In the present world, the suburbs of Yingzhou.
Standing in front of a ruined temple with his hands in his hands, in the ghostly light behind him, lay three seriously injured Youying Clan demons.
There are also more than a dozen young monsters of about the same age.
They are all Phantom Demon Clans, and the injuries on their bodies are different from old to new.
All of them are ugly.
The people under the mountain were full of voices, and the officers and soldiers and warlocks joined forces to search the mountain.
"Young master, those warlocks' search talismans have come up three times, what should we do?"
The young man with the bandage on his hand was about the same age as the melancholy, but unlike the calm of the melancholy, the young man's face was pale, and there was obvious fear in his eyes.
"Stay here, I'll meet them down."
Gloomy opened the barrier, shook the young man's shoulder, and turned to go down the mountain.
The boy stared blankly at his back, his eyes sparkling.
"Young master, we have been abandoned......
Why are you still working so hard?
” He muttered.
After leaving the Moonlight Sea for a few months, the young Youkai of the Shadow Clan were frantically hunted and rounded up by waves of madness.
There are all sorts of reasons.
Those who want their demon yuan, those who want to eat their meat, and those who want bones to refine their weapons......
Of all shapes and sizes.
Danger is like a nightmare that hangs over every young youkai of the Shadow Clan.
When they first enter the WTO, they do not know how to protect themselves and hide themselves, and they always suffer losses.
If he hadn't been born with strong demonic power, he would have died hundreds of times.
The news of the young youkai of the Phantom Clan entering the world spread farther and farther, weaving a more dangerous aura.
More than a dozen of the same kind have been killed and injured, and each demon must not die well.
Even the hair was carved up.
Not to mention finding a way to cure Yushu, just trying to find a way to keep themselves alive has already exhausted them with all their strength.
After many blows, they began to look for each other's kindred, preparing to increase their strength to resist the pursuit.
Actually, they were very puzzled, they just came to the present world to secretly find a way to cure Yushu, and they didn't do anything heinous, why should they be treated like this?!
Later, the young ones saw through it.
There is no need for a reason at all, just greed.
At the beginning of the team, they did successfully resist a few crazy pursuits.
But the other youkai and warlocks also learned to join forces and began to disintegrate them little by little.
If it weren't for the timely appearance of melancholy, where would there still be these people who are still alive?
The young master is still the powerful young master, but his personality has changed.
No longer high up and unattainable, he will care about every one of his kind.
They will even take the initiative to protect the less skilled.
In Lingxu Island, let alone protection, he is kind if he doesn't speak coldly and strike hard.
Surviving and having a chance to breathe, they deduced a chilling truth from their brains.
The young Shadow Clan demons were thrown out as a cover to attract attention, allowing the older and mature monsters to search for a cure for the Jade Tree without being disturbed.
In the beginning, their ambition was treated as a joke!
A bold demon told this inference to the gloom, and as a young master, he was also the object of abandonment.
His words should show everyone a way to live.
But after hearing this, he didn't say anything, but sat with the crow on the bare branches of the tree all night.
The next day, he stood in front of everyone with a pair of blue eyes.
"I know that everyone is uncomfortable, and I am not feeling well.
But there must always be a demon who stands up to draw his attention, and you have also seen the attitude towards the Phantom Clan in this world.
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If you can't keep Lingxu Island, the Moonlight Sea will disappear ......"
Halfway through his speech, his neck froze.
The rest of the words choked in his throat, and his neck was sour.
The autumn wind swept and curled his satin-like black hair.
The hairpin of the dark cloud and the moon shone brightly in the setting sun, he turned his head and looked at the slanting sun: "My life is my own, I understand." ” "If you want to stay and continue to fight with warlocks and other youkai, I welcome you.
I don't blame you for choosing to leave.
Decide for yourselves. ” Gloomily lowered his eyelids and hid the light from his eyes.
The young youkai standing behind him were silent, and although their faces were depressed, none of them chose to leave.
They stood with him and watched the sun slowly sink.
Behind him, the row of shadows stretched long, each as thin as the shadow.
They are demons born after the moon, and they are not good at living in a world of half sun and half moon.
The world is very unfriendly to them, not only to starve, but also to constantly run for their lives......
Only a glimmer of hope in my heart still exudes warmth, heal the jade tree, and keep the moonlight sea.
Otherwise, every youkai of the Phantom Clan will really be homeless and displaced.
As night fell, a demon asked how the noisy Ukitaki was doing.
The other demons could only shake their heads, and they didn't know what to say.
He has been separated from her since he came to this world, and he doesn't even know whether the other party is alive or dead.
Therefore, when he was looking for a cure for Yushu, he was also looking for a girl who didn't forget to bring the flying fish grass given by his father when he went out.
Every time he faced off with a warlock, he would leave a living question, just to find out the girl's whereabouts.
The words hidden in his heart have never been spoken, and he believes that no news is the best news.
He was more convinced that a guy as smart as Ukitaki would live well.
Heartless girl, you must be good!
He slammed into the warlock formation again, and the demon fire turned into a blade, and from a tricky angle, he avoided the magic circle and stabbed at the warlock hiding behind.
There are monsters who want to make a profit from the fisherman, but they are also beaten by him, and they kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
The status of the Phantom Ying Clan above the Four Elephant Great Demons is not in vain.
Those guys in the broken temple will be injured, but it is because they usually neglect to cultivate, and now they are extremely inexperienced on the spot, so they will be chased and beaten again and again.
When this wave of attacks passes, they will be captured and trained well!
Save him a monster tired and tired, and throw out countless demon knives with melancholy, his demon knives carry fire, can penetrate the thick magic circle, cut the magic weapon, is the most powerful weapon in the world.
Fortunately, the Candlelight Clan of the Hidden God Clan didn't come out to make trouble, otherwise he wouldn't have survived for so long.
He fought bloodily at the foot of the mountain, and outside the ruined temple on the mountain, the monsters came out one after another.
They looked at the points of fighting energy that burst out from the bottom of the mountain, and their faces were anxious.
Finally, a young man couldn't help but say, "Everyone who can move will follow me down to help!"
” With that, he flew up and disappeared into the air.
The rest of the youkai also exchanged glances with each other, drawing courage from each other's eyes.
"If you put yourself to death and come back to life, I don't believe that I will be beaten all the time!"
The other roared and fled directly.
As he disappeared, a girl with braided hair and waist walked up, and she conjured a dazzling sword with demonic fire: "I don't want to be a shield for cover, I want to make a sword for sheathing." ” "I still have to go home so I don't die here!"
The clear-eyed boy also stood beside the girl.
A gust of wind passed, and the temple gate was empty.
Only the howling wind swept the sound of fierce fighting under the mountain.