Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Wild world.

The bloodline passed down from ancient times is full of power, making this world vast and distant.

Thousands of races contend for the front, and all spirits are rampant.

The remnants of the ancient prehistoric beasts, each of which is the overlord of one side.

There will be more powerful practitioners in later generations, and the methods of cultivation will be even more powerful.

Those human race qi refiners who don't cultivate blood, but only cultivate Taoism, can use the power of heaven and earth to move, and their power is growing.

"My Jinwu clan has been abandoned by Heaven..."

On the big bluestone, the old man sitting cross-legged showed helplessness and sadness on his face.

The breath on his body was repressed and blazing, and there was a hint of decay.

"Clan elder, the Golden Crow sun is still hanging high in the wilderness. Shouldn't my Golden Crow clan be the most glorious race in the world?" A tall and strong young man in his twenties raised his head, looked at the old man on the bluestone, and asked in a deep voice road.

The dozen or so young people around the young man raised their heads and looked at the big sun hanging high above the sky.

The sun is warm and warm.

The golden light sprinkled seems to be able to illuminate people's hearts.

"The most glorious race in the world." The old man on the bluestone looked at the sun above his head with a complex expression, "My Jinwu clan has not had a descendant who has truly awakened the supernatural powers of blood for eight thousand years."

"The Haotian Golden Crow's strength has been weakened."

"The rise of the human race, people from the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty surrounded and killed our Jinwu clan."

"Han Jin, look, I am part of Jinwu Hanshan, how many people are there now?"

These words made the young man named Han Jin look sad.

But in the millennium, the Golden Crow and Hanshan Division has withered from the previous 1,800 people to less than 500.

The young people of the younger generation are even less.

"Since the fall of the patriarch, I, Hanshan, have already—" behind Han Jin, a young man with thick eyebrows didn't finish his sentence, and hurriedly lowered his head.

A hundred years ago, the patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe fought against the strong men from the human race who came to hunt and kill the tribe. He tried his best to protect the tribe, but he was seriously injured and fell.

Without the strongest patriarch to guard, the Hanshan tribe has been bullied by foreigners for a hundred years.

Now, it has indeed come to the point of falling apart.

"Didn't the patriarch say that as long as the young patriarch leaves the customs, our Hanshan tribe can be revived." Han Jin clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and shouted.

Hearing him say the young patriarch, everyone looked at each other and didn't speak again.

The young patriarch was brought back from outside the clan on the way out to seek medical treatment after the patriarch was seriously injured.

The young patriarch has Jinwu blood, but just like everyone else, it is extremely rare.

At that time, the patriarch was seriously injured, so he stood up to everyone's opposition and handed over the position of patriarch to the young patriarch named Han Muye.

Afterwards, the patriarch passed away in grief, and the young patriarch finished his funeral, and did not even hold the ceremony of inheriting the patriarch's position, so he went to practice in seclusion.

It's been nearly a hundred years.

Clan affairs are basically dealt with by clan elders Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe.

The one who taught the younger generation of the clan to practice on this big bluestone today is the elder Han Chaohu.

"boom--"

In the void ahead, there was a sound of roaring and cracking.

Han Chaohu frowned and stood up.

"You continue to practice here, I will go and have a look."

Han Chaohu stepped down from the bluestone in one step, crossed five feet away, and left in an instant like a galloping tiger.

A group of young people under the bluestone stood up, all looking worriedly at the roaring sky.

"A member of the Black Panther Lutang tribe again?" The young man beside Han Jin clenched his fist and said angrily, "It's really deceiving!"

The Black Panther Lutang tribe is a tribe not far from the Hanshan tribe, and it is the bloodline of the Black Panther tribe.

The Black Panther Lutang tribe has a large number of people, with nearly 20,000 tribesmen, many of whom are strong.

For decades, the Lutang tribe has been oppressing the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, occupying many hunting grounds and medicine fields in the Hanshan tribe.

