The Sun-Winning Conference gathered the elites of the Jinwu tribe with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles.

These elites are destined to fight at the Sunrise Conference.

So before the conference, many people were already quietly testing the parties.

At this time, the people from Zhuo Yuanbu were found.

After a few words, they began to fight.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the city.

"Peng—"

A tall and thin young man from Zhuo Yuanbu was knocked away by a punch, and his body fell to the ground.

The other Zhuo Yuan disciples hurriedly rushed up and helped him up.

"Hmph, the Zhuoyuan Tribe, which is known as the number one clan in thousands of miles, is nothing more than that." The person who spoke was dressed in black half-armor and chuckled with disdain on his face.

He rubbed his arms and swept his gaze to the people from Zhuo Yuan's department: "Don't save your strength, come out and play with Lao Tzu." ”

His words made everyone in Zhuo Yuan's department look angry.

Among the few people standing in front of him, a young man in green armor was just about to take a step out, but was stopped by a calm middle-aged man on his side.

"Zhuo Wu, don't stop me." The young man in Qingjia gritted his teeth, and a surging primordial spirit appeared on his body.

Eight-layer primordial spirit.

The tall Golden Crow clan's face tensed, his steps took a step back, and his expression turned solemn.

He himself was only a newcomer to the eighth layer of the Yuan Ling, and he didn't have much chance of winning at the same level.

What's more, there was an obvious flash of golden light in the eyes of the person on the other side, who had awakened the power of a lot of golden crow bloodlines.

The Golden Crow clan has not had a natural awakening bloodline for 8,000 years, and the elites who come to participate in the Sun-Winning Conference are basically no more than 100,000 years old, and only a few of them have fully awakened the Golden Crow bloodline.

Most of those who have fully awakened the power of the bloodline are only in the Chaoyang realm, and there are very few who can enter the blazing sun, let alone the scorching sun.

Those who can condense the realm of the scorching sun with their bloodlines are at least the powerhouses of the Golden Crow clan who have been cultivating for millions of years.

"Zhuoju, before leaving, the patriarch explained that all the things we do in Zhiyang City are the responsibility of the patriarch Muye." The big man named Zhuo Wu stopped the Qingjia youth and let out a low shout.

His words calmed down the young man named Zhuo Ju, and the steps he took slowly retracted.

Their appearance made the big man on the other side breathe a sigh of relief.

But his eyes fell on the crowd of onlookers not far away, and his brows furrowed slightly.

That one wasn't satisfied.

What to do?

He turned his head and looked at his own group.

"Forget it, Tong Zhao, when you come back, what are you talking about hunting in the wasteland and breaking the human race, what will inevitably rise within a thousand years, it seems that the Zhuoyuan Department is all empty shelves-"

In the rear group, a young man in a white robe sneered, then waved his hand.

"It's scattered, don't take it seriously when you encounter this kind of tribe in the future, you don't have much real ability."

His words caused a round of laughter to be heard.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the ethnic groups that don't even dare to take on the challenge really don't have much ability.

In the event of a big war, if you don't have the confidence to win, you will basically be defeated.

Such an ethnic group is not to be worried.

"Look for death!" Zhuo Yuan's department shouted, and a black-armored young man flew up and rushed forward.

Finally can't take it anymore?

The onlookers smiled at them.

The corners of the mouth of a young man in silver armor standing not far behind him curled.

The young man who had made a provocative voice just now also had a smile on his face.

The big man named Zhuo Wu sighed lightly, and was just about to make a sound when he suddenly shook his whole body.

He raised his hand and saw the golden light in his palm appear.

"Patriarch Makino is here."

"He told us to beat Grandma!"

Zhuo Wu shouted violently, and flew out, faster than the young man who rushed forward before.

The phantom of the nine-layer Yuan Spirit behind him appeared, flashing with a brilliant silver halo.

"Nine-layer Yuan Spirit!"

"It's going to be bad!"

There was an exclamation from the front, and there was also a breath all around.

Zhuo Yuanbu actually had the elite of the ninth layer of Yuan Ling to directly attack.

Isn't he hiding anything at all?

This kind of challenge was originally deliberately to induce the strong people in each tribe to expose their identity and combat power.

Zhuo Yuanbu also knows the rules, why is he so reckless?

"Zhuo Yuanbu, don't worry." Some of the onlookers shook their heads and whispered.

"So straightforward? Does the Zhuo Yuan Department have anything to rely on? Someone's gaze fell on all the people of the Zhuo Yuan Department who were dispatched, and their brows furrowed.

