MTL - Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 641 Han Muye, Chief of the Jinwu Hanshan Tribe

"who is he?"

Zhuo Yu stared at Zhuo Tang.

A bright divine light shot out in his eyes.

Terran arrangement?

This kind of words must be convincing!

"There is absolutely no one in my Golden Crow family who takes refuge in the human race!" Zhuo Yu shouted, his voice trembling, and the golden light in his eyes penetrated the space in front of Zhuo Tang.

At this glance, Zhuo Tang's entire body trembled, and the golden aura in his eyes immediately dissipated.

"His name is Han Muye, and he is the chief of the Hanshan tribe."

"It's the one who claims to be the first person to awaken the Golden Crow's bloodline in eight thousand years."

"Wu Chen enshrined that his bloodline may have awakened to the realm of the scorching sun."

Zhuo Tang's face was dull, and he whispered in his mouth, telling all the plans.

He sent someone to arrange for the young bird of the blue-eyed golden eagle.

Other things were done by Wu Chen.

It was also Wu Chen who blocked the Hanshan tribe and Muyang tribe from the camp at the beginning, saying that the Hanshan tribe is likely to rise within ten thousand years.

He also said that Han Muye was most likely to become the True Spirit Golden Crow.

"Wu Chen!" Zhuo Yu shouted in a low voice, turning his gaze to the old man in black robe standing beside Zhuo Tang.

"You are the traitor." Zhuo Yu's killing intent was concentrated.

The old man's complexion changed, he suddenly stepped out, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Zhuo Tang's neck, his face showed a cold and stern look.

"Patriarch Zhuo Yu, I am also thinking about the son."

"Now that things have failed, I just want to leave alive."

Wu Chen walked back slowly while talking.

Pressing on Zhuo Tang's neck with his hand, the people around him dared not make the slightest movement.

Anyway, Zhuo Tang is the son of Zhuo Yu's patriarch, the eldest son of Zhuo Yuan's clan.

He just took a few steps when his expression suddenly changed.

Behind Zhuo Yu, a golden golden crow appeared faintly.

Golden Crow True Spirit!

"What benefits did the human race give you?"

Zhuo Yu's words made Wu Chen's complexion turn pale and his whole body tremble.

Zhuo Yu shook his head and raised his hand.

Wu Chen raised his hand to block Zhuo Tang in front of him.

But he just made a move, and suddenly his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Under the true spirit, they are just ants."

Zhuo Yu's voice sounded behind him.

A ray of blood slashed down, and Wu Chen's body collapsed directly.

So what about the nine-level primordial spirit? In front of the true spirit, they are nothing more than ants.

"The eldest son, Zhuo Tang, has a vicious heart and cruelty to his fellow clan. If he can return to Zhuo Yuan's tribe alive in this battle, he will be imprisoned for 100,000 years and deprived of his position as the eldest son."

Zhuo Yu's voice sounded again.

He looked at the golden eagle in front of him with a long howl, rushing towards Han Muye desperately, and shook his head lightly: "Forget it, if this person survives, it's his luck."

"We have traitors here, and I'm not sure about this battle."

These words made the faces of the people around them dignified.

Who would have thought that when the decisive battle was about to be fought, he would only find out that there was a traitor in his army, and it was still in this decision-making place.

Needless to say, all the arrangements of the Golden Crow tribe may have been exposed.

"Alright, I, the Golden Crow, are good at fighting in an upright manner."

"Let them come."

The real spirit behind Zhuo Yu shines, revealing a golden light that people can't look directly at.

The golden light spread to the surroundings, as if breaking through the clouds of smoke.

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

Among the army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty tens of thousands of miles away, the golden light curtain directly shattered.

"Haha, Zhuo Yu finally found out." The golden-armored general laughed loudly and waved his hand.

"Go all out, fight!"

"war!"

"war!"

The sound of shouting soaring into the sky was heard, and one after another Yuanling rose up.

The neat army marched forward, roaring and mighty.

The war is just around the corner.

…

At this time, Han Muye's expression was calm, he punched and fought with the blue-eyed Jin Qiao who was crazily jumping down.

Every blow of the crazy golden eagle is only attacking but not defending. Its strong power and flames are intertwined, and it hits Han Muye.

speed, power.

In the extremely stable world of Great Wilderness, these two things are enough.

The golden eagle brought up endless golden phantoms in the midair, and every blow seemed to tear apart the heavens and the earth.

