Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

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"Patriarch Changkong, long time no see."

Han Muye spoke softly with a smile on his face.

Mu Changkong looked at Han Muye with a hint of emotion on his face.

"Every time I see Makino, I can see your cultivation level improving, which really gives me a headache."

These words made Han Muye laugh, and turned his gaze to the two young Jinwu people who came with Mu Changkong.

"Yuyang from the Chiyang clan and Tao Yun from Baiyu Mountain are both elite descendants of our Jinwu clan." Mu Changkong pointed at the two of them with a more solemn expression.

"Old rules, thirty years of practice."

"If you can awaken the Golden Crow's bloodline, you can cultivate for another thirty years."

Let the descendants of the Golden Crow Clan come to the Hanshan tribe to cultivate and use the favor of the Golden Crow to awaken the blood of the Great Sun Golden Crow. This is already the consensus of the surrounding Golden Crow tribes.

But it's not for nothing that these younger generations are allowed to practice here.

After 30 years of cultivation, various ethnic groups need to let Han Muye observe their cultivation methods and various inheritances.

If he really awakens the Golden Crow's bloodline, then he must hand over his own Golden Crow Town's formula to Han Muye to study.

Compared with inheriting the exercises, the awakening of the blood of the younger disciples is more important.

Thirty years ago, Mu Yun, the youngest son of Mu Changkong in Muyang Mountain, awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, causing a sensation.

Mu Changkong confessed that he was cultivating in the Hanshan tribe, and he awakened the power of his bloodline with the help of the Golden Crow of the Great Sun.

All of a sudden, countless young descendants of the Jinwu tribe flocked to the Hanshan tribe.

In this way, Han Muye took advantage of the situation and proposed an exchange.

Originally, the Jinwu tribes everywhere had some opinions on this exchange.

After all, it is the inheritance of skills, and the Zhentian Jue is secretly handed down by the patriarchs of various ethnic groups.

However, the descendants of the Hanshan tribe have awakened their bloodlines one after another, and it has gradually become a holy place for bloodline awakening, so that all ethnic groups have to agree to Han Muye's request.

But all along, those who are willing to come are basically small groups of tens of thousands of people.

There are not many big clans with more than 100,000 people.

And the two ethnic groups who came today are each a large clan with nearly a million people.

No wonder Mu Changkong wanted to deliver it himself.

"It's all Dazong, it seems that it's for the Seizing the Sun meeting in a hundred years' time?" Han Muye looked at Yuyang and Tao Yun, and said lightly.

He had the power and aura of a high-ranking overhaul on his body, which instantly shocked the two Jinwu juniors and took a step back.

The phantom of Yuan Ling behind the two also emerged.

The realm of the sixth level of primordial spirit.

He is already a rare master among the younger generation.

No wonder when they stepped into the hall, both of them looked aloof.

It's just that at this moment, the disrespect just now was gone from the two of them, and they both lowered their heads and dared not face Han Muye directly.

This is the right to speak brought about by strength.

In the Sun Seizing Conference, they seized the Lieyang True Bone, the true spirit bone of the true spirit of the predecessors of the Jinwu tribe.

This is the root of the unbroken blood of the descendants of the Da Ri Jin Wu clan for countless years.

Before the seniors in the real spirit realm fell, they condensed and took out the real spirit bones for the younger generation to practice.

In the Sun Seizing Conference once every thousand years, anyone who can seize the true spirit bones can basically rise.

"Han Jin, take them to Chaoyang Tower."

Han Muye spoke.

Following his voice, the light blue phantom flew down directly.

Han Jin, with a big sword on his back, stepped in with a solemn expression.

The sixth level of Yuanling!

This young man who seemed to be about the same age as himself turned out to be at the sixth level of Yuanling.

Seeing Han Jin's eyes, Tao Yun and Yu Yang froze.

A golden divine light floated in his eyes, which was obviously the sign of the awakening of the Golden Crow's blood.

This young man of the same generation from the Hanshan tribe has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline!

How many people are there in the Hanshan Department?

There are such young people of the same generation in such a small ethnic group!

When the two walked out of the hall with Han Jin, their expressions were unacceptably dazed.

Seeing the two of them leave, Mu Changkong raised his head and looked at Han Muye: "Muye, the hunt in the Clear Sky Wilderness is about to start, are you ready?"

Hunting in the wilderness is one of the most solemn events of the Great Wilderness tribe.

Generally, the once-in-a-hundred-year wilderness hunting is not only a display of strength among various ethnic groups, but also a way to enhance the strength of one's own ethnic group.

Gather the power of various clans, surround and kill strange beasts, and harvest all kinds of spiritual materials and blood, which are enough for each clan to use for a hundred years.

