Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

If the bloodline power goes back to its origin and its power is improved, I don’t know what it will be like in the end?

"What kind of monster bloodline will Senior Brother Han transform?"

Bai Wuhen looked at Han Muye who was leaving and whispered.

What kind of way are those reckless seniors asking for?

Is what Han Muye does, following the sky, or is it heaven-defying?

do not know.

Smart as a fox, Bai Wuhen has no bottom in his heart.

All she can do is wait.

See what Han Muye can do.

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Han Muye and Huang Zhihu rode the one-horned rhino and returned to the lynx station in two days.

Walking slowly is to let Huangzhihu adapt to how to control the one-horned rhino in the future.

By the time they arrived at the Lynx Clan's station, the huge one-horned rhino had turned into an ordinary appearance, no more than 10 feet tall, with a faint jade-colored aura glowing on its body, and a wreath of various colors.

The wreath was made by Huang Zhihu who picked wild flowers and asked Yun Di to help.

The moment Han Muye stepped into the Lynx station, countless Sword Rays rose up from the entire tribe station.

The flames on the altar kept flickering and seemed to be cheering.

Han Muye raised his head, in his eyes, a flash of spiritual light, a golden flame, fell directly on the altar.

"Owner."

The lynx bloodline mountain Cangfei who turned into a big cat fell and fell in front of Han Muye.

On its body, blue light flashed.

This is accepting the power of inheritance.

After its inheritance power merges, the entire ethnic group begins to inherit new fusion memories.

Lying in front of Han Muye, Shan Cang's aura was constantly surging, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

In Han Muye's sanctuary, the flames are constantly changing.

Peeling cocoons.

Pulled away from the original restlessness and indiscretion in the bloodline of the Lynx family, and integrated into the intelligence of Tianhu.

Decompose the agility of the green fox, the speed of the mink and the clouded leopard into a new bloodline.

These things seem easy, each of which is derived by Han Muye countless times.

The fusion of bloodlines, if there is a little mistake, that is the demise of the entire ethnic group.

On Shan Cang's body, the breath became more and more vigorous.

The original mania slowly subsided, and in his eyes, there was a divine light of wisdom.

Its figure gradually turned into an illusion.

This is the manifestation of the power of the wind attribute, allowing the figure to be between reality and illusion, protecting oneself to the greatest extent and hiding oneself.

The fingers and claws under his feet moved lightly, and Shan Cang's body turned into a breeze, as if it was about to drift away.

With such a figure, coupled with kendo means, the combat power is absolutely tyrannical.

Han Muye smiled and looked at Shan Cang, whose figure was slowly revealed.

"Hey, the big cat has an extra tail."

The yellow fat tiger sitting on the back of the one-horned rhino let out a curious voice.

At this moment, behind Shan Cang, an illusory cat tail appeared.

Shan Cang looked excited and bowed to Han Muye.

"Thank you master for the reward."

This extra cat tail is not only the result of the increase in bloodline strength and the fusion of the nine-tailed celestial fox bloodline, but also represents a complete change in the bloodline power of the Lynx clan.

In the future, as long as the lynx people practice well, they will have the opportunity to become a nine-tailed civet, and Cultivation Base surpasses the ancestors.

Expanding Aperture is far from the end.

This jump in bloodline power is just a legend in the secret realm of Myriad Demons.

Today, when such an opportunity came to him, Shan Cang was of course delighted.

Shan Cang spat out a piece of Jade Slip, then turned into a breeze and returned to the altar.

The flames on the altar exploded, and a flame of ten meters rose.

One after another, the lynx people stepped forward and began to accept the opportunity of inheritance.

Han Muye led Huangzhihu back to the thatched hut, Yundi settled Huangzhihu to rest, and Han Muye took out the Jade Slip and penetrated into it.

Not bad. In the past few days, the Bobcats have investigated all the forces and ethnic groups within a radius of 5,000 miles.

