There were shrill wails one after another, as if the devil's cave of hell had reappeared. In the eyes of all the demons, most of the Zheng family's cavalry and slave-catching teams, who had been rushing into a deserted land just now, were twisted and fell to the ground.
What's even more frightening is that they seem to be trapped in a terrifying illusion that no one knows. Some are fighting each other, some are killing themselves, some are doing inexplicable things to the air, and finally they die of exhaustion of energy.
Even the powerful demon king, who in the eyes of the demon clan was completely powerless to resist, was cutting his own eyes, tearing out his own heart and soul, and shattered his soul in the midst of his confessions.
But what they couldn't believe was that the image of Wu Ming they saw, in addition to the three-headed and six-armed image with such breathtaking power, seemed to be constantly changing.
Sometimes it is the totem ancestor of the Scorpion Demon Clan, sometimes it is the resurrected totem of the Winged Demon Clan, and sometimes it is the totem of the Scale Demon Clan. It is constantly changing. Not only does it look exactly the same, but it is also more real, as if the true body has arrived.
"Ancestors... totems..."
There are constant demons who knelt down and prostrated, murmuring and reciting the prayers passed down from generation to generation in the tribe, in order to pray for the protection and blessings of their ancestors' totems.
The tribes of these demons have long been destroyed due to various reasons. Some demons have even heard the prayers of the tribe's priests when offering sacrifices, but at this time they knelt down in front of Wu Ming with great piety.
Deep in the minds of these demons that no one can see, even they themselves are not aware that the totem in their memory is constantly changing, and finally turns into a demon with three heads and six arms.
However, only the four-armed demon ape could see the silver-gray snake shadow that snaked and shimmered like a vertical pupil between the eyebrows of the demon god's head.
At this moment, he felt a strong feeling of admiration, as if he had returned to his childhood, still in the tribe, with his father's warm and generous embrace, and his mother's loving and gentle patting.
Plop!
The four-armed demon ape knelt at Wu Ming's feet, his head bowed deeply, but he tried his best to look up. His single eye was full of pleading. Three big hands were attached to Wu Ming's feet, one hand was raised high, and the palm of his hand was up.
This is the most noble etiquette of the four-armed demon ape clan, and it is a posture that can only be taken when praying to the totem.
Even if he paused in mid-air for just a moment and didn't get the response he wanted, the four-armed demon ape's eyes turned red, not with anger, but with grievance and self-blame.
If you don't do well, you won't be able to get the totem's blessing and attention!
Until he felt the warm touch in his palm, the four-armed demon ape king, who was famous for his fierceness, shed tears of excitement.
"Get up!"
Wu Ming spoke in the demon language that was pure and full of ancient vicissitudes of life.
"Thank God!"
The four-armed demon ape stood up respectfully, its back as broad as a mountain, but kept bending to show reverence, but its single eye could not conceal its enthusiasm.
The remaining 100 members of the demonic resistance force were half-hunched over, as if waiting for God's guidance and listening to the most precious admonition in the world.
"Pack up and prepare to evacuate!"
Wu Ming didn't say much, just lightly stamped his feet.
There was a roar on the ground, like an earth dragon tumbling, and a terrifying and ruthless force appeared below the canyon, with an aura of violence and cruelty that was unparalleled in power.
"Morro Star Bug!"
Seeing the terrifying monster that was as huge as a dragon and covered in brown-yellow scales, all the demon survivors looked even more awe-struck, but they were not slow in their actions and tidied up the battlefield obediently.
There were not many things to pack. Even the bodies of those who died in the battle were not moved. They only took away the most commonly used treasures from the cavalry team and the slave catching team as a resource supplement.
Over the years, they have been deceived more than once by the so-called trophies, which have special marks that are difficult to detect. Eventually, they were tampered with in their temporary residence, causing heavy losses.
"Bring them all!"
Seeing their cautious looks, Wu Ming casually flicked his hand, and the invisible stream of light swept over the mountains of supplies.
Puff!
After a few slight noises like the bursting of bubbles, a few invisible ripples of light dispersed, and everything seemed like a dream that had not happened.
The demons didn't hesitate for a moment, as if Wu Ming's words were God's instructions, they quickly put everything away.
Cuckoo!
When only the wreckage was left in the field, and there were still a few demons standing there at a loss, the Moro Star Insect opened its bloody mouth full of rows of sharp teeth.
In an instant, the terrifying power of swallowing emerged, and everything fell into its mouth, absorbing all the corpses like a bottomless pit and eliminating all possible traces left behind.
Under the shocked and respectful gazes of all the demon clan members, this demon insect, which had a notorious reputation in the wild desert and was invincible to all but the most powerful demons, actually shook its head and tail to please Wu Ming.
"Go for it!"
It wasn't until Wu Ming waved his hand that the demonic insect reluctantly sank into the ground and quickly disappeared. Even the huge hole it created when it appeared on the surface was closed.
But what made them angry and fortunate was that the few surviving demons who were devoured by the demonic insects were obviously spies among them.
Unexpectedly, Wu Ming easily identified them.
Although Wu Ming didn't say it explicitly, they knew it and couldn't help but approve it.
"Walk!"
