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298, Wind Attribute Affinity and Perfection (2/2 big chapter)

If the bloodline power returns to its origin and increases in strength, who knows what it will look like in the end?

"What kind of demon bloodline will Senior Brother Han transform?"

Bai Wuhen looked at Han Muye who was leaving and whispered.

What kind of path do those Manghuang seniors seek?

Was Han Muye's actions following the will of heaven or going against it?

have no idea.

As smart as a sky fox, Bai Wuhen has no confidence in his heart.

The only thing she could do was wait.

Let’s see what kind of methods Han Muye can use.

Han Muye and Huang Zhihu drove the one-horned rhinoceros and returned to the lynx tribe's camp in two days.

Walking slowly is to let the yellow fat tiger adapt to how to control the one-horned rhinoceros in the future.

By the time they arrived at the Lynx Clan's camp, the huge one-horned rhinoceros had transformed into its ordinary appearance, no more than ten feet tall, with a dull jade-colored aura glowing all over its body, and a variety of flower garlands.

Huang Zhihu picked wild flowers and asked Yundi to help make the wreath.

The moment Han Muye stepped into the Lynx tribe's camp, countless sword lights rose throughout the tribe's camp.

The flames on the altar kept flickering, seemingly cheering for joy.

Han Muye raised his head, and in his eyes, spiritual lights flashed, and a ball of golden flame fell directly on the altar.

"Owner."

Mountain Cat Bloodline Shan Cang, who transformed into a big cat, flew down and lay down in front of Han Muye.

A green light flashed on its body.

This is accepting the power of inheritance.

After its inheritance power is integrated, the entire ethnic group begins to inherit the new fusion memory.

Lying in front of Han Muye, Shan Cang's aura kept surging, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

In Han Muye's divine hideout, the flames kept changing.

Peel off the cocoon.

The original restlessness and rashness in the bloodline of the lynx clan were separated, and merged into the intelligence of the sky fox.

Decompose the agility of the green fox, the speed of the spirit marten and the clouded leopard, and transform them into new bloodlines.

These things seem easy, and Han Muye has deduced each one countless times.

If something goes wrong in blood fusion, the entire ethnic group will die.

The aura on Shan Cang's body became thicker and thicker.

The original mania slowly subsided, and a wise light shone in his eyes.

Its body shape gradually turned into an illusion.

This is the embodiment of the power of the wind attribute, allowing the body shape to be between reality and illusion, protecting and hiding oneself to the maximum extent.

The fingers and claws under his feet moved lightly, and Shan Cang's body turned into a breeze, seeming to drift away.

With such a figure, coupled with his swordsmanship, his combat power is absolutely formidable.

Han Muye smiled and looked at Shan Cang, whose figure was slowly revealed.

"Hey, the big cat has an extra tail."

The yellow fat tiger sitting on the back of the one-horned rhinoceros made a curious sound.

At this time, an illusory cat tail appeared behind Shan Cang.

Shan Cang looked excited and bowed to Han Muye.

"Thank you master for the reward."

This extra cat tail is not only the result of the increased bloodline power and the fusion of the nine-tailed sky fox bloodline, but also represents a complete change in the bloodline power of the lynx clan.

From now on, as long as the Bobcat tribe practices well, they will have the opportunity to transform into a nine-tailed civet and surpass their ancestors in cultivation.

Being out of body is far from the end.

This kind of leap in bloodline power is just a legend in the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons.

Today, such an opportunity came to his family, of course Shan Cang was delighted.

Shan Cang spit out a jade slip, then turned into the breeze and returned to the altar.

The flames on the altar exploded, rising ten feet into the sky.

One by one, the Bobcat tribe members stepped forward and began to accept the inheritance opportunity.

Han Muye led Huang Zhihu back to the hut, and Yun Di put Huang Zhihu to rest. Han Muye took out the jade slip and penetrated it with his spiritual mind.

Not bad. In the past few days, the Lynx Clan has explored the distribution of all forces and ethnic groups within a radius of 5,000 miles.

