Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1452 Great Sun Golden Crow Heaven Breaking Fist, True Spirit Bone (5)

"It\'s just a waste to refine such pills with so many top-grade spirit medicines."

Putting away the pills, Han Muye gripped the black beast bone.

Upon closer inspection, a faint jade light could be seen flickering in the beast bone.

It looked similar to the appearance of a Heaven Realm jade bone, but the power contained in the bone was many times more profound and pure than a jade bone.

"True Spirit Bone."

This was the bone of a True Spirit Realm demon.

As a faint essence spirit power was infused into the palm, a deep roar emanated from the beast bone, and the phantom of a black tiger, 20 feet tall, appeared.

Black Tiger.

A true spirit realm black tiger; this beast bone was valuable. After long tempering, it could make the physical body even stronger.

If this beast bone were exchanged, it could be traded for ten spears made by the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom in the hands of Gu Ji.

If the beast bone were sent to the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom or the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty, its value could even increase a hundredfold.

To Han Muye, this beast bone was also a treasure.

By comprehending the power within, it could help him perceive the cultivation of the true spirit realm in advance.

Turning to look at the water in front of him, Han Muye\'s gaze fell on a black tiger-like beast.

The beast with black tiger bloodline showed a longing look in its eyes.

Han Muye threw Lu Changshan\'s corpse forward.

The black tiger pounced forward and caught it. Then it stared at the black beast bone in Han Muye\'s hand.

"I can\'t give you this thing. You can\'t withstand it either." Han Muye shook his head, weighed the animal bone in his hand, and said softly.

The True Spirit Bone was not something a demon beast that had yet to reach the fifth level of the Essence Spirit Realm could withstand.

The black tiger lowered its head unwillingly and left with Lu Changshan\'s body.

Watching the black tiger leave, Han Muye put away the beast bones and pills, put them back in the bag, and stuffed them in his chest.

A violent power seeped into his body.

Unfortunately, in the Great Desolate, other than the rare beasts that could control spatial power and those experienced true spirits, no one else could condense spatial power.

Items capable of storing things were highly valued treasures in the Great Desolate.

The power of the Heavenly Dao in the Great Desolate was too strong. It was not something ordinary people could achieve.

He raised his hand and held the black battle spear. The power of his essence spirit seeped in, and a faint purple stream of light appeared on the spear.

Images flashed through Han Muye\'s mind.

The battle spear was forged by a large race of black panthers.

The craftsmanship was crude, without true spirit inscriptions, but all the spiritual materials used were of excellent quality.

The reason Lu Changshan had this war spear was that the spiritual materials used to forge the spear were sent by the Lu Tang Panther Clan.

3,000 catties of ore in exchange for two spears.

The other spear had a true spirit inscription, or rather, a half one.

The Black Panther Clan\'s blacksmith could only inscribe half a Dao True Spirit Divine Pattern.

"Black-gold original iron?"

"Just three hundred miles outside Han Mountain at Bamboo Magpie Mountain."

"Wasn\'t that once the territory of our Han Mountain?"

Han Muye\'s gaze fell on the black spear in his hand.

A mineral deposit like that was precious.

Whether it was used to forge armor for the clan or to refine weapons for himself, it was extremely suitable.

Letting the Lu Tang Black Panther Clan occupy it was a pity.

"Roar—"

A low roar of a tiger sounded. Han Muye looked up to see the black tiger, which had just run away, dragging a gray-black wild boar larger than the black antelopes hunted by Han Chao Hu and the others. It threw the boar in front of him.

The guy wasn\'t stupid.

Han Muye stood up with a smile and threw the spear in his hand in front of the black tiger. "Keep it for me. I\'ll come and get it when I\'m free."

The refinement method of this battle spear was too poor. He was prepared to smelt it and remake it.

However, there was not enough time now. He would wait until the next time he came.

The black tiger clearly understood Han Muye\'s words. It nodded, took the spear, and walked away.

Han Muye dragged the wild boar back.

When he arrived at the place where Han Chaohu and the others were resting, everyone was already waiting there.

"Young Patriarch is back!"

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Han Muye.

"Heh, Young Patriarch is amazing. You hunted such a big wild boar alone."

Han Jin\'s face showed admiration, and he shouted loudly.

He would run away at the sight of such a wild boar.

"We\'ve had a good harvest today. Let\'s go back to the clan now." Han Muye threw the wild boar he was dragging on the ground and said.

Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other and nodded.

These meats were enough for the clan to eat for several days.

On the way back, everyone was full of joy, and a distant song rang out again.

Han Muye\'s gaze landed on everyone and he looked up at the sun in the sky.

He could feel a strange power descending from the sky.

However, this kind of induction was too illusory, and he dared not be sure.

When he arrived at the forest outside Han Mountain, Han Chaohu\'s expression changed.

"There are outsiders in our Han Mountain clan!"

With a shout, he rushed out of the forest.

Only the injured elder Han Yunhe was guarding inside the clan. Faced with strong enemies, he couldn\'t hold on!