Blood Sacrifice.

Several white-haired Demon Clan Heavenly Realms stood on a high platform in front of them, wearing linen robes and holding a short knife in their hands.

Behind them, there were more than a dozen Heavenly Realms and nearly a hundred and half-step Heavenly Realms.

These people are of different shapes, some have two horns on their heads, some have a full mane, and some have long tails behind them and big ears and fans.

Under the high platform, dozens of demon clan phalanxes were neatly arranged.

Each phalanx is a thousand Earth Realm Demon Clans.

The strength of the Southern Desolation Demon Clan can be seen.

"Sacrifice—"

The old man's voice sounded, and all the demon clans pressed the knife in their hands into their palms, and then clenched them hard.

"Thorn-"

The long knife was drawn, and blood splattered.

The blood was pounding, and it was instantly diffused.

Between heaven and earth, there is a wind and a shock.

The power of the vastness seems to come from an ancient call.

The secret realm of ten thousand demons is opened with the blood of ten thousand demons.

Blood Sacrifice.

An oversized wind sweep is formed, and then sweeps away the space.

A bloody courtyard appeared.

There is a green green in it.

"Enter the secret realm, leave the qi and blood to pull, and after a hundred days, return with blood."

The old man shouted in a long voice, came to the side of the tall blood qi gate, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Among those demon clan phalanxes, demon clan masters under the age of five hundred walked to the front of the courtyard, put down their short knives, and pressed the blood marks on their palms on the courtyard.

Then the aura and blood wrapped around the body, and these realm demon clans disappeared in place one by one.

A short knife with a handle was placed in front of the hundred-foot-high courtyard.

Take your own bloodline as a guide and enter the secret realm of ten thousand demons.

"Let's go."

After the thousands of demon clans in the Southern Wilderness entered the secret realm, Han Muye let out a low sigh, led the yellow fat tiger, stepped out, and fell in front of the courtyard.

The yellow fat tiger was a little nervous, holding the little white fox in his hand and not letting go.

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

One by one, the young elites of Western Xinjiang flew behind Han Muye and them, and their bodies were full of inspiration.

On the other side, a group of black-armored fish demons covered in black scale armor and armed with alien weapons strode over.

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

A cold aura struck the Western Xinjiang team, causing the wind to shake.

"Outside the secret realm, there is no fighting." The old voice rang out.

The young man who led the team of the black turtle demon laughed, stepped forward directly, stretched out his hand and slapped it on the doorway, leaving a blood mark, and then his figure disappeared.

Behind him, a fish demon clad in black scales followed.

Thousands of black-armored fish demons entered the courtyard, and a team of Zhongzhou soldiers wearing black armor and black iron masks stepped forward.

At the front of the soldiers, a middle-aged man holding a long-handled sword was wearing half-armor and his face was ruthless.

"Western?" The middle-aged man looked at Han Muye, and then glared at the yellow fat tiger that Han Muye was holding.

I thought that Huang Zhihu would be scared, but I didn't want Huang Zhihu to frown directly, and stretched out his finger to point at the middle-aged man and said, "Father-in-law, he glared at me, he is not a good person." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and the expression on his face did turn cold: "The Western Frontier is in collusion with the Southern Wilderness, and when this town guard comes back from the secret realm, even your Western Frontier will be destroyed." ”

Guardian.

Qian Yiming.

According to Xiao Yueli, Qian Yiming exchanged the conditions of a ten-year truce for the qualification to enter the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm this time.

It's just that listening now, this ambitious Xuanyang guard envoy seems to have a lot of prejudice against the Western Frontier?

"Envoy Qian Zhen is interested in Western Xinjiang?" Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Then I hope you have the opportunity to come to my Western Xinjiang as a guest." ”

"Han will treat you well."

Good hospitality.

Sword cultivation's hospitality, what else can there be besides the sword?

Qian Yiming didn't seem to expect Han Muye to be so humble or arrogant, he was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, this invitation, this town has kept its promise." ”

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

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

Han Muye didn't believe that the Southern Desolate Demon Clan didn't have the idea of using the Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm to get rid of Qian Yiming.

