MTL - Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 639 Summoning Order, Terran Army

In front of Muyang Mountain, Mu Changkong led a group of strong Jinwu tribes behind him to wait.

"coming!"

Someone gave a low shout and pointed to the sky ahead.

Over there, the clouds were rolling, the power of heaven and earth was turbulent, and streaks of golden streamers shone.

"It's the manifestation of the power of the Golden Crow's bloodline."

A golden light flashed in the eyes of the black-robed old man standing beside Mu Changkong, and he said in a low voice, "This patriarch of the Hanshan tribe has a strong bloodline, which is probably not inferior to those of the great clan's direct descendants."

Mu Changkong nodded.

This is also the reason why he values ​​Han Muye so much.

In his opinion, the future of this Hanshan clan chief is limitless.

"Brother Changkong, let's go." Han Muye's voice sounded in the void.

The huge golden crow phantom has emerged.

The illusory Golden Crow that formed one body is thousands of feet tall, and every time it spreads its wings, it drives the wind to gather wantonly.

"Haha, we will definitely show our talents this time!"

"Let's go, go to the Clear Sky Wasteland." Mu Changkong shouted loudly, and the disciples of the Golden Crow clan behind him also flew up, and their body strength became one with him.

Most of the ethnic groups in the Great Wilderness still have some means of inheritance through the connection of Qi and blood.

Although this method of condensing into one body cannot improve combat power, it is convenient for traveling.

The Golden Crow spread its wings for three thousand miles and soared to the ninth heaven.

The sky is filled with the vibration of the Golden Crow, causing the clouds to shatter.

"It's the Golden Crow!"

On the ground, someone shouted.

The Jinwu tribe is a great wilderness tribe, flying across the sky at this time, immediately attracted onlookers.

"I don't know which two Jinwu tribes are going to the Clear Sky Wasteland?"

"Look at the extraordinary momentum, at least there are two hundred thousand people, right?"

Some people quietly lowered their heads, not looking at the Golden Crow that was emitting the power of the great sun.

Some people's eyes flickered with divine light, trying to see through the two phantoms of the golden crow.

After flying away for three days, a giant black bird with a thousand feet in front blocked the way.

"A kite flying in the sky?" Han Muye's voice sounded.

Flying harriers in the sky, prehistoric birds of different species, fast and fierce.

These strange beasts like to kill flying birds for food.

Although the cultivation level of this thousand-foot Yuntian Feiyao has not reached the realm of true spirits, it is at least the ninth level of Yuanling.

Han Muye and his team were not the only ones blocking the way.

The teams of many ethnic groups below have dispersed.

Some ethnic groups that had been flying away in midair also quietly hid.

Facing the mighty bird in the sky directly, I am afraid that there will be heavy casualties.

"Brother Han, let me come." Mu Changkong's voice sounded.

Mu Changkong's cultivation was already at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Yuanling, so it was not difficult to deal with this flying harrier.

"No need." Han Muye said calmly.

"Join." His voice sounded again.

As the words fell, a strong light of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow emerged between the heaven and the earth.

The light and shadow turned into a sky-rocketing long spear, and it directly pierced towards the Yuntian Flying Harrier blocking the front.

The light of the Golden Crow is a spear!

This is the power of heaven and earth, and the awakening of the Golden Crow's bloodline!

Yun Tianfei made a strange cry, spread his wings, turned his head and fled.

If it dares to block the golden light of the sun, it will be smashed down by endless power of heaven and earth in the next instant.

It's not stupid.

Until Feiyao escaped, everyone looked up at the golden spear above the sky.

"Let's go."

With a wave of Han Muye's hand, he scattered the spear, and then the phantom of the Golden Crow spread its wings and walked away through the air.

It wasn't until tens of thousands of miles away that Mu Changkong's voice came from behind.

"Makino, why are you showing the power of the Golden Crow's bloodline so much?"

He didn't understand that Han Muye possessed the power of the awakened Golden Crow bloodline, which should be their trump card when hunting.

Why show it now.

"Brother Changkong, since it's a hunt, it's still unknown who the prey is, so there's no need to blindly hide your strength." Han Muye's voice revealed arrogance.

"Don't worry, it's just blood power."

The power of the Golden Crow bloodline is strong, but it is not Han Muye's real powerful means.

He is now in the Ninth Layer of Yuanling, and he took out the Wanhe sword box.

Kendo is his strongest method.

