Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1495 Who Can Turn the Tide? Give Me 10 Breaths! (3)

When the group below collapsed, that was when the two true spirits of the Golden Crows above the sky were killed.

Their Qi meridians were connected, and their powers came from the same source. This was the overall situation.

"Boom—"

Mu Changkong, who was wearing green armor, collided in midair, but he was blocked by a human True Spirit expert and could not advance at all.

Behind him, two solemn True Spirit Realm cultivators stood quietly but did not attack.

The true spirits of the Iron Winged Dragon Race and the Silver Moon Flood Dragon Race.

These two had agreed to take Mu Changkong away when he was in danger, but they would not directly confront the human race.

Apart from those top races in the Great Desolate, no one else was willing to openly oppose the human clan's Immortal Dynasty.

Seeing Han Muye return, Mu Changkong shouted, "Muye, I'll leave Muyang Mountain to you.

"As fellow members of the Golden Crow Tribe, I cannot stand by and watch someone die!"

After speaking, the intense power of the Golden Crow surged on him, and the flames of the Great Sun Golden Crow rose.

At this moment, the momentum on him had the magnificence of a true spirit powerhouse.

"Since you seek death, let him come." In the midst of the human army, the leading general shouted, and the originally closed formation opened a gap.

The human True Spirit experts blocking the front also stepped back.

Mu Changkong laughed and shouted at the sky, "The Golden Crow Muyang Mountain's Mu Changkong is here—"

He transformed into a Golden Crow and rushed forward, stepping into the human array.

The array closed, and golden light shone. The sound of battle shook the sky.

The onlooking various tribes and the true spirit powerhouses of the Iron Winged Dragon Race and the Silver Moon Flood Dragon Tribe standing in the rear did not speak.

This was Mu Changkong's own choice.

Many times, not everyone would choose the most correct answer.

Step back?

No retreat.

Watching Mu Changkong rush into the battlefield, Han Muye shook his head gently.

Actually, there was no need to go through so much trouble.

He reached out and grabbed the three-eyed white cat-like enlightened beast on his shoulder. The golden light on his body turned into a pillar of light.

"What are you—" The Enlightenment Beast spoke in human language, its voice filled with panic.

Han Muye ignored it and injected his origin power into the Enlightenment Beast's body.

The originally cute Enlightenment Beast's body uncontrollably turned into a huge divine beast that was 5,000 feet tall. It was covered in black and white stripes and had a golden vertical eye on its forehead.

Its long tail floated like a cloud.

Enlightenment Beast!

Around the entire battlefield, everyone turned to look at the floating beast.

"Honored Marquis Jinyu of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Dynasty, I will exchange this enlightened beast for the military intervention of your Mystic Spirit Immortal Dynasty, joining forces with our Golden Crow Clan to besiege the army of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty. What do you say?"

Han Muye's voice resounded like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth within a thousand miles.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The honored Lord Jin Yuhou, who was sitting in the army of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty, flew up, his gaze fixed on the enlightened beast.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked towards the distant sky on the left, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.

"Li Zicheng, do you want to be enemies with our Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty?" He shouted angrily, and the true spirit power erupted from his body.

Behind him, two other true spirits appeared.

In addition to the eight true spirits of the Golden Crow Tribe, the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty had mobilized a total of five million troops and 11 true spirit experts!

Such a lineup was rare among the various races of the Great Wasteland.

The various races in the Great Desolate were basically one or two True Spirit Realm experts suppressing the tribes. They rarely gathered an army.

There were very few large races with five million people.

Only the human race gathered thousands of villages and towns to provide for the army.

"Marquis Mingcheng, it's not that my Mystic Spirit Immortal Dynasty wants to be enemies with you, but it's really the little princess's birthday. I need that enlightened beast."

From afar, a loud voice came from the edge of the sky.

A long line of chariots roared towards this direction.

It was the war chariot army of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Dynasty!

Were the two human clans going to collide on this barren plain?

Could the Golden Crow Tribe really escape?

Countless experts of the various races looked up at the motionless Enlightenment Beast in disbelief.

Who would have thought that such a scene would appear just as the Golden Crow Tribe was about to be destroyed?

In the army of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Flower Immortal Dynasty, the golden-armored Marquis of Ming City, Jin Yutao, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The true spirit power on his body kept exploding and surging in all directions.

He was just a little away from disintegrating the Golden Crow army and killing two Golden Crow True Spirit Realm experts.

Deploying five million troops and gathering 11 true spirit powerhouses, the consumption was evident.

He couldn't have a second chance like this.

Being able to wipe out a million Golden Crow Clan tribesmen, kill three Golden Crow Clan true spirits, and so many experts, this merit would undoubtedly be generously rewarded by the emperor.

This reward would be the foundation for his cultivation and the elevation of his influence.

Being in the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty, one could understand the emperor's power.

"Li Zicheng…" Gritting his teeth, Jin Yutao looked at the enlightened beasts outside the army formation.

"Kill that person and seize the enlightened beast." With a low shout, he raised his hand and waved.

More than ten human experts in black armor flew away.

Eighth level of the Essence Soul Realm, ninth level of the Essence Soul Realm.

There were no True Spirit experts, but such an expert could already suppress everyone except beginner True Spirit experts.

The light of swords and swords flashed. These black-armored humans were extremely fast and arrived in front of Han Muye in a flash.

These were all the guards of the Marquis Jinyu from Ming City, Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty. They were merciless when they made a move.

"If you die, our deal will automatically terminate." Above his head, the voice of the enlightened beast sounded.

Could he survive?

Countless people looked at Han Muye.

Four ninth-level essence spirits and seven eighth-level essence spirits.

Who among the same realm could resist such a siege?

"Die?" A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.