295, The third level of Wanjian Guizong! (1/2 big chapter)
In terms of talent, Tianxuan World has not taken notice yet.
Han Muye's words made Bai Wuhen stunned, and then he covered his mouth and laughed.
"You are not humble."
Looking up at Han Muye with a calm expression, Bai Wuhen's smile slowly faded and turned into a complex look.
There were many more Confucian and Taoist poems and articles in her memory.
These were all things that Han Muye had directly injected into her bloodline memory just now.
She once traveled to Zhongzhou with Wen Mo Sheng, and even if she was not proficient in poetry and articles, she could still feel the good and bad.
Each of these articles from Han Muye shocked her.
The beauty of those poems is simply difficult to describe in words.
Accompanied by the sound of writing and ink, she had never seen such talented lyrics and music.
"People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but if you look to the end of the world, you won't see home."
"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine..."
"With these poems and articles, Han Mu will become famous in Zhongzhou, and I'm afraid he will really disappoint the world..."
In Zhongzhou, Confucianism and Taoism have ruled for thousands of years, and it has been deeply rooted in the bones.
Poems and articles can move the world with just one word.
In the past, Confucianism and Taoism were suppressed all over the world in the name of literature and ink.
But Bai Wuhen knew that even Wen Mo Sheng did not have such talent, and could not write the poems that Han Muye left in his memory.
Entering the imperial city with such poems and attracting the attention of people all over the world, will the sound of writing and ink eventually become the wedding dress for him, Han Muye?
He also said that he would not compete with Wen Mo Sheng.
This is clearly a dig at Wen Mo Sheng's cornerstone.
For a time, Bai Wuhen had thousands of thoughts in his mind.
Han Muye didn't care what she thought, his eyes flashed and he said: "With your current strength, is it possible to go to the Changshan Green Fox Clan's station?"
The purpose of changing the power of bloodline is to improve the combat power. If the combat power is not good, then the change is useless.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Bai Wuhen smiled softly and faded away.
"Stab"
A sword light appeared three feet away behind Han Muye.
Very fast and very discreet.
The earth's realm connects to the meridians and can be killed with one sword.
With this swordsmanship and the three divine soul swords, Bai Wuhen can run rampant across Changshan Green Fox Station.
It was Tianjing who took action. With her bloodline and swordsmanship, she was really going to explode with the Soul Sword, and the outcome was unpredictable.
Sensing the power and speed of the sword, as well as the strangeness when it was drawn out, Han Muye gave a very fair evaluation.
The blue fox bloodline is really suitable for sword cultivation.
Compared with the Lynx Clan, which has strong assassination and concealment methods, the Green Fox Clan is more elegant and free-spirited, and is good at more kendo techniques.
Looking at it this way, perhaps it would be a good choice to integrate the power of the blue fox bloodline trapped in the divine treasure into the lynx bloodline, and then purify it a bit.
For a time, Han Muye came up with several ways to improve the combat power of the Lynx clan.
Behind him, the sword's edge was already a foot away.
There was a strange color in Bai Wuhen's eyes.
Is it true that the banishment of swordsmanship to immortals is just a matter of profound knowledge of swordsmanship and that the combat power has been reduced?
wrong!
After a pause, Bai Wuhen retreated three feet away.
There was a blood mark on her neck.
From the beginning to the end, she didn't even see how Han Muye drew his sword.
"To be honest, you are the first one who dared to hand the sword a foot away from me." Han Muye said softly without turning around.
"In Tianxuan World, I have yet to meet a swordsman who can hand the sword one foot away from me."
After saying that, he flew down and walked slowly into the stone house.
In the stone house, Huang Zhihu had already traced most of the calligraphy.
Today’s task, there are eight cards left.
"Swordsmanship is supreme, Confucianism and Taoism are unparalleled. Is there really such a person in the world?" Bai Wuhen looked at the stone house and murmured as his figure fell.
Reaching out and brushing his neck, Bai Wuhen recalled the time when Sword Master Yuan Tian was discussing Tao with Wen Mo Sheng.
Sword repair is a collection of the sharpest things in the world.
Thousands of killing methods are not as powerful as this sword.
"Sister Wuhen, that sword strike just now was really powerful." Xiang Lingshuang said softly with fear in her eyes.