Below, everyone was staring at the sky, looking at that figure.

Under the shadow of endless golden light, this figure stood upright.

No matter how the golden eagle was culled, Han Muye's figure remained there.

As long as you pounce on it, you will punch it out.

"Breaking Heaven Fist, so this form is like this."

Below Han Ding showed excitement.

"Stay the same for ever-changing, the patriarch's boxing style has reached this level." Han Jin clenched his hands, only feeling shivering.

It was the realization of one's own strength, the excitement that made him unable to control it.

Han Muye's seemingly slow but extremely fast punching style suddenly enlightened him.

Countless members of the Hanshan tribe clenched their fists, their expressions constantly changing.

"Peng—"

Han Muye punched the golden eagle's wings, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

His spiritual sense is strong, and he can feel the dullness of the surrounding world.

He had once felt a trace of the original power of this world, and at this moment, this power was warning.

A strong enemy is coming.

Can't wait any longer!

Raising his hand, Han Muye clenched his fist.

"kill!"

With a low shout, it was the first time in a long time that he moved again.

The figure directly turned into a golden crow, and his fist turned into a swirling arc, like a meteor falling down.

"Peng—"

The crazy Golden Eagle's body was stunned, and it was hit on the wings by this punch.

Han Muye was one point faster.

He flickered, and his strength and momentum reached their peak.

Above the sky, the body of the Golden Crow, which was originally just fighting, was solid, and the golden flames shone.

At this moment, the Golden Crow overwhelmed the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle!

In the eyes of countless people, Han Muye's aura soared to the sky, and his fist was calm and powerful, hitting the blue-eyed golden eagle **** the neck.

"Peng!"

The golden eagle's body could no longer be controlled, and it fell downwards.

"Chirp—"

"Chirp—"

Golden Eagle roared in pain, and his figure seemed to swell.

"It's going to explode itself!"

"It's going to explode the Yuanling!"

In the distance, there was a sound of exclamation.

A strange beast of this level of cultivation exploded, and none of the Jinwu people below could survive.

Everyone looked at Han Muye in the sky.

What is he going to do?

save people?

It can't be saved.

Unless it is a true spirit realm.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to save people.

The only thing he can do is, probably, to back off.

Give up the ethnic group and save it alone.

If he didn't retreat, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

hard to decide!

"Patriarch, let's go!"

Han Yunhe shouted.

"Patriarch, let's go!"

Down below, all the clansmen of the Hanshan tribe shouted.

In Han Muye's eyes, a golden halo flickered.

Taking a deep breath, there is an uncontrollable force surging in him.

Raising his head, he looked at the Great Sun Golden Crow above his head.

"I understand a little bit."

"bright."

Haotian Golden Crow, in order to bring light to the Great Desolation, is willing to hang high above the nine heavens.

In the wilderness, there is its ethnic group and its blood.

Divine beasts, strange beasts, thousands of creatures, not all practice is for killing and destruction.

Just like the blue-eyed golden eagle in front of him, it was because of the death of the young golden eagle that came to look for him.

"bright."

Han Muye spoke softly.

He felt that the original power of this world gathered again.

Raising his hand, he turned this source of power into a golden ball of light.

The light cluster oscillated and slowly condensed into a golden light bead.

If this bead is refined, he will be able to step into the realm of true spirits.

But at this time, he did not refine the bead, but stretched out his hand and threw it.

The golden beads flew down and hit the falling blue-eyed golden eagle.

The beads directly melted into the body of the blue-eyed golden eagle, and the blue-eyed golden eagle trembled all over, with horror in its eyes.

Its figure is still falling, but its speed has slowed down a bit.

The golden light on it became more dignified and magnificent, as if it was about to explode.

In the eyes of outsiders, this golden eagle is about to explode its soul and body within a hundred breaths.

Many people whispered softly, with regret on their faces.

"That kid, didn't you leave?" On the chariot tens of thousands of miles away, the big man in green robe whispered softly.

The old man in black armor shook his head, and said calmly: "I'm not wise, as a superior, how can you be so indecisive?"

The big man in green robe nodded, then turned his head suddenly.

The strength that had been suppressed in him seemed to flash.

"Wanhua Immortal Dynasty is about to move!"

At some point, the vanguard of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty's army had arrived hundreds of miles away from where Han Muye and the others were fighting.

It was an army of 100,000 people, wearing black armor and holding spears in their hands.

These people hid their breath and slowly stood up.

