Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Endless sharpness and thickness appear.

The power of heaven and earth gathered together, flowing and interlacing with an unprecedented powerful halo.

On the battle ax soaring to the sky, every divine pattern is extremely clear.

This is not the power of divine beasts, but the real power of heaven and earth.

"How can it be……"

The divine beast that fought with the Liaoyuan divine beast widened its eyes and murmured blankly.

How can it be.

The blessing of the original power of heaven and earth, shouldn't this be only possible at the level of divine beasts, or higher-ranked divine beasts?

This is the basis for the continuation of the prehistoric beast race!

"The Liaoyuan Tribe, how can they bypass the beasts and directly gather the power of blessing the heavens and the earth?" Many of the tribes who were dispersed by the battle formation whispered.

The power of heaven and earth can only be stimulated by priests with the help of divine beasts?

Without the participation of divine beasts, how can there be blessings from the power of heaven and earth?

At this moment, all the creatures who saw the phantom of the battle ax were at a loss.

In front of the light curtain of the Liaoyuan Tribe, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

This is the seed.

When the strength of the human race is revealed, all the human race will plant the seeds of ambition in their hearts.

After today, are there any human races who are really willing to be enslaved by divine beasts?

"boom--"

The giant ax above the battle formation cut down.

The clouds and mist in the direction of Yunluo Mountain were directly chopped open by an axe.

Between the mountains, a crack that broke through thousands of miles appeared.

Cut the world!

How stable is the prehistoric world?

Even if the high-ranking beasts were to attack with all their strength, they would not be able to do this.

The power of the battle formation surpassed the combat power of the high-ranking beasts!

The four beasts that fought against the Liaoyuan beast retreated in panic.

At this moment, they panicked.

If the Liaoyuan Divine Beast hadn't wanted to fight them just now, I'm afraid they would have been killed with an axe.

Liaoyuan Divine Beast actually saved their lives?

"boom--"

In the direction of Yunluo Mountain in the distance, the battle formation moved forward, and the giant ax was used to split the mountains.

Those divine beasts besieging Yunluo Mountain had no power to resist before this giant axe.

A huge bull with a body of thirty feet was cut by the streamer of the axe, and its body turned into bloodstones.

A giant wolf ten feet tall and nearly thirty feet long roared and wanted to escape, but was caught up by the battle formation that came after the giant axe.

After the battle, the ground was in a mess.

It shattered into bloodstones the size of a finger.

No matter whether it was Zhu Rong or the war cavalry behind him, no one bowed their heads, they were just leading the impact of the war.

Zhanzhen chased those divine beasts around Yunluo Mountain.

Those who are fast and really strong can still have a chance to escape.

If the speed is slow, only blood stones will be left.

At this moment, the masters in the prehistoric world, those divine beasts, became the targets of hunting.

"This, what the hell is this..."

Standing on the black mountain, the iron-eating dove's wings vibrated slightly and its eyes widened.

It recognized Zhu Rong.

It recognized the wolf behind Zhu Rong.

Including those battle armors, it has seen it before.

The battle armor is made of Fuyun Iron from Yunluo Mountain.

Doesn't he rely on these floating irons to eat iron doves? Now he lives a nourishing life, his cultivation base has improved a lot, and his body has become fatter.

But it really didn't know that these floating cloud irons could be made into such a battle armor.

"The prehistoric sky is about to change..." Shi Tiejiu looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, there seemed to be streamers of light shining.

"Win--"

All the beasts that besieged Yunluo Mountain were either hunted or fled.

Zhu Rong held a spear and shouted loudly.

"Win--"

Eight hundred warriors stood up.

There is power from heaven and earth pouring into them.

Gift from heaven and earth!

The wild world blesses them!

"Could it be that the human race is about to rise?"

"This combat power, even a high-ranking beast must be afraid!"

There are several divine beasts hiding in the distance, and they are all whispering at this moment, they can't believe it.

The human race like ants has mastered such power!

Honghuang, I'm afraid it will really be different.

The divine beast escaped, and Yun Luoshan's crisis was resolved.

The light curtain in front of Han Muye dissipated, and he turned back to his stone house.

Ten days later, those ore transport teams returned to the ethnic group's resident.

Those who came together were not only Zhu Rong and the others who escorted them, but also tens of thousands of other human races.

These were either their own totem beasts that fell on Yunluo Mountain, or their own totem beasts ran away and abandoned them.

In fact, the strength of the Liaoyuan tribe made them see another way.

