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The imperial city is very large, like a big world, with mountains and rivers and everything. Wang Ming felt that this was many times more vast than the Eight Domains of the Nether Realm! He was led into a small tribe, a place with majestic mountains, lush forests, apes and tigers, and the breath of a reckless king.

Zhang Bairen was next to him, only across a river, in a medium-sized tribe opposite.

"Your surname is Wang, why didn't you change your surname temporarily when you came?" An old man came out of the small tribe, wearing a patched animal skin coat, looking at Wang Ming.

"That's my last name, why change it!?" Wang Ming asked.

The old man sighed lightly and said nothing.

This small tribe has a small population, only more than a thousand people, which is very small and insignificant compared to the grand imperial city and the various ethnic groups.

Soon, Wang Ming understood some of the situation, because the surname of this small tribe was "Wang".

"You all have the surname Wang?"

The old man nodded, gloomy and lacking a spirit.

"You were assigned?" A man in the prime of life approached, dressed in tattered armor and carrying a heavy spear, and asked.

"The people who come here don't end well, most of them will die in battle." A young man came with a mammoth on his back, who had just returned from hunting in the mountains.

"What's going on?" Wang Ming asked.

"Just because, our surname is Wang, we can't be strong, we can only decline, we used to be one of the most powerful forces in this city, but everything has changed!" The young man said unwillingly.

According to him, in the oldest years. The demon clan has a large population, and the masters are like clouds, and they have a lot of say in the emperor's pass, but an old case was turned over, and they became the descendants of the demon blood, and the situation changed all of a sudden.

Since then. Whenever they go on an expedition, the demon people must be at the forefront, and the clansmen have suffered countless casualties, even if there are many geniuses and masters, they can't stand this kind of malicious attrition.

Later, the talents were almost all withered!

Generation after generation has passed, a big clan has declined, and there are still tears in blood and bones. I can't bear to look back, it's too desolate.

Today, the population of the demon race is only a thousand people, and this is still the result of some people remembering the old feelings and trying their best to protect them, otherwise the clan would have been wiped out long ago.

When Wang Ming heard this, he was immediately furious, and a stream of blood rushed straight to the Tianling Gai. How so?

It's so deceitful!

"Ahh......h

Suddenly, there was a loud cry in the distance. Some people surnamed Wang dressed in tattered animal skin clothes carried several coffins into the tribe.

"Daddy!" The boy who had returned from hunting with the mammoth on his back let out a terrible howl, threw away the giant elephant, threw himself forward, and cried loudly.

"How did they die?" Wang Ming asked the old man in a low voice.

The old man who welcomed him into the tribe let out a long sigh and said, "Naturally, he died in battle, and the father of Ah Beast was a very great warrior. He was also the last great genius among the adults surnamed Wang, but unfortunately he also died in battle. ”

This tribe, once a super strong person appears, will definitely be requisitioned and transferred as soon as possible to fight on the battlefield.

Arguably. The reason why the demon clan is declining is because of this, the genius is destined to fall, it is impossible to live for a long time, and he will inevitably die outside the pass, until one day the horse leather shroud is returned.

"Too much deception!" Wang Ming said angrily, his blood seemed to be burning, and he smashed a boulder next to him with a punch.

"Very ancient, a long time ago, the ancestors sent out a group of descendants, you should be the one of that branch, otherwise you wouldn't have been sent here just after entering the imperial pass." The old man sighed.

This clan, sometimes emotional, after getting angry, the frontal bone glows, and an ancient character will appear, producing inexplicable power, and the demon blood will collapse into the clouds!

"What flows in our bodies is not demonic blood, but brilliance and glory." Wang Ming said.

The old man was taken aback, and hurriedly admonished: "Shhh, be quiet, you can't talk nonsense like this, otherwise it will lead to a big disaster!" ”

"I'm going to see what they can do and what they can do to me!" Wang Ming sneered.

The population of the small tribe of the demon clan is relatively small, and it is also very backward here, and the place where it lives does not have much spiritual energy, far inferior to the spiritual mountains of some other top clans.

Wang Ming really wanted to know what big mistake the ancestors of the demon clan had made back then, which led to being targeted like this, and he wanted to ask and figure it out.

Because Ye Tianxian came and went in a hurry, he didn't have time to ask, so he learned about the situation in this small tribe.

Someone was confused and sighed: "Our ancestors were powerful in the world, and they were once invincible in the world, but they were ...... back then."

