Zhu Rong is not dead!

The Liaoyuan tribesmen under the altar were stunned for a moment, and then cheered excitedly.

Only Zhu Rong, who was covered in flames, looked at Zhu Rong, and was a little flustered for a while.

"This, what about this totem beast......

Without the totem beasts, the Liaoyuan tribe would have no shelter, and they would have to face the infestation of those powerful demon beasts.

In mid-air, Zhu Rong was a little confused at first, then looked at the flames on his body, as well as the dense flame god patterns, and slowly clenched his fists.

"Roar—"

Looking up to the sky and roaring, a layer of flames soared around him.

This brilliance is ten times stronger than the flame power of the previous totem beast!

The flames around Zhu Rong's body turned into a set of flame armor with his roar, condensing on his body.

His figure slowly landed, and the moment he stepped onto the stone platform, a puff of flame rose from the three lines below.

The flame that had been extinguished on the altar was rekindled.

It wasn't until this flame rose that Candle Tian breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a look of joy.

"Zhu Rong!"

I don't know who shouted.

"Zhu Rong!"

"Zhu Rong—"

The clansmen below the altar danced and began to circle around the altar.

Zhu Rong waved his hand excitedly and walked in front of Han Muye.

"Brother Han, I feel that I have a lot of memories, but ......"

He couldn't express it.

The expressions of the creatures of the wilderness are very straightforward and simple.

"It's all about the memories of the flames, right?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Zhu Rong nodded.

"You first slowly recall, to understand the power of the flame, and to control the rules." Han Muye spoke softly, holding up a golden flame in his palm.

The flame was constantly changing, sometimes turning into a bird, sometimes into a running beast.

The flames burst like a cloud, then condensed into a golden spear.

In Zhu Rong's eyes, this flame is like a living thing, which can be turned into anything.

This kind of means made his eyes shine.

"I, can I do the same?"

He clenched his fists and whispered.

Han Muye smiled and nodded, "That's nature. ”

……

The totem beast of the Liaoyuan tribe fell, but its power was inherited by Zhu Rong.

With the power of the totem beast, Zhu Rong naturally controls the rules of the flame, and the power of controlling the flame only needs to be practiced simply, as if it is engraved in the bones.

Zhu Rong practiced how to control the power of the flame by himself, and if he didn't understand something, he would ask Han Muye for advice.

Han Muye walked into the stone house prepared for him by the Liaoyuan tribe and practiced in retreat.

As soon as he entered the flood wilderness, Han Muye felt a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

At this point in retreat, he had time to analyze it in detail.

"If the guess is not wrong, then where did the flood come from......"

In his hand, a cosmic-level warrior spear appeared.

A golden divine pattern shone on the spear.

When the qi and blood power in Han Muye's body penetrated into the soldiers, the spear vibrated and caused the power in the void to permeate and penetrate.

Han Muye's eyes burst with essence.

Sure enough, it's the power of the source!

As with the Heavenly Plane, complete Origin Power!

Therefore, the original flood was the same as the Heavenly Plane, it was the upper plane!

Only in this way can we explain why only the real body can enter the Flood Desolation Realm.

Although this place has been transformed into a ruin realm, its origin is still intact, and incomplete divine soul power cannot enter it at all.

What was it that caused the desolate world to fall from an upper plane and finally to an ordinary universe? Or even end up in ruins?

Moreover, unlike the Heavenly Plane, the Flood World is clearly suppressed to the limit of various forces.

The Heavenly Plane is just the opposite, all the cultivators who enter it, not only will their strength not be suppressed, but even as long as the origin is intact, the power of the various magical powers displayed will be many times stronger.

What's so important about this?

The secrets of the plane were too far away to be found, but since the origin power of the Flood Desolate World was complete, then Han Muye could do more.

Pieces of Flood Desolation-level and Universe-level armor appeared around him, gently shining and rotating around his body, and layers of divine light appeared on top of it.

Supplement the source.

In this desolate plane, these armors are slowly replenishing the missing source power.

Letting these armors swirl around on their own, in front of Han Muye, a flame rose.

A Danding appeared.

It's not Ziyang Ding, it's Xianbao Danding that hasn't been used for a long time.

A piece of elixir fell in front of him, and a dazzling light flashed in Han Muye's hand.

Alchemy.

Alchemy in the wilderness where the origin is intact.

When the elixir was put into the Danding, the flames were swirling, the Danding shook slightly, and the surrounding source power was all poured into the Danding.

