After putting away the Demon Yuan Holy Fruit, Wei Wuji had a burst of amusement in his heart, if Qian Duoduo knew that the Demon Yuan Holy Fruit he had worked so hard to get was actually obtained by himself so easily, I don't know how he would feel in his heart?

"Boring!"

Seeing Wei Wuji's cold face, Moore also felt a little embarrassed, and after she muttered, she told Wei Wuji: "You have to put it away, don't blame my sister for not reminding you, after the Demon Yuan Holy Fruit is picked, it can only be stored for three days, and once the three days pass, it will slowly wither, and the effect will be greatly reduced." ”

Shui Xingtian stared at Wei Wuji and said, "When this is over, you can eat it as soon as possible!"

Wei Wuji nodded and said, "Thank you, senior, thank you, Your Highness Moore!"

Moore smiled sweetly and said, "That's pretty much it!"

Shui Xingtian glanced at Ye She and Mo Yue and said, "You have already used it before, so I won't give it to you this time, and the rest of these are all used to replenish the vitality of Lord Demon Throat after waking up!"

Ye She and Mo Yue hurriedly said, "Don't dare, Lord Demon Throat's recovery is important!"

Shui Xingtian nodded, turned around and continued to walk forward.

As he moved forward, the demonic qi around him became more and more intense, and the previous feeling of difficulty disappeared, which made Wei Wuji feel extremely surprised.

Ahead, where the streamer-light formations on the ground converged, a formation platform about two zhang square and glowing with faint starlight appeared in front of everyone.

Descending the array platform was a deep and dark passage, and the thickest demonic qi emanated from it.

This passage should have been forcibly opened up by Shui Xingtian, because the traces of human intervention can be clearly seen, and on the earth wall that can be seen in that passage, Sen Sen's white bones can be seen everywhere.

Wei Wuji's divine sense moved slightly, with Shui Xingtian and Moore beside him, he didn't dare to let his divine sense probe too far, lest his divine sense fluctuate too much, and there would be an accident, he just hurriedly swept under the ground around the passage.

With a hiss, he couldn't help but secretly gasp, because in the midst of his hurried sweep, he found that under the ground under his feet, there were endless bones, layer upon layer, all the way down, and he didn't know how thick it was.

Those bones, each of which was extremely huge, were still no less than a hundred zhang after being broken into countless segments, and there were countless beast bones that were at least more than a thousand zhang tall during their lifetime.

After endless years, although the power in those bones has long since passed away with the demise of their masters, just looking at their current form, one can already guess how powerful they were in their lifetime!

It can be seen from this that how tragic the battle was back then! How many strong people were killed by the Demon Throat in that battle!

Getting closer and closer to the formation, Wei Wuji pressed the shock in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little worried, this time, I don't know what will happen?

Although Shui Xingtian did not recognize the identity of other people, it was not guaranteed

The demons can't recognize it, and God knows what kind of power those beings who can run rampant in ancient times have?

Although Wei Wuji's divine sense only moved slightly, Shui Xingtian still sensed it, but Wei Wuji's divine sense fluctuated very little, so he naturally couldn't tell the difference, and besides, he didn't doubt Wei Wuji himself.

When he looked back, he saw that Wei Wouji's face was embarrassed, and he thought he must have been shocked by what was beneath the ground.

He couldn't help but smile slightly: "Shocked, right? When this king first came here, he was also shocked by the scene below, a clone can kill all the countless powerhouses of the Divine Beast Clan and the Alien Beast Clan, Lord Demon Throat, it is worthy of being an immortal-level existence that can run rampant in ancient times!"

Wei Wuji calmed down and said, "It's a pity that it still fell!"

"Yes!" Shui Xingtian said with infinite embarrassment: "If, in ancient times, my hundred clans could have been united like they are now, instead of fighting on their own, how could I make the human race bigger, and how could the Suffering Continent give it to others!"

"The current hundred clans are not very united, right?" Wei Wuji said coldly.