In front, the leading general stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

"Ten breaths of preparation."

He gave a low drink.

After ten breaths, the golden eagle's body exploded, and the roaring sound and the vibration of the power of heaven and earth would cover up their attack.

Just wait ten breaths, that's enough.

All eyes were fixed on the golden ball of light in the sky.

Han Muye did not leave.

When the ball of light bursts, he will be buried with him.

"Om—"

In the void, there seemed to be a sense of the power of heaven and earth, shaking.

The army of Wanhua Xianchao pressed down, raised their spears in their hands, and gathered their energy and blood.

"boom-"

At this moment, the blue-eyed golden eagle wrapped in golden light suddenly rushed out, spread its wings, and turned into a stream of golden light.

flew away.

flew away?

flew away!

In the sky and on the ground, from far and near, everyone looked at this scene blankly.

How can it fly away?

They are already about to explode their bodies and spirits, how can they fly away at this level?

Zhuo Yu looked solemn, and looked up into the distance.

Those scattered ethnic groups also turned their heads suddenly.

The big man and the old man on the chariot stood up and looked forward.

A series of long spears straddled the sky, flying down towards Zhuo Yu's position with roaring and whistling.

If the golden eagle's body exploded at this time, causing the power of heaven and earth to vibrate, perhaps the sound and traces of these spears flying down would be covered up.

But the golden eagle flew away now.

The golden eagle flew away, and the sky was no longer covered by golden light or sound.

The spear flew down, roaring, and the traces were too obvious.

The face of the general standing in front of the vanguard army of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty twitched, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Chong—"

If you can't sneak attack, you can only rush!

Even if you must die, you must rush!

"Hmph, cunning human race." Zhuo Yu snorted coldly and waved his hand.

Behind him, countless phantoms of Golden Crow Yuanling emerged.

The power of the Golden Crow connects and turns into a golden light curtain.

"Peng—"

All the spears were blocked, and only a few spears flew down.

"kill-"

In the distance, the sound of shouting came.

"war!"

Zhuo Yu shouted loudly.

The war started directly.

The surrounding ethnic groups who had watched the battle before were all dumbfounded.

Why did so many Jinwu people come all of a sudden?

Why did the human race have a large army coming?

The war just now hasn't really ended yet, so why is there already an unimaginable war here?

"Go!"

Many people ran in panic.

"escape!"

Countless people exclaimed.

Standing in mid-air, Han Muye turned his head to look at the stretching Golden Crow army, his body was calm, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the human army's rushing.

】

Is this the biggest danger you sensed just now?

Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

The army is coming to a decisive battle with the Jinwu clan participating in the hunt.

Looking at the tens of thousands of Golden Crow army, and looking at the scattered fleeing tribes around, Han Muye flew up.

"Come with me!"

The blood on his body condensed and he shouted loudly.

Down below, the Hanshan tribe, Muyangshan tribe, and other scattered tribes followed him and rushed in another direction.

It's no big deal that the Golden Crow's army is less than one branch of Hanshan.

Whether it is Hanshan tribe or Muyangshan tribe, this kind of ethnic power can only be suppressed in such a big war, and eventually shattered.

That being the case, it is better to lead your own group away.

Anyway, when he accepted the call-up order, Zhuo Yuan refused him.

Roaring and colliding, the power of heaven and earth is chaotic.

Going against the trend, Han Shanbu and Muyang Shanbu behind him were inseparable.

There are also more and more fragmented ministries gathered.

When he retreated thousands of miles away, nearly 500,000 people from all ethnic groups had already gathered behind him.

At this time, even thousands of miles away, you can still see the fighting on the battlefield of the army over there.

The power of heaven and earth drawn by the millions of Golden Crows, and the light of the Golden Crow shone brightly.

The human army is the darling of the heaven and earth, and it is even more radiant when it is surrounded and blessed by the power of the heaven and earth here.

Between the sky and the earth, golden light and silver light staggered, as if the entire sky and the earth were shaking.

Han Muye stood in midair, with the Golden Crow Yuanling emerging from behind.

His face was serious.

The human race is too strong.

The Jinwu tribe is extremely tyrannical, but before the human army, they can only be divided slowly.

No matter how the Golden Crow army changes, it seems that the movement has long been controlled by the human race.

"Is there an early investigation, or is there a traitor?"

Looking at the ever-changing phantom and divine light over there, Han Muye whispered softly.

When they received the summoning order before, someone obstructed it.

