Iscott's roar provoked a shocking bloody case!

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

"Hahaha, the Miracle Empire has really lost the Treasure!"

"Hand over the baby, or kill and kill!"

More and more masters are joining the melee.

At the beginning, the three high-ranking creators had already turned into blood foam, and they didn't know who they died under the sneak attack!

10,000 meters under the sea, the sun does not shine in.

But the simulated realm-breaking elixir that surpassed the Heavenly Monarch level was like a small sun, illuminating the surrounding seawater.

In the sea, there is a faint glow of blood.

A large number of masters died here.

Iscote wandered out cautiously, pretending to want to rush in, but was scared, exactly like the mythical guys around him.

One's eyes are bigger than one's stomach.!

"Huh, the power of the law?"

Hollande's voice rang out in the depths of the ocean, and then, the ocean parted in the middle as if it had been struck by a giant axe!

The sun shone down, shining on the elixir of Realm Breaking.

St. Francis, the Eight Heavenly Kings, also arrived at the South Pole.

"The smell of the law!"

"Humph! The treasure of the Miracle Empire, sure enough, is here! ”

St. Francis glanced around and found that there were at least a thousand masters, eyeing the Realm Breaking Elixir.

"Hollande, how about we stop fighting first?"

Hollande rolled his eyes and immediately understood what St. Francis meant.

"Hahaha, St. Francis, you are still so hypocritical!"

"I like it, though!"

St. Francis's face remained unchanged, he turned his head to look at Perron, and said in a cold voice: "Kill everyone, between the nine of us, and then decide where to belong!" ”

Perron gasped!

In the end, they are demons. Or is St. Francis a demon?

Even if it's an orthodox demon, Perron-Patrick just wants to get rid of those feelings!

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

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

St. Francis actually got his hands on it?

Sure enough, a cold-blooded and ruthless hypocrite!

"St. Francis, I see we can get rid of them!"

St. Francis frowned and looked at Perren coldly.

Perron swallowed.

"Alright, alright, listen to you!"

St. Francis smiled gently again.

"Hollande. Let's go! ”

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.

"Infinity Arrow!"

The surrounding masters have long sensed that something is wrong. They fled one after another.

Some masters were ready to cut through the void, but found that the space was so solid that they couldn't break the void at all!

"Ahh

"You guys"

"Patriarch, spare your life!"

"Brute! You're all brutes! ”

Screams, scolding, and cries resounded throughout the seabed.

Thousands of masters, in just an instant, died on the ninth floor!

The remaining masters are either cultivated to reach the king, or they have special treasures to protect themselves.

Iscott yelled.

"We fought with them. Otherwise, you'll die! ”

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

Iscott quietly retreated, shooting at the Realm Breaking Elixir.

St. Francis let out a loud shout.

"You dare!"

An arrow of holy light, shot at Iscot.

Around Iscott's body, a gray light flashed away, successfully blocking the arrow of holy light.

St. Francis's face changed dramatically.

"Not good. He is the King of Heaven! ”…,

Watching Iscott. Just about to grab the Realm Breaking Elixir, Hollande roared.

"Die!"

Hollande's voice. Like a roaring sea god, the surrounding sea frantically surged towards Iscot.

Iscote glanced at Hollande unwillingly.

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

With such a posture of not being suspicious at all, he successfully left the Sea of Demon Spirits!

Neither Hollande nor St. Francis thought that Iscott was a member of the Miracle Empire, nor did they think that the Realm Breaking Elixir was just a fake!

Watching Iscot escape, Hollande snorted coldly.

"Run fast!"

"Furious Sea!"

Hollande clasped his hands together and squeezed hard, and those king-level masters wrapped in seawater were like being run over by a road roller and turned into blood-colored powder!

The surviving masters, less than one in a hundred!

"Patriarch, do you really want to kill them all?"

An eight-winged angel looked at St. Francis with a look of anger in his eyes.

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

St. Francis with an indifferent smile.

"Isn't it your dream to serve the race for the sake of Cleve allegiance?"

"Now that the race needs your sacrifice, you know the secrets you shouldn't know, and for the good of the race, you can only die."

"Why did you resist?"

Hollande and Perron felt a chill rise in their hearts.

It is obviously a shameless thing, why in the mouth of St. Francis, it has become allegiance to the race!

It's simply reversing black and white!

Clevaud laughed.

"St. Francis, you are so shameless!"

"I finally know that in the battle of faith, why did those two adults choose to fall and leave the heavenly realm!"

St. Francis shouted angrily.

"Shut up!"

"Klevo, for the sake of you following me for tens of thousands of years, I allow you to cut yourself!"

"Don't force me to do it, understand?"

Cleve sneered.

"Then you try it!"

The eight white wings behind Cleve quickly turned into black wings.

He, depraved!

Become a fallen angel!

"Humph! It's actually a fallen angel, that's even more damned! ”

St. Francis flew his wings and shot at Clevaud.

Suddenly, a lazy voice rang out.

"St. Francis, do you want to bully us fallen angels?"

The surviving evil lord with a smile of surprise on his face.

"Your Highness Lucifer, are you here?"

Lucifer, a human youth, walked slowly through the void.

Hollande looked at Lucifer warily.

"Lucifer? Seraph? Archangel Lucifer? Why aren't you dead yet? ”

Lucifer glanced at Hollande.

"Yo, who am I, it's Hollande!"

"You old monster isn't dead, how can I die!"

Hollande looked at Lucifer with jealousy, "Lucifer, what are you doing here?" ”

"It's your business!"

Lucifer coaxed, "Where do I want to go, do I need to report back to you?" ”

"Humph! The Sea of Demons is my territory, Lucifer, don't be too arrogant! ”

"What's wrong with my arrogance?"

Hollande said viciously: "If you dare to be arrogant, I will dare to kill you!" ”

"I think St. Francis must be more than willing to help me and kill you, a traitor to the heavenly realm!"

Lucifer glanced indifferently at St. Francies, then at Hollande.

Behind him, twelve pitch-black wings slowly emerged.

"Hollande, if I heard me correctly, you want to kill me?"

Hollande stared dumbfounded at Lucifer's twelve jet-black wings.

"Twelve-winged fallen Seraph!"

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