This lynx already has the shadow of a tiger.

In ancient Shuoyuan times, perhaps there was some connection between lynx and tiger tribe.

Standing in the hut, looking at the phantom of the lynx, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

He saw a lot of secrets in this lynx.

A trace of tiger clan blood, as well as many other mixed powers.

The monsters in the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons devour various bloodlines to improve their own bloodline. Unknowingly, the power of various bloodlines are blended together.

Purification or blending, both are the same path.

There are many choices for spiritual practice.

"boom"

In the distance, there was a roar.

The shadows of qi and blood appeared.

The strong man of the mountain raccoon tribe.

Xiang Lingshuang stood up and bent slightly to avoid turning over the thatched roof.

"Senior Brother Han, should I go take a look?"

The aura of power coming from there is much thicker than that of the Bobcat tribe.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled: "I want to see if they are qualified to be swordsmen."

The direction he was looking was towards the altar in front.

One by one, the Lynx tribesmen stood up, holding short blades in their hands, and their bodies turned into black shadows and disappeared quietly.

If Han Muye hadn't controlled the inheritance of the Lynx clan, he would never have noticed where these Lynx clan members had gone.

A look of surprise appeared on Xiang Lingshuang's face.

In the hut, the white fox lying on the eucalyptus also raised its head and looked at Han Muye.

In the distance, one after another, full of vitality and blood, and wearing half black armor, the mountain raccoon tribe rushed towards the tribal station.

The power displayed by these Shanli tribes is all foundation-building combat power.

With the power of these mountain cats, they can completely crush the entire mountain cat group.

No wonder this tribe could only be a vassal of the mountain raccoon clan before.

"kill"

The master of the Shanli Tribe who was running at the front shouted loudly and roared. He waved the long-handled battle ax in his hand, triggering a series of wind blades to hit the tribe's station.

Only when he shouted loudly did his expression suddenly change.

A gray-black figure appeared five feet in front of him, holding a black short blade and stabbing him in the chest.

"Stab"

The short blade pierced the black armor, sending out a spark.

The strong man from the Shanli clan first turned pale with fear, and then turned red with rage.

He was unexpectedly stabbed at close range by a weak lynx!

"go to hell"

The long ax was raised high in his hand.

At this moment, three short blades appeared from his armpits and neck!

Blood splatters!

This strong man from the Shanli tribe, who had the fifth level of foundation building combat power, was assassinated just like that!

The blood streaks turned into nothingness, obviously collected by the surrounding lynx tribesmen.

In the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, you can kill powerful enemies and absorb the power of their bloodline.

This is the fastest way to improve your cultivation and combat power.

This is also the most dangerous reason among the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters.

As long as you kill, you will gain strength.

However, this also happens to protect the continuation of many weak races.

The powerful races, those strong ones, don't bother to kill the weak races.

There is no real benefit to be gained.

"Not bad." Looking at the clean assassination, Han Muye said softly.

Xiang Lingshuang didn't seem to believe it, standing there in a daze.

If these lynx tribesmen had such fighting power before, he would have to expend a lot of energy.

Assassinating the strong mountain civet man is just the beginning.

One by one, the Lynx tribesmen walked out of the camp, turned into black shadows, and rushed to the battlefield.

Their speed is faster and their movements are weirder.

Someone got close, and the short blade in his hand just made a cross cut, severing the wrist tendons of the powerful Shanli clan, and then stabbed forward, and the short blade pierced the gap between the chest and abdomen armor.

Someone raised his hand, and the short blade in his hand flew out, spinning in mid-air, sweeping across the necks of several strong mountain civet men, bringing out bloody flowers.

fencing.

Killing skills.

The blood light at this time was alluring, and every time it rose, it was the passing of a life.

Huang Zhihu bit his lip, as if he didn't dare to look, but he seemed to be attracted by the flashing sword light.

Xiang Lingshuang stood there, clenching his fists and muttering in his mouth: "If you kill like this, you won't get blood on your hands..."

Over a cup of tea, more than a thousand masters of the raccoon tribe in the mountains were killed.

The lynx tribesmen who took action were all filled with vitality and blood, and several of them had bright spiritual lights on their heads.

This is a sign of improvement in cultivation level.

Drawing the power of Qi and blood into their bodies to kill powerful enemies, at this moment, these Lynx tribesmen are no longer the low-level race that was enslaved by other tribes before.

When the last panicked Shanli clan master was overtaken by a sword light and his spine was chopped into pieces, cheers erupted on the battlefield.

Many Lynx clan members were kneeling on the ground, their faces flushed.

The Shanli tribe that originally enslaved them was defeated so easily.

"Peng"

On the altar in the center of the tribe, a flame rose.

The golden flame emits a golden-red halo, with warm light shining through.

All the lynx tribesmen bathed in the light of this flame were filled with energy, blood and aura.

Increased bloodline power!

At this moment, all the Lynx clan members in the tribe felt that their bloodline power had changed.

Strength, speed, and even longevity.

The improvement of bloodline strength is comprehensive.

Shan Cang's figure appeared on the altar, with golden demon patterns flashing all over his body.

It is much more powerful than before.

With a movement of body, Shan Cang fell in front of Han Muye.

"Master, do you need us to attack and destroy the mountain raccoon tribe here?"

The power of devouring the opponent's bloodline can enhance one's own strength.

Shan Cang has long been planning to attack and kill the Shanli tribe.

Now that the strength of the entire group has been improved, it can no longer suppress the restlessness in its heart.

The demon clan is like this. They often act in accordance with the power of their blood.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the flames on the altar.

In that flame, there was a trace of power coming back.

As the controller of bloodline power, Han Muye can also benefit from this victory.

It seems that many powerful monsters have benefited from the secret realm and soared into the sky because of the increase in bloodline power.

"Go ahead." Han Muye waved his hand, then turned to look at Xiang Lingshuang: "Go and hold the line, there might be a strong person hiding in the mountain raccoon clan."

Xiang Lingshuang's face flashed red, he hesitated and nodded.
To be continued...