The Golden Crow fled extremely fast, and three days later, it crashed down on a boundless wasteland.

Above the wasteland, the blood was already soaring to the sky at this time, and the endless divine light intertwined with the primordial spirit.

Flocks of birds in the sky, tribes of beasts on the ground.

All kinds of phantoms of Yuanling soared into the air, colliding with each other, as if they wanted to break through their own realm between the heaven and the earth.

"boom-"

Two phantoms of the Golden Crow descended, directly breaking through a piece of heaven and earth.

Surrounding them, phantoms of alien beasts and primordial spirits were knocked away, and they dared not face them directly.

The golden crow's long cry shook the heavens and the earth, as if to declare its sovereignty.

"Hmph, Golden Crow, what's so great." Someone whispered and snorted coldly, but their eyes were full of fear.

"Golden Crow of the Great Sun is indeed domineering, worthy of the name of the top clan in the wilderness." There were also people who showed admiration in their eyes, staring at the phantom of the Golden Crow.

People's hearts are never the same in the world, and their minds are also different.

It is impossible for everyone to recognize it. The only thing to do is to make your own strength the strongest backing.

"stop-"

A golden streamer landed in front of Han Muye and the others.

Han Muye raised his hand to catch it.

"Zhuoyuan Golden Crow's Summoning Order."

Zhuoyuan tribe, the largest clan of the Golden Crow within thousands of miles.

There are millions of clansmen in the clan, three powerhouses from the True Spirit Realm sit in command, there are many masters from the ninth floor of Yuanling, and other powerhouses who have awakened the blood of the Golden Crow can be found everywhere.

At this time, Mu Changkong was also holding a golden light in his hand.

"Will you go?" Han Muye looked at Mu Changkong.

"Go, why don't you go." Mu Changkong grinned and said, "This kind of summoning order of the big clan will share the benefits."

Since it is necessary to convene all parties, it is natural to provide enough benefits.

If not, who will serve?

Hearing his words, Han Muye took the golden light into his palm and turned it into a golden pattern, and then attracted the three thousand people from behind to move forward quickly.

Mu Changkong also followed closely behind him, and the 20,000 Mu Yangshan's army moved loudly behind him.

After traveling thousands of miles, a large camp emerged.

The big camp covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles, and a golden crow stands in the sky.

In the middle of the camp, a 3,000-foot-tall Golden Crow floated in the air, with golden eyes cast around, as bright as the sun in the sky.

"That's the Zhuo Yuan Department."

"More than 180 Jinwu tribes, big and small, have gathered around."

Mu Changkong's expression was slightly solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid this hunt is not as simple as we thought."

Along the way, many other big clans also formed camps.

This is something that has never happened before in wilderness hunting.

Han Muye nodded, his eyes fell on those golden golden crow phantoms.

The huge golden crow in the middle seemed to sense something and turned its head slightly.

"Han Shanbu, Muyang Shanbu is here."

Walking outside the camp, someone shouted at the gate of the camp.

A group of soldiers in golden armor blocked Han Muye and the others.

Clans that can wear battle armor are rare in the wilderness.

Whether it is the Hanshan tribe or the Muyangshan tribe, not everyone wears armor.

In fact, with the financial resources of the Hanshan tribe and the treasures brought by Han Muye himself, it is not difficult to get everyone in the Hanshan tribe to wear armor.

It's even an extremely simple thing.

But Han Muye didn't do that.

Although the Hanshan tribe is the ethnic group he controls in the Great Wasteland, he will leave eventually.

Besides, for the Jinwu tribe, the best battle armor is the awakening of their own blood power.

Battle armor, sometimes it is still a burden.

Looking at the army behind Han Muye and the others, a trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the golden armored general who led the team in front.

The armor is incomplete and the weapons are messy.

It is conceivable how powerful such a group is.

"Hanshan tribe, Muyangshan tribe." The leader of the Jinwu tribe revealed the power of the light blue Yuanling.

Seventh layer of primordial spirit.

"You go and make up the armor of your own tribe before you come."

He waved his hand, turned and left.

Battle armor complete?

What's the meaning?

Mu Changkong snorted, "Where can I mend the armor?"

Hearing his words, the general turned around, with a smile on his face, and pointed out of the camp: "Go and grab it!"

He sneered and looked at Han Muye and Mu Changkong: "Could it be possible to let you enter the camp and give you the battle armor of my Zhuo Yuan department?"

"The battle armor is not complete, so I am embarrassed to come to participate in the hunting."