After Wang Houde, the old man who was covered with patches on his body of "...... back then", said this, he was depressed, his face was bitter, and it was difficult to speak.

"What happened back then?!" Wang Ming asked hurriedly, eager to know that he had always been called a descendant of demon blood, and he was very unwilling and resentful in his heart.

He firmly believes that the ancestors of the demon clan have no great faults, they have been wronged, on the contrary, they have great merits!

Because, when he chased the ominous and weird, he once boarded the blood-stained black ancient ship, and saw with his own eyes the scene of the six kings guarding the border and fighting to the end on an altar, and saw that a king died because of this!

"Don't ask, our ancestors may really be at fault, as descendants, we are paying off our debts." The old man Wang Houde was stunned and shook his head.

"Tell me everything you know, I don't believe that the Demon Ancestor has a big mistake, because I know some secrets!" Wang Ming said very firmly.

He will never forget the scene he saw on the altar of the ancient black ship, even the old man and the children climbed the ancient city wall, red with blood and mottled with cracks, fighting shirtless against countless powerful men in foreign lands.

Blood must be spilled in every battle, the bones are piled up under the city walls, the old people and children and the maidens in the flower season are constantly withering and dying, bloody, their eyes are wide open, very gloomy, and they are desolate after death.

Whenever he thinks of that picture, Wang Ming's heart is blocked, and he can't wait to look up to the sky and howl, hoping that he will become enlightened in the most difficult era and go to the rescue!

Now this is the case, the demons are slandered as the descendants of the demon blood, with a disgraceful past, and some people even say that they should be crucified on the pile of shame.

How could this not make him angry?!

Bloody fighting, the result withered one after another. The picture that ended in death makes people mourn, and when I think of the current situation of the demons, I am naturally sad and indignant.

Is it worth what the ancestors of the demon clan did? Died in a vigorous battle, spilling blood on the frontier, but the descendants fell into this situation. How sad!

Under Wang Ming's repeated requests, the old man Wang Houde spoke. He said very indifferently: "Someone saw that our ancestors beheaded their own people and cut off the heads of several big people!" ”

Among them, there are two who can be called leaders.

"This ......" Wang Ming retreated, the consequences are too serious, cutting off the head of the leader of this realm is a great crime, which means that he has gone out.

This kind of sin is really hard to wash away. If there is not enough weight for the evidence, and the results of the subversive re-examination. It's hard to return the demons to innocence.

The problem is too serious!

It's just that Wang Ming knows very well that there must be a big secret in this, because he saw with his own eyes that the six kings would not bend and blew outside the Emperor's Pass.

In particular, I see a carved picture today. Only then did he know that it was the ancestor of the demon clan who was holding the white bone stick, and Wang Ming had seen him fight against the enemy. The blood was drained and finally died.

He did not fall unto death. Where did you betray yourself?

Wang Ming's scalp tingled for a while. What happened back then, the ancestors of the demon clan died in battle, and they were glorified. How did he end up being a sinner?

He shuddered a little, his heart haired, and a chill ran down his spine. If the ancestor of the demon race is wronged, then someone must be lying.

"Who condemned my people?!" Wang Ming asked. It's so critical that there may be a big calamity lurking in the day!

"It's been a long time, and almost all the people of that era are dead, and there is no way to check it, and it is said that it is almost the same if it is not a public opinion." Wang Houde said.

As the head of this tribe. He was wearing a patched and shabby animal skin coat, which was very shabby, which showed how difficult the situation of the demons was.

"Was there some misunderstanding that our ancestors didn't have time to say?" Wang Ming asked.

"I don't know, I can't check the evidence for a long time, the years have passed for thousands of years, and few people can tell the story of the year." Wang Houde shook his head, a little bitter.

It is conceivable that the demon race has been discriminated against for so many years, living in the shadow of demon blood, the predicament is too difficult, and a supreme clan has been wiped out, and the clan is going to be wiped out!

In the distance, a few children came, all wearing clothes with holes, blood on their bodies, and scars, so young that they went hunting, and a few children cried: "Daddy! ”

They stumbled, ran forward, and threw themselves at the coffins at the entrance of the village.

"Daddy, come back, don't die, grandpa died in battle, grandpa died in battle, and now that you are gone, there is no adult man in our family, ahhhh......hhhhh

There was also a little girl dressed in tatters, dirty, only a pair of big eyes were very bright, but at this time they were full of tears, crying very miserably: "Uncle, you are no longer here, my father and mother are long gone, and now I am the only one left!" She whined and cried, and her little body curled up in front of the coffin, pitiful and heart-wrenching.

