Nothing could stop the 30,000 horsemen rushing in.

The convergence like the churning of a great river is a force that has never appeared in the desolate world.

Fighting spirit.

Evil spirits.

Charge.

What about the million-strong army?

The triangular cone battle formation directly tore apart the army formation of a million troops.

Not counting the military formation, the millions of troops were all standing there loosely, at a loss, torn apart like tofu.

The time for 30,000 war horses to pierce through the million Terran formations was only a quarter of an hour.

Then, with Zhu Rong shouting, the battle formation turned around again, and rushed in a different direction.

It doesn't matter what totem beast you are, what kind of god tattoo master you are, and what kind of shaman you are, in front of the torrent, you are just an existence that has been trampled into the mud.

Bolted.

Whistling.

Brandish.

In a roar and wail, the torrent once again cut through the battle formation.

By this time, the million-strong army had collapsed.

No one has the will to fight anymore.

Who dares to resist again?

Their own totem beasts have been killed, and their own shamans have become pulp, so how can they resist with the stick in their hands?

The roar resounded, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads and fled.

"Hmph, this is the human race, I don't have any courage at all......" In the void in the distance, there was a divine beast's divine soul thought transmitted.

It's just that no one responded at this time.

It's the Terrans who are fleeing, isn't it chasing after them?

The fleeing races don't have the courage, but the Terrans who can be chased and killed have enough courage, right?

"Kneel down to avoid death—"

Zhu Rong raised the spear in his hand and shouted to the sky.

"Kneel down to avoid death—"

The long cry was heard through the wilderness.

An Anthropomorph fell to its knees.

As long as you don't die, everything is fine.

It is a tribal group of countless large and small ethnic groups, and there is no real affection for each other, and they don't even know why they are fighting when they fight.

Do you still expect such a group to really fight to the death?

What's the point of such a desperate death?

"Burning the Plains—"

Riding a black tiger, Zhu Rong roared wildly and ran.

"Victory—"

Thirty thousand horsemen shouted.

In this battle, at least 800,000 people surrendered.

800,000 people joined the Liaoyuan tribe.

These Terrans were escorted to the headquarters of the Liaoyuan Tribe.

When the army returned, the headquarters was completely boiling.

Zhu Rong lit the divine fire on the altar and sacrificed to heaven and earth.

"Heaven and earth favor, perhaps, the flood is also the last hope on the human race, right?" Han Muye raised his head with a hint of a smile on his face.

He could feel that the Origin in the desolation had been opened to him.

He can sense and intercept the power of the source.

In this tribe, there are 100,000 people who have accepted Zhurong's divine pattern inheritance.

Enough is enough.

With these 100,000 people, they have been able to directly suppress the ethnic group.

After the army returned to the Clan station, it did not organize another expedition.

But a group of Terrans left the garrison and headed for the wasteland.

Round up monsters.

This time, Zhu Rong and they want to build a terrifying war horse.

The various ethnic groups that were trembling in the original wasteland were all relieved to see that the Liaoyuan tribe did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

But within three months, all the tribes were in a panic again.

The Liaoyuan tribe formed another 8,000 war cavalry.

They also hunted in the wasteland, rounding up monsters suitable for mounts and sending them to the tribe for domestication.

Now the warhorses of the Liaoyuan tribe have reached a terrifying 100,000.

How many more horsemen do they have to build?

What do they want to do?

For a while, the Terran tribes in the wasteland, as well as those divine beasts, and the groups behind the divine beasts, were all discussing in chaos.

In half a year, the Liaoyuan tribe formed another 20,000 war horses.

At this time, the alliance formed in the wasteland was also formed.

Resist the alliance of the Liaoyuan tribes.

Wasteland Alliance.

In the central tent of the Liaoyuan tribe, a big man in half-armor walked in quickly.

"Patriarch, Master Han, the Wasteland Alliance has sent a challenge."

The big man held a black stone engraved with the Taoist god pattern in his hand.

There is no text in the wilderness, only the god pattern.

These patterns can also convey messages.

Zhu Rong took the stone and frowned.

"The shaman and the god tattoo master are fighting?"

Send the strongest Divine Tattoo Master and Shaman to have a competition.

The losing side needs to surrender unconditionally.

Zhu Rong sneered on his face: "I have 100,000 war horses, they don't dare to fight, and they still want us to compete with the Fighting Priest and the Divine Pattern Master?" ”

"If you want to fight, that is to fight with my 100,000 war horsemen."

His words made everyone else in the tent nod and laugh.

Today's Liaoyuan tribe has countless war horses, and there are nearly two million clansmen, why compare with others to shamans and god tattoos?

"It's not impossible for a shaman to compete with a god tattoo master."

Just then, a voice rang out.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the top.

Han Muye sat there.

"Master Han, what do you mean?" Zhu Rong's face showed surprise.

It's not that there are no god tattoo masters and shamans of the Liaoyuan tribe, but they really can't do it in terms of strength.