"I will have 3,000 people from the Hanshan tribe go there this time." Han Muye nodded, "I will lead the team myself."

Hearing that Han Muye said he would lead the team himself, Mu Changkong smiled.

He competed with Han Muye ten years ago.

Even though Han Muye hadn't broken through to the ninth level of Yuan Ling, his combat power was no less than that of a master of the ninth level of Yuan Ling.

"However, I heard that the two great fairy kingdoms of the human race will send people to hunt this time." Han Muye looked at Mu Changkong.

Mu Changkong nodded, his expression slightly solemn.

In the past, this kind of hunting was a tradition of all ethnic groups in the wilderness, but the human race would not participate.

The human race does not admire martial arts, and is not interested in this kind of wilderness fighting.

They are better at all kinds of strategies, and they also have large armies to fight and fight.

Hundreds of thousands, millions of troops lined up, with blood and strength soaring to the sky, with the help of various battle tools, even divine beasts can be hunted and killed.

In the past, the hunters of Clear Sky Wasteland did not participate.

"You mean, these human races have plans?" Mu Changkong narrowed his eyes.

He also thought about it, but he couldn't see why the human race participated in the hunt.

"There were enlightened beasts living in the Clear Sky Wasteland thirty thousand years ago." Han Muye whispered.

"Enlightened beast?" Mu Changkong was taken aback, then looked at Han Muye: "Is that the enlightened beast that claims to be the number one guarding the world?"

"Are they trying to capture auspicious beasts?"

The so-called auspicious beasts are beasts that can be tamed by humans and can be a help for the group.

In fact, many strange beasts can also be tamed, but powerful beasts have their own pride, and generally they will not surrender.

The enlightened beast's combat power may be at the bottom among the divine beasts, but its defensive power is at the top.

In the prehistoric era, many big cities had enlightened beasts guarding the gates.

"Maybe, it's not just capturing enlightened beasts to make them auspicious beasts." Han Muye shook his head.

"I'll be leaving in three months. I'll be with Patriarch Changkong then." Han Muye changed the topic without delving into the plan of the human race.

Mu Changkong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go back and gather the strong ones in the clan, and we'll go to the wasteland together in three months."

Speaking of this, he said in a deep voice: "If there is a chance, please ask Makino to help me."

Han Muye nodded, and said with a smile, "If I can help Chang Kong patriarch step into the true spirit, I will certainly do my best."

Mu Changkong's cultivation was already at the ninth level of Yuanling, and he was only one step away from stepping into the realm of true spirit.

Over the years, he has been close to Han Muye, apart from really valuing Han Muye's talent and potential, he also wants to use Han Muye's strength.

Han Muye not only awakened the Golden Crow's bloodline, but also had the blessing of the Haotian Golden Crow. It was normal for Mu Changkong to put his future on him.

After sending Mu Changkong away, Han Muye's breath slowly became silent.

Behind him, the dark purple shadow of Yuanling Jinwu emerged.

Mu Changkong wanted to improve his cultivation and step into the realm of true spirits, and he wanted to too.

"After being suppressed for so long, it's time for a breakthrough." With a whisper, the Golden Crow Yuanling disappeared, and with a movement of his body, he had already walked out of the hall.

"big cow."

Han Muye drank in a low voice.

In the distance, a majestic figure galloped towards him.

Zeng Daniu, now Ciyuan, the young patriarch of the Black Bear Clan.

Five years ago, he finally awakened his memory.

However, he also accepted his identity in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm.

Now he is still Ciyuan, still the young patriarch of Tanling Black Bear Clan, following Han Muye to practice the way of refining weapons.

With the blood of the Black Bear clan, his physical strength has been continuously improved, and now he is in the seventh level of Yuanling, and his physical strength has reached an unimaginable level.

His strength, even the monster black tiger dare not face it.

"Come on, let's go to Zhuyun Mountain."

Zhuyun Mountain is the forest where the black tiger lives.

This mountain stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, and there are many wild beasts sheltering in it, and there are even powerful divine beasts.

The Great Wilderness has always been a world of mythical beasts.

These strange beasts and divine beasts are the masters of the wilderness.

"Okay." Ciyuan, who was carrying a sledgehammer, grinned and agreed.

The two of them ran quickly, but within a short while they were within a hundred miles of the mountain.

"Black cloud."

Han Muye gave a low shout.

"Roar-"

In the distance, a black tiger galloped towards it.

On the body of the black tiger, there is a solid spirit.

The power of Yuan Ling at the peak of the seventh level can fight against the powerhouses of the eighth level and even the ninth level.

