Wang Long, who was talking eloquently, was stunned for a moment before digesting Tang Xuanming's words.
Instinctively, he did not want to believe in the war that took place in time and space.
When listening to the history teacher's lectures, he mostly listened to them as myths, so he remembered these anecdotes more firmly.
Because he thinks these stories are very interesting, and the history teacher makes them very torturous.
"You won't understand this."
Tang Xuanming was not going to explain anything more. After confirming that there were extremely high-end martial arts in the secret realm, and it was very likely that he could obtain all the next levels of cultivation methods, he felt that it was the right time to come to the ancient battlefield of Devil's Plain.
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"Lead me the way, I'm going to the heart of Devil's Plains."
"I will die there. I am just a sixth-level scum of the Ant King..."
Under Tang Xuanming's calm gaze, Wang Long swallowed the rest of his words and led the way with a low eyebrow.
And explained carefully: "The center of the Devil's Plain is usually where the competition between humans and monsters is fiercest. The inheritance of the Human Emperor and Demon Emperor has stimulated countless people. This time, it is suspected that a pure-blooded three-legged Golden Crow appeared on the battlefield.
It will definitely detonate the entire battlefield..."
Wang Long hoped that through this series of news, the mysterious Shura God of Killing would reconsider the danger level at the center of the battlefield, but he found that Tang Xuanming's ancient well was unruffled.
The Shura God of Killing is powerful enough to dominate the entire battlefield, but the key point is not in this battlefield, but in the many strong men outside the battlefield.
The direct bloodline of the Demon King appears in the Devil's Plain, which means that the most terrifying figure in the Demon Clan also appears nearby.
"Oh, damn it, the Shura Killing God was born in the battlefield, so he probably doesn't know a lot of news from the outside world."
After realizing this, Wang Long did not mince words and said bluntly: "The strong men in Devil's Plain are at most ten times stronger than me...well, a hundred times!"
After being looked at by Tang Xuanming, Wang Long decisively changed his tune.
"That's not so powerful. Are you so weak?"
"The main reason is that strong people have no way to enter here. All strong people are gathered around the outside of Devil's Plain. They are all strong people who can collapse mountains and crack the earth. If there are too many killings here..."
Wang Long's intention was very clear. He didn't want to follow Tang Xuanming deep into the center of the Devil's Plain. When the Shura God of Killing, Dafa, kills all the top young figures of the human race and monster race, it would really break the sky.
"Hey, there is a little snake here."
Wang Long was about to give him some earnest advice when he saw the figure in front of him, who was a god of murder, pulling out a tail about the thickness of a baby's arm from a cave in front of him.
"Why does this tail look so familiar?"
Before he could think about it, he saw Tang Xuanming's arms exerting force.
"Huha!"
Millions of kilograms of power exploded in an instant, and the short tail did not break. Instead, the mountain peak in front of it roared violently and split into two with a bang.
Wang Long opened his mouth wide and looked at the huge creature in front of him, and his calves began to tremble again.
It was a monster as high as a mountain. It looked like a huge tiger, but it had hedgehogs on its body. It had a pair of strange wings on its general fur back. The most strange thing was that there was a snake-like snake on the back of its butt.
Same tail.
Tang Xuanming pulled this powerful beast out of the cave by pulling on that tail.
"Woof!"
This powerful beast looked up to the sky and let out a roar. It should have been full of power, but instead it made a sound like a dog barking.
Tang Xuanming was stunned for a moment.
Next to him, Wang Long already looked like he had seen a ghost. He looked up to the sky and screamed. He was even sadder than when he saw Tang Xuanming. He even gave up his plan to escape and screamed tremblingly.
"Qiongqi! This is Qiongqi."
"We are finished, we are finished. This is a ferocious beast that was at the level of killing gods in its heyday."
Wang Long was wailing and simply didn't want to speak.
He didn't expect his luck to be so bad.
The ghosts of humans and monsters are mixed with each other in the Devil's Plain, but in this area behind the humans, theoretically there should not be a powerful race among the monsters, let alone a top-notch ferocious beast like Qiongqi.
The only danger in Devil's Plain is encountering powerful beings of different races.
Between the same race, the powerful Cannian will pass on magical powers and skills to their next generation, but there is only one situation between different races, and they will fight to the death. Thousands of years ago, when the battle reached its peak, all the bodies in existence were
Everything fell apart in the process of reversing time and space, and only the most exciting thoughts in my mind could survive.
The most exciting thought in the minds of the demon clan, apart from their most powerful magical powers, is their everlasting hatred for the human race.
Wang Long screamed on the spot for a long time, and then found that the powerful Qiongqi beast had never started killing him. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered.
The person following him is not the top figure of the young generation among the human race, but the Shura God of Killing who was born in the Devil's Plain, a terrifying existence with endless legends and bloody colors.
What is invincible to him is not the case for Shura God of Killing.
Boom!
The whole earth seemed to be trembling. Wang Long's eyelids were twitching wildly as he watched the small mountain-sized Qiongqi Cannian fly high into the air, and then a divine light quickly outlined itself in the hands of the Shura God of Killing, forming a large bow.
Bend the bow and set the arrow, all in one go.
The magical power that previously came from the strong men of the human race - the Wind Chasing Arrow.
"boom!"
The arrow seemed to have spirituality and went straight into Qiongqi's eyes, which were half the size of a lantern.
"Woof!"
Qiongqi let out a huge scream in the void, and then collapsed into black mist that filled the sky, like a huge firework.
A thick black silk thread sank into Tang Xuanming's eyebrows, making no sound.
"Keep leading the way!"
Wang Long was awakened by Tang Xuanming's words and instinctively led the way, still recalling that terrible arrow in his mind.
"How could the human race's divine power at the star level be so terrifying in his hands?"
"It is obviously a wind-chasing arrow that relies on the magical power unique to the dianxing level. Why can it explode with just the power of qi and blood?"
Wang Long was puzzled, and in the end he could only explain it with the special nature of the Shura God of Killing.
"No wonder the Shura God of Killing is so terrifying in the outside world. He once caused endless killings. In the blink of an eye, he can understand and digest a magical power and use it to such a terrifying extent. Such a character is born to kill."
Tang Xuanming didn't care what Wang Long thought. At this time, he was understanding and digesting the innate magical power that Qiongqi had just passed on to him. It was an innate magical ability that belonged exclusively to the demon clan.