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

The black-armored masked soldiers behind him walked in silence, and the group stepped into the courtyard, only the sonorous sound of iron armor colliding.

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

Han Muye looked back and saw that the East China Sea Sword Cultivator and Jiaolong clan in the rear had also come over.

"After entering the secret realm, you had better find the same sect to gather at the first time, my fellow Daoists in the Western Frontier hope that there will be little infighting in the secret realm and support each other."

After Han Muye finished speaking, he took the yellow fat tiger and walked slowly to the front of the courtyard, and then stretched out his hand to press on it.

A faint stream of blood qi was extracted, and then, with the power of space, Han Muye and Huang Fat Tiger, as well as the little white fox held by Huang Fat Tiger's hand, were wrapped.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing behind them, hurriedly stepped forward and raised his hand to press on the door.

A spiritual light also enveloped him.

Han Muye could feel the spatial power reaching into his body, and there was the traction of the blood force in it.

When he was transforming in the void space, Han Muye's heart moved, and instead of obeying the power of his own bloodline, a spatial power poured out of his body, pulling away his body with the yellow fat tiger and the white fox she was holding.

By the time they had landed, they were in a wooded area full of green shrubs.

Huang Zhihu held the little white fox in his hand, and Xiang Lingshuang, a young man from the Elephant Clan, stood behind him and grinned.

In the distance, several figures flashed away.

It's not a human race, but a demon race with pointed ears and a sturdy body.

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

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

The spatial power on his body shocked, and the divine soul power in Han Muye's divine treasure poked out.

The divine thought and the power of space rotated in a circle, and turned around the body.

"This is the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Demons? Terrible. ”

Looking around, Han Muye whispered.

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

No wonder the Heavenly Realm is reluctant to enter it.

The overhaul of the Heavenly Realm is coming, and it cannot operate and borrow the power of heaven and earth, and its combat power is similar to that of an ordinary half-step Heavenly Realm.

Only the kind of strong person who has accumulated a lot of self can be like a fish in water in this secret realm.

For the demon clan with strong bloodline power, this secret realm is indeed very advantageous.

The Southern Wilderness Demon Clan is willing to share the secret realm because their demon clan can have more opportunities in the secret realm.

The aura in this secret realm is vast and tyrannical, and it is also suitable for the cultivation of the demon clan.

Not only does the secret realm change, but also the speed of time.

This was the first time Han Muye had seen a secret realm that could change the flow of time.

Even if it is a complete world fire source realm, and the heavenly crane domain that can raise heavenly cranes, these two secret places inherited by the ancient great sects have no means to change time.

The Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm is called the Holy Land of the Demon Clan, and it really has this qualification.

Time flows slowly in this secret realm, nearly ten times slower than outside.

After staying in the secret realm for ten years, it has only been a year since the southern wilderness outside.

This kind of means of changing the flow of time involves the Heavenly Dao, which is the overhaul of the gods, and I am afraid that there is no such ability.

I don't know if the speed of time in this secret realm is arranged by that Demon Venerable Duan Jiuxiao.

Ten times the speed of time, a hundred years in the outside world, a thousand years here, of course, many strong people can be born.

It's just that this gives birth to a strong person, and the power of the Heavenly Dao that is consumed is unimaginable.

The Heavenly Xuan Realm did not have such a strong Heavenly Dao power.

The only possibility is that this realm has the means to draw power from elsewhere.

Han Muzhi felt a trace of emotion in his heart.

Although his own spiritual energy cultivation is only in the realm, but Confucianism and Taoism are cultivated, and the power of the divine soul is already extremely strong, even if he is a god cultivator, he has also fought.

However, he was still unheard of of by these countless powerful methods in the cultivation world.

This is the wonderful part of the spiritual world, and you never know how many secrets are hidden in it, waiting for you to explore.

"Brush—"

A figure rushed towards Han Muye, his body curled together, and a jet black halo stabbed forward in his hand, moving quickly.

The yellow fat tiger subconsciously shrank her neck, and the little white fox in her arms narrowed her eyes.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing behind, stared at him and stepped on the front.