The overall combat power of the Zhuo Yuan Department is extremely strong.

For the provocative tribe, the Zhuoyuan tribe directly crushed it with only half of the people.

The three powerhouses of the ninth layer of the Yuan Spirit made many people secretly smack their tongues.

With such strength, even if you don't have the opportunity to step on the last step of the Sun Capture Conference, you should be able to become the top 100 or even the top 60.

It's a pity to expose it directly and unabashedly now.

When the Sun Capture Conference begins, the ethnic groups with similar strength to the Zhuoyuan Department will definitely unite, and they will be the first to eliminate them.

"Peng—"

Zhuo Wu smashed the big man in front of him with a punch, and then watched the opponent's clan retreat and flee before he stopped.

He glanced around, then snorted coldly and led the people from Zhuo Yuan's department to stride away.

Zhuo Yuanbu and the elites of the surrounding ethnic groups, a total of nearly 100 people, left quickly.

"Yu Huan Shizi, our Tongwei Department has lived up to its mission and tested the strength of the Zhuoyuan Department." The people with blue noses and swollen faces who had been beaten by the elites of the Zhuo Yuan Department appeared from the corner of the street, and then stood in front of the young man in silver armor.

"Well done." The young man named Yu Huan nodded, raised his hand and threw out a jade bottle.

"Take it, heal." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted the shoulders of the two people who were bowing in front of him: "Don't worry, after the start of the Sun Capture Conference, my Yu Cangbu will lead you forward step by step until you get the bones of the true spirit of your predecessors." ”

His words made the Jinwu people in the Tongwei tribe look happy.

If it weren't for the prince in front of them to let them make a move, they would be idle and would have troubled most of them like Zhuo Yuanbu.

Yu Huan is one of the sons of most of the 50 million Yu Cangbu.

Yu Cangbu came with nearly five hundred elite powerhouses this time, and they must be competing for the top five or even the top three in the Yang Conference.

Among them, at least fifty of them were able to obtain the true spirit bones of their predecessors.

Such a big force, followed by even if you can't eat meat, you can drink soup.

This is also the reason why they are willing to offend Zhuo Yuanbu.

Zhuo Yuanbu, in the end, is just a group of 100 people.

Yu Huan turned to leave, and the people in Tongwei's department quietly dispersed and left.

"Patriarch, these people are really hateful." Han Jin, who was carrying a long sword, gritted his teeth and walked out of the corner of the street.

On his side, Han Dingyi and Mu Ziyu also looked indignant.

Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it when the sun capture conference begins." ”

With that, he turned and left.

In front of a three-story inn, Zhuo Wu and the others were already waiting.

"I've seen the Makino patriarch." Zhuo Wu and the others bowed their hands, then looked at Han Jin and Han Dingyi, and grinned.

They have all trained together in Hanshanbu, and they are familiar with each other.

"Brother Zhuowu, was you relieved of your hatred just now?" Han Dingyi said with a smile.

His words made everyone laugh out loud.

The beating just now was painful.

After laughing, Zhuo Wu's face sank and he looked at Han Muye: "Patriarch Han, in this way, the strength of my Zhuo Yuan Department has been revealed, and the Sun Capture Conference in the back——"

At this, he paused and patted his head.

The black-robed young man beside him said with a smile: "Anyway, the patriarch will explain when we come, let's just follow the patriarch of Muye." ”

The other people from the Zhuo Yuan Department all nodded.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and patted the black-robed young man's shoulder, and chuckled: "Zhuo Que, you are also a ninth-level cultivator of the Yuan Spirit, if you have the Golden Crow True Spirit Bone, you can step into the True Spirit within 50,000 years, right?" ”

His words stunned the young man named Zhuo Que.

The others also stood there in shock, looking at Han Muye.

Although the Zhuoyuan tribe said that most of them were within tens of thousands of miles, there was still a gap between them and those real big tribes.

Especially many people who are close to the three major tribes, the juniors of the clan have all experienced in the three major tribes, and on the front line of the confrontation with the human race, their combat power and cultivation have been sharpened to the peak of the same level.

Only such a person is qualified to obtain the True Spirit Bone.

The best achievement of the Zhuoyuan Department in the previous Sun-Winning Conference was that the patriarch Zhuo Yu obtained a bone of the true spirit of the senior.

Seeing that everyone was a little distracted, Han Muye shook his head and walked into the inn.

"Zhuo Que, you don't want to thank Patriarch Makino." Zhuo Wu turned his head to look at Zhuo Que with envy, "Since Patriarch Muye mentioned the True Spirit Bone, he will definitely be able to help you get the Golden Crow True Spirit Bone." ”

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Different ethnic groups have different preciousness of true spirit bones.