In front of Han Muye, the origin power was shining and staggered in the Danding, constantly blending.

The cyan streamer represents life, the red one is the abundance of qi and blood, the black one is the heavy gold and iron, and the gold is the bright sun......

"Hum—"

Danding shook, and one after another jade-colored pills flew out, and each pill had pale golden divine patterns on it.

An elixir that is flawless.

No matter how bad the grade of this pill is, it still has a flawless origin.

Such an elixir is a supreme treasure for those cultivators of the lower plane who lack the power of the origin.

A treasure that replenishes the origin.

Taking an elixir into the mouth, the melted medicinal power mixed with the power of the origin dispersed into the whole body, and Han Muye's smile on his face was even worse.

The last time they opened the path to heaven and stepped into the heavenly plane, there were still a few of them who had no defects.

After returning to the lower planes, it was not easy for them to improve and replenish their Origin Power.

But with this elixir, it is very simple, and a pill can be used as an introduction to cultivation, and it can be turned into the foundation of an incorruptible origin.

"Hum—"

Danding shook, and one elixir after another was sent into it again.

……

A month later.

On the altar, two figures are staggered.

"Bang-"

The flame condensed fist shadow struck out, and Zhu Rong rushed forward without hesitation Han Muye, who looked indifferent.

The golden flame fist turned into a lion in mid-air and pounced towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand and pressed the lion down, and then kicked Zhu Rong on the shoulder who rushed up, kicking him back to his original place.

Zhu Rong was not only not annoyed, but also excited, a flame armor surged, his body was surrounded by golden flames, and a flame spear in his hand transformed, rushing towards Han Muye again.

It's a pity that Han Muye still crushed the flames around Zhu Rong's body with one palm, and then smashed the flame spear in his hand with one punch, and smashed it into his chest with another punch.

Zhu Rong's body couldn't withstand this punch and collapsed directly.

"Ahh

A few of the people watching the battle below exclaimed.

Others are not surprised.

The shattered Zhu Rong's body turned into flames and condensed again three zhang away.

The body of flames is immortal and indestructible.

This is the origin of the power of the flames.

"Brother Han, I can come with you now, right?"

After a big battle, Zhu Rong proudly walked off the altar and looked at Han Muye beside him.

Han Muye told him that he was leaving a few days ago, and Zhu Rong wanted to join him, but Han Muye refused.

Han Muye's reason was that Zhu Rong's strength was not enough.

That's why today's game is here.

In this battle, although Zhu Rong was still completely at a disadvantage, he also showed strength that was not inferior to other divine beasts.

At this time, his combat power had surpassed that of the previous Totem Beast of the Liaoyuan Tribe.

"If you go with me, what will happen to the people of the Liaoyuan tribe?" Han Muye looked around and asked.

Although these clansmen have now cultivated some of the exercises taught by Han Muye, their combat power has only improved slightly, and they cannot be compared with the reborn Zhu Rong.

If Zhu Rong leaves, without the Liaoyuan tribe blessed by the totem beast, I don't know what the result will be.

"I, I want to take the tribe with me." Zhu Rong looked up into the distance, with a hint of expectation and longing in his eyes.

"In the past, we never dared to think that we could go to distant places, but now, I want to take them to distant places."

The people here were born in the wasteland, and most of them have not left the radius.

Most of them will die in battle with the monsters.

Even Zhu Rong himself, he never thought of going far away before.

Now that he has the power of flames, he dares to think of things that he had not dared to think of before.

Take your own people and see it.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the Liaoyuan tribesmen who were scattered in the distance to do their own business.

At the beginning, he walked from Tianxuan Xijiang to Zhongzhou, and then stepped into the Nine Heavens from Zhongzhou, and finally entered the fairy world, and stepped through the divine realm.

These people may have some stumbling blocks on their own spiritual path, but it is precisely because of so many ties that they can go further.

Han Muye has always felt that the ruthless avenue of cultivation in the world is not suitable for him, and only the path of affection can truly enable him to achieve supreme cultivation.

What Zhu Rong said was extremely simple.

It is this simple language, but it reveals the true origin.

The source of spiritual practice.

The cultivation of the world is all spiritual traction, otherwise it will eventually turn into ruthlessness and desirelessness, and eventually dissolve and merge with the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao power of the Flood Desolate World is strong, and it is because of the support of this sentient Dao, right?

