Eastcott's roar caused a shocking murder!

The masters who were originally sensing the direction followed the sound and immediately detected the specific location...

"Hahaha, the Miracle Empire has indeed lost its treasure!"

"Super the treasure, otherwise kill and kill!"

More and more experts join the melee.

At the beginning, the three top-ranking kings had already turned into blood bubbles, and I don’t know who died under the sneak attack!

Ten thousand meters below the sea, the sun cannot shine in.

But the simulated secret medicine that transcends the King of Heaven's level, illuminates the surrounding sea water like a small sun.

There was a faint bloody color in the sea.

A large number of masters died here.

Eastcott was careful to wander outside, pretending to want to rush in but was afraid, exactly like the mythical guys around him.

I have the will but not the strength!

"Huh, the power of the law?"

Hollande's voice sounded in the deep sea, and then the ocean was as if it was struck by a giant axe, separated from the middle!

The sun shone down, shining on the secret medicine for breaking the realm.

Saint Francis and the eight kings of heaven also arrived at the Antarctic.

"The taste of the law!"

"Hmph! The treasure of the Miracle Empire is indeed here!"

Saint Franci glanced around and found that at least thousands of masters were eyeing the secret medicine of the realm.

"Holande, how about we get the truce first?"

Hollande's eyes rolled and he immediately understood what Saint Franci meant.

"Hahaha, Saint Francis, you are still so hypocritical!"

"But, I like it!"

Saint Franci's face remained unchanged, and turned to look at Perron, and said coldly: "Kill everyone, between nine of us, and decide to belong!"

Peren took a breath!

Are they demons? Or are Saint Francis a demon?

Even the orthodox demons, Peren Patrick just wants to drive away those feelings!

You know, among the thousands of masters, there are masters of their own race!

Perron has seen no less than thirty masters of the Angel Clan!

St. Francis actually made a move?

It's indeed a cold-blooded and ruthless hypocrite!

"Saint Franci, I see we'll drive them away!"

St. Franci frowned and looked at Perron coldly.

Perron swallowed.

"Okay, okay, listen to you!"

St. Franci smiled softly again.

"Holande. Let's start!"

Hollande smiled and killed these masters, he was the biggest winner.

The energy of these masters will eventually merge into the sea of ​​demons and become his energy.

"Endless Arrow!"

The masters around had long noticed something was wrong and fled out one after another.

Some experts were preparing to cut through the void, but found that the space was extremely stable and could not break the void at all!

"ah!"

"you..."

"Class leader, spare your life!"

"Beasts! You are all beasts!"

Screams, curses, and cries resounded throughout the seabed.

Thousands of masters died in just a moment, nine levels!

The remaining masters either reach the king's cultivation level or have special treasures to protect themselves.

Iscott yelled.

"We fought with them. Otherwise we would be dead!"

His words aroused everyone's blood, and they used the most powerful killer moves to kill the nine-person alliance!

But Iscott quietly retreated and shot towards the secret medicine for breaking the realm.

Saint Franci shouted loudly.

"You dare!"

An arrow of holy light shot towards Eastcott.

A gray light flashed around Iscott's body, successfully blocking the arrow of the Holy Light.

Saint Francis's face changed drastically.

"No. He is the King of Heaven!"

Seeing Iscott, about to seize the secret medicine for breaking the realm, Hollande roared.

"Go to die!"

Hollande's voice, like a roaring sea god, the surrounding sea water rushed towards Iscott frantically.

Iscott took a look at Hollande unwillingly.

With the cultivation of the King of Heaven, he cut through the void and teleported away.

With such an unsuspected attitude, he successfully left the Sea of ​​Demon Spirits!

Neither Hollande nor Saint Francis or others thought that Iscott was a man from the Miracle Empire, nor did he think that the secret medicine for breaking the realm was just a fake!

Watching Iscott escape, Hollande snorted coldly.

"Run quickly!"

"Sea of ​​Furious!"

Hollande clasped his hands together and pinched them hard. The king-level masters wrapped in sea water were as if they were being run over by a road roller and turned into bloody powder!

There are less than one surviving master!

"Class leader, do you really want to kill them all?"

An eight-winged angel looked at Saint Francis with anger in his eyes.

This eight-winged angel has a pure angel heart and is about to reach the level of a ten-winged angel, so he can survive.

St. Francis smiled calmly.

"Claywo, isn't that your dream for racial allegiance?"

"Race now needs your sacrifice. You know the secret you shouldn't know. For the benefit of the race, you can only die."

"Why are you resisting?"

Hollande and Peren and others felt a chill in their hearts.

It is obviously a shameless thing, but why did it become a racial allegiance to the mouth of Saint Francie?

It's simply a twist of black and white!

Claywo burst into laughter.

"Saint Francis, you are indeed shameless!"

"I finally know why those two adults chose to fall and escape from heaven in the past battle of faith!"

Saint Franci shouted angrily.

"Shut up!"

"Claywo, for the sake of your tens of thousands of years of being with me, I allow you to slaughter yourself!"

"Don't force me to do it, do you understand?"
To be continued...