Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Zhu Rong is not dead!

The members of the Liaoyuan tribe under the altar were stunned for a moment, and then cheered excitedly.

Only Zhu Tian looked at Zhu Rong, who was covered in flames, and was a little flustered for a while.

"Here, what about this totem beast..."

Without the totem beasts, the Liaoyuan tribe would have no shelter, and they would have to face the intrusion of those powerful monsters.

In mid-air, Zhu Rong was a little confused at first, then he looked at the flames on his body and the dense flame marks on his body, and slowly clenched his fists.

"Roar--"

Looking up to the sky and roaring, a layer of flame brilliance shot up to the sky around him.

This brilliance is ten times stronger than the flame power of the totem beast before!

With his roar, the flames around Zhu Rong's body turned into a set of flame armor, condensing on his body.

His figure slowly descended, and the moment he stepped on the stone platform, a flame rose from the three lines below.

The flame that had been extinguished on the altar was lit again.

It wasn't until the flame rose that Zhutian breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was overjoyed.

"Zhu Rong!"

I don't know who shouted.

"Zhu Rong!"

"Zhu Rong—"

The clansmen under the altar danced and danced around the altar.

Zhu Rong waved his hands excitedly and walked up to Han Muye.

"Brother Han, I feel that I have a lot of memories, but..."

He can't express it.

The expressions of the prehistoric creatures are very straightforward and simple.

"It's all about the memory of flames, right?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Zhu Rong nodded.

"You first recall slowly, to understand the power of the flame, and control its rules." Han Muye said softly, holding a ball of golden flame in his palm.

The flames are constantly changing, sometimes turning into birds and sometimes into beasts.

The flame burst, like a cloud, and then condensed again, condensing into a golden spear.

In Zhu Rong's eyes, this flame is like a living thing, which can turn into anything.

These methods made his eyes clear.

"I, can I do the same?"

He clenched his fists and whispered softly.

Han Muye smiled and nodded, "That's natural."

...

The totem beast of the Liaoyuan tribe fell, but its power was inherited by Zhu Rong.

With the power of the totem beast, Zhu Rong naturally controls the rules of the flame, and the power to control the flame only needs simple practice, as if it is engraved in the bone and is smooth.

Zhu Rong practiced how to control the flame power by himself, and asked Han Muye if he didn't understand.

Han Muye walked into the stone house prepared for him by the Liaoyuan Tribe and practiced in seclusion.

When he first entered the Great Desolation, Han Muye felt a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

At this time of retreat, he has time to analyze in detail.

"If the guess is not wrong, then where did Honghuang come from..."

In his hand, a cosmic soldier spear emerged.

A trace of golden divine pattern shines on the battle gun.

When the energy and blood in Han Muye's body penetrated into the soldiers, the spear vibrated, causing the energy in the void to permeate.

Han Muye's eyes sparkled.

It really is the original power!

Same as the heavenly plane, complete original power!

Therefore, the original Great Desolation was also the same as the heavenly plane, an upper plane!

Only in this way can it explain why only the real body can enter the Honghuang Ruins Realm.

Although this place has been turned into a ruin world, its origin is still complete, and incomplete soul power cannot enter it at all.

What happened in the first place that caused the prehistoric world to fall from an upper plane, and finally reduced to an ordinary universe? Even finally turned into a ruin world?

Moreover, unlike the heavenly plane, the prehistoric world clearly suppressed all kinds of power to the limit.

The sky plane is just the opposite. All practitioners who enter it will not only not be suppressed in power, but even as long as the original source is intact, the power of various magical powers displayed will be many times stronger.

What's the point of this?

The secrets about the plane are too far away to find, but since the original power of the prehistoric world is intact, Han Muye can do more things.

Pieces of prehistoric and cosmic-level armor appeared around his body, lightly shining and rotating around his body, and layers of divine light emerged from them.

Supplement the source.

In this prehistoric plane, these armors are slowly replenishing the missing original power.

Letting these soldiers circle around by themselves, a flame rose in front of Han Muye.

A alchemy tripod appeared.

It's not Ziyang Ding, but the Immortal Treasure Dan Ding that hasn't been used for a long time.

A portion of the elixir fell in front of him, and a glare appeared in Han Muye's hands.

Alchemy.

Alchemy in the prehistoric and complete origin.

