"The strength of this old tyrant is unfathomable. There have been rumors that he has entered the god-level realm. If he goes crazy here, it will be difficult for us to face it."
"Which family is the descendant of? It can beat Ba Xia to death? Ba Xia claims to have inherited the defensive power of Xuanwu and has the power of a real dragon. Could it be that it has met the descendants of the Human Emperor?"
"I think it's possible for that brat in our family to have one too. The descendants of my Zhang family also have eight bloodlines."
A middle-aged man with a smile on his face. If Tang Xuanming were here, he would have discovered that this middle-aged man has many similarities with Zhang Han in the secret realm. He should be regarded as Zhang Han's elder.
"I think my cub is more likely, okay? Your Zhang family's bloodline is more defensive, while my Jin family's bloodline is more offensive. Facing Baxia, my cub obviously has an advantage."
An old man stroked the black beard on his chin with an indifferent expression.
A group of big shots from the human race were all speculating, and their expressions were quite relaxed, but the solemnity in their hearts was something only they knew.
Every time the Devil's Plain is opened, the top geniuses will die.
There are both humans and demons, and both humans and demons will do their best to hunt down the most evil beings among the opposing races.
For humans and monsters, this is a daily routine and a kind of military training.
It's just that there are only a few people like the eighth level bloodline who have died. After so many years since the Devil's Plains has been open, there are not many records.
"Just wait and see. The demon tribe's blood for blood and tooth for tooth will not interfere with the Devil's Plain. It will only outline the sights and auras of the characters attached to the ghosts of the dead. We will know whose family it belongs to by looking at it."
The wild middle-aged man stared indifferently at the center of Devil's Plain, where the two masses of blood disappeared.
"Ao Kuang, that brat of yours doesn't have much hope. There's no point in staring at him like this."
Some people laughed lowly, but everyone's eyes were fixed on the top of Devil's Plain without blinking.
No matter which clan's descendants are targeted by the top experts in the demon clan, it will not be easy for them.
The silver-backed demon ape's blood returned from the void, its original red color dimmed a bit, and a human figure spat out from it.
The figure is dressed in white, with a long sword on his waist. He walks, sits and lies with a romantic aura, which is very consistent with the education of a human family.
The only thing that makes people feel strange is that the figure's face is ordinary, blending into ordinary people without attracting any attention.
Many of the human bosses present looked at each other and had no impression of this mysterious young man.
The white-haired old man who led the human race frowned and said to himself: "I have no impression of him."
The same is true for others.
"Who is his family elder?"
The whole audience was silent. The Zhang family elder who proudly described his children before frowned and murmured: "The long sword on his waist seems to belong to my family, but that's not right. I don't seem to have such children in my family."
ah!"
An elder of the Wang family said with some uncertainty: "The clothes he is wearing seem to belong to Wang Ming."
Elders Wang and Zhang looked at each other, their hearts sinking.
Things seem to have turned in another direction, and the mysterious and ordinary young man seems to have come together with the most outstanding young people in his family.
The two of them looked at each other and then chose silence at the same time.
"It's just a silver-backed demon ape, it's not a big deal."
puff!
Another drop of slightly golden blood leaped out from the Devil's Plain. This time, both the human race and the demon race were staring at the center of the Devil's Plain.
The golden blood flickered for a moment, and a breath also spewed out from above, condensing into a figure.
"this……"
"It's still him!"
"who is he?"
There were waves of exclamations among the human race, which were exactly the same as the scene shown in the blood of the silver-backed demon ape just now.
The young man with an ordinary face appeared in the void again, but this time he did not have the elegant demeanor of a noble from a noble family. Instead, he was dressed in simple animal skins, holding a trident in his hand, and danced arrogantly and violently.
A wild and fierce breath came to my face.
"He will die without a burial place."
The middle-aged man transformed from Ba Xia had a gloomy face that was about to drip. The silver-backed demon ape, who was as tall as a mountain, stared at the center of the Devil's Plain non-stop, as if he wanted to imprint the man in white into his heart and swallow him.
In the entrance.
Bo!
Another drop of black blood sank silently into the depths of the Devil's Plain. A demon with a black face and various magic marks on his face came out. He glanced at the human race opposite with his gloomy eyes, silently
Looking at the figure condensed above the blood pool in the center of Devil's Plain, he clenched his fists.
The ordinary-looking young man wearing an animal skin appeared again.
Many powerful people in the human race have lost their voices, and only people are explaining in low voices.
"The Thousand-Armed Demon Centipede is a terrifying monster at the seventh level of blood. It can even poison beasts at the eighth level due to its toxicity. Even some beings with weak resistance to poison in the ninth level of blood will be poisoned by it. Its strength is unknown. It is about
Between the pinnacle of dianxing and the god level."
Many powerful people in the human race no longer have the desire to speak, but they are simply wailing in their hearts.
"Whose baby is this, so tough?"
"We killed three of the top bloodline members of the demon race in one wave. Isn't it a bit harsh to draw hatred?"
…
In the dim sky, the bloody moonlight is an eternal theme.
Walking in this weird atmosphere always makes people feel more bloodthirsty.
It had been half a month since he arrived at the ancient battlefield of Devil's Plain. Tang Xuanming lowered his head and looked at his left hand. There were three more drops of blood on the palm of his left hand.
One drop was black, one was red, and one was slightly golden. Seven days ago, he instinctively felt a huge crisis, and then he saw three drops of blood walking around him.
After that, these three marks appeared on his palm.
"Have you been targeted by those monsters outside?"
Tang Xuanming lowered his head indifferently, stabbed his back with his trident, and shouted: "Go faster!"
"Woo!"
The silver Howling Moon Sirius, which was more than three meters tall under him, let out a mournful sound, but under the threat of the extremely violent Tang Xuanming, he did not dare to show anything. He obediently curled his tail and carried Tang Xuanming towards the depths of the secret realm.
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Their target was the area marked with a giant skull on the map.
The map has been completely repaired by Tang Xuanming, and it was information obtained from the King of War.
The center of the map was still the same as before. A huge skull rushed towards the center, but was split into two by Tang Xuanming.
There are two more words on the left side of the skull picture - Human Emperor!