Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Ever since Han Muye led the prehistoric world to condense the sea of ​​thunder, the catastrophe has reappeared in the prehistoric world.

If those divine beasts want to improve their cultivation, they must attract thunder from heaven.

Especially if you want to step into the level of the overlord of the beasts, you have to bathe in the sea of ​​thunder.

Other divine beasts may not need to trigger thunder calamity, but wood divine beasts need thunder to transform them.

In the past, there was no thunder calamity in Honghuang, so it was impossible for these wood-type beasts to have the power of action.

They can stand invincible in one place, but they have no way to send power and deterrence beyond their control.

Just like the divine animal of the wood attribute on Bu Zhou Peak, the overlord of the prehistoric level, but it can only control Bu Zhou Peak and cannot leave Mount Bu Tai.

"boom--"

Lightning from heaven and earth descended, and countless lightning lights locked the body of the tree.

The branches trembled, the branches and leaves surged and danced.

A green figure appeared at the position of the big tree.

This is the appearance of a woman, wearing a green dress, with loose long hair and a pale complexion.

Even the overlord level of divine beasts will consume a lot during the thunder calamity.

After going through the thunder calamity and turning into a human being, the woman twisted her lower body unaccustomed to it.

"boom--"

A rock was smashed into pieces when the woman lifted it casually.

Power control is not yet proficient.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Zhu Rong, and smiled lightly.

Holding a spear in his hand, Zhu Rong yelled loudly and rushed towards the woman in the green skirt.

Zhu Rong's body was surrounded by blood and flames that penetrated the sky.

The woman's complexion tightened, and she retreated backwards.

Two figures chased and fled on Bu Zhou Peak, causing the surrounding sky and earth to vibrate.

Han Muye stood where he was, and slowly raised his head to look into the distance.

"boom--"

A phantom shattered the barrier between heaven and earth and rushed towards Bu Zhoufeng.

The golden-red figure had a long and sharp howl.

Han Muye moved and stood in front of the figure.

He raised his hand, holding a long sword in his palm, and the edge of the sword was lightly tapped.

"when--"

The figure who bumped into him stepped back, revealing his figure.

A golden-red flying bird, no more than half a foot in size, with a faint flame emitting from its wings.

"The overlord of the prehistoric world, the magpie that weighs the clouds and the sky." Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, "It is said that the speed and flame are in harmony, and there is no beast in the world that can catch up."

He pointed at the sword Qingfeng in his hand, with a smile on his face: "You want to save that Qingtianmu? See if you can pass my test."

Qingtianmu is a spiritual tree in the prehistoric world, and the wood is a divine beast made by gathering the essence of the world, which is the tree on Bu Zhou Peak.

Chongyun Tianmagpie eats Qingtian leaves, which can be regarded as feeding and growing up.

"boom--"

Behind Han Muye, Qing Tianmu, who had just survived the thunder tribulation, was chased and beaten by Zhu Rong, rolling between the mountains.

Having survived the thunder tribulation and turned into a human form, Qing Tianmu is still unable to skillfully control his own power for the time being.

Zhu Rong's attack now is considered invincible.

However, Zhu Rong has not yet reached the overlord level. If Qing Tianmu controls his own power, he may not be an opponent.

"call out--"

Chongyun Tianmagpie screamed angrily, and his figure turned into a phantom again.

Only the phantom appeared, and a sword light was already resisting it.

"when--"

The long beak collided with the sword's edge, and Chongyun Tianmagpie's figure reappeared in its original place.

At this time, the divine beast at the prehistoric overlord level was already furious, and his figure moved, turning into a human image wearing a red robe and a golden face.

With a blue-gray long sword in his hand, the golden-masked figure turned into a red whirlwind, rushing directly towards Han Muye.

On the long sword, the edge of the sword surged, arousing the power of the surrounding heaven and earth to turn into wind.

Speed ​​and flame condense into a fire tornado.

With a smile on his face, Han Muye stood where he was, with one hand behind his back, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

In the prehistoric world, is there anyone who will compete with him?

The blade twisted lightly.

"Boom—"

The fire tornado collapsed directly.

This sword stunned the golden-masked man who rushed in front of him.

Han Muye flicked the sword in his hand, and there was a cyan streamer flashing on the edge of the sword.

The sword in the golden-masked man's hand collided with Han Muye's sword, the blade trembled, and could only follow Han Muye's long sword.

"Stab—"

The long sword in the golden-masked man's hand flew out, and the golden mask covering his face was sliced ​​open by the sword in Han Muye's hand.

With a fair face and big eyes full of horror, she looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

No wonder he was so impatient.

"boom--"

Behind Han Muye, half of Bu Zhoufeng was trembling.

That was Zhu Rong's energy and blood and the power of flames, which suppressed the power of the wood attribute of Qingtianmu, and caused the rocks to collapse with all his strength.