Over the past fifty years, this guy has improved his cultivation extremely fast.

But this is all with Han Muye's help, otherwise there would be no such progress.

"call out-"

In mid-air, three golden flying birds spread their wings, and their speed was much faster than that of the black tiger.

Three Garudas spread their wings and circled above Han Muye's head.

These three garudas were raised by the big bird that Han Muye exchanged the elixir for the golden-winged snowgrass.

Now, they probably consider Han Muye closer than their own mother.

Who told Han Muye to give them pills when he was free.

However, the little thing of more than fifty years, now has the peak cultivation base of the fifth level of Yuanling, the blood is fully awakened, and there is still a trace of the power of the golden-winged roc.

Hei Hu was jealous of such a promotion.

The golden-winged bird that lived on the cliff didn't care much about these three little guys now, and let them run to Hanshan Mountain when they had nothing to do.

"Okay, this trip will take the three of you to see and see."

Looking at the three large birds circling, Han Muye chuckled.

He flew into the air and landed on the back of a golden bird.

"Jin Da, let's go."

With a shout, he spread his wings and flew high on his garuda.

Down below, Ciyuan scratched his head and muttered, "How did Master recognize that it was Jin Da? Which of you is Jin Er and who is Jin San?"

The black tiger beside him roared, turned around and left.

Ciyuan let out a hey hey, and quickly followed.

As everyone moved forward, three big golden birds hovered in the sky.

"kill-"

After traveling for three hundred miles, Ciyuan fought against a Zhang Gao yellow lion covered in rust-like texture.

This is a strange beast iron lion, with a mane comparable to gold and iron, it has a strong defense.

It's a pity that it met the mighty Ciyuan and his war hammer.

With a blow of the warhammer, it fell to the ground and there was a huge crater with a radius of three feet.

Every time Ciyuan swung the hammer, the whistling wind caused by it made the legs and feet of the black tiger beside him tremble.

If this sledgehammer hits him, his muscles and bones will be shattered.

Ciyuan's Sky-Booming Hammer moves are not many.

This was specially created by Han Muye for him. With the help of his great strength, the moves are endless, so that the opponent will be mixed in the shadow of the hammer, and there is no chance of escape.

After three trips of the Hongtian hammer, the shadow of the hammer filled the sky, and the iron-patterned lion was already dizzy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ciyuan let go of the sledgehammer with both hands, and raised his hand to grab the mane on the iron lion's head.

"Boom—"

The big fist hit the iron lion's forehead.

Heihu turned his head, unable to bear to look any further.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

…

A quarter of an hour later, Ciyuan dragged the body of the iron lion with some regrets, and strode forward.

Originally, he wanted to subdue this majestic lion and use it as a transportation mount, but unfortunately, this guy refused to give in.

Can only be killed.

If you are hungry halfway, you can eat meat.

It's just that the black tiger won't tell him that when the second punch landed, the yellow lion had surrendered and begged for mercy.

It was Ciyuan's next few punches that knocked him unconscious.

After traveling eight thousand miles, Han Muye landed on a bluestone.

Not far away, in the forest, a four-legged strange beast with a dignified aura walked forward slowly, looking at him vigilantly.

"The red-feathered armored dragon runs on all fours, has scales but no horns, can spit fire and avoid dust, and is extremely fast."

Han Muye spoke every sentence, making the walking beast stop.

It's just that Han Muye didn't intend to stop, and slowly unsheathed the Heiyuan and Yuansheng swords in his hands.

"Ninth level of Yuanling, the blood of the ancient prehistoric dragon clan is enough."

The voice fell, and he stepped out.

"when-"

The red-feathered armored dragon flicked out its long tail, blocking Han Muye's Heiyuan sword.

It also blocked Han Muye's figure.

"Very vigilant." Han Muye snarled, his figure flashed, and he landed behind the red-feathered armored dragon, stabbing Yuansheng out with the short sword.

"when-"

The Ankylosaurus raised its hind feet to block the sword's edge.

Han Muye's speed is fast, this armored dragon is completely on the defensive.

But in the end it was the Nine Layers of Yuan Ling, possessed by the power of Yuan Ling, and turned into a faint golden scale armor, Han Muye's sword could not pierce through this armor.

In addition, this clumsy-looking Ankylosaurus was extremely agile, often blocking Han Muye's sword.

Ciyuan, the patriarch of the Black Bear Clan at the side, was hooked watching it.

He has seen Han Muye's sword, but rarely seen one that can block Han Muye's hundred swords.

Back then when Han Muye and Mu Changkong fought each other, they always fought with long spears instead of long swords.

