There are also powerful tribes among the human races in the wilderness.

There are many great races that have millions of people, tens of millions of people, but billions of people, and many of them have armor.

It's just that they don't have much research on refining armor and other artifacts.

The powerful human races in the desolation are all attached to various divine beast races and have their own totem beast groups.

Although there were also strong people among those human races, and the powerful shamans and divine tattoo masters were very powerful, they did not think of surpassing the divine beasts, or even controlling the divine beasts and overriding the divine beasts.

From controlling the Guardian Divine Beasts to refining the battle armor, these means are all changing the status of the human race in the wilderness.

This elevation of status is in line with the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

The first armor was refined, and when the armor was refined, it became smoother, more refined, and stronger.

In most of the month, fifty decent pieces of armor have been refined.

The black helmet and the armor wrapped through the body have no beauty at all, and there are no armors in the galaxy universe that have various auxiliary functions.

In places such as the Flood Wilderness, where the suppression of the Heavenly Dao is extremely strong, most of the effects of the battle armor of the Galaxy Universe have become chicken ribs.

Coupled with the powerful individual strength of the desolate creatures, the power of the bloodline and the use of the origin power, the battle armor refined by this one stands out for being a strong defense.

Of the fifty armors, twenty were heavy.

Not only covers the human body, but also wraps the body of the demon beast on it.

On the wasteland outside the Liaoyuan tribe.

The roar was like an explosion.

Zhu Rong held a spear in his hand, and a layer of golden ten-zhang phantom outside his body was condensed.

The spear in the phantom's hand swept away, picking up the two clansmen who were riding demon wolves and wearing battle armor.

On the other side, the clansman riding the black three-zhang demon bull slammed into Zhu Rong's body with a sledgehammer in his hand, making him slightly turbulent.

However, this clan was kicked by Zhu Rong's legs.

Han Muye stood not far away, with a chuckle on his face.

The surrounding Liaoyuan clansmen were fanatically shouting and cheering for Zhurong.

In their opinion, Zhu Rong is the strongest.

It is unimaginable that the battle armor and demon beasts can show such a strength bonus.

Whether it's a refining weapon or anything else, it's just a limited increase in strength.

Flood cognition, bloodline, origin.

In the battle group, whether it was the impact of those demon wolf cavalry or the kind of demon bull cavalry collision, they were all like children wielding toys in front of Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong tempered himself with these clansmen, and at the same time showed his strength to the clansmen.

As for those clansmen who control demon beasts and wear battle armor, they are already satisfied to be able to fight with Zhu Rong.

"Boom-"

The streamer shone, and the flames around Zhu Rong's body rose, and with a punch, he knocked all the rushing clansmen away, and then left with a long smile.

Although the clansmen who controlled the demon beasts were not injured, they were struggling to get up, and those demon beasts were also exhausted.

"Come with me." At this time, Han Muye's voice sounded.

Master Han?

Everyone turned back. Seeing Han Muye with his hands behind his back, he slowly walked towards the wasteland.

The crowd looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

The people who had originally dispersed were also curious about why Han Shi took these people away.

Zhu Rong glanced at it from a distance, and his face showed curiosity.

Ten days later, those who had left returned.

Fifty clansmen riding demon wolves and demon bulls, dressed in battle armor, scattered back.

Seeing that they were all tired, they also had various traces on their armor.

However, everyone's aura seems to be a lot more dignified.

"What are they doing?"

"Could it be that Master Han let them practice what skills?"

"What about practicing again, can you still beat Zhurong?"

Discussion began in all parts of the tribe, and then converged outside the tribe.

Zhu Rong also flew over.

"One more fight." Han Muye's voice came.

One more fight?

A smile appeared on Zhu Rong's face, and the intense flames on his body rose.

Ahead, the scattered armor cavalry also began to disperse.

"Let's fight." Zhu Rong shouted, the phantom of ten zhang appeared, and the golden armor war spear stepped out in one step.

The scattered cavalry also shouted and rushed towards him.

However, after only a while, Zhu Rong and the surrounding clansmen had already seen the difference between the demon cavalry.

Although the war horses are scattered, they all have a certain orientation and different speeds, but if you look closely, they are all related to each other.

Zhu Rong, who was holding a war gun, wanted to make a move, but he couldn't find which side to go first for a while.

Just as he hesitated, the knight had already arrived.

Some shots, some hammers fall.

Everyone, whether they hit or not, rode away from the war.

Zhu Rong's war spear swept away, but he was hit and his steps were unsteady.

This scene made the surrounding clansmen open their mouths wide.

