Take control of a lineage and change its rules.

This is a new attempt for Han Muye.

Integrating the swordsmanship mastered by oneself into the power of the bloodline requires an unparalleled comprehension of swordsmanship.

According to the realm of swordsmanship cultivation, after reaching the peak, return to the basics and integrate it, in order to skillfully integrate it into the power of the bloodline.

Re-understanding kendo, Han Muye unconsciously mastered kendo to a deeper level.

The process of matching the swordsmanship with the bloodline expertise of the Bobcat clan is also the process of Han Muye's modification of swordsmanship and continuous sharpening.

In the thatched hut, a golden flame in front of Han Muye was held in the palm of his hand, and there was a sword light flashing in his eyes.

The divine mind fell on the Flaming Mountain, and kept searching.

The power of the bloodline of the Bobcat clan is mixed, and its origin power is not strong, it is just out of the body.

Even if these lynx people can all obtain the consummation of the ancestor bloodline, at most they will set foot in the heavenly realm.

That's impossible.

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

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

Although it will cause the bloodline to be impure, it will continue to increase its strength.

In the bloodline of the Bobcat clan, there is now a lot of power of the bloodline of the Beaver Clan, and there is also a trace of the bloodline of the Tiger Clan.

The Beaver Clan and the Bobcat Clan have similar combat power, but the Beaver Clan has sharper minions and stronger bodies.

With such a bloodline power integration, in the short term, the strength of these lynx clans has increased a lot.

Shan Cang's body continued to flash with golden light, and a sword intent seemed to be about to reveal through his body.

This is due to the fact that the newly added swordsmanship inheritance is extremely strong.

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

That's a thirst for power.

Today, it's more powerful than ever.

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

"Race, bloodline strength, ethnic distribution," Han Muye's eyes revealed an irresistible depth: "Within seven days, a radius of three thousand miles, I want to be clear and not at all." ”

With Han Muye's words, there was also a light purple power of hope poured into the flames in front of him.

With the power of people's hope, pass on the way of learning.

Han Muye directly integrated the means of surveying, hiding, camouflage, and drawing maps into the blood of the bobcat.

Fortunately, this is an extremely low-grade bloodline, and it may be tampered with by him.

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

At this time, Han Muye saw the benefits of controlling the lynx bloodline again.

His method of control didn't tie himself to the bloodline, so even if the Bobcat were damaged, he wouldn't be implicated.

On the contrary, those demon clans and cultivators who have integrated their bloodlines into themselves will implicate their power with the races in the secret realm.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

But this method can also be broken.

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

It's just that in this way, the benefits are even less.

"Hum—"

The flames shook, the power of the bloodline was modified, and the original surging battle intent of the mountain suddenly turned into nothingness, and there was a trace of wisdom and cunning in his eyes.

Shancang is just a virtual body formed by the convergence of the blood of the lynx, and everything about it is the appearance of the power of the bloodline.

At this time, the power of the lynx's bloodline was integrated into the various exploration methods modified by Han Muye, and it was immediately different from before.

"Rest assured, master, within seven days, we will definitely find out the information of the surrounding three thousand miles of area." Shan Cang whispered in his mouth, and his body turned into a ball of flame, and then exploded.

On the altar outside the hut, flames rose at once.

A lilac aura appeared on the bobcat people.

The bloodline inheritance begins again.

……

Early in the morning of the second day, Han Muye led the yellow fat tiger with the little white fox in his arms to leave the lynx tribe.

Xiang Lingshuang, a young man from the elephant clan, followed behind.

For some reason, his mood didn't seem to be very good today, and he followed absent-mindedly behind him.

But after not going far, Huang Zhihu muttered a few words to the little white fox, and then coquettishly let Xiang Lingshuang carry it on his shoulders and hurried, Xiang Lingshuang showed a smile on his face again.

Xiang Lingshuang carried the Yellow Fat Tiger, a few feet in one step, the speed was extremely fast, and the oncoming wind made the Yellow Fat Tiger hug the little white fox tightly and giggle.

Han Muye's figure didn't seem to move, and he was in front of Xiang Lingshuang in a moment.

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

In just a few moments, the two of them had already traveled a hundred miles.

"Xiaobai is right, Senior Brother Han is strong in everything." Xiang Lingshuang whispered a little depressedly and slowed down.

"Senior Brother Han, you say, why are these demon clans killing and killing?" Xiang Lingshuang looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.

Yesterday, he followed the lynx clan and watched the lynx clan kill the mountain civet clan and rob the bloodline and return.

In Xiang Lingshuang's opinion, it was obvious that they were two ordinary low-level demon races, and they should support and help each other.

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

"What do you think the demon clan should look like?" Han Muye didn't look back, looked ahead, and said lightly.

What should the demon clan look like?

The yellow fat tiger tilted her head, and the little white fox in her arms also squinted.

