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In terms of talent, the Profound Sky World has yet to take a fancy to it.

Han Muye’s words made Bai Wuhen stunned, then covered his mouth and laughed.

“You are not humble.”

Looking up at the indifferent Han Muye, Bai Wuhen’s smile slowly faded into a complex color.

In her memory, there are many more Confucian and Taoist poems and articles.

These were all directly injected into her bloodline memory by Han Muye just now.

She has traveled to Zhongzhou with Wen Mosheng, and even if she is not proficient in poetry and articles, she can feel the good and the bad.

Each of these articles that Han Muye sent shocked her.

The beauty of those poems is simply indescribable in words.

Accompanied by Wen Mo Sheng, she has never seen such talented lyrics and music.

“People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can’t see home if you look at the end of the world.”

“Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is not sunny but sunny…”

“Based on these poems and articles, to become famous in Zhongzhou, Han Mu, I am afraid that he will really be admired by the world…”

In Zhongzhou, Confucianism and Taoism have ruled for thousands of years, and it has been deeply rooted.

Poetry articles, a word can move the world.

In the past, the name of Wen Mosheng suppressed Confucianism and Taoism in the world.

But Bai Wuhen knew that even Wen Mosheng didn’t have the talent to write these poems that Han Muye left in his memory.

Entering the imperial city with such poems, gaining the world’s attention, and the sound of writing and ink, will he finally make a wedding dress for him, Han Muye?

He also said that he would not compete with Wen Mosheng.

This is clearly digging the corner root of Wen Mosheng.

For a time, Bai Wuhen had thousands of thoughts in his heart.

Han Muye didn’t care what she thought, his eyes flashed with light, and he said, “With your current strength, might you go to the Changshan Qinghu Clan’s residence?”

The purpose of changing the power of the bloodline is to improve the combat power. If the combat power is not good, then this change is useless.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Bai Wuhen smiled lightly and his figure faded.

“Thorn-”

A sword light appeared three feet behind Han Muye.

Quick, very hidden.

The environment is connected to the pulse, and it can be killed with one sword.

With this swordsmanship and the three swords of the soul, Bai Wuhen can roam the Changshan Qinghu station.

It is Tianjing’s shot. With her bloodline and swordsmanship, she really wants to explode the sword of the soul, and the outcome is unpredictable.

Perceiving the power and speed of this sword, as well as the strangeness of the sword, Han Muye gave a very pertinent evaluation.

The Qinghu bloodline is really suitable for sword repair.

Compared with the Lynx clan who have strong concealment methods, the Qinghu clan is more elegant and unrestrained, and they are good at more kendo methods.

Looking at it this way, perhaps, it would be a good choice to integrate the power of the Qinghu bloodline that was trapped in the Divine Treasure into the lynx bloodline, and then purify it a little bit.

For a time, Han Muye came up with several methods to improve the combat power of the Lynx.

Behind him, the sword’s edge was already a foot away.

There was a strange color in Bai Wuhen’s eyes.

The kendo exile, is it really just a deep understanding of kendo, and the combat power has been damaged?

wrong!

After a pause, Bai Wuhen retreated three feet away.

There was a bloodstain on her neck.

From the beginning to the end, she didn’t even see how Han Muye used his sword.

“To be honest, you are the first person who dared to hand the sword a foot away from me.” Han Muye said softly without turning around.

“In the Profound Sky World, I have yet to meet a sword cultivator who can hand his sword a foot away from me.”

After speaking, he flew down and walked slowly into the stone house.

In the stone house, Huang Zhihu has already described most of the writing.

Today’s task, there are eight remaining.

“Swordsmanship is supreme, Confucianism and Taoism are unparalleled, is there really such a person in the world?” The figure fell, and Bai Wuhen looked at the stone house and murmured.

Reaching out and brushing his neck, Bai Wuhen remembered how Yuan Tianjianzun and Wen Mosheng were talking about Taoism.

Sword repair, the collection of sharp edges in the world.

Thousands of killing methods are not as powerful as this sword.

“Sister Wuhen, that sword just now was really powerful.” Xiang Lingshuang said softly with fear in his eyes.

Below he, he saw Han Muye raising his hand to envoy Jianguang.