Those true spirit bones that are not of the Divine Beast Race are not particularly difficult to obtain.

Only the bloodlines of these powerful divine beasts such as the Golden Crow Phoenix, the True Spirit Realm itself is scarce, and it is extremely powerful, so it will be difficult to obtain the True Spirit Bone.

Zhuo Que was reminded by Zhuo Wu, turned his head to look at Han Muye's back, and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you Patriarch Muye." ”

Outsiders may not know Han Muye's strength, but how could these Jinwu people who participated in the hunting battle in the wasteland not know?

This Makino patriarch is an invincible existence that can face the true spirit.

Han Muye settled in the inn and asked Han Dingyi and them to scatter out to find out the news.

Before going to war, it is most important to know yourself and your opponent.

Although his own strength is strong, Han Muye also has to make some preparations.

Sure enough, everyone returned, and the news brought made everyone feel a little solemn.

At least three True Spirit Realms participated in the Sun Capture Conference.

Among them, there were people from the Qin Wu Department and the Shang Tang Department.

"Qin Nanxun and Shang Zhen Prison are both True Spirit Realms, and the other one is Zhang Jue from the Mingcheng Department."

As soon as Han Ding finished speaking, everyone else was a little stunned.

What kind of genius are those who can achieve the True Spirit Realm within 100,000 years?

However, when they looked up and saw Han Muye in front of them, everyone was in a trance.

Isn't this person in front of him a real genius?

In addition to the three true spirits, the other half-step true spirits, there are quite a few of the peak of the ninth-layer primordial spirits.

There are also some large clans and tribes, which are numerous and powerful, and they are also listed on the list one by one.

These are still found out, and their identities have been revealed.

Maybe there are one or two True Spirit Realms who hide their identities.

The peak of the Yuan Spirit that has not been detected will only be more.

"By the way, there are also many people who inquire about the patriarch about you." Han Jin said in a low voice.

"Me?" Han Muye smiled on his face.

"It's rare that someone still pays attention to me."

This made everyone laugh out loud.

Not to mention that the Zhuoyuan Department is also a large part, and the strong ones will be concerned.

As far as Han Muye himself is concerned, he is in charge of the Han Mountain Department, and he is the first person in 8,000 years to awaken the power of the Golden Crow bloodline.

How can such a person not be noticed?

"It's okay," Han Muye's smile retracted, and he looked ahead with a calm expression: "The meeting of the sun capture will always have a battle." ”

There is always a fight.

Everyone's faces turned solemn.

This battle is a battle for grinding, so why be afraid of a strong enemy?

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Three months later, there was a roar above the sky.

Endless golden light intertwined, turning into a golden crow phantom that covered the sky.

The golden crow roared towards the sky, and there was endless sorrow in his voice.

Above the heavenly dome, the great sun golden crow that shines forever on the heavens and the earth seems to be gently turbulent and responding.

"The Sun-Snatching Conference begins, and all the clansmen who participated in the Sun-Capping Conference enter the altar—"

A voice rang out in the void.

The sound was magnificent, like the sound of an earthquake in the sky.

A powerhouse of the True Spirit Realm.

Presiding over such an important meeting of the Sun Capture is naturally presided over by a True Spirit Strong, and there is more than one, it is a full five True Spirit Realm Golden Crow Clan powerhouses.

The five true spirits stood on one side, and in the middle was an old man in a green robe, and a golden crow true spirit condensed on his head.

He is the city lord of Zhiyang City, and it is said that he has reached the second turn of the true spirit.

As the voice fell, one after another golden crow phantoms flew out and rushed towards the altar in the city.

In the endless streamer, avenues emerge, allowing everyone to fall into them.

"Hehe, there are as many as 180,000 clansmen coming to the Sun-Capturing Conference this time, nearly 80,000 more than the previous one, it seems that my Jinwu clan is in sight." The Golden Crow True Spirit powerhouse standing in the direction of the city chuckled and spoke.

This time, the sun capture conference not only had a large number of people, but also many masters.

In the past, it would be good to have a True Spirit Realm suppression in the Sun Capture Conference, but this time, it is more than that.

"I don't know which one can win the top, and I don't know which tribes are in the top hundred." Another True Spirit Realm powerhouse reached out and stroked his beard and said with a chuckle, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Hehe, Brother Ziqi, at least three of you Kemu can enter the top 100 this time, right? Ke Quan and Ke Yang are both at the peak of the ninth-layer Yuan Spirit, and that Ke Yuyuan is extremely powerful. The True Spirit Realm powerhouse not far away spoke up.

