Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 290 Blood Introduction of Secret Realm, Desolate Star Territory (12 chapters with five thousand words)

blood sacrifice.

A few white-haired demon clan celestials stood on the high platform in front of them, wearing linen robes and holding a short knife in their hands.

Behind them, there are more than a dozen celestial realms and nearly a hundred half-step celestial realms.

These people have different shapes, some have double horns on their heads, some have manes all over their heads, and some have long tails moving behind them and big ears lightly fanning.

Under the high platform, dozens of demon clan phalanxes are neatly arranged.

Each phalanx is composed of thousands of demon clans.

The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan can be seen.

"Sacrifice -"

An old voice sounded, and all the Yaozu pressed the knives in their palms, and then clenched them tightly.

"Stab—"

The long knife was drawn out, and blood spattered.

Thumping blood, filled the air in an instant.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is a strong wind shaking.

The boundless power seems to come from an ancient call.

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 bloody gate appeared.

Among them, there is a lush green like wilderness.

"Enter the secret realm, stay alive and draw the blood, and after a hundred days, return with the blood."

The old man shouted in a long voice, came to the side of the tall bloody gate, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Among those monster clan phalanxes, the monster clan masters under the age of five hundred walked to the front of the gate, put down their short knives, and pressed the bloodstains on their palms to the gate.

Then the spiritual light and blood envelop the body, and these monsters of the realm disappeared one by one.

A pair of short knives were placed in front of the hundred-foot-high gate.

Using his own blood as a guide, he entered the Mystery of Myriad Monsters.

"Let's go."

After the thousands of monster races in the Southern Wilderness entered the secret realm, Han Muye let out a low shout, led Huang Zhihu, stepped out, and landed in front of the gate.

Huang Zhihu was a little nervous, holding the little white fox in his arms and not letting go.

Xiang Lingshuang, a boy from the Xiang tribe, stood behind Huang Zhihu, never leaving him.

A group of young elites from Xijiang flew down behind Han Muye and the others, their bodies glowing with inspiration.

On the other side, a group of black turtle demons covered in black scale armor and holding strange weapons strode forward.

The leader Zhang Gao youth turned his head to look at Han Muye, his mouth parted, revealing a mouth full of sharp white teeth.

A gust of cold air hit the Xijiang team, causing the wind to shake.

"Outside the gates of the secret realm, no fighting is allowed." An old voice sounded.

The young leader of the Black Turtle Demon laughed loudly, stepped forward, stretched out his hand and slapped the door, leaving a bloodstain, and then disappeared.

Behind him, fish demons in black scales followed.

Thousands of black turtle monsters entered the gate, and a group of Zhongzhou soldiers in black armor and black iron masks stepped forward.

At the front of the army, the middle-aged man with a long-handled sword was wearing half armor, with a sinister look on his face.

"From Xijiang?" The middle-aged man looked at Han Muye, then glared at Huang Zhihu who was holding Han Muye's hand.

I thought Huang Zhihu would be scared, but Huang Zhihu frowned directly, pointed at the middle-aged man and said: "Father, he is staring at me, he is not a good person."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then laughed, his face turned into a stern expression: "Xijiang and Nanhuang are all in harmony, and when the guard returns from the secret realm, even your Xijiang will be wiped out."

Guardian.

Qian Yiming.

According to Xiao Yueli, Qian Yiming exchanged the condition of a ten-year truce for the qualification to enter the Mysterious Realm of Myriad Monsters this time.

Just listening now, this ambitious Xuanyang Guard envoy seems to be very prejudiced against Xijiang?

"Emissary Qian is interested in Xijiang?" Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "Then I hope you will have the opportunity to visit me in Xijiang."

"Han will treat you well."

Treat yourself.

The hospitality of a sword cultivator, what else can there be besides a sword?

Qian Yiming didn't seem to have expected that Han Muye would be so neither humble nor overbearing, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, this town has kept its promise."

After finishing speaking, he strode forward and shouted: "Boy, don't die in the secret realm."

"Commander Qian, the same." Han Muye replied.

Han Muye didn't believe that the Nanhuang Yaozu didn't use the Ten Thousand Monsters Secret Realm to get rid of Qian Yiming.

Qian Yiming laughed long, slapped his palm on the courtyard, and disappeared.

