Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

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

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

A piece of grassland, is it hard to get?

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

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

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

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

In the distance, one after another figure came running.

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

In fact, although there is no such unreasonable bloodline suppression in human race practitioners, the various rules of honor and inferiority formulated by human race sects, aristocratic families, and even dynasties are sometimes more unreasonable than bloodline suppression.

Xiang Lingshuang did not speak.

That is impossible.

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

Sword Ray was blazing, taking away the light of the Great Demon of the Heaven Realm, overshadowing the scorching heat of the flames in the altar behind him.

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

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

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

There are also practitioners from another world, including demons and human beings.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Xiang Lingshuang grinned: "We all share the food, no matter how little, we will share."

Ziyan flew out like a crescent moon.

"Human race?"

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

Han Muye shook his head.

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

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.

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

The little white fox let out a low hiss.

"arctic fox?"

Three powerful monsters from the Gold Core Eighth Stage Cultivation Base rushed forward.

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.

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

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

The bloodline inheritance begins again.

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

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

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

...

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

"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.

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

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

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

Then, their bodies uncontrollably crawl to the ground.

This is the first time he sees Han Muye's sword.

"What they care about is the final outcome."

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

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

"Master, within a radius of thousands of miles, there are dozens of large and small races, hundreds of various tribes, we can go slowly—" Shan Cang's eyes showed a longing golden light.

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

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

"It's just a sword."

Qingming and Ziyan unsheathed at the same time.

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

"The people who make the rules of the game won't care about the life and death of the monsters in the game."

They deserve the prosperity of their Qinghu clan!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Yesterday, he followed the Lynx clan and watched as the Lynx clan slaughtered the Shanli clan and robbed the bloodline to return.

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

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

Xiang Lingshuang held her own bow tightly, turned around, and looked into the distance.

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."

Just like the Blue Armor Fox Demon who was beheaded by him just now.

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

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

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

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

The predecessor of the little white fox was Tianhu.

The power of the bloodline of the Lynx family is mixed, and its source power is not strong, it is just Expanding Aperture.

What Han Muye said was exactly what he saw yesterday.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

"Om-"

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

The old man from the Green Fox clan of Gold Core Fifth Stage was stunned for a moment, then stopped.

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

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

Three sword pills flew out.

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

To change, need, opportunity.

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.

Shan Cang's body kept flashing golden light, and a Sword intent seemed to be leaking out of his body.

An old man of the Qinghu clan holding a wooden staff narrowed his eyes, and just took a step forward, Han Muye's long sword was raised.

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

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

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

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

"Kuraga-"

Han Muye is right.

Han Muye shook his head, and there was a deep aura in his eyes: "Everything you see is just an appearance."

Qing Ming stabs out, Sword Ray is like a dragon.

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

"wanna die?"

The strength of this power directly rises to the sky.

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

"There is only one share, can we fight?"

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

"Senior brother, is Xiaobai okay?"

A Qinghu tribe fell to the ground.

The power of this bloodline flame is also much stronger.

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

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

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

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

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.

The fox clan elders not far away trembled slightly.

What are the monsters like?

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

"Hey, this is, such a noble bloodline..."

Han Muye's figure turned into a streamer.

"You believe what I just said?" Suddenly, Han Muye chuckled and said loudly.

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

Several figures in blue armor gathered around.

Xiang Lingshuang looked up at the altar with some worry.

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

Han Muye nodded, there was a faint flash of aura and the power of the soul.

"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."

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

Han Muye shook his head and turned into a breeze.

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

"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."

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

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

In the distance, there was a roar.

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

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

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

At this moment, the Sword Ray that could not be concealed rose from his body!

In his eyes, a bright light burst out.

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

However, this method can also be broken.

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

The process of combining swordsmanship with the specialties of the Lynx clan is also the process of Han Muye's modification of swordsmanship and continuous sharpening.

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

"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.

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

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

"I, I want to have our own grassland that belongs to our elephant clan."

Powerful bloodline power!

"Please Venerable to the altar."

Kill all the clansmen and take back all the bloodline power. The power of backlash is naturally reduced.

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

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

Some are the secret realm tribe, some are the Southern Wilderness Monster Race.

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.

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

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

With one enemy and three, Jianwan is the formation!

Xiang Lingshuang strode forward, followed by Han Muye and Tianhe flapping his wings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not frightened by Han Muye's words, but the flames on the altar in front of them, began to tremble.

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

"Om-"

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

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

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."

According to the Realm of Swordsmanship Cultivation, after reaching the peak, returning to the basics and mastering it, can it be subtly integrated into the bloodline power.

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

Han Muye turned his head and glanced at Xiang Lingshuang: "You elephants have a big appetite, what will you do if you don't have enough food?"

"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.

Xiang Lingshuang did not flinch.

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

"Then, what if the food can't be divided?" Han Muye's words revealed a trace of emotion that made Xiang Lingshuang tremble.

A lilac aura emerged from the lynx people.

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

Whether to fight?

Inside the hut, a golden flame was held in front of Han Muye's palm, and Sword Ray flashed in his eyes.

On the altar, a pale yellow flame rose.

"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."

"Roar--"

"Grassland, I grabbed it myself!"

But he didn't want to die.

A sword.

Gold Core monster.

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

"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.

"Elephant tribe?"

The Elephant Clan boy looked cramped, his eyes didn't dare to look at Han Muye, he raised his hand and gently pressed Huang Zhihu's leg, then strode forward and ran forward.

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

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

This is a brand new attempt for Han Muye.

That is the desire for power.

"I, I want to change that."

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

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

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

Elephant clan, probably like this.

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

Re-comprehend the kendo, Han Muye unknowingly, the mastery of the kendo is deeper.

Only in this way, the benefits are even less.

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

After three, three more.

"If you want to change the rules, then you have to learn to kill first." Han Muye turned his head and his eyes fell on Xiang Lingshuang's face.

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.

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

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

"Sisi-"

Change the rules?

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

After three, there are three more!

Some people whispered, some excitedly shouted.

A shocking force began to grow on the altar.

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

Ideas buried deep in the bloodline are difficult to change.

One-tenth of a breath.

"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 blood power on this altar."

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

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

Xiang Lingshuang scratched his head and whispered, "It's a way."

Han Muye directly integrates the means of reconnaissance, concealment, camouflage, and mapping into the Lynx bloodline.

"A fight is a fight, it's just..."

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

Even, for the first time he saw Han Muye with a sword in his hand.

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

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

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

"What do you think the demon clan should be like?" Han Muye said lightly without looking back, looking ahead.

Today, it is more powerful than ever.

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

On the altar outside the hut, the flames rose.

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

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

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

"Bam—"

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