"Drink—"

Zhu Rong was also annoyed, holding a spear and running towards the fleeing war horse.

The horses sped up and arced, while the others slowly chased after them, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Just chasing and fighting, Zhu Rong didn't really show his strength, and he really couldn't take these war horses.

"No, they're just going to run away, okay?"

"Is this the latest guidance from Master Han?"

"Don't say it, Zhu Rong really has no way to take them."

The chatter of the surrounding clansmen became louder.

Many people looked surprised.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, looking at the team chasing and fleeing in front of him.

Zhu Rong naturally heard the discussion, his body moved, and a pair of flame wings spread out behind him.

The flaming wings flickered, and he had already landed in front of the fleeing warhorse.

"Fight!"

Some of the horsemen who were blocked in front of them shouted.

The originally loose war horses quickly converged, turned into a phalanx, and then turned into a triangular pyramid, rushing towards Zhurong.

In the rear, the slower Demon Bull War Rider also slowly formed a formation and turned into a phalanx.

"Boom-"

The triangular cone battle array rushed in front of Zhu Rong and collided with Zhu Rong's spear.

Zhu Rong's body shook, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The strength of this battle array was far beyond his imagination.

The triangular cone battle array did not crash into Zhu Rong, and the demon bull battle array in the rear had already arrived.

"Boom-"

The hammer fell, and Zhu Rong's footsteps finally moved.

The heavy demon bull phalanx blocked in front of Zhu Rong, and those wolf demon war horses scattered, constantly turning into triangular pyramid impacts.

Zhu Rong's footsteps were unsteady and he could only keep retreating.

He had been suppressing his strength and had not used the Fire Vein Origin Power on his body.

But he could feel that the strength of the battle array was already able to resist the next divine beast.

Those clansmen were dumbfounded one by one, and the blue wolf not far away, as well as the Flying Cloud Beast, also had solemnity in their eyes at this time.

The strength displayed by the battle array is already comparable to theirs.

The eyes of Liaoyuan on the side flashed, revealing a trace of war intent.

"Boom-"

In front of Zhu Rong, a golden wall of flames formed, blocking all attacks.

He raised his hand, and the spear stabbed out.

The wall of flames shook forward, pushing the Demon Bull Warrider backwards.

On Zhu Rong's body, the blood-colored divine light slowly surged.

The power he used had surpassed the ordinary lower-rank divine beasts and was moving towards the mid-rank divine beasts.

This scene made those Liaoyuan tribesmen breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhu Rong is their god of war, how can he not even resist the war horse?

Looking at the war horse that was constantly pushed back, Han Muye spoke softly.

"Let's change the formation."

Change formations.

With his words, the battle array began to disperse.

But between the scattering, there was a faint qi and blood power rising in everyone's body.

"Boom-"

An iron-clad wolf emerges.

The thirty-foot-tall iron-armored wolf had two horns on the top of his head, and his eyes were full of blood.

The blue wolf slammed into the wall of fire in front of Zhu Rong.

"Boom-"

The wall of fire shook like thunder, and then shattered.

The phantom above the horsemen's heads also exploded and dispersed.

All the horsemen were tired, and they obviously didn't have much combat power.

And that ended the battle.

The war horses dispersed, and Zhu Rong stood in a daze.

Not only him, but also those Liaoyuan clansmen, as well as those few divine beasts, all stayed in place with blank faces.

This battle really touched them too much.

Whether it's a war horse or a war armor, it's still people who control it.

It's their ordinary people.

When will these ordinary people have such combat power?

Han Muye shook his head, and his figure dispersed in place.

After today, the Liaoyuan tribe will inevitably be very different.

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Among the stone houses.

In front of Han Muye, pieces of armor appeared.

These were all desolate level battle armor battle puppets that he took out from the storage space, as well as many real weapons, immortal weapons.

In the midst of the desolation, he had refined these soldiers into the Origin Stability Level by supplementing the Origin.

Only such a weapon can play a role in the wilderness.

Otherwise, if you collide with those divine beasts, or with other armor, you will be shattered.

Even when the power of heaven and earth in the flood is triggered, it may not be able to withstand it and be shattered and damaged.

However, after refining and replenishing, Han Muye discovered that the power of these weapons was stable, but they did not really stimulate the attributes that they should have.

The soldiers with a stable origin are suppressed by the power of the Heavenly Dao in the flood wilderness, and they seem to be ordinary weapons.

These weapons are top-notch treasures in the lower planes.

Recall that in the Heavenly Plane, there does not seem to be such a phenomenon of suppression.