After speaking, he turned around and walked away.

Mu Changkong's face was livid, and the spirit behind him slowly emerged.

"Forget it, I guess the strength of the ethnic group in this big camp is enough." Han Muye stretched out his hand to pat Mu Changkong's shoulder, and said calmly.

The minds of the people who receive the summoned groups are extremely agile.

If it wasn't for the orders from the high-level officials of the Zhuo Yuan Department here, this person would never have dared to stop the Han Shan Department and the Mu Yang Mountain Department from entering the camp.

Looking at it now, it must be that the strength of the retraction is sufficient, and there is no need for it.

Mu Changkong waved his fist bitterly, turned around and strode away.

Han Muye didn't stay any longer, he turned around and led the people away.

In the big camp, in the middle tent, a young man in a pale yellow robe stood with his hands behind his back.

"That is the junior who claims to be the first to awaken the Golden Crow's bloodline in ten thousand years?" The young man showed a sneer, and a faint golden light flashed in his eyes.

The Golden Crow bloodline has been awakened, but it is not strong enough.

"What the prince said is that this person is the chief of the Hanshan tribe, and he has awakened the Golden Crow's bloodline. According to calculations, he has at least reached the realm of the blazing sun."

Behind the young man, an old man in a blue robe said in a low voice.

The bloodlines of the Golden Crow have different grades according to their strength.

Chaoyang, Scorching Sun, Lieyang, Blazing Sun Golden Crow, Yongming Golden Crow, Great Sun Golden Crow, Haotian Golden Crow.

To be able to awaken Lie Yang's bloodline is a certain true spirit seed.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man in yellow robe had a gloomy expression on his face.

What he himself awakened was only the power of Chaoyang's bloodline.

Among the same generation, there are very few who have awakened the power of the scorching sun.

How can a small group of tens of thousands of people in the remote Hanshan tribe have the awakening of Lie Yang's blood?

"Hmph, after this hunt, I don't want to see this Hanshan tribe." The yellow-robed youth let out a low snort, turned and walked into the big tent.

The green-robed old man nodded, and turned to look at Han Muye and the others who had already left the camp.

"Everyone, this time the human race's Wanhua Immortal Dynasty army is dispatched, coming powerfully, we must not take it lightly, we must gather all the Golden Crow tribes, and no scattered tribes will be besieged..."

In the big tent, a majestic voice resounded.

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Ten days later, with a roar in the void, countless groups rushed towards the wasteland.

The clear-sky wasteland has a vast territory, and armies rushed into it, slowly scattered into small black dots.

Only those large ethnic groups formed a large battle formation, and tens of millions of troops marched slowly, which seemed more spectacular.

The most magnificent of them is a huge army formation composed of two million people, and a human army full of chariots and many alien beasts pulling the carts.

The army of two million people is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, led by Wu Zhuang, Marquis of Chaolie.

Wu Zhuang, marquis of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, a strong man in the True Spirit Realm, once led an army to conquer the depths of the wilderness and slaughtered many strange beasts.

His hands were stained with the blood of many wild tribes.

But at this time, the wilderness was hunting, and it was difficult for all the prehistoric races to jointly attack the two million troops.

The two million troops are neatly organized, with long spears, battle armor, crossbow chariots, everything is complete.

The army moved in an orderly manner.

Such an army formation can't be moved without three or five times the force.

How can there be a million-strong army of all the tribes in the wilderness?

If all the races in the Great Wilderness can unite, how can there be a chance for the rise of the Xian Dynasty.

This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

The other side of the human race is full of chariots, and millions of troops are all driving.

These chariots have all kinds of war equipment and powerful alien beasts pulling the chariots, which look ferocious and tyrannical.

Although it has an army of one million, it is even stronger than the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty with an army of two million.

This is the army of Xuanling Immortal Kingdom.

These two large armies put great pressure on all ethnic groups, and many ethnic groups quietly stayed away.

Even those big clans that have gathered forces of the same blood from all sides are also cautious.

"I've found out everything." On a deserted hill, Han Dingyi walked up to Han Muye with a big bow on his back.

"They are indeed for Rui Beast."

"The birthday of the little princess of the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom is approaching. In order to celebrate her birthday, all parties in the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom have dispatched to search for various auspicious beasts."

Han Ding stretched his fingers to the distance, and said in a low voice: "It is said that the little princess of the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom had visions when she was born, and all the strange beasts were close to her."

