The light of the flames became more and more intense.

When Han Muye drove the blue wolf to the hill, he saw the situation below.

A group of Terrans.

Hundreds of people dressed in various animal skins gathered around a stone altar, singing, dancing and roaring with joy.

There was a pale golden flame on the stone platform, and several roasted beasts.

These Terrans were tall and had animal teeth or bones hanging from them.

In Han Muye's opinion, these beast teeth and bones, and even those animal skins worn on his body, were the fur and bones of all kinds of powerful demon beasts.

His gaze fell on the golden flame.

The heat, persistence, and agility of this flame are close to the divine flame.

"Woo-"

The blue wolf looked at the flame and whimpered lowly, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

The wolf's whimper was heard, and the jubilant Terrans in the distance stopped and turned their heads.

"Drink—"

An old shout came, and the human races over there were all waving to Han Muye.

Han Muye's legs urged, and the blue wolf reluctantly ran towards the crowd.

Running close to the altar, the blue wolf wandered a hundred feet away, and never came closer.

It seems that the blue wolf has suffered a great loss in front of the owner of this flame.

Han Muye jumped off the blue wolf and strode towards the flames.

The closer he got to the flames, the more intense they felt.

In his body, a suppressed blood force began to surge.

"Golden Crow?"

This flame actually contains the power of the Golden Crow.

It's just that because the bloodline power is too thin, Han Muye didn't sense it before.

In the final analysis, the suppressive power of the Heavenly Dao in the desolation is too strong, and the influence on the power of the divine soul and the immortal spirit is too great.

As Han Muye walked forward, the flame seemed to also feel the pure golden crow bloodline power on his body, and began to vibrate continuously.

The white-haired old man who invited Han Muye to come turned his head to look at the flames, and then at Han Muye, with excitement on his face, raised his hands, and shouted "haha" to Han Muye.

The others shouted and danced.

For a moment, the altar was jubilant again.

Han Muye stepped forward slowly, his gaze falling on a long bone staff held by the white-haired old man.

He reached out.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and slowly sent the bone staff to Han Muye's hand.

The others around were all puzzled, staring at the bone staff that had been ground into a faint glare and fell into Han Muye's hand.

The bone staff was slightly heavy, revealing a faint fiery heat.

A divine soul power was infused, and Han Muye saw a series of light and shadow pictures.

"The Flood Terrans."

"Survive with the help of various divine beasts."

"Worship the power of fire, fear the power of heaven and earth, and be brave and fearless."

Looking at the life-and-death battles in the picture, Han Muye was a little emotional.

This is the Terrans.

Unlike those demon clans who follow instinct, they are not divine beasts with physical strength and powerful origin power.

He has no strong power, but he has an unyielding spirit.

There is no strong individual, but they know how to cooperate, know how to learn, know how to grow the group step by step, and cohesion and inheritance.

In the picture, the Terrans continue to probe and pursue, and finally control the power of the flames, and the Terrans are unyielding, forging gold and iron, and finally creating weapons with powerful combat power.

This bone staff was made by a skillful craftsman in a certain ethnic group and took years to polish it.

Han Muye's palm stroked lightly, pressing on the three horizontal stripes on the bone staff.

This is the divine pattern that the human race in the desolation feels.

Directly visualize the power of heaven and earth, attract the power of heaven and earth to add to the body, and then converge into the pattern of divine power rules.

Because the power of heaven and earth in the desolation is too strong, to the point where it can be sensed and comprehended by visualization, the human race will have the opportunity to control the divine pattern.

Sending the bone staff back, Han Muye had a solemn expression on his face.

"My name is Han Muye, and I'm from afar."

His voice had a faint tone of voice, the sound of the desolation that he had comprehended from the bone staff.

The language in the desolation is much less round, more straight and boundless.

"Welcome, guest from afar." The old man who took back the bone staff bowed slightly, "Welcome to the Liaoyuan clan." ”

The old man said, turning around and snorting.

Those clansmen hurriedly dispersed, and two tall and strong clansmen stepped on the altar, ripped off a large piece of the beast meat that had been stewed and roasted, and dragged it down, and sent it to Han Muye.

It is a ritual among the tribe to take out their own food and share it with those who come from afar.

Han Muye reached out and took the meat, tore a piece and put it in his mouth.

The mouth of the meat is blazing, with the heat of burning the taste buds.

It's a special feeling.

His gaze fell on the altar, and Han Muye's face showed a hint of strangeness.

It's not the power of the flames, it's not the power of the meat.

