The white clothes rendered red blood flowers, and this scene stimulated everyone's nerves.

"What the hell is going on? What is the head of the regiment bleeding on his stomach...... It bleeds. ”

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Many in the audience were afraid to accept this fact. It's like a child injuring a strong man with a knife with his bare hands, and the two are not at all the same level of existence. Isn't it surprising?

The shock on Lei Python's face was still there, but his face became even paler. The last thing he saw just now was a real tiger, the king shuttling through the jungle, and the speed was chilling. In particular, the cold murderous aura was dozens of times thicker than his body, as if the guy in front of him was born to be the son of the god of death, and this murderous aura was disgusting.

The next moment, Lei Python's eyes darkened, and he fell, with five more finger holes in his abdomen, and blood was spilling from there.

Unexpectedly, this game became a draw due to the two unconscious.

Today's last game is over, and as for the two draws today, according to the rules of the game, they have no chance to play again. Because the competition in the small town is not formal, the first day is just the first try, and tomorrow's competition is the main event. In fact, to put it bluntly, the competition held by the city lord is just for tomorrow's screening. In their eyes, there is no such thing as a draw, after all, there is only one number of students screened every year, which is very limited and very precious. Therefore, tomorrow's highlight is the key, and today is just a preliminary elimination.

Tomorrow will screen out the champions of this rank, in order to end the selection smoothly, the city lord can be said to have worked hard, and the competition planned so far is just to let the mentors who come to Mocheng select the most qualified students. However, this is not to underestimate the role of this one student. It is a kind of luck to be favored by those graduate schools, and the benefits it brings are not only the beneficiaries themselves, but also the development trend of the entire town.

As the saying goes, if a person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven. This is also the reason why the city lord strongly recommends it, and the most promising thing this time is his son who is only eight years old but has a good talent, which makes the city lord think hard. However, what he didn't expect was that luck came so quickly.

In the Mocheng Wenmo Pavilion, the Mocheng City Lord held a teacup and sat respectfully on the side, his palms sweating slightly. This is a middle-aged man who is a little blessed, his thin hair looks a little capable, and it can be seen from his uneasy eyes that the Lord of Ink City's heart is floating up and down.

On the other side of the room sat three old men with mottled white hair, and strangely enough, the three old men looked at each other differently. The old man sitting in the center, his figure is a little rickety, holding a meter-long cane, dressed in white and snowy, and justice is awe-inspiring.

To the left of the old man in white sat an old man who was diametrically opposed. The old man has black hair, a black robe, and domineering eyebrows that are almost connected. The most special thing was the black fanged sigil that covered the left side of his face, which was cold and radiated a pitch-black sheen.

To the right of the old man in white was an old man with a very ordinary appearance, dressed in coarse linen clothes without anything special, with a gentle smile on his face, ordinary as the old man next door.

Just such an ordinary old man can stay in front of this group of unusual guys is the most peculiar existence. The three of them were almost silent, looking at each other, as if they had known each other for a lifetime.

Mo Liang, the city lord of Mocheng, sat quietly on the side, not daring to breathe more, looking at the three scary old men in front of him, who were all high-status, he was holding the teacup in his hand, nervous, at this moment he just wanted to shout loudly.

He knew that the identities of the three old men in front of him were not something he could climb up at all, one was the vice president of the Hurricane Academy, Old Master Meng, who was the most ordinary old man sitting on the right side of the old man in white. One is the advisor of the Academy of Hades, named the Black Wolf Emissary, that is, an old man dressed in a black robe with two hideous fangs on his face. It is not uncommon for Mo Liang to know the identities of the two old men in front of him, after all, this Mo City is a branch of the Hades Academy's enrollment within a radius of fifty miles, and he, the city lord, has the honor to participate in the five-year academy competition.

At that time, many big people will be present, and for those big people who are in the guest seat, he is certainly fortunate to admire.

However, the guy who can sit with Master Meng very well naturally can't be an ordinary person. When he noticed the sword-shaped mark on the shoulder of the old man in white, his heart began to feel bottomless. This symbol is the existence of the three giants, the sword-shaped symbol represents the Empty Capital Academy, the black fangs sigil represents the Hades Academy, although the hurricane logo is unknown, the number is also the smallest, but the world knows that the hurricane academy only accepts students with wind attributes, which is its most representative symbol.

Although these three are all academies of the Divine Seal Temple, they are also in opposition to each other and competing with each other. However, the guy who can be with Old Master Meng and the Black Wolf Emissary, Mo Liang can guess the identity of this guy with his eyes closed. This kind of top-level figure suddenly descended on a small town like his, how could Mo Liang's heart be at peace. He didn't know what to do with the sudden arrival of these three big people, but he didn't dare to slack off at all, and there was no one here he could afford to offend.

Seeing that the three old men were staring at this for a long time, but they didn't say a word, the beads of sweat on Mo Liang's forehead never stopped, and this cold sweat lasted for almost half a day. He was very worried, these old men suddenly became furious, I heard that the higher the strength of the guys, the more terrifying the ability to use the seal technique, and the city was wiped out at every turn. If the three old immortal guys in front of him did it, it is estimated that there will be no grass left in a radius of 100 miles.

However, just when Mo Liang was restless, an extremely cold aura suddenly rose from not far away into the sky, and this strange aura carried an all-pervasive coldness, making him shudder involuntarily when he was sitting on the side.

