The pitch-black Savage Mountain, black shadows can be seen everywhere.

In the place where the Ancient Martial Alliance and the Knight Alliance faced off, on the battlefield of yesterday's killing, a huge black mist was raging the blood and white bones that had dried up!

Peeking through the starlight in the forest, the huge black shadow formed a huge strange shape, with a sheep's body and a human face, eyes under the armpits, tiger teeth and human claws, and feet like babies.

"What fresh blood!" Within a radius of ten miles, where there was not even a wild man, a sigh of ten thousand years suddenly sounded. The voice is full of endless desolation and simplicity, and thousands of years of unwillingness and loneliness.

"Who's usurping my name!" The black shadow seemed to suddenly hear the shouts of the demon dozens of miles away, and the body of a black shadow trembled continuously, and the shape quickly transformed into the shape of a human being, and then changed helplessly into the appearance of a sheep body and a human face in the blink of an eye.

"Xiuzhen Alliance, I must make you pay the price of blood!" Another unsuccessful impact, the demon king let out a terrible roar, the surrounding ten miles of trees felt a burst of cold, the newly born buds peeled off in the cold black air, and the insects and beasts all over the ground trembled and fainted.

The remnants of the battle 10,000 years ago were vague and intermittent in the impression of the Demon King. At that time, he was almost gone, but with the help of a drop of residual blood that escaped into the root of the tree, he was able to slowly recover his soul, and he was able to slowly become the shape of this person who is not a human being, a ghost or a ghost.

Because he has been in a deep sleep for many years, he only wakes up once every hundred years to forage for fresh blood, looking forward to the blood of the children of the ancient family. In the body of the demon king's black mist, there were a few faint drops of blood lingering! It was the blood of the elite of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance found from this place within a radius of ten miles after the Demon King woke up, and this blood was scavenged by the Demon King from the severed limbs.

"Damn brute!" The Demon King complained in a low voice of extreme annoyance, "If I woke up last night, then I would have transformed into a human form!" "In order to wait for the blood of this ancient family, the Demon King has waited for ten thousand years. Every time he woke up, the demon king fell asleep with disappointment, and this time, although he didn't get much ancient blood and wasn't pure enough, the demon king didn't have to be so anxious to sleep.

"A hundred years have passed so fast." The Demon King didn't seem to have slept enough, opened his dreamy eyes, looked at the changing sky, and muttered. The body of the Demon King, although it was only a black mist and had not yet evolved into a human form, had long been invulnerable. The only thing the Demon King fears is the thousands of miles of fire caused by the Heavenly Tribulation.

"It's a good heartbeat!" A moment ago, there were still a few bright red blood droplets, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a small heart, which was rhythmizing in the black cloud-like body of the Demon King. The sudden beating of the heart made the demon king wander around happily, and after playing for a while, perhaps tired, the demon king sat down on a stone pile.

The trembling reptile beast hiding in the stone pile emitted a fine black smoke the moment the demon king sat down, and melted into the demon king's body. "It's unpalatable!" The demon king, who had smelled the blood of the ancient family, sighed depressedly.

"Where am I now?" Every time the demon king wakes up, he thinks about the same question, and every time he wakes up, the demon king thinks again, but every time he can't figure out where he is. 10,000 years ago, I was omnipotent, but now, how can I not even know where such a small hill bag is?

The Demon King looked to the east, where there was a lush green, green grass, a gentle breeze, and spring water like milk. Along the path, around the stream, through the peach forest, the ancient cypress towers, shaped like an optimus; Over the willow bank, bend the pine to the arch, like a portal. Climb the hill and suddenly your eyes will light up: what a fierce ancient forest! The branches and leaves are dry and cloudy, and the roots are knotted, and the plains are overflowing, and the mountains are covered until the heaven and the earth meet!

The demon king shook his head, and then looked south, the trees were getting fewer and more moss, the water was getting muddy and the mud was getting muddy, the insects and ants were creeping, the poisonous miasma was raging, the stream was floating crocodiles, the trees were snakes, the grass was singing, and the scorpions were hidden in the stone gaps.

The Demon King shook his head again, and looked west, the starlight dimmed, the road became more and more rugged, and the mountains gradually steepened. Strange rocks are natural, such as fierce lions, such as evil tigers, such as foxes, such as night owls. The waterfall hangs upside down, the strange fish swims backwards, the wind roars, and the water howls.

