Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The light from the flames grew brighter.

When Han Muye drove the wolf to the hill, he saw the situation below.

A group of people.

Hundreds of human races wearing animal skins of various colors gathered around a stone altar, singing and dancing, roaring with joy.

There was a pale golden flame on the stone platform, and several roasted beasts.

These human races are tall and tall, with animal teeth or bones hanging on their bodies.

From Han Muye's point of view, these animal teeth and bones and even the animal skins worn on his body are the fur, tendons and bones of all kinds of powerful monsters.

His eyes fell on the golden flame.

The flame's heat, durability, and display of agility are already close to divine flames.

"Woo--"

The wolf looked at the flame, sobbing softly, with a trace of tension in his eyes.

The wolf whimpered, and the jubilant human race in the distance stopped and turned their heads.

"drink--"

An old man shouted, and all the humans over there were waving to Han Muye.

Han Muye pushed his legs, Canglang reluctantly ran towards the crowd.

Running close to the altar, the wolf was wandering hundreds of feet away, never approaching again.

It seems that the wolf has suffered a big loss in front of the owner of this flame.

Han Muye jumped off the wolf and strode towards the flames.

The closer he got to the flame, the more intense he could feel it.

A suppressed blood force began to surge in him.

"Golden Crow?"

This group of flames actually contained the power of the Golden Crow.

It's just because the blood power is too thin, Han Muye didn't sense it before.

In the final analysis, the suppressing power of the heavenly dao in the wilderness is too strong, and it has too much influence on the power of the soul and fairy.

As Han Muye walked forward, the flame seemed to sense the pure Golden Crow blood power in him, and began to vibrate continuously.

The white-haired old man who invited Han Muye to come turned his head to look at the flame, then at Han Muye, with excitement on his face, raised his hands, and shouted "haha" to Han Muye.

Others also shouted, and then danced along.

For a while, there was joy again before the altar.

Han Muye walked forward slowly, his eyes fell on the long bone staff held in the hand of the white-haired old man.

He reaches out.

The old man hesitated, and slowly handed the bone staff to Han Muye.

The other people around were all puzzled, staring at the bone staff that had been polished to a faint glare as it fell into Han Muye's hand.

The bone staff sank slightly, revealing a faint heat.

Infused with spiritual power, Han Muye saw light and shadow images one after another.

"The prehistoric human race."

"Survive with the help of various divine beasts."

"Worship the power of fire, fear the power of heaven and earth, and be brave and fearless."

Watching the life-and-death fights in the screen, Han Muye felt a little emotional.

This is the human race.

It is different from those monster races who follow their instincts, nor is it a divine beast with physical strength and strong original strength.

There is no tyrannical strength, but there is an unyielding soul.

There is no strong individual, but they know how to cooperate, learn, grow the group step by step, and unite and inherit.

In the picture, there are people who continue to test and pursue, and finally control the power of fire. Some people are unyielding, forging gold and iron, and finally create a weapon with powerful combat power.

This bone staff was crafted by a craftsman in a certain ethnic group, and it took several years to polish it.

Han Muye caressed with his palm, pressing on the three horizontal stripes on the bone stick.

This is the divine pattern that the human race in the prehistoric world perceives.

Visualize the power of heaven and earth directly, induce the power of heaven and earth to add to the body, and then gather it into the pattern of divine power rules.

Because the power of heaven and earth in the prehistoric world is too strong, to the extent that they can be sensed and comprehended through visualization, it will give the human race a chance to control the divine pattern.

Sending the bone staff back, Han Muye looked solemn.

"My name is Han Muye, and I come from afar."

His voice has a vague tone, but it is the voice of the prehistoric that he understood from the bone stick.

The language in the prehistoric world has less twists and turns, and more of a straight tone and a confused tone.

"Welcome, guest from afar." The old man who took back the bone staff bowed slightly, "Welcome to the Liaoyuan Clan."

The old man said, turned around and shouted a few times.

Those clansmen hurriedly dispersed, and two tall and strong clansmen stepped onto the altar, tore off large pieces of meat that had been roasted thoroughly, and brought them to Han Muye.

This is the etiquette among the ethnic groups, take out your own food and share it with guests from afar.

Han Muye reached out to take the meat, tore a piece and put it in his mouth.

The fiery meat entrance, with the enthusiasm of burning the taste buds.

It's a special feeling.

His gaze fell on the altar, and Han Muye showed a strange expression on his face.