With the current concealment methods of the Lynx people, except for a few large clans around them, they cannot penetrate into it, and the other tribes have absolutely no secrets at all.

"Five hundred miles to the south, there is a raccoon tribe in Siyun Mountain. There is one in the Half-step Tianjing. There is a small mine in the tribe's resident. Three days ago, a Tian practitioner joined it."

"Five hundred and twenty miles west of Luotuo Valley, the ferret tribe, one of the Half-step Heaven Realm, is good at pill refining, and the tribe has a field of elixir. In the past few days, five celestial practitioners are doing their best to surround and kill the ferret tribe."

"Thousands of miles away, the spiritual pig clan of Baihe Mountain has the power of ancient times to tear apart the sky in the bloodline. It is violent and arrogant. The clan has a crowd of 30,000, and there are several strong people. There are heavenly realms. Ten heavenly practitioners came and were executed."

...

Messages appeared one by one, and there were also various power distribution maps, various races' stature, appearance, bloodline strength characteristics, and so on.

"There are seven lynx groups within 5,000 miles, and they can all be merged together, and the fusion of blood power will improve. Perhaps, the group will be reborn."

"The ferrets are good at pill refining, but they can use it to see if they can change the bloodline memory and focus on pill refining."

"Spiritual Pig Department," Han Muye said with a gleam in his eyes, "I'm also somewhat interested in the ancient bloodline."

"boom--"

Outside the hut, there was a roar.

That is because the bloodline power is increasing too fast, and the gang wind that is induced is oscillating.

An old man in green robe sitting cross-legged in front of the altar, the blue demon light flashed, and the phantom of the lynx appeared behind him.

The incarnation of the spirit gathering, the bloodline is manifested.

This is only when the bloodline power is strong enough.

Half step heaven.

The lynx family also has its own Half step heaven.

The aura Monster Qi outside the hut roared all night.

Three Half Step Heaven Realms appeared in the Lynx clan, and seven powerhouses above Gold Core Sixth Stage.

This kind of change in strength is more than ten times stronger than before.

What's more, in the inheritance memory, the power of various swordsmanship and blood is not comparable to before.

When the sun rises, all the lynx people come to worship.

In the bloodline memory, their master is only one, and that is Han Muye who gave them power.

Let the other tribes disperse, Han Muye left behind ten strong tribes.

Their task is to go to the weasel station to help it resist the siege of the celestial practitioners.

Then Han Muye looked at Shan Cang standing beside him.

"Let's go to Baihe Mountain."

Baihe Mountain?

Shan Cang was stunned.

"Master, are we going to form an alliance with them?" The long tail moved lightly behind it and whispered, "The spirit pigs have a tyrannical temperament, so I'm afraid they won't accept it."

"I'm interested in tearing the blood of Tianqi." Han Muye's words made Shan Cang tremble.

Without going to Guan Shancang, Han Muye turned to look at Huang Zhihu, who had just woken up and was already practicing in the morning.

"Zhihu, will your adoptive father give you a task?"

Hearing that there was a mission, Huang Zhihu closed his fist and nodded expectantly.

"You stay in the tribe, teach them the articles they have learned, and test their literacy."

Han Muye smiled.

Huang Zhihu's eyes lit up: "Is it the same as Master Cui?"

Cui Helian was Huang Zhihu's enlightenment teacher.

Han Muye nodded.

"Okay." Huang Zhihu put his hands behind his back, imitating Cui Helian's appearance, paced forward, raised his hand to his chest, and remembered that he didn't have that long beard, so he had to give up.

Yundi followed behind her.

Watching Huang Zhihu go to teach writing, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

Just find something for this little girl to do.

The original arrangement to bring Huang Zhihu to the secret realm was to help her integrate when she met a suitable bloodline.

In this way, tens of hundreds of years of ascetic cultivation of Huangzhihu can be saved.

This little girl is her own righteous daughter, and she is the second generation of Xijiang's top cultivator, so she naturally wants to give her the best chance.