All this is because it comes from the desolation, from the power of heaven and earth.

The fire between heaven and earth, roasting the food between heaven and earth, this is the source, this is the rule.

In this bite of meat, there are avenues and rules.

Originally, in the cultivation world, in those universes, only the top powers could comprehend the rules of cultivation, but in this desolation, it was so straightforward and so simple.

The road to simplicity.

Feeling the power of the origin that penetrated his intestines, Han Muye raised his hand, took off the robe on his body, and then gave it to the big man who gave him beast meat.

Dahan took the robe and put it on his body with a grin.

It's just that I'm not familiar with how to wear this shirt, and the animal skin that I was originally wearing on my body is fluffy, so I can't wear clothes at all for a while.

This caused the surrounding people to laugh.

Han Muye stepped forward, untied the animal skin he was draping on, helped put on his clothes, and tied up his robes with a gold belt.

With this rectification, this big man's figure is less reckless and vast, and he has a little more rules.

The big man waved his sleeves and patted Han Muye's shoulder with a smile.

"My name is Zhu Rong, and you will be my brother in the future."

……

There are more than 230 people in the Liaoyuan tribe, all of whom have lived in the wasteland for generations.

They say they have lived here for generations, but they themselves don't know where they came from, and then they migrated here step by step.

The human race in the flood wilderness is like this.

Live with your fate.

It's not that they don't want to build a long-term place to live, it's really that in the midst of the wilderness, there are too many powerful divine beasts and beasts.

Maybe a big war will turn into ruins within a radius of 100,000 miles and millions of miles.

It is also possible that the divine beasts or alien beasts that sheltered them at some point were killed because of their defeat, and they also had to flee.

Sitting around the altar, Han Muye listened to Zhu Rong and their talk about the life of the Liaoyuan tribe while eating the meat torn off the altar.

The only sharp bone knife in the clan was in Zhu Rong's hand, and he was now helping Han Muye break down the pieces of meat.

Around, there was also a group of young children, reaching out from time to time to touch the robe that Zhu Rong was wearing, and even the steaming meat could not attract them.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the altar in front of him.

There was nothing burning under the altar, and the flames were out of thin air.

But this can't be.

Even if it is a divine flame, it either burns by its own power or burns with some kind of object.

Burning out of thin air, which violates the rules of origin.

Seeing Han Muye's gaze, Zhu Rong showed a smug look on his face.

On the side, holding a bone staff, an old man named Candle Tian stretched out his hand and pointed to the flames, and said in a low voice: "There, there is a mark left by the Great Venerable of the Divine Beast. ”

Mark of the Divine Beast.

Han Muye stood up, stepped out, and landed on the altar.

Blazing flames rose, and the surging heat seemed to turn him to ashes.

From this angle, he finally saw that under the flames, there were three oblique marks.

Staring at this scratch, Han Muye's body had layers of suppressed flame power surging.

God crest.

This is a divine pattern that contains the power of fire.

In the flood wilderness, this represents the rules and represents the power.

He stretched out his hand and swung it down in mid-air.

In front of him, three traces of flame flashed away.

"Brother Han, you, are you a Divine Tattoo Master?"

"This is a power that only shamans can control!"

The Divine Tattoo Master and the Shaman are both human races that control the power of the Divine Tattoo.

The former is self-comprehension, and can transform it into a divine pattern, and then engrave it on various weapons or animal bones.

The bone staff in Candle Sky's hand was refined by a divine pattern master.

As for the shaman, with the help of the power of the divine beasts worshiped by the clan, he can also control the divine pattern.

A powerful shaman, who can even control divine beasts.

When Han Muye came on a strange beast blue wolf before, he was welcomed, that is, he was mistaken for a shaman by Candle Tian and others.

The Liaoyuan tribesmen around the altar all stood up and stared excitedly at the halo that slowly dissipated in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye in front of him also has the power of a divine tattoo master or shaman.

It is a truth that the strong are respected and courteous, and this is a constant truth everywhere.

Han Muye looked at the flame brilliance that dissipated in front of him, and the essence of light flashed in his eyes.

He could feel the change and movement of the forces of heaven and earth when this horizontal stripe appeared.

It is only when the power of heaven and earth, such as the flood and the wilderness, emerges to the place where there is about to materialize, can we have such a feeling.

This is the trajectory of the essence of power, pure and simple, but it is the true source.

It's no wonder that the divine beasts that came out of the desolation are extremely powerful, they can feel the exertion and application of the origin power with their hands and feet, how can they not be powerful?