It's not the strength of the flames, nor is it the power contained in the meat.

All of this is because it came from the prehistoric, from the power of heaven and earth.

The fire between heaven and earth roasts the food between heaven and earth, this is the origin, this is the rule.

In this mouthful of meat, there are some avenues and rules.

Originally in the world of practice, in those universes, only the top experts can comprehend the rules of practice, but in this prehistoric world, it is so straightforward and simple.

From the avenue to the simplicity.

Feeling the original power piercing his intestines, Han Muye raised his hand, took off his clothes and robe, and gave it to the big man who gave him the meat.

The big man took the robe, grinned happily and put it on.

It's just that I don't know how to wear the clothes, and the animal skins on my body are fluffy, so I can't put on the clothes for a while.

This caused the surrounding clansmen to laugh.

Han Muye stepped forward, took off the animal skin on his body, helped put on his clothes, and tied the robe with a gold belt.

After this rectification, the big man's figure was less rough than before, and he looked a little more regular.

The big man waved his sleeves and patted Han Muye's shoulder with a smile.

"My name is Zhu Rong, and you will be my brother from now on."

...

The Liaoyuan tribe has a total of more than 230 people, all of whom have lived in the wasteland for generations.

It is said that they have lived here for generations, but in fact they do not know where they came from, and then migrated here step by step.

Human races in the prehistoric are all like this.

Live as you please.

It's not that they don't want to build a long-term residence, it's just that there are too many powerful beasts in the wild.

Maybe in a big battle, hundreds of thousands of miles and millions of miles will be reduced to ruins.

It is also possible that the divine beasts or strange beasts that sheltered them did not know when they were killed because of their defeat, and they had to flee.

Sitting around the altar, Han Muye ate the meat torn from the altar while listening to Zhu Rong and the others tell about the life of the Liaoyuan tribe.

The only sharp bone knife in the group is in Zhu Rong's hand, and now he is helping Han Muye break down pieces of meat.

Surrounded by a group of young children, they reached out to touch the robe Zhu Rong was wearing from time to time, not even the steaming meat could attract them.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the altar in front of him.

There is no combustion-supporting object under the altar, and the flames emerge out of thin air.

But this is impossible.

Even if it is a divine flame, it either burns by its own power, or burns with some kind of object attached to it.

Burning out of thin air, this violates the rules of origin.

Seeing Han Muye glance around, Zhu Rong showed a smug expression on his face.

On the side, holding a bone stick, an old man named Zhutian stretched out his finger and pointed at the flame, and said in a low voice: "There, there is a mark left by the Great Divine Beast."

The mark of the beast.

Han Muye stood up, stepped out, and landed on the altar.

Blazing flames rose, and the surging heat seemed to turn him into ashes.

From this angle, he finally saw that under the flames, there were three traces drawn diagonally.

Staring at the scratch, Han Muye's body was filled with suppressed flame power surging.

Divine pattern.

This is the divine pattern that contains the power of fire.

In Honghuang, this represents rules and power.

He stretched out his hand and waved it down in the air.

In front of him, three traces of flames flashed away.

"Brother Han, you, are you a divine pattern master?"

"This is the power that only priests can control!"

Divine pattern masters and priests are both human races who control the power of divine patterns.

The former is one's own comprehension, and can transform it into a divine pattern, and then engrave it on various weapons or animal bones.

The bone stick in Zhutian's hand was made by a divine pattern master.

As for the priest, with the help of the power of the beast worshiped by the clan, he can also control the divine pattern.

A powerful priest can even control divine beasts.

When Han Muye rode the alien beast wolf before, he was welcomed because he was mistaken for a priest by Zhutian and others.

The members of the Liaoyuan tribe around the altar stood up, excitedly staring at the slowly dissipating halo in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye in front of him also has the power of a divine tattoo master or a priest.

The strong are respected and treated with courtesy, this is a truth that does not change anywhere.

Han Muye looked at the brilliance of the flames that dissipated in front of him, his eyes flickered.

He could feel the changes and movements of the power of heaven and earth when the horizontal stripes appeared.

This feeling can only be felt in a place where the power of heaven and earth, such as Honghuang, is about to materialize.

This is the trajectory of the essence of power, pure and simple, but the real source.

No wonder the beasts that came out of the prehistoric are extremely powerful. They can feel the display and application of the original power with every gesture. How can they not be strong?

