Several white-haired demon clansmen from the heavenly realm stood on the high platform in front, wearing linen robes and holding a short sword in their hands.
Behind them are more than a dozen Heavenly Realms and nearly a hundred and a half-step Heavenly Realms.
These people have different shapes, some have double horns on their heads, some have full manes, and some have long tails waving behind them and big ears that flap lightly.
Under the high platform, dozens of demon clan formations were arranged neatly.
Each square formation contains thousands of earth-level monsters.
This is evident from the strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan.
"Sacrifice"
The old voice sounded, and all the monsters pressed the knives in their hands into their palms, and then clenched them tightly.
"Stab"
The long knife was drawn out, and blood splattered.
The throbbing blood filled the air instantly.
Between heaven and earth, there is a strong wind shaking.
The vast power seems to be a call from ancient times.
The secret realm of ten thousand monsters is opened with the blood of ten thousand monsters.
Blood sacrifice.
A huge wind roll formed and then swept the space.
A doorway filled with blood and energy appeared.
It is as green as the wilderness.
"Enter the secret realm, leave the Qi and blood to guide you, and after a hundred days, use the blood to guide you back."
The old voice called out loudly, and he came to the side of the tall blood-qi gate and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Among the demon clan formations, the demon clan masters who were under five hundred years old walked to the door, put down their short swords, and pressed the bloody marks on their palms against the door.
Then the spiritual light and blood enveloped the body, and these earth-level monsters disappeared one by one.
A short sword was placed in front of the hundred-foot-high gate.
Use your own blood as a guide to enter the secret realm of all monsters.
"Let's go."
After thousands of demon clansmen in the Southern Wilderness entered the secret realm, Han Muye gave a low shout, took Huang Zhihu in hand, stepped out, and landed in front of the door.
Huang Zhihu was a little nervous and held the little white fox in his hand without letting go.
Xiang Lingshuang, a young man from the Elephant tribe, stood behind Huang Zhihu, not leaving even an inch.
One by one, young elites from Western Xinjiang flew down behind Han Muye and the others, with auras surging around them.
On the other side, a group of black turtle fish monsters covered in black scales and holding alien weapons strode over.
The tall young man who led the team turned to look at Han Muye and opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of slender white teeth.
A gloomy and cold air hit the troops in the western border area, causing the strong wind to tremble.
"No fighting is allowed outside the gates of the secret realm." An old voice sounded.
The young leader of the Black Turtle Demon laughed loudly, stepped forward, slapped his hand on the door, leaving a blood mark, and then disappeared.
Behind him, fish monsters wearing black scales followed.
Thousands of black turtle demons entered the courtyard, and a group of Zhongzhou soldiers wearing black armor and black iron masks stepped forward.
At the front of the soldiers was a middle-aged man wearing half armor and holding a long-handled sword, with a sinister look on his face.
"From Western Xinjiang?" The middle-aged man looked at Han Muye, and then glared at the yellow fat tiger Han Muye was holding.
I thought Huang Zhihu was scared, but Huang Zhihu frowned, pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "Father, he is not a good person when he glares at me."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and the expression on his face turned indeed cold and stern: "Xijiang and Southern Wilderness are colluding together. When this guard comes back from the secret realm, I will destroy you, Xijiang, too."
Guardian envoy.
Qian Yiming.
According to Xiao Yueli, Qian Yiming agreed to a ten-year truce in exchange for the qualification to enter the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Demons.
But listen now, this ambitious Xuanyang Guard envoy seems to be very prejudiced against Western Xinjiang?
"Guardian Qian is interested in Western Xinjiang?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Then I hope you have the opportunity to come to our Western Xinjiang as a guest."
"Han will treat you well."
Treat yourself well.
Besides swords, what else can a sword cultivator offer as hospitality?
Qian Yiming didn't seem to expect that Han Muye would be so neither humble nor overbearing. He was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I have kept my word on this invitation."
After saying that, he strode forward and shouted: "Boy, don't die in the secret realm."
"Commander Qian, it's the same." Han Muye replied.
Han Muye didn't believe that the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan didn't use the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters to get rid of Qian Yiming.
Qian Yiming smiled, slapped his palm on the door, and disappeared.
The black-armored and masked soldiers behind him walked in silence, and one group after another stepped into the entrance hall. There was only the clang of the clash of armor.
