Death.

Jedi desperate.

Self-inflicted Jedi for the sake of others.

This is sacrifice.

Sacrifice the rules to reverse life and death.

At this time, with the blessing of the rules, he Han Muye is immortal!

"Fight!"

With a low shout, the long sword in his hand cracked down fiercely, and there was a sea of fire for hundreds of miles in front of Han Muye.

Flame Rules!

As a Golden Crow Clan, standing on the Flame Rule, with the Sacrifice Rule on his body, what else is he afraid of?

Putting away the flood desolation battle armor, Han Muye's figure flew away, and the long sword swept directly.

Although the Flood Desolation Battle Armor is good, it is extremely depleted, and it is far less enjoyable than one person and one sword at this time.

The sword light swayed, and the phantom of the war generals gathered by the Terran army could not block a sword.

The four True Spirit Realms stepped forward to besiege and kill, but they couldn't catch up with Han Muye at all.

For a time, Han Muye was invincible within a radius of 100 miles.

"Surround, no retreat!"

A Terran True Spirit Realm let out a long roar and flew down with a palm.

The spider true spirit behind him sprinkled endless golden threads and headed towards Han Muye under the hood.

"Whew-"

The flame rises and ignites all the threads.

But more silk threads pierced through the flames and wrapped towards Han Muye.

Han Muye slashed down with a sword, and cut off a piece of spider silk.

At this moment, the phantom of the war generals gathered by dozens of battle formations rushed forward and surrounded Han Muye's figure.

"Boom-"

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, shattering the phantoms of the ten generals in front of him.

At this time, the other three True Spirit Realms had already surrounded.

The strong do it, and every point of delay is slow.

A long knife slashed at Han Muye's head.

He didn't hesitate, the sword light in his hand rolled up with the long knife.

"Boom-"

Endless golden light exploded.

The halo of another spear covered the space in front of Han Muye.

The power of one person can resist four true spirits.

Han Muye's movements are getting faster and faster, from swordsmanship to boxing, constantly staggering.

Fighting against the True Spirit Realm and being pressed under the limit, he can feel his flaws.

No matter how strong the swordsmanship and boxing skills were in the past, they couldn't deal with the real powerhouses.

The road to simplicity.

When every punch and kick is full of the power of the Great Dao, it is all after pointing directly to the rules, only pure power is the most real reliance.

Giving birth to one's own strength to the extreme is the way to go in the future.

Kendo, too.

"Kill—"

Han Muye's long sword slashed.

There is no skill in this sword, the only thing is just fast.

Not even much power.

But this piece is really fast to the extreme.

The sword light was not visible at all, and it seemed to tear through time.

For Han Muye, who had controlled the power of time and space, it was nothing to break through time with a sword.

But here, it is a great wilderness, a stable place in the world second only to the flood wilderness.

No one can break the time here.

Even the divine beasts that control time and space will never be able to break through this heaven and earth.

Han Muye's sword seemed to break through time, which showed that this sword was extremely fast.

"When—"

A sword slashed at the shoulder of the black-armored true spirit powerhouse in front of him, making him pale.

Han Muye's figure retreated, dragging his sword and leaving.

It wasn't until Han Muye left Wanzhang away that the big man reached out and stroked his shoulder, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

He thought he was going to die under that sword!

The other three True Spirits were also a little shocked.

That sword is amazing!

Who is this Jinwu clan in front of him, why does he have endless means and can continue to improve?

"Can't leave this person behind!" The old man holding the long knife let out a low shout, and the true spiritual power behind him poured into the blade.

The other three True Spirits followed closely behind, flying up.

"Formation!"

The four of them condensed, and the power of the battle array behind them converged, turning into a big snake that reached the sky.

The golden snake body, the three heads look up to the sky and roar filial piety.

The long snake rushed down towards Han Muye.

"Peng—"

Han Muye raised his long sword and just pointed it at the head of the long snake, and his entire body was knocked away.

His face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Four true spirits, tens of thousands of troops formed, he couldn't stop it.

The golden true spirit appeared behind him, and the Flood Desolate Armor came out of his body, and a thousand-zhang battle armor roared down.

"Boom-"

A punch hit the snake's head, and Han Muye's figure retreated again.

The Golden Armor Warlord waved his fists and feet, fighting with the Long Snake.

The surrounding mountains crumbled.

Every time Han Muye threw down his punch, a mountain peak collapsed.

