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The Baron Galaxy, this is a remote seventh-level galaxy, unknown among the countless galaxies in the Nether Star Field.

In fact, the Balang Galaxy is a bit like the Kunwu Galaxy that just started.

Although it has reached the level of a seventh-level galaxy, it has only just reached the threshold of a seventh-level galaxy.

Coupled with the remote location, the scarcity of resources for various exercises, and no strong ones coming to communicate, it can be said that it is very awkward in all aspects.

To put it bluntly, the comprehensive strength is not even comparable to the sixth-level galaxies in many core areas.

A lord of the galaxy who accidentally broke through the realm of the quasi-immortal emperor, plus more than a hundred experts in the realm of the immortal king, with such comprehensive strength, for those big forces, even slightly larger ants are not counted, and they can be destroyed with a snap of their fingers.

Black Thorn, who is the master of the Baron Galaxy, also knows this very well.

He himself is also a member of the thorny plant family. Although he was lucky enough to break through the quasi-immortal emperor, his natural strength has no advantage at the level of the quasi-immortal emperor.

So he has been keeping a low profile all these years, only daring to stay in his lair.

After so many years of hard work, his cultivation is no more than the third level of the quasi-immortal emperor.

"But when a person sits at home, blessings come from heaven."

"Although I don't fight or grab, I am a blessed person. Right now, I have a huge opportunity falling on my head."

"As long as you take good care of that lord..."

Heithorn's face was full of joy, and with a wave of his big hand, he took many spiritual objects collected by his strong men into his hands, and then hurried to a hidden cave.

"My lord, this is the spiritual object you want. We have collected it from all over the Baron galaxy..."

Heithorn looked respectfully at a giant man in red robe sitting in the cave.

The giant man's red robe was in tatters, and he looked in a state of embarrassment.

Especially on the chest area, there are deep scars that can be seen deep into the bones, and strands of black energy can be seen to erode continuously with the naked eye, full of eerie and strange aura.

Even if they continue to recover, these injuries are difficult to heal, but there is a faint trend of continuous deterioration.

But even so, the aura emanating from the red-robed giant is still terrifying and astonishing, giving Black Thorn the feeling that it is like a mountain that cannot be climbed, and just a trace of leaked aura makes his mind sway.

Also, the blood-colored broadsword stuck on the ground next to the giant man was filled with endless sharpness, blood-red rays of light flowed, and the entire cave was filled with an unimaginable chilling aura.

Heithorn only felt that this bloody sword was hanging over his head, and it could fall down anytime and anywhere, but he, the quasi-immortal emperor, had no power to resist it.

"Blood Knife Demon Lord, a half-step immortal emperor superpower, what a terrifying existence."

"The strongest person I have ever seen is the overlord of many nearby galaxies, and he is only at the peak level of the quasi-immortal emperor, and he has not even reached the limit of the quasi-immortal emperor."

"The peak of the quasi-immortal emperor is far from the limit of the quasi-immortal emperor, and the difference between the limit of the quasi-immortal emperor and the half-step immortal emperor is even greater."

"A little shrimp like me who is a quasi-immortal emperor in the third heaven can really be crushed to death with just one finger for a half-step immortal emperor like Blood Knife Demon Venerable."

Thinking of the gap between the two sides, Blackthorn's expression became more respectful.

He didn't have the dignity of a galaxy lord at all. Instead, he acted like a servant, honestly presenting many spiritual objects to the Blood Knife Demon Venerable.

The burly giant, that is, Blood Saber Demon Venerable, slowly opened his eyes.

A look of pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Immediately, his eyes fell on those spiritual creatures, and his thick black eyebrows couldn't help but frown immediately.

"I want top-grade spirits to heal my injuries. Why do you give me these low-level spirits? Do you think I can't even tell the difference between spirits, or do you think I'm being fooled?"

Blood Knife Demon Lord suddenly raised his head, stared at Heithorn with an unfriendly expression and asked coldly.

"Are these just low-level spiritual creatures?"

Heithorn's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he explained with a look of fear and anxiety: "But these are already the most precious spiritual objects that we can collect in the Baron Galaxy, and some of them are even the treasures of my strong men who have worked hard for countless years. To recover from the injury, I can only force them to offer it with the cheek..."

"..."

Seeing that the black thorn did not seem to be fake, the blood knife demon's expression froze, and then he remembered that the Balang galaxy was not his original territory, but a seventh-level galaxy in the most remote area.

Thinking of his current situation, not only was he seriously injured, but he was also hunted down by a powerful enemy. It can be said that the tiger has fallen into peace, and I am afraid that he will continue to hide in this Balang galaxy for a while.

The Blood Knife Demon Venerable couldn't help but secretly sighed, and for a while he lost interest, and didn't bother to continue arguing with Heithorn on this issue, so he waved his hand and said:

"Forget it, it's better to have something than nothing, I'll use these spiritual things for now."

"You try your best to help me collect more spiritual objects. As long as I recover from my injuries, I will never forget my previous promise!"

Blood Knife Demon Venerable promised in a deep voice.

He naturally understands what Blackthorn is asking for, but this is harmless to him, it's just something leaking between his fingers, as long as the injury recovers, he doesn't mind giving a little charity.

Heithorn was overjoyed when he heard the words, he didn't ask for much, this is enough, he quickly patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, my lord, I will try my best to collect more spiritual objects for you!"

Then he seemed to think of something, and he asked cautiously: "However, my Baron galaxy is indeed very poor. If I want to collect more and better spiritual objects, I am afraid I can only go to other galaxies to find a way. If I provoke a strong enemy... ..."

Blood Knife Demon Venerable raised his head, and said domineeringly: "Just do what you want, and I will take care of it for you if there is any problem. Even if I am not in good condition now, I will guarantee you a mere seventh-level galaxy, and there will be no problems at all!"

However, at this moment, a joking voice suddenly sounded: "It's a pity that you are now a mud bodhisattva, and you can't protect yourself when you cross the river. You even boast about protecting others, and you are not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue..."

"Who?"

Hearing the sudden sound, before Heithorn could react, the blood knife demon's face changed greatly.

He got up abruptly, grabbed the blood-colored broadsword next to him, and endured the severe pain caused by the injury. He forcibly operated his cultivation base, and the aura around him also rose steadily.

Seeing his appearance as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Heithorn's heart tightened, and he also reacted at this time.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, could it be that my lord's powerful enemy came to kill me?

If the two fight, can he keep his Balang galaxy?

Thinking of this in his heart, he immediately looked up, and saw a young man in black, who seemed to be strolling in a garden, easily passed through the many prohibition circles here, and came to the inside of the cave in a blink of an eye.

However, he didn't see the slightest tyrannical aura on him, just like an ordinary person who had never practiced, no matter how the black thorn looked at him, he couldn't see the slightest bit of trickery.

Heithorn's head was full of confusion, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the big brother Xuedao Mozun beside him, but he couldn't help but widen his eyes at this glance.

The Blood Knife Demon Lord's face turned pale, sweat poured down his face, his burly body trembled tremblingly, even the right hand holding the knife trembled.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the bloody saber in his hand fell directly to the ground.

Then Blood Knife Demon Venerable also bent his legs and knelt directly on the ground, touching his forehead to the ground, bowing deeply.

Seeing such a scene, Heithorn's eyes widened, and his mind went blank.

This... What is the situation?