As expected, they are a strong army that obeys orders and prohibitions.
Han Muye looked back and saw that the Donghai Sword Cultivator and the Jiaolong Clan from behind had also come over.
"After entering the secret realm, it is best for you to find fellow disciples of our sect to gather together as soon as possible. My Taoist friends from Xijiang hope that there will be less internal fighting and support each other in the secret realm."
After Han Muye finished speaking, he led Huang Zhihu and walked slowly to the door, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on him.
A faint stream of blood energy was extracted, and then, the power of space enveloped Han Muye, Huang Zhihu, and the little white fox held in Huang Zhihu's hand.
Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing behind them, hurriedly stepped forward and raised her hand to press on the door.
A spiritual light also enveloped him.
Han Muye could feel the power of space entering his body, and there was the pull of blood power.
While transitioning in the void space, Han Mu's ambition stirred. Instead of obeying the pull of his own bloodline power, a space power surged out of his body and pulled him away along with Huang Zhihu and the white fox she was holding.
When they landed, they were already in a hilly woodland full of green shrubs.
Huang Zhihu held the little white fox in his hands, and Xiang Lingshuang, a young man from the Elephant tribe, stood behind him and grinned.
In the distance, several figures flashed past.
Not a human race, but a demon race with pointed ears and a strong body.
This is not a place where humans gather, but the territory of demon clan.
Han Muye just changed the teleportation location, using the bloodline of Little White Fox and Xiang Lingshuang as the traction, and the location he teleported to was naturally the territory of the demon clan.
The space power on his body vibrated, and the power of the soul in Han Muye's divine treasure was revealed.
The spiritual thoughts and space power rotated around, turning the body.
"This is the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters? It's amazing."
Looking around, Han Muye whispered.
In this secret realm, the power of space is suppressed, and other powers are also very thin.
No wonder Tianjing doesn't want to enter it.
The Heaven Realm overhaul has come. It cannot operate and borrows the power of heaven and earth. Its combat power is about the same as the ordinary half-step Heaven Realm.
Only the kind of strong people who have accumulated a lot of experience can thrive in this secret realm.
For the demon clan with powerful bloodline, this secret realm is indeed a great advantage.
The Southern Wilderness Monster Clan is willing to share the secret realm because they can have more opportunities in the secret realm.
The spiritual energy in this secret realm is full of vastness and violence, which is also suitable for the practice of monsters.
In the secret realm, not only the power changes, but the flow of time is also changed.
This is the first time Han Muye has seen a secret realm that can change the flow of time.
Even the Fire Source Realm, which is a complete world, and the Tianhe Domain that can raise Tianhe, these two secret places inherited by the ancient sects, have no means to change time.
The Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Demons is called the Holy Land of the Demon Clan, and it really has this qualification.
Time flows slowly in this secret realm, almost ten times slower than outside.
After ten years in the secret realm, only one year has passed outside in the Southern Wilderness.
This method of changing the speed of time involves the way of heaven, and even the God Transformation Overhaul probably doesn't have such ability.
I wonder if the flow of time in this secret realm was arranged by the Demon Lord Duan Jiuxiao.
Ten times the flow of time, a hundred years in the outside world, and a thousand years here, of course many strong people can be born.
Just to give birth to strong men in this way, the power of heaven consumed is unimaginable.
No one in the Tianxuan world has such powerful power of heaven.
The only possibility is that this world has the means to draw power from elsewhere.
Han Mu's ambition was filled with emotion for the first time.
Although his own spiritual energy cultivation is only in the realm of earth, his Confucianism and Taoism cultivation and the power of his soul are already extremely strong, and he has even fought against the major cultivator of transformation into gods.
But he has never heard of these countless powerful methods in the world of cultivation.
This is the wonderful thing about the spiritual world. You never know how many secrets there are, waiting for you to explore.
"brush"
A figure rushed towards Han Muye, curled up together, and stabbed forward with a black halo in his hand, moving quickly.
Huang Zhihu subconsciously shrank her neck, and the little white fox in her arms narrowed her eyes.
Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing behind, stared and stepped forward with one foot.
"Bang"
The ground shook, and the figure trembled all over. He stopped three feet away from Han Muye, his whole body trembling, and blood spilled from his mouth.
It was a pointed-eared demon who was a little more than five feet tall and thin. He was wearing gray-yellow animal skin clothes, with thorns on his head to tie his hair. He was standing there with a short green-black blade in his hand.
