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blood sacrifice.

Several white-haired demon clan heavenly realms stood on the high platform in front, wearing linen robes and holding a short knife in their hands.

Behind them, there are more than a dozen heavenly realms and nearly a hundred and a half steps of heavenly realms.

These people are of different shapes, some with double horns on their heads, some with full manes, and some with long tails moving lightly behind them, and big ears lightly fanning.

Beneath the high platform, dozens of demon clan square formations were neatly arranged.

Each square is a thousand realm monsters.

The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Race is evident.

“Sacrificial—”

The old voice sounded, and all the demon clan pressed the knives in their palms, and then clenched them tightly.

“Thorn-”

The long knife was drawn, and blood splashed.

The blood was suddenly filled with blood.

Between heaven and earth, there is a turbulent wind shaking.

The vast power seems to come from ancient times.

The Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons is opened with the blood of Ten Thousand Demons.

blood sacrifice.

An oversized wind tornado formed and then washed the space.

A **** gate appeared.

There is a lush greenery in it.

“Enter the secret realm, keep qi and blood for traction, and return with blood in a hundred days.”

The old voice shouted, and he came to the side of the tall **** gate and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Among those demon clan phalanxes, demon clan masters under five hundred years old walked to the door, put down their short swords, and pressed the bloodstains on their palms on the door.

Then the spiritual light and blood energy wrapped the body, and these realm monsters disappeared one by one.

A short knife was placed in front of the door a hundred feet high.

Using his own blood as a guide, he entered the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons.

“Let’s go.”

After the thousands of demon clans in the Southern Wilderness entered the secret realm, Han Muye let out a low voice, led the Yellow Fat Tiger, and stepped out, landing in front of the gate.

Huang Zhihu was a little nervous, holding the little white fox in his hand and not letting go.

Xiang Lingshuang, a young man from the elephant clan, stood behind Huangzhihu, not leaving an inch.

One after another, the young elites from the Western Xinjiang flew down behind Han Muye and the others, their bodies surging with aura.

On the other side, a group of black turtle monsters covered with black scales and armed with alien weapons strode forward.

The tall young man who led the team turned his head to look at Han Muye, cracked his mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp white teeth.

A gloomy and cold aura hit the western frontier team, causing the turbulent wind to vibrate.

“Outside the secret realm, no fighting is allowed.” The old voice sounded.

The young leader of the black turtle demon laughed, went straight forward, reached out and patted the door, leaving a blood mark, and then disappeared.

Behind him, a fish monster with black scales followed.

Thousands of black turtle monsters entered the gate, and a group of Zhongzhou soldiers in black armor and black iron masks stepped forward.

At the forefront of the soldiers, a middle-aged man holding a long-handled great sword was wearing half armor, with a sinister look on his face.

“From the Western Xinjiang?” The middle-aged man looked at Han Muye, and then glared at the Yellow Fat Tiger that Han Muye was holding.

I thought that Huang Zhihu was afraid, but he didn’t want Huang Zhihu to frown directly, and pointed at the middle-aged: “Foster father, he is staring at me, not a good person.”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, his expression really turned cold and stern: “Xijiang and Nanhuang are together, and when this guard comes back from the secret realm, even your Western Border will be wiped out.”

Guardian envoy.

Qian Yiming.

According to Xiao Yueli, Qian Yiming exchanged a ten-year truce for the qualification to enter the Mystical Realm of Ten Thousand Demons.

Just listen now, this ambitious Xuanyang Guard envoy seems to have a prejudice against the Western Frontier?

“Qian Shou Envoy is interested in Western Xinjiang?” Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, “Then I hope you will have the opportunity to visit our Western Xinjiang.”

“Han will treat you well.”

Treat yourself well.

What else can a sword repair offer other than a sword?

Qian Yiming didn’t seem to have expected that Han Muye would be so neither humble nor arrogant. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “Okay, okay, I have kept my word for this invitation.”

After speaking, he strode forward and shouted, “Boy, don’t die in the secret realm.”

“Commander Qian, the same.” Han Muye replied.

Han Muye didn’t believe that the Southern Wilderness Demon Race didn’t use the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons to get rid of Qian Yiming.

Qian Yiming laughed, slapped his palm on the door, and disappeared.

The black-armored and masked soldiers behind him walked silently, and groups stepped into the courtyard, only the clanging sound of iron armor colliding.

Sure enough, it is a strong army that is forbidden.