Han Muye said that he wanted the priest to compete with the god pattern master, how to compare?

Han Muye raised his hand, and golden light curtains appeared in front of him.

The light curtain revealed the location of the various races in the wasteland.

"Tell them that they choose the position of the fight, and we choose the way of the fight."

Turning his head to look at everyone in the big tent, Han Muye's face was indifferent: "This time, I'll go." ”

No one spoke out to refute it, and there was no question.

Since the rise of the Liaoyuan tribe, everything has been given by Master Han.

It is the patriarch Zhu Rong who is also the achievement of Han Shi's teaching.

The Liaoyuan tribe is the brainchild of Master Han, and he can't be buried easily.

If Master Han wants to participate in the battle between the Divine Pattern Master and the Shaman, he must be sure.

"I'll lead 100,000 war horses—" As soon as Zhu Rong spoke, he was stopped by Han Muye waving his hand.

"That person wouldn't want to compare." Han Muye chuckled, "What I want is for them to really compare." ”

When the reply from the Liaoyuan tribe arrived, the principals of the wasteland alliance all had smiles on their faces.

It's done.

This matter was originally planned by all parties, and there was a strong beast behind it.

Now the Liaoyuan tribe has really been fooled.

"I will choose the position of the competition in Wuliang Mountain."

"As for the shamans and god tattoo masters who participate in the competition, each tribe chooses by itself, and then gathers together to compete and select."

"This time, we're going to let the Liaoyuan tribe lose completely."

For a moment, the entire tribe of the wasteland moved.

Divine tattoo masters and shamans are all showing their strength among their own clans, wanting to get the opportunity to participate in the competition.

The totemic beasts of those races were also willing to cooperate.

This time, it blocked the Liaoyuan tribe and made the Liaoyuan tribe completely decline and be annexed.

The various ethnic groups have already discussed, and whoever has more strength will be able to share more war horses.

How to divide up the Liaoyuan tribe has already been discussed.

For more than half a year, all parties disturbed, and finally selected more than 100,000 god tattoo masters and shamans to come to Wuliang Mountain.

These are the Divine Tattoo Masters and Shamans who are qualified to participate in the competition, and those Divine Tattoo Masters and Shamans who came to observe have reached a terrifying two million.

That's pretty much all the Wasteland Terran Divine Tattoo Masters and Shamans.

As for the ordinary human race, there are even more people who come to Wuliang Mountain.

Tents are stationed and stretch for hundreds of miles.

Half a month later, the three thousand god pattern masters and shamans of the Liaoyuan tribe arrived.

Three thousand, not a lot.

No matter which ethnic group you are, having three thousand Divine Tattoo Masters and Shamans all represent the strength of your own race.

Wuliang Mountain, on the top of the mountain is a five-sided high platform, towering into the clouds.

Heaven and earth are created, and they are miraculous.

"Please choose the way to fight." The old man in black armor standing on a high platform looked at Han Muye and spoke loudly.

The black armor on his body is produced by the Liaoyuan tribe.

Han Muye nodded, his gaze swept around.

Tens of thousands of divine tattoo masters and shamans stood on the high platform all around, and in the middle was a towering mountain peak, and a platform with a radius of thousands of feet on the top of the peak.

"There are two competitions between the god pattern masters, one on the god pattern and the other on the god pattern."

"The shaman has two battles, one sacrifice, and one induction."

"Is there a problem?"

Han Muye's voice sounded, echoing throughout Wuliang Mountain.

His words made countless Divine Tattoo Masters and Priests smile on their faces.

"Hehe, I thought they were going to have a death match directly, but I didn't expect it to be a literary fight."

Deathmatch is to fight directly with the divine pattern and the divine beast.

As for Wendou, it was proposed by Han Muye, on the god pattern, carving the god pattern, as well as sacrifice and attraction.

None of this involves fighting.

Do you really see this fight as a demonstration of horizontal ability?

It seems that the Liaoyuan tribe is because of the expansion of their own strength, and they don't know how thick the sky is.

This time, they were doomed.

Han Muye chose the way to fight, and the tribes of all parties acted quickly.

Three days later, a hundred Divine Tattoo Masters appeared on the top stone platform.

When they saw the people from the Liaoyuan tribe participating in the competition, they were all stunned.

Alone.

Han Muye is alone.

"Hehe, it seems that the Liaoyuan tribe either really doesn't have strong people, or they are extremely confident."

"I wonder which one they belong to?"

In the void, there are divine beasts sending thoughts.

In the middle of the platform, an old man holding a bone staff stepped forward.

"In this competition, for the sake of fairness, I have invited the Divine Beast Yunhai Phantom Dragon to come over."

The old man raised his hand, and a blue-gray dragon figure shook in the void.

The dragon's body flipped over, and the clouds around it swirled, and then turned into a surface of light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, it is the picture on the high platform at this time.