People and swords are separated, and swords follow people’s wishes.

His eyes also turned to the stone house, which revealed a strange color: “Can I also learn such a sword?”

“Do you want to learn swords?” Bai Wuhen turned his head and looked at the majestic Xiang Lingshuang: “Don’t you only like long bows?”

Xiang Lingshuang grinned, with a bright look in his eyes: “I used to practice longbow because I didn’t want blood on my hands.”

“Looking at Senior Brother Han’s sword now, that’s how his hands are not stained with blood.”

The sword light does not show, and the murder does not stay.

This kind of swordsmanship can really not touch the slightest blood.

Hearing his words, Bai Wuhen shook his head: “How can there be a bloodless killing technique in the world?”

“You haven’t passed your own level, no matter how strong your swordsmanship is, it’s useless.”

After she finished speaking, she chuckled and said, “I’m going to the resident of the Ling Sable Clan a hundred miles away, will you go?”

Go to the resident of the spirit mink clan?

what to do?

Xiang Lingshuang’s eyes fell on Bai Wuhen’s half-smiling face.

“Go and **** the power of the bloodline!”

Xiang Lingshuang’s expression changed.

Bai Wuhen turned around and left, and a voice came: “With my current strength, I will not be able to leave the Changshan Qinghu Clan in three days.”

The only way is to fuse the blood power of other ethnic groups and extract the power into oneself.

No clan will allow its own blood to be drained of power in vain.

Bai Wuhen goes here, he must rob and kill!

Xiang Lingshuang’s expression changed as he watched the silhouettes of the Qinghu clan flashed, chasing Bai Wuhen, gritted his teeth while walking, and ran after him.

In the stone house, Han Muye looked into the distance, then turned back to the altar.

There, there is a faint flame.

This flame can show Bai Wuhen’s safety and strength.

If Bai Wuhen was in danger, the flame would jump and dim.

If Bai Wuhen erupted with all the power, the flames would also rise and echo each other.

Even at a critical moment, the altar can sacrifice the power of the tribe to help Bai Wuhen improve his combat power.

Han Muye stared at the flames, and there was a faint flash of light in it.

This flame is the blood power he got from the Tianhu inheritance and the Qinghu inheritance.

Heavenly Fox’s divine envoy.

The speed of the green fox.

With this kind of power in the Qinghu bloodline, Han Muye was going to bring it back to the Lynx tribe and integrate it into the bloodline.

With the bonus of speed, those clansmen of the Lynx tribe will be stronger.

Turning his head, Han Muye looked at the one-horned rhino in front of the stone house.

“Om-”

A faint hint of divine soul power revealed.

The one-horned rhino’s eyes showed blankness, then slowly got up, turned around, faced Han Muye, and knelt down on his front legs.

At this moment, the soul of the one-horned rhino, which had lost its spirituality, was marked.

In the future, even if his strength increases and becomes a new spirituality, he will not betray.

Why does the Tianhu family seem to be weak in their own combat power, but they can become the most powerful race of the demon clan? This method of controlling the soul should be the root.

Of course, there are nine tails of Tianhu, and only three tails of Bai Wuhen. There may be stronger means in the bloodline power that have not been developed.

so what?

The flames in Han Muye’s eyes dissipated.

The flame in his divine treasure is connected with the altar here, and the blood power of Bai Wuhen!

When the power of Bai Wuhen’s bloodline increases and more bloodline power is activated, Han Muye can also detect it.

All of this is the price Bai Wuhen paid.

Otherwise, Han Muye changed her inheritance memory for her, and let her directly possess the ultimate swordsmanship, is it for nothing?

Walking cross-legged, Han Muye had aura and sword light intertwined on his body.

Entering the secret realm, he had a profound understanding of the swordsmanship he controlled by inheriting his bloodline memory.

At this time, sword lights intertwined around him, as if to form a cocoon of light.

In his divine treasure, in the sea of qi, the sword of the soul and the sword of sword intent also seemed to become a cocoon of light.

This is a sign that the soul and sword intent are about to begin to transform.

Now Han Muye can no longer measure his own cultivation realm by the rules of the cultivation world.