Face full of fear.
Not far away, a dozen monsters of the same stature all held short blades in their hands and gathered around them warily.
"You, who are you?"
The sound that came was strange, with a hint of the chirping of a lynx.
Han Muye could feel the meaning of the sound through the vibration of his soul.
"Father, they asked us who we are." Huang Zhihu raised his head and looked at Han Muye, and then his eyes turned into crescent moons.
"Sister Xiaobai told me."
Her hands held the white fox in her arms tightly.
So that's the case.
Han Muye lowered his head to look at the little white fox, with a smile on his face.
Xiang Lingshuang took a few steps forward, clenched his fists, and let out a roar.
The sound was like a roar, long and rough.
The demons holding short blades retreated in panic.
In the distance, the roars of the demon clan came from one after another.
Then, you can see many figures gathering around.
They all have pointed ears, are short in stature, and hold weapons of varying lengths.
"kill"
A deep voice shouted from somewhere, and all the monsters rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.
These monsters moved quickly, drawing a shadow in the void.
Xiang Lingshuang stood there, with a body of more than one foot tall like a mountain. He clenched his fists and shouted in a low voice: "Well done!"
There was a faint silver halo around his body, like a layer of silver armor around his body.
Under his feet, there was a faint silver light that turned into a halo.
He really had ancient bloodline. Han Muye was a little surprised when he saw the silver halo.
He had read from ancient books that the ancient giant elephant clan could use the power of the earth to inspire the means of shattering stars.
"Bang"
Xiang Lingshuang swung out his fist and hit a demon clan who rushed forward.
The demon clan's body was directly punched dozens of feet away and rolled to the ground.
This punch stunned the monsters who rushed forward.
However, the demon clan who fell to the ground rolled over and got up, touching his body, and the expression on his face changed from fear to surprise.
A low cry came from his mouth.
The other demon clans also cheered and rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.
Han Muye shook his head.
The elephant tribe is relatively peaceful and unwilling to kill at will.
The punch just now could have directly destroyed the body of the demon clan on the opposite side and shocked all other demon clans.
Kill one to serve as a warning to hundreds.
Pity.
No wonder the little white fox wanted this Lingshuang to come to him for protection.
With the mentality of this young boy from the Elephant tribe, I am afraid that he really cannot survive in the secret realm.
"roll"
Xiang Lingshuang let out an angry roar and waved his fists and feet, knocking away the monsters that had gathered around him.
But he didn't kill him, and the bodies of the monsters that were smashed away were not seriously harmed. 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 flash of silver halo.
But such endless harassment is really depressing.
Xiang Lingshuang roared angrily, but these monsters did not retreat.
Han Muye shook his head.
He is a swordsman.
At this time, the little white fox in Huang Zhihu's arms bowed slightly, opened its mouth, and roared lowly.
Xiang Lingshuang was shocked, then shook her 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 its head and suddenly let out a hiss.
"hiss"
The sound is slightly harsh.
But when the sound came out, the monsters who were besieging Xiang Lingshuang trembled all over, and they all froze on the spot, unable to even stand, and collapsed on the ground.
The soul is shocked and the blood is coercive.
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, which probably meant that he was not allowed to come again in the future.
Then, he turned around and walked back.
The moment he stepped out, a shadow flew out from the bushes in the distance.
Xiang Lingshuang suddenly turned around, raised his hand to grab the big bow, and pulled out the bowstring. A long green arrow flashed on the big bow, with demonic lines and demonic light surging.
"call out"
An arrow was shot, and the phantom that sprang out instantly shattered.
A stream of Qi and blood rose up, and then condensed into a thin drop of golden blood, flying towards Xiang Lingshuang.
Xiang Lingshuang's face showed confusion.
At this time, the monsters who were sitting on the ground were all prostrate on the ground, kowtowing to Xiang Lingshuang.
"This arrow is pretty good." Han Muye said softly.
It's interesting that an elephant clan with infinite close-quarters power has practiced the art of shooting.
"Let's go and have a look at the lynx clan's camp." After Han Muye finished speaking, he led Huang Zhihu forward.
Xiang Lingshuang hurriedly grabbed the blood drop in front of her and followed.
When I walked to the bush, I saw a foot-long black mountain fox on the ground, which had been nailed to death.