The large group of people returned to the tribe, and everyone was busy.

So many people need to eat, drink and hunt.

Of course, with the addition of manpower, more people can be arranged to hunt and forge weapons.

Among the ethnic groups, everything else is fine. The only thing that restricts the production of battle armor and weapons is the seal cutting of the gods.

No one dared to beg Han Muye for a hand.

Today's Han Muye has the highest respect in the Liaoyuan tribe.

In the end, it was Zhu Rong who begged Han Muye to select a group of clansmen who were strong enough, talented enough, and able to learn from all the clansmen to teach them how to cut seals.

The process is not easy.

The power of the god pattern is indeed beyond the control of these human races who do not have enough blood and original power.

After a while, Professor Han Muye found Zhu Rong.

"Zhu Rong, are you willing to contribute your strength to the expansion and strength of the ethnic group?" Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong and said in a deep voice.

Sacrifice your strength?

Zhu Rong nodded without hesitation.

His strength is based on the ethnic group.

Back then, he never dared to imagine that he would have what he is today.

"Okay, then let you become the patriarch of the entire Liaoyuan tribe and become the new totem."

Zhu Rong's whole body was shocked by Han Muye's words, and his eyes widened.

New totem?

Doesn't the Liaoyuan Tribe have no totems?

Didn't the Liaoyuan Tribe never go the same way?

"You become the head of the clan, a symbol of the clan, representing the power of the clan. In this way, your power can be lent to everyone, to those clansmen who have carved the divine pattern."

"Similarly, when you need it, the entire clan can also lend you its power. At that time," Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong with a serious expression on his face, "At that time, you can easily kill the high-ranking beasts."

"If the clan is stronger and there are more clansmen, you may even be able to fight against the overlord one day."

overlord.

In today's prehistoric times, no overlord has been heard of.

High-ranking beasts are the strongest.

Zhu Rong showed excitement on his face, then took a deep breath and nodded.

He knew that Master Han would not deceive himself.

After a hundred days.

The original abandoned altar high platform was reused.

The current altar has been raised to ten feet, and flames rise from it.

All the members of the Liaoyuan tribe were gathered together and gathered under the high platform.

Nearly 50,000 clansmen occupied a ten-mile radius.

Ten miles away, gray wolves and demonic cows all raised their heads.

They can feel the power surging on the high platform in front of them.

"Woo--"

The horn sounded, everyone looked up and saw Zhu Rong standing on the high platform wearing a golden red flame armor and holding a spear.

Beside Zhu Rong was Han Muye in green robe.

Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong, and said softly, "Zhu Rong, are you willing to dedicate everything for your own clan?"

Han Muye's voice spread throughout a hundred li.

Everyone held their breath.

"I am willing to dedicate everything to my clan." Zhu Rong's eyes were firm, and his eyes fell on all the clansmen below.

At this moment, he could feel some strange forces gathering.

When Zhu Rong finished speaking, many old people from the Liaoyuan tribe below had already clenched their fists tightly.

They have experienced the hardships of the tribe.

"Zhu Rong, are you willing to share your strength with your clansmen so that everyone can be as strong as you?" Han Muye asked again.

Share the power!

Although all the clansmen knew what arrangements would be made today, when Han Muye asked this sentence, everyone was still stunned.

How strong is Zhu Rong?

He is an existence that can fight with divine beasts.

If he could get his power, even if it was only one thousandth, one ten thousandth, it would be unimaginably tyrannical.

"My strength comes from the clan, and of course I am willing to share my strength with my clansmen." Zhu Rong spoke loudly again.

Distribute power to the tribe?

How to divide?

Everyone looked up and saw a group of clansmen who had learned divine pattern seal carving before, but could not complete the engraving due to lack of strength, walked up to the high platform.

Zhu Rong raised his hand, and flames fell on these people.

The flames turned into golden marks, condensing on the foreheads of these people.

In the future, this will be the flame god pattern in the group, which is the power of the totem.

When this totem divine pattern landed on their foreheads, flames rose from these people's bodies.

But the flames covered their bodies, not only did their bodies not shatter into charcoal, but they all showed cheerful expressions on their faces.

Group after group of people stepped forward.

Zhu Rong condensed flames in his hands and handed them over to them.

Every clansman who received this flame mark has a trace of the original power of flame surging in his body.

Han Muye watched all this from the side.

Naturally, he would not say that when everyone gets Zhu Rong's score, it is true that they can borrow Zhu Rong's power from now on, but they will also quietly make offerings to Zhu Rong.