The girl standing in front of Han Muye gritted her teeth: "If my Aunt Qing gets hurt, my Chongyun clan will be incompatible with your human clan!"

As soon as the words fell, his body moved and turned into a bird again, rushing towards Bu Zhoufeng.

Han Muye shook his head and raised his palm.

On his arm, Kunpeng's summoning divine pattern vibrated slightly, and a golden stream of divine pattern emerged.

The moment the divine pattern appeared, Chongyun Tianmagpie's figure was imprisoned in place.

"Om—"

Chongyun Tianmagpie, who was originally half a foot tall, turned the void around his body into an illusion, and then his body swelled.

The body of a huge black-red bird with a height of one hundred feet and two wings spread out to three hundred feet is revealed.

This is the real body of Chongyun Tianmagpie.

"boom--"

Staring at Han Muye, the giant bird's wings patted heavily.

With this blow, the world within a radius of a hundred miles instantly turned into fiery red.

The power of the fire veins converged and condensed into a flame hammer, which smashed down on Han Muye's head.

This is the real power of the prehistoric overlord.

Even if the prehistoric world is terribly stable at this time, this blow can still arouse the power of the world and shake the void.

If it was in another universe, just a single blow with wings could collapse the entire universe!

Han Muye looked up at the golden giant hammer above his head.

This is the fusion of the source of the flame and the power of the wind veins. If there is not enough source of power to resist, the body will shatter in an instant when it is pressed down by the giant hammer.

Fortunately, he is no stranger to the origin of flames.

Raising his hand, a golden flame appeared on his palm.

The golden flame directly turned into a ring of fire around his body, blocking the giant hammer above his head.

"Om—"

The giant hammer vibrated and pressed ten feet above Han Muye's head, even if it was the source that moved the surrounding world thousands of miles away, it couldn't advance an inch.

The giant bird with its wings spread roared, trying to gather more power.

Han Muye slowly opened his palm.

"Om—"

A large purple-gold tripod appeared.

The Ziyang cauldron that has not been used for a long time.

The moment the Ziyang Cauldron appeared, Chongyun Tianmagpie trembled all over, and the flame it controlled lost control directly.

"boom--"

The giant hammer collapsed and turned into a ball of golden flame, which was sucked into it by Ziyang Cauldron.

A new group of divine flames entered Ziyang Cauldron.

Chongyun Tianmagpie trembled all over, spread its wings and wanted to escape, but the golden halos on the Ziyang Cauldron turned into snares, enveloping its body.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape.

"I can directly refine you into the cauldron and turn it into the merits of the divine flame." Han Muye put his hands behind his back and his eyes fell on the Chongyun Tianmagpie.

Chongyun Tianmagpie struggled, but the snare became tighter and tighter.

A prehistoric overlord was held in chains like this, unable to escape.

This is the means of the Seven Supreme Treasures.

This is also the level of Han Muye's current combat power. An ordinary prehistoric overlord is not enough for him.

"boom--"

Behind him, half of Bu Zhoufeng collapsed.

Qingtianmu, who was wearing an emerald green dress, flew down in front of Han Muye, with messy clothes.

"I, I am willing to surrender, you let Xiaoyun go."

Looking at Han Muye, Qing Tianmu spoke in a low voice.

A prehistoric overlord surrendered loudly.

Han Muye didn't answer, but turned to look at Zhu Rong who was covered in flames.

With a strong fighting spirit on his face, Zhu Rong looked at Qing Tianmu and grinned: "It doesn't matter whether you surrender or not, I will make you surrender one day."

Han Muye shook his head, it seemed that challenging such an overlord as Qing Tianmu aroused Zhu Rong's fighting spirit.

However, without the support of the army, Zhu Rong still has a long way to go to defeat the Overlord.

Han Muye slowly retracted the flame snare, Chongyun Tianmagpie took human form and stood beside Qingtianmu.

"Aunt Qing, are you okay, come with me, I will take you back to the clan."

Holding Qing Tianmu's arm, Chongyun Tianmagpie spoke in a low voice.

Qing Tianmu shook his head and looked around.

"This is my home, I will not leave Butai Mountain."

"As long as the human race promises not to harm the mythical beasts of Butai Mountain, I can help you control the creatures here."

Qing Tianmu's eyes turned to Han Muye.

That's a nice proposition.

Han Muye knew that Qingtian Mu Nai became her overlord in Mount Butai, and this was her foundation, if she left, her strength would be greatly reduced.

So he doesn't want to leave.

"Okay, Mount Butai can be handed over to you, but our human race needs to open a road in Mount Butai, leading to the hinterland of the prehistoric."

Han Muye looked forward and spoke loudly.

As long as they get through Mount Butai, the human race on the wasteland can truly step into the ranks of the powerful races in the wilderness.

Qingtianmu looked around with a complex expression, and nodded.