"roll--"

Han Chaohu shouted violently in the void, and then there was another roar.

After a while, the roar gradually subsided.

Han Jin and the others glanced at each other, sighed and lowered their heads, and began to hurry up to practice.

Faint energy and blood surged on everyone.

———————

In a bluestone house, golden halos flickered.

Behind Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, a phantom of a golden crow appeared.

When stepping into the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, Han Muye chose to merge with the strand of Golden Crow blood that he had obtained before.

Whether it is Baxia, Kui Niu, or Dragon Crocodile, all of them are powerful individuals, the power of bloodlines is magnificent, and inheritance is difficult. There are not many ethnic groups in the wild world.

Entering these ethnic groups, it is difficult to borrow the power of the ethnic groups.

Moreover, with Han Muye's own thin bloodline strength, it is not easy to grow up.

As for the human race, they don't have much power in the wilderness.

Although there are many human races, they are scattered all over the place, and they don't have any blood power inheritance. They are the lowest living beings in the Great Wasteland.

Judging from the memories of the treasures handed down in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm that Han Muye obtained, the most suitable ones are the Golden Crow Clan who have a very wide heritage in the Ruins Realm and have the glory of the sun.

But what I didn't expect was that it was only after entering the Ruins Realm that the situation in the Great Wasteland Ruins Realm had changed drastically.

The bloodlines of powerful divine beasts from all sides can still maintain their own aloofness, but the Jinwu clan cannot awaken because of the inheritance, and many clans are ruined.

Instead, the human race, under the leadership of two powerful men, the Wanhua Heavenly Emperor and the Xuanyuan Qingdi, called on the Qi Refiners to form the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty and the Xuanyuan Immortal Kingdom.

Xuanyuan Immortal Kingdom has a pretty good relationship with all the gods and beasts because the Qing Emperor has the blood of the gods and beasts.

Its country inherits the art of alchemy and weapon refining, and is in harmony with all parties.

The Wanhua Immortal Dynasty has been relying on the recognition of the power of the heavens and the earth, killing the gods and beasts everywhere, and breaking through the alien races in the wilderness.

Although the killings are constant, the strength of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty has been continuously improved by using the power of heaven and earth to melt itself.

Among the slaughter, the first to bear the brunt is the Jinwu clan.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the Golden Crow tribe that originally spread all over the wilderness has been less than eleven in its heyday.

In addition, the awakening of the bloodlines of the Golden Crow clan is becoming less and less, and there are fewer and fewer strong people, and they have less and less right to speak in the wilderness.

There is not much left of the glory of the year.

"Om—"

Behind Han Muye, the shadow of the Golden Crow slowly turned from gray to light red.

Dahuang's practice is extremely ancient and clumsy, whether it is the power of blood or the inheritance of skills, it is very concise.

Qi and blood, soul, and the power of heaven and earth are integrated into one body, condensing the spirit to possess it.

This primordial spirit is a fusion of energy and spirit, which is completely different from the primordial spirit transformed by the soul of the later generations.

The first level of Yuanling, the color of blue and gray, the strength of blood and flesh is about the same as the peak of foundation building in the human realm.

The second level of Yuanling, manifesting crimson, the power of qi, blood and physical body has the combat power of the golden elixir of the realm.

Yuan Ling triple, orange phantom, considered a strong man among the small tribes in the wilderness, with the combat power of heaven.

However, the triple primordial spirit is only a low-level primordial spirit in the Great Wilderness, and the bloodlines of many races have been awakened, directly surpassing the triple primordial spirit.

Originally, the awakening of the bloodline of the Jinwu clan meant entering the quadruple primordial spirit directly, and the yellow primordial spirit revealed divine light, which could destroy evil and delusion.

It's just that in the current Golden Crow clan, although there are quite a few people who can achieve the cultivation base of the four-level primordial spirit, they are not awakened by blood, but by means of other cultivation methods.