Now Huang Zhihu is happy to eat, drink and play in the secret realm, but he can't waste his studies and practice.

Moreover, most of the secret realm are demon clan, and such environment is not good for the growth of Huangzhihu.

Han Muye is ready to get the treasure he wants in the shortest time, and then leave the secret realm.

A crane appeared in front of Han Muye, and he stepped on the crane's back.

The crane spread its wings and walked away.

The faint wind that Shan Cang turned into hovered around Tian He's neck.

A thousand miles away, for Tianhe, who is good at flying, it will only take a while.

The rocks in front are towering, like white cranes spreading their wings.

At the foot of the mountain, the continuous tribe, Monster Qi rises. "Roar--"

With a roar, a black light turned into a gust of wind and slammed into the sky.

The wind was like a knife, and in the surrounding void, there was a sharp whistling.

The power of coercion came, such as the mountain of Wanjun.

This spirit pig department is really tyrannical, and it shoots directly.

The crane spreads its wings lightly, and its body flashes, avoiding the bombardment of the Gangfeng.

The sky is the world of Tianhe.

Han Muye fell into the void and stood with his hands behind his back.

Shan Cang looked solemn and looked down.

One after another, a huge demon light rose up.

The strongest of them, the beam of light soared into the sky, and among them was a phantom shadow of a black armored pig with a hundred zhang fangs, roaring and roaring.

Heavenly Demon.

There really is a heavenly monster in this spirit pig department.

Looking at the big demon who came first, Han Muye narrowed his eyes slowly, and Sword Ray appeared behind him.

Eight Treasures Ruyi Scepter turned into a long sword of blue light, mobilized Dantian Sword intent, wrapped Sword Ray surrounded by purple air in Qi Sea, and slashed all the way.

"boom--"

Sword Ray hit the beam of light and slashed on top of the pig demon phantom.

The pig demon screamed, and its body turned into nothingness.

The big monster of the day below stopped.

Sword Ray didn't stop, and cut down again.

"Stop-"

With a roar, several Half-step heavenly bodies slammed into Sword Ray.

These figures are not willing to block the sword.

Their bodies rushed up uncontrollably.

"It turns out that the spirit of the blood of the spirit pig department has merged with the heavenly monster."

Han Muye whispered softly, his expression remained unchanged, and the momentum of the long sword in front of him fell without wavering.

"Thorn-"

The body of a Half step Heavenly Realm was cut off by Sword Ray.

virtual.

False.

The Half-step Heaven Realm of the Spirit Pig Department has no actual combat power at all.

Sword Ray swept across, and the other Half Step Heaven Realms did not last three breaths.

No wonder the spirit pigs in this area can go out of the realm. It turned out that all the resources and blood power were put on the big monster of the realm alone.

Gather the power of a family to support one person.

Many foreign practitioners who enter the secret realm do this.

I didn't expect the big demon in this secret realm to do the same.

"Go to hell—"

The Half-step Heavenly Realm blocked Sword Ray, and the Heavenly Realm big demon finally took a breath, roaring furiously, golden light shining all over his body, his head and face turned into four and a half-zhang fangs, a demon with protruding eyes and a long mouth.

"Demon body and demonic nature? This is because the power of blood fusion has not been completed, and the power of blood has affected the heart and lost its origin."

Shan Cang whispered in horror.

In the secret realm, these bloodline powers cannot escape the fate of being refined.

But most of the demon clan and bloodline are compatible with each other and complement each other.

For example, the big monster in front of him forcibly refines his bloodline, causing the bloodline to conflict with his own strength, and his body strength is not harmonious at all, very few.

No wonder this Spirit Pig Department is extremely tyrannical.

Incarnated as a fangs demon, the strength of the big demon in the sky has increased by several times, and the golden light around him will remove the Spiritual Qi in the void.

As if it was not enough, the big demon roared in the sky, and the aura flame on the altar behind him rose.