With the current concealment methods of the Bobcat tribe, except for a few large tribes in the surrounding area, they cannot penetrate deep into it. Other tribes have no secrets at all.

"Five hundred miles to the south, there is a mountain raccoon tribe in Siyun Mountain, one of the half-step heaven realm. There is a small mineral vein where the tribe is stationed. A Skywalker joined it three days ago."

"Five hundred and twenty miles to the west in the Luotuo Valley, the Green Weasel Tribe is a member of the Half-Step Heaven Realm. He is good at refining elixirs. The tribe owns a field of elixirs. In the past few days, five Skywalkers have been encircling the Green Weasel Tribe with all their strength."

"Thousands of miles away, the Baihe Mountain Spirit Pig Clan has inherited the ancient power of tearing away the sky in its bloodline. It is violent and arrogant. There are 30,000 clan members and several strong ones. They have the realm of heaven. Ten Skywalkers arrived and were killed."



Messages appeared one after another, including maps of the distribution of various forces, the body shapes, appearances, bloodline power characteristics of various races, etc.

"There are seven lynx groups within five thousand miles. They can all be merged together. The bloodline strength will be integrated and improved. Perhaps, the group will be able to produce another one."

"The Green Weasel clan is good at refining alchemy, so we can use it to see if we can change the bloodline memory and focus on refining alchemy."

"Spiritual Pig Department," Han Muye said with a glint in his eyes, "I am also somewhat interested in the ancient bloodline."

"boom"

Outside the hut, there was a roar.

That was due to the strong wind shock caused by the bloodline power increasing too quickly.

An old man in a green robe sitting cross-legged in front of the altar, a green demonic light flashed, and the shadow of a lynx appeared behind him.

Gathering spirits and incarnation, bloodline manifests itself.

This is only possible if the bloodline power is strong enough.

Half step to heaven.

The Lynx clan also has its own Half-Step Heaven Realm.

The spiritual light and demonic energy outside the hut roared all night long.

There are three powerful people in the Shanmao Clan who are in the Half-step Heaven Realm and seven who are above the sixth level of the Golden Core.

This change in strength is more than ten times stronger than before.

What's more, the various sword skills and the power in the bloodline in the inherited memory are completely different from before.

When the sun rises, all the lynx tribe come to worship.

In the bloodline memory, there is only one master for them, and that is Han Muye who gave them strength.

After letting the other clan members disperse, Han Muye left behind ten strong clan members.

Their mission is to go to the Green Weasel tribe's base and help them resist the siege of Skywalker.

Then Han Muye looked at Shan Cang standing aside.

"Let's go to Baihe Mountain."

Baihe Mountain?

Shan Cang was stunned.

"Master, do we want to form an alliance with them?" It moved its long tail lightly on its back and whispered: "The Spirit Pig Clan has a violent temperament, and I'm afraid they won't accept it."

"I'm interested in the bloodline of Tie Tianhuan." Han Muye's words made Shan Cang tremble.

Ignoring Shan Cang, Han Muye turned to look at Huang Zhihu, who had just woken up and was already doing morning exercises.

"Zhihu, will my adoptive father give you a task?"

Upon hearing that there was a mission, Huang Zhihu withdrew his fist and nodded expectantly.

"You stay in the tribe, teach them the articles they have learned, and test their literacy."

Han Muye smiled and spoke.

Huang Zhihu's eyes lit up: "Is he the same as Master Cui?"

Cui Helian was Huang Zhihu’s enlightenment teacher.

Han Muye nodded.

"Okay." Huang Zhihu put his hands behind his back, imitated Cui Helian's appearance, walked forward, raised his hands to his chest, and remembered that he didn't have a long beard, so he had to give up.

Yundi followed her.

Watching Huang Zhihu teach Chinese characters, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

Just find something for this little girl to do.

The original arrangement was to bring Huang Zhihu to the secret realm so that he could help her fuse with him when he met a suitable bloodline.

In this way, Huang Zhihu can save tens or even hundreds of years of hard work.