The long snake's long tail flicked off, and it was also a piece of rubble flying.

The fist of the golden armor warrior collided with the body of the long snake, and countless golden lights shone.

In one day, all the surrounding peaks were shattered, and only a thousand-foot light gate was left hanging high.

Han Muye stood in front of the light gate, and countless cracks appeared in the layers of golden light on his body.

His strength is exhausted.

One person fighting with four true spirits, and with the blessing of tens of thousands of battle array forces, he can block a day, which is already the limit.

"Kill—"

The bodies of the four True Spirit powerhouses spread out and punched Han Muye together.

This blow hit Han Muye's chest, causing his body to shatter directly, and then crashed into the light gate behind him.

As Han Muye's body shattered, the golden light in the entire heaven and earth dissipated.

The flames also dissipated.

He's dead.

"Finally killed him." The black-armored man whispered a little distractedly.

"Fortunately, kill him, otherwise, this person is afraid that he will become the fierce enemy of my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty." The old man with the long knife said softly.

"The army is repaired, and after an hour, it will enter the second layer of the Golden Crow Secret Realm."

"The Zhentian King has an order, we have to drag the people of the Jinwu tribe so that they can't leave within ten days."

"Also, we will sacrifice these Golden Crow Clan, and then break through the secret realm and lead the Town Heavenly King to step into this place."

"This time, the Heavenly King's target is the three-legged Golden Crow True Spirit Bone."

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The Golden Crow Secret Realm.

A golden streamer flickered, then turned into a golden flame.

The flame burned, then slammed into a pillar of light that held the sky.

In the pillar of light, a figure sat cross-legged.

Han Muye.

If those Terran true spirits saw it, they would definitely exclaim in amazement.

Who is Han Muye, who is this sitting figure who was not killed by them?

The pillar of light dissipated, and Han Muye slowly opened his eyes.

His body was unscathed.

It's not just that there is no damage, but the strength of the Golden Crow bloodline has undergone a strange change.

Before, his bloodline had awakened to the Blazing Sun Golden Crow level, and he was already a strong existence in the True Spirit Realm.

At this time, he could feel that his Golden Crow bloodline had reached the peak of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow realm.

The next level is the Yongming Golden Crow.

Jin Wu Yongming, immortality.

Is it because of the comprehension of sacrificing the rules?

Just now, his body was shattered under the siege of the four Terran True Spirits.

But with the blessing of the power of the sacrificial rules, he was completely recovered.

The pillar of light dispersed, and Han Muye looked around.

There is no erosion of the power of silence here, and there is no pressure from heaven and earth.

Here, it's no different from outside the ruins.

The blue-gray rocks looked like a cave, and there was silence.

It's a pity that there is not the slightest light here, and it can only rely on the golden light from Han Muye's own body.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In front of him was a hundred-foot-high bluestone.

This bluestone is clearly a golden crow statue.

Golden Crow?

Slowly raising his hand, Han Muye pressed on the bluestone golden crow.

"Boom-"

In his mind, it was as if a door of light had been opened.

A cyan bird spreads its wings and flies.

The little bird soars freely, then slowly grows up, with golden flames rising from its body.

Golden Crow!

Unconsciously, this golden crow grew up and possessed the power to destroy the world.

When the golden crow spreads its wings, it can illuminate the heavens and the earth.

The golden crow soars in the sky, which is the rising of the sun.

Many human races and other creatures began to worship the Great Sun Golden Crow.

The Golden Crow scattered its blood and rewarded it to those peoples.

Slowly, there was a golden crow tribe on the earth.

The Great Sun Golden Crow roams the heavens, fighting against all kinds of evil creatures in the heavens and the earth, and fending off those dead beasts from the darkness.

Powerful alien beasts can even destroy an entire world with a single blow.

The Great Sun Golden Crow had to pass on his power to the next Golden Crow, and then gathered all his strength and stepped out of the world to fight.

This is the Flood Battlefield.

Countless living beings fought to the death in order to protect the flood.

When they are too injured to recover, they will return to the wilderness, to the place where they have returned.

This is the place where the Golden Crow people have returned.

Han Muye slowly let go of his hand.

Among the cyan golden black stone statues, there was a golden forehead bone shining.

True Spirit Bone.

Han Muye was approved by this Golden Crow senior from the Flood Wilderness and could take away the frontal bone.

But he didn't step forward and take the forehead bone.

Here, there are countless cyan boulder statues, at least a million.