One after another, the members of the pig tribe were paralyzed, and their blood and Monster Qi were drawn and poured into the altar.

Extract the origin of the bloodline of the family.

This method is cruel.

Han Muye shook his head, and Sword Ray in front of him rushed forward and chopped down.

The great demon of the heavenly realm roared, and the blue demon light in his mouth turned into a wind blade, facing the long sword.

The supernatural power of tearing the sky.

The ancient alien beast tore the sky, can control the power of the wind spirit, and break the cage of heaven and earth with the wind blade.

Even the Vault of Heaven barrier can't stop the blow of tearing the Heavenly Sword.

This spirit pig clan demon obviously has the bloodline power to tear the sky, and the power of this wind blade is extremely tyrannical.

"wind?"

Looking at the wind blade, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to be the incarnation of the breeze, surrounded by flowing clouds.

Where does the wind come from?

Change of heaven and earth.

Mountains, forests, water and fire, the changes of all things, caused the void to vibrate, and finally turned into an endless wind.

That being the case, what if the wind changes again?

At this moment, Shan Cang, who was standing beside Han Muye, oscillated, turned into a wind, and then turned into a wind blade, slamming directly into the divine power that ripped the sky below.

Wind to wind!

The wind rolls collided, the wind blades oscillated continuously, and then turned into nothingness.

The astral wind dissipated, and the clouds drifted away.

Below, the Great Demon of the Heavenly Realm stared in horror, watching the long sword fall from the sky, splitting his body in half with one blow.

"Bam—"

On the altar, flames rose.

Shan Cang's body, which turned into a breeze, slammed directly onto the altar.

In the entire Spirit Pig tribe, all the clansmen were crawling on the ground, their auras surging and weakening continuously.

Without the blessing of the bloodline of tearing the sky, these spirit pigs are the most common ethnic group.

Half an hour later, the flames burst, and Shan Cang, who had three tails behind him, turned into a hundred zhang, and stepped out in one step, a low roar came from his mouth.

Han Muye's body is intertwined, and his inspiration is surging.

The wind attribute is friendly and complete.

Through the perception of the bloodline power of ancient alien beasts, Han Muye finally raised his wind affinity to the full level.

Now he uses the Liaoyuan swordsmanship that combines wind and fire, and his combat power can be increased several times.

"Let's go, go back and send someone to scavenge this tribe's station to see if there is anything that can be used."

The power of the bloodline of the Spirit Pig Department was fused by Shan Cang, and the power of this tribe declined infinitely.

The resources in the tribe, of course, have to be seized.

Shan Cang has already attracted with the power of his blood, and more than a thousand strong men of the Lynx clan are on their way to come quietly.

Han Muye flew and landed on Tianhe's back.

The crane circled and chirped softly.

"In Baihe Mountain, is there the power of blood you want?" Han Muye turned to look at the rock like a white crane spreading its wings.

The spirit around him was shocked, and the silhouettes of Tianhe appeared one after another.

These Tianhes are all sleeping in the Tianhe space of Tianheyi, and slowly cultivate.

As soon as the Tianhe figures appeared, all of them screamed and slammed into the rocks of Baihe Mountain.

"Bam—"

The blood-colored streamer stained the rocks.

The Blood Essence on the top of Tianhe's head can increase the fusion of the blood of the demon race.

This is the treasure.

Watching the cranes hit the rocks, the Blood Essence was worn out, and Han Muye frowned.

But he didn't stop.

He could feel that there was power recovering on Baihe Mountain.

This power has a heart-pounding depth.

That is the powerful space force.

This power is one with the Tianhe Wing controlled by Han Muye.

Ancient blood?

Tianhe inheritance?

interesting.

"boom--"

The rocks of Baihe Mountain burst and collapsed, and a huge white crane appeared.

Around the white crane, the blood-stained sky crane on the top of his head shrouded in grief.

Baihe stared at Han Muye.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This white crane has no wings.