The fourth level of Yuanling is yellow, which is equivalent to the realm of immortality.

The fifth level of Yuanling is green, and it has the combat power of the fairyland.

The sixth level of Yuanling, cyan, the realm of heaven.

Yuanling Seventh Layer Blue, Golden Immortal.

Yuanling eightfold purple, big Luo.

Yuan Ling Nine Layers, Silver, Xianjun.

The Nine Layers of Yuan Ling is not the end of Dahuang practice, on the contrary, in many powerful ethnic groups, the Nine Layers of Yuan Ling is just the beginning.

The real body is condensed on the nine layers of Yuanling, turning into a golden real spirit.

The true spirit is the real strong in the wilderness.

According to Han Muye's understanding, the true spirit of the Great Desolation should have a fighting power equivalent to that of a fairy.

It's just that the realm of the immortal is the end of the practice of the future generations, and the true spirit is the beginning in the wilderness.

Nine transformations of the true spirit, melting into the sky and returning to the ancestors.

"boom--"

Behind Han Muye, the phantom of the Golden Crow Yuanling went from the first layer of blue ash to the third layer, the fifth layer, and finally the seventh layer of dark blue, before it stabilized.

With only a slight difference, you can enter the eighth level of Yuanling and condense the purple Yuanling.

In terms of cultivation alone, Han Muye at this time is already a strong Golden Immortal of the Golden Crow clan.

The bloodline of the Jinwu family is powerful, and the seventh level of Yuanling can already kill the eighth level of Yuanling inherited from other non-divine beasts. Even the ninth level can match.

However, the current Han Muye is not enough for the true spirit powerhouse.

But this is Han Muye's entry into the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, and he has raised his cultivation to this level within a hundred years, which shows his talent for understanding.

The lifespan of the creatures in the Great Wilderness is long, a hundred years is only a snap of the fingers, and many creatures can't even reach the first level of Yuanling in a hundred years.

The dark blue golden crow on the back turned into a blue-black hairpin and was inserted into the bun. Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, looking inside at his divine treasure.

His Primordial Spirit Sword and everything he brought into this realm were sealed away.

The power of the Great Desolate Ruins Realm is too strong, so even if you enter this realm physically, you cannot borrow any power.

Even those treasures and spiritual materials cannot be used.

Unless he can step into the Realm of True Spirits and form a covenant with the forces of heaven and earth here.

Of course, the practice methods and various methods in memory are unavoidable.

Except for the faint golden shadow of the small sword imprinted on his arm, he is no different from the Golden Crow of the Great Wilderness.

His whole body is full of bursting power, his forehead has big sun golden crow lines, and the golden light of awakened bloodlines flashes in his eyes.

Standing up, Han Muye's eyes shone with golden light, like flames shining.

This is the power of the sun.

It is a clear proof of the awakening of the Golden Crow's bloodline.

After stepping out of the bluestone house that he hadn't left for nearly a hundred years, Han Muye saw an empty and desolate place in front of him.

He sighed and looked towards the mountains ahead.

Although he hasn't come out of seclusion for a hundred years, he is clear about the changes in the clan for a hundred years.

Without strong men in charge, there are only about 430 people left in the Jinwu Hanshan tribe.

The two strongest among them, clan elder Han Chaohu is the peak of the fourth level of Yuanling, but because of the exhaustion of blood power, there is almost no chance to step into the fifth level of Yuanling in this life.

Clan elder Han Yunhe's cultivation base is slightly lower than that of Han Chaohu, but there is still a slight possibility of improvement.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

Beyond the mountains, there was the sound of roaring and crashing.

There was also the shout of the old man who was out of breath resounding.

Han Muye walked forward slowly, reached the top of the mountain, and saw clearly the fighting situation below.

Clan elder Han Yunhe was supported by two middle-aged clansmen and stood under the mountain, surrounded by a group of young and old.

In front of Han Chaohu, a green golden crow phantom appeared behind Han Chaohu, punching and kicking with masculine power.