But as soon as this breath came out, the faces of the three old men sitting motionless on the side couldn't help but change at the same time, and the teacups in everyone's hands shattered. Among them, the teacup in the hand of the old man in black was the most unbearable, and after a loud noise, the teacup in his hand directly turned into powder and disappeared with the wind. And the old man in white in the middle, the teacup in his hand directly turned into a crystal liquid in a silent manner.

This kind of strength made the city lord of Mocheng sitting on the other side directly dumbfounded, he was only slightly distracted just now, which broke the cup. He didn't expect that the strength of these old guys in front of him would be so strong.

"Could it be that you are not well entertained?" Seeing a few people suddenly break the cups, Mo Liang was already in tears in his heart, "Is it a problem with tea? Damn, I knew that I would have served local specialties, and the ink tea was good! ”

Old Master Meng was the calmest one among them, he still had that gentle smiling face, and even the wrinkles on both sides of his ordinary cheeks were squeezed together by a smile. It's just that the cup in his hand has changed, although he didn't make the cup as exaggerated as the two old guys, but the cup in his hand also quietly cracked, and the strange thing is that the tea in it is still kept in the teacup without omission, sparkling back and forth, and this layer of rippling tea shows his inner turmoil.

Feeling this strange cold aura, the three of them actually murmured in unison, "Holy Demon?"

The three of them looked at each other, each of them learning a fact that was all too familiar to them. But this aura disappeared from the continent hundreds of years ago, why is it now reappearing in such a remote place? Could it be that this kind of aura still exists in the world today? Thinking of this, the faces of the old man in white and the guy in black robe couldn't help but change again.

Mo Liang saw that the faces of these three old guys became very ugly, he knew that something bad was going to happen, but he couldn't figure out what he was not doing well enough, at the moment he could only tense his body immediately, turned around and blinked, revealing a face that was more ugly than crying with a smile, and said in a slur manner, "If there is any inconsiderate hospitality, I beg forgiveness from the seniors." ”

However, he misunderstood. The three old guys in front of him didn't have time to pay attention to him, as if they regarded him as nothing, and talked to themselves.

"Is this the breath of the Holy Demon?" The old man in white frowned slightly, looked at the old master Meng on the side, and said with an unnatural expression, "The aura that has disappeared for so many years has not expected to reappear here, what an irony!"

There is something in the words of the old man in white, and a discerning person can know at a glance that these words are aimed at Old Master Meng. However, for Whitebeard's words, Old Master Meng's expression remained unchanged, and his face could not show any expression. He still has that gentle smiling face, does not make superfluous explanations, and does not make special answers.

"Holy Demon Man?" said this, and Mo Liang already knew what they were talking about. Although he wasn't saying that he was not well entertained, he couldn't help but secretly touch his sweat for himself. However, when he carefully recalled the familiar voice in his head, he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

"Holy Demon Man, Holy Demon Man??Isn't this the last cursed Divine Seal Master bloodline on the mainland?"

Mo said that Mo Liang was shocked, even the hundreds of old guys sitting next to him. In Mo Liang's memory, the Holy Demon Man was the bloodline left by the last Divine Seal Master who disappeared on the continent. As everyone knows, since the Divine Seal Master was recognized as a cursed realm, the cultivation craze set off on the mainland has plummeted. Since it was already a mortal realm, the realm that everyone longed for naturally became empty talk.

Mo Liang doesn't know much about this realm, but there is a legend that everyone knows. It is rumored that the last person to be promoted to the realm of the Divine Seal left a group of bloodlines. This batch of bloodlines is a single line, passed on to men but not to women. Legend has it that the curse of the Divine Seal Realm was perpetuated by the bloodline, and his descendants were called devils at night, bloodthirsty and indiscriminate.

Later, this bloodline seemed to have been blocked by the enforcers of the Divine Seal Temple, and since then it has disappeared from the mainland. However, these descendants of the Divine Seal, known as the Children of the Damned, are called Holy Demon Beings. This kind of person has two personalities, one is demonic and the other is good. The demonic side is unleashed at night, eroding the soul and turning it into a god-killing puppet. During the day they return to normal and become kind people.

However, there was an open incident on the continent, and the bloodline of the Holy Demon was from the tribe of the Divine Seal Temple. As for other things, it was not something that a city lord-level figure like him could understand.

The black wolf envoy just faintly held back his eyes, and then pointed to the direction where the evil aura came from not far away, and said coldly to Mo Liang, "Inform everyone in the town that no one is allowed to leave the city tonight." And to investigate what happened in that place. ”

Although Mo Liang didn't know what was going on, he had to cry and have to obey something that could surprise representatives like Hurricane and Hades.

He could only nod his head and walked out.

Not long after Mo Liang left, the black wolf messenger with this strange fanged talisman on his face suddenly said in a low voice, "I guess you also heard about the location of the forsaken village and found this! ”

"Why talk so much nonsense, you and I know the purpose of our coming here. As he spoke, the old man in white looked righteous and awe-inspiring, "This village is a scourge in the first place, and it can't survive." ”

"Hey, a village with remnants of sins, naturally can't stay. The black wolf messenger said, but the smile was a little cold.

Old Master Meng, who was sitting on the side, had an impermanent face, and under those wise eyes, he knew that the eyes that the two of them secretly threw at him were a little unusual, but his smile remained the same.