Below, he saw Han Muye raising his hand to wield the sword light.
The man and the sword are separated, and the sword follows the man's will.
His gaze also turned to the stone house, with a strange look in it: "Can I also learn such a sword?"
"Do you want to learn swordsmanship?" Bai Wuhen turned around and looked at the majestic Xiang Lingshuang: "Don't you only like longbows?"
Xiang Lingshuang grinned, with a bright look in her eyes: "I used to practice longbow because I didn't want my hands to be stained with blood."
"Look at Senior Brother Han's sword now, it looks like his hands are not stained with blood."
The light of the sword is not visible, and the murderer leaves no trace behind.
This kind of swordsmanship can really not stain the slightest trace of blood.
Hearing his words, Bai Wuhen shook his head: "Is there any killing technique in the world that is not stained with blood?"
"If you haven't passed your level, no matter how strong your swordsmanship is, it will be useless."
After saying that, she chuckled and said, "I'm going to the Spirit Marten Tribe's camp a hundred miles away, will you go?"
Going to the Lingming Clan’s camp?
What to do?
Xiang Lingshuang's eyes fell on Bai Wuhen's half-smiling face.
"You go and steal the power of blood!"
Xiang Lingshuang's expression changed.
Bai Wuhen turned around and left when a voice came: "With my current strength, I won't be able to leave the Changshan Green Fox Clan's camp in three days."
The only way is to integrate the blood power of other ethnic groups and extract the power into one's own body.
No tribe would allow its bloodline to have its strength drained away in vain.
When Bai Wuhen goes there, he will definitely rob and kill!
The expression on Xiang Lingshuang's face changed as she watched the figures of the Green Fox tribe flash out one after another, chasing after Bai Wuhen. She gritted her teeth as she walked and ran to keep up with them.
In the stone house, Han Muye looked into the distance, then turned back to the resident altar.
There, there was a faint flame.
This flame can show Bai Wuhen's safety and strength.
If Bai Wuhen is in danger, the flame will jump and dim.
If Bai Wuhen explodes with all his power, the flames will also rise, echoing each other.
Even at critical moments, the altar can sacrifice the power of the clan members to help Bai Wuhen increase his combat power.
Han Muye stared at the flames, and a faint light flashed through them.
This flame is the bloodline power he obtained from the Sky Fox inheritance and the Qinghu inheritance.
The divine soul messenger of Tianhu.
The speed of the blue fox.
This kind of power in the Green Fox bloodline, Han Muye is ready to bring back to the Shanmao Tribe and integrate it into the bloodline.
With the bonus of speed, the members of the Lynx clan will be more powerful.
Turning his head, Han Muye looked at the one-horned rhinoceros in front of the stone house.
"Buzz"
A faint trace of spiritual power came out.
The one-horned rhinoceros had a look of confusion in its eyes, then slowly stood up, turned around, and knelt on its front legs towards Han Muye.
At this moment, the soul of the one-horned rhinoceros that had lost its spirituality was marked.
In the future, even if its strength increases and a new divine soul is formed, it will not betray him.
Why the Tianhu clan can become the most powerful race of the demon clan even though their own combat power seems to be weak? This method of soul control should be the root of it.
Of course, the Sky Fox has nine tails and Bai Wuhen only has three. There may be stronger methods within the bloodline power that have not yet been developed.
so what?
The flames in Han Muye's eyes dissipated.
The flame in his divine treasure is connected with the altar here and the power of Bai Wuhen's bloodline!
When the power of Bai Wuhen's bloodline increases and more bloodline power is opened, Han Muye can also detect it.
All this is the price Bai Wuhen paid.
Otherwise, was it for nothing that Han Muye changed the inherited memory for her and gave her powerful swordsmanship directly?
Walking cross-legged, Han Muye's body was filled with spiritual light and sword light intertwined.
Entering the secret realm, he gained a profound understanding of the swordsmanship he mastered through inheriting bloodline memories.
At this time, rays of sword light intertwined around him, as if forming a cocoon of light.
In his divine treasure and in the sea of qi, the divine soul sword and sword intent sword seemed to be turning into cocoons of light.
This is a sign that the soul and sword will begin to transform.
Now Han Muye can no longer measure his own spiritual realm by the rules of the spiritual world.