The one fighting with him was an old man with a light blue cheetah phantom manifested behind him, with a vigorous figure, flying and jumping, very brave.

On the opposite side, there are more than a hundred black panthers with heavy auras and cheetah patterns showing between their heads and faces.

Obviously, there are many strong opponents, and Hanshan Jinwu clan can't resist it.

"Han Chaohu, admit defeat and give up the medicine field under Han Shanling."

"You guys, the Hanshan Jinwu clan has only this few people, what do you need so many medicine fields?"

"You can't awaken your blood, so it's a waste to plant spirit herbs and practice medicinal baths."

The old man who fought against Han Chaohu was a sixth-level Yuanling, and his strength was slightly stronger than Han Chaohu's, so he kept shouting.

His words made those Jinwu people under the mountains grit their teeth and stare.

Han Chaohu roared angrily in a low voice, his boxing gradually lost its tricks.

Han Muye shook his head.

Among the Jinwu clan, the Hanshan Jinwu tribe is not a direct descendant at all, and the inheritance is extremely weak.

There is no advantage in terms of blood or various methods of cultivation.

If Han Chaohu had awakened with the blood of the Golden Crow, he would be able to kill the opponent directly with a single punch without using punches.

"I won't give up any of the medicine fields in the Hanshan Mountains!"

Han Chaohu punched out and shouted violently.

Behind him, the green golden crow phantom merged with the fist shadow, causing the power of heaven and earth within three feet to surge.

If this punch was in other worlds, it could directly shatter mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, but in the wilderness, it could only mobilize three feet of power.

This is the thickness and strength of the Great Wilderness.

"No?" The old man on the opposite side let out a long laugh, with disdain on his face, he raised his hand, and a blue wooden staff appeared.

There are cyan streamers flashing on this wooden staff, and there are many iron hoops made of gold and iron. In front of the Zhang long wooden staff is a blue and black half-foot spear point.

This wooden stick and long spear was obviously not a mortal thing, in the hands of the old man, it aroused the light blue Yuanling phantom behind it, turned into a black light, and slammed into Han Chaohu's fist shadow.

"Boom—"

Han Chaohu was knocked back five feet away, the bluestone under his feet shattered, his complexion changed from red to white, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he gritted his teeth again and pressed him tightly.

The green golden crow phantom behind him flickered, as if it was too worn out.

"Han Chaohu, didn't your Jinwu Hanshan tribe give up the medicine field in Dayan Mountain to the Yanshan Qingyang tribe?"

"Didn't you give the water of Fengze Lake to the Yunze Heijiao Clan?"

"Didn't you hand over the Sanyuan Mountain hunting ground of my Black Leopard Clan in Lutang a year ago?"

With contempt on his face, the old man pointed at Han Chaohu with his wooden staff and spear: "Let it go, your Hanshan tribe can survive for a while longer."

"Otherwise, today—"

"Otherwise, how about today?" In the void, a voice sounded.

There was indifference and majesty in this voice.

With this sound, all the members of the Jinwu tribe were shocked and turned around.

"Short, young patriarch!" Han Jin whispered holding a gray black wooden stick in his hand.

Han Yunhe, who was supported by his clansmen, looked up and saw the golden light flashing in Han Muye's eyes, with surprise on his face: "I feel, I feel—"

He didn't finish the rest of the words.

The old man of the Black Leopard tribe standing in front of Han Chaohu laughed, and pointed his wooden staff and spear at Han Muye on the top of the mountain: "Are you the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe who hasn't been in seclusion for a hundred years?"

"It's just right for you to come today. You hand over all the hunting grounds and medicine fields up and down Hanshanling to my Lutang Black Panther Clan. I will guarantee that your Golden Crow Clan will survive for a hundred years. How about it?"

how about it?

Those Jinwu people all clenched their fists.

The medicine fields and hunting grounds up and down Hanshanling are their last possessions.