"Om—"

When the streamer in front of Han Muye disappeared, there was a loud sound from the mountains in the distance.

A big golden bird spread its wings.

Below the altar, all the members of the Liaoyuan tribe raised their heads, their faces even more excited.

"Priest!"

"The priest summoned the totem beast!"

"The Divine Fire Totem is here!"

call.

Inspired by the power of the flame above the altar, the totem beast can be summoned. This is the priest.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the big bird that spread its wings.

Divine beast, but the strength of the cultivation base has not yet reached the real strength of the divine beast, so it can only be said to be a half-step divine beast.

The power of the bloodline has the power of the Golden Crow, but it is impure and very heterogeneous.

"call out--"

The big bird was extremely fast, and within a few wings it was outside the tribe.

With a flash in mid-air, the big bird suddenly opened its mouth, and a ball of flames flew down from its mouth and spit out.

The flames fell on the wolf that Han Muye was riding.

The wolf, who was already extremely nervous, trembled and ran away.

"Boom—"

The flames burned on the ground, turning into flowing flames within a thousand feet, igniting the surrounding vegetation, and melting the rocks and soil.

The horror of this blow made the members of the Liaoyuan tribe shout excitedly.

This is their totem beast. The strength of the totem beast means the stronger the protection they can receive.

A ball of flames drove the wolf away, and the big bird did not pursue it again.

It doesn't seem interested in hunting wolves.

"call--"

Watching the wolf run away, the big golden bird closed its wings and landed on the altar.

It opened its mouth and swallowed the flame on the altar in one gulp.

This flame seemed to be an extremely delicious thing, Big Bird chewed it lightly, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

After a while, all the flames were swallowed up, and the big bird just flapped its wings and turned to look at Han Muye.

However, he didn't pay much attention to Han Muye, his eyes swept around, he opened his mouth, and spit out another pale golden ball of fire.

The bead fell on the altar and turned into a bowl-sized flame.

Looking at the flame, all the members of the Liaoyuan tribe below bowed and knelt down.

This is the fear of fire, but also the worship of fire.

The big bird flapped its wings in satisfaction.

Down below, Zhu Rong stood up, untied the robe that Han Muye gave him, and handed it to the people around him, then stepped out and landed on the altar.

"Brother Han, I'm going to offer a sacrifice. It's our luck to see a priest come to my Liaoyuan tribe."

"I hope you can help our Liaoyuan tribe to become stronger."

After Zhu Rong finished speaking, he walked towards the flame.

Below the altar, all the members of the Liaoyuan Tribe had complex expressions of excitement and reluctance.

Sacrifice?

Han Muye frowned.

He pondered for a moment, and stretched out his hand to press on the altar below.

"Om—"

In the altar, memory pictures appeared in his mind.

Every time a totem beast appears, after the flame is collected, the new flame needs to be sacrificed by the strongest in the group.

Use your own body to ignite the flame of inheritance.

Because this flame is ignited by the strongest in the clan, it is very attractive to the totem beasts. Afterwards, every time the clan hunts, various wild beasts and monsters will be sacrificed to make the flame stronger and stronger.

This flame is not only a treasure to protect the group, but also a bond with the totem beast.

For a long time, the human race in the wild has long been accustomed to such rules.

Rules for dealing with beasts.

Standing up slowly, Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong who was already approaching the flames.

"Brother Zhu Rong, wait a minute."

Han Muye opened his mouth, and then stepped forward quickly.

He put his hand on Zhu Rong's body.

A stream of the purest flame power rushed into Zhu Rong's body through the palm of his hand.

Zhu Rong's hair instantly turned red.

His body trembled, he took a step forward, and landed on the flame.

The flames instantly enveloped his body.

"Om—"

The flames lingered, and a sweep would dissolve Zhu Rong's body,

But in the next moment, the flame exploded, rose up, and turned into a golden flame that soared into the sky.

This is the sight of pure flame power turning into rules.

The big bird standing on the altar was stunned for a moment, then spread its wings and croaked, its eyes full of excitement.

It spread its wings and flew high, then rushed to the flames, opened its mouth, and swallowed again.

The flames entered the abdomen, and the golden bird raised its head to the sky and howled.

A golden divine light enveloped his body, causing his body to continuously expand and become ten feet in size.

It's just that the long howling sound started, and then it stopped abruptly.

The golden bird's body collapsed, and a human figure remained in the air, covered in flames.

Zhu Rong.