Could it be that the traitor was acting at that time?

"kill-"

An army of ten thousand people rushed forward.

In the distance, there are human armies in various formations spreading out in all directions.

This is driving away the surrounding ethnic groups and those strange beasts.

Behind Han Muye, the army that had just gathered began to retreat.

There is simply no way these people can be cohesive.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

There was a fighting spirit in him.

In the distance, the army of the Golden Crow seems to have been slowly divided and surrounded.

This time, the human race has at least five million troops.

With five times the power, plus those battle arrays and armored weapons, as well as sufficient battle equipment, the Golden Crow can only wait to be slaughtered slowly.

"Jin Yutao, if you have the ability to fight with the patriarch!"

In the void, Zhuo Yu's voice resounded.

A huge golden crow phantom condensed and fluttered its wings above the sky.

The Golden Crow of the Great Sun in the sky seems to be shining with it.

"War?" A contemptuous voice sounded.

"Zhuo Yu, the patriarch of your little Jinwu Zhuo Yuan Clan, what qualifications do you have to challenge this Marquis?"

"This Marquis has an army of tens of millions. Killing you is like crushing an ant."

"Challenge this Marquis, you deserve it too!"

The sound boomed, like thunder.

The surrounding human army shouted and responded to each other.

The aura of the Jinwu tribe was completely suppressed.

Looking at it this way, the defeat of the Golden Crow clan is already set.

"Patriarch, what to do!"

Han Dingyi's shout came from below.

In front, several human armies surrounded them, and if they didn't leave, they couldn't leave.

In the distance, the human army has slowly encircled Zhuo Yuan's troops, and they were besieged to death.

"What do you want me to do?" Han Muye looked up at the big sun in the sky.

The light of the great sun still shines, unchanged.

Also, the great wilderness has seen countless thousands of years, the world has changed, the rise and fall of tribes, and the great day has seen too many.

"Or, if it were you, what would you do?" whispering again, Han Muye lowered his head.

His own tribe, the other Jinwu tribe.

Chaos in the wilderness.

"boom-"

In the distance, the Golden Crow transformed by Zhuo Yu was entangled by three golden streamers.

Three true spirit realm powerhouses!

Not only these three, but also another real Golden Crow master who followed Zhuo Yu, and two half-step true spirit powerhouses, were surrounded by several times the human race masters.

This is still the case that the human masters are not all out.

Han Muye could see that among the streaks of golden light, there were lights of various spells and weapons.

The human race is best at controlling the power of heaven and earth, and using the essence of all things to condense it for their own use.

The blood of the Golden Crow is indeed powerful.

Zhigang Zhiyang, strong and powerful.

If it is one-on-one, the Golden Crow can crush the masters of the human race.

But there is no chance of one-on-one at this time.

The human race encircled directly, all of them were besieged and killed.

"Patriarch, let's go—"

A loud shout resounded throughout the world, and a strong Jinwu tribe who was at least at the peak of the ninth level of Yuanling was knocked into the air by a blow, and then his body turned into a strong flame.

Self-destruct.

Together with the Yuan Ling, the physical body turned into the Golden Crow and Lieyang.

The flaming light ball rushed forward, and all the besieging humans dodged and made way.

This person used his own life to open up a way for Zhuo Yu to escape.

Han Muye raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

He could feel that at the moment when the strong man of the Golden Crow clan blew himself up, there was an undetectable tremor above the great sun in the sky.

This kind of vibration is so small that outsiders can't feel it at all.

Han Muye could only comprehend the origin of heaven and earth by himself.

"kill-"

Zhuo Yu didn't hesitate, the Golden Crow's wings spread out and rushed towards the open road.

No one can stand in his way.

The powerhouses of the Golden Crow tribe in the true spirit realm really erupted, and their power was unstoppable.

"Zhuo Yu, you can go, leave all your people to me." In the void, the voice of the general in charge of the human race sounded.

As the words fell, the power of heaven and earth surged in the surrounding void.

The human army formation changed rapidly, the surrounding battle circle tightened, and the previously divided Golden Crow people were constantly squeezed into space.

strangle!

As the leader of the human race said, if Zhuo Yu can leave, the rest of the Golden Crow must stay.

"Om—"

Among the three true spirit masters who besieged and killed Zhuoyu, one separated and rushed towards the Golden Crow true spirit master who was following Zhuoyu.

Obviously, apart from Zhuo Yu, none of the other members of the Golden Crow tribe could leave.

