Of course, at this moment, Lu Ming is so sensitive to the identity of the demon king in the painting. It is nothing else, because he has not forgotten that he has a large experience fruit in the hands of the other party.

　　 Various signs from 5000 years ago indicate that he has never used this thing since he got it, and there has never been a sudden increase in level.

　　 Otherwise, in the end, it won't end up in a situation where the brave's head will be chopped off with a sword.

　　 Probably because the former demon king was not willing to eat, he encountered a decisive battle with the brave man.

　　 Lu Ming considered that to rule out the possibility that the Demon King’s fruit was stolen and rewarded to his subordinates, the greatest possibility was that the fruit would eventually accompany him into the soil.

　　In other words, if he can find the tomb of the demon king after his death, then he is likely to receive a large fruit income, and his level can finally be improved.

　　 Lu Ming's eyes flickered after seeing the figure of the Demon King in this picture. He didn't continue to look at it, but was thinking about the possibility of searching for the former Demon King's tomb.

　　 Probably... not likely...

　　 In the end, Lu Ming came to this conclusion. The tombs of ancient times, ghosts know what they have become.

　　 The saint on the other side had also finished reading the story on the scroll early. Looking at Lu Ming's unpredictable expression, she looked at him very interestingly and tilted her head.

　　 "Huh? Are you finished?"

　　 Lu Ming soon discovered that the saint's expression was wrong, and immediately reacted, and then asked her casually.

"Ok!"

　　 The saint agreed, then looked at the picture scroll on the wall in front of him with some sigh, and said:

　　 "However, it is really a sad story. The demons princess in it is also a poor person."

　　 Demon Princess?

　　 Lu Ming was taken aback, not knowing what she was talking about, then quickly turned around and read the rest of the scroll before he understood it.

　　 It turned out that this purebred demon young man had a good talent and was appreciated by the demon king. Later, he met the demon king's daughter at a demon banquet and fell in love with her at first sight.

　　 Then he proposed to the Lord Demon King to marry him. The Demon King appreciated his talent very much and decided to marry the Demon Princess to him.

　　 However, the princess didn't seem to like him. After hearing the news, she ran out of the demons and disappeared.

　　 For the rest of his life, this young man only lived in the shadow of missing the princess, and eventually died on the battlefield, depressed.

　　 Sad and pathetic.

　　 After reading it, Lu Ming commented like this, and didn't care much.

　　 then turned his head to the saint who had been staring at him, and asked her:

　　 "In that case, the silver coffin on the top belongs to the young man of the pure blood demon, shall we open it and take a look?"

　　 Of course, the saint nodded, and she was also very curious about what the legendary demons looked like.

　　 After all, she has stayed in the holy capital for many years, and has never seen their human enemy-the demon.

　　 Of course, what the saint doesn't know is that when it comes to demons, there is one by her side.

　　 "Yeah!"

　　 However, what surprised her was that when Lu Ming opened the lid of the coffin, a handsome young man came into her eyes, looking at his face, it turned out to be no different from a human being.

　　 "Is this really... the demon?"

　　 The saint looked at Lu Ming, and then at the young man of the Demon Race. She really couldn't see the difference between this war-dead Demon Race and humans.

　　 Although she had heard about it a long time ago, the appearance of the demons is similar to that of human beings, except that it has two more horns.

　　 But she was surprised to see it.

　　 "The characteristics of this demons are similar to those of the brave adults."

　　 The saint made such a sentence intentionally or unintentionally.

　　 Of course, what she meant was that the characteristics of this demons were similar to humans like Lu Ming.

　　 Lu Ming also knew that the saint did not suspect that he was a demon, but when he heard these words, his expression was a little weird.

　　 "Ah! Hug, sorry, Lord brave!"

After observing the demons in a daze for a long time, the saint took away her curious gaze. After seeing Lu Ming, who was silent and had some wrong expressions, she immediately reacted. She just said something. :

　　 "I, I shouldn't compare you to the Demon Race, Lord Brave. I mean, the characteristics of this Demon Race are the same as ours."

　　 The saint apologized hurriedly, thinking that Lu Ming was angry when she heard that sentence.

　　 After all, the Demon Race is the enemy of the brave man. Hearing someone compares himself with the Demon Race, a brave man would be unhappy.

　　 Facing the saint’s self-blame, Lu Ming suddenly spoke.

　　 just said something that made the saint feel a little strange:

　　 "No, it's nothing, I actually think so too."

　　 After all, I am a demons.

　　 Lu Ming said, a strange smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and the saint's heart was furry when he saw it.

　　 Brave Sir, what is going on, is it really angry?

　　 After all, people react differently after getting angry.

　　 For a while, the saint became very regretful for saying that.

　　 But at this time, a faint green light suddenly appeared in the coffin, and aquamarine particles floated in the air. It was very beautiful, and it immediately attracted the attention of the saint.

"what is this?"

　　 Hill carefully held a green particle, but it was a pity that it passed through the palm of his hand and fell down. It was obvious that these particles were something without shape.

"These are the reactions of the branches of the World Tree when they touch the air~lightnovelpub.net~ Lu Ming is quite ordinary, pointing to the dead wood branch next to the corpse of the demon youth in the coffin. Talking.

　　 The demon race is no better than the blood race. After death, the corpse will be corrupted. Since the young man in front of him is not corrupted, it also shows what pre-corruption method the opponent used.

　　 For example, the branch of the World Tree next to him.

　　 "The world, the world tree?"

　　 Hearing Lu Ming's explanation, the saint looked at the ordinary-looking branch with a very shocked expression.

　　 What the world tree is, of course the saint knows.

　　 In the legend, this is the treasure tree that shelters the entire elves and is the lifeblood of the elves, but with the retreat of the elves, the story of the world tree has also become a legend.

　　 She never thought that the world tree, the source of life in the legend, actually existed in this world.

　　 "Well, it's the World Tree."

　　 Lu Ming nodded, but he was not surprised by this, and told the saint:

　　 "The World Tree is a very famous thing in ancient times. Even if it is just a branch, the life energy contained in it is terrifying."

　　 "As you can see, just a cut of the branch allows this demon youth to retain his dying appearance after more than 5,000 years."

　　 "For this reason, all races in the mainland are coveting the branches of the Elven World Tree."

　　 "But fortunately, the elves are kind-hearted. I never thought about swallowing this thing alone. There are still many branches of the World Tree spread on the mainland."

　　 "Furthermore, the world tree is so big, much taller than the castle, it is completely an inexhaustible resource, so anyone with some status at the time could get this thing."