Behind him, the black-armored and masked soldiers walked in silence, and the only sound was the clang of iron armor as they stepped into the courtyard.

Sure enough, it is a strong army that prohibits orders.

Han Muye looked back, and the Donghai Sword Cultivator and Jiaolong Clan from behind had also come over.

"After entering the secret realm, it is best for you to find fellow members of the sect to gather together. I hope that there will be less internal fighting in the secret realm and support each other."

After Han Muye finished speaking, he took Huang Zhihu by the hand, walked slowly to the front of the gate, and then stretched out his hand to press on it.

A faint blood energy was drawn, and then, the power of space enveloped Han Muye, Huang Zhihu, and the little white fox in Huang Zhihu's arms.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing behind them, hurriedly stepped forward and raised his hand to press on the doorway.

A spiritual light also enveloped him.

Han Muye could feel the power of space penetrating into his body, which was pulled by the power of blood.

When changing in the empty space, Han Muye's heart skipped a beat. He didn't follow the power of his own blood, but a space power gushed out from his body, pulling his figure away together with Huang Zhihu and the white fox she was holding.

When they landed, they were already in a hilly land full of lush shrubs.

Huang Zhihu held the little white fox in his hands, and Xiang Lingshuang, a boy from the elephant clan, stood behind him and grinned.

In the distance, several figures flashed away.

It's not a human race, but a monster race with pointed ears and a strong figure.

This is not a place where human races gather, but a place where demon races gather.

Han Muye changed the teleportation location just now, using the blood of the little white fox and Xiang Lingshuang as a guide, the location he teleported to was naturally the monster clan's territory.

The power of space in his body vibrated, and the power of the soul in Han Muye's divine treasure came out.

Spiritual thoughts and space power rotate in a cycle, turning around the body.

"This is Myriad Monsters Secret Realm? 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 didn't want to enter it.

The overhaul of the heavenly realm is here, and it cannot function. Borrowing the power of heaven and earth, the combat power is similar to that of the ordinary half-step heavenly realm.

Only those who have accumulated a lot of strength can be like a fish in water in this secret realm.

For the monster race with powerful bloodlines, this secret realm is indeed very advantageous.

The Southern Wilderness Monster Race is willing to share the secret realm because they can have more opportunities in the Secret Realm.

The aura in this secret realm reveals vastness and tyranny, and it is also suitable for the cultivation of the monster race.

The secret realm is not only a change in power, but also a change in time flow.

This was the first time Han Muye saw a secret realm that could change the speed of time.

Even if it is the Fire Source Realm of a complete world, and the Sky Crane Domain that can raise sky cranes, these two secret places inherited from the ancient masters have no means of changing time.

Myriad Monsters Secret Realm is called the Holy Land of the Monster Race, and it really has the qualifications.

Time flows slowly in this secret realm, nearly ten times slower than outside.

After staying in the secret realm for ten years, it's only been a year outside the southern wilderness.

This kind of means of changing the flow of time, involving the way of heaven, is the transformation of the gods, and I am afraid that there is no such ability.

I don't know if the speed of time in this secret realm was arranged by that Yaozun Duan Jiuxiao.

Ten times the speed of time flow, the outside world has a hundred years, and this place has a thousand years. Of course, many powerful people can be born among them.

It's just that the birth of the strong in this way consumes unimaginable power of heaven.

Nowhere in the Profound Sky Realm has such a profound power of the heavenly way.

The only possibility is that this world has the means to draw power from elsewhere.

Han Muye felt a trace of emotion in his heart.

Although his own aura cultivation is only at the top level, but Confucianism and Taoism cultivation, the power of soul is already extremely strong, even Huashen Daxiu has also fought.

But he is still unheard of such countless powerful means in the practice world.

This is the wonderful place in the practice world, you will never know how many secrets are hidden in it, waiting for your exploration.

"brush--"

A figure rushed towards Han Muye, curled up together, stabbing forward with a black halo in his hand, his movements were swift.

Huang Zhihu shrank her neck subconsciously, and the little white fox in her arms narrowed her eyes.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing at the back, stared and stepped forward.

"Boom—"

The ground trembled, and the whole body of the figure trembled, and it stopped three feet away from Han Muye, trembling all over, blood overflowing from the mouth.

