457 Changing the Heavenly Fox Bloodline Inheritance
The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Bloodline, even if it only had three tails, possessed immeasurable combat strength.
The Heavenly Fox had unimaginable talent in controlling the spiritual will.
Bai Wuhen stood in front of Han Muye. If not for her gaze, he would not have been able to sense her existence.
At this moment, other than Xiang Lingshuang, Han Muye, and the others, all the demons within the 10-mile radius were prostrating on the ground.
“Bai Wuhen, what a good name.” Han Muye looked at the girl transformed from the Heavenly Fox and nodded gently.
Hearing his words, Bai Wuhen’s eyes flashed with nostalgia. She said in a low voice, “Actually, I really want to stay in the Sword Pavilion and steal a few spiritual rocks to become a carefree little white fox.”
Speaking of this, her expression became even more complicated. “I wonder if I can see Xiaoxuan again in this life…”
Gao Xiaoxuan!
The kid who wanted to be a human but ended up becoming a sword.
He followed Huang Six to the outer realm.
Before leaving, he entrusted Han Muye to take care of the little white fox.
“One day, I will go to the outer realm to find Sixth Brother.”
Han Muye spoke calmly.
“I’ll go too.” Huang Zhihu waved her fists.
“I’ll go too.” A smile appeared on Bai Wuhen’s face.
“I, then I…” Behind him, Xiang Lingshuang touched his head, not knowing what to do.
Bai Wuhen turned around and looked at Xiang Lingshuang. “Little White Elephant, the Outer World is countless times more dangerous than the Heavens Realm. If you want to go, you can’t do it with your current temper.”
Xiang Lingshuang nodded with a bitter expression.
It was the nature of their race to be gentle and unwilling to fight. If he was asked to fight in dangerous places, he would really feel uncomfortable.
Han Muye shook his head and said nothing.
How many things in the cultivation world could go according to his personality?
He didn’t want to kill anyone, but wasn’t his hands full of blood?
Bai Wuhen had fused with the power of the Green Fox Race’s bloodline and controlled the lives of tens of thousands of foxes in the clan.
The demons and humans who came to snatch the bloodline power all submitted and stayed in the clan.
In this way, there were nearly 20 demons who had condensed their demon cores in this clan. Among them, there were five from the Green Fox Clan and two eighth level Golden Core demons from the Wind Wolf Clan.
With the Heavenly Fox Clan’s soul mark, these Demon Clan powerhouses would not even have the thought of betraying them.
This method of tampering with the inherited memories of the bloodline was really unreasonable.
Bai Wuhen and Xiang Lingshuang went to comfort the troops and understand the situation at the base. Han Muye led Huang Zhihu to rest in a stone house not far from the altar.
Outside the stone house, a huge single-horned rhinoceros that was dozens of feet tall was lying on the ground, basking in the sun.
After shattering his soul and losing his spirituality, the Golden Core great demon, who only had its physical body left, only had strength, but it was ignorant and became an ordinary demon beast.
However, it was still a demon that had condensed a demon core. With its physical body, not only was its defense powerful, but it could also be used as a mount for traveling.
Huang Zhihu had already tried. The back of the rhinoceros demon was spacious and stable. It was most suitable for sleeping during the journey.
The Green Fox Clan was much richer and more powerful than the Lynx Clan. The spiritual fruits they sent over were not only delicious, but also nourishing.
Huang Zhihu laid on the long table and picked one from time to time, enjoying herself.
With a flash of inspiration, Yun Di appeared in front of Huang Zhihu with a brush and ink in her hand.
With half a spiritual fruit in her mouth, Huang Zhihu looked crestfallen.
Yun Di raised her hand and swept it across. All the spiritual fruits were put away. Then she placed the brush and ink on the long table.
With a long face, Huang Zhihu had to pick up his ink brush, open the book, and quietly start to copy the words.
Needless to say, after raising the brush, the restlessness on Huang Zhihu’s body disappeared, and her eyes lit up.
Seeing that she was seriously copying, Han Muye raised his hand and a 18-foot-long spiked mace appeared in his palm.
The mace was extremely heavy. The forging method was not complicated, but the spiritual materials refined were rather high-grade.
Even if this thing was smelted, it could be exchanged for a large number of spiritual rocks.
Holding the wolf fang mace with both hands, spiritual qi and sword qi rushed into it.
The mace shook and let out an unwilling cry.
The spiritual body that was about to condense shattered.
The spiritual weapon’s power collapsed and dispersed back into the mace.
The big mace instantly became an ownerless item.
This way, it would be easier to trade.
It was not a good thing to transmit a message when one had an owner.
Sword Qi rushed into the mace, and images of the Cold Nether Realm appeared.
The owner of this mace, Golden Dusk, had a good cultivation and was also the young city lord. He knew a lot of information about the Cold Nether Realm, and many of them were secret stories.
“This Cold Nether Realm is actually not too far away from the Heavenly Mystic Realm?”
This was an unexpected gain.
The Heavenly Mystic World was covered by the Great Dao, making it difficult for outsiders to investigate.
However, from the information Han Muye knew, the Central Continent had never stopped conquering the outer realm.
The Cold Nether Realm was weaker than the Heavenly Mystic Realm, and it was a world dominated by demons. It was very suitable for conquest.
He wondered if he could exchange the news of the Cold Nether Realm for some benefits if he gave it to the imperial court.
The qi and blood in the mace were mixed, and Han Muye sent them all into the Star Spirit Pearl.
Putting away the mace, Han Muye took out another long saber.
This long saber was completely black, and a demonic light flickered on the blade.
As he pressed his hand on the blade, he could feel a cold chill spreading out.
Han Muye’s eyes flickered.
This saber was obtained from a black-armored demon.
Although he could ask the black-armored fish demons that Bai Wuhen had subdued, Han Muye still liked to investigate directly.
What he saw with his own eyes was real enough.
As the sword qi entered the blade, a bloody aura dissipated.
This blade had killed many living beings.
