Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"This white ape..."

"it's wired."

"Why look at its actions just now, it looks like a human being."

"Could it be..."

The giant ax youth frowned deeply, his brain was running crazily, and his eyes were serious.

After a long time, he murmured to himself: "The white apes have imitated humans to such an extent..."

"Today, no matter what, we must find a chance to kill it."

"Otherwise, if you get out of the God Market, if you can solve your own talent problem, this white ape will be a serious disaster for the adult race!"

The eyes of the giant ax youth became more and more determined, and he even had the will to die.

Just sitting on the ground, recovering his physical strength.

There is no intention of leaving at all.

It seemed that he was really waiting for the white ape to come out.

……

"hiss..."

"This egg..."

mountain top.

The old man had a splitting headache at this moment, and his eyes were full of regret.

Why did I have a brain twitch at the beginning, and insisted on taking such a job!

Since I kicked myself that day, the egg has been experiencing various changes every day.

If you are not careful, the cracks on the eggs will become a little bigger.

"The old man has always kept his word!"

"If you say that you hand over the egg to him intact, it must be intact!"

The old man gritted his teeth.

In order to accomplish this goal, in the past few days, I didn't even sit and play, and just kept transporting energy into the egg.

Even trying to find a way to use energy to repair cracks in eggshells.

inside the egg.

The young bird was already limp and limp.

The eyes that were barely able to be opened were filled with the look of lovelessness.

Own...

So weak.

Can't even be born.

And in the past few days, for some reason, the eggshell has become harder and harder.

In the beginning, it was easy to knock out cracks.

Now...

With all your strength, it is not bad to have a crack.

Even after fighting Eggshell for a period of time, I always feel that my body has become stronger.

but...

It is still too difficult to break out of the shell.

Judging from the rate at which the eggshell is hardening every day, in a few days, I will...

Maybe it's about to be the first bird to be suffocated in an eggshell.

Of course, it doesn't understand these things either.

It's just a little bit of ignorant animal instinct, in its mind, maybe birth...is such a difficult thing.

Flapping the wings that have not yet grown feathers.

The young bird stubbornly climbed up again, swaying its body crookedly, with longing for life in its eyes.

Launched a fierce attack on the eggshell again!

Vaguely, outside the eggshell.

The voice that disgusted it faintly sounded again at this moment.

"Hiss...here it is again!"

"What kind of change has happened to this egg!"

"The old man's kick, logically speaking, shouldn't have such a series of changes."

"It's weird!"

The old man sat beside the egg, with the same expression of pain on his face.

It doesn't look much better than the baby bird in the eggshell.

Covering his head, he let out a howl.

He raised his hands tremblingly, purified the energy for a long time, made it mild, and then radiated it out of the body, which made his condition not very good.

His face was a little pale.

Swallowed.

Thinking of the lofty ambitions he had made before, he sighed and shook his head.

"Old man..."

"No more pretense!!!"

In the end, in this deserted mountain, only the old man's voice kept echoing.

It sounded utterly dire.

I see pity.

……

"How... how..."

Zhao Zicheng's hair was already wet with sweat, and he held a knife in one hand, with a dignified expression, and he spoke out of breath.

A middle-aged man stood opposite him with a fierce look in his eyes, his body filled with murderous aura.

It just didn't look too good, and his face turned pale.

is approaching.

Behind Zhao Zicheng, Artest looked a little embarrassed, with stab wounds all over his body.

Dabai also lay weakly on the ground.

"Ah..."

"I can't figure it out all the time, you little guys..."

"There are even three senses."

"Dare to offer a reward to me, a person who has awakened five times?"

"I admit, your awakened object..."

"Very characteristic."

When he said this, the middle-aged eyes were still a little wet, and they were covered with bloodshot eyes.

But soon, the sneer resumed: "But..."

"It's too whimsical."

"A group of ants don't just want to kill my elephant."

"And..."

"Breakthrough?"

"How can such a story that only happens in a novel script happen to you?"

"It's amazing..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Mu Yu, who had been sitting cross-legged at the back, suddenly had a surge of energy.

Silently opened his eyes, and calmly looked at the middle-aged man.

A smile even colder than that of a middle-aged man was slightly outlined at the corner of his mouth.

"It's ridiculous."

Mu Yu said lightly, finishing what the middle-aged man hadn't finished.

But it seemed a little sarcastic.

"Perhaps, it's because you, the villain, talk a lot like in the novel, that's why we have a better substitute environment!"

Zhao Zicheng wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Wood, we two... overthrow a five senses today!"

"Tomorrow, I will do Xu Datou!"

Zhao Zicheng yelled, his eyes still filled with madness.

Mu Yu frowned slightly: "Wood?"

"Yeah, how suitable your nickname is."

"It's obviously not that kind of cold personality."

"I have to be an amateur boss, like a piece of wood."

Zhao Zicheng talked and laughed.

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly: "So what if you have four senses?"

"The dark pavilion keeps me to practice for you arrogant students."

"Today, my whetstone broke your blade!"

As the voice fell, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, and the energy in his body surged, constantly recovering his physical strength.

"Four senses..."

"Still unable to enter the body..."

Mu Yu gently stroked the cold tombstone, and murmured to himself: "When there was no Boss Yu, I was the... best... student of Mo Academy..."

"Or..."

"Look at the human race, this year..."

"My talent and strength, Mu Yu, is the second one."

"Why do you ignore me?"

There was still some confusion in Mu Yu's voice, as if he was asking and answering himself.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Zicheng's back.

Mu Yu suddenly realized something.

Perhaps, as Zhao Zicheng said, I...are I really imitating Yu Sheng?

"I, Mu Yu, also have my own path to invincibility..."

"Yu Sheng is not here, I, Mu Yu..."

"Be king."

The tone gradually became firm from the initial blankness.

Looking at the middle-aged man opposite, Mu Yu smiled.

Wisps of black gas crazily gushed out from the tombstone in his hand, filling the air.