God Level Demon

Boo!

At this point, deep in the void, a figure emerges, whose entire body is encircled by a demonic force, distorting the void, eroding thousands of kilometres of space in a circle, the demonic force, unable to see its true face.

Although it appears to be standing halfway through space, in fact it is hidden in the depths of countless dimensional spaces, where saints generally cannot find its true place.

“Damn it, where's the human termite? Were they filmed dead or fled? ”

This horrible near-ancient demon roared, saying that it was now full of rage, and that it was an unprecedented disgrace to see its nine immortal demons killed by humans.

After learning about it, it came with hate killings, demon-shade hands, across countless dimensions of space, trying to slap humans to death.

But when it got to this place, it didn't find the damn human being, and it didn't know if it had been wiped out by the smoke in its own hands or had escaped.

Because for hundreds of millions of kilometres, it can't perceive any human breath, as if that enemy had vanished under its own nose in vain, a fantastic way.

But as a near-ancient demon, it also clearly perceived that the human being had not been killed by himself, but had suddenly slipped into the void at a critical moment and fled.

Even the guy has special means to hide his breath and avoid his tracking.

“Lucky for you, I remember the breath on you. Don't let me find you, or you will surely die.” This near-ancient demon had a sip of anger, his anger was unstoppable, and his killer was in full swing.

It's very unhappy, searching across the Abyss Continent, carpeted searches, looking everywhere.

But no trace of the enemy was found, and it seemed to have disappeared in vain.

Those phantom brothers who went into the Abyss continent and practiced were frightened and shaken, and the dreaded gods scanned everywhere, almost crumbling them.

Fortunately, the ancient demon remembered the covenant with the Phantom Nation and did not attack these ants. Otherwise, the Phantom Nation's children would have to fly out of smoke.

A few days later, the near-ancient demon gave up searching for the murderer because it didn't have much time to stay in the place and had to give up.

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At this time, on the Abyss, in some remote valley.

Xiaping spread too thin 3,000 identities, plus Pengbao and other speed magic, and no facial mask to help hide the breath on his body, turned into a stone on the side of the road, which only hid the search for the nearest ancient demon.

On several occasions, he was almost discovered by the nearest ancient demon. Fortunately, the mask was very powerful, and the appearance of changing to stone was not discovered by the nearest ancient demon, otherwise it would be really over.

“Pfft!”

Xia Ping couldn't help but spit out a breath of blood, his heart palpitated. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. When that near-ancient demon attacked and killed him, he ran away immediately.

This avoids the vast majority of injuries.

But even so, his body was swept away by the afterwaves, and instantly it was severely wounded, and the forces of the terrible space invaded his five dirty hearts, destroying every cell in the body.

Even if he possesses a bloodshed like a rebirth, it will take a while to recover.

If he was hit head-on, it was estimated that he would lose half his life even if he was not dead.

“Nearly ancient saints are still too strong to compete until they reach immortality.” Xiaping is now well aware of his strength and the immense gap between him and the near-ancient saints.

Fortunately, he did not lose his harvest this time. He obtained the remains of eight immortal demons, which were finally born after being consumed and refined by the trees of the world.

Seeing these eight immortal fruits is incredible, fist-sized, covered with dense and numb golden lines, wrapped around thousands of symbols, each containing a magical power of divinity.

The pulp of the fruit is the flesh and blood essence of the life of an immortal demon, washed by the tree of the world, removing all impurities and leaving a truly pure essence.

One such immortal fruit is equivalent to hundreds of millions of years of immortality.

“This time I must rise to the height of the ravages of thunder, and there may be an opportunity to break directly into immortality. ”

Xiaping suddenly swallowed eight immortal fruits.

Wow ~ ~ ~

Eight immortal fruits represent the lifelong flesh and blood essence of eight immortal demons. Now there is no waste of half a dozen. They immediately entered Xiaping's stomach and were consumed by him.

Suddenly, he felt a huge stream of energy pouring deep into his body, like the tide of the sea, into his limbs, and finally into his sea of consciousness, into the space of nine purple houses.

The wounds originally severely traumatized by the near-ancient demons were also recovering at visible speeds, and suddenly recovered to their undamaged state, reaching their peak.

Meanwhile, his body, his Numen, immediately swelled up, his powers surged, his knots climbed.

The nine largest purple house spaces were still empty. After eight immortal moisturization, they swelled up and filled quickly. Each corner of the nine largest purple house spaces was filled with pounds of energy.

Thunder hijack!

Xiaping suddenly perceived his Numen, his magic reached the full realm, almost incapable of ascending, to the point where all nine Purple House spaces were filled with pounds of energy.

The Numen on his body also elevated to the ultimate, with the smell of a complete integration of the Numen and the body.

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Boom ~ ~

Between moments, Xiaping's soul suddenly entered the depths of the bitter sea, only to see his soul swell several times, like a giant crossing the bitter sea.

Suddenly, the bitter sea was beating his giant body, and there were shocking waves all around him. From time to time, lightning struck, storms stormed, and every drop of water pulled his body, trying to sink him completely into the bitter sea.

“Get out of here!”

Xia Ping had a sigh of anger, the thunder rolled, creating a terrible atmosphere, another punch, punched through this bitter sea, and the whole sky cloud broke apart.

With his barbaric strength, he moved step by step, and no wave of wind could stop him.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally get close to the other side of the sea.

“Hmm?! ”

Xia Ping's heart moved, he wanted to take the opportunity to cross the bitter sea, jump out of the long river of destiny and achieve immortality.

But when he reached the other shore, there was an invisible barrier that prevented him from moving forward and kept him from jumping out of the depths of the bitter sea.

It was just a little bit worse, which prevented him from becoming a true spirit and promoting to immortality.

“There needs to be another lightning strike. ”

Xia Pingfu's soul came to understand why he was a little short. His body, his Numen, was too strong. He needed a thunderbolt, and a strong external force to unite the Numen and the body, so that the soul could become a true spirit.

Thunder robbery was both a crisis and an opportunity to help him advance to immortality.

“Soon, there will be a thunderbolt. ”

Xiaping sensed that in the midst of the underworld, deep in the void, the horrible thunder robbery was brewing. Once the thunder robbery had been brewed, he escaped the thunder robbery and could immediately achieve immortality and gather the true spirit.