"Still unfamiliar!" The Demon King let out a sigh and looked to the north, the heavens and the earth went from bright to dim, from dim to dark. There is no light of stars and moons in the sky, and there are no birds and beasts around, and the night is terrifyingly dark and unsettling. The wind rises, the clouds disappear and the stars shine, and the moonlight is lingering; Looking north, in addition to the tree, it is still a tree.

"I'm bored, let's sleep!" I didn't see any clues, and I still can't remember where I was. The Demon King seemed to feel sleepy again, yawned, and fell on the cold stone pile, his eyes slowly and slowly drooping.

The Demon King likes to sleep because real life is too depressing.

Falling asleep and waking up during a normal time is still a relatively comfortable thing, but there are accidents in everything, and the same is true for sleep. The most unbearable accident for the demon king is the thousand-mile fire once in a hundred years, every time this day comes, he is always forced to wake up, because he does not want to sleep in the fire, it is not enjoyment, but suffering.

Another kind of accident is to be woken up by some cultivators who don't know what to do, and they always dream of finding themselves and destroying themselves while they are asleep. For ordinary people, the demon king can ignore it, but those who dare to offend it have some strange abilities, which makes the demon king feel very tired.

"I want to eat people, I want to drink blood!" The Demon King sighed in a low voice, waiting for the elite children of the ancient family dozens of miles away to return.

Savages, Burmese Moba, head descenders, and wizards can still be seen often in this savage mountain. But the meat and blood of these people are worthless to the Demon King. What the Demon King wants to suck is clean blood like ice cubes, and only with that kind of blood can he transform into his original flesh and blood.

In the memory of the Demon King, since he had a memory, it seems that he is eating people.

Humans who regard themselves as the spirits of all things, drive all things for their own use, kill all things for their own food, and ravage all things for their own clothes, in the eyes of the demon king, all deserve to die. In order to succeed in their own desires, human beings vent their excessive energy, kill indiscriminately, and deforest, and this is fine. What is ridiculous is that human beings are all self-centered, and they set up laws and regulations, calling morality, and distinguishing between good and evil.

"I'm not convinced, I want to create my own shijie, I want to establish my own law!" Maybe he was tired, the demon king shook a little, sighed bitterly, and staggered.

"Poof-ah-"

Maybe the Demon King was too impatient, or maybe the blood he found was not pure enough, and the sound of a balloon shattering sounded, and the Demon King let out a bitter heart-rending scream.

"It's over! Finished! I'm really going to die! The Demon King's voice trembled, and he watched as his body shrouded in black clouds became smaller and smaller.

Perhaps because of the sudden danger, the Demon King suddenly remembered that he had only one chance to transform into a human form. Once the form devours the blood of the ancient family, then it must be a success, otherwise the demon blood that has been preserved for thousands of years will disappear with the explosion of the heart.

The sound of the heartbeat that could still be heard just now disappeared, and the demon king, who had just fantasized about devouring human lives everywhere, suddenly became extremely panicked.

The heart, which had just been growing, had now turned into a cloud of blood mist, and in the bright red blood mist, a drop of purple blood like a soybean grain was trembling.

The originally huge human-faced body of a sheep the size of a house was shrinking at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and every time it became smaller, the Demon King could feel a heart-rending pain that seemed to last for millions of years, and it was so terrifying.

The body of the sheep disappeared, the claws of the tiger tooth disappeared, and the demon king, who had exerted his speed to the extreme, used the remaining black shadow to crash through the woods, all the way north, rushing towards the primeval forest that was rarely visited.

At this time, the Demon King had only one thought, if he was lucky, he might be able to find the elite children of the Living Guwu Alliance. As long as you find it, then you can live on the other person's body. In this way, his great and noble soul will live a humble life for the time being, but at least it will not be lost.

"Tear--" The sound of meat boiling on the pot kept sounding, and the demon king endured the pain and wanted to howl, but suddenly found that he couldn't make a sound.

Purple droplets of blood were spinning at high speed, and the black clouds that were wrapped around suddenly disappeared.

The demon king's soul is gradually dying out, and the remaining memories are becoming blurred.

"It's over!" A wave of drowsiness hit, and the small purple blood droplets, which were still galloping, struggled forward for a while, and then quickly fell to the dense ground.

"Damn wound, why is it so big!" In the dark jungle, Zhuge Qinghou was tearing open the sleeve of his left arm, looking at the wound he had been cut open by the yellow eagle with a dagger.

"Poof-" The moment the blood cracked, Zhuge Qinghou didn't notice that in his blood, a purple crystal instantly melted and disappeared quickly.

"Cold-" Zhuge Qinghou couldn't help but shudder, and there was a brief trance in his consciousness.

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