The peaceful and peaceful village in memory was now engulfed in merciless flames, and tongues of fire were raging everywhere, making the group feel like the world was spinning.

It's like the sky is falling, and I want to scream, but in the end I can only sobs and pain silently.

The human tribes in the primitive society, the civilization is not developed enough, they are all wooden straw structure houses, the most prone to fire, and this fire that destroyed the tribe came very strangely.

In an ordinary fire, there must be a chaotic sound everywhere, there are people who are running with a call sign, and there are also people who are shouting to fight the fire, the scene must be panicked, and in front of him, the entire tribe quietly collapsed in the sea of fire, and there was not even a trace of popularity around except for the crackling sound of wood crackling.

The silence made people's hearts chill, and there was a strong and abnormal smell of blood in the choking smoke and mist, which made everyone present extremely moved.

Da Mao was the most impulsive, seeing his home fall in the sea of fire, he roared angrily to rush over, completely ignoring Zhao Qing's warning and pull.

Zhao Qing was the most sensitive to demonic energy, not only because of his spiritual sense, but also because he was a member of the demon clan, here, in the monstrous waves of fire in front of him, he felt a terrifying demonic aura lurking.

If this level of demonic qi is still there at this moment, it is not a problem at all, but now that he has lost all his ways, that demonic aura is a bit outrageous, and he is not an opponent, let alone the group of hunters around him.

Da Mao was the most pitiful, just took a few steps, and was killed on the spot by a cold light condensed by demonic energy, and a huge man fell into Zhao Qing's arms like this, and the temperature of life gradually faded.

The hunters behind them were all shocked by the bloody scene in front of them, the creature dormant in the sea of fire was stronger than they could have imagined, obviously not comparable to the ferocious bear monster before.

The middle-aged clansman with the most experience and experience of the "demon" said tremblingly.

He recognized the demonic aura in that cold mang, but the strength between the two sides was really worlds apart. These people may be able to fight and kill tigers, leopards, jackals in the mountains and forests with their sturdy bodies and strength, but this kind of combat power is not at all an existence in heaven and earth compared to the demons who have achieved cultivation.

Just as he was also pale at the moment, the hand holding the bone spear trembled violently, and the middle-aged patriarch's figure couldn't help but stumble, almost falling to the spot.

The people behind him held him up. But there was a deep sadness of despair in everyone's eyes.

The clansmen were trapped in the sea of fire, perhaps they had been eaten by the hateful demon, and they had hatred in their hearts, but they could not avenge the dead clansmen.

No matter how seriously injured this group of iron-blooded men was, even in the face of real death, they never blinked or shed tears, but at this moment, they all spoke out in pain, kneeling on the ground one by one and crying like rain, like helpless children.

Just when everyone was crying and grabbing the ground. Only Zhao Qing's eyes were cold at the moment, and even the breath on his body was as cold as ice.

His gaze was bright and penetrating, staring at a vague shadow in the depths of the fire and not leaving for a long time.

"God has the virtue of a good life, as a demon clan, it is too much for you to kill innocents so indiscriminately. Zhao Qing's eyes were like sword light, with fierceness in the snow.

As soon as the words fell, a coercion fell on him, and it was suddenly suppressed like a heavy mountain. made Zhao Qing breathless.

"Ant-like terrans, dare to talk to me like that?" This is the thought of divine consciousness that comes from the demonic coercion. The clear echo was in Zhao Qing's mind.

There was a look of disdain in those words, even if he didn't see the look of the monster, it was enough to imagine how arrogant it was at this moment, and there was no one in his eyes.

Zhao Qing gently put down Da Mao's body, he stood up, and stood facing the blazing waves of fire in front of him. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Mole ant, a little demon who has broken through the void realm dares to speak so wildly!"

The strength of breaking the void realm is really not enough for Zhao Qing to look at it squarely, but that was before, and now he is far from being the opponent of this monster, but even so. His heart will not compromise or cringe because of this.

Even if there is a life-and-death decision ahead, or a sea of swords and fires, he will not frown a little, the life of the human race should not be so despicable and treated like ants.

"Presumptuous, little Terran, you are forcing me to kill you!" The monster was obviously a little stunned, never thought that the ant-like existence of the Terran in front of him would dare to talk to him like this, but when he looked back, the monster was furious.

"Boom"

The sea of fire swelled violently, as if a wall of flames rose from the flat ground, and the overwhelming heat wave surged, and what was even more terrifying was the coercion released by the monster.

The tongue of fire rolled in front of Zhao Qing, scorching his skin red, his black hair and eyebrows were scorched, and strings of blisters were burned on the surface of his body, but for Zhao Qing, none of this would make him have a trace of pain.

Even when the pressure like a mountain completely fell, and every bone on Zhao Qing's body was gurgling, his face was still so quiet and cold.

