Tang Xuanming suddenly stopped. Wang Long, who had been paying attention to Tang Xuanming's movements, stopped immediately. Wang Ming slowed down by half a beat, took a step forward, and almost reached Tang Xuanming before he reacted.
He glanced left and right, then immediately took a step back and stood side by side with Wang Long, not daring to take a breath.
"What's wrong? Brother, is there something wrong with the situation?"
"Don't you think the temperature around you is a bit high?"
"It seems a bit, what's wrong? Is this wrong?"
Before entering the ancient battlefield of Devil's Plain, Wang Long was warned over and over again by his family elders that Devil's Plain is an extremely dangerous place.
Although there are countless opportunities hidden, the dangers are also dormant at any time. Most of the terrible killing moves left over from the ancient battlefield have been forgotten and the supreme magical power has collapsed. After all, magical powers that can go back with time are rare.
But the thought of going against the flow of time still exists, and the lingering thoughts of the powerful demons in the ancient battlefield should not be underestimated.
The ferocious and cunning demon brat cannot be ignored.
Be sure to exercise caution at all times.
Wang Long had done this before, but after meeting Tang Xuanming, all his vigilance was thrown away.
Every time he encountered danger, he didn't need to react. He even took action before he noticed Tang Xuanming.
So this time Tang Xuanming stopped to remind him that something was wrong. When he raised his head and looked forward, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Oh My God!"
Devil's Plain was originally peaceful, with green trees everywhere, and looked nothing like the battlefield relics seen by normal people. If it weren't for the records in historical books, no one would be able to believe that the most brutal and terrifying battle had ever occurred here.
The mountains that stretched for tens of thousands of miles were originally green, but now, the familiar green did not reflect in Wang Long's eyes. What caught his eyes was a stretch of black ashes that stretched for hundreds of miles.
In this emerald green scene, such a black death zone suddenly appeared, which made people feel strange and ominous.
The dry trees and leaves formed a long line of ashes. Wang Ming walked over in disbelief and reached out to touch the thin trunk of a tree that several people could hold together.
Before his hands even touched the tree, the sound of the wind caused the trees that were still intact at that moment to fly into ashes and scattered scattered across the sky. A black cloud seemed to fall around the three of them.
boom!
The slight wind blew through the trees that had experienced terrible disasters, as if dominoes had been touched. Countless smoke and dust flew up, and a giant dragon hundreds of miles long seemed to rise in the woods.
puff!
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground made Tang Xuanming turn his head, and what he saw and heard made his pupils shrink.
Not far from him, three charred skeletons fell to the ground, splashing black ash all over the ground.
"They are humans, and they are three powerful humans."
Wang Long looked serious, looking a little sad when he looked at the three bones that had been burnt black.
"Two are at the sixth level, and one is at the seventh level. Such strength cannot be underestimated in a young man's life."
Wang Ming pointed to the chests of the three skeletons, leaving clear lines on the bone closest to the heart.
Two skeletons left six different blood lines, while the other skeleton left seven. This was also the basis for Wang Ming's judgment.
"The power of their bloodline is already very powerful, and it has begun to feed itself back. The bones closest to the heart where the bloodline originates have begun to change."
Wang Long carefully looked at the surrounding environment and made a decisive judgment: "None of the three people showed any signs of resistance. They were killed in an instant. They are the most top-blooded beings among the demon clan."
"The worst is the eighth level bloodline, the level of the Golden-winged Dapeng."
"No, the eighth-level demon clan cannot achieve such terrifying lethality."
Wang Ming denied Wang Long's judgment, pointed at the black ashes that stretched for hundreds of miles, and said: "The demons at the eighth level of the bloodline may kill them with one blow without warning, but it is impossible to be so devastating.
the power of."
"You mean..."
Wang Long's mouth opened wide. In fact, he made a judgment immediately after seeing the terrifying scene. He had a guess in his heart, but he just didn't confirm it.
"Yes, you guessed it right, it is the existence with the highest bloodline among the demon clan, and a terrifying existence that is parallel to the bloodline of the Ant King."
"Looking at this scene, there is no doubt that it is a fire attribute. There will be no obvious deviation in the attributes of the monsters with the highest level of bloodline. They can easily control the five elements attributes."
"But there seems to be only one kind of destructive flame fluctuation like this that meets this level."
Wang Ming and Wang Long looked at each other and said it in unison.
"Three-legged Golden Crow!"
"You mean the Demon Queen appears here?"
The two nodded and looked at Tang Xuanming, waiting for Tang Xuanming's handling.
A group of top geniuses from the human race came here for the blood of the Demon Queen, but after truly seeing the power of the Demon Queen's generation, they gave up on the spot.
They are not on the same level at all, and there is no possibility of confrontation.
Just the residual aura here makes them feel depressed, let alone the head-on collision with the three-legged Golden Crow.
Tang Xuanming did not feel uncomfortable, but at this moment, her mood was extremely strange.
Standing on this land that was probably burned by the golden flames of the sun, feeling the remaining breath of the three-legged golden crow, a different kind of emotion arose in his heart for no reason.
"This feeling……"
Tang Xuanming carefully tasted the emotion rolling in his chest, and what he felt was anger.
It was as if the beast king was provoked by other beasts, and he seemed to be holding a breath in his chest.
Tang Xuanming even turned red from suppressing it, and his heart was beating thumpingly in his chest.
Four true dragons kept wandering around, three true dragons were illusory and not real, and one cyan true dragon condensed like substance. When Tang Xuanming's emotions reached their peak, the dragon suddenly opened its mouth.
"Groan!"
A huge dragon roar came from Tang Xuanming's mouth. Wang Long beside him fell to his knees with a plop. Wang Ming barely struggled and fell to the ground.
They felt an irresistible coercion blooming around them. Under this majesty, they instinctively surrendered, and then they fell to the ground.
"Groan!"
The sound of the dragon's roar was low and loud, spreading continuously along the mountain forest.
Hundreds of miles away, a young man with blond hair suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked in the direction of Tang Xuanming, with a surprised expression on his face, and murmured: "Has the Demon King been born back then? How could he be so terrifying?
roar?"
In another direction outside the forest, a young man with black hair and black eyes, with no trace of bloodline mutation on his appearance, listened intently, with an incredible look on his face.
"Has a real dragon ever died in battle in Devil's Plain? There is no corresponding record in the palace!"