Han Muye looked back and saw that the Donghai Jianxiu and the Jiaolong clan had also come over.

“After entering the secret realm, it is best for you to find the same sect as soon as possible to gather together. My fellow Daoists from Xijiang hope that there will be less infighting in the secret realm and mutual support.”

After Han Muye finished speaking, he took the Yellow Fat Tiger and walked slowly to the front of the door, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on it.

A faint blood energy was drawn, and then, there was the power of space to wrap Han Muye, Huang Zhihu, and the little white fox in Huang Zhihu’s hands.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing behind them, stepped forward hurriedly, raised her hand and pressed it on the door.

An aura also wrapped him.

Han Muye could feel the force of space penetrating into his body, which was drawn by the force of blood.

When transitioning in the void space, Han Muye’s heart moved, he did not obey his own blood force, but a space force poured out from his body, pulling his body along with the yellow fat tiger and the white fox she was holding.

When they landed, they were already in a hilly woodland full of lush bushes.

Huang Zhihu held the little white fox in his hands, and Xiang Lingshuang, a young man from the elephant tribe, stood behind him and grinned.

In the distance, several figures disappeared in a flash.

Not a human race, but a demon race with pointed ears and a strong body.

This is not the place where the human race gathers, but the territory of the demon race.

Han Muye changed the teleportation location just now, using the bloodlines of Little White Fox and Xiang Lingshuang as the traction, the location to which he teleported was naturally the Demon Clan’s territory.

The power of the space on his body vibrated, and the power of the divine soul in Han Muye’s divine treasure came out.

Spiritual sense and space power rotate in a circle, turning the body.

“This is the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons? It’s amazing.”

Looking around, Han Muye whispered.

In this secret realm, space power is suppressed, and other powers are also very thin.

No wonder Tianjing is reluctant to enter it.

The overhaul of the heavenly realm is coming, and it is impossible to use the power of heaven and earth to run, and the combat power is similar to the ordinary half-step heavenly realm.

Only the kind of strong people who have accumulated a lot of themselves can be like a duck in water in this secret realm.

For the demon clan with powerful bloodlines, this secret realm is indeed very cheap.

The Southern Wilderness Monster Race is willing to share the secret realm because their monster clan can have more opportunities in the secret realm.

The spiritual energy in this secret realm is vast and tyrannical, and it is also suitable for the cultivation of monsters.

Rifts are not only changes in power, but also the flow of time.

This was the first time that Han Muye had seen a secret realm that could change the flow of time.

Even if it is the Fire Origin Realm of a complete world, and the Tianhe Territory that can raise Tianhe, these two secret places inherited from ancient great sects have no means of changing time.

The Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters is called the Holy Land of the Monster Race, and it really has this qualification.

The flow of time in this secret realm is slow, nearly ten times slower than outside.

After ten years in the secret realm, only one year has passed outside the Southern Wilderness.

Such means of changing the flow of time, involving the Dao of Heaven, is the overhaul of God Transformation, I am afraid that there is no such ability.

I don’t know if the flow of time in this secret realm was arranged by the demon lord Duan Jiuxiao.

Ten times the flow rate of time, a hundred years in the outside world, and a thousand years here, of course, many strong people can be born.

It’s just that the strong people are born in this way, and it is unimaginable to deplete the power of heaven.

In the Profound Sky Realm, there is no such powerful heavenly power.

The only possibility is that this world has a means of drawing strength from elsewhere.

Han Muye felt a hint of emotion in his heart.

Although his own spiritual qi cultivation base is talented, but Confucianism and Taoism cultivation base, the power of the soul is already extremely strong, and even the overhaul of the transformation of the gods has also fought.

But he had never heard of these countless powerful methods in the cultivation world.

This is the wonderful place in the practice world. You never know how many secrets are hidden in it, waiting for your exploration.

“brush–”

A figure rushed towards Han Muye, his body curled together, a black halo thrust forward in his hand, and his movements were swift.

Huang Zhihu shrank his neck subconsciously, and the little white fox in her arms narrowed his eyes.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing at the back, stared, and stepped forward.

“Bam—”

The earth trembled, the figure trembled all over, and stood three feet away from Han Muye, trembling all over, blood spilling from his mouth.

It was a little over five feet tall, with a thin, pointed-eared monster. He was wearing gray-yellow animal skin clothes, with thorns tying his hair on his head. He was holding a short blue-black blade in his hand. Frightened.

