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Chapter 181 Desolate Ancient
The body feels a bit inconsistent.

This feeling of incongruity is worse than revival, so Ning Luo can't control his body, and can only use these eyes to observe the scene in front of him.

This is a barren ancient place, there is no sea of ​​blood, and there is no plateau.

Layers of rocks overlap, forests are vast.

Just like its ancient name, what you see is full of desolation, as if you have returned to the wild where civilization has not yet been opened.

Ning Luo's mood gradually calmed down.

"Hu really came back, and my consciousness has not been swallowed."

"Fortunately, I brought destiny."

The cave is secluded, unyielding, and the heart is like still water, all three are indispensable.

The heart is like still water to ensure peace of mind, and unyielding is to prevent accidents on the body.

Dongyou was shelved by Ning Luo earlier, and has been dusty for a long time, because its effect of increasing the speed of spiritual consciousness cultivation is useless.

And although the built-in pupil technique can trace back the remaining traces of aura, and can look at ghosts with lingering thoughts, it has no room to play in Dust Abyss and Desolate Prison.

However, if it is used to trace back the ancient times, it is worthy of use.

The scene in front of me was a chaotic scene, thousands of beasts galloped, and groups of monsters fled.

Looking around is full of bloody fights, and there is no pure land.

Through the two arms of the first-person perspective, Ning Luo can definitely conclude that this memory does come from a certain human race.

Most of them are the emperor.

His battle robe was stained with blood, his palms were clenched tightly, and he hid behind a thick old tree, staring at the chaos in front of him.

Ning Luo could feel the monstrous killing intent in his heart.

It doesn't look like a purely pathological desire for tyranny, but more of a kind of unwillingness, a kind of hatred.

This is a novel perception.

So much so that Ning Luo himself was somewhat affected by it, and his hostility rose.

"Calm! Calm! Calm!"

Ning Luo's emotions are already very easily influenced by the outside world, and he is self-aware of this.

His usual indifference mostly comes from active repression. Although his mood is prone to fluctuations, fortunately, he has a strong self-control ability, so it will not radiate the whole body.

This is also the instinct of social fear.

When conditions permit, Ning Luo will try his best to actively digest his emotions, and try not to affect others.

So the current special situation is actually very familiar to him.

Isn't it just hard to restrain your emotions?

Whether it's an aggrieved plot while reading a book, or being ridiculed by a bad dog like Ye Chen before, Ning Luo will do the same.

But he can also control it.

Although destiny also has blessings, it comes more from Ning Luo's instinct.

After all, mood bonuses are based on percentages.

Even if it is the A-level "Heart Like Still Water", it will not press Ning Luo's scalp and sternly order: "Don't be angry! Don't have emotions!"

That's impossible.

Emotions belong to oneself, destiny is only an auxiliary means.

Ning Luo stabilized his mind, thus being able to fully see everything in the past, and his consciousness is no longer fragmented.

The ancient war seems to have nothing to do with the human race.

Monsters and beasts are fighting each other, Chilongs are entrenched, and ostriches are singing.

And the one in the middle of the turmoil was obviously the legendary Yaozun Baxia.

That is, the body of the plateau, the ancestor of Haiyan.

There are actually problems here.

Because the blood of the dragon descendants is very special, Baxia is one of the nine sons of the dragon, and he is the heir of the real dragon, with a constant blood.

Therefore, no matter who was born to this Yaozun Baxia, at least he must have the blood of a real dragon.This bloodline will only fade gradually, it will not change because of his combination with any clan, and there is no way to sublimate to a real dragon.

A pure-blooded true dragon can roam the void and cross the galaxy, and its strength level is far better than that of the barren prison.

If the real dragon suppressed this world, there would be no chaos in Huanggu.

Therefore, most of the real dragons are not in the wild prison world, or they may not belong to the wild prison at all.

Considering that the only dragon descendant recorded in the barren prison is Ba Xia.
So it probably just passed by the barren prison, and then left a seed by the way.

It's also scumbag enough.

That being the case, the birth of Nahaxia will inevitably be squeezed out by the indigenous demon clan of the barren prison, which will cause chaos.

Perhaps this is the cause of the ancient war.

Of course, this is just Ning Luo's guess.

In the chaos, the owner of this body moved.

Ning Luo saw that he was holding a metal saber, quietly approaching the ruins of the dense forest full of corpses.

This shows that the human race at that time had the ability to smelt, and most of them had civilization.But the instinctive fear in his heart is enough to prove that the human race may not be dominant in the ancient times.

Ning Luo bent down, cut open the remains of the monster beasts, and picked up their internal organs, especially the hearts and livers.

"Sure enough, as early as in ancient times, the human race realized the importance of the heart and liver for blood refining."

Ning Luo's heart trembled, now he seems to be doing two things at once, he can do the work at hand and think calmly at the same time.

He watched himself collect the heart and liver of the monster with a huge leather bag, and looked around in panic, for fear of being noticed by the monster.

Seeing that no one was watching around, Ning Luo stepped on a pool of blood that covered his ankles, and under the cover of the dense forest, harvested the corpses of the monster race.

On the road, I also encountered a few monsters that turned into humans.

Transformation requires excellent blood, and at least comparable to the strength of the six realms of later generations.

But since the Yaozu turned into humans in this kind of battle, there is only one reason, and that is that they were injured and needed to avoid the battle.