In other words, this place has belonged to the Meteorite Golden Crow Clan for countless years.

Han Muye walked quickly, constantly probing the memories of these Golden Crow ancestors.

He saw the various attacks and cultivation methods in the memories of countless golden crows.

Some are the cultivation methods of the Golden Crow Divine Beast, and some are the cultivation methods of the Golden Crow Clan.

It is no wonder that the cultivation methods of the various tribes of the Jinwu tribe are different, because the predecessors of each ethnic group may be different.

The ethnic groups they inherited and the golden crows they inherited were all different.

Constantly probing, pieces of true spirit bones lit up.

Ten pieces, a hundred, a thousand pieces!

When the True Spirit Bones lit up with ten thousand pieces, this dark space began to vibrate.

In the distance, a golden golden crow appeared.

The difference between this crow and the other crows is that it has three legs.

Ancient Divine Beast, Three-legged Golden Crow!

"You, would you like to rejuvenate my Golden Crow clan?"

A voice rang out in the heavens and the earth.

This voice seemed to sound in Han Muye's mind.

Han Muye's body moved, and he had already landed in front of the golden hundred-zhang three-legged golden crow body.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

"Peng—"

In my mind, the golden light shines, a sea of fire!

The sea of fire was churning, and countless three-legged golden crows were flying in it.

This is where the three-legged golden crow was born!

The ancient mythical beasts are all creatures of heaven and earth, born and raised by heaven and earth.

This heaven and earth are the desolation.

Countless three-legged golden crows spread their wings and flew away from this sea of fire, leaving the desolation and heading out into countless worlds.

These golden crows will become the great day of the world and will bring this world to life.

Heaven and earth are self-generated and spiritual, and they must have their uses.

The golden crow was born to shine on the heavens and the earth.

"Responsibility."

At this moment, Han Muye finally understood why the Haotian Golden Crow was hanging high for nine days.

It is, his responsibility.

"You're right, it's my responsibility." A voice rang out in the void.

A young man wearing a moon-white robe with a delicate face flew down.

Haotian Golden Crow.

The true owner of the Great Desolate Realm, the creator of this world.

Because Haotian Jinwu is here, there is this great desolate realm.

Han Muye arched his hand towards the Haotian Golden Crow in front of him.

This senior is the one who is truly willing to sacrifice.

He sacrificed himself to hold up this great desolate realm.

In fact, he could have left before the Great Wilderness was shattered, just like those predecessors who had survived countless eons.

For such a strong man, the power of the Tribulation could not hurt him at all.

"I understand why the Enlightened Beast would be willing to hand over the responsibility of guarding Kungo to you." Haotian Jinwu's gaze fell on Han Muye.

"Because, you really can understand what we're thinking."

Looking at the golden three-legged golden crow stone statue, a trace of remembrance flashed on Haotian Golden Crow's face.

It seems that this comrade-in-arms who once fought side by side with him.

"Kungo?" Han Muye spoke softly.

"Well, Kungo, the last home of the Divine Beast."

"The place where the Flood finally fell."

"It is also the place where countless strong people finally seek it."

Haotian Jinwu's gaze fell on Han Muye, and he chuckled, "But it's not enough for you to go there with your current strength. ”

"At least after the True Spirit turns four times before it has a chance."

The true spirit turns around.

The strongest in the entire Great Desolate Ruins Realm was only the three turns of the True Spirit.

"Whether it's the True Spirit Cultivation Method or the other cultivation methods, it's actually all a temptation."

"Above the four turns of the true spirit, we don't know what it is, it's just a guess."

"In the era of the flood famine, except for those real overlords, we don't know what the end of the flood is like."

Haotian Jin Wu showed regret on his face and shook his head: "The flood is desolate, it collapsed too early. ”

The four turns of the true spirit are the end of the cultivation of the Great Wilderness, and after the four turns of the true spirit, it is all the practice of speculation.

No one knows what the end of the cultivation of the Flood Desolate Divine Beast is.

For a long time, countless cultivators have always felt that the flood and great wilderness are the origin of cultivation in the world, and that is the most brilliant era.

Actually, they were all wrong.

The real brilliant cultivation should be the afterlife.

It is the fine control of various forces in later generations after the decline of power.

Every Dao talisman and every sword technique is the progress of cultivation in the world.

Listening to Haotian Jinwu's words that seemed to be talking to himself, Han Muye only felt his heart stirred.