It was a little more than five feet tall, thin, sharp-eared monster, wearing gray-yellow animal skin clothes, with thorns on his head to tie his hair, holding a short blue-black blade in his hand, standing there Frightened.

Not far away, more than a dozen monsters of the same stature were holding short knives in their hands, and surrounded them vigilantly.

"You, who are you?"

There was a strange sound, with a hint of bobcat chirping.

Han Muye could feel the meaning of the voice through the concussion of his soul.

"Father, they asked who we are." Huang Zhihu looked up at Han Muye, and then his eyes turned into crescent moons.

"Sister Xiaobai told me."

She held the white fox in her arms tightly.

So that's the case.

Han Muye looked down 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 seemed to be Xiangming, long and rough.

The monsters with short blades retreated in panic.

In the distance, the roar of the monster clan came.

Then, many figures could be seen gathering around.

They all have pointed ears, are short in stature, and hold weapons of different lengths in their hands.

"kill--"

A deep voice came from nowhere, and all the monster races rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.

These monster races moved quickly, and a phantom flashed across the void.

Xiang Lingshuang stood there, with a figure of more than ten feet tall like a mountain, clenched his fists, and whispered: "Good time!"

Around his body, there was a faint silver halo, like a layer of silver armor covering his body.

Under his feet, a faint silver light turned into a halo.

It really has ancient blood, Han Muye was a little surprised when he saw the silver halo.

He had seen from ancient books that the ancient giant elephants were able to use the power of the earth to stimulate the means of shattering stars.

"Boom—"

Xiang Lingshuang threw out a fist and hit a monster who rushed forward.

The body of the Yaozu was directly punched dozens of feet, and rolled to the ground.

This punch stunned those Yaozu who rushed forward.

However, the Yaozu who fell to the ground turned over and got up, touched his body, and the expression on his face changed from fear to surprise.

He let out a low cry.

The other monster races also cheered, and then rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Han Muye shook his head.

The elephant clan is relatively peaceful and unwilling to kill at will.

The punch just now could have directly blasted the body of the demon clan on the other side and shocked all other monster clans.

Kill one as an example to others.

Pity.

No wonder the little white fox wanted Xiang Lingshuang to find him for protection.

With the temperament of this elephant clan boy, I'm afraid he really can't survive in the secret realm.

"roll--"

Xiang Lingshuang let out an angry roar, swung his fists and feet, and smashed all the monsters who surrounded him into the air.

But he didn't kill them, and the bodies of those monsters who were smashed into the air didn't suffer much damage, and when they rushed up again, they were even more fierce.

The short blades in their hands pierced Xiang Lingshuang's body, only a silver halo flashed out.

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 sword cultivator.

At this time, the little white fox in Huang Zhihu's arms bowed slightly, opened its mouth, and let out a low growl.

Xiang Lingshuang was shocked, then shook his head slightly.

The little white fox was urging Xiang Lingshuang to kill him, but Xiang Lingshuang refused.

Seeing Xiang Lingshuang like this, the little white fox raised his head and hissed suddenly.

"hiss--"

The sound is slightly harsh.

But when the sound came out, those monsters who besieged Xiang Lingshuang trembled all over, and they all froze in place, unable to even stand up, and collapsed on the ground.

The soul is shocked, and the blood is coercive.

The blood 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 growled twice, probably saying that he was not allowed to come again in the future.

Then he turned and walked back.

The moment he stepped out, a phantom flew out of the bushes in the distance.

Xiang Lingshuang suddenly turned around, raised his hand to grab the big bow, and pulled the bowstring. A long blue arrow flashed on the big bow, with many demon patterns, and the demon light surged.

"call out--"

An arrow shot out, and the phantom that sprang out instantly shattered.

A stream of Qi and blood rose up, and then condensed a trace, gathered into a faint golden drop of blood, flying towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang was bewildered.

At this moment, those monster races sitting slumped on the ground prostrated themselves on the ground one by one, kowtowing to Xiang Lingshuang.

"This arrow is not bad." Han Muye said softly.

It's interesting that a elephant family with infinite close-body strength has practiced the skill of marksmanship.

"Let's go, let's go to the residence of the Bobcats." After Han Muye finished speaking, he led Huang Zhihu forward.