This little girl is his adopted daughter, a top second-generation cultivator in Western Xinjiang, so naturally he must give her the best opportunity.

Now Huang Zhihu is happy eating, drinking and playing in the secret realm, but he cannot neglect his studies and practice.

Moreover, most of the secret realms are filled with monsters, and this environment is not conducive to the growth of Huang Zhihu.

Han Muye was ready to get the treasure he wanted in the shortest possible time and then leave the secret realm.

A sky crane appeared in front of Han Muye, and he stepped onto the crane's back.

The crane spreads its wings and walks away.

The gentle wind rolled by the mountain green hovered around the neck of the crane.

For Tianhe, who is good at flying and escaping, a place thousands of miles away can only take a moment.

The mountains and rocks in front are towering, like white cranes spreading their wings.

At the foot of the mountain, there are stretches of tribes, and the evil spirits are rising.

"Roar"

With a roar, a black light turned into a strong wind and hit the sky directly.

The strong wind was like a knife, and there was a sharp whistling in the surrounding void.

The force of pressure came, like a mighty mountain.

This Spirit Pig Department is indeed cruel and takes action directly.

The sky crane spread its wings lightly and dodged to avoid the blast of the strong wind.

The sky is the world of Tianhe.

Han Muye's figure fell into the void and stood with his hands behind his back.

Shan Cang looked solemn and looked down.

Magnificent demonic lights rose up.

The strongest one among them was a beam of light reaching into the sky. Within it was the phantom of a ferocious pig with hundreds of tusks and black armor, roaring in filial piety.

The great demon in heaven.

This spiritual pig department is really filled with great demons from the heavenly realm.

Looking at the great heavenly demon who came first, Han Muye slowly narrowed his eyes, and a sword light appeared behind him.

The Eight Treasures Ruyi turned into a long sword of green light, activating the sword intention in Dantian, wrapped in the sword light lingering in the sea of ​​qi, and slashed down all the way.

"boom"

The sword light hit the light pillar and struck the pig demon's phantom head.

The pig demon screamed and its body turned into nothingness.

The figure of the great demon in the Heaven Realm below paused.

The sword light did not stop, and it struck again.

"block"

With a roar, several half-step heavenly bodies collided with the sword light.

These figures did not block the sword voluntarily.

Their bodies rushed forward uncontrollably.

"It turns out that the bloodline spirit of the Spiritual Pig Department has been integrated with the great demon of the heavenly realm."

Han Muye whispered, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and the momentum of the sword in front did not waver at all.

"Stab"

The body of a Half-Step Heaven Realm was cut off by the light of a sword.

Virtual.

Really false.

The half-step heaven realm of the Spiritual Pig Department has no actual combat power at all.

The sword light swept across, and the other half-step heaven realms could not survive three breaths.

No wonder all the spiritual pigs in this group are able to leave the Heaven Realm. It turns out that all the resources and bloodline power are put on the one big demon of the Heaven Realm.

Gather the strength of a clan to support one person.

Many outside practitioners who enter the secret realm do this.

I didn't expect that the big demon in this secret realm would do this.

"go to hell"

Half a step into the heavenly realm to block the sword light, the great heavenly realm demon finally regained his breath, roared violently, his body shone with golden light, and his head and face turned into a demon with four half-foot-long fangs, protruding eyes and a long mouth.

"Demon body and demonic nature? This is because the power of the bloodline was not fully integrated, and the power of the bloodline affected the mind, and the origin was lost."

Shan Cang whispered in fear.

In the secret realm, their bloodline power cannot escape the fate of being refined.

But most demon clans and bloodlines are compatible with each other and complement each other.

There are very few people like the big demon in front of me who forcibly refines their bloodline, causing the bloodline to conflict with their own strength, and the whole body's strength is not harmonious at all.

No wonder this spiritual pig department is so violent.

Transforming into a fanged demon, the strength of the great demon in the Heaven Realm was significantly increased several times, and the golden light around his body pushed away the spiritual energy in the void.

