Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

The viscous blood stained between the fingers, turned into strands of scarlet particles, and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

Rao, the patriarch who ruled all monsters and controlled the universe couldn't help shrinking his pupils. He could no longer calm down and watched this absurd scene in horror.

The clan elder has fallen? !

Soul Devouring Wolf King felt his scalp go numb, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead.

The clan elders recruited many big monsters in the wilderness, more than a dozen big monsters in the shape of the top, and there is even an elite army of monster soldiers. How could this be so? !

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying thought popped into its mind.

"Could it be that the Luowu Snake Demon has really ascended to the Demon King?!"

"No! It's dead?! What happened?"

The soul-devouring wolf king's face was pale, and he didn't even notice that his monster body at the peak of transformation was trembling slightly.

At this moment, the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood seemed to appear in front of its eyes.

A creature that looked like a snake or a dragon roared up to the sky and drove straight in, turning Yunlan Mountain upside down, leaving corpses all over the field, shrouded in blood.

Even if an invincible demon general cracks open the tomb and fights out forcefully, it will be difficult to resist his sharpness, and he will die tragically on the battlefield in the end.

At that time, the Soul Devouring Wolf King was a young man who had just entered the transformation form, and his strength was far from overwhelming his peers.

However, it clearly remembered that on the day when the snake demon came to the door, several of the most amazing monsters of its generation were all slaughtered, thousands of people were killed and injured, and the ancestral land was almost overthrown.

Even after many years, this is still a lingering shadow in its heart.

"We can't delay any longer, the clan elder has already died in battle."

"I'm afraid that in the near future, Luowu's lineage will not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to attack my Yunlan Mountain."

"The elders must be summoned to strengthen the sealing formation outside the mountain."

The Soul Devouring Wolf King hurriedly got up, and with a wave of his hand, the stone door of the secret room suddenly opened.

Afraid of being seen by the tribe as being emotionally disturbed, it took a deep breath, adjusted its state, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Wild, Thousand Spider Ridge.

In the dark, damp, and seemingly endless cave, thousands of ghost-faced spiders, large and small, were crawling.

After the sudden death of the direct lineage and the tragic death of the elite of the clan, the Ghost Face Spider Lord had already decided to go out of the mountain himself on the day he received the invitation to accept the monster, and he did not bring a single soldier.

In terms of its strength, even if the ghost-faced demon spiders come out in full force, they are far inferior to its supreme monster power, and it is just a burden.

In the depths of the cave, a drop of dark green, crystal-clear liquid is quietly suspended in the air, and around it, there are countless dense drops of light green small bubbles.

This is a special method of the ghost-faced demon spider, carrying and recording The state of life of all clansmen.

Several monster spiders with strong aura lie here. They have twelve legs, all of which are of high-level transformation.

Suddenly, the soft light inside the dark green liquid surrounded by the stars was indefinite, and the elders of the Spider Clan noticed something, and they all showed strange colors.

However, in the next second, the dark green liquid seemed to be hit hard, and with a "boo", it exploded out of thin air.

A few old monster spiders stared blankly at this scene, and couldn't believe that their patriarch had died like this. You know, it just left not long ago!

The strongest in the clan, as the supreme monster, is one of the few existences in the entire wilderness, and it is the fundamental confidence for their clan to stand tall.

Now it has fallen, which means that the overall strength of Qianzhuling will be cut by more than half.

For a long period of time in the future, it is unlikely that any monster in the clan will be able to ascend this level again, and it will undoubtedly be the most fatal blow to Qianzhuling.

Without the protection of the ghost-faced spider master, their clan is always in danger of being swallowed up by other big clans in the wild land where the weak eat the strong.

Only relying on a few aged peak-shape elders could not bring back the situation of decline and extinction.

"Roar!!!"

A sharp and mournful howl came from the depths of the cave, frightening the group of monsters and trembling under the terrifying monster aura.

A moment later, five eye-catching emerald green lights rushed towards dozens of hidden corners. The precipitous Qianzhu Ridge was surrounded by a layer of light green barrier.

In order to resist the attack of foreign races, those powerful elders took action one after another, activated the long-abandoned mountain protection formation, and cut off the connection with the outside world.

Somewhere in the blessed land, a beautiful woman with furry animal ears and eight fox tails was fishing under the moon.

It sits in front of a clear pool, in which countless fish swim, but it has been too long to take the bait.

Suddenly, a bad premonition welled up in its heart, its brows were slightly frowned, the terrifying demonic power overflowed, and the fishing rod in its hand snapped.

The fish at the bottom of the water were frightened and fled crazily, swimming to the depth or around.

At this moment, a shadow came quietly. It was a high-level demon who had transformed into a high-level demon, who appeared not far behind the woman silently.

"What's the matter?" The woman asked indifferently, without looking back.

The big demon was emotionally unstable, and said in a trembling voice: "Elder, the patriarch's soul lamp has gone out."

"What?!" Hearing this, the woman's face changed drastically, and she asked, "Isn't it still in the Demon Cow's Cave tonight, ready to die? How could it die?"

"In the end what happened?!"

The big demon paused, gritted his teeth, and said, "Not only the patriarch, but also the elders who went out with him, as well as many elite soul lamps in the clan, all went out one by one."

"It is conservatively estimated that there are more than 5,000 demons killed and injured."

"Great Elder, Third Elder, send me to inform you, go to the meeting hall, and together with them open the big array of emergency defense in the clan."

As soon as the words fell, a cherry pink streamer shot up into the sky, the big demon took a look, and quickly followed.

Gutuo Mountain, here is a strange place.

The majestic mountain was parasitically corroded by a nest of huge bee hives. Countless tiny bee demons flapped their wings and circled the entire mountain.

"Roar!!!" The terrifying roar echoed for hundreds of miles, and the demon king clan living here, with the shattering of an ancient token, learned of the Queen Bee's death.

In the beehive there was a huge monster with fierce flames, and the crimson evil spirit permeated the entire mountain. Nearly a million bee monsters knelt down one after another, and they dared not make a sound for a while.

In the barren area, dusty bones flitted across the void, and wherever they went, the sea of ​​clouds was torn into pieces by the fierce airflow.

"My lord, is it my illusion?"

"Why is your speed much faster than when you came here?"

Xiong Mang bit the fleshy bear's paw and asked suspiciously.

Xu Che smiled lightly and said: "No, your perception is correct, the time is short, and we cannot afford to delay any longer."

Husha seemed to have thought of something, and reminded: "My lord, when you killed those big monsters, their clan probably already knew about it by special means."

"We are now in the past, and it is very likely that we will fail, or we will face some difficult troubles."

"Trouble? What do you mean?" Xiong Mang asked, frowning.

Husha explained briefly: "Those races that have given birth to demon kings have magic circles left by the demon kings."

"There is no shortage of demon king methods among them. Although they cannot be resurrected like the demon king, they are also extremely terrifying."

"If it is fully activated, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill it."