Take control of a bloodline inheritance and then change its rules.

This is a brand new attempt for Han Muye.

Integrating the swordsmanship you master into the power of your bloodline requires an unparalleled understanding of swordsmanship.

According to the realm of swordsmanship practice, only after reaching the pinnacle, returning to nature, and mastering it can it be skillfully integrated into the power of blood.

Re-understanding the way of swordsmanship, Han Muye unknowingly gained a deeper understanding of the way of swordsmanship.

The process of fusing swordsmanship with the specialties of the Bobcat clan's bloodline was also a process in which Han Muye modified his swordsmanship and continued to hone it.

In the hut, Han Muye held a golden flame in front of him in his palms, and sword light flashed in his eyes.

His spiritual thoughts fell on the Flame Mountain, and he kept exploring.

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

Even if all of these Lynx tribe members can obtain the perfect bloodline of their ancestors, at most they will only be able to reach the heavenly realm.

That is impossible.

Due to limited qualifications, it is impossible for the vast majority of demon clans to reach the purity of their ancestor's bloodline.

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

Although it will lead to impure blood, it can continuously improve its power.

Among the bloodlines of the Shanmao clan, there is now a lot of Shanli clan bloodline power, and there is also a trace of Tiger clan bloodline.

The mountain raccoons and the lynx tribe have similar combat power, but the mountain raccoons have sharper claws and stronger bodies.

With the integration of such bloodline power, the power of these lynx tribe will increase a lot in a short period of time.

Shan Cang's body kept flashing with golden light, and a sword intent seemed to come out of his body.

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

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

That is the desire for power.

Today, it is stronger than ever.

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

"Race, bloodline strength, ethnic group distribution," Han Muye's eyes revealed an irresistible depth: "Within seven days, within a radius of three thousand miles, I want to know everything clearly and accurately."

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

Use the power of people's hope to convey the way of scholarship.

Han Muye directly integrated survey, concealment, disguise, map drawing and other methods into the lynx bloodline.

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

If it was a high-level bloodline, the backlash of the bloodline's power might be enough for him to drink a pot.

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

His method of control does not connect himself to this bloodline, so even if the Lynx family is injured, it will not implicate him.

On the contrary, those monsters and practitioners who have integrated their blood into themselves will link their power with the races in the secret realm.

When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.

But this method can also be broken.

Kill all the tribesmen and take back all the bloodline power. The backlash will naturally diminish.

But in this way, the benefits gained will be even less.

"Buzz"

The flames vibrated, the bloodline power was modified, Shan Cang's originally surging fighting spirit suddenly turned into nothingness, and there was a hint of wisdom and cunning in his eyes.

Shan Cang is just a virtual body formed by the convergence of lynx blood, and everything in it is a manifestation of the power of the blood.

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

"Master, don't worry, within seven days, we will definitely detect the information in the surrounding area three thousand miles away." Shan Cang whispered, and his body turned into a ball of flame, and then exploded.

On the altar outside the hut, flames suddenly rose.

Purple auras emitted from each of the Lynx clan members.

The bloodline inheritance begins again.

…

Early on the next morning, Han Muye led Huang Zhihu, who was holding the little white fox in his arms, to leave the Bobcat tribe.

Xiang Lingshuang, a young man from the Elephant tribe, followed behind.

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

However, when they were not far away, Huang Zhihu cooed with the little white fox, and then acted coquettishly and let Xiang Lingshuang carry it on his shoulders as he drove away, Xiang Lingshuang smiled again on his face.

Xiang Lingshuang carried Huang Zhihu on his back, several feet at a time, and the speed was extremely fast. The wind in his face made Huang Zhihu hug the little white fox tightly and giggle.

Han Muye's figure seemed not to move, and he was right in front of Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang's steps are getting faster and faster, and her steps are getting more and more precise, but she can't surpass her.

In just a moment, the two of them had traveled a hundred miles.

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

"Senior Brother Han, tell me, why are these monsters killing each other?" Xiang Lingshuang looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.

Yesterday, he followed the Shancat clan and watched the Shancat clan kill all the Shancat clan and return with their blood.

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

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

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

What should the demon clan look like?

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

Xiang Lingshuang shook her head and whispered: "The demon clan in the Southern Wilderness are also constantly killing each other."

"I think the demon clan should get along well with each other. There is no need to kill each other like this."

The elephant tribe is probably like this.

Han Muye turned to look at Xiang Lingshuang: "You elephants 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."

"Then, what if the food cannot be divided?" There was a hint of emotion in Han Muye's words 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."

"There's only one copy, why don't you fight for it?"

Fight or not?

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

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

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

"Putting it between ethnic groups and fighting for a chance is a life-or-death struggle for the continuation of the race."

Xiang Lingshuang said nothing.

What Han Muye said was exactly what he saw yesterday.

That's why he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but there was no solution.

What Han Muye said is right.

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

Xiang Lingshuang was stunned and turned to look at Han Muye.

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

"The life-and-death struggle of the demon clan is just a rule formulated by the ancient cultivators of the demon clan, thinking that it can allow the demon clan to continue."

"You can think of it as a game, someone made the rules."

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

"What they care about is the final outcome."

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

Change the rules?

Xiang Lingshuang's face was full of confusion, and she nodded after a long time: "I want more clan members to be alive, and I want everyone to stop killing each other."
To be continued...