However, they did not have the opportunity to choose again.

The general trend of heaven and earth, now that it has begun, there is no turning back!

"boom--"

The sword was swung down.

Thousands of streams of light fell, and the golden stairs collapsed.

The bodies of the mythical beasts that were too late to leave collided and shattered in mid-air, and then turned into their original form and returned to the wild world.

At this moment, Han Muye was like a god, without any emotion at all. He just waved the long sword in his hand, smashed the stairs, and then flew up and crashed into the altar in the void.

"Bang——"

The divine pattern on the altar turned into a snare, trying to block Han Muye, but was smashed directly by him.

It could have led the divine beast away from the altar where it persisted for a hundred breaths, but it ended hastily at twenty breaths.

There are only 100,000 mythical beasts left in the wild.

"Shenyuan Tiangong, I, Han Muye, will come to find you personally."

Watching the altar slowly disappearing above the sky and countless golden lights dissipating, Han Muye let out a long shout.

On the altar, dozens of figures appeared, and then dispersed.

In the wilderness, the mythical beasts that were originally running away now fled in panic.

Han Muye stood there, holding a long sword and looking ahead with a calm expression.

Divine light emanated from the bodies of Phoenix, Xuanwu, and Kunpeng, pulling a blank original body and refining it into itself, raising their power to the level of a lineage overlord.

Gonggong and Zhurong also flew down next to Han Muye.

"Master Han."

Zhu Rong looked at Han Muye, whose aura was so solemn and powerful that he could hardly look directly at him, with excitement flashing across his face.

The stronger Han Muye is, the stronger the prehistoric human race will be.

"Han Muye, the power of the world has lost its control, and the ancient world seems to be out of balance. What should we do?" Kunpeng, who had refined his blank body, flew down and looked at Han Muye with a solemn expression.

The other mythical beast overlords, the overlords of the lineage who had obtained bodies, all looked at Han Muye nervously.

The power of the ancient world is unbalanced and the origin is out of control. This is an extremely terrifying thing.

Because of such a prehistoric period, collapse is not far away.

The collision and fusion of the power of the Great Wilderness and the power of the Great Desolate did not start slowly, but was triggered by Han Muye's sword, breaking the calculations of Shenyuan Tiangong and Honghuang, leaving neither party able to control the consequences.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the sky, then cast his gaze to the bottom of Muta Lake.

Zhu Rong and Gonggong also turned their heads, and then their eyes flashed with surprise.

"Here, why did the water of Muta Lake turn into a golden-red color?"

At this time, the entire Muta Lake was already golden and red!

The lake water was gently turbulent, and there seemed to be an endless force pushing it, causing the lake water to surge.

Kunpeng frowned and flew up into the sky.

His body turned into a large roc with wings spread out, covering the sky with two wings, and struck down with one blow.

"Buzz——"

In the water of Muta Lake, streaks of golden light emerged, hitting Kunpeng's wings and overturning his body.

Kunpeng fell back to Han Muye's side, his face solemn and showing a hint of fear.

He now has a line of original power, and even if the will of the ancient world is still there, he cannot be defeated so easily.

What is in the lake?

The lake water rolled, the waves surged, and countless golden divine lights emerged from it.

The ancient world where the original origins were blended seemed to begin to tremble.

altar!

In the lake, a not too wide altar slowly emerged from the water.

But it was this altar that caused the whole world to tremble, as if a beast from ancient times was coming to devour the world.

"What kind of altar is this? Why does it make my soul tremble when I look at it?" Gonggong, who was standing next to Han Muye, said in a low voice with surprise on his face.

Below, the human battle formation stepped out of Muta Lake. At this time, everyone could only barely stand.

The scattered mythical beasts wanted to run away, but seemed unable to do so.

"It is rumored that there is a sealed altar in Muta Lake. Once this altar is broken, the prehistoric inheritance will be destroyed."

After Kunpeng, Canglong, who had refined his original body, walked forward slowly, with a trace of sadness on his face.

His words caused thoughtful expressions to appear on the faces of many mythical beasts around him.

There are also legends about this altar in their memories.

"Buzz——"

In the Muta Lake, the remnant soul of a divine beast appeared.

Canglong, Baxia, Kui Niu, Dragon Crocodile, Qinglong...

These spirits roared and wanted to smash the altar.

However, at this time, the original power of the prehistoric world was out of control and could not bless his body at all.

These remnant souls without original power are not even qualified to rush to the altar.

The spiritual light outside the altar directly blocked these remaining souls.

"Why are you still hesitating? Once this Pantian Altar is opened, the entire prehistoric heritage will be extinct!"

"Do you want to watch the ancient heritage be destroyed and disappear forever in the long river of time?"

"Take action, activate all the original power, and seal this altar!"

In the void, the remaining souls roared and looked at the unmoving divine beasts around them.

These mythical beasts are all the descendants of Remnant Soul, and are the continuation of their inheritance.

"Honghuang, do you really want to do this?" Kunpeng whispered softly.

He looked up at the sky with a complicated look on his face.

Between heaven and earth, countless origins are intertwined.

If it had been before, he would have sacrificed himself in this prehistoric world without hesitation.

But looking at it now, it's clear that Honghuang didn't really take the creatures in it seriously.

The ancient world has been taking advantage of all living things.

Is it worth sacrificing oneself to protect such a primitive place?

At this time, almost all the mythical beasts and overlords had the same idea.

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"Master Han, let's go." At this moment, a voice sounded from beside Han Muye.

Zhu Rong, who was wearing golden battle armor and surrounded by flames, looked at Han Muye with a solemn look on his face.

"No matter what other ethnic groups think, our human race was born in the prehistoric times and grew up in the prehistoric times."

"Today we will also die for the Great Desolation."

Holding the spear in his hand, Zhu Rong bowed to Han Muye, then let out a long shout, and the shadow of the golden armored general behind him condensed.

He flew up and rushed towards the Pantian Altar.

Behind him, countless human cultivators followed, forming a battle formation and rushing towards the altar.

On the altar, there were rays of divine light that turned into chains, locking their bodies and trying to pull them in.

Comparing the power of the altar, both Zhu Rong and those battle formations were too weak to resist.

"rush--"

Behind, countless human battle formations rushed forward, rushing towards the altar.

Endless energy and blood surged, converging into a golden-armored warrior and rushing towards the altar.

This scene moved countless ancient beasts.

These ant-like human race are so unhesitating.

does it worth?

Han Muye stood there, with a rare hesitation on his face.

Finally, he slowly stretched out his hand and raised the long sword made of real spirit bones in his hand.
To be continued...