His dantian spiritual qi cultivation level is not enough to enlighten the spirit, but the spirit of the spirit is so strong that it can be suppressed even when he is out of the body.

When he came to this secret realm, if he could further improve his physical strength, make his body stable and his sword bones perfect, at that time, even if he didn’t need the power of his soul, he would dare to stand up to the heavenly realm.

“Bam—”

In the altar in front, a spiritual light suddenly rose.

The flames on the altar burst into five colors.

Among the tribes, the scattered Qinghu clan has a path of qi and blood rising.

Bloodline power increased!

Bai Wuhen traveled a hundred miles, but within an hour, he captured the power of a tribe’s bloodline.

This combat power is really good.

A trace of spiritual energy emerged from Han Muye’s divine treasure flame.

This is the bloodline power belonging to the spirit mink clan.

The Ling Sable Clan is good at finding elixir, and they are also extremely sensitive to the aura of the earth veins.

With this kind of power integrated into the bloodline, if it is refined, the perception of spiritual energy and the power of heaven and earth will be much more delicate.

Even if it is integrated into swordsmanship, it can also have more insights into the sword of breaking the law.

Seeing the faint traces of flames in the Divine Treasure that merged with the long sword and wrapped around the Divine Soul Long Sword, Han Muye’s eyes flashed with aura.

“Everything in the world can be a sword.”

“It turns out that the third level of Wanjian’s return to the sect is that after a sword turns into a thousand swords, all things become swords, and swords become all things.”

The words fell, and all the auras around him melted.

In the sea of his air, the purple air of human hope wrapped the sword intent sword and turned it into a huge light cocoon.

The kendo cultivation base realized the ultimate, began to transform into a spirit, and sublimated into another kind of power.

Feeling the condensation of the light cocoon, Han Muye smiled even more.

A trip to the secret realm, just to understand this kendo, it is already worth it.

He originally thought that the sublimation and comprehension of this kind of swordsmanship would require a trip to the East China Sea to have a chance.

Unexpectedly, everything is really a sword.

In the distance, a sword light flew back and landed on the altar.

The flames soared upwards, illuminating the sky.

Several figures returned, followed by many masters of the Qinghu clan.

On the contrary, when Xiang Lingshuang, who took big strides, came back, his face was gloomy.

For the Elephant Clan who don’t like killing, watching a battle of genocide is really hard in their hearts.

This is the real situation of the spiritual world.

The Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons is nothing but the ultimate in the mutual expedition between these races.

After all, when the great powers of the Wild Star Region sent the Myriad Demons Secret Realm out, they wanted to use such a killing method to maintain the continuation of the bloodline inheritance.

Competition can last forever.

Ease will eventually perish.

For two days in a row, Bai Wuhen shot and robbed the power of blood five times.

One of them was a battle with a heavenly powerhouse.

Now, the sable clan elder is already at the station, surrendering to Bai Wuhen and becoming the number one master under Bai Wuhen.

The fusion of Tianhu bloodline and Qinghu bloodline, Bai Wuhen’s combat power is stronger than imagined.

At this time, behind her, five long tails floated and moved.

The yellow-haired tiger sitting on the back of the one-horned rhino couldn’t help reaching out, trying to grab the long tail.

Of course, this long tail is nothing but an illusion, just the appearance of power, she reached out and got nothing.

Bai Wuhen’s strength increased, and Han Muye also gained more bloodline memory and bloodline inheritance.

The sables are good at running on the ground and are close to the grass and trees.

The white-fronted wolves are good at riding the wind and are very fast.

Every race has its own characteristics of bloodline power.

Extracting the inheritance power from it, Han Muye understood what Bai Wuhen wanted.

speed.

hide.

Whether it is a green fox, a spirit mink, or a white-fronted wolf clan, they are all extremely fast.

This is not the speed of long-distance flight like Tianhe, but the speed of an instant, invisible short-distance attack.

This speed is extremely fast, and for a sword cultivator, it can quickly increase the combat power many times.

In the world of swordsmanship, the top ten are nine fast.

Han Muye stripped these bloodlines and stayed there, and when he returned to the Lynx station, he merged them into the bloodline inheritance.

“The Unmarked Holy Maiden, the Cloud Leopard Clan’s residence is in front.” The black-bearded old man wearing a black robe and carrying a short houndstooth knife on his back said in a low voice.

