Miss Eight Series Summoner

The gap between the levels is actually very obvious, just Huayi Peak can fight against a hundred early powers, let alone a higher realm. As far as I know, no one has broken through that realm for nearly ten thousand years. "

"Then... why is that so sure?" Fu Yu asked.

Su Yue shook his head: "In fact, I don't have much confidence. It just needs some special methods. It has been prepared for a hundred years. Two years later, there is a suitable opportunity. If you make good use of it, you can break through."

"What's the opportunity?"

Su Yue shook his head, "I don't know about this. I don't even know how the upper person intends to break through. This matter is very confidential."

Fu Yu frowned tightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Su Yue frowned, cold sweat bursting out of his forehead, as if he was trying his best to endure some pain. Then he flipped his hand, two white pills appeared in his palm, Su Yue raised his head and swallowed it, which was better.

Fu Yu knew that she was taking the medicine she had just given herself. At this time, she didn't know what kind of pain it was, but she was still very touched that Su Yue would rather bear the pain and tell herself this.

"That's probably what I want to say." Su Yue adjusted for a while, and then resumed normal. Then he continued: "You take a break first, and I will take you back to the demons tomorrow. More secrets will need us to work together. Found."

Fu Yu nodded and watched Su Yue stand up and leave, only to see her stop when she was approaching the door.

"Forgot to say." Su Yue turned his head, his voice was cold, "The Western Continent... is about to become the territory of the demons..."

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Western Continent, the gate of a certain country's palace.

Pharaoh stood in despair in the sky, pointing to the main hall of the palace below and yelling: "What a big country! Are you treating guests like this?! The old man is good at persuading you! You guys! Don't join?! Humph! Wait for one of you! Falling into the hands of the Demon Race, I see you guys begging to join when the time comes!"

Pharaoh stomped his feet in the sky angrily, but the people below didn't even care about how he yelled. The Pharaoh's strength was already strong, but with such a shout, his voice could radiate out again, and almost the entire imperial city could hear his voice.

A large area of ​​people around the palace below looked up at the pharaoh, as if wondering who this man actually dared to yell at the palace.

Seeing people watching, Pharaoh suddenly shouted more vigorously, but no matter how he shouted, Huang announced that he was as strict as ever. No masters came out to stop him, nor did he show weakness. Even the ordinary guards only watched at most. He only had two eyes.

Over time, the onlookers slowly dispersed.

Pharaoh's thirsty curse, although his breath was relieved, all his attacks seemed to be hitting cotton, which had no effect at all, and he stared with anger.

This is already the third country, and every country is waiting for him with delicious food, but none of them are willing to join the alliance, as if they have said it. Until today, the anger that has been suffocated for a long time finally breathed out all Sent it out.

"Hmph, I'll go eat something first, and then I will teach you." It seemed that it was useless to curse like this, so he spoke, and then stepped away and left here.