Han Muye's speed became faster and faster, and the sword light slowly enveloped the armored dragon's body.

The phantom of the Yuanling behind Han Muye also emerged, and golden light crisscrossed above the deep purple Yuanling.

Within a radius of ten miles, the blazing light between the sky and the earth seemed to reflect the great sun in the sky, causing the surrounding beasts to flee desperately.

Visible to the naked eye, traces of silver streamer emerged from Yuan Ling behind Han Muye.

"kill!"

With a low shout, the long sword in his hand pointed at the top of the Ankylosaurus' head. The Red Feather Ankylosaurus was shaken, and its body slowly fell to the ground, not daring to move.

In the void, all the previous sword lights converged into a single sword light, congealed in Han Muye's hands.

If this last sword is stabbed out, it must condense all the previous sword lights into one sword.

With this sword thrust, Han Muye's cultivation came naturally, and he broke through to the ninth level of primordial spirit.

Using the power of the dragon blood to sharpen his cultivation can also stabilize him.

But Han Muye held the sword in his hand, but he didn't stab it.

"Ants can steal their lives, let alone ancient beasts that have cultivated for countless years?"

"You don't want to die."

"I have the ability to kill you, but I shouldn't kill you for no reason."

"Dahuang, there should be more than just killing."

Seemingly realizing something, Han Muye looked up at the sky.

The great sun is shining, shining on the wilderness.

For countless years, the Haotian Golden Crow has witnessed the endless slaughter in the wilderness.

God, is that so?

"What is the Dao of the Great Wilderness?"

"The Wanhua Immortal Dynasty's stopping killing by killing is really in line with the way of heaven?"

Slowly retracting the sword, Han Muye said calmly, "You go."

The red-feathered armored dragon lying on the ground stood up, lowered its head slightly, then turned and left.

Watching the Jialong leave, Ciyuan stepped forward and said softly: "Master, why don't we find another strange beast?"

Han Muye shook his head, the phantom of Yuan Ling behind him dissipated.

I originally wanted to use killing to break through, but at this moment, I realized something. If I don't have the heart to kill again, I can't break through, it's God's will.

"Let's go back."

Turning his head, Han Muye strode away.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

In the forest behind him, the red-feathered armored dragon that had left before came running, holding a silvery-white chilong spirit grass in its mouth.

Putting the spirit grass in front of Han Muye, the red feather armored dragon turned and fled.

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the spiritual grass.

"One hundred thousand year Juyangzhi, such a treasure, if I still can't break through, then the cultivation of this body can only be cultivated on the dog." Han Muye let out a long laugh, held the spirit grass, and with a movement of his body, it directly turned into a sword light Fly away.

He couldn't wait to refine this spirit grass into a elixir.

———

Ten days later, a faint bang came from a small bluestone building in the core of the Hanshan Department.

The voice was dull, with a faint silver halo, and it disappeared in a flash.

The Jinwu people stationed outside the small building only felt trembling, as if they were about to kneel down to the ground, and when they came back to their senses, this feeling had disappeared.

At this time, in the small building, under a layer of golden light, Han Muye's forehead in a green robe lit up with the Golden Crow God pattern, and behind him, a huge Golden Crow phantom.

Lights flickered on the wings, and the golden eyes revealed the majesty of the world, and every feather seemed to be condensed by the monstrous flames.

The body of the Golden Crow is solid, and slowly changes from blue-gray to red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. Finally, all the colors return to their original colors, and they are a bright silver color.

Silver spirit.

The Realm of Nine Elemental Spirits!

This is the end of Yuan Ling's practice, and the next stage is to condense Yuan Ling into substance and turn it into a true spirit.

True spirits are the real powerhouses in the wilderness.

Every resident of a million-dollar clan is guarded by a powerful true spirit.

Han Muye opened his eyes, and the golden halos in his eyes shone.

At the ninth floor of Yuanling, the power of his Golden Crow bloodline has been further improved.

"The Great Sun Golden Crow, with its mighty divine flames, destroys the heavens and destroys the earth. Also, the supernatural powers and blood of the creatures in the world are all for the purpose of destroying the enemy and survival. How can anyone be born to illuminate the world?"

Looking up at the big sun in the sky, Han Muye whispered softly.

The Haotian Golden Crow was not born to be able to shine endlessly for the sake of the great wilderness.

Not to mention the beasts, even the human race who practiced and enlightened, there is no one who is really willing to sacrifice himself.

"This is like the practice of swordsmanship. First, you want to destroy, seek to kill, and seek to destroy the world, but in the end you must have the heart to establish a boundary."

Looking at the Great Sun Golden Crow, the golden light in Han Muye's eyes turned into wisps of agile flames.