Not far away, more than a dozen monsters of the same stature were holding short blades in their hands and vigilantly approached.

“You, who are you?”

There was a strange sound, with a hint of a lynx chirping.

Han Muye could feel the meaning of the voice through the vibration of his soul.

“Foster father, they asked who we are.” Huang Zhihu looked up at Han Muye, and then his eyes became crescent moons.

“Sister Xiaobai told me.”

Her hands clasped the white fox in her arms tightly.

So that’s the case.

Han Muye looked down at the little white fox with a smile on his face.

Xiang Lingshuang took a few steps forward, clenched his fists, and let out a roar.

The sound seemed like a chirping, long and rude.

Those demon clan with short blades retreated in panic.

In the distance, the roar of the demon clan came.

Then, you can see many figures gathered around.

They are all pointed ears, short in stature, and the weapons held in their hands are of different lengths.

“kill–”

A deep shout came from nowhere, and all the monsters rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.

These monsters moved fast, and a phantom passed through the void.

Xiang Lingshuang stood there, more than ten feet tall, like a mountain, clenched his fists tightly, and said in a low voice, “Good luck!”

There was a faint silver halo around his body, as if a layer of silver armor was clothed around him.

At his feet, a faint silver light turned into a halo.

He really has ancient blood, Han Muye was a little surprised when he saw the silver halo.

He has seen from the ancient books that the ancient giant elephant family can use the power of the earth to stimulate the means of shattering the stars.

“Bam—”

Xiang Lingshuang threw out a fist and smashed it on a monster who rushed forward.

The monster’s body was directly smashed into the air by a punch and rolled to the ground.

This punch made the monsters who rushed forward stunned.

However, the demon clan who rolled to the ground turned over and got up, touched his body, and the expression on his face changed from fear to surprise.

A low whimper came out of his mouth.

The other demon clan also cheered and rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Han Muye shook his head.

Elephants are relatively peaceful and are not willing to kill at will.

The punch just now was able to directly blow up the body of the opposite demon clan, shocking all the other demon clan.

Kill one as an example.

Pity.

No wonder the little white fox wanted this Ling Shuang to seek her shelter.

With the mind of this young elephant clan, I am afraid that he really can’t survive in the secret realm.

“roll–”

Xiang Lingshuang let out a roar in his mouth, swung his fists and feet, and smashed all the demon clan that surrounded him.

But he didn’t kill him. The bodies of the smashed monsters didn’t suffer serious damage. When they rushed up, they were even more fierce.

The short blades in their hands stabbed Xiang Lingshuang, and they could only bring out a flash of silver halo.

But this kind of endless harassment really looked suffocating.

Xiang Lingshuang roared furiously, but these monsters did not retreat.

Han Muye shook his head.

He is a swordsman.

At this moment, the little white fox in Huang Zhihu’s arms bowed slightly, opened his mouth, and let out a low roar.

Xiang Lingshuang was shocked, then shook his head slightly.

The little white fox was urging Xiang Lingshuang to kill, but Xiang Lingshuang was unwilling.

Seeing Xiang Lingshuang like this, the little white fox raised his head and suddenly let out a hiss.

“hiss–”

The sound is slightly harsh.

But when the sound came out, the monsters who besieged Xiang Lingshuang shuddered all over, standing in place one by one, unable to even stand, and slumped to the ground.

Soul shock, blood pressure.

The bloodline of the little white fox is an extremely noble one among the fox clan.

Seeing that all the opponents fell to the ground, Xiang Lingshuang let out a low roar, probably saying that he would not be allowed to come again in the future.

Then, he turned and walked back.

Just as he stepped out, a shadow flew out of the bushes in the distance.

Xiang Lingshuang suddenly turned around, raised his hand to grab the big bow, and pulled the bowstring. A long cyan arrow flashed on the big bow, with demonic patterns, and the demonic light surged.

“call out–”

An arrow was fired, and the phantom that sprang out instantly shattered.

A surge of qi and blood rose, and then a trace of blood condensed, gathered into a faint golden blood drop, and flew towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang’s face was dazed.

At this time, the monsters who were sitting on the ground slumped on the ground one by one, kowtowing to Xiang Lingshuang.

“This arrow is not bad.” Han Muye said softly.

An Elephant clan with infinite close-body strength, but practiced the art of sharpshooting, which is interesting.

“Let’s go, go and have a look at the station of the Lynx clan.” After Han Muye finished speaking, he led Huangzhihu and walked forward.

