Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Nothing can stop the 30,000 warriors galloping forward.

The convergence like a surging river is a force that has never appeared in the prehistoric world.

fighting spirit.

Evil spirit.

charge.

So what if a million troops are in front?

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

Not counting as an army formation, millions of troops stood there loosely, at a loss, like tofu being torn apart.

It took only a quarter of an hour for 30,000 warriors to pierce through a million-human formation.

Then, following Zhu Rong's loud cry, the battle formation turned again, changing the direction and rushing past.

No matter what kind of totem animal you are, no matter what kind of god tattoo master you are, no matter what kind of priest you are, in front of the torrent, they are just existences that have been trampled into the mud.

run wildly.

whistling.

waving.

Amidst the howling and howling, the torrent pierced through the battle formation again.

At this time, the army of millions has collapsed.

No one has the will to fight anymore.

Who dares to resist anymore?

My own totem beasts have been crushed to death, and my priests have been turned into meat paste. How can I resist with the stick in my hand?

The roaring sound 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 soul thought transmission.

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

This is the human race who is running away, isn't it the one who is chasing after him?

The fleeing races don't have the courage, but those human races who are chasing down have enough courage, right?

"Kneel to avoid death—"

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

"Kneel to avoid death—"

A long cry resounds across the wilderness.

A human body knelt down on the ground.

In the world, as long as you don't die, everything will be fine.

It was originally a tribe of countless large and small ethnic groups, and there was no real friendship with each other. When fighting, they didn't even know why they were fighting.

Still counting on such a group of people, they will really fight to the end?

What's the point of such desperate efforts?

"The prairie fire—"

Riding a black tiger, Zhu Rong roared and ran.

"Must win—"

Thirty thousand warriors shouted wildly.

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

800,000 people joined the Liaoyuan Tribe.

These human races 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 to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth.

"For heaven and earth, maybe Honghuang put his last hope on the human race?" Han Muye raised his head with a smile on his face.

He could feel that the origin in the prehistoric world had been opened to him.

He can sense and intercept the original power.

Among the ethnic groups in this tribe, there are 100,000 people who have accepted Zhu Rong's inheritance of divine patterns.

enough.

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

After the army returned to the ethnic group's garrison, they did not organize another expedition.

But teams of human races left the station and went to the wasteland.

Round up monsters.

This time, Zhu Rong and the others wanted to create a terrifying war cavalry.

The trembling ethnic groups in the wilderness were all relieved to see that the Liaoyuan tribe did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

But within three months, all the ethnic groups panicked again.

The Liaoyuan tribe formed another 8,000 warriors.

They also hunted in the wilderness, rounded up monsters suitable for use as mounts, and sent them to the group for domestication.

Now the Liaoyuan tribe's war cavalry has reached a terrifying 100,000.

How many war cavalry do they have to form?

What are they up to?

All of a sudden, the human tribes on the wasteland, as well as the mythical beasts, and the groups behind the mythical beasts were discussing in disorder.

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

At this time, the alliance formed on the wasteland was also established.

Alliance to stop the Liaoyuan Horde.

Wasteland Alliance.

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

"Patriarch, Master Han, the Wilderness Alliance sent a challenge."

The big man held a black stone engraved with Daoist and divine patterns in his hand.

There are no words in Honghuang, only divine patterns.

These runes can also convey messages.

Zhu Rong took the stone and frowned.

"A gamble between the priest and the god tattoo master?"

Send out the strongest God Rune Master and Shaman for a competition.

The loser needs to surrender unconditionally.

Zhu Rong showed a sneer on his face: "I have 100,000 war cavalry, they dare not fight, and want us to compete with priests and god tattoo masters?"

"If you want to fight, it's a battle with my hundred thousand warriors."

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

Today's Liaoyuan tribe has countless warriors and nearly two million tribesmen, so why compare priests and god tattoo masters with others?

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

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads to look upwards.

Han Muye sat there.

"Mr. Han, what do you mean?" Zhu Rong was surprised.

It's not that the Liaoyuan Tribe doesn't have god tattoo masters and priests, but it's just that they can't do it in terms of strength.

