Chapter 405 It's a pity that your words are not as beautiful as your strength
Violence: mobilize one's own emotions to unleash an attack far beyond one's own. The stronger the anger, the stronger the strength. It can be increased up to ten times, and can only be used once in a short period of time.
The innate magical powers of a powerful ferocious beast like Qiongqi are simple and rough, and are extremely crude compared to the innate magical powers created by the human race.
But the strength it exerts is shocking.
Tang Xuanming was a little surprised, but soon became confused. He turned his head and looked at Wang Long beside him and said, "Can the human race still integrate the innate magical powers of the demon race?"
Wang Long, who saw Tang Xuanming's move, swallowed twice, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: "Yes, as long as you can destroy the powerful residual thoughts of the demon tribe on the spot, according to the rules of Devil's Plain, you can still get the corresponding talents.
Miraculous."
Although I was trying to explain it on the surface, my mind almost exploded.
The Devil's Plain has always had to pass the test of strong men to obtain corresponding magical powers. No one has ever used this other method to forcefully defeat Cannian and obtain magical powers.
You can still use it like this at low levels, but once you meet a top person, you will most likely die on the spot.
As for the word "human race" mentioned by Tang Xuanming, Wang Long automatically ignored it.
"It seems that the records in the classics are correct. When the Shura God of Killing was first reborn, he could not distinguish his own race."
Wang Long was secretly grateful, but had no intention of correcting him.
Now this Shura God of Killing regards him as a member of his own race and obviously won't do anything to him, so why should he correct him? Is he making himself uncomfortable?
The road to the center of Devil's Plain was not peaceful. Along the way, Tang Xuanming dispersed no less than ten residual thoughts and gained a batch of corresponding magical powers and combat skills.
But there is nothing commendable among them. Except for the magical power left by the monster Qiongqi, which is considered powerful, the others can only be said to be ordinary and not as good as Tang Xuanming's eyes.
Now, although he has not been exposed to the most advanced cultivation methods in the main world, he is not a frog in the well after experiencing the world of God's Tomb. He can understand many basic methods by analogy, and he can be regarded as a master.
He can use all kinds of weapons including swords, guns, swords and halberds at will.
It can be said that the world of low martial arts gave Tang Xuanming a good foundation, and the world of God's Tomb allowed Tang Xuanming to turn all the decayed foundations into magical sublimation.
The experience of creating the Supreme Dao Scroll in the Tomb of Gods world and opening up the inner world greatly enriched Tang Xuanming's high-level experience, allowing him to reach a high level in no time.
Today, he doesn't know much about the top techniques of the main world, and he himself is sitting in a well watching the sky, just a frog at the bottom of the well.
But after he jumped out of the well and saw the magnificent scenery outside, he would not get lost immediately, but would climb up as quickly as possible.
Because he has had such an experience before.
when!
The sound of swords clashing clearly reached his ears, and Tang Xuanming, who was climbing over the mountains in Devil's Plain, saw a human figure again.
A young man with a pair of silver pupils came into Tang Xuanming's eyes. The young man was holding a long sword and was constantly colliding with a group of human-shaped shadows.
While flying up and down, he displayed extraordinary swordsmanship.
For a while, he was evenly matched with the shadow.
"It's Wang Ming, one of the outstanding descendants of the Wang family and a figure in the seventh level of the Ant Emperor."
Tang Xuanming didn't even need to speak, Wang Long, who was beside him with a low eyebrow, took the initiative to introduce him.
"His luck is really good. If I read it correctly, the person in front of him should be Cannian, a peak-level expert in the human race, and he practices the same type of swordsmanship as him."
"It looks like he will get this inheritance soon."
Wang Long's vision was very good. Not long after he finished speaking, the shadow in front of the young man stopped in place. Between the rolling shadows, a heroic young man in armor appeared, with murderous intent between his brows.
But at this moment, the young man showed a happy smile on his face.
He hit his left chest heavily with his right hand and said loudly: "The broken body is buried in the green mountains. I will never regret it."
Amidst the laughter, the heroic man in armor turned into countless black smoke, and an obvious black line flew out of the black smoke and disappeared into the eyebrows of the young man with silver-white pupils.
Seeing that the dust had settled on the young man's side, Tang Xuanming approached directly, and Wang Long followed him meekly, with a low eyebrow and a submissive look, like a little daughter-in-law.
"What do you mean when you come here?"
Before Tang Xuanming could speak, the young man took the lead in asking questions. When he got closer to Tang Xuan, he realized that the young man's eyes were long and narrow, making his silver-white eyes more obvious and a little menacing.
"Of course I'm here to get the inheritance, otherwise why are you here?"
There was no need for Tang Xuanming to speak. Wang Long, who was very self-conscious, took the initiative to take a step ahead and stared at the young man.
In the past, he wouldn't have dared to do this. After all, the level of his bloodline was one level lower, and his future achievements would be very different. But now, with the support of strong people, Wang Long felt that he had nothing to fear.
He casually glanced at Tang Xuanming, who had a cold expression on his face. The expressionless Tang Xuanming gave Wang Long an inexplicable sense of security, and Wang Long felt himself swell in an instant.
"Wang Long?"
"That's right!"
"You think you can fight against me just by finding a helper? Have you forgotten how I taught you a lesson before?"
The young man with long, narrow eyes and silver-white pupils glanced at the ordinary-looking Tang Xuanming. He did not match any of the top figures in the young man's life that he knew in his mind. Although he was still a little wary in his heart, he no longer cared about it.
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Wang Long's face turned red, he took a deep breath, raised his chest, and said in a deep voice: "There is nothing worth boasting about crushing me with a higher bloodline. If we have the ability to be in the same realm, we
Let's have a fight."
"laugh!"
Wang Long summoned up all his courage, but it was all in vain when Wang Ming sneered.
He blushed all of a sudden and opened his mouth several times, but could not speak.
Wang Long's attitude made Wang Ming look down upon him more and more. At the same time, he also looked down upon the young man next to Wang Long, losing his previous vigilance.
He mocked unceremoniously: "No matter how many Moon Roaring Demonic Wolves gather, they will all collapse under the roar of the Netherworld Tiger King."
"Having called an unknown rookie to join you, do you feel that you have warmth and strength?"
"The weak will only hug together for warmth, while the strong will always taste loneliness and loneliness alone, like you..."
"boom!"
When neither of them could react, Tang Xuanming suddenly took action and slapped Wang Ming on the shoulder. The slap was obviously not fast, but Wang Ming tried his best to twist his body and did not avoid it.
The whole person was like a nail, which was smashed straight into the ground, leaving only one head.
The whole person's expression was a little dazed for a while. He didn't understand why his field of vision suddenly changed and why Wang Long was suddenly so tall.
"If your strength is as beautiful as you say, maybe I will be more satisfied."
There was no unnecessary expression on Tang Xuanming's face, he was as calm as if he had just slapped a mosquito on his shoulder to death.
Wang Long felt inexplicably energized, and suddenly felt that the cold expression of the Shura God of Death was extremely handsome.
"You...poof!"
Wang Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before the words came out, a mouthful of blood spurted out.