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It seems to have sensed the breath of Ardis and his party, and one by one demons came out of it.

Their faces were hideous, looking at Artis and the others outside, and while their eyes were red, they couldn't help but have some doubts.

They had never seen such a team. It's not just that they dare to take the initiative to approach the Majin's camp, but also because of their differences.

After months of training by Artsis, behind Artsis, dozens of selected clansmen stood neatly behind him, even when they saw these demons appear, they didn't make any strange sounds, just watched them calmly.

But these demons didn't think much of it, and the tyranny in their minds rushed over, and they rushed forward with red eyes, thirsting for blood.

"A bunch of poor worms infected by demonic nature. ”

Artis looked at them with pity. Although these half-demons transformed by humans seem to have gained powerful bodies and powers, they are actually only infected by demons, and they can't even keep their own consciousness.

He waved his hand, and behind him, several ten-captains stepped forward and shouted, "Charge!"

Dozens of ordinary clansmen in a neat queue greeted more than a dozen hideous-looking demons.

"Are you looking for death!" a demon smirked, with scales and bone spurs on his body, and rushed forward.

However, the expected scene of flesh and blood did not come, and the man quickly dodged.

"Impossible!" the demon exclaimed, and then with a pain in his body, several spears stabbed him, and the powerful force directly broke through the powerful body defense of the demon and pierced into the flesh and blood.

In the distance, seeing the battle situation below, Artis sneered.

This group of clansmen was personally selected by him and trained by special methods, and they all practiced the bloodline secret method that he had personally improved. Although the increase in combat power is not obvious due to the short period of time, under the siege, there is no pressure to kill these demons.

In the final analysis, these demons are just some ordinary people who are infected by magic power, although they are stronger than ordinary people, but a knight-level can sweep countless people.

The battlefield below gradually became stale, and occasionally the wounded, Artis waved his hand lightly, and a little divine power turned into healing techniques, allowing the man to recover.

This method not only made the demon on the opposite side scold him for cheating, but also boosted the morale of Artis's side.

However, as the stalemate continued, several four-armed demons that were originally hidden inside also came out.

"Aren't there six-armed demons?" the thought echoed in Artis's mind.

But this is also normal, the six-armed demon is the royal family of the four-armed demon, and it is often the direct bloodline of the demon king, and the last time he was able to meet one was already luck, it is impossible to meet it again and again.

Artis looked down and saw that several of the weaker demons below had fallen, and only a few strong ones were still supporting.

He suddenly had no intention of continuing, and the blood and qi on his body surged, turning into combat skills, and a huge cross blood mark surged forward.

In an instant, several four-armed demons looked terrified, and they were directly torn to pieces under this power, unable to resist even a little.

Seeing this, Artis shook his head.

When the battle below was over, Artis quickly rescued the slaves held here and escorted them back to the tribe.

And just like that, after a few months.

A crimson light pierced the sky, carrying a terrifying magic.

A young man who looked like a normal person looked at Yuan Yuan and frowned a little.

It can be seen that this is a battlefield in the past. The place was covered with the corpses of some demons, not only ordinary demons, but also real four-armed demons, with horror on their faces, as if they couldn't believe that they had been killed.

Looking at these corpses, the young man lowered his head, and several pieces of flesh grew on his cyan arm, turning into tentacles and devouring a corpse in front of him.

"Well, it's been a long time since I've been dead, and..."

The young man slowly closed his eyes, and in his mind, a fragment of memory emerged, manifesting the last memory of the deceased.

It was a very handsome young man, only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was very powerful, and his blood was surging, and he killed all the demons in the same place in one fell swoop.

His face showed a strange color: "This power, as well as the power of the strong bloodline, is it the same race?"

"No, the power of the bloodline is a little wrong, it's not like us demons, it's like a situation where the bloodline secret method has been cultivated to an extremely high level. ”

"Then, it's an ordinary human with a powerful bloodline. As for the atavism of blood, or other reasons, it is not very clear. ”

He looked down in thought, and the doubts in his mind subsided a little.

The secret method of bloodline in this world comes from the four-armed demon, and the requirements for bloodline are extremely high. Unless it is a person with other powerful bloodlines, it will not be able to succeed in cultivation at all.

"However, at this age, to be able to cultivate to this point, this talent, the bloodline must be extremely powerful. In the blink of an eye, he thought with some jealousy: "Judging from the memory of the deceased, his current strength is not too strong, so there is no need to alarm His Majesty Ola." ”

"Moreover, such a powerful bloodline, if it can be devoured, it will definitely make my strength go further. ”

As he thought so, a little of the fangs at the corners of his mouth gradually appeared.

The next moment, a powerful magic burst out, submerging the spot. His whole body flew in the air, and he went directly in the other direction.

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"Huh?" On the other side, Artis on the road looked up in confusion.

"Patriarch, what's wrong?" a guard beside him asked respectfully.

"It's okay..." Artis shook his head, but there was a little haze in his eyes.

"It's finally here. ”

Several thoughts crossed his mind.

"If you count the time, it's about the same. However, because of the remoteness of the tribe, it should take a long time for the other party to find me. ”

"I can't go out anymore during this time, and I have to seize the time to improve my strength. ”

A faint sense of crisis rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but order the people beside him: "Pass the order down and speed up." ”

As the command was given, the queue moved forward again. The next day, Artis returned to the tribe.

From a distance, after such a long period of growth, the natural ancient tree seems to have grown a lot, and the branches and leaves are waving in the wind, which looks very majestic.

And on the body of the tree, there is a powerful aura of divine power permeating. The faint natural realm shrouds in the surroundings, affecting the surrounding scene and bringing natural vitality.

After returning to this divine domain, Artis only felt lighter, and the sense of crisis that permeated the original side subsided a little, and became much more relaxed.

It's the blessing of the ancient trees that gives Artis a natural home advantage here.

He strode forward, looking at the ancient tree, his arm stretched out, and quietly stroked the ancient tree's body.

With the contact, the ancient tree shone slightly, and a huge amount of divine power began to pour out.