In the Heavenly Plane, these weapons with incomplete origins will be discounted in power, but the power they exert will still be strong.

Especially after replenishing the origin, it can show extremely strong combat effectiveness.

Could it be that the Heavenly Plane is not as high as the level of the Flood Desolation?

Not really, right?

Looking at the soldiers in front of him, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

Not to mention, if the Flood Desolate Universe was not transformed into countless levels, collapsing layer by layer, but a complete plane, it was really possible that it was once higher than the level of the Heavenly Plane.

In the wilderness, there are countless overlords and powerhouses.

Thinking of the overlord, Han Muye raised his hand, and treasures such as Ziyang Ding, God-killing Spear, and Tianhan Hammer flew out.

These treasures fell in front of him, and when he looked at it again, he finally noticed the difference.

Origin.

These treasures are all refined with a complete origin, and there are clearly divine patterns in them.

It's not the divine pattern in the wilderness, but the divine pattern of the heavenly plane.

It is no wonder that the treasures refined by the Lord of Jiuxuan Peak will become seven treasures of the world.

The origin of these treasures is not owned by the lower planes at all, and their power is much higher than that of the lower planes.

Seeing through the origin, faint golden light appeared on Han Muye's body.

This is the realization of the power of heaven and earth.

This time, his comprehension was different from before, as if there was a fusion of heaven and earth forces in front of him, and then it turned into a square heaven and earth.

This is, groundbreaking?

Heaven and earth are also made by the way of refining weapons?

Han Muye didn't dare to think about it, but he could find a balance between the forces of heaven and earth, and find the Great Dao of Refining.

Between heaven and earth, one after another divine light stayed, revealing its own halo.

The fiery sun, the dark full moon, the grass, the red flowers, the hard rocks, the cold frost and snow......

Han Muye, who had already comprehended the Great Dao Divine Pattern, was finally able to see everything clearly this time.

Whether it is the origin or the divine pattern, including the endless power, they are all appearances.

They are supposed to be given their own attributes.

Fire is meant to scorch everything.

Water is meant to moisturize and cleanse everything.

Gold, sharp and heavy, earth, thick and far-reaching, wood, all things germinate......

Seeing through the source, everything in front of you is the source.

Seeing through the refiner, it is the refining tool between gestures.

Between the rotten wood and the magic, it is just a pair of divine palms.

At this moment, the aura on Han Muye's body suddenly sublimated.

He seemed to penetrate heaven and earth and saw the whole infinite heaven and earth.

The god of refiners.

At this moment, he comprehended the origin of the way of refining.

He stretched out his palm, and on top of a faint golden ore, a small red flower bloomed.

A thought blooms.

The small flower is turbulent, turns into a flying butterfly, and spreads its wings and walks away.

All living things.

This is the god of refining, stepping into the realm of living beings.

From then on, the treasures refined by Han Muye could contain the spirit of the origin.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the entire Honghuang Ruins realm shook slightly.

Those hidden overlords all raised their heads and looked at the dark world.

It's just that no one can find out where this tremor of heaven and earth came from.

"Flood Ruins Realm, will it really be different this time?"

Between the darkness of the world, someone whispered.

No one answered this whisper.

……

For half a year, the entire Liaoyuan tribe was busy refining weapons.

After the first battle that day, Zhu Rong personally went to Yunluo Mountain to mine Fuyun Iron and came back, and then worked with his clan day and night to refine armor.

Even the Flying Cloud Beasts and their divine beasts seemed to be stimulated, frantically carving divine patterns.

In half a year, the clan formed a total of 800 wolf cavalry and 200 demon bull heavy cavalry.

This thousand war horses are all that the current Liaoyuan tribe can come up with.

Not every clansman is qualified and has the strength to become a war horseman.

After one selection after another, the winners cheered, and the losers wept bitterly.

No one wants to be weak.

Becoming a war horse, compared with other clansmen, the difference in combat power was originally only two or three times, but after training, the strength of forming a battle formation is a hundred times worse!

With such a gap in strength, who doesn't want to climb to the sky in one step?

"Whew-"

In the distance, the sound of a horn was heard.

A team of blue wolves rushed and arrived with dust and smoke.

"Zhu Rong, the team transporting ore was robbed 20,000 miles away!"

"The escorted Flying Cloud Beast is injured."

It was a Liaoyuan tribesman wearing battle armor and riding a blue wolf that spoke.

"Whew-"

Hearing that the Flying Cloud Beast was injured, the Burning Plains Divine Beast flew away directly.

Among the ethnic groups, Zhu Rong slowly stood up.

"Liaoyuan War Horse, go with me—"