Reflect the world

Chapter 430 Marking (Second Change)

"The strength of this old tyrant is unfathomable. There have been rumors that he has entered the realm of gods. If he goes crazy here, we will not be able to face it."

"Which family's descendant is it? Can beat Baxia to death? Baxia claims to have inherited Xuanwu's defensive power and possesses the power of a real dragon. Could it be that it has encountered the descendants of the Emperor?"

"I think that kid in our family is also possible. The descendants of my Zhang family also have eight bloodlines."

A middle-aged man was smiling. If Tang Xuanming were here, he would be able to find that this middle-aged man had a lot of similarities with Zhang Han in the secret realm. He should be regarded as Zhang Han's elder.

"I think my cub is more likely, okay? Your Zhang family's bloodline is more defensive, and my Jin family's bloodline is more offensive. Facing Tyrant, it is obvious that my cub has the advantage."

An old man stroked the black beard on his chin with a calm expression on his face.

A group of big figures in the human race are guessing, and their faces are still relaxed, but only they know the solemnity in their hearts.

Every time the Devil's Plain is opened, the top Tianjiao will die.

There are both human race and monster race, both human race and monster race will do their best to hunt and kill the most evil existence among the opposing races.

For the human race and the monster race, this is a kind of daily life, and it is also a kind of military training.

It's just that the death of an existence like the eighth bloodline is rare after all. The Devil's Plain has been open for so many years, and there are not many records.

"Just wait and see. The demon clan's blood for blood and tooth for tooth will not interfere with the Devil's Plain. It will only outline the sight and breath of the characters attached to the ghost of the dead. We will know who it is when we look at it."

The wild, middle-aged man stared indifferently at the center of the Devil's Plain, where the two balls of blood disappeared.

"Ao Kuang, that brat of yours doesn't have much hope, so there's no point in staring at him like this."

Someone laughed lowly, but everyone's eyes were fixed on the top of the Devil's Plain without blinking.

No matter which clan's descendants are targeted by the top powerhouses of the Yao clan, it will not be easy for them.

The blood of the silver-backed demon ape returned from the void, the original crimson color dimmed a bit, and a figure spewed out from it.

The figure is dressed in white, with a long sword on his waist, walking, sitting and lying with a romantic charm, which is very in line with the education of a human family.

The only thing that makes people feel strange is that the appearance of that figure is ordinary, blending into ordinary people will not attract attention at all.

Many of the bigwigs present at the scene glanced at each other and had no impression of this mysterious young man.

The white-haired old man in the lead frowned and said to himself, "I don't have any impression of him."

The same is true for others.

"Who is his family elder?"

The whole audience was silent, the elder Zhang who proudly described his children before frowned and murmured: "The long sword on his waist seems to belong to my family, but it's not right, my family doesn't seem to have such children what!"

An elder of the Wang family said a little uncertainly: "The clothes he is wearing seem to belong to Wang Ming."

Elder Wang and Elder Zhang looked at each other, their hearts sank.

Things seem to have turned in another direction, the mysterious and ordinary young people seem to have come together with the most outstanding group of young people in their family.

The two of them glanced at each other, and then chose silence at the same time.

"It's just a silver-backed demon ape, nothing serious."

puff!
Another drop of slightly golden blood leaped out of the Devil's Plain. This time, both the human race and the demon race's eyes were fixed on the center of the Devil's Plain.

The golden blood flickered for a moment, and a breath spewed out from above it, forming a figure.

"This……"

"It's still him!"

"Who is he?"

There were bursts of exclamations among the human race, which was exactly the same as the scene shown in the blood of the silver-backed demon ape just now.

The young man with an ordinary face appeared in the void again, but this time he didn't have the elegant demeanor of a family noble, but a simple animal skin, holding a trident in his hand, dancing wildly and violently.

A wild and sturdy breath rushed towards his face.

"He is going to die, and there is no place to bury him."

The face of the middle-aged man turned into a bully was so gloomy that water dripped out, and the silver-backed devil ape as tall as a mountain was also staring at the center of the devil plain, as if he wanted to imprint the man in white in his heart, swallowing In the entrance.

Boo!
Another drop of black blood sank silently into the depths of the Devil's Plain. A monster with a dark complexion and various magic patterns on his face came out. Looking at the figure condensed above the blood pool in the center of the Devil's Plain, he clenched his fists.

The ordinary-looking young man dressed in animal skins reappeared.

Many strong people in the human race have lost their voices, and only people are explaining in a low voice.

"Thousand-armed centipede, a terrifying monster with the seventh level of blood, can even poison the beasts of the eighth level with poison, and even some existences with weak resistance to poison in the ninth level of blood will be poisoned by it. Its strength is unknown, about It's between the pinnacle peak and the god level."

Many strong people in the human race have no desire to speak, but they are crying in their hearts.

"Whose baby is this, so tough?"

"Three of the top bloodlines of the monster race were killed in one wave. It's a bit ruthless to pull hatred?"

……

In the dark sky, the bloody moonlight is an eternal theme.

Walking in this weird atmosphere always makes people feel an extra bloodthirsty desire.

It has been half a month since I came to the ancient battlefield of the Devil's Plain. Tang Xuanming looked down at his left hand, and there were three blood marks on the palm of his left hand.

One drop was black, one was crimson and the other was slightly golden. Seven days ago, he instinctively felt a huge crisis, and then saw three drops of blood walking around him.

After that, these three marks appeared on his palm.

"Have you been targeted by those monsters outside?"

Tang Xuanming lowered his head indifferently, poked the trident back, and shouted, "Hurry up!"

"Woooo!"

The silver Howling Moon Sirius, who was more than three meters tall, let out a mournful cry, but under the threat of the extremely violent Tang Xuanming, he didn't dare to show it at all. He shrank his tail obediently and walked deep into the secret realm of Tang Xuanming. .

Their goal is the area on the map marked with a giant skull.

The map has been completely repaired by Tang Xuanming, and it is the information obtained from the King of War.

The center of the map is still the same as before. The huge skull rushed to the center, but was divided into two by Tang Xuanming.

There are two more words on the left side of the skull picture - Human Emperor!
(End of this chapter)