"Bang-"

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

It was a little more than five feet tall, a thin pointy-eared demon clan, dressed in gray-yellow animal skin clothes, with thorns on his head and hair tied to him, and a short blue and black blade in his hand, standing there with a frightened face.

Not far away, more than a dozen demon clans of the same shape were holding short blades in their hands, and they came forward vigilantly.

"You, who are you?"

The voice came eerie, with a hint of a bobcat's chirp.

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

"Father, they asked us who we were." The Yellow Fat Tiger looked up at Han Muye, and then his eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Sister Xiaobai told me."

Her hand tightened her grip on the white fox in her arms.

I see.

Han Muye glanced down at the little white fox with a smile on his face.

Xiang Lingshuang took a few steps forward, clenched her fists, and let out a roar from her mouth.

The sound was like a chirping, long and rough.

The demons with short blades retreated in panic.

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

Then, many figures can be seen gathering together.

They are all pointy-eared, short-stated, and hold weapons of different lengths.

"Kill—"

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

These demons moved quickly, and a phantom shadow crossed the void.

Xiang Lingshuang stood there, his figure more than a foot tall was like a mountain, his fists were clenched, and he shouted in his mouth: "Good come!" ”

Around his body, there was a faint silver halo, like a layer of silver armor around his body.

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

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

He had seen from ancient books that the ancient giant elephant clan was a means that could inspire the shattering of stars with the power of the earth.

"Bang-"

Xiang Lingshuang threw a punch and smashed it on a demon clan who rushed forward.

The demon clan's body was directly smashed by a punch and flew dozens of feet and rolled to the ground.

This punch made those demon clans who rushed forward stunned.

However, the demon clan that rolled to the ground rolled over and got up, touched his body, and the expression on his face changed from horror to surprise.

He whispered.

The other demon clans also cheered, and then rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Han Muye shook his head.

The elephants are relatively peaceful and unwilling to kill or injure at will.

The punch just now could have directly exploded the body of the demon clan on the opposite side and shocked all the other demon clans.

Make an example of what to do.

It's a pity.

No wonder the little white fox wants to let this Ling Shuang come to him for shelter.

With the heart of this elephant boy, I'm afraid I really can't live in the secret realm.

"Get out—"

Xiang Lingshuang let out an angry roar from his mouth, and swung his fists and feet, smashing all the demon clans that surrounded him.

But he didn't kill him, and the bodies of those demon clans who were smashed into the air were not seriously damaged, and when they rushed up again, they were even more fierce.

The short blades in their hands stabbed Xiang Lingshuang's body, and they could only bring out a silver halo that flickered.

But this endless attack is really suffocating.

Xiang Lingshuang roared angrily, but these demon clans did not retreat.

Han Muye shook his head.

He is a sword cultivator.

At this time, the body of the little white fox in the arms of the yellow fat tiger bowed slightly, opened its mouth, and roared low.

Xiang Lingshuang was shocked, and then shook his head slightly.

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

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

"Shhhh

The sound is slightly harsh.

But when this voice came out, the demon clans besieging Xiang Lingshuang trembled, and one by one they froze in place, unable to even stand, and collapsed to the ground.

The soul is shocked, and the blood is suppressed.

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

Seeing that all the opponents fell to the ground, Xiang Lingshuang roared twice, probably saying that he was not allowed to come back in the future.

Then, he turned and walked back.

At the moment when he stepped forward, a phantom figure flew out of the bushes and jungles in the distance.

Xiang Lingshuang suddenly turned around, raised his hand to grab the big bow, pulled the bowstring open, and a cyan long arrow flashed on the big bow, with a Dao demon pattern, and the demon light surged.

"Whoa—"

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

A stream of qi and blood rose, and then condensed a trace, gathering into faint golden blood droplets, flying towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang's face was dazed.

At this time, the demon clans who were sitting on the ground were prostrate on the ground one by one, kowtowing to Xiang Lingshuang.

"That's a good shot." Han Muye said softly.

An elephant clan with infinite close-quarters strength, but he has practiced a magic marksmanship, which is interesting.

