At a glance, Wei Wuji couldn't help but shrink his pupils, in a corner of the grotto that he couldn't see outside the grotto, a humanoid dragon skeleton with a dragon horn was leaning there, looking at the clothes and dust on his body, at least he had already passed away for an unknown number of years.
But even so, that skeleton with only the upper half of its body left, the exposed dragon bone was still emitting a bit of light, obviously, the essence of his skeleton still remained, and did not completely dissipate in the endless years.
Wei Wuji carefully sensed the remains of the dragon race, he couldn't help but be shocked inwardly, where was this the remains of an ordinary Dragon King level powerhouse of the dragon race? It was clearly a conservative estimate that it was also the remains of a supreme Dragon King level Dragon Race, or even an Immortal Zun King level Dragon Dignitary, because he felt a faint trace of pressure from the remains that was definitely stronger than that of an ordinary Dragon King.
Half of the remains of the Immortal Zun King level Dragon King, and clearly within the remains of the essence, if you get to the outside world, whether it is used for refining weapons or other uses, this remains can be described as invaluable, no wonder the people present could not give up so easily.
However, Wei Wuji is not because of that half of the wreckage, but because in the position of the right chest of the wreckage, a black as ink stone knife is inserted straight there, the wreckage of the dead nailed to the back of the stone wall, and the position of the wreckage of the left chest of the dragon bone is broken, obviously the contents of the things have been killed by that year will be the person from the outside of the empty out, I do not know that the person is to leave in a hurry, or because of other reasons, even did not take away that stone knife, the left chest of the wreckage of the dragon bone, obviously the things have been the year will be the man killed from the outside of the empty, I do not know that the man is to go in a hurry, or for other reasons. Surprisingly, he didn't take that stone knife away.
That stone knife, black as ink, simple and natural, above the blade, a blood-colored wolf head vivid, that knife, Wei Wuji to death will not forget, in ancient times, the immortal ice silkworm was chopped in the knife, so that he still want to think about it, still have lingering palpitations.
His eyes stared at the stone knife, his breath stirred, the stone knife in front of him, although it is not the ancient time in the hands of that black-robed man, and there is no that stone knife as imposing, ferocious, but the material is not far off, I think it should be the same source and out.
The other waves of people inside the grotto saw Wei Wuji's breath bulging around him after seeing that dragon wreckage, only to say that he had also gotten greedy, that tall, thin middle-aged man snorted and coldly said, "What, you don't want to go at this moment?"
"Want to go? Go where?"
A cold, arrogant voice suddenly echoed and resounded within the grotto.
The people present were all startled, and panicked to follow the voice, only to see that on the other passageway of the grotto, a foreigner youth wearing gilt black armor was looking at them with a playful face, and behind him, there were still seven or eight foreigners following closely.
The group of people from Five Elements Mountain's face changed when they saw that foreigner youth, and the youth among them who had spoken out earlier said in a deep voice with a miserable face, "Demon Moye!"
That devil tribe's Moye also saw that youth from the Five Elements Mountain, he smiled eerily and said, "This waiter said that these grasshoppers have drilled into the ground, they still don't believe it, this is not, let this waiter caught it."
Behind him, those few devils who were obviously his followers let out a loud laugh in unison, their body's devil qi bulged up, surprisingly, all of them were at the high level of Devil's Scholar's cultivation.
The Devil Race was good at fighting and competing in the same realm, except for some special people, they had always not been weak to anyone, even many other foreign races in the Hundred Races measured their own strength and weakness by whether or not they were able to fight with the people of the Devil Race to a draw, which also created the Devil Race's position among the Hundred Races nowadays and their arrogance.
The faces of the people inside the grotto couldn't help but change, although their side looked to have a larger number of people, but in terms of realm, other than the tall and thin middle-aged man from the Ten Thousand Snake Cave and a young man at the high level of Body Transformation, the rest of the people's realms were lower than those of the Demon Race.
Not to mention the Demon General Moye who exuded a powerful aura that was equivalent to a human's Foetal Breath Realm powerhouse, just the few Demon Clansmen at the high level of Demon Warrior were not something that they could cope with.
Ten Thousand Snake Cave those people looked at each other, they nodded in unison, slowly came to the side of the Five Elements Mountain line of people, the few scattered cultivators is also the body shape of a movement, converge to the side of the Five Elements Mountain, no matter how before, since now there is a demon tribe to come, then they should leave everything behind, the same enemy together, this is almost every human tribe is hidden in the bones of the reflexes.
Only Wei Wuji's four people didn't move, Wei Wuji was scrutinizing that stone knife, so he ignored Moye and their arrival, when the two brothers, Qian Tu and Zhao Xiaoxing, saw that Wei Wuji hadn't moved, the footsteps that they had lifted up were also put down.