Shui Xingtian's face stiffened slightly, he took a deep look at Wei Wuji and said: "You have seen it very thoroughly, and what you said is not bad, although the hundred clans today look at unity, but in essence, there are still many drawbacks, to put it bluntly, they are just unwilling to give up their own interests! Otherwise, my hundred clans would have already taken the Suffering Continent and expelled all the human races!"

Wei Wuji was silent for a while, he couldn't answer this topic, and he didn't want to answer, if he wanted to expel the human race from the Suffering Continent, was it so easy?

Although he didn't know how strong the Terran was now, as a Terran person, he had the pride of the Terran itself, just like Shui Xingtian and Moore and the others in front of him, they had always believed that they could defeat the Terran and take the Bitter Continent, and Wei Wuji always believed that the Terran would win the final victory, just like back then, defeat and expel the Hundred Clans again.

"Let's go!" Shui Xingtian was silent, and then walked towards the passage under the formation platform.

Going all the way down the passage, I don't know how deep it went, the demonic qi became more and more viscous and rich, and suddenly, the passage in front of it suddenly turned sideways, and then suddenly widened, and a light emanated from an underground space about a thousand zhang square.

Wei Wuji couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, he finally saw the light, and everyone was silent all the way down, and the atmosphere was indescribably depressing!

Shui Xingtian stood at the entrance of the underground space that emitted light, he did not enter directly, but bowed respectfully to the inside from the outside before stepping in with a pious and solemn face.

Shui Xingtian is like this, how can Wei Wuji and the others be an exception, although Wei Wuji is extremely reluctant in his heart, but he has to follow suit!

The stone walls in the underground space are inlaid with various gems, each of which is the size of an egg, and the light emanates from them, illuminating the entire space unusually brightly

, visible in detail!

A man who is struggling to breathe, no, the demon, is he using so many gems?

Fortunately, Qian Tu and Qian Duoduo are not here, otherwise with their personalities, as long as any one of them is present, it is estimated that the gems here will disappear one by one sooner or later.

Of course, this was just Wei Wouji's secret teasing, in fact, this situation could not have happened.

Because in the middle of the space, a vague body about the height of an ordinary person, bathed in endless darkness, and even those lights and eyes that seemed to be unable to get close, were standing there with their heads held high.

Although his body looks blurry and not very tall, he naturally gives people an incomparably majestic feeling when he stands there, as if he is the heaven there, the master there.

An invisible domineering and killing intent emanated from that person's body, filling the entire space, and the source of those endless demonic qi also came from him.

Come to think of it, he should be one of the ancestors of the Ancient Heavenly Demon Clan, the immortal-level king, and the clone of the Demon Throat.

On either side of the Devil's Throat, a middle-aged man with golden wings faced them sideways, his left hand sinking deep into the Devil's Throat's body, and the long sword in his right hand was also inserted into the Devil's Throat's chest, almost piercing it.

Although the endless years have passed, the man still looks handsome and has a flying expression, thinking that when he was alive, he must have been a dashing and heroic man, and the slightest flame still rose and fell from his body and wings, as if he was still reborn, not angry but mighty.

And one of the magic arms of the demon throat also penetrated through the heart position of the middle-aged man's chest, and the magic arm was as black as ink, glowing with faint starlight, which suddenly destroyed the image of the middle-aged man, and it looked a little poignant.

On the other side of the Demon Throat, an old Terran man with a rough face and an unusually tall figure was also facing them.

Although the old man looked like a wild man, extremely wild, Wei Wuji believed that he was absolutely not mistaken, that old man was definitely from the human race, and his strength was extremely powerful.

The old man's left hand was on the shoulder of the Devil's Throat and pressed him there, while his right hand turned his palm into a knife and slashed directly at the top of the Devil's Throat's head.

And on the old man's back, a transparent fist hole is particularly eye-catching, obviously, while he hit the devil's throat hard, he was also killed by the devil's throat's fist.

Looking at the other places on the three of them, those fist marks that are still vivid in their purpose, it can be seen that the battle that day must have been fierce and abnormal, very tragic!

The Demon Throat should have been besieged by those strong people in the mud layer above, dragged his body seriously injured, and then started a fierce decisive battle with the middle-aged man from the Shenhuang clan and the old man of the human race.