During this time, everyone's strength was basically figured out.

Except for those who are not strong enough and are not particularly concerned.

Several True Spirit Realms all had smiles on their faces.

Presiding over such a conference, if there are many juniors who have won the true spirit bone, and their achievements are high, it is also their glory.

Countless years later, those juniors who have already stepped into the True Spirit Realm will bow down and thank them when they see them again.

For the Golden Crow Clan, the more strong the True Spirit, the more powerful the clan can be.

"Hum—"

In the void, a long golden arrow flew out, shooting towards the golden crow supporting the sky phantom.

The face of the city lord of Zhiyang City, who was standing in the city, changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the long arrow.

The long arrow exploded, and one of the messages was transmitted, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"City Lord He, what's going on?" The Golden Crow True Spirit named Ke Ziqi spoke in a deep voice, and his gaze fell on the shattered golden arrow.

He had served in the three major front-line departments and had seen this golden arrow, but only twice.

On those two occasions, one was a surprise attack by the 30 million army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty of the Terran Race, which advanced nearly 3 million miles, and the front line urgently asked for help.

The second time, it was the eighteen true spirits of the human race who went out to besiege and kill the three true spirit powerhouses of the Golden Crow clan, and the Qin Wu Department was furious, and a golden arrow summoned thirty true spirits to intercept and kill each other.

It was the third time he had seen the golden arrow.

Every time the golden arrow is used, it means that something big has happened.

At this time, this golden arrow fell into the hands of the city lord of Zhiyang City.

Could it be that there is something big going on at the Sun-Winning Conference?

The other three also looked nervously at the city lord of Zhiyang City.

He Juyang, the city lord of Zhiyang City, is a well-known powerhouse in the entire Jinwu clan in the realm of true spirit two changes.

At this time, He Juyang held the golden arrow in his hand, gritted his teeth and spoke: "Terran, have mixed into the Sun Capture Conference." ”

Terran?

Sneaking into the Sunrise Conference?

Whether it was Ke Ziqi or a few others, they were all stunned.

How can it be?

The Sun-Snatching Conference is the inheritance meeting of the Golden Crow clan, and it requires the blood of the Golden Crow to step into the altar.

The altar leads directly to the secret place of the Jinwu tribe, and it is the most important inheritance place of the Jinwu tribe.

Such a place can only be entered by the Golden Crow bloodline.

Terran, impossible to enter.

Not only the Jinwu clan, but other large ethnic groups have such places.

This is also the reason why the Great Wilderness Race will die out in succession, but the Great Race will not decay.

But now, the city lord of Zhiyang City said that someone had infiltrated the Sun Capture Conference.

How is this possible?

If there is such a thing, it means that the inheritance of the Golden Crow Clan may be destroyed by the Terrans, which means that the Golden Crow Clan has no secrets in front of the Terrans.

"The Shang Tang Department lost two True Spirits and intercepted a team of Terran hunters to get this information."

He Juyang clenched the golden arrow in his hand, gritted his teeth and said.

"The human race has hunted my Jinwu people for so many years, collected the power of the Jinwu bloodline, and created a group of at least 100,000 pseudo-Jinwu people."

"The strength of these people's bodies has already matched the strength of my Golden Crow clan, and before entering the secret place of the altar, the power of the Golden Crow bloodline carried on their bodies was stimulated, and they avoided the bloodline detection and stepped into the secret land."

He Juyang's complexion was already depressed to the extreme.

The altar was opened, and all those who had participated in the Sun-Snatching Conference had already stepped into it.

Even if you haven't stepped into it yet, you can't tell who is the Golden Crow and who is the fake Golden Crow.

"Damn!" Ke Ziqi smashed down with a punch, and the stone wall in front of him shattered.

Several other True Spirit Realms were also full of anger.

In the blink of an eye, everyone was panicked again.

No wonder there are so many more people at this Sun-Capping Conference.

It turned out that there were human beings mixed in!

"Whew-"

In the distance, there was a trumpet sound, and dozens of Golden Crow clans of different shapes flew over.

"City Lord He, the elites of my Qi Yue Department who participated in the Sun Capture Conference were intercepted and killed, and someone pretended to be them to enter Zhiyang City, and we came only because we felt the warning of the bloodline."

"City Lord He, the elite of my White Horse Department has also been intercepted and killed!"

Bad news keeps coming, and there are at least tens of thousands of Jinwu elites who have been intercepted and killed.

