Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 447 - 447 Secret Realm Blood Guide, Desolate Galaxy (2)

Chapter 447 - 447 Secret Realm Blood Guide, Desolate Galaxy (2)

447 Secret Realm Blood Guide, Desolate Galaxy (2)

The spatial power on Han Muye’s body shook, and the soul power in his divine treasure reached out.

His divine sense and spatial power revolved and returned to his body.

“This is the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm? Impressive.”

Looking around, Han Muye muttered.

In this secret realm, the spatial power was suppressed, and the other powers were very thin.

No wonder Heaven Realm experts were unwilling to enter.

When Heaven Realm cultivators arrived, they could not use the power of heaven and earth. Their combat strength was about the same as ordinary half-step Heaven Realm cultivators.

Only those who had acc.u.mulated a lot of experience could be in their element in this secret realm.

For demons with powerful bloodlines, this secret realm was indeed very advantageous.

The demons of the Southern Wasteland were willing to share the secret realm because there were more opportunities in the secret realm.

The spiritual energy in this secret realm was vast and violent. It was also suitable for demons to cultivate.

Not only did the secret realm change in strength, but the pa.s.sage of time had also changed.

This was the first time Han Muye had seen a secret realm that could change the pa.s.sage of time.

Even the two secret places inherited by the ancient sects—the Fire Source World, which was a complete world, and the Heavenly Crane Region, which could nurture heavenly cranes, did not have the means to change the pa.s.sage of time.

The Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm was known as the holy land of the demon race. Indeed, it lived up to its name.

The pa.s.sage of time in this secret realm was slow, almost 10 times slower than outside.

Ten years in the secret realm is like a year in the Southern Wasteland outside.

This method of changing the pa.s.sage of time involved the Heavenly Dao. Even a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator would not have such an ability.

He wondered if the pa.s.sage of time in this secret realm was set up by that Demon Venerable Duan Jiuxiao.

With 10 times the time, a hundred years in the outside world is equivalent to a thousand years here. Naturally, many experts would be born here.

However, the power of the Heavenly Dao consumed to nurture experts like this was unimaginable.

Even the Heavenly Mystic Realm did not have such rich Heavenly Dao power.

The only possibility was that this world had a way of absorbing power from elsewhere.

Han Muye sighed.

Although his spiritual energy cultivation was only at the Earth Realm, his Confucian Dao cultivation and the power of his soul were already extremely strong. He had even fought a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator before.

However, he had never heard of the countless powerful methods in the cultivation world.

This was the exciting part of the cultivation world. You would never know how many secrets were hidden in it, waiting for you to explore them.

“Swoosh!”

A figure rushed towards Han Muye, curled up, and stabbed forward with a black halo in his hand. His movements were fast.

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

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing at the back, widened his eyes and stepped forward.

“Bang!”

The ground shook, and the figure trembled. He stopped 30 feet away from Han Muye, his entire body trembling, and blood flowed from his mouth.

It was a thin, pointy-eared demon who was a little more than five feet tall. He was wearing a grayish-yellow animal skin suit and had thorns tied around his hair. He held a short greenish-black blade in his hand and stood there with a terrified expression.

Not far away, more than 10 demons with the same appearance surrounded him vigilantly, holding short blades in their hands.

“You, who are you?”

The voice was strange, with a hint of a lynx’s cry.

Han Muye could sense the meaning of the voice through the vibration of his soul.

“Foster father, they asked who we are.” Huang Zhihu looked up at Han Muye, then her eyes curved into crescents.

“Sister Xiaobai told me.”

She hugged the white fox tightly.

So that was how it was.

Han Muye looked down at the little white fox and smiled.

Xiang Lingshuang took a few steps forward, clenched his fists, and let out a roar.

This sound was like an elephant’s cry, long and rough.

The demons holding short blades retreated in a panic.

In the distance, the roars of the demons could be heard.

Then many figures could be seen gathering.

They were all sharp-eared and short. The weapons in their hands were of different lengths.

“Kill—”

A deep shout came from somewhere, and all the demons rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.

These demons moved quickly and streaked across the void.

Xiang Lingshuang stood there, his three-meter-tall body was like a mountain. He clenched his fists and shouted, “Good timing!”

Around him, there was a faint silver halo, as if a layer of silver armor had been placed around him.

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

There was really an ancient bloodline. Han Muye was a little surprised to see the silver halo.

He had read in ancient books that the ancient mammoth race could use the power of the earth to activate the method to shatter stars.

“Bang!”

Xiang Lingshuang threw a punch at one of the demons.

The demon’s body was sent flying hundreds of feet away and rolled to the ground.

This punch stunned the demons who rushed forward.

However, the demon who had rolled to the ground got up and touched his body. His expression changed from fear to surprise.

He let out a low cry.

The other demons also cheered and rushed towards Xiang Lingshuang.

Han Muye shook his head.

The Elephant Clan was relatively peaceful and did not want to kill at will.

That punch just now could have directly blown up the body of the demon opposite him and intimidated all the other demons.

Kill one to warn a hundred others.

What a pity…

No wonder the little white fox wanted Xiang Lingshuang to seek protection from Han Muye.

With this young man’s temperament, he probably wouldn’t be able to survive in the secret realm.

“Get lost—”

Xiang Lingshuang roared and waved his fists and feet, sending the demons surrounding him flying.

However, he did not kill them. The bodies of the demons that were sent flying were not seriously injured. When they rushed up again, they were even more ferocious.