~ Two hundred and ninety-one, Tianhu blood

Take control of a bloodline inheritance, and then change the rules.

This is a brand new attempt for Han Muye.

Incorporating the swordsmanship mastered by oneself into the bloodline power requires an unparalleled understanding of swordsmanship.

According to the realm of swordsmanship practice, after reaching the pinnacle, returning to the basics and mastering it, can it be subtly integrated into the bloodline power.

After re-comprehending the way of swordsmanship, Han Muye unknowingly gained a deeper grasp of the way of swordsmanship.

The process of combining swordsmanship with the specialties of the Lynx clan’s bloodline is also the process of Han Muye revising his swordsmanship and constantly sharpening it.

Inside the thatched hut, in front of Han Muye, a golden flame was held in the palm of his hand, and sword light flashed in his eyes.

Divine Intent fell on the Flaming Mountain and continued to explore.

The power of the bloodline of the Lynx family is mixed, and its origin power is not strong, it is just out of the body.

Even if all of these Lynx clansmen can obtain the bloodline of the perfect master ancestor, at most they will set foot in the heavenly realm.

That is impossible.

Due to the limitation of qualifications, it is impossible for the vast majority of demon clans to reach the bloodline purity of their ancestors.

When their own bloodline power cannot provide enough power, the demon clan will choose to devour and fuse the power of other bloodlines.

Although it will cause the bloodline to be impure, it can continuously improve its power.

Among the bloodlines of the Lynx Clan, there are now a lot of the power of the Shanli Clan’s bloodline, as well as a trace of the Tiger Clan’s bloodline.

The Shanli clan and the lynx clan have similar combat power, but the Shanli clan has sharper claws and stronger bodies.

With the integration of such bloodline power, in a short period of time, the power of these Lynx clans has increased a lot.

Shan Cang’s body was constantly flashing golden light, and a sword intent seemed to come out of his body.

This is because the newly added swordsmanship inheritance is extremely tyrannical.

“Master, within a thousand miles, there are dozens of large and small races, hundreds of various tribes, we can go slowly—” Shan Cang’s eyes revealed a longing golden light.

That is the desire for power.

Today, it is more powerful than ever.

“Let your clan explore the surrounding area, I need to have all the information.”

“Race, bloodline strength, ethnic group distribution,” Han Muye’s eyes revealed an irresistible depth: “Within seven days, within a radius of 3,000 miles, I want to be clear and accurate.”

Following Han Muye’s words, a lavender power of hope poured into the flames in front of him.

With the power of people’s expectations, convey the way of scholarship.

Han Muye directly integrated the methods of reconnaissance, concealment, camouflage, and map drawing into the Lynx bloodline.

Fortunately, this is an extremely low-level bloodline, which may be tampered with by him.

If it is a high-level bloodline, I am afraid that the backlash of the bloodline power will be enough for him to drink a pot.

At this time, Han Muye saw the benefits of controlling the lynx blood again.

His method of control did not connect himself to this bloodline, so even if the Lynx clan was injured, he would not be implicated.

On the contrary, those demons and practitioners who integrate their blood into themselves will link their power with the races in the secret realm.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

However, this method can also be broken.

Kill all the clansmen and take back all the bloodline power. The power of backlash will naturally diminish.

Only in this way, the benefits are even less.

“Om-”

The flames shook, the bloodline power was modified, and Shan Cang’s originally surging fighting intent suddenly turned into nothingness, and there was a hint of wisdom and cunning in his eyes.

Shan Cang is just an incorporeal body formed by the blood of the lynx, and everything in it is the appearance of the power of the blood.

At this time, the power of the Lynx bloodline was integrated into various detection methods modified by Han Muye, which was immediately different from before.

“Master, rest assured, within seven days, we will definitely investigate the information in the surrounding area of 3,000 miles.” Shan Cang whispered, his body turned into a flame, and then exploded.

On the altar outside the hut, the flames rose.

A lilac aura emerged from the lynx people.

The bloodline inheritance begins again.

…

Early the next morning, Han Muye led the Yellow Fat Tiger with the little white fox in his arms and left the Lynx tribe.

Xiang Lingshuang, a boy from the elephant clan, followed behind.

For some reason, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood today, and he was absent-minded after following him.

But after not far away, Huang Zhihu and the little white fox muttered a few times, and then acted coquettishly and let Xiang Lingshuang carry it on his shoulders to hurry, and a smile appeared on Xiang Lingshuang’s face again.

