Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

448 Secret Realm Blood Guide, Desolate Galaxy (3)

The short blades in their hands stabbed into Xiang Lingshuang’s body, but they could only produce a silver glow.

However, this endless harassment was really depressing.

Xiang Lingshuang roared angrily, but the demons did not retreat.

Han Muye shook his head.

He was a sword cultivator.

At this moment, the little white fox in Huang Zhihu’s arms bowed slightly, opened her mouth, and let out a low roar.

Xiang Lingshuang trembled and shook his head slightly.

The little white fox was urging Xiang Lingshuang to kill the demons, but he was unwilling.

Seeing Xiang Lingshuang like this, the little white fox raised her head and suddenly let out a hiss.

“Hiss—”

Its voice was slightly ear-piercing.

However, when this voice rang out, the demons surrounding Xiang Lingshuang trembled and froze on the spot. They could not even stand up and collapsed to the ground.

Soul Intimidation, Bloodline Pressure.

The bloodline of the little white fox was one of the noblest among the foxes.

Seeing that all his opponents had fallen to the ground, Xiang Lingshuang growled twice, probably indicating that they were not allowed to come again.

Then he turned around and walked back.

The moment he stepped away, a phantom flew out from the distant bushes.

Xiang Lingshuang suddenly turned around and grabbed the bow. He pulled the bowstring and a long green arrow appeared on the bow. It carried demonic patterns and demonic light surged.

“Swoosh—”

As soon as the arrow shot out, the phantom instantly shattered.

A surge of Qi and blood rose up and condensed into a faint golden drop of blood that flew towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Xiang Lingshuang was at a loss.

At this moment, the demons sitting on the ground prostrated on the ground and kowtowed to Xiang Lingshuang.

“This arrow is not bad,” Han Muye said softly.

A member of the Elephant Clan with unlimited close combat strength had actually practiced the Divine Shooting Technique. Interesting.

“Let’s go and take a look at the Lynx Clan’s base.” With that, Han Muye led Huang Zhihu forward.

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

When he walked to the bushes, he saw a 10-foot-long black civet on the ground that had been nailed to the ground.

The lynxes carefully followed behind Xiang Lingshuang. Their eyes were filled with desire as they stared at the blood drop in Xiang Lingshuang’s palm.

Dragging the civet that had been killed by the arrow, they followed behind Han Muye and the others.

All sorts of voices could be heard as these demons introduced their identities.

This was a small base of the Lynx Clan. It was ruled by the Civet Clan and suppressed by the experts of the clan.

It was a civet demon beast that was killed by Xiang Lingshuang’s arrow just now.

That fellow had fused with the bloodline power of the Lynx Clan, but he was powerless to refine it. He could only transform into his beast form to maintain the circulation of his strength.

The golden blood drop in Xiang Lingshuang’s hand was the bloodline power that the Lynx Clan had assigned to protect this clan.

Originally, this drop of blood was provided for the small altar of the clan to open the door to power for the newborn Lynx clansmen.

As he absorbed more tribal bloodlines, this drop of blood could also continue to improve.

This was the continuation of countless races in the secret realm.

The bloodline activated the power of the clan, and the people of the clan used their bloodline as nourishment to increase and maintain this bloodline.

The Lynx Clan’s residence was not far away. There were straw huts of various sizes that looked like there were nearly ten thousand clans.

The lynx clansmen accompanying him roared loudly. Countless clansmen rushed out from the base and carefully surrounded him.

According to these lynx clansmen, as long as they sent the blood pearl containing the bloodline of the mountain cat back to the altar, their clan would worship Xiang Lingshuang as their master.

Xiang Lingshuang turned to look at Han Muye.

“This bloodline is useless to us. You can choose to keep it for yourself to exchange with others in the future or subdue this demon race.”

Han Muye spoke.

Hearing his words, Xiang Lingshuang scratched his head and looked confused. “There’s nothing I want to exchange for.”

With that, he shook his head again. “I don’t want to subdue them either.”

The elephant race was probably like this.

They just wanted to live their lives well.

Unfortunately, in the cultivation world, the demons had never been able to live such a good life without fighting.

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

“Senior Brother Han, you decide.”

“Then subdue this Lynx Clan first.” Han Muye grabbed the drop of blood and looked around, his eyes revealing a deep divine light.

There were rules in this secret realm, or rather, the rules of the game.

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

“Buzz!”

A dark golden light rose.

A 10-foot-tall lynx phantom appeared.

As soon as this lynx phantom appeared, all the lynxes knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

The lynx phantom slowly solidified. Its golden eyes looked at Xiang Lingshuang, then at Han Muye and Huang Zhihu. Its gaze was fixed on the little white fox.

“Honorable Skywalkers, what do you want me to do?”

Skywalkers?

Han Muye smiled.

This was the rule of the secret realm.

In the tallest straw hut in the middle of the base, a pile of red wild fruits was placed in front of Huang Zhihu.

There were also all kinds of strange fruits and meats placed on the long table for her to choose from.

The little white fox lay on the long table, holding a fruit and chewing it carefully.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was sitting cross-legged at the side, was about to hit and break through the ceiling of the thatched cottage.

In front of Han Muye, a big grayish-black lynx carefully sized up Xiang Lingshuang and the white fox, then its gaze landed on Han Muye.

“The Ten Thousand Demons Realm is the last resting place of all the demons. We struggle at death’s door here to remember the glory of our ancestors…”

The lynx muttered, its lively eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

“I came from the body of a civet cat in the wilderness. My cultivation had once touched the Heaven Realm Out of Body level.

“En, that’s probably what you Skywalkers call the cultivation realm.”

In the ancient era, a chaotic battle broke out on a star where countless demons resided. When the experts attacked, the star shattered.

The Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm was created by a few almighty beings. They left behind the remnants of their bloodline to preserve the power of their bloodline.

They hoped that one day, an expert from these bloodlines would emerge with the Ten Thousand Demons Token and return to the world where countless bloodlines competed to unite all the demons.

The Ten Thousand Demons Token came from ancient times.

That world was called the Desolate Galaxy.

This was the first time Han Muye had heard this name.

However, he had sensed a vast world from the Kui hide.

That should be the Desolate Galaxy.

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