Although he was not sure that his idea must be correct, Han Muye decided to give it a try.

"Okay, then let's stay first, and I'll refine some weapons to help your people improve their combat power."

The combat power of the clansmen of the Liaoyuan tribe is still good, and with weapons and cultivation, ordinary demon beasts can deal with it.

The human race in the desolation, if it had no combat power at all, would have perished a long time ago.

Hearing that Han Muye promised to take the clansmen of the Liaoyuan tribe away, Zhu Rong was overjoyed.

What's more, Han Muye still has to refine weapons.

Zhu Rong told his family about this, and everyone was boiling.

Candle Tian led a group of strong clansmen to send the beast teeth, animal bones, and various collected ores stored before to Han Muye.

Like the Heavenly Plane, these things contain an infertile origin, and if they are simply refined, they can exert their power.

With Zhu Rong's free labor, there is no need to use it in vain, Han Muye asked Zhu Rong to use the power of flames to melt those ores, and constantly mix and quench.

A group of tribesmen who have no strength and nowhere to use are forged with hammers to create rough embryos.

Candle Sky and the other clansmen who lacked strength were polishing the teeth and bones of beasts.

The women did the polishing, tying, gluing.

All the processes, the last step is to hand over to Han Muye, let him depict the god pattern.

After comprehending the flame divine pattern on the altar, Han Muye had a lot of speculations about the divine patterns of various other attributes.

However, on these weapons, Han Muye did not try to depict other divine patterns, at most he added some variants to them.

For example, a thick-backed mountain opening knife, after carving three flame divine patterns on the back of the knife, and adding a wind attribute divine pattern, can increase the flame power on the long knife by three times.

The bone tooth arrow that depicts a flame god pattern, and a metallic god pattern is engraved on the edge of the arrow, which can make it have stronger armor-piercing power.

These weapons may not be too strong in the flood wilderness because of the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, but in the lower plane, each of them is an artifact.

Just the origin god pattern depicted on it, each of them is a heaven-destroying existence.

In three months, more than 100 clansmen from the entire Liaoyuan tribe each had a weapon in their hands.

Not only are there weapons, but there are even a few strange-looking armors.

In the past, it was not that the people of the Liaoyuan tribe did not want to make these.

But the days were difficult, and everyone was hunting with all their might, and there was no time to collect supplies to make armor.

What's more, there is no refining means, there is no depiction of divine patterns, and such weapons and armor are paper paste in front of those demon beasts.

Now, with Zhu Rong alone, the food in the tribe is already exhausted, and with Han Muye's hand to depict the divine pattern, the refined armor can be more and stronger.

Outside Han Muye's stone house, Zhu Rong held a hook spear in his hand and kept waving it.

These weapons are not just something that can be used in the hand to exert combat power, and they also need to practice various tactics and techniques.

Before, Zhu Rong thought that as long as he had a weapon in his hand, he would be able to exert his strong combat power, but he was taught a few times by Han Muye, and finally obediently came to learn the method of fighting.

"Zhu Rong, people from the Huangyan tribe are here to ask for help!"

In the distance, a clansman with a large bow on his back shouted.

Zhu Rong stopped the move in his hand and ran away quickly.

After a while, he led a tall young man covered in blood to Han Muye's stone house.

"Brother Han, the Huangyan tribe was attacked by demon beasts, their contract beasts were defeated, and the clansmen were killed and scattered."

Zhu Rong spoke in a low voice with a heavy face on his face.

The Huangyan tribe is 500 miles away and has a good relationship with the Zhurong tribe.

Zhu Rong's mother was from the Huangyan tribe.

Han Muye looked at the clansmen from the Huangyan tribe who came to ask for help, his body was surging and declining, and several wounds on his body were constantly bleeding, and he saw that his origin was draining.

It's hard to get here.

Han Muye raised his hand a little, and a cyan streamer fell on this Huangyan tribesman.

The streamer shrouded it, and the wounds on its body healed quickly.

This scene made the young man stunned, and his face showed consternation.

What kind of magic trick is this?

Han Muye popped out another cyan pill and landed in front of Zhu Rong: "This pill can replenish the origin, otherwise he will die." ”

Zhu Rong hurriedly stuffed the pill to the young man, but the young man didn't take it, just gritted his teeth: "Zhu Rong, you want to save my Huangyan tribe, my father said, let our Huangyan tribe merge into your Liaoyuan tribe." ”

"Zhu Rong, my father is your uncle, you can't help it!"