1527 Using the Divine Flame as the Golden Crow, Transforming into a True Spirit! (3)
“Bang!”
The True Spirit shattered!
The gray True Spirit turned into gloomy streams of light, dispersing in all directions.
Chu Yu’s eyes widened as she held the longsword in her hand. Her face was pale.
Her body was sent flying, and the longsword in her hand fell.
A True Spirit at the True Spirit realm was shattered, and all her power was directly disabled.
One strike!
Sneak attack?
Not quite.
Facing two True Spirit realm powerhouses, any means were not excessive.
Who would have thought that facing two powerhouses, this pseudo True Spirit would actually dare to use a feint move to deceive everyone!
“Bang!”
The fist shadow that shattered the True Spirit struck the ground, and the force of the impact shattered the surrounding area into pieces, with endless debris flying in all directions.
At this moment, the space within 3,000 miles was enveloped and turned into darkness.
However, Han Muye did not stop.
He had only thrown one punch. How could it be enough?
At this moment, he could feel the blood in his body boiling as he controlled the Primordial Battle Armor. He could also feel the desire transmitted by the armor.
For this armor, how many years had it been silent?
He did not know how many calamities there had been!
“Kill!”
A low and deep roar sounded.
Han Muye’s fist shadows gathered, each punch faster than the last.
The only thing the black-armored man could do was to raise the long saber in his hand and block every fist shadow.
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
Every time he blocked a punch, he retreated a hundred feet.
Every time he blocked a punch, his expression worsened.
Every time he blocked a punch, one of the divine patterns on the saber in his hand shattered.
After 10 punches, his long saber shattered.
“Bang!”
The unstoppable fist shadows struck him.
The black leopard True Spirit rushed ahead to protect his body.
Then, the fist shadows shattered the horns on the leopard’s head and tore its gray-black body apart.
The True Spirit whimpered and slowly shattered.
Lying on the ground, the black-armored man watched in despair as the true spirit gathered on his body dissipated.
From the first punch of Han Muye to the shattering of the man’s True Spirit, it had only taken a few breaths.
Regardless of whether it was Zhang Chenyang or Shang Zhenyu, although they were at a disadvantage, the outcome was far from clear.
Who would have thought that Han Muye had already defeated the two True Spirits with one punch!
“Ho—”
Han Muye stopped punching and shouted to the sky.
At this moment, the entire secret space lit up!
Behind him, the illusory True Spirit solidified, the original silver essence spirit dissipated, turning into a silver halo colliding with the golden True Spirit, merging into it.
A thousand-foot-long sword appeared in Han Muye’s hand.
This was his true spirit bone!
Condensing the True Spirit Bone into a sword in his hand.
The moment this sword appeared, nine True Spirit divine patterns automatically appeared on it.
True weapon.
He stepped into the True Artifact Realm.
The long sword formed by the True Spirit Bone was naturally a True Weapon.
“Boom—”
Between heaven and earth, endless golden light flashed. The golden flames turned into peaks, then condensed into a golden crow.
Using the divine flames as the Golden Crow, it transformed into a true spirit!
This was Han Muye’s true spirit!
Defeating two True Spirits and supported by the rules, he stirred the power of heaven and earth and stepped into the realm of True Spirits in one go.
This was the secret land of the Golden Crow Tribe, and all the power here came from the tribe.
Han Muye had the bloodline of the Golden Crow Tribe, and he was also the first to reach the Blazing Sun Golden Crow realm here.
All the power was concentrated on him, allowing his Golden Crow True Spirit to condense into divine flames.
The wings of the Divine Flame Golden Crow unfolded, and the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be ignited all at once.
This was the power that could burn down heaven and earth, the Golden Crow that had dominated the world since the Primordial Era!
Compared to Han Muye’s True Spirit Golden Crow, the Golden Crows behind Shang Zhenyu and Zhang Chenyang were much weaker.
The majestic aura of Han Muye’s True Spirit, the supremacy of the golden flames all over, was something they couldn’t compare with.
This was the true bearing of a divine beast!
Turning around slowly, Han Muye slowly put away the Primordial Battle Armor.
There was no need for that.
Raising the golden sword in his hand, he gazed at the two human True Spirits fighting with Shang Zhenyu.
Shang Zhenyu laughed heartily, soared into the air, and smashed a punch towards the elderly man in front of him.
The other one was left to Han Muye.
Han Muye flew over and stabbed out with his sword.
The human True Spirit powerhouse holding the long spear had a changing expression, gritted his teeth, snorted, and thrust the long spear out.
Even if the might of Han Muye’s True Spirit at the moment made people fearful, so what?
After all, he had just entered the True Spirit Realm and hadn’t even mastered the power of the True Spirit Realm. How dare he attack?
If they could kill this Golden Crow Tribe member who had just entered the True Spirit realm at this moment, they still had a chance to turn the tables.
The long spear turned into a golden dragon, activating the True Spirit power of the four-legged, long-tailed black-armored flood dragon behind this human True Spirit powerhouse.
Endless lightning intertwined on the flood dragon’s body.
This was a Lightning Dragon, a famous fierce beast from ancient times.
The flood dragon descended with a grab, its mouth filled with interwoven lightning, covering Han Muye’s body.
Lightning?
Han Muye’s expression remained calm.
Among the powers in the world, Lightning Dao was the most dominant.
But Lightning was what he feared the least.
He had the bloodline of the Golden Crow, and he had also refined the body of the Kui.
For him, lightning was his friend!
“Clang—”
The long sword collided with the long dragon. There was no explosion of the golden light as expected, nor was there a collision of endless divine light.
The long sword and the long dragon intertwined. Lightning and sword light merged with each other.
The human True Spirit powerhouse who had thrust the spear widened his eyes.
How could he lose control of his own True Spirit Power after stabbing out!
This was the True Spirit he had cultivated for countless years. How could it be uncontrollable!
“Boom—”
The long dragon finally exploded.
But it didn’t explode in front of Han Muye; instead, it was pushed to explode in front of the human True Spirit.
