Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

446 Secret Realm Blood Guide, Desolate Galaxy

Blood sacrifice.

Several white-haired Heaven Realm demons stood on the high platform in front of them. They were wearing linen robes and holding short knives in their hands.

Behind them were 100 Heaven Realm and half-step Heaven Realm experts.

These people had different forms. Some had two horns on their heads, some had manes on their heads, and some had long tails, and some had big ears fanning them gently.

Under the platform, dozens of demon phalanges were neatly arranged.

Each phalanx consisted of a thousand Earth Realm demons.

The strength of the demons of the Southern Wasteland was obvious.

“Sacrifice—”

An aged voice sounded. All the demons gripped their knives tightly.

“Slash—”

A long saber was pulled out, and blood splattered.

Blood qi instantly filled the air.

Between heaven and earth, a strong wind was blowing fiercely.

The boundless power seemed to come from the ancient times.

The Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm was opened with the blood of ten thousand demons.

Blood sacrifice.

A huge tornado formed and the space was swept clean.

A courtyard that was filled with blood qi appeared.

It was as green as the wilderness.

“Enter the secret realm and let your qi and blood guide you. After a hundred days, return with your blood as your guide.”

The person with the aged voice came to the side of the lofty courtyard and sat cross-legged on the ground.

In the square formation of the demons, the demon experts below the age of 500 walked to the front of the gate. They put down their short knives and pressed their bloody palms against the gate.

Then spiritual light and blood energy wrapped around their bodies, and these Earth Realm demons disappeared on the spot.

Their short knives were left in front of the thousand-foot-tall gate.

Using their bloodline as a guide, they entered the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm.

“Let’s go.”

After the thousands of demons in the Southern Wasteland entered the secret realm, Han Muye shouted in a low voice. He led Huang Zhihu and took a step forward, landing in front of the gate.

Huang Zhihu was a little nervous. She held the little white fox in her hand and refused to let go.

Xiang Lingshuang stood behind Huang Zhihu and did not leave her side.

The young elites of the Western Frontier flew behind Han Muye and the others, and spiritual light surged from their bodies.

On the other side, a group of black-armored fish demons covered in black scales and holding alien weapons strode over.

The young man in charge turned to look at Han Muye and opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

A cold aura attacked the Western Frontier team, causing the astral winds to tremble.

“No fighting outside the secret realm.” The aged voice sounded.

The leader of the Black-Armored Fish Demons laughed loudly and walked forward. He reached out and slapped the gate, leaving a bloody mark before disappearing.

Behind him, fish demons covered in black scales followed.

Thousands of black-armored fish demons had just entered the courtyard when a team of Central Continent soldiers wearing black armor and black iron masks walked forward.

At the front of the soldiers was a middle-aged man with a long sword in his hand. He was wearing half-armor and had a sinister expression.

“From the Western Frontier?” The middle-aged man sized up Han Muye, then glared at Huang Zhihu, who was holding Han Muye’s hand.

Originally, he thought that Huang Zhihu would be afraid. Unexpectedly, Huang Zhihu frowned and pointed at the middle-aged man. “Foster father, he glared at me. He’s not a good person.”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before he laughed loudly. His expression indeed turned cold. “The Western Frontier is in cahoots with the Southern Wasteland. When I return from the secret realm, I’ll destroy the Western Frontier altogether.”

Commander.

Qian Yiming.

According to Xiao Yueli, Qian Yiming offered a 10-year truce in exchange for the right to enter the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm.

However, now as he heard it, this ambitious commander of the Mystic Sun Guards seemed to have a prejudice against the Western Frontier.

“Is Commander Qian interested in the Western Frontier?” Han Muye’s expression did not change as he said calmly, “Then I hope you have the chance to come to the Western Frontier as a guest.

“I’ll be hospitable.”

Hospitable.

What else could a sword cultivator’s hospitality be other than swords?

Qian Yiming did not seem to expect Han Muye to be neither servile nor overbearing. He was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, “Alright, alright. I believe you.”

With that, he strode forward and shouted, “Kid, don’t die in the secret realm.”

“Commander Qian, the same,” Han Muye replied.

Han Muye did not believe that the demons of the Southern Wasteland would not use the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm to get rid of Qian Yiming.

Qian Yiming let out a long laugh. He slammed his palm on the gate and disappeared.

The black-armored masked soldiers walked silently behind him. Groups of them stepped into the courtyard, and only the clanging of iron armor could be heard.

It was indeed a strong army that obeyed orders.

Han Muye looked back. The Eastern Sea sword cultivators and flood dragons had also arrived.

“After entering the secret realm, it’s best for everyone to gather with our sect’s fellow disciples immediately. My fellow Daoists from the Western Frontier hope that there will be fewer internal strife in the secret realm and that we will support each other.”

With that, Han Muye led Huang Zhihu slowly to the gate and pressed his hand on it.

A faint blood energy was extracted. Then spatial power 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 pressed his hand on the gate.

A spiritual light enveloped him as well.

Han Muye could feel the spatial power entering his body, guided by his bloodline power.

While teleporting in the void, Han Muye’s heart skipped a beat. Instead of following his bloodline power, a spatial power surged out of his body and pulled him away with Huang Zhihu and the white fox she was carrying.

When they landed, they were in a forest filled with green bushes.

Huang Zhihu held the little white fox in her hands, while the elephant youth, Xiang Lingshuang stood behind her and grinned.

In the distance, several figures flashed past.

They were not humans, but strong demons with sharp ears.

This was not a place where humans gathered, but the territory of the demons.

Han Muye had just changed the location of the teleportation. Using the bloodlines of the little white fox and Xiang Lingshuang, they were naturally teleported to the territory of the demons.