When portions of elixir were thrown into the cauldron, flames lingered, and the cauldron vibrated slightly, and all the surrounding original power was poured into the cauldron.

In front of Han Muye, the original power was shining and intertwined in the cauldron, constantly blending.

The cyan streamer represents life, the red one is the filling of vitality, the black one is the thick gold and iron, and the golden one is the bright sun...

"Om—"

The cauldron vibrated, and sapphire-colored elixir flew out one after another, and each elixir had a series of pale golden divine patterns on it.

A elixir with no shortage of origin.

No matter how poor the grade of this pill is, it still has a perfect source.

This kind of elixir is a treasure for those lower plane practitioners who lack the original power.

The treasure that replenishes the source.

Taking a elixir into the mouth, the melted medicinal power mixed with the original power scattered into the whole body, Han Muye smiled even more.

Of the millions of powerhouses who opened the road to the sky last time and stepped into the heavenly plane, there are still a small number of them who are already intact.

After returning to the lower plane, it is not easy for them to improve and replenish their original power.

But with this elixir, it is easy. A elixir can be used as an introduction to practice, and it can be turned into the foundation of the perfect source.

"Om—"

The cauldron vibrated, and the elixir plants were sent into it again.

...

a month later.

On the altar, two figures staggered.

"Boom—"

The fist shadow condensed by the flames struck out, and Zhu Rong rushed forward to the indifferent Han Muye without hesitation.

The golden flaming fist turned into a lion in mid-air, and rushed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye pushed down the lion with a palm, and then kicked Zhu Rong's shoulder when he was rushing up, kicking him back to the original place.

Not only was Zhu Rong not annoyed, but he was even more excited. His flaming battle armor surged, golden flames swirled around his body, and a flaming spear in his hand transformed into a flaming spear, rushing towards Han Muye again.

It's a pity that Han Muye still crushed Zhu Rongshenzhou's flames with one palm, then smashed the flame spear in his hand with one punch, and then punched him in the chest.

Zhu Rong's body couldn't bear the punch and collapsed directly.

"ah--"

Among the clansmen watching the battle below, several people exclaimed.

Others are not surprised.

The shattered body of Zhu Rong turned into flames and condensed again three feet away.

The body of flame is immortal.

This is the source of the power of fire.

"Brother Han, can I come with you now?"

After a great battle, Zhu Rong proudly stepped down from the altar and looked at Han Muye beside him.

Han Muye told him to leave a few days ago, Zhu Rong wanted to be with him, but Han Muye refused.

Han Muye's reason is that Zhu Rong's strength is not enough.

That's how today's competition came about.

In this battle, although Zhu Rong was still completely at a disadvantage, he also showed strength not inferior to other beasts.

At this time, his combat power has surpassed the totem beast of the Liaoyuan tribe.

"If you follow me, what about the members of the Liaoyuan Tribe?" Han Muye looked around and asked.

Although these tribesmen have also practiced some exercises taught by Han Muye, their combat power has only slightly improved, and it is incomparable to the reborn Zhu Rong.

If Zhu Rong left, the Liaoyuan Tribe without the protection of the totem beast would have no idea what would happen.

"I, I want to take the tribe with me." Zhu Rong raised his head and looked into the distance, with a hint of hope and longing in his eyes.

"In the past, we never dared to think that we could go far away. Now, I want to take them to see far away."

The clansmen here were born in the wasteland, and most of them have never left for thousands of miles.

Most of them will die in the battle with monsters.

Even Zhu Rong himself never thought of going far away before.

Now that he has the power of flames, he dares to think about things that he didn't dare to think about before.

Take your own people to see it.

Han Muye turned his head to look at those Liaoyuan tribesmen who scattered to do their own things in the distance.

At the beginning, I walked from Tianxuan Xijiang to Zhongzhou, from Zhongzhou to Jiuchongtian, and finally entered the fairy world, and broke through the gods. Along the way, I was accompanied by many old friends.

These people may have obstacles to their own path of practice, but it is because of so many obstacles that they can go further.

Han Muye has always felt that the ruthless way of practice in the world is not suitable for him, and only the way of love can truly enable him to achieve supreme cultivation.

What Zhu Rong said was extremely simple.

It is this simple language, but reveals the true origin.

The source of practice.

Practice in the world is all driven by spirituality, otherwise it will eventually become ruthless and desireless, and will eventually dissolve and merge with the way of heaven.

