Jiuluo was originally one of the rookies of the demon clan in the Eastern District, and was also regarded as the revival hope of the Yejiu family. It is only forty years old this year, and its appearance looks younger, probably only in its early twenties. Except for a pair of colorful wings and golden bird claws on its legs, it doesn't look very different from humans.
Jiu Luo became famous at a young age. When he was fifteen years old, his family was invaded by the Falcon Tribe, and more than half of the night doves were torn to pieces. Jiuluo hid in the ruins for three days and three nights, and finally took advantage of the chaos to poison and kill the general Falcon who presided over the invasion at that time, and then came forward to integrate the remaining Yejiu, and finally pulled the broken tribe back from the gate of hell.
Afterwards, Jiu Luo also united with many demon tribes and launched a fierce attack on the Falcon tribe, which directly caused the strength of the Falcon tribe, which was firmly rooted in the Eastern Demon Clan, to drop by a level and fell out of the first-tier echelon. In terms of record alone, Jiuluo can be called brilliant; in terms of potential and strength, it has completely defeated most of the demons in the Eastern Demon Clan. Not surprisingly, it will be able to break through the tenth level within a few years and lead the Yejiu family to an unprecedented height. In fact, the current King of the East, She Tong, also pays attention to it occasionally, implicitly expecting it, and sending people to it. Promise, that when Jiuluo advances to the tenth level, he will give a lot of resources to the Yejiu tribe, and Jiuluo himself can become a direct subordinate of Shetong and enjoy the supreme glory.
Under such circumstances, Jiu Luo did not slack in the slightest. After his realm was raised to the middle of the ninth level, he no longer practiced blindly, but began to suppress his realm at this level intentionally or unintentionally. The strongest thing in Yejiu's lineage is the poisonous feathers. Jiuluo was able to poison the general Falcon in the past, and it was precisely the poisonous feathers that were hard to defend against. But Jiuluo knew very well that if he reached the level of ten or more by relying on poisoning skills, his dependence on poison would become higher and higher, and his attack methods would become more and more simple. Once the opponent has taken precautions against his own poison, it will become very difficult for him to succeed.
So these years, it has been insisting on restraining its wings every day, going to the forest to practice fighting skills, strengthening its physique, and eliminating excessive toxins at the same time. After the strength of its physical body is also not inferior to other demons, it will consider advanced matters. . This is the safest way. Over the years, Jiuluo's realm has become more and more stable, his strength has become more and more pure, his body is stronger, and his venom is even rarer. No one knows how strong it is now, only that it is almost No one dared to provoke the Yejiu tribe anymore, and several small and medium-sized tribes only followed suit.
This morning, Jiu Luo only felt that the power in his body was a little hot and unbearable, so he went into battle shirtless and found a forest to continue punching. Before going out, it received a message from an elder in its own tribe, saying that the demon rookie named Langji in the werewolf tribe had died and was assassinated, and the other party also said that he would kill all the demons The rookie, the elder advised Curro to be more careful.
Jiuluo smiled, indicating that he knew. But after a while, only the first half of the news remained in its mind. The death of Langji means that the werewolf tribe has lost another vital force, and its strength will also decline. Many tribes that were originally allied with werewolves will also start to reconsider, and Juluo is thinking quickly about how to get the most benefit from this matter. Which tribes can be fought for, and which tribes need to be secretly suppressed, these things gradually have an idea in Jiuluo's mind.
Those ten-heavy demons are indeed towering trees that support a tribe, but the tree will always wither and die one day. The future of a tribe still has to look at the younger generation. As the de facto ruler of the Yejiu tribe, Yejiu must always consider the interests of the entire tribe. As for the second half of what the elder said, it has silently ignored it.
In his heart, Jiuluo didn't think that anyone could threaten him.
A towering tree was smashed into pieces with one punch, and its dry and hot blood finally cooled down a lot. Excessive venom dripped densely from the ends of the feathers to the ground, corroding the hard soil into black sludge. The surrounding trees were all dead, filled with poisonous gas, the demons who escaped quickly still had a glimmer of life, and those who escaped slowly had no bones left. Even the demons who escaped quickly, as long as they were contaminated with a little bit of poison gas, their skin would gradually fester, and they would die completely within a month.
The power was crazily vented, and the feeling of controlling everything came to its mind.
A great future unfolds in front of its eyes, and the Kangzhuang Avenue extends to infinity.
It can be said that there is nothing that can stop it from flourishing.
This feeling of spring breeze made him narrow his eyes slightly, but at the edge of his field of vision, the flat loess on the ground trembled slightly, and then began to bulge. Jiuluo hardly felt anything, just glanced there casually, but the time of this glance seemed to be infinitely slowed down.
It saw something shaking off the dust from its body, saw a figure appear and disappear, and when it reappeared, it was in front of itself.
It also saw the short knife passing by, and the silver light flashed. .
In the end, it saw the sky and the earth spinning, and saw a headless corpse standing strangely in its original position. It felt that the corpse was very similar to itself: it was also a pair of wings dripping with venom and muscles dripping with sweat. Claws holding the dirt. This moment seems to have lasted for a long time from the beginning of the universe to the fall of everything in the world, and then at a certain moment, Jiu Luo suddenly realized that it was his own corpse, a corpse without a head.
After reacting, the still conscious head rolled to the ground, eyes wide open, looking at the human boy who could hardly feel any murderous aura all over his body.
It couldn't figure out why this person hadn't been corroded into mud by the poisonous fog at such a close distance from him. He didn't know why he was in front of him in just an instant, and he didn't know why his head was chopped off. .
Even Juluo didn't know why he came to kill him, or whether he was in collusion with some other tribe. It just suddenly remembered the reminder from the elder of its own family. It felt very cold for a moment, and then its consciousness gradually became blurred.
It's a pity that when it heard the news of Langji's assassination just now, it put all its attention on the distribution of the spoils, but it didn't raise the slightest vigilance at all. As a result, after so much planning, in the end it was just a bubble that would burst at the touch of a touch.
Once Jiuluo died, the Yejiu tribe would have no leader, and the small and medium-sized tribes attached to it must also be scattered like birds and beasts. The original order disappears, and the situation here will only develop in a more chaotic direction.
What Curuo may not know is that for that human being, this is just the beginning.
He wiped the dagger on Jiuluo's trouser leg, turned around and left slowly, and soon his figure disappeared into the shadow of the forest without a trace.
During the whole process, Li De didn't even know Curro's name.
I'm here, it's a knife second, what can I say.