This is the foundation, how could it be possible?

It's just that the opponent is powerful now, so what if he refuses to give in?

"Han Jin, you leave with the young patriarch." Withdrew from the clansmen around him and straightened his clothes, Han Yunhe said in a low voice: "The others follow me to stop the enemy. We will fight these black leopards."

The people around him nodded, and there was a phantom of a gray or light red golden crow emerging from his body.

The primordial spirits of these Jinwu people are dim, obviously they have not awakened the power of bloodline, or the power of awakened bloodline is too weak.

Han Chaohu standing in front nodded.

He saw the golden light in the young patriarch's eyes.

This is a sign of blood awakening.

The young patriarch has awakened the blood of the Golden Crow, as long as he is given time, the Hanshan tribe still has a chance to rise again.

Han Jingang was about to refuse, but Han Yunhe pressed his shoulder and whispered a few words.

"Jue—" Han Jin's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

He turned and ran up the hill.

He only took a few steps, and Han Muye, who was standing on the mountain, had already moved, like a giant flying bird, spreading its wings and landing.

Han Muye's speed was extremely fast, and he reached Han Chaohu's side in a blink of an eye.

There was a golden light in his eyes, and he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

"Boom—"

A punch fell, shining with wind and thunder.

With a radius of ten feet, the power of heaven and earth surged.

Without mobilizing the primordial spirit, can it arouse the power of the surrounding ten feet of heaven and earth?

The old man of the Black Leopard Clan on the opposite side showed horror on his face. Seeing the golden light in Han Muye's eyes, he exclaimed: "You, you have awakened the Golden Crow bloodline—"

He had just finished speaking when Han Muye's fist hit his chest.

He only had time to block his chest with the wooden stick and spear in his hand.

Then, with a "click", the wooden stick spear was broken, and the blue-black spear's edge collapsed, and his body also retreated several feet abruptly, falling to the ground.

With one punch, the old man at the sixth level of Yuanling was knocked into the air!

Under the mountains, everything was sluggish.

This young patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe is so tyrannical to this extent!

"How dare you come to my Hanshan Department with this little ability?" Han Muye snorted coldly with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the terrified old man, and shouted in a deep voice: "Go back, tell you Patriarch Lu Changlin, let him come to our Hanshan tribe in person, and return all the properties of our Hanshan tribe that he has occupied."

The golden light in Han Muye's eyes flickered, with oppressive depression: "If not, the patriarch will go directly to your Lutang to get it back."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "Go away!"

A strong wind crossed more than ten feet, and knocked the old man who was about to stand up to the ground. The Black Panther clansmen behind him seemed to be hit head-on by a beast.

The expression of the old man of the Black Panther Clan changed, he stood up, looked at Han Muye, and stepped back unconsciously.

"Let's go." He didn't shout until tens of feet away, leading his people to turn around and run away.

"roll!"

"Go back to Lu Tang!"

Under Han Shanling, there was cheering.

The Jinwu Hanshan tribe who had been bullied miserably screamed excitedly.

Han Muye turned around and looked at Han Chaohu.

"Clan elder, you have worked hard."

It's a hard work, Han Chaohu felt his heart shake, and his eyes were almost red.

"Hey, young patriarch, you shouldn't have shot!" Han Yunhe, who had struggled over, looked helplessly at Han Muye and let out a low cry.

Han Chaohu also nodded regretfully.

They all saw the golden light in Han Muye's eyes.

This was a sign of the awakening of the Golden Crow's bloodline.

How many years has the entire Golden Crow group not awakened their blood?

As long as the young patriarch of his own family cultivates hard, his future is limitless.

But now that he has shown signs of awakening his blood in front of outsiders, I am afraid that other ethnic groups around the Hanshan tribe will join forces to attack.

No one will give their young patriarch a chance to grow up.