His Dantian spiritual energy cultivation is not as good as Qishen, but his soul is so strong that he can suppress it even if he leaves the body.
In this secret realm, if he could improve his physical strength, make his body stable, and strengthen his sword bones, then he would dare to conquer the heavenly realm even without using the power of his soul.
"Bang"
In the altar in front, a spiritual light suddenly rose.
The flames on the altar burst out with five colors.
In the tribe, the Qinghu clan scattered around had lines of energy and blood rising.
Increased bloodline power!
Bai Wuhen traveled hundreds of miles, but within an hour, he captured the blood power of a tribe.
This combat power is really good.
A trace of spiritual power emerged from Han Muye's divine flame.
This is the bloodline power belonging to the Spirit Marten Tribe.
The spirit marten clan is good at finding elixirs and is also extremely sensitive to the aura of earth veins.
With this kind of power integrated into the bloodline, if it is refined, the perception of spiritual energy and the power of heaven and earth will be much more delicate.
Even if you integrate into swordsmanship, you can gain more understanding of the sword that breaks the law.
Seeing the faint traces of flames entwined with the long sword in the divine treasure, Han Muye's eyes shone with light.
"Everything in the world can be a sword."
"It turns out that the third level of the Return of Ten Thousand Swords is that after one sword turns into ten thousand swords, all things become swords and the sword becomes all things."
As soon as the words fell, all the spiritual light around him disappeared.
In his sea of qi, the purple aura of human hope enveloped the Sword Intent sword and turned it into a huge cocoon of light.
After attaining the ultimate understanding of swordsmanship, he began to transform from mortal to spiritual, sublimating into another kind of power.
Feeling the condensation of the light cocoon, the smile on Han Muye's face became even wider.
It's worth a trip to the secret realm just to understand the way of swordsmanship.
He originally thought that he would have to go to the East China Sea to have such a sublimation and understanding of the art of swordsmanship.
Unexpectedly, everything is really a sword.
A sword light flew back in the distance and landed on the altar.
The flames of light rose ten thousand feet and illuminated the sky.
Several figures returned, followed by many masters of the Green Fox clan.
On the other hand, Xiang Lingshuang, who was taking long strides, came back with a gloomy look on his face.
For the elephant tribe who don't like killing, watching a battle of genocide is really heartbreaking.
This is the true current situation in the spiritual world.
The Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Demons is just the ultimate in this kind of mutual conquest between races.
After all, when those powerful men in the Wilderness Star Region sent the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons out, they wanted to use this killing method to maintain the continuation of the power of bloodline inheritance.
Only through competition can we survive forever.
Comfort will eventually perish.
In two consecutive days, Bai Wuhen took action to snatch the power of blood five times.
During one of them, he even had a battle with a powerful person from the heavenly realm.
Now, the great elder of the Sable Tribe is already at the station, surrendering to Bai Wuhen and becoming Bai Wuhen's number one master.
The fusion of Tianhu bloodline and Qinghu bloodline, Bai Wuhen's combat power is stronger than imagined.
At this time, behind her, five long tails were floating and moving.
The yellow fat tiger sitting on the back of the one-horned rhinoceros couldn't help but stretched out his hand to grab the long tail.
Of course, this long tail was an illusion at all, just a representation of power. She stretched out her hand and got nothing.
Bai Wuhen's strength increased, and Han Muye also gained more bloodline memories and bloodline inheritance.
The sable tribe is good at running on the ground and getting close to vegetation.
The white-fronted wolves are good at riding the wind and are very fast.
Every race has its own bloodline strength characteristics.
Extracting the inherited power from it, Han Muye understood what Bai Wuhen wanted.
speed.
Hidden.
No matter it is a green fox, a spirit mink, or a white-fronted wolf, they are all extremely fast.
This is not the speed of long-distance flight like Tianhe, but the speed of an instantaneous, invisible and short-distance attack.
This speed is extremely fast. For a sword cultivator, it can quickly increase the combat power many times.
In the world of swordsmanship, nine of the ten strongest swordsmen are the fastest.
Han Muye separated these bloodline powers and stayed there, waiting to return to the Shanmao station, and then integrated them into the bloodline inheritance.
