3157 Miracle Forest, Drawing a Knife in Public (1)
With the help of the God of War, Han Fei finally caught a Great Monarch.
Fortunately, the God of War had used up all Qingshu’s trump cards. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible for him to catch such a Great Monarch.
At this moment, the God of War was looking at Han Fei thoughtfully, as if he was reevaluating something.
“Senior, why are you looking at me like that?”
The God of War said leisurely, “How many secrets have you kept from me? The owner of the Demon Purification Pot, the guardian of the Creation Divine Prison, and the descendant of the Ancient God of Thunder Note… I haven’t seen you for only a few years, but you’ve already advanced to the intermediate stage of the Immortal Level and completely stabilized your cultivation. Tell me honestly, are you the reincarnation of a god?”
Han Fei shrugged. “Senior God of War, can the reincarnation of a god obtain these? I don’t think so. I risked my life to get these opportunities.”
“Hehe! Do you think I will believe you? You can fight a Great Monarch when you’re only in the intermediate stage of the Immortal Level. You always surprise me!”
Han Fei said, “It’s all thanks to your Supreme Divine Technique!”
Just as the God of War was about to respond, he suddenly thought of something and his expression changed. “Oh, no! Wouldn’t it be a loss for me if this Great Monarch was taken into the Creation Divine Prison?”
Han Fei pointed at the seven Immortal-level experts and said, “Senior, if you don’t mind, I can give these to you.”
The God of War relaxed. Seven Immortal-levels was not bad.
God of War: “Then let’s talk on the altar. My clone can’t stay here for long.”
Han Fei hurriedly said, “Senior God of War, can I borrow these seven Immortals for a while? I’ll give them to you after I absorb the power of laws in their Origin Stars. I promise I’ll only absorb the laws and won’t take any other resources.”
The God of War was straightforward. “Okay, but be quick.”
The God of War returned. Han Fei collected the corpses of the seven Immortal-level powerhouses and entered the Void World.
However, the South Sea Divine Realm was in an uproar at this moment.
Someone was shocked. “Seven Immortals died in the blink of an eye. Who did this?”
Someone looked shocked. “Or rather, who in the South Sea Divine Realm can send out seven Immortal-level powerhouses at once? It’s none other than the Phoenix Divine Race, the Miracle Forest, and the Southern Dipper. Seven Immortal-level powerhouses died one after another in a short while. I’m afraid no matter which force it is, this is a big loss for it, right?”
“More importantly, the person who could kill so many Immortal-level powerhouses must be a Great Monarch. What’s wrong with the Great Monarchs of the South Sea Divine Realm? Wouldn’t they be giving others a chance to fight among themselves?”
“Could it be an external Immortal-level powerhouse?”
“That’s unlikely. If an outsider sent so many Immortal-level experts, it must be a superpower. How dare the major factions in the South Sea Divine Realm intercept them so unscrupulously?”
“This matter will definitely have a huge impact. News about this battle will probably spread in a few days.”
Aunt Huo: “Patriarch, aren’t you going to take a look?”
The Phoenix Patriarch shook his head. “Han Fei has deliberately cut ties with our Phoenix Divine Race. What’s there to see? It might cause misunderstandings.”
Miracle Forest.
Crack~
The throne under the high priest was instantly torn apart.
“Who did this?”
She didn’t believe that Han Fei had the ability. If Han Fei was alone, with Qingshu, it was impossible for the other party to successfully kill so many Immortals.
Therefore, Qingshu must have been restrained by someone.
Who was it, the Phoenix Divine Race, or the bandits of the West Wilderness?
At that moment, the high priest disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the shattered throne on the ground.
…
About half an hour later, the void trembled slightly, and Si Hongye and Pei Bai appeared at the place where they were fighting. Unfortunately, the battle ended too quickly, and there was still a lot of fighting intent left.
However, all traces of the battle seemed to have been erased by unparalleled means. This wasn’t the Time Temple. The Miracle Forest didn’t have the ability to find the answer in such a mess.
Si Hongye asked, “Qingshu hasn’t died, but where is he?”
Pei Bai said, “Thunder technique, knife intent, axe light, Qi and blood residue… Although I can’t tell who it is, this style is very similar to the West Wilderness.”
Si Hongye said, “I’m afraid that Wang Han’s identity is not that simple. Zhan Nanye seems to help him because of his disciple, but in fact, his attitude towards him is very similar to his disciple. Is Wang Han a hidden Heavenly Talent of the other two bandit gangs?”
Pei Bai said, “It’s difficult now. No matter who is behind Wang Han, we’ve become his enemies. Si Hongye, I know you want to kill Wang Han, but can you tell me why you want to kill Wang Han?”
“No comment.”
…
Several months later.
Outside Han Fei’s Origin Star, the altar rose, and the seven corpses of the Immortal Level were sacrificed by Han Fei.
In the fire curtain, the God of War’s message popped up. “You’ve absorbed their laws so quickly?”
“With the Demon Purification Pot’s help.”
The God of War was speechless.
The God of War quickly changed the topic. “How’s the compression of your star core going?”
Han Fei said, “I’m trying to compress it, but it’s getting harder and harder.”
God of War: “Your strength is improving too fast. I don’t know how to teach you. But let me remind you, if one day you feel that the star core can no longer be compressed, or that the Supreme Divine Technique has reached its limit, you must suppress your cultivation and try to seal yourself. You’d better be prepared to seal yourself in advance, or you might explode and die…”
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