Under the calm wilderness, there is a crude camp with shadows traveling through it.

It seemed that he sensed the atmosphere of Attis and his party, and there were demon men walking out of it.

They looked hideous and looked at the Adis and others outside. While their eyes were red, they couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

They have never seen such a team. It's not just that they dare to approach the demon's camp, but also that they are different.

After several months of training by Artis, behind Artis, dozens of selected tribesmen stood neatly in line behind him. Even when these demons appeared, there was no strange sound, just calm. Watching them.

But these demons didn't think much, the tyranny in their minds rushed forward, and they rushed forward with red eyes, longing for blood.

"A group of poor worms infected by demons."

Attis looked at them pityingly. Although these half-devils transformed from humans seem to have acquired powerful bodies and powers, they are actually only infected by the demon, and even their own consciousness cannot be kept.

He waved his hand. Behind him, several ten captains stepped forward and shouted, "Chong!"

Dozens of ordinary clansmen in a neat line greeted dozens of hideous demons.

"Are you looking for death!" A demon grinned, carrying scales and bone spurs on his body, and rushed forward.

However, the envisioned scene of flesh and blood flying in the future did not come, and the man swiftly avoided.

"Impossible!" The demon screamed, and then suffered a pain in his body. Several spears stabbed, and the powerful force directly broke through the demon's powerful body defense and pierced into the flesh and blood.

In the distance, seeing the battle below, Artis sneered.

This group of people was personally selected by him and trained in a special way, and each of them has practiced the bloodline secret method that he has personally improved. Although the increase in combat power was not obvious because of the short period of time, there was no pressure to kill these demons under the siege.

After all, these demons are just ordinary people infected by magic power. Although they are stronger than ordinary people, a single knight level can sweep countless people.

The battlefield below gradually stalemate. Occasionally, when someone is injured, Artis gently waved his hand, turning a weak divine power into a healing technique, allowing the person to recover.

This method not only made the demon on the opposite side curse and cheat directly, but also boosted the morale of Attis.

However, following the glue, the four-armed demon that had been hidden inside also came out.

"Is there no six-armed demon?" Attis's thoughts echoed.

However, this is also normal. As the royal family of the four-armed demon, the six-armed demon is often the direct bloodline of the demon lord.

Attis looked down and saw that the few weaker demons below had fallen, and only a few strong ones were still supporting.

He didn't mean to continue at once, his blood surged and turned into combat skills, and a huge cross bloodstain rushed forward.

Suddenly, the four-armed demon was horrified, and was torn to shreds directly under this power, unable to resist even a little bit.

Seeing this scene, Artis shook his head.

When the battle below was over, Attis quickly rescued the slaves held here and escorted them back to the tribe.

That's it, after a few months.

A crimson light pierced the sky, carrying a terrifying magic.

A young man who looked like a normal person looked at Yuan and frowned.

It can be seen that this is the previous battlefield. The place was full of corpses of some demon, not only ordinary demon, but also real four-armed demon, with horror on his face, as if he could not believe that he was beheaded.

Looking at these corpses, the young man lowered his head, and several pieces of flesh grew out of his cyan arm, which turned into tentacles and swallowed a corpse in front of him.

"Well, it's been a long time since death, and..."

The young man slowly closed his eyes, and a fragment of memory emerged in his mind, revealing the last memory of the deceased.

He was a very handsome young man, but he was fifteen or six years old, but he was very powerful, full of blood and energy, and he killed all the demons in the same place in one fell swoop.

He showed a different color: "This power, and the power of a strong bloodline, is it of the same race?"

"No, the bloodline power is a bit wrong. It's not like our demon, but it's like a situation where the bloodline secret technique is practiced to a very high degree."

"Then, it is an ordinary human with a powerful bloodline. As for the return of the bloodline, or other reasons, it is not clear."

He lowered his head to think, the doubt in his mind subsided a little.

The secret bloodline of this world comes from the four-armed demon, who has extremely high requirements for bloodline. Unless it is a person with other strong bloodlines, it is impossible to practice successfully.

"However, at this age, to the point where he can cultivate, this talent must have a very powerful bloodline." In a blink of an eye, he thought with some trepidation: "From the memory of the deceased, his current strength is not It's too strong, don't alarm Your Majesty Ola."

"Moreover, such a powerful blood, if it can be swallowed, it will definitely make my strength even further."

He thought so, and a little bit of fangs gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the next moment, a powerful magical power burst out, submerging the place. He was flying in the air, heading directly in the other direction.

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"Huh?" On the other side, Atis on the road raised his head with some doubts.

"Master Patriarch, what's the matter?" a guard asked respectfully next to him.

"It's okay..." Artis shook his head, but there was a little haze in his eyes.

"finally come."

Several thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Calculating the time, it is indeed almost the same. However, because of the remoteness of the tribe, it should take a long time for the other party to find me."

"We can't go out anymore during this time, we must hurry up and improve our strength."

A faint sense of crisis rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but command to the people around him: "Pass the order and speed up."

As the order was issued, the speed of the queue speeded up again. On the second day, Attis returned to the tribe.

From a distance, after so long of growth, the natural old trees seem to have grown a lot, and the branches and leaves are blowing in the wind, looking very majestic.

And in the tree, there is a strong breath of divine power permeating. The faint realm of nature is shrouded in this surrounding, affecting the surrounding scene and bringing natural vitality.

After returning to this realm of God, Artis only felt lightened all over, the sense of crisis pervading Yuan himself faded a bit and became a lot easier.

This is the blessing of the ancient tree, giving Yatis a natural home court advantage here.

He strode forward, looking at the ancient tree, his arms stretched out, and he stroked the ancient tree's body quietly.

With the contact, the old tree shone slightly, and huge divine power began to gush out.