"Oh!" Moye's eyes narrowed as he swept a glance at Wei Wuji's four, although Wei Wuji's white hair and snow-white eyebrows caused him to be about surprised, it seemed a bit familiar, and he glanced at it one more time, but he quickly and directly ignored the four of them, one middle stage of Body Transformation and three early stage of Body Transformation humanoids were not yet in his sights.
He turned his head to the tall and thin middle-aged man and them, and said with a teasing face, ''Playing the same enemy thing? Very well, since that's the case, then this waiter declares that whoever amongst this group of you first kneels before this waiter and begs for forgiveness, this waiter can spare his life."
The faces of the people present were blue, no one opened their mouths, and there was a moment of silence.
Moye glanced at the crowd who did not utter a single word, and faintly said, "How's the consideration going? Who will come first? They all say that our Demon Race is cruel? You see, this waiter is very merciful? Don't you think so?"
These last few sentences, he said to those attendants behind him, and those attendants immediately burst into laughter and loudly said yes.
Someone immediately spoke up and said, "Yes, our Marquis is known in the Demon Race as a man of one word and unrivaled benevolence."
Another Demon Warrior also chimed in, "Not bad, everyone, what are you waiting for? Take action, although our Marquis is merciful, it doesn't mean that our brothers and sisters are also like this, there is only one life, and there is only one chance."
The people present in the crowd face more and more iron green, angry, the five elements of the mountain of that young man hands veins protruding, if it is not his side of the people dead hold him, he has to hold back to go out, it is really too insulting.
Moye took the reactions of those human cultivators in front of him into his eyes, he smiled faintly and said: "Since you don't accept it, then, very well, this waiter has always admired bloodthirsty men, then this waiter will be generous, change the condition, as long as someone kneels down and begs for forgiveness, this waiter can not only spare his life, but also can spare the life of his designated person, how about it? Don't you people always value love and justice? Such a condition is enough to show this waiter's generosity and benevolence, right?"
The few devil race followers behind him, laughed in unison and praised Moye's generosity and benevolence.
The human race present was still silent for a while, but there were already people whose eyes flickered and their expressions were a bit strange.
Suddenly, Wei Wuji, who had been standing still, took a step forward.
When Moye saw it, he laughed and said, "See, there are still people who recognize the time, very well, since you are the first person, then this waiter will be magnanimous and can let you designate one more person to be spared ..."
The rest of his words were not finished, because Wei Wuji did not kneel down to him, nor did he pay any attention to him, but instead went straight toward the corner of that half of the Dragon Race wreckage.
Originally, when the people present saw Wei Wuji move, they thought that he was going to kneel down to Moye and beg for forgiveness, and they were about to scold him for being greedy and fearful of death, and for not observing the human race's moral integrity, but unexpectedly, Wei Wuji ignored Moye, and instead, he headed towards the wreckage in the corner, and they could not help but be upset for a moment, and they scolded Wei Wuji for being greedy and treacherous, and that he even took advantage of the situation at this time, and shamelessly ran to pick up an advantage at the wreckage.
Moye's face sank, the opposite human race, under his words, it was not easy for someone to have already begun to loosen their will, the good show he was waiting for was about to go on, but was stirred up by Wei Wuji, his previous words were considered to be in vain.
He coldly looked at Wei Wuji's back and said grimly, "Kid, this waiter's thing, you'd better not move." Obviously, he had already overbearingly taken everything within the entire grotto as his own.
Wei Wuji turned a deaf ear to Moye's words as he came directly before the wreckage, and with a single reach, he had already pulled out the stone knife from the wreckage's chest.
"Kid, our Marquis' words are not listened to, die."
A bellowing voice rang out violently from behind Wei Wuji, a demonic warrior behind Moye appeared behind Wei Wuji like a phantom, along with a bellowing voice, a fist with a sen senile demonic aura had already blasted towards Wei Wuji's undershirt.
"Wuji, be careful."
"Brother Wei."
The three of them, Qian Tu, were startled, and with a movement of their bodies, they wanted to strike.
However, they saw Wei Wuji, who had his back to that Demon Warrior, sidestep his head without looking back and also met that Demon Warrior with a punch.
The people present were all startled, and some secretly said, "It's over, that teenager is dead!"
Double fist intersection, only to hear a click, a cold light flashed, that the Demon Warrior high-level Demon with a muffled sound, the foot has not yet landed, has already been transformed into an ice sculpture in the air, smashed down on the ground with a bang.
Boom sound, the ice sculpture landed instantly after the collapse of the opening, that was frozen demon in the blink of an eye has been with the shattering of the ice sculpture, turned into a flying around the ice foam, even a little bit of slag is not left, leaving only one in the ground dripping spinning demon crystals.