Spend the winter. John looked at the little dragon vulture flying in the air, thinking about what Lily had said earlier.

Purgatory is not just one layer, in fact, Purgatory is divided into thirty-three layers, and each layer will have a monarch who will lead this purgatory, and each monarch has the strength equivalent to a superior god. Each layer of purgatory has its own laws, these laws make purgatory have their own different environments, some of them are frozen, some are surrounded by flames; each monarch's own laws are consistent with the laws of purgatory, and the laws contained in purgatory contain the laws of the monarch, then the monarch can get the blessing from purgatory, and his strength will naturally increase, and that layer of purgatory will also become a space like his divine kingdom; if the two are close but not identical, then that layer of purgatory will begin to slowly change until there is no conflict with the monarch's laws。 In other words, the Frozen Purgatory will never have a Lava Giant Monarch, and in the Thundering Purgatory, the rock dragon is naturally suppressed in various ways.

There are more or less all kinds of laws in this layer of purgatory, and there is no exclusion from other laws. That is to say, any king-level demon can become a king here, but it takes more time to make a layer of purgatory his own divine kingdom than other purgatory, of course, the most important thing is that this layer is temporarily isolated, and the other layers of purgatory demons are not aware of its existence, so there has been no king.

"So, do you want to be king? If you want, I'll make you king and lord here. Kamryine squinted at John, "After all, you can be worthy of this person now, as long as your pattern soul fire is ignited." ”

"Don't!" John waved his hand: "I won't touch that fire if I can, I was burned to death for this fire in the past, not to mention, and later generations of unscrupulous descendants also said that I was pulled up from the grave, burned back and forth, and I didn't know who I was, and now it's rare to have a little leisure, I don't want to be that torch again." ”

"Hehehe," John said interestingly, and Catherine had a smile in her eyes, "If other demons know that there is a possibility of becoming a king, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, they will fight desperately, and they will be disgusted in front of you." ”

"This is the so-called what you can't get is the best, after all, if everyone is like me, as long as they want to, they can do it at any time, then there are few people who can have such enthusiasm. John waved his hand: "Now, I am more in line with being a blacksmith or a cook than those who have any power or profit." ”

"Forget it, anyway, with us watching, no one can do anything to you. Catherine only mentioned it casually, and when John didn't have this idea, she didn't say anything about it. But also, in this world, John has the care of the ancient gods, what can happen? And they don't think about what John can become in this world, John's focus now is to guide the original soul and go to other worlds to find the original law to bring back, and the rest is trivial. In the eyes of the old gods, whatever John did, it was a small thing. The blacksmith is the blacksmith, the chef is the chef, you are happy.

John watched the little dragon vulture's movements, knew that there was prey in front of him, smiled slightly, pulled out a handmade throwing gun in his hand, held it in his hand and weighed it. Speaking of which, this throwing gun is not a finished product, and the tip of the spear is only sharpened with a stone picked up next to it, and then tied to the top of a wooden stick. But no matter how ordinary a weapon is, it depends on whose hand it is holding. For example, if this throwing gun is given to a little guy like the little bad devil and the little coward, then at most it can beat a little guy like a rabbit who has no means of resistance, and if it is in John's hands......

John looked at the little dragon vulture in the air and pointed out the location of his prey and smiled. Raising the throwing gun, it seemed to throw it casually, but it made the throwing gun scream in the air, and hit the prey lurking in that position - a stout giant python.

The seemingly rudimentary throwing spears flew in a straight line, and the screams echoed through the trees. It stands to reason that the python must have heard the scream, but the python did not make the slightest movement, and remained there until John's spear hit it.

John's throwing speed was so fast that the air that was originally at the front of the throwing gun was not discharged, but was pushed forward by the throwing gun behind, forming a small ball of compressed air. The compressed air exploded when it touched the python's body, tearing the scales in that place apart, and the subsequent spear drove straight into the torn wound and plunged deep into the python's body.

The python had never been so deeply injured, and it rolled on the spot in pain for a while. This roll naturally broke the throwing gun, and the half of the throwing gun in the body also sank deeper and deeper with the twisting of the giant python. Taking advantage of the fact that the python didn't have time to pay attention to itself, the little dragon vulture fell from the sky, and the two front paws held the python desperately, then stretched out its neck and bit down a little back on the python's head.

Of course, the giant python will not admit defeat like this, after all, he was only injured before, but it was not fatal, and it was not without the power to fight back. The python's tail jerked up and whipped it towards the little dragon vulture, which was holding it down, while spitting out a miserable purple poisonous mist from its mouth. The little dragon vulture waved its wings, while blocking the drawn snake's tail, while blowing away the poison, and at the same time with a strong mouth, biting the python's neck hard, waving its wings and flying, while flying, and while shaking its head from side to side and tearing. The python flew into the air suddenly, and it couldn't use its strength all of a sudden. The little dragon vulture didn't wait for the python to come back to its senses, and directly released the python in the air, letting it smash it to the ground, and then rushed down and picked it up, and then let go and smashed it. Until the python stopped moving, the little dragon vulture walked up to the python, arched the python with his head, and when he saw that there was no movement, he raised his head and called John.

John stood still and watched the little dragon vulture's movements. It can be seen that this routine is very familiar to the little dragon vulture, and perhaps it was John's throwing spear that attracted the attention of the giant python at the earliest, but the subsequent series of attacks was the credit of the little dragon himself. No, in fact, it doesn't matter if there is an attack from John or not, because the little dragon vulture is already able to hunt independently, and this snake prey hunting method is also very skilled, so how to start the previous attack, the little dragon vulture also understands.

Well, he said that he was going to hunt by himself, and it looked like he was just going out with the little dragon vulture. John watched the little dragon vulture hold its prey in front of him, as if inviting merit, and reached out and touched the little dragon vulture's head.