Xiang Lingshuang hurriedly grabbed the blood drop in front of her and followed.

When he walked to the bushes, he saw a black **** on the ground, which had been nailed to death.

The lynx clan followed Xiang Lingshuang carefully, their eyes showing longing, and their eyes were fixed on the blood drop on Xiang Lingshuang’s palm.

They dragged the **** who was shot with an arrow and followed behind Han Muye and the others.

The voices of gossip came, these monsters were introducing their identities.

This is a small tribe of the Lynx tribe, ruled by the Shanli tribe, and there are strong men of the Shanli tribe to suppress.

It was the beast that was shot by Xiang Lingshuang with an arrow just now.

That guy integrated the bloodline power of the Lynx clan, but he was unable to refine it, so he could only transform into a beast-like shape to keep the power running and grinding.

The golden blood drop in Xiang Lingshuang’s hand is the bloodline power that the Lynx clan guards in this tribe.

Originally, this drop of blood was offered to the small altar of the tribe, providing the newly born Lynx people to open the door of power.

And drawing more tribal blood, this blood drop can continue to increase.

This is the process of the continuation of countless large and small races in the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons.

The bloodline activates the power of the tribe, and the tribal people use their own bloodline as nourishment to enhance and maintain this bloodline.

The resident of the Lynx family is not far away, and there are nearly 10,000 tribes in the large and small thatched huts.

The lynx clan who accompanied them roared loudly, and countless clansmen in the station poured out, carefully surrounding them.

According to these lynx people, as long as the blood bead containing the lynx blood is sent back to the altar, their tribe will be dominated by Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang turned to look at Han Muye.

“This bloodline is useless to us. You can choose to keep it for yourself and exchange it with others later, or to conquer this demon clan.”

Han Muye said.

Hearing his words, Xiang Lingshuang scratched his head, with a blank expression on his face: “I have nothing to change.”

After speaking, he shook his head again: “I don’t want to subdue them either.”

Elephant clan, probably.

They just want to live a good life by themselves.

It is a pity that the cultivation world, the demon clan, have never been able to live a good life without fighting.

Xiang Lingshuang raised her hand and flicked the drop of blood in front of Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han, you call the shots.”

“Then let’s subdue this lynx family first.” Han Muye grabbed the blood drop and looked around, a deep divine light flashed in his eyes.

There are secret rules in this secret realm, or, in other words, the rules of the game.

Walking to the stone platform not far away, Han Muye stretched out his hand and put the blood drop on it.

“Om-”

A dark golden light rose.

The phantom of a ten-foot-tall lynx was revealed.

As soon as the phantom of the lynx appeared, all the lynx clan bowed to the ground and did not dare to look up.

The phantom of the lynx slowly solidified, its golden eyes turned to Xiang Lingshuang, then to Han Muye and Huangzhihu, its gaze fixed on the little white fox.

“Dear Skywalker, what do you want me to do?”

Skywalker?

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

This is the rule in Rift.

In the tallest thatched hut among the tribes, a pile of red wild fruits was placed in front of the Yellow Fat Tiger.

There are all kinds of other strange fruits, butcher shops, all on the long table for her to choose.

The little white fox was lying on the long table, holding a fruit and chewing it carefully.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was sitting cross-legged, was still about to break the roof of the thatched hut.

In front of Han Muye, a big gray-black cat carefully looked at Xiang Lingshuang and Baihu, and then his eyes fell on Han Muye.

“The Ten Thousand Monster Territory is the last habitat for all our monster clans. We are here to survive and cherish the glory of our ancestors…”

The lynx whispered in the mouth, and in the smart eyes, spread sadness and regret.

“I come from the body of a civet cat in the wasteland, and my own cultivation base has touched the heavenly realm.”

“Well, that’s how you Skywalkers call this cultivation realm.”

In ancient times ~www.readmtl.com~ There was a chaotic battle on a star inhabited by countless monsters. The strong shot and the star shattered.

This Mystical Realm of Ten Thousand Demons is a few powerful shots, and the remaining bloodlines are resident to preserve the power of the bloodlines.

They hope that maybe one day, a strong man will emerge from these bloodlines, holding the Ten Thousand Demon Token, and return to the world where countless bloodlines compete to dominate all the demon races.

Wan Yao Ling, from ancient times.

That world is called Manghuang Star Territory.

It was the first time that Han Muye heard this name.

But he had sensed a vast world from that piece of Kui cowhide.

There, it should be wild.

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