The clouded leopard is also known for its speed.

Moreover, the strength of the clouded leopard clan, the affinity of the wind attribute, is also considered to be the best among various clans.

The cloud leopard clan’s station is not close to Bai Wuhen and the others, but it is not far from Changshan Qinghu’s station.

“Sister Wuhen, are you really going?” Xiang Lingshuang, who was beside her, turned her head solemnly.

The demonic light that flashed in the tribal station ahead was extremely prosperous.

This is a large tribe.

At least one hundred thousand tribes.

“Of course I’m going.” There was a hint of agility in Bai Wuhen’s eyes, and a faint flame of light flashed.

“If I don’t win the Clouded Leopard Clan, I don’t have the absolute certainty to deal with the Changshan Qinghu.”

She turned her head, glanced at Han Muye who was sitting beside Huang Zhihu, and nodded lightly.

Han Muye’s combat power is unpredictable, but that doesn’t mean she can send Han Muye’s shot.

Perhaps, he really had concerns about his life, and Han Muye would take care of it.

Bai Wuhen, who was born in Tianhu, has the intelligence and caution that Tianhu clan should have.

If she has to be absolutely perfect, she will go to the Changshan Qinghu clan.

“If you want to go to the Changshan Qinghu Clan before sunset, there is only one hour left here.” Bai Wuhen turned his head to look at the few Jindan powerhouses beside him.

These are the masters of the Qinghu clan and the other clans she subdued to condense the demon pill.

“This time, I only need the power of blood.”

Bai Wuhen spoke in a deep voice, then raised his hand and waved.

As long as the power of the bloodline, the rest, don’t care.

Those golden core masters, with a movement, rushed out in an instant.

“boom–”

A gust of wind unfolded, turned into the shadow of a hundred-zhang wind dragon, and raged towards the tribal station.

After the wind roll, one after another spell, sword light, turned into a torrent.

“Dare to attack my clouded leopard clan?”

“court death!”

Two voices sounded, and two figures in white robes flew down, one of them stopped, raised his hand and slammed it down, smashing the wind dragon.

Then he stood in the same place, with a shock of demon light on his body, which gathered the broken wind dragon and turned it into a long spear.

The long spear blocked the sword light of the spells behind, and smashed it inch by inch.

One person can block so many magic sword lights, and he is obviously a powerhouse in the realm of heaven.

The other person who came with him was naturally also in the heavenly realm.

The other person stepped out in midair, and the wind swept his body into a pair of big hands, pressing down on Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the one-horned rhinoceros.

In his opinion, Han Muye and Huang Zhihu, who were sitting cross-legged on the giant rhinoceros, were the most special in this group.

A light smile appeared on Bai Wuhen’s face, the aura on his body converged, and the long tail had long since disappeared.

She moved slightly and disappeared.

The old man of the sable clan stepped out in one step, his expression dignified, and the canine blade pierced out of his hand.

The aura of light collided with the black light of the houndstooth blade, bringing out the slightest shock of Astral Qi.

“Hei Yuchen? You dare to come to my Cloud Leopard Clan—”

Before the clouded leopard clan’s words were finished, their expression suddenly changed.

With the strength of the Sable Clan, how could they dare to come?

Since this sable clan has come to attack the clouded leopard station, there must be a reason.

The only possibility is, Skywalker!

The Sable Clan has been controlled by Skywalker, the bloodline inheritance of the Sable Clan has been taken away, and even the experts of the Heaven Realm have been subdued.

What kind of power is that?

Skywalker’s coming to the secret realm is suppressed by the power of the Great Dao~www.readmtl.com~ In the case of being unable to borrow the power of heaven and earth, he can still subdue the realm of heaven. Such powerhouses are extremely terrifying.

“Bam—”

The demonic light on the big cloud-qi hand and the dog-tooth blade oscillated and scattered.

“At this time, I dare to be distracted. Seriously, I want to die.”

A voice sounded behind the clouded leopard clan’s heavenly powerhouse.

The voice was soft, with a hint of charm, it seemed, like the naughty play of the girl next door.

But in this voice, there is a chilling sword light!

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