"Lich Hollande!"

St. Francis's tone was full of horror.

"Aren't you in retreat?"

Hollande, the lich, with a face as dry as the bark of a tree, smiled more ugly than crying.

"St. Francis, you little thing, you are still so hypocritical!"

"You've made such a big fuss, aren't you allowed to know about it?"

St. Francis regained his indifferent smile and looked at Hollande with a natural expression.

"Hollande, I heard that you have received a treasure from the Miracle Empire."

Hollande the Lich shook his head flatly.

"Nope!"

"What a miracle empire, I haven't heard of it!"

Whether it was the Eight Heavenly Kings or the surrounding masters, they all cursed secretly in their hearts.

'Load! Keep loading! Load! ’

St. Francis chuckled.

"Hollande, you used to be a famous powerhouse, if you dare to do it, you must dare to be it!"

Hollande's voice came from the sea of demons.

"St. Francis, don't think that I don't dare to touch you, provoke me again, beware that I slaughter you!"

St. Francis was unmoved, but had a sense of wisdom in his hands.

"Annoyed?"

"It seems, Hollande, that you really have a treasure!"

Perron, of the Deadly Clan, also spoke: "Hollande, hand over the Supreme Treasure, and we will spare you from death!" ”

"Hahahaha!"

"The little imp of the deadly clan, when I was galloping in the billions of planes of the heavens, I am afraid that you are still in your mother's womb, and you dare to threaten me!"

"Believe it or not, I'll let you die without a place to be buried!"

Perron shook his head disdainfully.

"Don't believe it!"

"Hollande, although I have heard your rumors, we now have eight Heavenly Kings, do you dare to come out?"

"Maybe in the Sea of Demons, we can't help you. But as long as you dare to come out, we will definitely beat you all over the ground to find teeth! ”

The lich Hollande said angrily: "Arrogant little imp, it is simply looking for death! ”

Inside the Sea of Demons. A giant hand made of corroded seawater appeared in front of Perron almost instantly.

Perron's disdainful shadow flickered away.

"Without the support of the laws of the Demon Spirit Sea plane. Without the support of the Locking Star Soul Refining Array, Hollande, you're a waste! ”

"According to the strength you are showing now, not my brothers. I'm the only one. I beat your parents even to the point where you don't know them! ”

Perron continued to provoke, trying to lure Hollande out in a radical way.

However, who is Hollande?

Tens of thousands of years ago, he was a master who had reached the level of the Heavenly Monarch, and now he was a super strong person who occupied a high plane and forcibly used the Star Lock Soul Refining Array to impact the last step.

How could his state of mind be so bad?

The strength that Hollande had just shown was only like that of an ordinary Heavenly King. It's definitely not the power that a super strong person should have.

I am afraid that this is also Hollande's ploy, which he used to lure the eight heavenly kings. A trick to enter the plane of the Sea of Demons.

"The little thing of the deadly clan, Uncle Hollande, doesn't need your evaluation."

"That's right, I took a good thing from the Miracle Empire."

"So what? Do you want it? Then come and get it! ”

The Eight Heavenly Kings revealed that they were indeed like this.

Don't you know that Hollande himself is still amazed.

He has not left the plane of the Sea of Demon Spirits for tens of thousands of years, so how can he steal the so-called supreme treasure from the Miracle Empire?

Probably yes

Hollande looked to the center of the Sea of Demons.

There's a sword there!

A sword that is only a masterpiece of the utmost gems. But he can resist his sword!

But this sword has always been on the plane of the Sea of Demons. How did it become the treasure of the Miracle Empire? …,

It seems that there is a big plan in this! ’

Hollande muttered to himself.

"St. Francis the Lord, what shall we do now?"

Perron deliberately asks St. Francis to make him an idea.

St. Francis coughed.

"As you saw just now, there is a peerless master hidden in the plane of the Sea of Demons, and it is none other than the Lich Hollande."

"I'm afraid some of my friends don't know about Hollande."

"Once, Hollande single-handedly turned all the creatures of the main material plane into undead!"

"As early as more than 20,000 years ago, his cultivation had reached the level of the Heavenly King."

"Thirteen thousand years ago, Hollande suddenly disappeared, and it is rumored that he is in the final step of enlightenment!"

Perron interrupted impatiently, "No need to explain to those ignorant things. ”

"In the end, there are only eight of us!"

"To borrow a phrase from the Miracle Empire, they are all audiences who don't know the truth, just watch the show!"

St. Francis coughed.

"Let's sign a contract!"

Hollande's voice rang out again.

"Little ones, are you sure you want to go against me?"

The Eight Heavenly Kings, gorgeously ignoring Hollande, imprinted their own spiritual power on the contract with only two clauses.

"St. Francis, although we don't like you very much, you are full of bad water, and the plan of attack is handed over to you!"

Perron spoke in a mocking tone.

St. Francis didn't mind at all and nodded with a smile, "No problem, leave it to me!" ”

Empire of Wonders, in the Enchanted Garden.

Artificially created magical sunlight, scattered among the flowers and grass.

On a recliner, Vincent drank juice and enjoyed the little fox's massage.

Iscot stood aside and reported, "Young Master, over there in the Sea of Demon Spirits, a fight has started!" ”

"Is there already a fight?"

Vincent asked without the slightest surprise.

The end of the whole plan is Vincent, and all the plans are all conceived by Vincent.

"It's still a small fight, but the latest news says that the patriarchs of the eight higher races have signed a magic contract."

"It seems that it won't take much time before they attack the Sea of Demon Spirits!"

Iscot smiled, "It's still the young master's plan, and it almost didn't cost any money to let the Eight Heavenly Kings work for us!" ”

Vincent's smug smile provoked the little fox to pinch Vincent's waist with a pair of small hands.

"Iscott, in your opinion, when are we going to get involved?"

Iscote was silent for a moment.

"Young Master, what is our purpose?"

"Capture the Juggernaut Sword? Or do you want to stir up hatred between them? ”

Vincent frowned, thinking.

The Juggernaut Sword must be obtained, which is related to whether he can be promoted to the Creation King.

"The first goal is to master the Holy Sword! As for stirring up hatred between those eight higher races, do your best. ”

"We can't take it for the time being, enough benefits to make them turn against each other."

"Iscot, you took the opportunity to act, got the Juggernaut Sacred Sword and ran away!"

Iscot said he understood, knowing full well what it meant to dominate the Holy Sword.

"Alright, let's go down!"

After Iscote left, Vincent flipped up, hugged the little fox, and laughed.

"Little fox, you dared to pinch me just now, see how I clean you up!"

The little fox laughed and laughed.

"Great Demon, how are you going to clean me up!"

Looking at the charming little fox, Vincent said for a while that he couldn't control it!

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