Reaper's Wings

"idiot!"

Emperor Wu of the Saint Clan shouted violently, and his figure suddenly disappeared beside Song Dong. The powerful air current pushed Song Dong aside. Song Dong, who already had several dead souls of Emperor Wu under his command, immediately felt that this Emperor Wu of the Saint Clan was indeed better than ordinary Emperor Wu. Even stronger, followed by two screams. Although Emperor Wu of the Saint Clan killed the beast with one blow, the Saint Clan of the junior level of King Wu still couldn't dodge completely, and a big hole was pulled out of his body. If it wasn't for the rescue of Emperor Wudi of the Saint Race, he would definitely die on the spot.

"How many times have I said that you can't slack off until the last moment. If I wasn't here this time, you would have been torn in half by that beast."

The injured Saint Clan wailed in pain, while the other three were silent, with an open-minded appearance, but Song Dong clearly saw the sarcasm in the corner of his eyes. The Saint Clan has unique advantages, but it also gave birth to some high-spirited people. Among Yu Ding's clansmen, Song Dong found that although these saint clan warriors were all at the level of a martial king, they seemed to have never been in the world, and their combat experience was also very lacking.

Protection is good, but overprotection is wrong.

"Come here, boy."

Suddenly the Emperor Wu of the Saint Race pointed at Song Dong and shouted, Song Dong was stunned for a moment and then ran over immediately, just in time to see Emperor Wu of the Saint Race throwing a jade bottle over.

"Rub these ointments evenly on his wound."

"Oh!"

While Song Dong agreed, he showed fear and admiration to Emperor Wudi of the Holy Clan without a trace, and immediately made him smile in his heart, obviously thinking that he had just killed the beast with one blow and frightened the human being.

But before he was quiet for a few minutes, he heard another scream.

"You mean human being, you're hurting me, idiot."

"what!"

Song Dong was subconsciously punched by the injured Wu Wang Saint Clan and immediately flew several meters away. If it wasn't for Song Dong's superb acting skills, it would be difficult to grasp the movement of flying several meters.

Emperor Wudi of the Saint Clan looked, the injured King Wu had just wiped half of the ointment at this time, obviously Song Dong accidentally touched his wound when he was applying it.

With no combat experience, refusing to listen to repeated teachings, and yelling when hurt, what is left of the saints except arrogance.Tens of thousands of races coexist, some are striving to become stronger, while others are rotten.

"Okay, you are already far behind. Hurry up and finish applying the ointment and we have to hurry. I don't think you want to be the last few."

As for Emperor Wu, the injured King Wu was still very scared, so he called Song Dong over again and said in a low voice, "If you hurt me again this time, be careful of your life." His life, and Song Dong naturally agreed with trepidation, and no longer intentionally hurt him.

Not far away, Emperor Wu of the Saint Clan shook his head again when he saw this scene, and at the same time thought in his heart that this human should know that we are not his clan, but the clan of Saints.

After applying the ointment, Song Dong stepped aside and became completely quiet, except that the desire and pleading in the eyes of Emperor Wu of the Holy Clan occasionally seemed to be telling something.The other three saint martial kings had already rested at the side, as if turning a blind eye to Song Dong, and the injured Wu Wang gradually calmed down. Song Dong saw that his wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that the crystal Baiyao ointment has a miraculous effect on trauma.

Three hours later, Emperor Wudi of the Saint Clan gave the order to set off again!

"You follow us, but I won't protect you. Whether you can survive depends on your fate."

Song Dong immediately agreed with ecstasy to the words of Emperor Wu of the Saint Race. The other four Emperor Wu of the Saint Race showed sarcasm, even the Emperor Wu who was helped by Song Dong to wipe the ointment just now. The saints dared to join the trial team of their Saint Martial King, they really wanted to die, but they didn't know that this human boy whom they looked down upon was going to undergo a more terrifying trial than them.

"My cheap master, you need to drive more fierce beasts over, these free thugs are hard to find."

This is why Song Dong is ecstatic. He has rested for three hours in vain, and the Devourer must be very angry.

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"Damn it, why are there so many ferocious beasts? Is this a test for me or a test for them!"

Even in the central area of ​​the Panlong Mountains, the fierce beasts of the Dawu King level only appear occasionally at a certain distance, but now there are waves of fierce beasts of the Dawu King level, and the four saint martial kings in the first two waves can still deal with it. , but from the third wave one was injured one after another, and now all four of them have already died, and Song Dong, who was indistinct before, has become the most important role at this time, wiping the ointment and taking care of the four wounded .

Saints are born with high talents, but their breeding is much more difficult than humans. Naturally, they are not as precious as lowly humans. When there is a situation that threatens their lives, it is natural for the elders to protect them It's a matter of fact, so from the fifth wave onwards, this Emperor Wu of the Saint clan fought alone, and occasionally took care of the four younger clansmen, so it's no wonder that he was angry.