The only thing that changed was his eyes, which became more and more resolute, and in the end they simply sparkled, like two brilliant gems were born.

"Humble person, your feigned strength at the moment will only bring more pain, I will not let go of your disrespect to me just now because of your strength!" The true face of the monster was not visible, but the vague shadow in the sea of fire was obviously getting bigger.

Zhao Qing laughed when he heard this, as if he had heard some funny joke, shook his head and said: "Fool who sits in the well and watches the sky, I have even seen the real demon king, and I dare to fight the half-step demon king, even if you are an unpopular demon and dare to show off your combat power in front of me?"

He was sincerely contemptuous, because the strength of the little demon in front of him was simply not enough, but when he listened to the monster's ears, it became a complete shout and provocation, which made the monster furious.

"Hula!" Suddenly, a fire-colored dragon jumped out of the sea of fire and landed in front of Zhao Qing's eyes.

It was only at this moment that the true face of the monster was revealed to everyone.

It has Terran-like limbs and a head, but covered in crimson hair, and its head is extremely large, but its eyes are exceptionally small, but the light is fierce. The long one is called an ugly one, like a rakshasa demon.

Zhao Qing recognized the true body of this monster, which was the so-called mandrill, with the blood of the ape family, but because this kind of thing was too ugly, even apes were reluctant to get close to them.

Mandrills are brutal by nature. Likes to eat human blood and human brains, because it is too ugly, it is often mistaken for a demon wandering in the mountains, and the hunters also hate this kind of guy, once the mandrill is caught in the trap, it is almost a stick to death.

And the fire-colored mandrill in front of him is obviously not a mortal species, it has become a mandrill demon, that satin-like fire hair is like a layer of flame rising on its body, and its two small eyes burst out with a vicious and cruel look when they look at Zhao Qing.

It stretches out its sharp claws. When it lightly slashed across Zhao Qing's face, it was like a blade cutting, leaving a deep bloody wound, and the mandrill withdrew its claws and put it in its mouth, and began to slowly taste Zhao Qing's blood.

"Hmm!" it squinted, a look of satisfaction.

"It's so fresh blood, far better than the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the village!" it showed an extremely greedy expression, looking around at Zhao Qing as if looking at the delicious food it liked, and the ghost-like mandrill was actually dancing happily in place. Looks excited.

The pain from the wound everywhere was like a burning fire, and Zhao Qing frowned. Some disgusted watched as the mandrill writhed.

He retreated a few feet, although Dao Xing was not there, but his physical flexibility was exerted to the extreme, like a lightning bolt.

The ironwood bow was instantly pulled apart, and a sword light roared out, almost in the blink of an eye, in front of the mandrill's face.

"Huh" mandrill was indifferent. Lightly grasping the arrow in his hand, he looked at it curiously, and then threw it out of his hand.

"Poof"

The arrow pierced the chest of one of the clansmen behind him, and exploded, shattering the entire upper body of the man in one fell swoop. Colorful intestines and blood splattered on the ground.

The corners of Zhao Qing's eyes twitched, this damn monster relied on a little cultivation to shoot a person with an arrow in front of him, completely ignoring him.

Between breaths, Zhao Qing pulled the horse away, and at this moment three arrows were on the string, and when they took off their hands, they shot out like thunder, and the three arrows turned into a straight trajectory in the void, and the arrows pointed at the vital point of the mandrill.

The mandrill jumped up, flipped in mid-air, shot at three arrows, and then landed in place.

"Poof, poof, poof!" Three blood flowers bloomed behind Zhao Qing, and he didn't even have to turn his head to look at it, he knew that three more clansmen were used as puppets by the mandrill.

used Zhao Qing's arrows to shoot those clansmen behind him, this result made Zhao Qing's eyes cracked, and he couldn't wait to shoot the mandrill alive with the next arrow.

But he is no different from a mortal when he loses his cultivation, and the ironwood bow in his hand is only a hunting tool, and the power it can exert may be useful to wild beasts, but it is really useless in front of the mandrill.

"Come on, when your people are dead, I will slowly break your bones, and your marrow will look delicious. The mandrill's bright red tongue licked its lips, and there was only a naked contempt in its eyes.

Its cultivation is more than enough to play with the human race in front of it, and Zhao Qing's resistance has aroused the tyranny in the heart of the mandrill, it will not kill Zhao Qing directly, but will slowly torture to death.

"Bastard!" Zhao Qing was furious, he threw away the ironwood bow in his hand and smashed it directly into the mandrill's chest with a punch.

"Jie Ji ......" Shanxiao let out a gloomy and sympathetic smile, turned around, and the fire-colored fur was like a fire dragon, and it instantly arrived in front of a clansman, and before Zhao Qing could react, it was directly slashed by a sharp claw.

