[Slow Wear] Assassin System

玄魔

Although the gods have long since fallen into an eternal slumber, and the heavenly ladder and the earthly abyss have long since been torn apart, in the lower realms, the worship of the heavenly gods and the earthly beasts still exists.

Temples, altars, and palaces are all the carriers of this kind of worship, and the builders of this kind of carrier can be any race, except the demons.

Demons are different.

All other creatures have their gods who created them. Although the demons are the creations of God Wa, they are not qualified to worship God Wa.

The Demon Race is a race abandoned and expelled by the Mother Goddess.

They no longer have a place in the human world on the ground. They have no destination and can only wander in the closed demon world. They even lost the name of their race, so they can only call themselves "demons".

After Miao Xuan picked up the Mingjing, the projection landed on the ancient altar. He looked up at the damaged sculptures around him, but he couldn't tell what they used to look like anyway.

Broken statues of gods are scattered in the ruins, and only a glimpse of the former splendor and piety can be vaguely seen.

"Xuan, are you there?" Miao Xuan turned around and looked around, but the surroundings were dead silent, only the ghost crystal attached to the projection on the ground was still clear and beautiful.

No one answered him.

Miao Xuan's projection can't be too far away from Mingjing, he has discovered this a long time ago, so Xuan never let Mingjing leave his body, fearing that Phoenix will not be able to find him next time.

Xuan is the name of the little monster.

Seven or eighty years have passed, and the once pitiful little monster has already entered adulthood. Today's Xuan is even taller than Miao Xuan's adult figure, and his face has also undergone earth-shaking changes. Perhaps it is the influence of Miao Xuan's teaching, Xuan Xuan There is a little bit of him in every move.

It is impossible to see that Xuan was a poor little boy with no ethnic group when he was a child.

The little monster learned the language in the first year, and it was only after he was able to communicate normally that Miao Xuan gradually learned about Xuan's life experience.

Most of the demons live in groups, and the powerful ones will naturally annex the weaker ones. Xuan’s mother clan was a massacred loser. I don’t know how Xuan escaped... Miao Xuan can only guess, maybe because Xuan was too young at the time The inconspicuousness was ignored, and it was thanks to the powerful physique of the demons that they survived afterwards.

Speaking of which, he has been Xuan's teacher for decades, but the teacher-student relationship between the two is about to end...

The demon world and the human world are closed to each other, and Miao Xuan's ghost crystal is about to shatter, and the lifespan of the demon race is limited. When Miao Xuan gets the ghost crystal by chance next time, he may see Xuan's descendants.

God's will is unpredictable... Miao Xuan sighed softly.

Today I want to clarify this matter with Xuan, I hope Xuan will not be too sad, after all, he is also a good boy, and he watched him grow up.

But this time it was really strange, Xuan actually put the Mingjingtuo elsewhere instead of carrying it with him... Did he encounter any urgent matter?

Go hunting dangerous things again... this kid.

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Under the gray-blue sky, strange-colored navy-blue flames jump on the wasteland, strange-shaped animals run for their lives, immobile trees are entangled by the flames, and will fall down in a few seconds, like heated grease piece.

A man ran in a panic on the field. His skin was a strange blue-gray color, and it looked even grayer under the light of the flames behind him.

The man ran very fast, but the speed at which the flames spread was not slow. Seeing that the flames were about to catch up with his footsteps, the man became ruthless and accelerated his speed.

This time, he was so fast that he almost became an afterimage.

The flame was quickly left behind by the man, and at the moment when he looked back and couldn't see the flame, and he was relieved, a fire suddenly exploded from his vest, melting him in an instant—the sparks had already attached to him. His back got stuck, no matter how fast he ran, there was only one end.

In the burning flames, a section of a woman's forearm abruptly protruded. Although the skin was light blue, the forearm was plump, the skin on the wrist was like fat, and the five fingers were beautifully shaped, with red decorations on the fingertips.

The five fingers of this hand opened and closed like flower petals, and directly penetrated into the man's ashes. After stirring a few times, it was raised again. This time, a pure black gemstone was caught on the orchid-shaped hand.

After getting what he wanted, his forearm retracted into the flames, and the flames gradually extinguished, disappearing into the cold wind.

Nothing remained but the ashes on the ground.

Thousands of miles away, a blue-skinned woman with scantily clad clothes withdrew her left hand from the flames around her. The flames disappeared. She looked at the black gemstone in her hand and smiled with satisfaction. She turned around and said, "Master, the black stones in the northwest direction have been collected."

On the ground not far from the woman, a pile of black crystal stones were piled up scatteredly, and a man with the head of a bull's horn came over with a leather pouch in his arms, and these black gemstones were also in the bag: "Master, the black stones in the southwest direction have been collected."

Such people were not limited to blue-skinned women and horned men. Dozens of demons came and went, and soon a pile of stones as high as a hill was piled up.

Black stones in all directions could not escape their grasp.

The appearance of this group of demons gathered together is very strange, and the women with green skin and men with bull horns are nothing in the crowd, but even though they are all weird, it cannot be said that they are "not beautiful".

Take the blue-skinned woman as an example. Although her skin color is weird, she has a slender figure with bumps and bumps, and her face is charming and self-satisfied. The light blue skin not only does not make her look ugly, but adds a different charm to her .

The demons are like this, the more powerful the demons are, the more "beautiful" they are, the more charming they are - although no one can bear this kind of beauty.

They even have demon breath flowing in their veins, and the beauty carved by the demon breath can only exist in the demon world.