"Xuanling Fairyland now gathers all kinds of strange beasts because their little princess took the initiative to draw a divine pattern that can make the strange beasts surrender."

Born vision.

Han Muye's heart skipped a beat.

He also knows the means to make monsters surrender.

However, if it is a beast, it may be a bit difficult.

But with some methods of blood inheritance, maybe it is really possible.

Could this little princess be someone who came to the market with her?

It's a bit far, wait for the opportunity to explore again.

"As for the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, I heard that it is also for enlightened beasts." Han Dingyi shook his head and said in a low voice, "If this enlightened beast is hunted down, its true spirit power can at least create three true spirit realms."

"As for the other races, most of them are also for this time's beast."

This is easy to understand.

Hunting is to obtain powerful blood power.

If not, who wants to come?

This kind of hunting is extremely dangerous.

If one is bad, it may be the end of the destruction of the ethnic group.

"Thank you." Han Muye reached out and patted Han Dingyi's shoulder, then turned to look at Mu Changkong beside him.

Now they are on this hill, not only their two groups, but also two Jinwu tribes who have not been collected by Zhuo Yuan's tribe.

These two Jinwu tribes were even fewer, and together they only had a thousand people.

Among them, the strongest are the two patriarchs of the eighth level Yuanling Realm.

In addition to these two, there are seven or eight other various ethnic groups.

There are more than 300 people from the Qinglang clan, there are also more than 1,000 people from the Yunbao clan, and there are also 2,000 people from the Tianyunhe clan.

They are not powerful groups.

These groups that no one took in gathered together, hoping to get some benefits from the hunting.

The reason not to attach to most of them is because even if they go, they will not be valued, and they will even be used as a loss.

It's better to hug like this.

"Everyone, the hunt has begun, let's go too."

Han Muye nodded towards Mu Changkong, then raised his hand.

Daodao figures rushed forward.

People from other ethnic groups also rushed into the wasteland.

On the wasteland, countless wild beasts were scattered, all kinds of powerful strange beasts collided among the hunting teams.

Various spirits appeared, and the power of heaven and earth in the void gradually became chaotic.

Behind Han Muye, those Jinwu people from the Hanshan tribe followed in an orderly manner.

"Roar-"

With a roar, the three-foot-tall, long-tailed, armored blood-colored giant bear rushed towards Han Muye and his team.

"The silver-ringed blood-scale bear, the bloodline of the prehistoric alien beast, has infinite power and strong physical defense." Mu Changkong took a deep breath, stepped forward, and held a long knife in his hand, "How about it, let's see who is faster?"

"Kill." Han Muye, holding a golden spear, responded with this sentence.

He flew up, and the spear in his hand turned into nine golden crow phantoms, and smashed down on the giant bear.

"The skill of the Nine Heavens Battle Spear is amazing!" Mu Changkong's eyes lit up, and he shouted as he saw the nine golden rays pierced by Han Muye.

He didn't stop himself, and flew up, slashing straight down with the long knife in his hand.

The light of the knife turned into a phantom that split the sky and the earth, flashing a blue streamer.

"boom-"

Nine golden crow phantoms submerged a silver-ringed blood-scaled bear, and countless golden lights intersected and exploded, turning into scattered long arrows, piercing through the weak spots of the giant bear's blood armor.

The giant bear roared wildly, splashing blood all over his body.

On the other side, eight silver lines of light appeared on the body of the other blood-scaled bear. The man stood up and punched out.

"Peng!"

The long knife collided with the giant fist transformed by the silver ring, the blade paused slightly, split the silver ring directly, and slashed across the forehead of the blood-scaled bear.

The body of the huge blood-scaled bear shattered, and the scattered qi and blood rushed towards the surroundings like blood-colored clouds.

Mu Changkong, who was at the front, had a faint silver light drawing blood from his surroundings.

Hunting strange beasts can excite their blood power.

In this way, masters like them who are stuck in the bottleneck can have a chance to break through.

Above the wasteland, there is such a blood mist everywhere.

This is the most direct killing.

"Peng—"

The body of the other blood-scaled bear that was penetrated by the light transformed by Han Muye's spear also exploded, and its blood and original power were scattered.

However, the blood-colored scales of the blood-scaled bear were not damaged at all, and it was still blood-colored, and fell to the ground.

Mu Changkong put away his long knife and laughed.

His sword made the scattered ethnic groups all look sideways, and his sword was so overwhelming that it made people frightened.