The lynx clan followed Xiang Lingshuang carefully, with longing in their eyes, staring at the blood drops in Xiang Lingshuang's palm.
They dragged the mountain fox, which was killed by an arrow, and followed Han Muye and the others.
There were a lot of chattering voices, these demon clans were introducing their identities.
This is a small tribe of the Shanmao Clan, which is ruled by the Shanli Clan, and is suppressed by strong men from the Shanliu Clan.
It was the mountain civet monster that Xiang Lingshuang killed with an arrow just now.
That guy was fused with the blood power of the lynx clan, but was unable to refine it. He could only transform into a beast shape and keep the power running and honing.
The golden blood drop in Xiang Lingshuang's hand is the blood power that the Bobcat clan guards in this tribe.
Originally, this drop of blood was offered at the small altar of the tribe to provide the newly born Lynx tribe members with the opportunity to open the door to power.
And by absorbing more tribal blood, this blood drop can continue to improve.
This is the process of continuation of countless races, large and small, in the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters.
The bloodline unlocks the power of the tribe, and the people of the tribe use their own bloodline as nourishment to improve and maintain this bloodline.
The Shanmao Clan's camp is not far away, and there seem to be nearly ten thousand tribesmen in large and small huts.
The accompanying lynx clansmen roared loudly, and countless clansmen rushed out from the station, carefully surrounding them.
According to these lynx tribesmen, as long as the blood beads containing lynx blood are returned to the altar, their tribe will be led by Xiang Lingshuang.
Xiang Lingshuang turned to look at Han Muye.
"This bloodline is useless to us. You can choose to keep it yourself and exchange it with others later, or conquer this demon clan."
Han Muye said.
Hearing his words, Xiang Lingshuang scratched her head with a look of confusion on her face: "I don't have anything to change."
After saying that, he shook his head again: "I don't want to conquer them either."
The Elephant Clan is probably like this.
They just want to live a good life by themselves.
It's a pity that in the world of spiritual practice, the demon clan has never been able to live a good life without fighting.
Xiang Lingshuang raised her hand and flicked the blood drop in front of Han Muye.
"Senior Brother Han, you make the decision."
"Then let's subdue this lynx clan first." Han Muye grabbed the blood drop and looked around, with a deep divine light in his eyes.
There are rules in this secret realm, or in other words, rules of the game.
Walking to the stone platform not far away, Han Muye stretched out his hand and put the blood drop on it.
"Buzz"
A dark golden light rose.
The shadow of a ten-foot-tall lynx appeared.
As soon as the shadow of the lynx appeared, all the lynx clan knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads.
The shadow of the lynx slowly solidified, its golden eyes looked at Xiang Lingshuang, then at Han Muye and Huang Zhihu, and its eyes were fixed on the little white fox.
"Honorable Skywalker, what do you want from me?"
Skywalker?
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
These are the rules in the secret realm.
In the tallest hut in the middle of the tribe, a pile of red wild fruits was placed in front of Huang Zhihu.
There were also various other strange fruits and butchers, all placed on the long table for her to choose from.
The little white fox was lying on the long table, holding a piece of fruit and chewing it carefully.
Xiang Lingshuang, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, was still about to break the roof of the hut.
In front of Han Muye, a big gray-black cat carefully looked at Xiang Lingshuang and Bai Hu, and then his eyes fell on Han Muye.
"The Ten Thousand Demons Realm is the last habitat of all our demon clans. We are here to survive and remember the glory of our ancestors..."
The lynx whispered in its mouth, and its smart eyes spread sadness and regret.
"I myself come from the body of a wasteland civet cat, and my own cultivation has touched the realm of heaven and body."
"Well, that's probably what you Skywalkers call this realm of cultivation."
In ancient times, a chaotic battle broke out on a star where countless monsters lived. The strong ones took action and the star was shattered.
This secret realm of ten thousand monsters was created by a few powerful people to keep the remaining bloodline in order to preserve the power of the bloodline.
They hope that maybe one day, a strong man will emerge from these bloodlines, holding the Ten Thousand Demon Token, to return to the world where countless bloodlines compete, and unify all demon clans.
The Order of Ten Thousand Demons comes from ancient times.
That world is called the Wilderness Star Territory.
Han Muye heard this name for the first time.
But he had sensed a vast world from that piece of Kui cowhide.