Moreover, in the entire ethnic group, no one can surpass Zhu Rong in strength.

This is the same as Hong Huang's bloodline power suppression.

Looking up at the sky, Han Muye showed a trace of emotion.

The splitting of the divine pattern and the manifestation of the totem of the ethnic group are the result of his compromise with the prehistoric way of heaven.

Or the result of cooperation.

Inheritance of blood and origin, this is the means of inheritance of the prehistoric.

Artifact refining, battle formation, including directly infusing the source, these are Han Muye's abilities.

Now, Han Muye and Honghuang Tiandao took action together and used all these methods on the members of the Liaoyuan tribe.

This is to fully enhance the strength of the human race.

Is it because the group of divine beasts in the prehistoric world is no longer enough to support the origin, or is it that these divine beasts have lost the trust of the prehistoric way of heaven?

Thinking of Shenyuan Tiangong's plan, Han Muye felt that this time might be the second reason.

The divine beast has already betrayed Honghuang.

"boom--"

As more and more members of the Liaoyuan tribe accepted the power of the divine pattern, Zhu Rong's aura began to become unstable.

He seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Above the head, there are thunderclouds gathering.

This is the rule in the prehistoric world. Once the power of the divine beast declines too much, it may be deemed as not qualified to control the origin.

In fact, it was a divine beast thunder calamity.

When this thunder calamity appeared, Liaoyuan Divine Beast, Heihu, and Canglang trembled all over.

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

Han Muye raised his head and took a step forward.

A thick thunderous light emerged from his body.

This day, he came to resist the thunder tribulation!

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

...

Every bolt of thunder that landed on Han Muye was directly absorbed by him.

With the power in the prehistoric world, there are very few that can hurt him.

His current physical body and soul are already at the level of the overlord, an existence that dominates the prehistoric world.

All the members of the Liaoyuan clan were bestowed with divine patterns, even those divine beasts and monsters received a divine pattern on their bodies.

From then on, those monsters have the seeds of the god pattern, and have the possibility to advance to become a god beast.

When all the tribesmen and beasts were surging with power, showing the power of the gods, Zhu Rong no longer had the surging flames before.

He seemed to have become a mortal.

All his flame powers are scattered.

But the brilliance in his eyes has made people unable to look directly at him.

"The patriarch—"

"The patriarch—"

Countless cheers resounded through the air.

Everyone knelt down under the high platform.

This is thanks to Zhu Rong for sharing his strength.

Zhu Rong raised his head and looked at the sky.

He didn't have any strength on his body, but he stepped forward and landed beside Han Muye.

"Master Han, let me resist this thunder."

Without any extra source power, the ordinary Zhu Rong stretched out his hand.

All the thunder wrapped his body.

"boom--"

His body turned into flames.

The flame seemed to come from eternity.

A figure emerged from the flames.

Great body.

Covered in golden flame chains.

Wears armor dripping with flames.

This is the fusion of flame power, and then transformed into a phantom.

This is the agglomeration of the power of the fire pulse.

The power exuded by this figure is already only slightly weaker than that of Han Muye, the overlord of the original fire vein.

The thunder dissipated, and Zhu Rong's body was revealed.

"Thank you, Master Han."

At this time, Zhu Rong has the power of a half-step overlord!

Han Muye nodded with a smile, and reached out to pat Zhu Rong's shoulder.

Below, countless cheers resounded.

A sharing of the origin of the flame, dozens of people in the group can depict the god pattern.

The Liaoyuan tribe's refining speed has also increased.

three years.

The Liaoyuan tribe has become a huge tribe with 300,000 people.

There are as many as 30,000 people in the clan with the power of the god pattern.

The formed battle formation also reached 8,000 people.

This is the 8,000 army that trains with Zhu Rong every day.

Most of the Fuyun Iron in Yunluo Mountain has been mined, and many people in the tribe are now looking for new spiritual mines.

"Patriarch, there is news from Zhaoling that the spirit mine has been found."

A burly man in close-fitting battle armor quickly found Zhu Rong and reported loudly.

Found the spirit mine!

Everyone looked at Zhu Rong.

"Zhaoling found the spiritual mine in Butai Mountain, fifty thousand miles away." The big man brought the spiritual mine in his hand to Zhu Rong.

"However, the human tribe on Mount Butai wants to ask our Liaoyuan tribe to send troops to help them eradicate the monsters and divine beasts entrenched in Mount Butai."

"As long as those divine beasts and monsters can be eradicated, they will help us mine in the future."