Xiang Lingshuang was carrying the Yellow Fat Tiger, and he took a few feet with a very fast speed. The oncoming wind made the Yellow Fat Tiger hug the little white fox tightly and giggled.

Han Muye didn’t seem to move, just in front of Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang’s footsteps are getting faster and faster, and his footsteps are getting more and more middle, but he can’t surpass it.

But for a moment, the two have traveled a hundred miles.

“Xiao Bai is right, Senior Brother Han is strong in everything.” Xiang Lingshuang whispered a little depressedly and slowed down.

“Senior Brother Han, you said, why do these monsters kill them?” Xiang Lingshuang looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.

Yesterday, he followed the Lynx clan, and watched the Lynx people kill the Shanli clan and robbed the bloodline to return.

From Xiang Lingshuang’s point of view, they are obviously two ordinary low-level demon races, and they should support each other.

What’s the point of such small tribes killing each other?

“What do you think the monster clan should be like?” Han Muye said lightly, without looking back.

What are the monsters like?

Huang Zhihu tilted his head, and the little white fox in her arms narrowed his eyes.

Xiang Lingshuang shook his head and said in a low voice, “The Southern Wilderness Monster Race is also constantly killing each other.”

“I think the demon clan should get along well, there is no need to kill them like this.”

Elephant clan, probably like this.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Xiang Lingshuang: “You elephants have a big appetite, what will you do if you don’t have enough food?”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Xiang Lingshuang grinned, “We all share the food, no matter how little, we will share.”

“Then, what if the food can’t be divided?” Han Muye’s words revealed a hint of emotion that made Xiang Lingshuang tremble.

“If this food, it is an opportunity to step into the realm of heaven and even become a higher level.”

“There is only one share, can we fight?”

Whether to fight?

Xiang Lingshuang opened her mouth, her expression changed, and she nodded.

“A fight is a fight, it’s just…”

Han Muye interrupted him, “Since there is a fight, there will be winners and losers. If the winners are multiplied thousands of times, there will be life and death.”

“Put it between ethnic groups, in order to fight for a chance, that is the continuation of the race, the struggle for life and death.”

Xiang Lingshuang did not speak.

What Han Muye said was exactly what he saw yesterday.

That’s why he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but there was nowhere to solve it.

What Han Muye said was right.

“You also believe what I just said?” Suddenly, Han Muye chuckled and said aloud.

Xiang Lingshuang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head, with a deep spiritual light in his eyes: “Everything you see is just an appearance.”

“The battle for the death of the demon clan is just a rule set by the ancient overhaulers of the demon clan, thinking that the demon clan can continue.”

“You can think of it as a game where someone sets the rules.”

“The people who make the rules of the game won’t care about the life and death of the monsters in the game.”

“What they care about is the final outcome.”

After a pause, Han Muye said lightly, “Do you want to change this rule?”

Change the rules?

Xiang Lingshuang’s face was completely blank, and he nodded after a long time: “I think that more clansmen are alive, and I want everyone not to kill each other.”

“If you want to change the rules, then you must first learn to kill.” Han Muye turned his head, and his eyes fell on Xiang Lingshuang’s face.

The Elephant Clan boy showed embarrassment on his face, his eyes did not dare to look at Han Muye, he raised his hand and lightly pressed Huang Zhihu’s leg, then strode forward and ran forward.

Han Muye shook his head and turned into a breeze.

Ideas buried deep in the bloodline are difficult to change.

Just like the Lynx clan, even if Han Muye tampered with his bloodline memory, he still couldn’t change their cautiousness.

The arrogance that Shan Cang showed in front of Han Muye from time to time was brought about by his bloodline.

The Elephant tribe’s gentleness and non-war has always been the case since ancient times.

To change, need, opportunity.

For most of the day, Han Muye and Xiang Lingshuang were running.

Spanning nearly 10,000 miles, Huang Zhihu had changed from Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulder to sleeping on Tianhe’s back.

The little white fox stood on Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulder, his eyes twinkling.

“Sisi-”

The little white fox let out a low hiss.

Xiang Lingshuang paused and said in a low voice, “Senior Brother Han, Xiaobai said that the fox clan is stationed here.”

They span thousands of miles, just to find the fox clan’s resident.

Han Muye nodded, a faint light of spiritual light and the power of the soul flashed from his body.

The fox clan is not a powerful group among the ten thousand demon races, but it is not a weak existence either.

The fox clan in front of them is already relatively tyrannical in strength.

There are no end of earth and stone houses, and even a large-scale street market.

When Han Muye and the others arrived, several figures flew over.

“Elephant tribe?”

“Human race?”