Han Muye said that priests should compete with god tattoo masters, how to compare?

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

What is revealed in the light curtain is the position of the various ethnic groups in the wasteland.

"Tell them, they choose the position of the competition, and we choose the method of the competition."

Turning his head to look at everyone in the big tent, Han Muye said calmly, "I'll go this time."

No one refuted or questioned.

From the rise of the Liaoyuan Tribe, everything was bestowed by Master Han.

Even the patriarch Zhu Rong is also taught by Master Han.

The Liaoyuan Tribe is Master Han's painstaking effort, and he cannot easily ruin it.

Master Han is going to participate in the competition between the god tattoo master and the priest, he must be sure.

"I will lead one hundred thousand cavalry—" Zhu Rong just said, but Han Muye stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Then they won't be willing to compare." Han Muye chuckled, "What I want is for them to really compare."

When the reply from the Liaoyuan Tribe was sent, all the principals of the Wasteland Alliance showed smiles on their faces.

It's done.

This matter was originally planned by various parties, and behind it was the promotion of the strong beast.

Now the Liaoyuan tribe has really been fooled.

"The location of the competition will be chosen at Mount Wuliang."

"As for the priests and god tattoo masters participating in the competition, each tribe selects it by itself, and then gathers together to compete for selection."

"This time, we will completely defeat the Liaoyuan Tribe."

All of a sudden, the groups in the entire wasteland moved.

Divine pattern masters and priests all show their strength among their own ethnic groups and want to get the opportunity to participate in the competition.

The totem beasts in those groups are also willing to cooperate.

This time, it was to stop the Liaoyuan tribe and make the Liaoyuan tribe completely decline and be annexed.

The various ethnic groups have already discussed, whoever contributes more power will be able to share more war cavalry.

How to carve up the Liaoyuan tribe has been discussed.

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

These are the divine pattern masters and priests who are qualified to participate in the competition, and the number of divine pattern masters and priests who came to observe it reached a terrifying two million.

This is almost all the god tattoo masters and priests of the wasteland human race.

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

Tents were stationed one after another, stretching for hundreds of miles.

Half a month later, three thousand god tattoo masters and priests from the Liaoyuan tribe arrived.

Three thousand, not a lot.

No matter which ethnic group, having three thousand god tattoo masters and priests represents the strength of their ethnic group.

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

The creation of heaven and earth, uncanny workmanship.

"Please Liaoyuan Tribe choose the fighting method." The old man in black armor standing on a high platform looked at Han Muye and said loudly.

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

Han Muye nodded, looking around.

Tens of thousands of god tattoo masters and priests stood on the surrounding high platforms, and in the middle was a towering mountain peak, with a platform of a thousand feet in diameter on the top of the peak.

"There are two competitions between the divine pattern masters, one is to discuss the divine pattern, and the other is to engrave the divine pattern."

"There are two contests between the priests, one for offering sacrifices and one for attracting."

"Is there a problem?"

Han Muye's voice sounded and echoed throughout Wuliang Mountain.

His words made countless god tattoo masters and priests smile.

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

Deathmatch is to fight directly with divine patterns and divine beasts.

As for Wendou, it was proposed by Han Muye, discussing the divine pattern, engraving the divine pattern, as well as offering sacrifices and attracting.

None of this involves fighting.

Do you really regard this competition as a demonstration of level ability?

It seems that the Liaoyuan tribe didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth because of their own strength.

This time, they are doomed.

Han Muye chose the method of competition, and the tribes of all parties acted quickly.

Three days later, a hundred divine pattern masters appeared on the topmost stone platform.

When they saw the members of the Liaoyuan tribe participating in the competition, they were all stunned.

one person.

Han Muye was alone.

"Hehe, it seems that either the Liaoyuan tribe really has no strong men, or they are extremely confident."

"I don't know which one they belong to?"

In the void, there are divine beasts sending out thoughts.

In the middle of the high platform, an old man with a bone staff in his hand stepped forward.

"For the sake of fairness in the competition this time, I have already invited the mythical beast Cloud Sea Magic Dragon over."

