sky.

Obviously, this is to break the fighting spirit of those besieged Jinwu tribes.

At the same time, this is also said to the scattered ethnic groups around him.

The reward of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty will make many people tempted.

"Kill—"

At this time, in front of the hill where Han Muye and the others were, a large army of Terrans had already arrived.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the golden war spear appeared.

The Han Mountain Department and the Muyang Mountain Department behind him also gathered, and the power of the Golden Crow surged.

"Haha, brother, I'm here at the right time, right?"

At this moment, there was a long laugh behind Han Muye.

Mu Changkong!

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

"Boom-"

A five-hundred-zhang tall golden crow phantom slammed down.

The golden streamer shrouded it, and as soon as the golden crow phantom wings flapped, a stream of flames swept down.

It was the Great Sun Golden Crow Divine Flame, the strongest flame that could burn through the heavens and the earth.

Before this flame, the Terran army was directly reduced to ashes.

"Withdraw—"

The remaining half of the soldiers fled in a panic, and the formation collapsed directly.

Who would have thought that there were still the true spirits of the Golden Crow Clan on the periphery of this great array?

True Spirit.

At this time, Mu Changkong had already stepped into the realm of true spirits.

"Whew-"

In the distance, a trumpet sounded.

An army of 100,000 troops came in formation, and a Terran powerhouse who was also in the realm of true spirits stepped into the air.

"Makino, you take the clan away." Mu Changkong's expression was solemn, and he spoke in a deep voice.

He has just broken through, and it is difficult to control the power of the True Spirit Realm, and facing a strong man of the same level, there is no chance of winning at all.

But he can block the other side, the 100,000 army.

"Brother Mu, you go and invite the powerhouses of the Iron Wing Dragon Clan and the Silver Moon Jiaolong Clan to make a move."

Han Muye's voice suddenly sounded.

"Tell them that I have the method of raising the bloodlines of their two clans in my hands."

Bloodline Boost!

The Iron Wing Dragon Clan and the Silver Moon Jiaolong are both divine beast Canglong bloodlines, but their bloodline power has been solidified, and it is basically impossible to return to their ancestors.

What these two clans have been seeking all along, is to improve the bloodline power of their own family group.

If this condition is promised, the masters of the two clans may really be able to agree.

Mu Changkong nodded, and said in a deep voice: "That's the case, I'm afraid it will be difficult to save Zhuo Yuanbu." ”

Inviting helpers can save lives at most, and the five million army of the Terrans will besiege and kill Zhuo Yuanbu, and no one can save them.

It is impossible for the masters of the Iron Wing Dragon Clan and the Silver Moon Jiao Dragon Clan to clash with the Terran army.

Han Muye also knew.

Unless—

Turning his head, he looked above the sky.

"Hugh—"

A blue-eyed golden eagle with a divine horse spread its wings.

The body is full of golden light.

The realm of true spirits!

It was the golden eagle that Han Muye had sent the Origin Golden Bead just now.

There is a true spiritual realm again!

The Terran True Spirit that was rushing towards him froze.

In the great array of the Terrans in the distance, the eyes of the big man in golden armor narrowed.

"Two true spirits?"

Farther away, on the chariot that had stopped, the blue-robed man showed a hint of discoloration on his face.

The black-armored old man behind him also frowned.

"Han Muye, the patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan Clan."

"This person, can he lead to any variables?"