Xiang Lingshuang shook his head and said in a low voice: "The Southern Desolation Demon Clan is also constantly killing among them. ”

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

Loxodons, that's probably what it is.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Xiang Lingshuang: "You elephant clan have a big appetite, what will you do if you don't have enough food?" ”

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

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

"If this food is an opportunity to step into the heavenly realm, or even become a higher level."

"Only one copy, do you want to fight?"

To fight or not to fight?

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

"Fight is fight, just ......"

Han Muye interrupted him: "Since there is a fight, there will be a victory or defeat, and this victory or defeat will be magnified thousands of times, and there will be life and death." ”

"Put it between ethnic groups, in order to fight for an opportunity, that is, the continuation of the race, the struggle for life and death."

Xiang Lingshuang didn't speak.

What Han Muye said was exactly what he saw yesterday.

That's why he felt uncomfortable, but there was nowhere to explain it.

Han Muye was right.

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

Xiang Lingshuang was stunned for a moment, and turned her head to look at Han Muye.

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

"The desperate struggle of this demon clan is just a rule formulated by those demon clans who were overhauled by the ancients, thinking that they could continue the demon clan."

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

"The life and death of the demon clan in the game, the person who makes the rules of the game will not care."

"What they care about is the final victory."

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

Changing the rules?

Xiang Lingshuang's face was full of confusion, and he nodded for a long time: "I think, more clansmen are alive, I want everyone not to kill each other." ”

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

The elephant boy showed crampedness on his face, his eyes didn't dare to look at Han Muye, he raised his hand and gently pressed the yellow fat tiger's leg, and then took a big stride and ran forward.

Han Muye shook his head, and his body turned into a breeze.

It's hard to change the ideas that are buried deep in your blood.

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

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

The gentleness of the elephant tribe has been the same since ancient times.

If you want to change, you need it, you need it.

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

Spanning nearly 10,000 miles, the yellow fat tiger has changed from Xiang Lingshuang's shoulders to sleeping on the back of the crane.

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

"Sisi—"

The little white fox hissed.

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

They traveled thousands of miles to find the location of the fox clan.

Han Muye nodded, and a faint aura and divine soul power flashed on his body.

The fox clan is not a strong race among the ten thousand demon races, but it is not a weak existence.

The strength of the fox clan in front of him is already relatively strong.

There are endless mud and stone houses, and there is even a sizable street market.

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

"Loxonodon?"

"Terran?"

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

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

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

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

This is a fox clan wearing gray robes, thin body, and gray ears.

The green fox clan is a group with lower blood power in the fox clan.

Among the fox clan, the most noble bloodline power is the nine-tailed sky fox.

That's the existence of the ancients.

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

The predecessor of the little white fox is the sky fox.

The six tails have been condensed, and the bloodline inheritance is already extremely strong.

It seemed that they couldn't withstand the oppression of the power of the bloodline, and the few Blue Fox Clansmen all fell to their knees.

This is the terrifying cultivation of the demon bloodline.

The suppression of bloodline power, sometimes, is completely unreasonable.

In fact, although the cultivators of the human race do not have such unreasonable bloodline suppression, the various rules of respect and inferiority formulated by the human race's clans, families, and even the imperial dynasty are sometimes more unreasonable than bloodline suppression.

In the distance, one by one, figures rushed by.

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

One by one, the Green Fox people fell to their knees.

Some whispered in their mouths, and some shouted excitedly.

The awakened Yellow Fat Tiger looked around curiously, lying on the back of the crane, and quietly looked around.

"White fox?"

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

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

"Please go to the altar."

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

Xiang Lingshuang strode forward, followed by Han Muye and the winged crane.

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

His hand was behind his back, and he tapped a few times slightly.

Han Muye didn't look back, just walked forward with an indifferent face.

Passing through the market, the green fox people all knelt on the ground.

To the front, there is a wide square, and in the middle of the square, there is a blue and white stone altar, which is as high as five zhang.

On the altar, a pale yellow flame rises.

The flames were silent, and the surrounding void seemed to be scorched into an illusion.

The population here is much stronger than the lynx in size and strength.

The power of this bloodline flame is also much stronger.

Xiang Lingshuang stood on the bluestone square, and around him, figures knelt on the ground.

Xiang Lingshuang shouldered, the little white fox stood up, bowed slightly, and jumped up.

"Hum—"

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

Xiang Lingshuang's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he punched out.

"Bang-"

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

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

Several figures wearing green armor surrounded them.

The five old men of the Green Fox Clan who were holding wooden sticks had a dignified blood and blood power, turning into a light curtain to block the altar in front of the little white fox, and then a pair of illusory big hands grabbed towards the little white fox.

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

The little white fox wants the power of the bloodline of the green fox clan, why doesn't this green fox clan want her!

The blood of the sky fox is as precious as it is in the fox clan.