The Mount Bu Tai after today is no longer the Mount Bu Tai that was controlled by the beasts in the past.

From now on, the real masters of Mount Bu Tai will be the human race.

Who would dare to believe that the weakest human race in the prehistoric world could become the master of Mount Bu Tai.

Looking up at Han Muye in front of him, a trace of fear flashed in Chong Yuntianmagpie's eyes.

The strength shown by this one is too strong, and he has no real effort to deal with himself.

"Honghuang, it has really changed..."

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Putting down Mount Butai is the first step for the people in the wasteland.

When Zhu Rong and Han Muye returned with an army of 100,000 and announced that Mount Butai had surrendered, countless cheers rang out.

Zhu Rong glanced at the cheering crowd around him, and looked at Han Muye: "Master Han, what should we do next?"

His words made the strong men of the Liaoyuan tribe around them also turn their heads.

The wasteland is unified, but Mount Tai is subject to surrender, so is it necessary to walk out of the wasteland?

Outside the wilderness, it is said that it is the real essence of the wilderness.

It is said that outside the wasteland, there are not only groups of gods and beasts, but also human races who surrender to the gods and beasts, and they have built cities one after another.

The Liaoyuan Tribe also has a small number of caravans that go through the wasteland and Mount Butai to trade in those prehistoric hinterlands.

When they came back, they all said that the prosperity outside the wasteland is not comparable to the wasteland.

Even if the refining items they brought back were rougher than those in the wasteland, those divine patterns were no different from those in the wasteland, but the quality and level of spiritual materials were indeed not comparable to those in the wasteland.

Those spirit mines that need to be fought over in the wasteland and are not willing to be used are said to be everywhere outside the wasteland.

Bring out all kinds of refining materials and weapons from the wasteland, and the ethnic groups over there just look for some spiritual materials and trade them.

Those spiritual materials are of great value in the wasteland.

This is a gap in resources.

As long as they pass through Mount Butai, the army on the wasteland can appear in the hinterland of the prehistoric wasteland to occupy those places full of spiritual materials and mines.

Everyone looked at Han Muye with anticipation in their eyes.

Han Muye shook his head.

"Our strength is not enough."

He knew that the Liaoyuan Tribe wanted to rush out of the wasteland, but beyond the wasteland was the place controlled by those groups of divine beasts.

The last time at Mount Wuliang, it was only by relying on the souls of the millions of divine beasts in the Divine Killing Spear that they repelled the group of divine beasts.

Now, once the Liaoyuan tribe's army stepped out of Butai Mountain, there would inevitably be countless groups of divine beasts, as well as human armies from all sides waiting.

"Let's build a city." Han Muye looked around, and his eyes fell on Butai Mountain, "Open a road, the stones on Butai Mountain can just be used to build a city."

"The wasteland needs a real human city."

It is no longer suitable for the wilderness people to live in tribes.

The method of refining weapons, the method of alchemy, and various methods of improving cultivation under Han Muye's control can be shared.

Also, the origins of the millions of beasts scattered into the world, and the imprints of the souls were reincarnated, and most of them would become human races in the wasteland.

Give these reincarnated souls some time so that they can retrieve their past memories.

In this way, there will be more strong people from the prehistoric human race.

That was the time when the wilderness people came out of Butai Mountain.

"Built the city?"

Zhu Rong turned his head to look around, nodded and said, "It is time to build a city that belongs to us."

...

Liaoyuan City.

This is the name of the first city in the wasteland.

Thirty million strong human races were recruited to build the city while training the battle formation.

They need to send out their war cavalry, charge into Butai Mountain and make a dash, and then mine huge stones and bring them back thousands of miles away.

The avenue of hundreds of feet wide, rushing back and forth.

The city wall piled up with huge stones is ten feet high.

The huge city wall with a radius of three hundred miles, and the square blocks in the city.

There are no ordinary people in the block.

Only divine pattern masters, priests, and those who are strong in battle are eligible to live in Liaoyuan City.

Every stone in the city is engraved with divine patterns.

Some of these divine patterns were engraved by divine pattern masters and priests for their own comprehension, and more were taught by Han Muye, differentiated from the heaven and earth avenue.

These heaven and earth gods can make the city more stable. It can almost be said that even the gods and beasts at the level of the prehistoric overlord cannot destroy the city.

This city has been built for twenty years.

In the past twenty years, thousands of small cities have been built on the wasteland.

During the twenty years on the wasteland, the human race multiplied, tamed the monsters, and the human race grew to more than 300 million.

Among them, at least 50,000 human races reincarnated from divine beasts have recovered their memory, practiced again, and almost possessed the power of the original divine beast level.

It's just that such power is not enough to look at in the face of today's battle formation.

It's just a beast, can it withstand a thousand-man battle formation?

Even the high-level beasts can't.

Wearing battle armor, armed with soldiers, forming a battle formation, invincible.

This is the Liaoyuan Tianbing.