God Level Demon

Just as the Xia Equity intends to return to Storm Island, the previously escaped Elemental Saint Valadin appeared in a meteorite zone in the storm waters, carefully hidden.

Due to its immortal character, its body is also rapidly recovering from its original state of being no longer a state of soul.

But because choosing to self-destruct the body also leads to damage to its soul, it may take a long time to recover to its previous peak.

This also makes it less likely to advance to the realm of near-ancient saints.

At this point, Valadin flies carefully in stormy waters.

It also has to be careful, because this is still a battlefield for all ethnic groups. If you accidentally encounter an interracial saint, with its present strength, you can't fight it, you can only die.

“Damn it, you fucking bitch, you fucking human, you fucking prick! ”

Valadin growled and was angry: “I killed four of my brothers, and forced myself to blow up before I could escape and damage my soul. This vengeance does not last... I will let you die, humans, I will let you die! ”

It resented Xia Ping so much that it reached the point where water was too hot.

Don't say that the hatred of four living and dead brothers dying in the hands of Xiaping cannot be alleviated, just that abominable human being caused himself to blow up, damaged his soul, led himself to understand the laws of space, and the chances of promotion to near-ancient saints are even more remote, it is reluctant to strip Xiaping, a human being, into cramps, and break into pieces.

It's worse than killing my father!

No one can imagine how much Valadin hates Xiaping, the goddamn human being, as if hundreds of millions of years of anger had erupted at this very moment.

But it was an immortal saint who had lived for hundreds of millions of years, and the capital was deep, and after a little kung fu, it calmed down completely, and its pupils were deep in madness.

“Stupid humans, I'm afraid you haven't noticed that in the space ring I left behind, some treasure left my soul mark.” Valadin squeezes his fists, bites his teeth, "as long as these treasures are not destroyed, they are like a spiritual coordinate that I can perceive wherever I go. ”

“Being able to perceive is a complete leak of your whereabouts, which will be your fatal cause! ”

It's normal to leave your own soul mark on a treasure.

Once these treasures have their own soul imprints, they become as if they were their own hands and feet, no matter how far away they may be, they will feel unnamed.

Although this sensing breaks if it is too far away or if there is some kind of power isolated, it cannot be interrupted as long as these treasures are still in stormy waters.

“No, it cannot continue to be delayed. Someone must be brought here to avenge it. ”

Valadin bites his teeth: "If this man discovers the secrets inside the space ring, or if they take the opportunity to return to the nation's base, Storm Island, and sell all the treasures out, it will be over and no trace of this man will ever be found again.

So if we want to kill these humans, we only have three days to find help to kill them, three days before they return to Storm Island. ”

In storm waters, not only are there ethnic forces, but there are also elements of them, demons and other peak races, and they also have comrades, as well as proxy races.

These are all helpers!

“But that man is too strong to let an immortal saint come if he wants to kill him. Otherwise, it is not vengeance, but death. ”

Valadin squeezed his fist.

Although reluctant to admit it, it had to admit that it had a deep fear of that human being, and if it did not run quickly and quickly, it would be dead.

Such power is simply not something that an immortal saint can deal with. Only an ancient saint more powerful than an immortal saint can kill and deal with it.

It feels incredible relative to this place, knowing that the goddamn human being, like it, is just a saint of the late immortality, why is it so powerful, when there is such a horrible immortal saint.

“It seems that this matter can only be approached by Lord Casio, who has been a saint in the early days of the recent past and who has understood the laws of space for 10 million years, should have the strength to kill that human being. ”

Valadin's eyes revealed a deep light.

In fact, if it were possible, it would even like to invite a second-hand saint to crush each other with the strongest of strength, so that the damned human race has no chance of escape.

But among the storm waters, the most powerful is the near-ancient saints who understood the laws of space, and the powerful ones like the second-hand saints do not appear in barren places like storm waters.

So it had no choice but to retreat and choose Lord Casio, who was an early saint of the recent past.

Thinking about it, Valadin did not hesitate to take out the comms immediately and chose to connect the near-ancient saint Casio.

…………

Storm waters, countless islands, inside a palace of unidentified islands.

Inside the palace, seven elemental saints emerged, six of them immortal, basically reaching the height of immortality, while the last was Casio, a near-ancient saint who understood the laws of space.

“Ha ha, Lord Casio is so powerful. ”

“Isn't it? Previously, a group of saints of the people, at least six immortal saints, many treasures, powerful, but immediately after encountering Lord Casio, hugged the head mouse and broke into the army. ”

“Those stupid human saints still want to run? But Lord Casio, who has learned the laws of space, once, just once, penetrates countless layers of space, directly beating those immortal saints to death, and his soul collapses. ”

“Indeed, those immortal saints want to blow themselves up. It is a dream. Lord Casio can travel through hundreds of layers of space with one thought, where they can kill themselves. Doing more is just dying. ”

“With Lord Casio here, we are invincible in stormy waters. ”

“Military merit, treasures, are left to us to plunder, and life is called comfort. ”

An immortal saint of an elemental race is proud to go out and kiss Casio's ass constantly, in a mood called comfort.

After all, in the stormy waters before, they could only be cautious, with their asses clamped, and not too arrogant, but with the blessing of Casio, a near-ancient saint, they could simply walk in the barren land of the stormy waters.

Numerous immortal saints see them, all frightened by the wind.

These days are no different from those of the Emperor.

“Hmm? Valadin wants to see me. What does this kid want from me? I tried to solicit it before and let it be one of my people, it was all pushy, and now I come to the door on my own, which is interesting. ”

At this point, Casio's heart moved and saw his comms ringing.