Song Dong was happy to be at leisure, except for occasionally applying some ointment, carrying a person or something, he didn't need to fight.

"Let the storm come more violently!" My teacher should be about to make a big move.

Seeing that both sides are uncomfortable, Song Dong will feel better.However, Song Dong's wish hadn't been fulfilled yet, and soon he felt another tyrannical aura approaching rapidly. Since he dared to try here, how could the saints have no emergency measures? Here comes another Emperor Wu, two Emperor Wu It's too extravagant to protect four testers.

The addition of the new Martial Emperor made the whole team much smoother. Great Martial King beasts seldom appeared in groups. One Martial Emperor was enough to deal with everything. Moving forward, the trial team seemed to be back on track again. When encountering weaker beasts, the four Only when King Wu makes a move, Emperor Wu will only make a move with "irresistible" power, and they also acquiesced to the existence of Song Dong, the "little tail", not because of Song Dong's help just now, but because he is not threatening. The saints also did not connect the abnormality of King Dawu with the appearance of Song Dong.

Afterwards, everything seemed to be calm, the Great Wu King's threat to Emperor Wu was too low, and the Devourer Demon seemed to know that it was useless, so he didn't drive the beasts over. It was the same within a few days, making the four big King Wu is successfully carrying out his own trials.

The team set off early this morning, and the Emperor Wu who joined temporarily had already left first. Seeing this scene, Song Dong knew that the trial of the saints had come to an end. Sure enough, he did not encounter any fierce beasts along the way, and he would come soon After arriving at a higher mountain peak, many teams had already arrived before them, each of them was a Martial Emperor with three to five trainees, all of them were arrogant and abnormal, as if they had completed the trials to come here Taking one step is a very fulfilling thing. I don't know how many people would have come here if it weren't for those guarding Emperor Wu.

When Song Dong also had to admit the background of the saint clan, fourteen or five emperors could be mobilized in one trial, and this was only a figure on the surface. In secret, he didn't know how many emperors were there, even the great emperor, Compared with the human world, there is not much difference, but the spiritual head of the human world is definitely not comparable to these saints who stand on a high ground.

Friends gathered, and those who were acquainted naturally stood together. The Martial Kings that Song Dong followed were also scattered among the small groups. Naturally, the human beings who rely on them to steal their lives will not think highly of them. Song Dong can only pass it on their lips once, and then forget about it. All the trainees looked at the mountain peak.

Coming here is not the end of the trial, climbing to the top is the last step. This mountain has been emptied by the saints, and there is no danger of threatening these testers. The guards behind, Emperor Wu, will leave. The testers make the final summit to win the championship.

As an outsider, Song Dong could only stand cautiously in the most marginal area. No one of the saints paid attention to him. His eyes were lowered, as if he was too inferior to dare to look up at the geniuses of the saints, but his ears were Listening to all directions and collecting all kinds of information, those saint warriors didn't have the slightest shyness.

Among them, what Song Dong heard the most was the champion and the holy fruit of silver blood. Song Dong knew the meaning of the champion, and the holy fruit of silver blood, Song Dong began to think about it in his mind. An accidental piece of information is extracted.

The holy fruit of silver blood can greatly enhance the blood of the warrior. The holy fruit of silver blood that is more than a thousand years old can strengthen the blood of the emperor by [-]%, and the holy fruit of silver blood that is more than [-] years is even more harmful to the blood of the emperor. It can be strengthened, and it is an unworldly spirit.

Song Dong's eyes lit up at this moment, the Silver Blood Sacred Fruit, if he participated in this trial and tried with these saint martial kings, winning the championship and obtaining the Silver Blood Sacred Fruit would be like picking something out of a bag.

But it's not that there is no chance at all. Song Dong thought of the nightmare of the Devourer in his heart, and there has been no movement for many days.

"Master, work harder!"

At this moment, a Great Martial Emperor Lin Kong, who was the person in charge of this trial of the Saint Race, said some words of encouragement, and Song Dong felt endless majesty. This Great Martial Emperor of the Saint Race must have passed through blood and iron. Out of the trial battle, it is absolutely impossible for a top race to have only unruly people.

Immediately he began to order the trial to begin, and all the trialists rushed to the top of the mountain, and all the emperors stopped at the foot of the mountain to look at their own descendants, hoping to select the descendants who could be passed on.

However, soon the faces of these Martial Emperors changed, and the great Martial Emperor had already left the place, but Song Dong smiled.

"Nightmare, it's time to come!"

Lifting his head that had been drooping all the time, Song Dong looked at the silver blood holy fruit at the mountain peak and waved to him, quietly mobilizing the power of space, Song Dong's figure disappeared where the Emperor Wu didn't pay attention.