The Golden Crow transformed by Zhuo Yu flew hundreds of miles away, and suddenly stopped.

"call-"

On Jinwu's body, a strong flame rose.

Great Sun Golden Crow Divine Flame!

Although this divine flame is thin, it has the blazing heat that burns the world.

With blazing flames, Jin Wu directly turned his head and rushed into the battle formation again.

The battle circle of the human race moved aside, and the Golden Crow entered it again.

In the sky, the long smile of the leading general of the human race came.

The battle formation slowly rotated, neither fast nor slow, turning into a copper wall and an iron wall.

The Golden Crow clan is over.

The surrounding tribes sighed and shook their heads as the rabbit died and the fox grieved.

If Zhuo Yu leaves, these Jinwu tribe will be exterminated as well.

But if Zhuo Yu didn't leave and eventually died here, it would be difficult for these groups of the Golden Crow to survive.

"Zhuo Yu, this Marquis has already issued a hunting order, as long as you die, there will be countless hunters overwhelming the sky to exterminate your Golden Crow clan."

"If other ethnic groups can capture your garrison, my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty will also reward you."

"Pillions, weapons, spiritual materials, whatever you want."

Shouts echoed across the sky.

Obviously, this was to dismantle the fighting spirit of the besieged Jinwu tribe.

At the same time, these words were also spoken to the scattered ethnic groups around them.

The reward from the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty will make many people tempted.

"kill-"

At this time, in front of the hill where Han Muye and the others were, groups of human troops had arrived.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the golden battle gun appeared.

The Hanshan tribe and Muyangshan tribe behind him also gathered, and the power of the Golden Crow surged.

"Haha, brother, I came at the right time, right?"

At this moment, Han Muye let out a long laugh behind him.

Mu Changkong!

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

"boom-"

A 500-foot-tall golden crow phantom crashed down.

Surrounded by a golden stream of light, the golden crow's phantom flapped its wings, and a stream of flames swept down.

That is the Great Sun Golden Crow Divine Flame, the strongest flame that can burn through the heavens and the earth.

Before the flames, the human army was directly reduced to fly ash.

"withdraw-"

Half of the remaining soldiers fled in panic, and the formation collapsed immediately.

Who would have thought that there would be the true spirits of the Golden Crow tribe outside this large formation?

true spirit.

At this time, Mu Changkong had stepped into the Realm of True Spirit.

"Woo-"

In the large formation in the distance, a horn sounded.

A 100,000-strong army came in formation, and a strong human race who was also in the realm of true spirits stepped into the air.

"Muye, take the clansmen away." Mu Changkong said in a deep voice with a solemn expression.

He has only just broken through, and it is difficult to control the power of the True Spirit Realm. There is no chance of winning in the face of a strong man of the same level.

But he can block the opponent, block the 100,000 troops.

"Brother Mu, go and invite the experts from the Iron Winged Dragon Clan and Silver Moon Flood Dragon Clan to fight."

Han Muye's voice suddenly sounded.

"Tell them that I have a method to improve the bloodlines of their two races."

Increased bloodline!

Both the Iron Winged Dragons and the Silver Moon Flood Dragons are of the bloodline of the divine beast Canglong, but the power of their bloodlines has solidified, and it is basically impossible to return to their ancestors.

What the two clans have been looking for all along is to enhance the bloodline strength of their own family group.

If the promise is made on this condition, the masters of the two races may really agree.

Mu Changkong nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Even if that's the case, I'm afraid it will be difficult to save Zhuo Yuan's tribe."

Inviting helpers can at most save lives, and the five million human army besieged and killed Zhuo Yuan's tribe, and no one could save them.

It is also impossible for the masters of the Iron Winged Dragon Clan and the Silver Moon Flood Dragon Clan to face the human army head-on.

Han Muye also knew.

unless-

Turning his head, he looked up at the sky.

"stop-"

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Baizhang body, golden light radiates.

Realm of the Spirit!

It was the golden eagle that Han Muye sent the original golden bead just now.

The real spirit realm is coming again!

The true spirit of the human race who was flying towards him stopped.

In the large formation of the human race in the distance, the big man in golden armor narrowed his eyes.

"Two true spirits?"

Farther away, on the chariot that had stopped, a strange look appeared on the face of the big man in green robe.

The old man in black armor behind him also frowned.

"Han Muye, chief of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe."

"This person, can it cause some variables?"

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