Xiang Lingshuang quickly grabbed the drop of blood in front of her and followed.

When I got to the bushes, I saw a ten-meter-long black beaver on the ground, which had been nailed to death.

Those bobcats followed Xiang Lingshuang carefully, with longing in their eyes, and their eyes were fixed on the blood drop on Xiang Lingshuang's palm.

They dragged the beaver who was shot by an arrow, and followed behind Han Muye and the others.

There were chattering voices, these monster clans were introducing their identities.

This is a small tribe of the Bobcats, which is ruled by the Bobcats, and among the tribe is suppressed by the powerful of the Bobcats.

It was the beaver monster that Xiang Lingshuang shot and killed just now.

That guy has fused the blood power of the Lynx family, but he can't refine it. He can only change his body into a beast shape to keep his power running and sharpening.

The golden blood drop in Xiang Lingshuang's hand is the blood power of the Shanmao clan guarding this tribe.

Originally, this drop of blood was offered at the small altar of the tribe, for the newly born Lynx tribe to open the door of power.

And absorbing more tribal blood, this blood drop can also continue to improve.

This is the continuation process of countless races of all sizes in Myriad Monsters Mystery Realm.

The bloodline opens up the power of the tribe, and the people of the tribe use their own bloodline as nourishment to enhance and maintain the bloodline.

The Bobcat clan's residence is not far away, and there seem to be nearly ten thousand tribes in the thatched huts, large and small.

The accompanying bobcat clan roared loudly, and countless clansmen poured out from the station, carefully surrounding them.

According to these lynx clansmen, as long as the blood beads containing lynx blood are sent back to the altar, their clan will be dominated by Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang turned to look at Han Muye.

"This bloodline is useless to us. You can choose to keep it for yourself and exchange it with others, or subdue this demon clan."

Han Muye opened his mouth and said.

Hearing his words, Xiang Lingshuang scratched her head with a blank expression on her face: "I have nothing to change."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head again: "I don't want to subdue them either."

Elephants, probably.

They just want to live their lives well.

It's a pity that in the practice world and the monster race, there has never been such a way to live a good life without fighting.

Xiang Lingshuang raised his hand and flicked the blood drop in front of Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han, you are the master."

"Then let's subdue this bobcat family first." Han Muye grabbed the blood drop and looked around, with a trace of deep divine light in his eyes.

There are rules of the secret realm in this secret realm, or in other words, the rules of the game.

Walking to the stone platform not far away, Han Muye reached out and put the blood drop on it.

"Om—"

A dark golden light rose.

A phantom of a tall lynx appeared.

As soon as the lynx phantom appeared, all the lynx clan knelt down and did not dare to raise their heads.

The bobcat's phantom slowly solidified, its golden eyes looked at Xiang Lingshuang, and then at Han Muye and Huang Zhihu, its eyes fixed on the little white fox.

"Honorable Skywalkers, what do you want me to do?"

Skywalker?

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

This is the rule in the secret realm.

In the tallest hut in the middle of the tribe, a bunch of red wild fruits were placed in front of Huang Fat Tiger.

There are also various other strange fruits, butchers, all placed on the long table for her to choose.

The little white fox was lying on the long table, holding a 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 sized Xiang Lingshuang and the white fox, then its eyes fell on Han Muye.

"The Ten Thousand Monster Realm is the last habitat of all our monster races. We linger here, remembering the glory of our ancestors..."

Shan Mao whispered in his mouth, and in his smart eyes, there was sadness and regret.

"I myself come from the body of a civet cat in the wilderness, and my own cultivation has touched the heavenly realm."

"Well, that's probably how you Skywalkers call this realm of cultivation."

In ancient times, a chaotic battle broke out on a star inhabited by countless monster races. The strong fought and the star shattered.

This Ten Thousand Monsters Mystery Realm was shot by a few powerful people, residing in the remaining bloodlines, and using them to preserve the bloodlines' power.

They hope that maybe one day, a strong man will come out of these bloodlines, holding the Ten Thousand Monster Token, and return to the world where countless bloodlines are fighting for each other, and unify all the monster races.

The Wan Yao Order comes from ancient times.

That world is called the Desolate Starfield.

It was the first time Han Muye heard this name.

But he had perceived a boundless world from that piece of Kui cowhide back then.

There, it should be Manghuang.