The old man raised his hand, and there was a blue-gray long dragon shaking in the void.

The body of the long dragon turned, and the surrounding clouds swirled around, and then turned into lights and shadows.

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

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

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

"See how they will lose this time."

"It's ridiculous that a single member of the Liaoyuan Tribe dares to compete with the entire alliance for the God Rune."

"I thought their Liaoyuan Tribe was so strong, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

At the foot of Wuliang Mountain, chaotic discussions sounded.

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

He turned to look at the others.

"Everyone, the old man Hexi Yundang tribe Chike, made a fool of himself today."

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

This divine pattern is illusory, flowing, like a small river, and then converges into a big river.

"The totem beast of the Yundang tribe is Fukang, the water-veined beast. The Fukang beast runs the river and gathers water vapor from the world."

"The flow of water should converge in size, and it should flow endlessly."

"Look, everyone, the divine beast that controls the power of the water veins gives out its original power. If we want to use its power, we should try to figure it out..."

Even though the other divine pattern masters nodded repeatedly, Han Muye still looked indifferent.

Water vein divine pattern.

The simplest divine pattern that gathers the power of water vapor.

This divine pattern was passed down by the divine beast Fukang, and it has a very clear imprint of the divine beast.

Borrowing the power of the beast, not the power of heaven and earth.

After the Shenwen master of the Hexi Yundang tribe finished speaking, the surroundings were full of compliments.

At the foot of the mountain, the eyes of more divine pattern masters were bright.

"Today I saw the means of the real master of the gods."

"This is the water vein divine pattern, so amazing."

"It's no wonder they were able to go up to the high platform. This understanding of the divine pattern is really beyond our comparability."

Seeing the divine lines slowly dissipating in the light curtain, many people sighed with emotion.

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

The moment the divine pattern was engraved, streams of clouds lingered on it.

The second divine pattern master showed the wooden vein divine pattern, which was from the wood vein divine beast Tuoshu.

Tuoshu is the way of wood veins in the prehistoric times, and has the power to control trees.

The third person showed the fire vein divine pattern, which turned into a rain of fire with the power of the fire vein divine beast cloud fire bird.

...

One by one divine pattern masters showed and explained their perception of divine patterns, and analyzed their own characteristics of divine patterns.

This is a rare publicity opportunity, and more people will see the means of their own beasts.

This is also an opportunity to improve one's own family group and beasts.

Everyone showed their skills, making the human race below Wuliang Mountain mesmerized.

"It has to be said that the human race is indeed a rare intelligent race in the world." A divine beast sent out an idea in the void.

"This level of learning ability is truly terrifying."

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

The thoughts of the divine beasts intertwined.

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

Under the high platform, all eyes fell on Han Muye.

"Master Han is going to show his skills." Among the people from the Liaoyuan tribe, someone whispered.

Everyone else's eyes are shining.

Han Muye stepped forward slowly, and stood in front of a huge boulder.

He raised his hand, a golden stream of light gathered at his fingertips, and then turned into an illusory divine pattern.

"This is water."

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

Gently stroking the palm, the divine pattern gradually became clear.

The water vapor from the clear divine pattern seems to be pouring into a river.

"Water is as soft as it is rigid."

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

The divine lines on Han Muye's fingertips were clear, and the three lines that pierced the sky and the earth continued to expand and expand again.

Above the sky, a million-foot divine pattern emerged.

Everyone can see the divine pattern without the divine beast turning to the light curtain.

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

"Heaven and Earth Divine Pattern!"

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

"How is it possible? Only the heavens and the earth can print the original divine pattern. When can creatures control it?"

Some exclaimed in fear, and more people stared wide-eyed, not daring to let go of a single detail.

As long as you comprehend one part in a billion of this divine pattern, you can benefit from it in this life!

The divine pattern changes, causing the rain to gather, and then the rain, snow, frost and dew evolve.

The river is rushing, and the ocean is venting.

The sky and the earth shake, and everything floats and sinks.

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

This is the power of the heaven and earth god pattern!

Han Muye slowly raised his hand.

Between the sky and the earth, the wind is light and the clouds are calm in an instant.

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