"Ahh Wang Ming couldn't help but let out a low roar, he couldn't bear to witness all this.

Wang Ming stayed here, waiting to go on the expedition at any time, and in the past few days, he had become familiar with this small tribe in the mountains, living in poverty, most of the adults were conscripted and transferred, and the rest were old, weak, sick and disabled.

If a powerful brute beast breaks in, the entire tribe will face a difficult test.

"Take a deep breath of innate essence qi and hide it between the tendons and veins......"

Early in the morning, facing the golden morning glow, Wang Ming stood in the middle of the mountain and instructed a group of teenagers to practice, which was not very strict, but everyone was studying seriously.

"This kind of scripture works wrong, spews thunder and lightning, and one mistake can injure yourself." Wang Ming corrected a child.

He is very serious, he is teaching and helping this tribe with his heart, hoping to make these people live better, at least let the teenagers grow up faster and have the ability to protect themselves.

In this process, Wang Ming had to sigh, this group of children are very talented, and even have a few amazing geniuses.

Among them, the boy named Ah Beast, fourteen or fifteen years old, is too malleable, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a heavenly talent, at least it will not be worse than a foreign genius.

This surprised Wang Ming, a small tribe of 1,000 people actually buried a piece of gold and jade!

Ah Beast's father is the last great genius in the village, this is the words of the patriarch Wang Houde, and now that Wang Ming believes it, no wonder he can praise it like that.

Ah Beast inherited his talent, which is very remarkable, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he can descend fierce Jiao and subdue mammoths, and go into the depths of the mountain range alone to hunt very powerful ancient beasts.

Wang Ming taught with his heart, and he learned very quickly, because Ah Beast's father died in battle, he wanted to take revenge and go to the battlefield outside the border to fight.

"I want to learn Dapeng boxing!" Ah Beast said, because once he saw a Sky Swallowing Beast that fell from a foreigner with a punch in the air, and surrendered to a mount, which left a deep impression on him, and he liked the kind of fist style that opened and closed widely.

"Okay, I'll teach you, but Dapeng boxing is practiced to the depths, it's not just as simple as being masculine and domineering." Wang Ming said, because what he wanted to pass was the Emperor's Fist!

"I want to worship you as a teacher!" The beast said firmly.

"You can study for a while." Wang Ming is not ready to accept disciples here.

"Okay, when you think I'm qualified, I'm going to worship you as a teacher!" The beast has a very resolute personality.

"What a great young man, the future is terrifying, and he is about to start a sect. However, it is not good to choose to accept apprentices in the Demon Blood Demon Clan. "On this day, someone approached the mountain range and came to the small tribe of demons.

The people in the tribe all looked stiff, and they all stopped, looking at the mountain pass, and they were all very indifferent, because bad things came again.

Whenever outsiders come, it will be accompanied by injustice, gloom, etc.

Especially now, after seeing the costumes of the people who came, the hearts of the demon people were heavy, because the people who recruited the adult powerhouses came, and someone had to go to the battlefield, which meant that they would fall and die!

"My lord, Ah Beast, their father just died in battle, it's not time yet, why are you going to recruit people so soon?" Patriarch Wang Houde stepped forward with a sad smile, this is an unbearable burden for the demon clan.

For many years, the demon tribe has been so depressed that it is difficult for the clansmen to see a smile.

It's those children who lack innocence and childlike fun, and they are cultivating every day, and those little girls are the same, they don't have the heart to laugh, and at this time, one after another dirty little faces are very nervous, their faces are pale, and it hurts to watch.

The children have to tremble and worry because once they come to choose, it means that they may lose their parents and become orphans!

Adult powerhouses, as soon as they leave, most of them will say goodbye, they will not come back if they don't die, they have always gone out alive and returned with bloody corpses.

In the tribe, there are too few old people who can survive, they all died in battle when they were young, and they are all disabled and have lost the ability to fight.

Finally, a little girl couldn't help crying, hugged the thigh of a young man, and cried: "Daddy, I don't want you to go, I don't want to be an orphan like Amin and Beast, I want you to stay and live by my side." ”

"My lord, the time gap is too close, it can't be like this, otherwise, the demon clan will be wiped out soon, and the inheritance will be broken!" Wang Houde pleaded.

Wang Ming walked forward step by step, because he recognized that it was an acquaintance, most likely for him.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )