This was Xiao Hei's cry, and when Wu Ming heard this, it was like falling a big stone in his heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info net

Rou'er is Wu Ming's sister, at least in his heart.

Old Orion is Wu Ming's grandfather, and Xiao Hei is Wu Ming's brother, and these three are equivalent to the whole world to him.

When Wu Ming fell into a coma, he really couldn't hold it anymore when he saw Xiao Hei's appearance, otherwise, even if he still had a little strength, he would continue to fight, because in that case, Xiao Hei's appearance was undoubtedly self-defeating, and you can imagine Wu Ming's heart at that time.

Therefore, even in a coma, Wu Ming still had a voice in his subconscious.

"Xiao Hei, brother, you must not have an accident."

At this moment, waking up from the nightmare, it can be said that there is nothing more joyful than hearing Xiao Hei's scream.

"Squeak, squeak."

Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes, and Xiao Hei was by his side.

It's just that Xiao Hei is not so energetic now, and he is obviously not lightly injured.

"Monkey, monkey spirit, you're still alive."

"Squeak, squeak." Xiao Hei saw that Wu Ming finally opened his eyes, and jumped up happily, but Wu Ming's heart suddenly stinged, and he found that Xiao Hei's body was full of dried blood stains, and the originally black and shiny hair was stuck together by the blood, becoming wisps of state.

Wu Ming sat up slowly, and suddenly felt soreness all over his body, this battle was really too tragic.

"Brother, I've dragged you down, how are your injuries."

Xiao Hei completely understood Wu Ming's words, he stood up directly, then turned around twice, and kept tapping his chest, indicating that it was okay, so as to reassure Wu Ming.

Seeing that Xiao Hei was indeed fine, Wu Ming was relieved.

After a few breaths, Wu Ming looked around, this is a mountain col, surrounded by dense vegetation, butterflies and swallows dancing, the breeze gusting, birds singing and flowers, recalling a scene in the Fang family's compound, suddenly opened his eyes is this kind of peach orchard-like place, Wu Ming really doesn't know if all this is a dream.

"Where am I? What happened after I passed out? Blackie, how did we escape? A number of questions instantly popped up in Wu Ming's heart, and gradually, his attention was attracted by the elegant and quiet flute sound in the mountain col.

The sound of the flute is like the sound of heaven, and the people who listen to it are calm, if Wu Ming knew that the soul dementor sound that saved his life was coming from the same jade flute, he would definitely be shocked, at this moment, Wu Ming looked in the direction where the flute came from.

Diagonally opposite, about ten zhang away, there is a towering ancient tree, on a horizontal branch in the canopy, leisurely half leaning on a middle-aged man in a blue robe, the middle-aged man is holding a jasper Xiao is playing on the side of his mouth, the melodious and melodious sound of the flute is his masterpiece.

Standing up slowly, Wu Mingjian's eyebrows tightened.

Vaguely, how does this side face seem to have been seen somewhere?

"Hey, why is this person so familiar?" Wu Ming kept thinking in his mind, and always felt that the man on the branch looked quite familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After a few breaths, Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

"How could it be him?"

Obviously, Wu Ming has already thought of the answer, isn't the middle-aged man who is giving a Dugu Leng, the deputy master of Honglan Wufu, who has just returned?

"Could it be that he saved me? But I have nothing to do with this man, so why did he save me? There is no reason, Dugu Leng is the deputy master of the Honglan Martial Mansion, and the Fang family is one of the four major families of the Honglan Martial Mansion, it would be good if he didn't kill me, how could he save me? ”

For a while, many doubts arose in Wu Ming's mind.

"Hehehe, you're finally awake, yes, it's really good."

His mind was slightly distracted, and suddenly, a heavy voice came from in front of him, Wu Ming was suddenly startled, and when he looked again, the middle-aged man had already appeared in front of him, and this face was not wrong at all, it was Dugu Leng, the deputy master of Honglan Martial Mansion.

Dugu Leng has a face of about forty, a well-proportioned figure, wearing a blue robe neatly and neatly, this face is sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, the heavenly court is full and round, and it is quite majestic, and there is a trace of cold feeling hidden under the majesty.

Wu Ming kept three points cautious in his heart, but no matter what, if someone saved his life, he had to pay tribute to three points before he knew the true purpose of the other party.

"Deputy Door Master, Dugu Senior?"

Dugu Leng was speechless, he looked at Wu Ming with a jade flute in his hand, with a light smile on his face, although he was laughing, his smile would only give people a cold feeling.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life."

Wu Ming said hello, Dugu Leng did not refute, obviously admitted his identity, so Wu Ming bowed slightly and saluted.

"Excuse me."

Dugu Leng's words seemed to be very few, just two words, and Wu Ming was slightly stunned.

Wu Ming is also a cheerful person, and said directly: "Senior, I am a straightforward person, I will say it directly if I have something in my heart, senior, as the deputy master of Honglan Martial Mansion, why do you want to save me?" ”

"Deputy Door Master? Hehe, that's just one of my identities. ”

Wu Mingjian raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "What is the other identity of the senior?" ”

"The Demon Lord."

Dugu was cold and straightforward, and even Wu Ming was slightly surprised.

The Demon Lord? Even if Wu Ming is less and more important, he can guess that this person must also be a person in the Demon Dao, but in fact, Wu Ming still has a little understanding of the Demon Dao of the Miracle Continent today.

In countless years of history, good and evil are always eternal, just as fish cannot do without water, just like yin and yang, water and fire, although incompatible, but indispensable.

However, evil is often synonymous with the devil's way.

For today's Miracle Continent, the Demon Dao still exists, and although the Demon Dao is weak, it still makes the righteous Dao frightened, and the three strongest forces in the Demon Dao are the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Ghost Valley, and the Funeral Desire Pavilion.

The three major demon gates are different, and each has its own characteristics.

The Optimus Demon Palace is a typical old Demon Dao sect, with a long history and strong strength, corpse refining, blood refining, sword demons, and all kinds of changes, which are the four major cultivation methods in the Optimus Demon Palace, and the bloodthirsty demon knife in Wu Ming's hand is the magic weapon used by the blood demon in the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Ghost Valley has always been known for its mystery, almost no one knows where Ghost Valley is, and no one even knows that Ghost Valley is just a legend or really exists, at least in the long history of nearly a thousand years, the word Ghost Valley has been gradually forgotten by people.

As for the funeral desire pavilion, it is also quite distinctive, the funeral desire, as the name suggests, is a kind of demon gate that is cultivated with the help of people's seven emotions and six desires.

Wu Ming knew this, in fact, the vast majority of cultivators knew it.

The Demon Lord? Wu Ming was a little uneared.

But these are not important, after a few breaths, Wu Ming asked again: "It turns out that the predecessor is a person in the Demon Dao, but I still don't understand, why did the predecessor save me?" ”

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