"Hum—"

When the streamer in front of Han Muye dissipated, there was a tremor from the mountains in the distance.

A big golden bird came with its wings outstretched.

Under the altar, all the Liaoyuan tribesmen raised their heads, their faces even more excited.

"Shaman!"

"The shaman summoned the totem beast!"

"The Divine Fire Totem is here!"

Summon.

If you use the power of the flame on the altar to activate it with the same source power, you can summon a totem beast, which is the shaman.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the big bird with its wings spread.

Divine beast, but the cultivation strength has not yet reached the strength of the real divine beast, and it can only be said to be a half-step divine beast.

The power of the bloodline has the power of the golden crow, but it is not pure, it is very mixed.

"Whoa—"

The big bird is extremely fast, and a few spread their wings to reach the outside of the tribe.

With a flicker in mid-air, the big bird opened its mouth suddenly, and a flame flew down from its mouth and spewed out.

This flame was smashed down at the blue wolf that Han Muye was riding.

The blue wolf, who was already extremely nervous, trembled, turned his head and ran.

"Bang-"

The flames burned across the earth, turning into flowing flames within a thousand feet, igniting all the surrounding vegetation and melting away the rocks and dirt.

The horror of this blow made the clansmen of the Liaoyuan tribe roar with excitement.

This is their totem beast, and the strength of the totem beast means that the stronger the protection they can receive.

A cloud of flame drove the wolf away, and the big bird did not pursue it again.

He doesn't seem to be interested in hunting wolves.

"Whew-"

Watching the blue wolf run away, the big golden bird retracted its wings and flew down on the altar.

It opened its mouth and swallowed the flames from the altar into its mouth.

The flame seemed to be an incomparably delicious thing, and the big bird chewed it gently, closing his eyes slightly, and seemed to enjoy it.

A moment later, all the flames were swallowed up, and the big bird flapped its wings and turned its head to look at Han Muye.

However, he didn't pay much attention to Han Muye, his eyes swept around, opened his mouth, and spit out a pale golden fist fire bead.

The bead fell on the altar and turned into a bowl of flame.

Looking at this flame, all the Liaoyuan tribesmen below bowed down and bowed.

This is the fear of the flame, and it is also the worship of the flame.

The big bird flapped its wings in satisfaction.

Below, Zhu Rong stood up, untied the robe that Han Muye gave him, and sent it to the people around him, and then stepped out and landed on the altar.

"Brother Han, I'm going to sacrifice, it's our luck to see a shaman come to my Liaoyuan tribe."

"I hope you can help us make the Liaoyuan tribe stronger."

After Zhu Rong finished speaking, he walked towards the flame.

Under the altar, all the Liaoyuan tribesmen had complicated expressions on their faces, excited and reluctant.

Sacrifice?

Han Muye frowned.

He groaned and reached out to press on the altar below.

"Hum—"

In the altar, a series of memory images appeared in his mind.

Each time the totem beast appears, after collecting the flames, the new flames need to be sacrificed by the strongest of the clan.

Use your body to ignite the flame of inheritance.

Because this flame is lit by the strongest person in the clan, it is very attractive to the totem beasts, and then every time the clan hunts, various beasts and monsters will be sacrificed to it, so that the flame will become stronger and stronger.

This flame is both a treasure to protect the clan and a bond with the totem beasts.

For a long time, the human race in the flood has long been accustomed to such rules.

Rules for getting along with mythical beasts.

Slowly getting up, Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong, who was already approaching the flames in front of him.

"Brother Zhurong, wait a minute."

Han Muye spoke, and then stepped forward quickly.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it against Zhu Rong's body.

A supreme flame power rushed into Zhu Rong's body through the palm of his hand.

Zhu Rong's hair instantly turned red.

His body shuddered, and he staggered forward, landing on the flame.

The flames enveloped his body in an instant.

"Hum—"

This flame swirled, and a sweep turned Zhu Rong's body away,

But in the next moment, the flames exploded and rose, turning into a hundred feet of soaring golden light.

This is the scenery of pure flame power turning into rules.

The big bird standing on the altar was stunned at first, and then spread its wings and chirped, its eyes full of excitement.

It spreads its wings and flies, then dashes into the flames, opens its mouth, and swallows it in one gulp.

The flames entered the belly, and the golden bird roared in the sky.

A golden divine light shrouded his body, causing his body to expand and turn into ten zhang in size.

It was only when this long whistle began that it stopped abruptly.

The golden bird's body collapsed violently, and a human figure remained in the air, covered in flames.

Zhu Rong.