The black spar piled up into a hill, and the demons coming and going by the hill kept absolute silence, except for reporting the progress of the work, not even a chat or laugh.

And on this black stone hill, sat their master.

The man was dressed in black armor, his long hair was tied casually behind his back, his legs were hanging down, and he was playing with a black stone the size of a baby's fist in his palm boredly.

The strange thing is that the man's status is not low, but the leather armor on his body is not a good thing. It is made of rhinoceros, which is the easiest to hunt, and its production is extremely rough.

The leather armor was simple, and the man exposed a large chest, with smooth texture, like the trend of a mountain.

From the back, the man seemed to be completely different from his slaves. He didn't have any strange parts, and his skin was normal to slightly pale, but as he jumped off the black stone pile, he turned around and revealed his face—— There are also black crystals on her forehead, but the brilliance of these crystals is flowing, bright and mysterious.

The man's eyes have no whites, only the purest black. His eyes are like abysses, as if they can absorb all the light.

These are not eyes that a living creature should have.

The man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the black stone pile. The next moment, the black crystals turned into liquid and flowed into his hands, and disappeared. The black stones turned into energy. Maybe he was full. The black crystals on the man's forehead seemed to be more Brighter.

But the man is not satisfied: "Too little."

The demon clan headed by the green-skinned woman immediately knelt down, and no one spoke. They pressed their foreheads to the rotten soil, like death row prisoners waiting to be executed.

The man didn't care about the slaves who were kneeling on the ground, he just left without giving them any more glances.

It wasn't until the figure of the man disappeared completely that the demons kneeling on the ground finally scattered like birds and beasts. They were actually more panicked and anxious than the little beasts avoiding the flames.

The time Xuan Mo left for them is running out, they have to "sow seeds" quickly, otherwise the next harvest will be filled with their own lives.

There was a dead silence under the gray-blue sky, without any trace of life activity, and the cold wind was blowing, and in this boundless wilderness, there was only a living creature like a mysterious demon left.

He looked up at the collapsed altar in the distance, and quickened his pace.

Can't stop here.

Nothing interesting, and nothing to eat.

Choose Youtan as the next destination. Not only is there a sea of ​​brightly colored flowers, the teacher also likes the stalactites there the most.

He also likes those stalactites. There are many white stones inside, which remind him of his teacher.

Xuanmo walked into the ancient altar. The moment he entered the gate, he immediately caught the white shadow in the altar and heard a familiar call.

"Teacher!" Xuanmo showed the cleanest smile, walked in three steps at a time, and picked up the Mingjing he put on the altar.

He knew decades ago that the teacher cannot be with him all the time.

When he was young, the teacher came to teach him the language almost every day, and as he became stronger, the teacher only appeared every few days.

It can't be too strong... It's better if the teacher can't relax.

"Teacher, you're here." Xuan Mo was rather annoyed, "I encountered some troubles in foraging today, and I kept the teacher waiting for a long time."

Little trouble?Except for the teacher, no living being can cause the slightest fluctuation in his mood.

The silver-haired and silver-eyed Phoenix really said gently: "Is your hunting dangerous? You left me here on purpose. Did you get hurt during this hunting?"

"No." Xuan Mo rolled his eyes, no matter how many times it was, he was always happy to be cared by the teacher, "It's just a few wild beasts, it's just troublesome to make them smoky."

That's not true, but the teacher doesn't like such things as killing the same kind, so he can't let the teacher know.

"Xuan, you don't have talent, so avoid other demons quickly." Fenghuang looked at him with concern, and his shadow was reflected in those pale eyes, "And you don't have a group, don't be bullied by other groups." gone."

Xuanmo raised the corners of his mouth and showed a shy smile: "It's okay, although I don't have talent, they can't catch me, and there is a teacher around, so I have nothing to be afraid of."

Fake, there is nothing in the Demon Realm that can resist his talent, the only obstacle that counts is the lack of food.

And even if he is going to die, as long as there is a teacher by his side, there is nothing to be afraid of...

As long as the teacher is there.

"Teacher, there is another natural disaster in this area, and the creatures are withered. We have to leave quickly." Xuanmo held Mingjing in his hands, "Shall we go to Youtan? The sea of ​​flowers is about to bloom."

There is no natural disaster, there is no such thing in the devil world, but this piece has been eaten up by him, the teacher likes living things, so he can't stay here.

However, to Xuanmo's surprise, Fenghuang did not accept his suggestion as usual, but seemed a little hesitant.

"You Tan..." He frowned his pretty eyebrows, "You Tan may...not work."

At this moment, Xuan Mo suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he immediately changed a suggestion: "Then let's go to Xueyuan, the cloud bird has already migrated there, if it is there, the teacher must like it."

Although Yunniao is just a gray and white bird in front of the teacher, the teacher was also very interested when he saw it for the first time, wasn't he?

Fenghuang didn't agree, he fell silent, and sighed softly after a long time.

Even in the dim altar, he seemed to be shining, his pale silver hair was like the most transparent ice and snow, and even his lips, which could be called the only crimson color, were so thin.

Shallow as if to melt away.

The Phoenix is ​​different from the Demon Realm.

The mysterious demon has traveled all over the demon world, but he can't find any creatures that resemble the phoenix. There is only dim light, gloomy color patches, gorgeous and strange plants, and everything is full of color.

Only there is no faint halo.

Xuan Mo knew early on that Phoenix did not belong here, but he could deceive himself into believing that Phoenix would stay by his side forever.

Until this day, until this farewell.

Fenghuang said to him: "Xiaoxuan, I'm leaving, and I won't be able to follow you to these places in the future..."