“Hey, this is such a noble bloodline…”

Several figures fell ten feet in front of them, and their eyes were all on Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulders.

The little white fox narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint trace of the power of blood emanating from his body.

The power of qi and blood caused the figure standing opposite to tremble slightly.

This is a fox clan who is extremely wearing a gray robe, with a thin body and blue-gray ears.

The Qinghu clan, the ethnic group with lower bloodline power in the fox clan.

Among the fox clan, the most honorable bloodline power is the nine-tailed celestial fox.

It is an existence that has been inherited from ancient times.

Han Muye turned to look at the little white fox standing on Xiang Lingshuang’s shoulder.

The predecessor of the little white fox was Tianhu.

Once condensed out of six tails, the bloodline inheritance has been extremely strong.

Seemingly unable to withstand the oppression of the bloodline power, the Qinghu people all fell to their knees.

This is the horror of Yaozu bloodline cultivation.

The power of blood is suppressed, and sometimes, there is no reason at all.

In fact, although practitioners in the human race do not have such unreasonable bloodline suppression, the various rules of honor and inferiority formulated by human race clans, aristocratic families, and even dynasties are sometimes more unreasonable than bloodline suppression.

In the distance, one after another figure came running.

Xiang Lingshuang carried the little white fox and walked forward step by step.

A Qinghu tribe fell to the ground.

Some people whispered, some excitedly shouted.

The awakened Huangzhihu looked around curiously, laying on Tianhe’s back, quietly looking around.

“arctic fox?”

In front, a thin old man wearing a gray robe and holding a long wooden staff stood there.

The old man’s eyes fell on the little white fox, and there was a trace of greed in his eyes.

“Please go to the altar, Venerable.”

The old man took a step back, bowed, raised his finger and pointed forward.

Xiang Lingshuang strode forward, followed by Han Muye and Tian He, who flapped his wings.

The gray-robed old man lowered his head, looked at Xiang Lingshuang quietly, and then swept his gaze to Han Muye and Tianhe.

The back of his hand was behind him, and he moved a few times slightly.

Han Muye didn’t look back, just walked forward with a calm expression.

Passing through the market, all the Qinghu people on the street were kneeling on the ground.

To the front, is a large square, in the middle of the square, a blue and white stone altar, as high as five feet.

On the altar, a pale yellow flame rose.

The flame was silent, and the surrounding void seemed to be burned into an illusion.

Regardless of size or strength, the ethnic group here is much stronger than the Lynx clan.

The power of this bloodline flame is also much stronger.

Xiang Lingshuang stood on the bluestone square, surrounded by figures kneeling on the ground.

Xiang Lingshuang put his shoulders, and the little white fox stood up, bowed slightly, and jumped up.

“Om-”

A wind blade appeared from behind the altar and slashed towards the little white fox.

Xiang Lingshuang stared, clenched his fists, and punched out.

“Boom—”

The astral wind brought by the fist shattered the wind blade.

But in the next instant, dozens of wind blades shot out from all around.

Several figures in blue armor gathered around.

The qi and blood of the five elders of the Qinghu clan holding wooden sticks were dignified, turning into a light curtain to block the altar in front of the little white fox, and then another pair of illusory big hands grabbed towards the little white fox.

If caught by this big hand, the little white fox’s body will probably burst in an instant.

The little white fox wants the power of the Qinghu family’s bloodline, why doesn’t the Qinghu family want her!

The Tianhu bloodline is as precious in the fox clan as it is noble.

The five elders of the Qinghu clan showed joy on their faces.

To be able to see such a weak Tianhu clan, isn’t this here to send blood?

They deserve the prosperity of their Qinghu clan!

Below, Xiang Lingshuang showed anger on his face, raised his hand, took down the big bow on his shoulder, and held it tightly in his hand.

Huang Zhihu stared nervously at the little white fox, holding a pill tightly in his hand.

Han Muye shook his head.

Dare not to kill, Xiang Lingshuang’s combat power is completely unable to show.

He looked up at the little white fox who was fixed in midair.

The little white fox came to look for him, just to get his help.

With the friendship in the sword pavilion, Han Muye will also help this time.

“Kuraga-”

Qingming and Ziyan unsheathed at the same time.

Ziyan flew out like a crescent moon.

Qing Ming stabbed out, the sword light like a dragon.

Xiang Lingshuang’s eyes widened, staring at the sword in Han Muye’s hand.

This was the first time he had seen Han Muye strike a sword.

Even, it was the first time he saw that Han Muye had a sword in his hand.

