Wang Long answered tremblingly, wailing in his heart.
"Is this the Shura God of Killing? One punch can shatter the remnants of the battlefield. It seems that no one has ever done such a thing!"
"Don't you need to understand and absorb the corresponding inherited magical powers? Then wouldn't he be able to understand all the magical powers obtained by all the great magical powers in Devil's Plain?"
The Shura God of Death is so terrifying (?д??)!
"Will he just kill me?"
Wang Long was shocked and thought of this question again for no reason. Before he could figure it out, the familiar voice came to his ears again.
"Where is the most precious heritage of Devil's Plains?"
"In the heart of Devil's Plains."
"Heartland?"
"Just walk along here and go deeper. The highest point of the mountain range is the center of the former Devil's Plain, which was also the holy land of the demon clan. This is the scene tens of thousands of years ago. Back then, the Devil's Plain was an endless mountain range, known as the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The top of the mountain.”
Tang Xuanming nodded in approval, and then his whole person disappeared like smoke.
Wang Long let out a long breath, feeling like he had come back to life from hell.
But then I panicked.
"It breaks the sky. The Shura God of Killing is born. The monsters and humans will probably suffer huge casualties, and it will explode."
Wang Long looked at the direction where Tang Xuanming disappeared and sighed sincerely.
That direction has gathered the most top geniuses, whether they are the descendants of the top demon clan or the descendants of the invincible and powerful among the human race, they will all appear in that area.
The Demon Queen who has been rumored for more than a year may also appear there, because a peerless Demon Emperor once died there in battle, and the immortal demonic thoughts remain there to this day, spanning a period of time.
The three-legged Golden Crow in his juvenile state most likely wanted to obtain the inheritance of the former Demon King, and also wanted to hunt many top young figures of the human race and weaken the strength of the human race, so he announced his schedule with such a big fanfare.
The whole world knows.
And in this ancient battlefield of Devil's Plain, which could only accommodate small fish and shrimps, a shark suddenly came in, and the situation was not an ordinary collapse.
"It's okay, okay, people look down on me as a little shrimp, but I survived at least."
Wang Long patted his chest, feeling that he had escaped a disaster. Before he finished speaking, he jumped on the spot like a ghost. Looking at Tang Xuanming who appeared in front of him again, he stammered: "Big... big
...Boss, do you have any orders?"
Wang Long's respectful performance and obedient attitude made Tang Xuanming a little stunned. He originally just wanted to know more about the human race's cultivation method, and at the same time learn more about the top aristocratic families and tribes among the human race, and understand the specific situation of the human race and the demon race.
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So I turned around and prepared to ask Wang Long. After all, this was the first time Tang Xuanming had seen such an obedient person.
When outsiders enter Du Dahuang, most of them have their nostrils turned upward. It is still very difficult to get accurate information.
Wang Long's gesture made Tang Xuanming change his mind instantly. He didn't know that the human race in front of him had any misunderstandings about him, but Tang Xuanming, who was used to pretending to be a stickman, had a good grasp of his mentality. He originally had a prepared expression on his face.
The gentle smile that bloomed disappeared, and he said calmly and indifferently: "I need a servant who can handle my chores."
"I can find it for you..."
Wang Long blurted out, but when he saw the eyes of the mysterious figure in front of him staring at him, he froze and his lips trembled twice. Just when Tang Xuanming thought he was about to say something powerful and unyielding.
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A smile bloomed on Wang Long's face.
"no problem."
"Um!"
Tang Xuanming nodded indifferently, and his aloof persona was carried out to the end.
Although he had very little contact with Wang Long, Tang Xuanming found that when he remained aloof, Wang Long had the highest respect for him. This was his experience as a magic stick for many years.
Wang Long's submissive posture made him naturally assume this state.
And the facts also proved that his attitude was correct.
Wang Long was extremely respectful and consciously led the way, and quietly introduced the specific situation of Devil's Plain to Tang Xuanming.
"The Devil's Plain originated ten thousand years ago. Ten thousand years ago, or even in an older era, it was once the most glorious holy land of the demon clan. It was home to various demon clans that were only in legends, including golden-winged rocs,
Kunpeng, Jade Rabbit, Tengu..."
"That period was the most prosperous period of the demon race. Later, with the rise of our human race, under the leadership of the sages of the human race, countless strong men emerged from the human race, and the two races at their peak broke out.
There's a big war..."
"The most peak battlefield is the Devil's Plain. At the final peak moment, the contemporary human emperor died in battle, and the demon emperor and his demon kingdom were destroyed together. The human race and the demon race used the Devil's Plain as the dividing line to cultivate and live together, which continues to this day.
"
"You mean, a generation of human emperors died in the Devil Plains?"
"Yes, not only the Human Emperor, but also the Demon Emperor died here..."
Wang Long knew the history of these human races very well. Every big family would never forget these histories and recorded them in their genealogy.
"So, every once in a while, when the ancient battlefield of Devil's Plain opens, the human race and the demon race will send their most elite geniuses to enter it, waiting for opportunities to obtain inheritance."
"The human race and the demon race have developed for so many years, do they still need to do their best to inherit the magical powers of the past?"
Wang Long was shocked. He had never thought about this problem before.
It's just that every time the Devil's Plain is opened, there are people entering it one after another. He instinctively follows it and sneaks in without thinking too much.
"Asura's idea of killing a god is really confusing."
I was complaining in my heart, but my mouth kept talking.
"I'm not very clear about the specific situation. Maybe... maybe the war was too hasty that year, and many of the top strong men of the human race didn't have time to leave behind their magical powers..."
He was a little unconfident when he spoke at first, and his tone was a little low. Later, the more he spoke, the more reliable his argument became, and his tone gradually returned to normal, and his expression became elated.
"...The unparalleled magical power of the human emperor who died in the battle has not been passed down. There are records in the ancient classics of the clan. The reason why the Devil's Plain can maintain the state it was tens of thousands of years ago is because of that emperor.
The peerless magical power of the King of Generations.”
"The unique state of Devil's Plain is also due to the supreme magical power of that strike."
"oh!"
After saying this, Tang Xuanming became a little curious.
This was not his first visit to Devil's Plain. In his impression, Devil's Plain had no so-called mountains at all. It was a real open space and an endless prairie.
But after entering the Devil's Plain through the blood pool, what you see is another scene, which is said to be the scene of the Devil's Plain ten thousand years ago.