"Because, when the power reaches its peak, the whole world must rely on this power to survive."

"That is to say, the Great Wilderness exists because of the Great Sun Golden Crow."

"The soul of the Haotian Golden Crow is the source of existence in this world!"

Thinking through this point, he only felt that his whole body was transparent, and the power of the Golden Crow's blood was surging, and he unexpectedly evolved another layer without realizing it.

But instead of being happy, he looked gloomy.

This is clearly to let him realize the original power.

If it is in other ruin worlds, with the blessing of this kind of original power, he can be directly invincible in a world.

But this is the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, and there are too many strong people in it.

If this kind of original body is known to those strong men and those divine beasts, I am afraid they will directly seize it.

Also, if anyone takes away the origin of the Great Sun Golden Crow, the Great Wasteland Realm will immediately collapse like other ruin realms.

The collapse of such a powerful Ruin Realm may directly trigger the deathly aura in Wanhua Tianyuan to surge and turn into a new calamity.

"This is the origin of the calamity?"

Lowering his head, Han Muye's Yuanling power was restrained, and his aura was like that of an ordinary person, there was nothing special about it.

Seeing through the essence of this world, his heart was shaken.

But these things are still too far away, not for him to participate in now.

What he has to do now is to inspire his own strength.

The power of Yuan Ling circulated in his body, and Han Muye showed excitement on his face.

It is of great benefit to him to realize the original power of this world, even if there is only a trace.

At this moment, the power of the Golden Crow Divine Flame in his hand has reached a higher level, reaching the point of burning the world.

With the blessing of this divine flame, even a strong person in the true spirit realm can be feared.

The second benefit is that he can take out some of the treasures brought from outside the world.

All kinds of spirit stones, divine crystals, Tianyuan beads, pills, magic weapons, and fairy treasures.

It's a pity that he can't take out the sword of Yuanshen yet.

"Om—"

With a loud bang, a long black wooden box fell from his hand.

Wanhe Sword Box.

This treasure contains thousands of long swords, and it was one of Han Muye's reliance when he was in the celestial realm.

Stretching out his hand and pressing it on the sword box, the faint power of Yuanling covered it.

The power of Yuan Ling is not as pure as the spirit of the fairy, nor as delicate as the spirit, but it is the most vast and magnificent existence.

The power poured into the sword box and penetrated into each long sword, causing the blades of these long swords to vibrate, and the power in them was continuously blended.

Refined with the power of Yuanling, it can be warmed and nourished!

Seeing the continuous evolution of the immortal patterns on the sword box, Han Muye became more enlightened.

Spirit pattern.

Fairy pattern.

The ultimate origin is the true spirit and divine pattern.

The power of the world originates from the boundless and returns to the boundless.

The cycle goes on and on, with the amount of robbery as the node.

Shocked all over, Han Muye slowly raised his hand.

He looked at his hands in surprise.

Just now, his comprehension is by no means what his spiritual practice Da Luo realm can have.

It's not that he is in the ruins world, Yuanling Jiuzhong can have it.

This is, Xianzun's perception!

This is the practice of the realm of true spirits!

He stretched out his hand and took out the piece of real spiritual bone that he got from Lu Changshan back then, it can be seen that there are streaks of black aura on it.

"so close."

Just now, he himself was obviously calculated by the power in this real spirit bone, leading him to a realm that he has not yet controlled.

If he really directly comprehends the cultivation of the realm of the true spirit, there will be only one result, that is, his body will die and his dao will disappear, and he will directly turn into a puppet of the true spirit bone.

Cultivation in the world is full of difficulties and dangers, and every step is arduous.

Taking out a jade box and sealing up the real spirit bones, Han Muye heaved a sigh of relief.

For the next ten days, he continued to take out various treasures outside the realm in the retreat, some of which were re-refined, and some were refined into body-protecting treasures.

"Om—"

When the door of the Qingshi Xiaolou opened, Han Muye, who was wearing a blue battle armor, holding a pale gold spear, with two swords thrusting obliquely behind his back, and a black sword box on his back, strode out.

"Gather the masters of the clan to participate in the hunting in the wilderness."

Han Muye shouted loudly, and the clouds in the void trembled.

In an instant, on the entire Hanshan Mountain, the sound of the golden crow's long cry sounded, and countless golden crows turned into blazing suns, flying to the sky.

In the sky, the illusory golden crow spread its wings, and its body turned into a solid, thousand-foot figure, standing proudly supporting the sky.

Three thousand strong men from the Hanshan tribe gathered into a golden torrent, following Han Muye, who was transformed into a Golden Crow, and rushed straight into the sky.