Without staying any longer, Wu Ming waved his hand, and actually rolled up more than a hundred people from the demon clan, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the sky.
Soon after, several streaks of light came, first circling around and then moving away again.
Until one day and one night later, the rumbling sound started again, and a thousand-foot-high ship was seen in the sky, cutting through the clouds and landing like a shooting star.
On the mast of the ship, a large flag with a broken sword as its logo fluttered, indicating the identity of the visitor.
Whoosh whoosh!
Hundreds of warriors, wearing standard armor similar to those of the Zheng family's cavalry, fell around the canyon and set up a dragnet that spread over a hundred miles around to capture everything in sight.
But it is a pity that due to a great battle and the subsequent appearance of the Moro star bug, all living creatures had already fled in all directions and did not dare to get close to steal the rotten corpses that might be left behind.
Not to mention, the Moro Star Worm has swallowed up everything, and even the boldest monsters dare not approach it. It is one of the terrifying monsters at the top of the food chain in the desert!
Soon, another group of ten people, including men, women, old and young, with extraordinary bearing and completely humanoid warriors arrived.
Unlike ordinary demons, who like to wear armor or various bone decorations, most of them wear gorgeous brocade clothes, and there are also a few pieces of soft armor with gorgeous decorations.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with extremely sharp eyebrows and a hooked nose.
There is a man and a woman beside him. The man is tall and handsome, with a long sword on his waist. Even among the Chinese people, he is a first-class handsome man.
Judging from his aura, he was surprisingly a semi-saint. Although he was only a first-level spiritual platform, the vitality revealed in his aura showed that he was not very old, and his aura was stable without any impetuousness. It was obvious that his talent was quite extraordinary.
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The woman was about twenty-eight years old, with beautiful eyes that were as beautiful as a painting, full of hope and agility, and revealed an indescribable agility. She was actually a great master at the pinnacle!
If there are people here who are familiar with the forces in the deserted desert, they will definitely recognize that the middle-aged man is Zheng Jun, the sixth master of the Zheng family in the three sects and eight families, and is nicknamed the Soul Chaser.
The young man is one of the most outstanding disciples of the eldest brother of the Zheng family, named Zheng Heng, and the girl is Zheng Jun's only daughter, Zheng Pan'er!
"Heng'er, what can you see?"
Zheng Jun's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and the depths of his pupils seemed to reflect countless changing lights and shadows, sweeping around and saying.
"Uncle Six, the person who took action is very strong, and it is definitely not what those runaway slaves can do!"
Zheng Heng walked around the canyon, carefully organized some words, and finally turned them into one sentence.
Although he had an extraordinary background, was extremely talented, and was treated like a star, Zheng Heng did not develop the habit of being arrogant and arrogant. Instead, he became more stable because of his strict tutoring.
"good!"
Zheng Jun nodded with satisfaction, and there was a cold glint in his eyes, "Killing people, destroying souls, destroying corpses and removing traces. Even I can't find any traces. These methods are beyond the scope of what those escaped slaves can do."
"Although that person is strong, I'm afraid he is no match for my Zheng family, right? Otherwise, there is no need to use this method to cover up his traces!"
Zheng Pan'er blinked and said curiously.
"Oh!"
Zheng Jun laughed and shook his head.
"Sister Pan'er!"
Zheng Heng patted the girl's head lovingly, and explained, regardless of her dissatisfied look, "Anyone with such means must have extraordinary strength among the semi-saints.
The other party covered up his traces, even if he himself could not be the opponent of my Zheng family, but in fact, my Zheng family would never easily provoke such a strong person.
What really makes the other side fearful is the alliance of three sects and eight families, you have to remember it!"
"Yes, Heng'er has this awareness, and he is much better than those arrogant and arrogant people who only eat corpses!"
Zheng Jun became more and more satisfied. Just as he was about to give some instructions to the junior and daughter he had chosen, his expression suddenly changed and he looked up at the sky.
There, at some point, a purple star appeared and kept getting bigger.
"Quick, line up to greet us!"
Zheng Jun's pupils shrank, he shouted sharply, and hurriedly ordered in a low voice, "You two must not talk nonsense, otherwise you will cause trouble, and even I can't help you."
Now, he has some vague regrets about bringing two juniors out to gain more experience.
Rumble!
Although the team was widely dispersed, the soldiers of the Zheng family were well-trained. They formed an array almost within the time of drinking tea, and stood neatly behind Zheng Jun and others.
Soon, everyone knew what the purple starlight was. It was a huge ship made of purple gold and as big as a mountain!
The big flag on the ship was fluttering, and the star and moon emblems were shining brightly, indicating the identity of the visitor.
Looking at Demon Star Tianyuan, only the Purple Moon Demon Clan can use this color, not to mention the logo that no one dares to disguise.
The building boat was just passing by, and when it saw that it was about to pass the Zheng family's team, it suddenly stopped for some reason, and then slowly lowered, covering the heads of the Zheng family like a mountain.
"Zheng Jun of the Zheng family, a human demon, pays homage to Her Royal Highness Princess Ziyuan!"
Zheng Jun's sharp eyes saw a beautiful figure on the deck of the building that seemed to be independent from the world, half-kneeling on the ground with utmost respect.