Even under Wuliang Mountain, you can clearly see the scene on the high platform at this time, and the sound is clearly audible.

"Hehe, this is to completely kill the Liaoyuan tribe."

"Let's see what they're going to lose this time."

"It's ridiculous that the Liaoyuan tribe alone dares to come and compete with the entire alliance to fight the god pattern."

"When they burn the plain tribe strongly, it turns out that it's just like that."

At the foot of Wuliang Mountain, the sound of messy discussion sounded.

On the stone platform at the top of the mountain, a white-bearded old man in a leather robe stepped forward and bowed slightly to Han Muye.

He turned his head to look at the others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man Hexi Yundang tribe Qike, today is ugly."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and an illusory divine pattern appeared in front of him.

This pattern is illusory, flowing, like a small river, and then converging into a great river.

"The totem beast of the Yundang tribe is the water vein beast Fukang, and the Fukang beast runs the river and can gather water vapor in the world."

"The flow of water should be converging in size and size, and it should be flowing endlessly."

"Look, the divine beast that controls the power of the water vein pays the origin power, and if we want to borrow its power, we should figure it out......"

Even though the other Divine Tattoo Masters nodded again and again when they heard this, Han Muye still looked indifferent.

Water vein god pattern.

The simplest gathering of water vapor power god pattern.

This divine pattern is passed down by the divine beast Fu Kang, and it has a very clear mark of the divine beast.

It is the power of divine beasts, not the power of heaven and earth.

After the god tattoo master of the Yundang tribe in Hexi finished speaking, there was a compliment all around.

At the foot of the mountain, more gods and tattooers have a bright light in their eyes.

"Today, I only saw the means of the strongest among the true god tattoo masters."

"This is the water vein god pattern, it's amazing."

"No wonder they can go up to the high platform, this understanding of the divine pattern is really not comparable to us."

Looking at the slowly dissipating divine patterns in the light curtain, many people shouted with emotion.

After the first master of the divine pattern spoke, he raised his hand and carved the divine pattern on the stone beside him.

When the divine pattern was engraved, clouds swirled on it.

The second Divine Pattern Master shows the Wood Vein Divine Pattern, which is from the Wood Vein Divine Beast Tuoshu.

Tuoshu is the path of the wood vein in the wilderness, and has the power to control the trees.

The third place shows the fire vein divine pattern, which turns into a rain of fire with the power of the fire vein divine beast cloud firebird.

……

One by one, the god pattern master shows and explains his perception of the god pattern, and analyzes the characteristics of his god pattern.

This is a rare opportunity for publicity, which will allow more people to see the means of their own divine beasts.

This is also an opportunity for the self-family group and the divine beasts to improve.

Each of them showed the means, making the human race below Wuliang Mountain fascinated.

"I have to say that the human race is indeed a rare intelligent race in the world." In the void, there are divine beasts sending thoughts.

"This kind of learning ability is really terrifying."

"Indeed, they can only be driven, not really let them control the power."

The thoughts of the divine beasts were intertwined.

On the high platform, slowly everyone looked at Han Muye.

Under the high stage, all eyes also fell on Han Muye.

"Master Han is going to show his means." Among the tribesmen from the Liaoyuan tribe, some whispered.

Everyone else is bright-eyed.

Han Muye stepped forward slowly, walked to a boulder and stood in front of it.

He raised his hand, and golden streamers converged on his fingertips, and then turned into an illusory divine pattern.

"It's, water."

"The essence of heaven and earth, the source of all things."

With the palm of his hand, the lines gradually became clear.

The clear divine pattern, the water vapor that leaks out seems to be about to directly tumble into a river.

"The water is soft, but also the strong."

"Dividing will moisten all things, and gathering will cause the world to collapse."

The divine lines on Han Muye's fingertips were clear, and the three lines that were bright through the world continued to expand and expand.

Above the heavenly dome, millions of divine patterns emerged.

There is no need for the divine beast to turn to the light curtain, everyone can see this divine pattern.

The moment this divine pattern appeared, all the surrounding divine pattern masters, shamans, and divine beasts trembled.

"Heaven and Earth God Pattern!"

"This is the pattern of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, not the comprehension of divine beasts, it is the origin of heaven and earth!"

"How is it possible, the Origin Divine Pattern can only be printed by heaven and earth, when can living beings be able to control it?"

Some exclaimed in fear, and more widened their eyes, not daring to let go of a single detail.

As long as this divine pattern is comprehended one in a billion, it can be used in this life!

The change of the god pattern leads to the convergence of rain, and then the rain, snow, frost and dew evolve.

The river is rushing and the ocean is draining.

Heaven and earth shake, and everything rises and falls.

At this moment, the entire Wuliang Mountain, with a radius of millions of miles, seemed to be directly engulfed by the flood!

This is the power of the Heaven and Earth Divine Pattern!

Han Muye slowly raised his hand.

Between heaven and earth, the wind is light and light in an instant.

"Next, I'll show the Wind God pattern again."