Ning Luo watched as he leaned down, his breathing was short of breath, and his forehead was sweating.

Then when he was hundreds of meters away from the Yaozu, he started to sprint violently!
He couldn't hear the inner voice of this body, but he could vaguely understand his intentions.

The reason why he shot so early was because he knew very well that he had no way to escape the wild intuition of the monster race.

Once he continued to get close, even the seriously injured Yaozu would be able to detect his aura.

Then he will lose the opportunity.

"The thinking is quite clear, and he is a ruthless person."

Ning Luo judged in his heart, but his body shot out like a arrow!

The riotous energy and blood filled his limbs and bones, endowing him with sea-surmounting power that surpassed the seven realms!
The long wind blows, and the sonic boom suddenly rises!
boom!
The sword swept across!

The demon clan died.

The corners of Ning Luo's mouth twitched in his heart: "Isn't this the strength of the sea-covering realm? Why is the Moshan Yaozu who was seriously injured so cowardly? Is it too steady?"

This is Ning Luo's preconceived idea.

Those who travel through have the blessing of destiny, and those who are chosen by God have accumulated far beyond this world, so killing enemies across borders is very common.

However, the battles between the natives, especially the ancient civilizations that have not yet fully formed, and the games between monsters do not have such a big gap in talent.Even the blood of the monster race is stronger, so even though the realm seems to be higher, the human race dare not be careless.

What's more, the so-called transforming demons and shaking mountains, moving mountains and seas, are all classifications of realms by later generations.

There is no such subdivision in Huanggu.

If there is a standard for judging strength, it is mostly just the distinction of the status of Demon King, Demon Emperor, and Demon Venerable.

There is no clear definition, and the cultivation system is also different, so how does the human race determine whether the strength of the two sides is better?

No.

So he can only be careful.

However, taking advantage of this battle, Ning Luo has a [-]% probability that this body is probably the Human Sovereign.

Because of his strength, he deserves to be the emperor.

After the death of the monster clan, the remnant body turned into the appearance of a monster again, but the body and head had already been separated.

Ning Luo cut out his heart and liver, glanced angrily at the warring demon clan, and then quietly fled away.

The field of vision flickered, and when Ning Luo realized, he had already appeared in a human settlement.

The sky was gloomy, and he also felt exhausted, his vision was blurred, and his physical energy was almost gone.

It seemed that he had spent a lot of effort in order to get back.

But this is not good news, because he is too tired to lift his head.

"Tsk, look up, give me a second look!"

Ning Luo can be sure that he must have spied a dream that no one else has ever reached, and there must be some rare information here.

But unfortunately, he couldn't control his neck, he couldn't observe.

Even he was so dazed that he couldn't even hear his voice clearly.

He could only see that the human race beside him was wearing coarse linen clothes, and hurriedly carried away the huge leather bag with a radius of more than ten meters that he was dragging, and then helped him wash his body, and changed into a coarse linen clothes.

"What is this doing?"

"It seems to want to cover up the traces of him going out."

"Could it be that he is not the emperor, but also has a superior?"

The reason will soon become apparent.

A vague voice came from afar.

Ning Luo looked at himself supporting his weak and sick body, bowing down and waiting for the adult to arrive.

Out of the corner of his vision he caught a glimpse of the scales on the back of the man's hand.

That's not a human, it's a demon.

Combined with the phrase "human and animal" that Haiyan yelled at the Blood Ancestor in the previous video, Ning Luo gradually understood everything.

The two sides negotiated for a while, but the adult became furious for some reason, and slapped Ning Luo on the face.

Ning Luo obviously didn't feel any pain, but he felt that he turned around mid-air with superb acting skills, and fell headfirst to the ground.

He got up with difficulty, covered his cheeks, and burned them red with boiling blood.

Then he knelt down and begged, as if he wanted to use his ugly appearance to win the sympathy of the monster race.

Unfortunately to no avail.

Under Ning Luo's watchful eye, he watched with his own eyes that the demon race carefully selected hundreds of human races, half male and female, and left satisfied.

He understood Yaozu's last words before leaving.

The battle of the king of the monster clan, whether it is for blood food or for other purposes, has a great demand for humans and animals.

As animals, if you dare to get sick at will, then I can only kill you all.

We don't want sick animals.

"Is this the so-called human and animal?"

Ning Luo could feel the monstrous anger in his chest!

It turns out that the relationship between the human race and the monster race was like this in the ancient times, so it is reasonable for the human emperor to have a grudge against the monster race.

At least for now, Ning Luo feels that justice should be on the side of the Emperor.

He clenched his fists tightly and watched the Yaozu leave with hundreds of compatriots in their arms. Then he returned to his wooden house full of resentment and lifted the floor.

That is his secret room, and it is also a warehouse where the hearts and minds of the monster race are piled up!

The strong smell of blood came to his nostrils, almost making Ning Luo sick to his stomach.

There are hundreds of viscera of monsters displayed around, and the red-black blood pool even overflowed the calf.

But at this moment, he sat cross-legged in a pool of blood.

Ning Luo's eyes lit up.

Not only is he more convinced of his previous judgment on the identity of the Emperor, but he is even more delighted that this time he went back to the ancient times and it really didn't come in vain.

Because the skill he is urging now is the Wanhua Blood Prison Code.

Moreover, it is still the original without distortion!

(End of this chapter)