As if it wasn't enough, the big demon looked up to the sky and roared, and the aura flames rose up on the altar behind him.

The bodies of the clansmen of the Lingzhu Tribe were limp, and their blood, blood and demonic energy were extracted and poured into the altar.

Extract the origin of your own bloodline.

This method is ruthless.

Han Muye shook his head, and the sword light in front of him moved forward, slashing down with a bang.

The great demon in the sky roared, and the cyan demon light in his mouth turned into a wind blade, facing the long sword.

The magical power to tear apart Tianhu.

The ancient beast can control the power of the wind spirit and break the prison of heaven and earth with its wind blade.

Even the barrier of the sky cannot stop the strike of the divine power of tearing away the sky.

This big demon of the spirit pig tribe obviously has the power of blood to tear away the sky, and the power of this wind blade is extremely tyrannical.

"wind?"

Looking at the wind blade, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a breeze, surrounded by flowing clouds.

Where does the wind come from?

Changes in heaven and earth.

The changes in mountains, forests, water, fire, and all things cause the void to vibrate, eventually turning into endless wind.

In this case, what if the wind changes again?

At this moment, Shan Cang's body standing next to Han Muye shook, turned into wind, and then turned into a wind blade, directly hitting the magical power that ripped apart the sky below.

Wind against wind!

The winds collided, and the wind blades continued to vibrate, and then turned into nothingness.

The strong wind dissipates, the clouds drift and the wind dies down.

Below, the great demon in the heavenly realm stared in fear as he watched the sword fall from the sky, splitting his body in half with one blow.

"Peng"

On the altar, flames rose.

Shan Cang's body turned into the breeze and crashed directly onto the altar.

All members of the entire Lingzhu tribe were lying on the ground, their auras surging and constantly weakening.

Without the blessing of Tie Tianjuan's bloodline, these spirit pig tribe would be an ordinary tribe.

Half an hour later, the light flames exploded, and the three-tailed Shan Cang behind him transformed into a hundred feet, took one step forward, and heard a low roar from his mouth.

Han Muye was surrounded by storms and clouds, and his aura was surging.

The wind attribute is friendly and complete.

Through understanding the bloodline power of ancient beasts, Han Muye finally raised his wind affinity to the full level.

Now he can use the prairie fire sword technique that combines wind and fire, and his combat power can be increased several times.

"Let's go back and send people to search this tribe's settlement to see if there is anything useful."

The bloodline power of the Spiritual Pig Tribe was fused with Shan Cang, and the tribe's power declined infinitely.

Of course, the resources in the tribe must be captured.

Shan Cang has already attracted him with the power of his bloodline, and more than a thousand powerful men from the Shancat Clan are on their way to come here quietly.

Han Muye flew forward and landed on Tianhe's back.

The cranes circled and sang softly.

"Is there the bloodline power you want in White Crane Mountain?" Han Muye turned his head and looked at the rock that looked like a white crane spreading its wings.

The spiritual light around him shook, and silhouettes of sky cranes appeared one after another.

These cranes are sleeping in the space of the crane in the wings of the sky, slowly cultivating.

As soon as the silhouette of Tianhe appeared, everyone raised their necks and screamed, and crashed into the rocks of Baihe Mountain.

"Peng"

The bloody stream stains the rocks.

The essence and blood on the top of Tianhe's head can increase the fusion of the demon clan's bloodline.

This is the ultimate treasure.

Han Muye frowned as he watched the cranes hitting the rocks one after another, depleting their essence and blood.

But he didn't stop it.

He could feel that there was power reviving on Baihe Mountain.

This power has a heart-pounding richness.

That is the powerful force of space.

This power comes from the same body as the Sky Crane Wing controlled by Han Muye.

Ancient bloodline?

Tianhe inheritance?

interesting.

"boom"

The rocks of Baihe Mountain exploded and collapsed, and a huge white crane appeared.

Around the white crane, the blood-stained sky crane above its head shrieked mournfully.

Bai He stared at Han Muye.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This white crane has no wings.

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