The five old men of the Blue Fox Clan showed joy on their faces.

To be able to see such a weak Sky Fox Clan, isn't this here to send blood?

It's time for their Blue Fox Clan to prosper!

Below, Xiang Lingshuang showed anger on his face, raised his hand, took off the big bow on his shoulder, and held it tightly in his hand.

The yellow fat tiger stared nervously at the little white fox, holding a pill in his hand.

Han Muye shook his head.

didn't dare to be a killer, Xiang Lingshuang's combat power could not be shown at all.

He looked up at the little white fox that was fixed in mid-air.

The little white fox came to him to get his help.

With his friendship in the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye will also help this time.

"Cangchang—"

Qing Ming and Ziyan came out of the sheath at the same time.

Purple flames flew out, like a quarter moon.

The green shadow stabbed out, and the sword light was like a dragon.

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

This was the first time he had seen Han Muye draw a sword.

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

The moon drew an indescribable arcane line, flashing from the neck of the green-armored fox clan that surrounded it.

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

The Qing Ying Sword Light here, with a faint light roar, smashed the imprisoned power around the little white fox's body.

Then, with a sweep of the sword, it pierced the pressed illusory palm and opened the light curtain in front of him.

A sword.

A tenth of a breath.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the green front hangs upside down.

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

"Want to die?"

Han Muye's voice was cold to the bone.

The old man of the Green Fox Clan who was five times stunned for a moment, and his footsteps stopped.

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

At this time, those blue-armored demon foxes fell to the ground, blood spraying.

On the altar, the golden flames burst into flames in an instant.

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

Xiang Lingshuang looked up at the altar with some concern.

"Senior brother, is Xiaobai okay?"

If he can't devour the power of the fused bloodline, the little white fox will be eaten by the power of the bloodline on the altar.

"It's okay," Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and his gaze fell on the flames of the altar: "I can kill all the fox clans here and cut off the bloodline power on this altar." ”

As the words fell, the flames on the altar trembled.

Xiang Lingshuang scratched her head and whispered, "It's a method." ”

The old men of the fox clan not far away trembled slightly.

It wasn't that he was frightened by Han Muye's words, but the flames on the altar in front of him began to tremble.

Then, uncontrollably, they prostrate to the ground.

A terrifying force on the altar began to grow.

This power is so strong that it rises directly to the heavens.

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

The power of the bloodline!

At this moment, all the powerful bloodline races in a radius of thousands of miles felt threatened.

"Roar—"

In the distance, a roar could be heard.

Hundreds of miles away, you can feel the vibration of the rubble.

Jindan Demon.

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

Three Jin Dan eight-fold cultivators of the demon clan rushed to attack.

In addition to these three, there are nearly 100 powerhouses of various races.

Some are the secret realm tribes, and some are the Southern Wilderness demon clans.

There are also cultivators from other worlds, including demon races and human races.

Just like the blue-armored fox demon who was killed by him just now.

At this moment, these people are here for the bloodlines that are merging on the altar.

This bloodline that has not yet been successfully fused has no combat power, and anyone has a chance to devour it.

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

Xiang Lingshuang held his big bow tightly, turned around, and looked into the distance.

He knew he couldn't stop these big demons.

I don't know if Senior Brother Han can stop it?

"Senior Brother Han, I will do my best to block a few big demons, probably, I can block a hundred breaths." The voice is dry, but firm.

Xiang Lingshuang did not flinch.

But he didn't want to die.

"You are an elephant clan, Xiaobai is a fox clan, why do you want to protect her desperately?" Han Muye turned his head and looked at Xiang Lingshuang.

"Grandpa said that Xiaobai can save our Southern Wilderness Elephant Clan." Xiang Lingshuang clenched the big bow in his hand and rested his hand on the bowstring.

"My Southern Wilderness Elephant Clan doesn't fight with other races, but it doesn't even have its own grassland."

"The Southern Wilderness is at war with Zhongzhou, because the elephant tribe is unwilling to participate in the war, and they are scolded by the entire Southern Wilderness."

"I, I want to change that."

"I, I want to have our own grassland."

The yellow fat tiger lying on the back of the crane looked at Xiang Lingshuang with big eyes.

A piece of grassland, is it hard to get?

As long as you want something, your father-in-law will help you get it, right?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the surging aura that had already poured in.

"It's just a sword."

In his eyes, a bright spiritual light burst out.

At this moment, an unconcealable sword light rose from his body!

The sword light was blazing, robbing the light of the Heavenly Realm Demon and overshadowing the scorching heat of the flames in the altar behind him.

Three sword pills flew out.

After three, there were three more.

After three, there are three!

"The grassland, I grabbed it myself!"

Han Muye's figure turned into a streamer.

Kenmaru slammed into the three majestic figures in three directions.

With one enemy and three enemies, the sword pill is the battle!