291, Bloodline of Sky Fox (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
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."
"If you want to change the rules, you must first learn to kill." Han Muye turned his head and his eyes fell on Xiang Lingshuang's face.
The boy from the Elephant tribe showed embarrassment on his face and did not dare to look at Han Muye. He raised his hand and gently pressed Huang Zhihu's leg, then took long steps and ran forward.
Han Muye shook his head and transformed into a breeze.
It is difficult to change ideas that are deeply embedded in one's blood.
Just like the lynx clan, even if Han Muye tampered with their bloodline memories, they still couldn't change their cautiousness.
The mania that Shan Cang showed from time to time in front of Han Muye was brought about by his blood and marrow.
The Elephant clan has been gentle and non-fighting since ancient times.
If you want to change, you need an opportunity.
For most of the day, Han Muye and Xiang Lingshuang were running around.
Across nearly ten thousand miles, Huang Zhihu had changed from Xiang Lingshuang's shoulder to sleeping soundly on Tianhe's back.
The little white fox stood on Xiang Lingshuang's shoulder, his eyes flashing.
"Sisi"
The little white fox hissed.
Xiang Lingshuang paused and whispered: "Senior Brother Han, Xiaobai mentioned that the Fox Clan is stationed."
They traveled across thousands of miles just to find the Fox Clan's residence.
Han Muye nodded, with a faint aura and soul power flashing across his body.
The Fox Clan is not a powerful group among the ten thousand monster races, but it is not a weak existence either.
The fox clan in front of them is already quite powerful.
There are endless earth and stone houses as far as the eye can see, and there is even a sizable street market among them.
As soon as Han Muye and the others arrived, several figures flew towards them.
"Elephant clan?"
"Human race?"
"Hey, this is such a noble bloodline..."
Several figures landed ten feet ahead, all looking at Xiang Lingshuang's shoulders.
The little white fox squinted his eyes, and there was a faint trace of energy and blood emanating from his body.
This power of Qi and blood made the figure standing opposite tremble slightly.
This is a fox tribe wearing a gray robe, with a thin body and gray ears.
The Green Fox Clan is a group with relatively low bloodline power among the Fox Clan.
Among the fox clan, the one with the most noble bloodline power is the nine-tailed sky fox.
That is an existence inherited from ancient times.
Han Muye turned to look at the little white fox standing on Xiang Lingshuang's shoulder.
The predecessor of the Little White Fox was the Sky Fox.
Once the six tails were condensed, the bloodline inheritance was already extremely strong.
As if unable to withstand the pressure of bloodline power, the Green Fox clansmen all knelt on the ground.
This is the horror of the demon bloodline practice.
The suppression of bloodline power sometimes makes no sense at all.
In fact, although practitioners in the human race do not have such unreasonable bloodline suppression, the various rules of respect and inferiority established by human clans, aristocratic families, and even dynasties are sometimes even more unreasonable than bloodline suppression.
In the distance, figures came running towards each other.
Xiang Lingshuang carried the little white fox on his back and walked forward step by step.
One by one, the Qinghu clan members knelt on the ground.
Some people whispered, while others shouted excitedly.
Huang Zhihu, who was awakened, looked around curiously. He lay on Tianhe's back and looked around quietly.
"arctic fox?"
In front, a skinny old man wearing a gray robe and holding a foot-long wooden staff stood there.
The old man's eyes fell on the little white fox, with a hint of greed in his eyes.
"Please come to the altar, Your Majesty."
The old man took a step back, bowed, raised his hand and pointed forward.
Xiang Lingshuang strode forward, followed by Han Muye and Tianhe, who was flapping his wings.
The old man in gray robe lowered his head, quietly looked at Xiang Lingshuang, and then glanced at Han Muye and Tianhe.
He put his hand behind his back and moved it a few times unnoticeably.
Han Muye did not look back, but walked forward with a blank expression.
Passing through the market, all the Qinghu people on the street were kneeling on the ground.
Ahead, there is a large square. In the middle of the square, there is a blue and white stone altar, five feet high.
On the altar, a pale yellow flame rose.
This flame was silent, and the surrounding void seemed to be burned into illusion.
The tribe here is much stronger than the Lynx tribe in terms of size and strength.
The power of this bloodline flame is also much stronger.
Xiang Lingshuang stood on the Qingshi Square, with figures all around him kneeling on the ground.
On Xiang Lingshuang's shoulder, the little white fox stood up, bowed slightly, and jumped up.
"Buzz"
A wind blade appeared from behind the altar and slashed towards the little white fox.
Xiang Lingshuang's eyes widened, she clenched her fists and punched out.
"Peng"
The strong wind brought by the fist shattered the wind blade.
But in the next moment, dozens of wind blades shot out from all around.
Several figures wearing green armor surrounded him.
The five old men of the Green Fox clan holding wooden staffs were filled with energy and blood, turning into a curtain of light to block the altar in front of the little white fox, and then a pair of illusory big hands grabbed the little white fox.
If caught by this big hand, the body of the little white fox would probably burst in an instant.
The little white fox wants the blood power of the Green Fox Clan. Why doesn’t the Green Fox Clan want her!
The bloodline of Tianhu is as noble as it is in the Fox clan.
The five old men of the Green Fox tribe showed joy on their faces.