He has seen the cultivation of the afterlife, and he has also seen the cultivation of the Great Wilderness.

He has a wealth that no one else in the world can match.

How fast this kind of practice is!

On his body, the golden light of the Dao Dao surged, and the golden divine light intertwined.

Reiki, immortal, divinity.

The power of the previous seal on his body was gathered, and it was fused with the power of the Yuan Spirit in the Great Wilderness.

At this moment, his cultivation directly broke through Da Luo and stepped into the Immortal Monarch, and then stopped at the peak of the Immortal Monarch.

This is the Ruin Realm, and it is impossible for him to step into the realm of Immortal Venerable here.

The power of the Ruin Realm was suppressed, making it impossible for him to step into the realm of Immortal Venerable.

But for Han Muye, controlling the two rules of sacrifice and flame, as well as the power of the other four rules, coupled with the control of the power of the Tribulation, he was no longer afraid of the Immortal Venerable.

"Thank you seniors." Han Muye bowed to Haotian Jin Wu again.

It was because Haotian Jinwu saw his identity that he used words to stimulate the power in his body.

It's helping him.

This kind of spiritual perception can be brought out of the ruin realm.

"In fact, in my eyes, the Golden Crow clan is no different from the human race."

"Still, I hope you'll take them out of here."

Haotian Jinwu's voice came, and the figure dispersed.

"If you go to Kunwu one day, don't forget to see if there is any inheritance left in my Jinwu clan."

In front of Han Muye, there was no more Haotian Golden Crow.

With a smile on his face, he looked up at the golden three-legged golden crow in front of him.

Although Haotian Golden Crow said that the Golden Crow and the Human Race were the same in front of him, he still cared a little about the Golden Crow in his heart.

Otherwise, it will not manifest here.

He will not let Han Muye help those elites of the Golden Crow clan leave.

It's very simple to leave this place, go through the third floor, get here, feel the power in a cyan golden crow stone statue, get recognized, and leave with a piece of true spirit bone.

But for most of the Golden Crows, it is impossible to set foot in this place.

Even if you can step into this place, not all of them can feel the power of the Golden Crow and get the true spirit bone.

In every Sun-Winning Conference, there are only the top 100 people who can finally get the True Spirit Bone.

But this time was different.

So many true spirit bones are there.

Han Muye had already stimulated his power and could take it away directly.

He also understood what Haotian Golden Crow meant, and asked him to leave with as many true spirit bones as possible, and then help the Golden Crow clan improve their strength.

Then, leave with as many True Spirit Bones as possible!

A palm slapped on the three-legged golden crow stone statue in front of him, and Han Muye once again felt the power in it.

"Boom-"

A golden streak fell in front of Han Muye.

He raised his hand, and the long sword in his palm drew the streak to the sword.

This is the power given by the three-legged golden crow.

For the divine beasts of the Great Wilderness Era, they would not be able to cultivate the true spirit bones of the Great Wilderness Era.

What they cultivate is to inherit the heavens and the earth, and to perceive the divine patterns of the heavens and the earth.

Han Muye ran quickly, stopping in front of the three-legged golden crow, and then attracted the power in it and landed on the long sword in his hand.

This sword is his true spirit bone.

A divine pattern.

Ten Divine Patterns.

……

Ninety-nine divine patterns!

This is the limit of a real thing.

The entire Great Wilderness didn't know if there were any real artifacts with ninety-nine divine patterns.

At this moment, the power of this long sword was already completely able to break through the ruin realm, and he left directly with Han Muye.

However, in Han Muye's opinion, it was not time for him to leave yet.

Gripping his sword, he stood in front of the last three-legged golden black statue.

The probe pressed it, and a door of light seemed to open in his mind.

"Boom-"

Countless figures in golden armor are fighting!

Invade the Flood!

He had already seen this scene in the memories of other Golden Crows.

Countless figures wearing the armor of the flood desolation rushed into the desolation, and finally shattered the desolation.

This is the beginning of the shattering of the desolation, and it is also the origin of the world's tribulation.

Without the suppression of the flood, the power of dead silence began to sweep and shatter.

Countless desolate beasts were enslaved, and all kinds of strange beasts were killed.

The strong in the wilderness, the overlord, can only protect his own race to leave.

This time, Han Muye saw the picture of the overlord dragon crocodile being killed and suppressed again.

He also saw a cow being slaughtered, and its skin was stripped off to make a thunder drum that held the sky up.