As a result, more than half of the 180,000 elites who entered the Sun-Snatching Conference were Terrans.

What do these Terrans want to do?

"Seal the altar."

He Juyang drank lowly, raised his hand, and a golden light exploded.

The true spirit above his head surged and turned into a shining golden light.

The golden light pressed down, pressing down on the altar in front of him.

"City Lord He, all the elites of the various ministries are among them, you, you are-" The other True Spirit powerhouse's eyes widened.

Directly seal the altar, what about those Jinwu elites who step into the altar?

They are less than half of the number of the human race, and they will inevitably be unable to stop the other party's attack and kill, the altar is opened, and they still have a chance to exit.

Now seal the altar, I am afraid that all these people will die in the altar.

"Even if they all die on the altar, they can't let those Terrans bring out the inheritance of my Golden Crow Clan."

He Juyang's eyes flashed with golden light, looking at everyone, as if the sun was in the sky.

"You don't know what's in the altar."

"The Great Xia Ministry's Xinyi True Spirit brought the strong people here."

Xinyi.

One of the strongest true spirits in the Great Xia Division.

He Juyang's words made the faces of several people around him complicated.

And their people were among the altars.

But now they can't save them.

After the altar was opened, there was a requirement for the age of the clansmen, and they could not enter after the age of the people.

Moreover, even if you enter, it is useless, you can't gather so many masters for a while, and you can wipe out more than 100,000 strong people of the human race.

Wanhua Immortal Dynasty has been planning for so many years, it turned out to be for the Sun Capture Conference!

"How many of them can survive, it depends on-" He Juyang looked up at the big sun on the sky dome, and said in a low voice: "Just look at the big sun scroll......"

……

"Hum—"

The moment Han Muye stepped into the altar, the golden crow power on his body was directly stimulated, turning into a golden battle armor.

He looked up at the surroundings with a hint of surprise on his face.

The power of dead silence pervades.

If he hadn't known that this was the Ruin Realm, he would have thought that this was the Heavenly Abyss.

There is no way to have a passage between the abyss and the ruin realm.

Raise your hand and clench your fist slightly.

"Smack-"

A golden fist struck out.

Sensing the power in his body, Han Muye's eyes flashed.

This is not the Great Wilderness Realm.

Here, not the ruins!

The Ruins Realm is the combination of the last remnants of the world and the will of the strong, of which ninety percent is illusory and one is real.

But now here, it's all real!

This is?

"Flood!"

Or rather, here is a debris of a desolation.

There is no longer the power of the Flood Wilderness here, but it is ruled by the power of the Golden Crow.

Here, it is the place where the strong men of the Golden Crow tribe have returned.

"Whew-"

A black flying bird spread its wings and rushed towards Han Muye.

The body is black, and the skeleton is visible, and it is obvious that the entire body has been eroded by the force of death.

The bird's eyes were blood-red, and the wind whistled as it fled.

Han Muye did not hesitate and punched out.

"Peng—"

Under a punch, the big bird's body directly shattered, turning into a black aura and dissipating.

In the black aura, a surging fiery red bloodshot appeared in front of Han Muye, and he grasped it.

The blood dissipated, seeping into the golden armor he had transformed.

The blood turned into a golden thread, entangled in the golden armor.

This is the power of the Golden Crow!

In other words, this is a proof of the power of the golden crow.

Accumulate enough Golden Crow power to step into the next level.

The Sun-Capturing Conference is to continue to impact until he steps into the place where the true spirits of the predecessors of the Jinwu clan have returned.

Han Muye looked up into the distance, countless black figures.

"Boom-"

A golden light exploded, and a big man with a war spear turned his head, glanced at Han Muye, collected five golden bloods, and turned around to leave.

Now it was time to collect the blood as quickly as possible, and Han Muye also moved, rushing towards a black cheetah.

With a slap of the palm, it smashed on the top of the black cheetah's head, shattering its entire body.

This blow is simple and crisp, and it is the power of the Heaven Breaking Fist.

Unconsciously, Han Muye has a good understanding of this set of boxing techniques, and it is a huge force to raise his hands and feet.

"Smack-"

The panther gave him a golden color of blood.

Turning around, Han Muye had only taken a few steps when he suddenly paused.

A long arrow pierced his feet and sank into the ground.

If he hadn't stopped just now, the arrow would have pierced him.

Reaching out to grab the shaft of the arrow, Han Muye's brows furrowed.

"Terran arrows?"

He looked up at the figure slowly approaching.

"Terran, battle formation?"