To be able to see such a weak Sky Fox Clan, isn't this here to give blood?
It’s time for their Qinghu tribe to prosper!
Below, Xiang Lingshuang showed anger on his face, raised his hand, took off the big bow from his shoulder, and held it tightly in his hand.
Huang Zhihu stared at the little white fox nervously, holding a pill tightly in his hand.
Han Muye shook his head.
Not daring to kill, Xiang Lingshuang's combat power was completely unable to be displayed.
He looked up at the little white fox fixed in mid-air.
The little white fox came to him just to get his help.
With his friendship in Jiange, Han Muye would also help this time.
"Canglang"
Qing Ming and Zi Yan were unsheathed at the same time.
Purple flames flew out, like a crescent moon.
Qing Ming thrust out, the sword light was like a dragon.
Xiang Lingshuang's eyes widened and she stared at the sword in Han Muye's hand.
This was the first time he saw Han Muye draw a sword.
It was even the first time he saw a sword in Han Muye's hand.
The crescent moon drew an indescribable mysterious line and flashed past the necks of the surrounding green-armored fox tribe.
The blood flower bloomed only after the crescent moon flew away, and all the wind blades in the void turned into wind and dispersed.
Qing Ming's sword light here, with a faint roar, shattered the confining power around the little white fox.
Then, the sword edge swiped, piercing the pressed illusory palm, and opened the light curtain in front.
A sword.
One-tenth of a breath.
The crescent moon hangs high, and the green front hangs upside down.
An old man from the Green Fox tribe holding a wooden staff narrowed his eyes. Just as he took a step forward, Han Muye raised his long sword.
"wanna die?"
Han Muye's voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness.
The old man from the Qinghu tribe who was at the fifth level of the Golden Core was stunned and stopped in his tracks.
At this time, the little white fox landed on the altar.
At this time, those green-armored demon foxes fell to the ground, blood spraying out.
On the altar, the golden flame suddenly became blazing.
The little white fox moved, rushed into the flames of the altar, and disappeared.
Xiang Lingshuang looked up at the altar with some worry.
"Senior brother, can Xiaobai do it?"
If it cannot swallow the power of the fused bloodline, the little white fox will be counterattacked by the power of the bloodline on the altar.
"It's okay," Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, his eyes falling on the flames of the altar: "I can kill all the fox clan here and cut off the bloodline power on this altar."
As soon as he finished speaking, the flame on the altar trembled.
Xiang Lingshuang scratched his head and whispered: "It's a good idea."
The elders of the Fox clan not far away were trembling slightly.
It wasn't because he was frightened by Han Muye's words, but because the flames on the altar in front began to tremble.
Then, their bodies crawled to the ground uncontrollably.
A shocking power began to grow on the altar.
This power is so strong that it rises directly into the sky.
Thousands of feet of flames seemed to burn through the heaven and earth.
The overwhelming power of blood!
At this moment, all the powerful races within a radius of thousands of miles felt threatened.
"Roar"
In the distance, there was a roar.
The vibration of the gravel can be felt hundreds of miles away.
The great golden elixir demon.
Han Muye turned around and looked far away.
Three powerful demon clan men with the eighth level of Golden Core cultivation came rushing towards them.
In addition to these three, there are nearly a hundred strong men from various races.
Some are from the Secret Realm tribe, and some are from the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan.
There are also practitioners who come from other worlds, including demons and humans.
Just like the green-armored fox demon that he killed just now.
At this moment, these people came for the bloodline that was being merged on the altar.
The bloodline that has not been successfully integrated has no fighting power, and anyone can have the opportunity to devour it.
For the little white fox, this moment is the most dangerous.
Xiang Lingshuang held her big bow tightly, turned around, and looked into the distance.
He knew he couldn't stop these big monsters.
I wonder if Senior Brother Han can block it?
"Senior Brother Han, I tried my best to block a few big monsters. I can probably block them for a hundred breaths." The voice was dry but firm.
Xiang Lingshuang did not flinch.
But he didn't want to kill him.
"You are from the Elephant Clan and Xiaobai is from the Fox Clan. Why are you trying so hard to protect her?" Han Muye turned his head and looked at Xiang Lingshuang.
"Grandpa Zu said that Xiaobai can save our Southern Wilderness Elephant Clan." Xiang Lingshuang clenched the big bow in his hand and put his hand on the bow string.
"Our Southern Wilderness Elephant Clan doesn't fight with other ethnic groups, but we don't even have our own grassland."
"Southern Wilderness is at war with Zhongzhou. Because the Elephant Clan is unwilling to participate in the war, they are reviled by the entire Southern Wilderness."
"I, I want to change everything."
"I, I want to have our own grassland that belongs to our elephant tribe."
Huang Zhihu, who was lying on Tianhe's back, looked at Xiang Lingshuang with his big eyes.
Is it hard to get a piece of grassland?
As long as you want anything, your adoptive father will help you get it, right?
Han Muye turned his head and looked at the turbulent aura coming towards him.
"It's just a sword."
In his eyes, a bright spiritual light burst out.
At this moment, there was an unconcealable sword light rising from his body!
The sword light was so fierce that it took away the light of the great demon in the sky and overshadowed the 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 more!
"I stole the grassland by myself!"
Han Muye's body turned into a stream of light.
The sword pill moved in three directions and crashed into three majestic figures.