Those in the armor of the Flood Desolation departed, leaving behind the last fragments of the Flood Desolation, Kungo.

These people left their mark in the midst of the desolation, and they left the tribe to guard it.

Countless years passed, and these people did not return.

However, that doesn't mean they won't come back.

They left Kungo because they didn't want these divine beasts to grow for them to pick and harvest next time.

"The place they marked is the place where the dragon crocodile's body is sealed!"

The dragon crocodile's body was divided into three parts, one in the Dripping Blood Cliff, one in the God Realm, and one in Kunwu.

Among Kunwu, the place where the body of the dragon crocodile is sealed is the place where those who leave the mark of the strong.

"Boom-"

The picture dispersed, and a golden black pattern fell, hitting Han Muye's true spirit bone.

The hundredth divine pattern!

All the True Spirit Divine Patterns converged and wrapped the long sword in his hand.

The blade turned from gold to gray-black.

"Seal the town?"

Han Muye showed a trace of astonishment on his face.

His True Spirit Bone Power was sealed.

Because the power of the Baidao True Spirit Divine Pattern was too strong, it was almost like tearing the heavens and the earth apart, so it was sealed.

This kind of closure requires him to slowly refine and control it before it can be unsealed.

Also, the power of the Hundred Dao Divine Patterns is too strong, and it is not at all something that he can control now.

It's just a pity that such a powerful long sword can't be used.

Han Muye waved his long sword and smiled on his face.

The sword had no effect, only hardness.

This is probably the hardest sword in the world.

Turning his head to look at the cyan stone statues in the surrounding world, he flew up.

……

Three days later, the heavens and the earth roared.

Han Muye, who was standing in front of a stone statue, raised his head and looked at the crack in the sky.

It was a torn crack, and as long as it was activated with the power of the True Spirit Bone, it could attract the power of this place to pull it away.

Han Muye held a golden true spirit bone in his hand.

He didn't activate the power in this true spirit bone.

Running fast, he crashed headfirst into the dim light curtain ahead.

Stepping out of the light curtain, his front turned into endless brilliance.

The roar rang out.

Chaos war!

Countless Golden Crows fought with the Terran army.

The two true spirits of the Golden Crow Clan exerted their strength with all their strength to protect the Golden Crow Clan, who could not form a formation behind them.

Ahead, the six Terran True Spirits made a full attack, suppressing the space of the Golden Crow Clan step by step.

Overhead, a golden crow flame fluttered.

This is the third floor.

As long as you get the approval of the Golden Crow Divine Flame, you can get the test of the Golden Crow Clan's predecessors.

But at this time, no one had a chance to rush into the divine flames.

Whether it is Shang Zhenjiao or Zhang Chenyang, they are all doing their best to protect the Jinwu clan behind them.

"Boom-"

In the distance, a voice flew into the sky.

Zhang Yu!

Zhang Yu, the true spirit of the Golden Crow clan!

It's just that Zhang Yu was embarrassed at this time, and one shoulder was missing.

He flew into the sky, crashed into the Golden Crow Divine Flame, and disappeared.

A true spirit realm, escaped.

"Shangzhen Prison Prince, Zhang Chenyang Prince, let's go!"

"You go, we'll stop you—"

"All the ninth-layer primordial spirits are leaving!"

In the midst of the Golden Crow army, a messy roar resounded.

It's a pity that no matter how loud they roar, they can't inspire more combat power.

All of them have done their best.

"Patriarch Han Muye handed you over to me, and I will take you all out." Shang Zhenjiao shouted, and the bright golden light on his body burst out.

"Zhang Chenyang, you take them away, here, I'll stop them!"

He stepped out with one step, and his body was as bright as the sun.

At this moment, he wanted to set his true spirit and body on fire.

It's just a desperate battle with all the forces, who wouldn't?

Didn't Patriarch Han Muye do this before?

Didn't Qin Nanxun do that?

"You're blocking?" Just then, a voice sounded behind him.

"Can you stop it?"

"I'll do it anyway."

Han Muye's figure landed beside him, and he reached out and tore him away.

A golden true spirit bone flew towards the stunned Shangzhen Prison.

"Refine it."

Another true spirit bone flew towards Zhang Chenyang, who was also dazed but surprised.

On Han Muye's body, endless flames burst out, converging into a golden cloak.

The long black sword in his hand pointed forward, and his face was full of expression.

"I've let you down, I'm alive again."