"Holy Maiden without Traces, ahead is the headquarters of the Clouded Leopard Clan." The black-bearded old man, wearing a black robe and carrying a canine-tooth dagger behind his back, spoke in a low voice.
Clouded leopards are also known for their speed.
Moreover, the Clouded Leopard Clan's strength and wind affinity are considered superior among all races.
The Clouded Leopard Tribe's camp is not close to Bai Wuhen and the others, but it is not far from Changshan Green Fox's camp.
"Sister Wuhen, do you really want to go?" Xiang Lingshuang on the side turned her head with a solemn expression.
The demonic light flashing in the tribal camp ahead was extremely strong.
This is a very large tribe.
At least one hundred thousand tribes.
"Of course I want to go." There was a hint of agility in Bai Wuhen's eyes, and a faint flame flashed through his eyes.
"If I don't take down the Clouded Leopard Clan, I won't be absolutely sure of dealing with the Changshan Green Fox."
She turned her head, glanced at Han Muye who was sitting next to Huang Zhihu, and nodded slightly.
Han Muye's combat power is unpredictable, but that doesn't mean she can send Han Muye to take action.
Maybe, if his life is really in danger, Han Muye will take care of it.
As a descendant of Tianhu, Bai Wuhen has the intelligence and caution that the Tianhu clan should have.
She would go to the Changshan Green Fox Clan only if she had to be absolutely sure.
"If you want to get to the Green Fox Clan's headquarters in Changshan before sunset, you only have one hour here." Bai Wuhen turned to look at the few golden elixir experts around him.
These are the masters of demon elixirs from the Qinghu Clan and other tribes she conquered.
"This time, I only want the power of blood."
Bai Wuhen spoke in a deep voice, then raised his hand and waved.
As long as the power of blood is enough, nothing else matters.
Those golden elixir masters moved and rushed out instantly.
"boom"
A gust of wind unfolded and turned into the shadow of a hundred-foot-long wind dragon, raging towards the tribe's headquarters.
After the wind blew, a stream of magic spells and sword light turned into a torrent.
"Dare you come to attack our Clouded Leopard tribe's camp?"
"court death!"
Two voices sounded, and two figures in white robes flew down. One of them stopped, raised his hand and struck down with a palm, crushing the wind dragon.
Then he stood where he was, and the demonic light on his body shook, gathering the scattered wind dragons and turning them into a spear.
The spear blocked the sword light of those spells behind them and shattered them inch by inch.
One person can block so many spells and sword lights, he is obviously a strong person in the heaven realm.
The other person who comes with him is naturally also in heaven.
Another person stepped out in mid-air, and the wind and cloud energy around him turned into a pair of big hands, pressing towards Han Muye who was sitting cross-legged on the one-horned rhinoceros.
In his opinion, among this group of people, Han Muye and Huang Zhihu, who were sitting cross-legged with giant rhinos, were the most special.
A slight smile appeared on Bai Wuhen's face, his aura shrank, and Long Tail had long since disappeared.
She moved slightly and disappeared from where she was.
The old man from the Heaven Realm of the Sable Clan stepped forward with a solemn look on his face, and thrust out the canine blade in his hand.
The spiritual light wind scroll collided with the black light of the canine blade, causing a slight vibration of Gang Qi.
"Hei Yuchen? You dare to come to our Clouded Leopard Clan?"
Before the Clouded Leopard Clan Tianjing finished speaking, the look on his face suddenly changed.
How could the Sable Clan dare to come with such little strength?
Since the Sable Clan Heaven Realm came to attack the Clouded Leopard Station, there must be a reason.
The only possibility is Skywalker!
The Sable Clan has been controlled by Skywalker, the Sable Clan's bloodline inheritance has been taken away, and even the masters of the Sky Realm have been subdued.
What kind of strong man is that?
When Skywalker comes to the secret realm, he is suppressed by the power of the Great Dao.
Being able to subdue the heavenly realm without being able to borrow the power of heaven and earth, such a strong person is terrifying to the extreme.
"Bang"
The demon light on the cloud hand and the canine blade shook and scattered in all directions.
"If you dare to be distracted in this situation, you are seriously seeking death."
A voice sounded behind the Heavenly Realm expert of the Clouded Leopard Clan.
The voice was soft and charming, almost like the naughty playfulness of the girl next door.