The power of heaven in the prehistoric world is strong because of the support of this kind of sentient way, right?

Although he was not sure that his idea was correct, Han Muye decided to try.

"Okay, then let's stay here first, and I will refine some weapons to help your clansmen improve their combat power."

The people of the Liaoyuan tribe have good fighting power. With weapons and cultivation, they can deal with ordinary monsters.

If the human race in the wilderness had no fighting power at all, it would have perished long ago.

Zhu Rong was overjoyed to hear that Han Muye agreed to take the Liaoyuan tribe away.

What's more, Han Muye had to refine weapons.

Zhu Rong told his family members about this, and everyone was excited.

Zhu Tian brought a group of strong and strong clansmen, and brought the animal teeth, bones, and various ores that he had stored before to Han Muye.

Like the sky plane, these things are all inclusive origins, and they can be easily refined to exert their power.

With Zhu Rong's free labor, Han Muye asked Zhu Rong to melt those ores with the power of flames and continuously blend and refine them.

A group of clansmen who have nowhere to use their strength are forging with a hammer to forge rough embryos.

Zhu Tian and other clansmen who lacked strength were grinding animal teeth and bones.

The women do the polishing, binding, gluing.

All the procedures, the last step is handed over to Han Muye, let him draw the divine pattern.

After comprehending the flame divine pattern on the altar, Han Muye had a lot of speculations about other divine patterns of various attributes.

However, on these weapons, Han Muye did not try to portray other divine patterns, at most added some variants on them.

For example, on a thick-backed machete, after engraving three flame god patterns on the back of the blade, adding a wind attribute god pattern can triple the flame power on the long knife.

The bone-tooth arrow that depicts a flame god pattern, and a metal god pattern is carved on the arrow's tip, which can make it have stronger armor-piercing power.

These weapons may not be too strong in the prehistoric due to the suppression of heaven, but in the lower planes, each of them is a divine weapon.

Just the original divine pattern carved on it, each one is an existence that can destroy the world.

In three months, more than a hundred members of the entire Liaoyuan tribe had a weapon in hand.

Not only are there weapons, but there are even a few strange armors.

In the past, it wasn't that the members of the Liaoyuan Tribe didn't want to make these.

But life is difficult, everyone is hunting with all their strength, and there is no time to collect materials to make soldiers.

What's more, there is no means of refining, and there is no depiction of the god pattern. Such a weapon and armor are like paper in front of those monsters.

Now, with Zhu Rong alone, the food in the tribe can't be eaten up, and with Han Muye's hand to carve the divine pattern, the refined armor can increase and become stronger.

Outside Han Muye's stone house, Zhu Rong kept waving a hooked spear in his hand.

These weapons are not capable of exerting combat power by holding them in the hands, but also need to practice various tactics and skills.

Previously, Zhu Rong thought that as long as he had a weapon in hand, he could display a tyrannical combat power, but Han Muye taught him a few times, and finally came to learn how to fight obediently.

"Zhu Rong, people from the Huangyan tribe are here to ask for help!"

In the distance, a clansman with a big bow shouted.

Zhu Rong stopped the moves in his hands and ran away quickly.

After a while, he led a tall young man covered in blood to Han Muye's stone house.

"Brother Han, the Huangyan tribe was attacked by monsters, their contracted beasts were defeated, and their clansmen were killed and scattered."

With deep pain on his face, Zhu Rong spoke in a low voice.

The Huangyan tribe is five hundred miles away and has a good relationship with the Zhurong tribe.

Zhu Rong's mother was from the Huangyan tribe.

Han Muye looked at the Huangyan tribe who came to ask for help. His blood was surging and his blood was oozing from several wounds on his body. He saw that his source was being lost.

It's tough to get here.

Han Muye raised his hand a little, and a cyan streamer fell on this Huangyan tribe member.

Shrouded in light, the wounds on his body healed quickly.

This scene made the young man stunned, with a look of astonishment on his face.

What kind of magical method is this?

Han Muye popped out another cyan elixir and landed in front of Zhu Rong: "This elixir can replenish the source, otherwise he will die soon."

Zhu Rong hurriedly gave the elixir to the young man, but the young man didn't take it, he just gritted his teeth: "Zhu Rong, you want to save my Huangyan tribe, my father said, let our Huangyan tribe merge into your Liaoyuan tribe."

"Zhu Rong, my father is your uncle, you have to save him!"