Compared with him, Han Muye's shot looked much more low-key.

But Han Muye obtained the scale armor of an eight-layer spirit beast, and the harvest was much greater than him.

Neither of them are at a loss.

"Continue." Mu Changkong raised his head and looked at the low hills in the distance.

Over there, thousands of people were surrounding several tall strange beasts and slowly killing them.

It's just that those strange beasts are obviously powerful, and it is difficult for thousands of people to take them down.

"Close the scales and move on." Han Muye shouted, holding a spear, and walked parallel to Mu Changkong.

The two rushed up the hill, the swords and spears in their hands gleaming, the brilliant silver Yuanling power behind Mu Changkong shone, and Han Muye's body turned into a golden crow phantom.

However, those strange beasts were dealt with in a few moves, and the two of them did not stop, and led the group away directly.

"Golden Crow strong?" Seeing the two leading the group away, the people on the hill who thought they would not get any benefit were a little dazed.

The body of the strange beast that was beheaded by Han Muye and Mu Changkong was still where it was, and they did not take it away.

This is a gift.

"Go, follow." Someone whispered, leading the clan masters behind to follow Han Muye and his team.

The hunt in the wilderness continued, and more and more strange beasts were encountered, becoming stronger and stronger.

There are the Scarlet Flame Tigers that spit out poisonous fire and incinerate them cleanly in a radius of ten thousand zhang, and there are also groups of Blood Moon Demon Wolves that are able to encircle and kill a single tribe.

Of course, the gains of all ethnic groups are also great.

In one month, there were more than 300 masters in the Hanshan tribe who broke through to the fifth level of Yuanling.

There are also more than forty people on the sixth floor of Yuanling.

Han Jin, Han Dingyi and others have also improved a lot in cultivation.

The key is that this kind of killing makes their combat power more pure.

"boom-"

Ahead, there was a loud roar of strong men fighting.

In a month's time, going deep into the wasteland, many tribes have found it difficult to persist.

Because the combat power of that tyrannical beast is too strong, it can directly sweep thousands of people with one head.

It's not the kind of human race that can line up for battle, who can hold it?

These tribes either quit hunting, or followed the big clans to pick up some small bargains.

Others are looking for groups that can hold together.

Before they knew it, Han Muye and the others gathered dozens of ethnic groups, the number of which exceeded 100,000.

Han Muye and Mu Changkong didn't control these tribes either.

This kind of loose cluster is okay when the wind is going smoothly, but once it encounters a hard battle, it will definitely be blown up.

They are not familiar ethnic groups, and it is difficult to get together.

There's no need to waste time dealing with these people.

However, having a large number of people is also good, at least when you meet other ethnic groups, you will not lose your momentum.

Over the low hills, the scene ahead is revealed.

"Human race!" Someone whispered.

On the wilderness ahead, there is an army of human races.

The human army in red battle armor fought squarely and neatly.

Surrounded by the army, the strange beast, even though it was tall and powerful, could not rush out.

"shoot-"

There was a military order.

"Peng—"

Rain of long arrows flew down, covering layer upon layer, shooting those tall strange beasts to the ground.

The passing of the army is like plowing the field.

This level of power made the tribes on the hill speechless.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, looking at the well-organized army formation.

This is the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

Against such an army, the 100,000 people behind him could not resist for a quarter of an hour.

No, under a few rounds of arrow rain, those scattered ethnic groups will flee.

Walking down the hill, he raised his hand and pulled out a long blue arrow that was stuck in the ground two feet deep.

"What a brilliant forging method." Mu Changkong who was on the side whispered.

The arrow has a broken body of green steel, a long front barb, and a faint divine pattern.

This divine pattern is very shallow, with only a trace of strength.

Sunder armor.

Tens of thousands of these arrows gathered together are invincible.

Han Muye's expression was also slightly solemn.

Wanhua Xianchao is stronger than he imagined.

Looking up at the sky, the sun is shining brightly.

To confront such a powerful opponent as Wanhua Xianchao, it really makes people excited!

"Go. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" He flew up, found a direction, and rushed over.

Mu Changkong and the others led the army to follow.

Ten days later, Han Muye and the others stopped on a vast grassland.

Ahead, a crowd of nearly 300,000 people surrounded a group of strange beasts.

"Sky Star Unicorn."

"I also need that unicorn." Mu Changkong's fighting spirit was concentrated.

"Okay," Han Muye raised the spear in his hand and pointed it forward.

"Just grab it."