Ten sharp claws blew the man's entire head up, and the scene was horrible.

"Brute, I'll fight with you!" The middle-aged patriarch's eyes were red, and the successive tragic deaths of the clansmen made this man fall into madness, he lost his due reason, and stabbed the bone gun in his hand.

With a ghostly laugh, the mandrill dodged the shot, then turned behind a clansman and slashed open his chest with a single claw, grabbing a lively heart and stuffing it into its mouth, chewing it violently.

The smell of blood stimulated the mandrill's senses, making it feel a hint of satisfaction and pleasure, and it began to moan uncontrollably.

"God, our clan has no quarrel with the world, why did we fall to such a point today!" The middle-aged patriarch wept bitterly, and the bone spear fell to the ground with a 'clang', and he fell to his knees and cried into the sky.

The entire tribe, except for him and Zhao Qing, has died, the previous bear monster killed all the children, and the mandrill demon in front of him was even more cruel, directly destroying the entire tribe.

As the patriarch, he felt a kind of grief-stricken grief at this moment, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and the man's cry echoed in the surrounding mountains.

The middle-aged patriarch couldn't figure out why this kind of misfortune had to fall on his own people, what kind of mistake did they make, to bear such pain, the whole tribe was about to die, as the head of the group, he was crying more sad than a child at the moment.

Zhao Qing's nose was also a little sour, although he was not from this world, but since he woke up, he felt the heartfelt care of these strangers around him, that feeling he had never had, this was the feeling of home hidden in his heart.

He has suffered drastic changes since he was a child, and the vague picture in his memory is very similar to the scene in front of him, and these dead clansmen are more like a reenactment of his former villagers.

At that time, Zhao Qing was still young, and he had no power to resist in the face of the murderous horse bandits, but this was so similar to the situation in front of him, he couldn't help the demonic power of the mandrill in his mortal body, and watched his clansmen fall into dead souls one by one.

That feeling of home that had just been created turned into nothing again in this sea of blood and fire, and Zhao Qing suddenly laughed, as if he was helpless and self-deprecating.

He looked at his hands, fell into confusion, and was still muttering in his mouth, "Why is this, am I destined not to protect the person I want to protect?"

"Qing'er, let's go!" In the depths of his memory, a familiar voice came, it was a long-lost feeling of warmth, which made Zhao Qing's heart tremble.

"Ermao, let's go!" The middle-aged patriarch's voice also sounded in his ears, pulling Zhao Qing back to the real world at once.

The patriarch's bone spear pierced his chest at some point, but he still shouted Zhao Qing's name hoarsely, telling him to run quickly, and the blood at the corner of the man's mouth flowed into a big pool, and he hugged the mandrill's thigh tightly, even at the last moment of his life, this man never had the slightest intention of letting go.

"Patriarch!" Zhao Qing's eyes were red, and he let the tears flow, he was no longer the child of the year, but he really couldn't help it at this moment, his emotions exploded in an instant, and he cried loudly at the corpse of the middle-aged patriarch.

The mandrill walked over with a sly smile, stepped on Zhao Qing's back, condescending like a victorious emperor, and asked: "Aren't you as humble as ants, in my opinion, your human race is weaker than ants, and can only be reduced to blood food!"

The unbridled laughter was like a sharp steel knife piercing Zhao Qing's heart, he clenched his fists fiercely, slammed it on the ground, and trembled all over: "I'm going to kill you damn thing, I'm going to kill you." ”

His eyes turned pitch black at some point, it was a breathtaking, chilling black, as if an endless abyss had appeared.

A trace of violent aura gradually began to swim in Zhao Qing's body, like a wisp of wind blowing withered and decaying.

"Boom"

After a while, the sky within a radius of a hundred miles darkened, as if the real night was coming, and a demonic qi pierced the entire heaven and earth, like an inky ocean covering the place, the sun and the moon were dark, and the mountains and rivers were reversed.

The earth cracked endless cracks in a violent tremble, hundreds of miles long, bottomless, and all the creatures in the wild ancient forest trembled in front of this peerless demonic might, one by one bowed and worshiped in the direction of the demonic qi soaring to the sky.

At the last moment, before the mandrill had time to start, Zhao Qing's cultivation returned, but it was terrifying, as if it was a completely tyrannical thought that controlled Zhao Qing, he fell into a demonized state, and instantly tore the mandrill alive.

Zhao Qing's eyes were as red as blood, two shocking lights swept the sky, and his eyesight was running to the extreme, at this moment he was standing in the middle of heaven and earth, more like a demon lord who suppressed the world, with supreme coercion and momentum.

At the moment when his eyes were running, Zhao Qing's eyes saw more information, and the next moment, countless demon clouds roared up, enveloping Zhao Qing and galloping into the distance. (To be continued.) )