Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

blood sacrifice.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I don't know if the time flow rate in this secret realm is arranged by that demon master, Duan Jiuxiao.

According to Xiao Yueli, Qian Yiming exchanged a ten-year truce for the qualification to enter the secret realm of Wan Yao this time.

Treat yourself well.

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.

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

The vast power seems to come from ancient times.

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

Each square is a thousand realm monsters.

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

"Well, that's how your practitioners call this Cultivation Base Realm."

Those demon clan with short blades retreated in panic.

Han Muye heard the name for the first time.

A gate with Blood Qi intertwined appeared.

"Commander Qian, the same." Han Muye replied.

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.

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

It was the Shanli Demonic Beasts who was shot by Xiang Lingshuang with an arrow just now.

Qian Yiming didn't seem to expect that Han Muye would be so humble and arrogant. He was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Okay, okay, this invitation, Benzhen has kept his word."

A low whimper came out of his mouth.

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

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

Looking around, Han Muye whispered.

Han Muye changed the teleportation location just now, using the blood of the little white fox and Xiang Lingshuang as the traction, the teleportation location was naturally the demon clan's territory.

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

After ten years in the secret realm, it's only been one year in the Southern Wilderness outside.

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

"brush--"

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

In the distance, several figures disappeared in a flash.

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

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

Qian Yiming.

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

Elephant clan, probably.

This is the process of the continuation of countless races, large and small, in the secret realm of Myriad Demons.

"This is the Myriad Demon secret realm? It's amazing."

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

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

After he finished speaking, he strode forward and shouted, "Boy, don't die in the secret realm."

"Outside the secret realm gate, no fighting is allowed." The old voice sounded.

Although his own Spiritual Qi Cultivation Base is talented, but the Confucianism and Taoism Cultivation Base, the power of the soul is already extremely strong, and he has also fought over the transformation of the gods.

This punch made the monsters who rushed forward stunned.

The secret realm is not only a change in power, but also a change in the flow of time.

"Let's go, go to the resident of the Lynx clan." After Han Muye finished speaking, he led Huangzhihu and walked forward.

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

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

A faint Blood Qi was extracted, and then, the power of space wrapped Han Muye, Huang Zhihu, and the little white fox in Huang Zhihu's hands.

An oversized wind tornado formed and then washed the space.

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

Only the kind of strong people who have accumulated richness on their own can thrive in this secret realm.

Suddenly, Blood Qi filled the air in an instant.

Han Muye didn't believe that the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan didn't use the Wan Yao secret realm to get rid of Qian Yiming.

This is the rule in the secret realm.

But when the sound came out, the monsters who besieged Xiang Lingshuang shuddered, all of them froze in place, unable to even stand, and slumped to the ground.

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

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

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

"Han will treat you well."

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

So that's the case.

The long knife was drawn, and blood splashed.

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

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 not a good person when he stares at me."

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

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

Pity.

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.

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

"Senior Brother Han, you call the shots."

They dragged the beaver, who was shot with an arrow, and followed Han Muye behind them.

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

"I come from the body of a wasteland civet cat, and my Cultivation Base has touched the Expanding Aperture of Heaven."

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

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

When transitioning in the void space, Han Muye's heart moved. Instead of obeying his own blood force, a space force poured out from his body, pulling his body along with the yellow fat tiger and the white fox she was holding.

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

day practitioner?

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

There is no such powerful Heavenly Dao power in the Profound Sky Realm.

Han Muye glanced 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.

He is a swordsman.

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

Han Muye felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

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

The sound seemed like a chirping, long and rude.

Soul shock, blood pressure.

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

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

The Spiritual Qi in this secret realm is vast and tyrannical, and it is also suitable for demon cultivation.

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

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

Myriad Demons secret realm, opened with the blood of Myriad Demons.

Just like this, the power of Heavenly Dao is unimaginable.

"kill--"

The secret realm of Ten Thousand Demons is called the Sacred Land of the Demon Race, and it really has this qualification.

Behind them, there are more than a dozen heavenly realms and nearly a hundred Half-step heavenly realms.

A dark golden light rose.

"Sister Xiaobai told me."

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

Guardian envoy.

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

"Let's go."

With a long cry from the old voice, he came to the side of the tall Blood Qi gate and sat cross-legged on the ground.

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

"Om-"

No wonder Tianjing is reluctant to enter it.

There is a lush greenery in it.

The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Race is evident.

Kill one as an example.

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

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

"You, who are you?"

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

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.

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

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

This is the first time Han Muye has seen a secret realm that can change the flow of time.

That world is called Manghuang Star Territory.

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

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

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.

In ancient times, a chaotic battle broke out on a Star inhabited by countless monsters. The strong shot and the Star shattered.

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

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

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.

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

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

Han Muye said.

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

Then, he turned and walked back.

An aura also wrapped him.

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."

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

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.

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

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

Her hands clasped the white fox in her arms tightly.

"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.

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.

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

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

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

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.

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

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

Xiang Lingshuang suddenly turned around, raised his hand and grabbed the big bow, and pulled the bowstring.

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

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.

Xiang Lingshuang was shocked, then shook his head slightly.

Han Muye shook his head.

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

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

This ten thousand demon secret realm is a few Power shots, and the remaining bloodlines are resident to preserve the power of the bloodlines.

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.

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

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

blood sacrifice.

The sound is slightly harsh.

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

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

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

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.

Such means of changing the flow of time, involving Heavenly Dao, is the overhaul of the transformation of the gods, I am afraid that there is no such ability.

Han Muye shook his head.

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

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

One after another, the young elites of the Western Xinjiang flew behind Han Muye and the others, and their bodies were surging.

"call out--"

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

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

"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..."

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.

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

After speaking, he shook his head again: "I don't want to subdue them either."

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

With the mind of a young elephant from the elephant clan, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive in the secret realm.

There, it should be wild.

"Thorn-"

Xiang Lingshuang's face was dazed.

"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."

A figure rushed towards Han Muye, his body curled together, a black halo thrust forward in his hand, and he moved quickly.

Xiang Lingshuang turned to look at Han Muye.

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

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

"roll--"

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

"After entering the secret realm, it is best for you to find the same family as soon as possible. My fellow daoist from Xijiang hopes that there will be less infighting in the secret realm and mutual support."

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

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.

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

Then, you can see many figures gathered around.

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

"hiss--"

Then Emmanuel and Blood Qi wrapped their bodies, and these realm monsters disappeared one by one.

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

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

"Qian Zhenshou is interested in Xijiang?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "Then I hope you have the opportunity to come to my Xijiang as a guest."

But this kind of endless harassment really looked suffocating.

Using his own blood as a guide, he entered the secret realm of Myriad Demons.

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

Wan Yao Ling, from ancient times.

Behind him, a fish monster with black scales followed.

"Then let this lynx clan be subdued first." Han Muye grabbed the blood drop and looked around, with a deep divine light in his eyes.

They just want to live a good life for themselves.

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

"Honorable heavenly practitioners, what do you want me to do?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Sacrificial—"

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

"This arrow is not bad." Han Muye said softly.

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