Don't worry, the two clan elders," Han Muye looked around, "I've already left the customs, I'm from the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, so I don't need to swallow my anger anymore. "

After the words fell, behind Han Muye, a phantom of a golden crow emerged.

This Golden Crow is different from the Golden Crow phantoms of other people in the clan.

Behind Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe, the phantom golden crow is more than one foot high, and the feathers on it are clearly visible.

But the Golden Crow phantom behind Han Muye was as high as three feet, and its long feathers were golden.

A golden streamer emerged from Sanzhang Jinwu's body, as if made of dark gold.

"Golden Crow's bloodline is awakened!"

"The young patriarch has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline!"

Looking at this golden crow shadow, all the clansmen under Han Mountain roared excitedly.

Many gray-haired old men had tear stains on their faces.

This is the glory of the Golden Crow Clan!

The Great Sun Golden Crow shines on the Great Desolation for countless thousands of years, the blood of the Golden Crow clan should be the most noble blood in this world!

When Han Muye's three-foot-long Golden Crow phantom appeared and the golden light of the sun shone, all the clansmen felt the power of their veins surging.

The silent bloodline has signs of awakening!

Whether it was Han Jin or the others, they all looked excited.

This is their power!

The power of the Golden Crow's bloodline made them feel their strength.

Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe glanced at each other, sighed, and stopped talking.

With great difficulty, Han Muye gathered the spirit of the group, they couldn't just be wiped out like this.

Moreover, the awakening of the blood of the young patriarch has been known to the Black Panthers, and it is too late even if they want to cover it up.

"Let's go, let's talk among the Hui people." Han Chaohu said softly as he helped Han Yunhe up.

Half an hour later, after all the members of the Jinwu clan had settled down, Han Muye arrived at the clan's meeting hall.

It is said to be a hall, but it is just a big stone house.

Bluestone walls, bluestone tables and chairs, some animal bones and wooden sticks are hung on the walls for decoration, which looks rough and clumsy.

In the hall, apart from Han Muye who was sitting upright at the head, and clan elders Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe on both sides, there were only two clan masters of the fourth level of Yuanling, Han Yuncheng and Han Dingyi.

These five people are the five strongest in the Hanshan tribe.

"Young patriarch, the strength of our Hanshan tribe is like this now, with strong enemies everywhere. In my opinion, you should take the younger generation of the clan to leave Hanshan first, and return after a hundred years." Han Yunhe introduced the situation of the clan, and then said in a low voice.

There are no masters inside, but strong enemies outside.

In the current situation, Han Shanbu couldn't keep Han Muye who had awakened the power of his bloodline.

Only by letting Han Muye leave can the future of Han Shanbu be preserved.

Han Muye didn't speak, but raised his hand, and drew with his fingertips on the bluestone table in front of him, clearly delineating the distribution of forces around Hanshan.

The mountains, rivers, and rivers originally belonged to the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, but now they are almost completely occupied.

"I will not leave."

Han Muye pressed the palm of his hand on the stone table in front of him, his eyes shone with golden light, and the golden crow divine pattern on his forehead revealed a stream of light.

"These ethnic groups who have taken over my Jinwu Hanshan tribe will give me back one by one."

return?

What did the Jinwu Hanshanbu do to let others pay it back?

With less than 500 tribesmen left, the Hanshan Tribe, how can we pay it back?

Han Chaohu glanced at Han Yunhe, then took a breath, and said in a low voice: "Young patriarch, I don't know, what is your cultivation level now?"

What realm can one reach in a hundred years?

Yuan Ling triple?

Yuan Ling, quadruple?

Under the curious gazes of the four people in the hall, a halo began to circulate above Yuan Ling behind Han Muye.

Cyan ash.

red.

orange.

yellow.

green.

green.

blue!

Seventh level of Yuanling!

In the hall, the four members of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe stared wide-eyed, trembling all over.

At the seventh level of Yuanling, the Golden Crow's bloodline is awakened, and he is invincible within a radius of a hundred thousand miles!