"Let's go, let's go to the camp of the Bobcat clan." After Han Muye finished speaking, he led the yellow fat tiger and walked forward.

Xiang Lingshuang hurriedly grabbed the blood droplets in front of him and followed.

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

Those lynx clans followed closely behind Xiang Lingshuang, their eyes revealing longing, and their eyes were fixed on the blood droplets in Xiang Lingshuang's palms.

They dragged the beaver who had been shot by an arrow and followed behind Han Muye.

Babbling voices came, and these demon clans were introducing their identities.

This is a small tribe of the Lynx clan, ruled by the Beaver Clan, and the strong men of the Beaver Clan are suppressed among the tribes.

It was the mountain beaver demon beast that was shot by Xiang Lingshuang with an arrow just now.

That guy fused the bloodline power of the Bobcat clan, but he was unable to refine it, so he could only transform his body into a beast form to keep his strength running and sharpening.

The golden blood droplets in Xiang Lingshuang's hands are the bloodline power that the lynx clan guards in this tribe.

Originally, this drop of blood was offered at the small altar of the tribe to open the door of power to the newborn lynx.

And by absorbing more tribal blood, this drop of blood can also continue to improve.

This is the process of the continuation of countless large and small races in the Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm.

The bloodline opens the power of the clan, and the tribal people use their own bloodline as nourishment to improve and maintain this bloodline.

The camp of the lynx clan is not far away, and there are nearly 10,000 tribes in the large and small thatched huts.

The accompanying lynx clan roared, and countless clansmen poured out of the station, carefully surrounding them.

According to these lynx people, as long as the blood beads containing the blood of the lynx are returned to the altar, their clan will be dominated by Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang turned his head to look at Han Muye.

"This bloodline is useless to us, you can choose to keep it for yourself and exchange it with others in the future, or subdue this demon clan."

Han Muye said.

Hearing his words, Xiang Lingshuang scratched her head, showing a blank look on her face: "I don't have anything to change." ”

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

Loxodons, that's probably it.

They just want to live well on their own.

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

Xiang Lingshuang raised his hand and flicked the blood droplet in front of Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han, you are in charge."

"Then take this lynx clan into custody first." Han Muye grabbed the blood droplet and looked around, his eyes revealing a trace of deep divine light.

There are rules of the secret realm, or rather, the rules of the game.

Walking to the stone platform not far away, Han Muye stretched out his hand and put the blood droplet on it.

"Hum—"

A dark golden light rose.

The phantom of a tall bobcat is revealed.

As soon as the bobcat phantom appeared, all the bobcat clans knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads.

The bobcat phantom slowly solidified, its golden eyes looked at Xiang Lingshuang, and then it threw itself at Han Muye and the Yellow Fat Tiger, its gaze fixed on the little white fox.

"Venerable Skywalker, what do you want me to do?"

Skywalker?

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

That's the rule in the secret realm.

In the highest hut in the middle of the tribe, a pile of red wild fruits was placed in front of the yellow fat tiger.

There were all sorts of other strange fruits, butchers, all on the long case, for her to choose.

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

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

In front of Han Muye, a big gray-black cat cautiously looked at Xiang Lingshuang and the white fox, and then his eyes fell on Han Muye.

"The Ten Thousand Demon Domain is the last habitat of all our demon clans, and we are here to survive and remember the glory of our ancestors......"

The lynx whispered in its mouth, and its smart eyes exuded sadness and regret.

"I myself come from the body of a wasteland civet cat, and my own cultivation has touched the Heavenly Realm out of the body."

"Well, that's what you Skywalkers call this cultivation realm."

In ancient times, there was a chaotic battle on a star inhabited by countless demon clans, and the strong man shot and the stars shattered.

This Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm is the result of several powerful powers, and the remaining bloodlines are used to preserve the power of the bloodline.

They hope that one day, a strong man will come out of these bloodlines, holding the Ten Thousand Demon Order, and return to the world where countless bloodlines compete and unify all the demon clans.

The Order of Ten Thousand Demons comes from antiquity.

That world is called the Reckless Star Field.

Han Muye heard this name for the first time.

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

There, it should be reckless.