Crescent Moon drew an indescribable mysterious line, and flashed past the necks of the surrounded Qingjia Fox clan.

The blood flower bloomed only after the crescent moon flew away, and the wind blades in the void all turned into wind and dispersed.

Qingming Jianguang here, with a faint whistle, smashed the power of imprisonment around the little white fox.

Then, the sword edge swept away, pierced the depressed illusory palm, and opened the light curtain in front.

A sword.

One-tenth of a breath.

The crescent moon hangs high, and Qing Feng hangs upside down.

An old man of the Qinghu clan holding a wooden staff narrowed his eyes. He just took a step forward when Han Muye raised his long sword.

“wanna die?”

In Han Muye’s voice, there was a bone-chilling coldness.

The old man of the Qinghu clan, who was at the fifth level of Jindan, was taken aback for a moment, and his footsteps stopped.

At this moment, the little white fox landed on the altar.

At this time, those green armored demon foxes just fell to the ground and sprayed with blood.

On the altar, the golden flames burst into flames instantly.

The little white fox moved, rushed into the flames of the altar, and disappeared.

Xiang Lingshuang looked up at the altar with some worry.

“Senior brother, is Xiaobai okay?”

If the power of the fusion blood cannot be swallowed, the little white fox will be counterattacked by the power of the blood on the altar.

“It’s okay,” Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes fell on the flames of the altar: “I can kill all the fox clan here, and cut off the bloodline power on this altar.”

The voice fell, and the flames on the altar trembled.

Xiang Lingshuang scratched his head and whispered, “It’s a way.”

The fox clan elders not far away trembled slightly.

It wasn’t that he was frightened by Han Muye’s words, but the flames on the altar in front of him began to tremble.

Then, their bodies uncontrollably crawl to the ground.

A shocking force began to grow on the altar.

The strength of this power directly rises to the sky.

The flames of ten thousand feet seemed to burn through the heavens and the earth.

Powerful bloodline power!

At this moment, all the powerful bloodline races felt threatened.

“Roar-”

In the distance, there was a roar.

The vibration of the gravel can be felt hundreds of miles away.

Jindan monster.

Han Muye turned around and his eyes fell into the distance.

The three powerful monsters with the eight-level cultivation base of Jindan rushed to attack.

In addition to these three, there are nearly a hundred strong people of various ethnic groups.

Some are secret realm tribes, some are Southern Wilderness Monster Race.

There are also practitioners from other worlds, including demons and humans.

Just like the green armored fox demon who was beheaded by him just now.

At this moment, these people are coming for the bloodline that is merging on the altar.

This bloodline that has not been successfully merged has no combat power, and anyone has the opportunity to swallow it.

For the little white fox, this moment is the most dangerous.

Xiang Lingshuang held his big bow tightly, turned around, and looked into the distance.

He knew that he couldn’t stop these big monsters.

I don’t know if Brother Han can stop him?

“Senior Brother Han, I will try my best to block a few big monsters, probably, I can block a hundred breaths.” The voice was dry but firm.

Xiang Lingshuang did not flinch.

But he didn’t want to die.

“You belong to the elephant clan, and Xiaobai belongs to the fox clan. Why are you trying so hard to protect her?” Han Muye turned his head and looked at Xiang Lingshuang.

“Grandpa Zu said that Xiaobai can save our Southern Wild Elephant Clan.” Xiang Lingshuang clenched the big bow in his hand and put his hand on the bowstring.

“My Southern Wild Elephant Clan does not fight with other ethnic groups, but it doesn’t even have its own grassland.”

“Nanhuang was at war with Zhongzhou, because the Elephant Clan did not want to participate in the war, and was scolded by the entire Nanhuang.”

“I, I want to change that.”

“I, I want to have our own grassland that belongs to our elephant tribe.”

Huang Zhihu, who was lying on Tianhe’s back, looked at Xiang Lingshuang with big eyes.

A piece of grassland, is it hard to get?

As long as you want anything, your adoptive father will help you get it, right?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the turbulent aura that was already rushing towards him.

“It’s just a sword.”

In his eyes, a bright light burst out.

At this moment, UU reading www.uukanshu. com There is a sword light rising from his body that cannot be concealed!

The blazing light of the sword took away the radiance of the Great Demon from that day, overshadowing the scorching heat of the flames in the altar behind him.

Three sword pills flew out.

After three, three more.

After three, there are three more!

“Grassland, I grabbed it myself!”

Han Muye’s figure turned into a streamer.

Jian Maru moved in three directions and slammed into three majestic figures.

With one enemy and three, Jianwan is the formation!

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