Mystic God-level Emperor System

When Abraham asked, Luke and others had already flown out and stood behind Abraham.

"Wonderless Taoist."

Luke greeted Su Han.

Su Han smiled and nodded, then looked at Abraham, and recounted what had just happened, including the fact that the small village was cast into the plague.

The crowd was a little startled.

Has a foreign race cast a plague on the Jialan Protoss in a place less than three hundred miles away from the holy city of Jialan?

"I gonna go see."

Iman said solemnly.

The next moment, he turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky.

After ten breaths, Iman returned to the crowd again.

"Indeed, as the Taoist without heart said."

Iman nodded gloomily.

"You said the person has a pair of sharp horns, right? The skin is dark yellow and brown?"

Abraham looked at Su Han and asked.

Everyone's eyes moved slightly.

This kind of appearance is very similar to the servant demon on the abyss of despair, but there are also some alien races that look like this, so it is impossible to determine whether it is a servant.

"The person you are talking about is probably a messenger from the abyss of despair, but I am very strange.

What kind of messenger would be so courageous to come and cast the plague three hundred miles away from the holy city of Jialan.

And what is his purpose? "

Abraham frowned slightly.

"Father, it is very likely that he was experimenting with a certain kind of plague, but he never thought that Wuxin Daoist would pass by here.

In addition to the means far superior to the same level, Wuxin Daochang is also a rare tinder physician. "

Luke Road.

Tinder physician?

Everyone was suddenly stunned. No wonder Su Han was able to resolve the plague cast by the other party. The expressions they looked at Su Han suddenly softened.

Although Su Han was a foreign race and was born in an unknown human race, he at least helped the Jialan Protoss, and made the Jialan Protoss a lot less dead. This was enough to change their impression of Su Han. "Wonderless Daoist, your medical skills are indeed extraordinary. The one just now is at least a lower god. You can not only resolve the plague he cast, but you can also support me in his hands. This method is used in the younger generation. Among the absolute best

. "

Abraham looked at Su Han with a smile in his eyes.

Those quasi-sages present also had to be convinced, even if a few were still not convinced, they could only hide in their hearts and did not dare to show them for the time being.

"Senior, this matter, I don't think it is so easy to solve. Since he can cast the plague here, he can naturally cast the same plague elsewhere."

Su Han said.

"I will inform about this matter and send out some gods to investigate whether there is a similar plague in the area of ​​the Jialan Protoss."

Abraham nodded slightly.

While speaking, he glanced at a lower god, who nodded slightly, turned around and flew into the holy city of Jialan.

About Mozhancha time, he flew back again and whispered:

"The news has been informed."

"Well, the next thing has nothing to do with us. Our mission this time is to go to the True Dragon Academy."

Abraham nodded slightly.

After half an hour.

Su Han boarded the battleship of the Jialan Protoss, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the True Dragon Academy.

at the same time.

The envoy who shot Su Han before was standing not far from the holy city of Jialan, faintly watching the direction of the warship's departure.

Occasionally, a warrior of the Jialan Protoss walked by him, but he didn't even look at him. The surrounding him was enveloped by a small piece of dark night, and even the saints were hard to detect.

"Your experiment failed?"

Behind this envoy, a sound suddenly came.

A white-skinned person who didn't look like a human being, looked at the envoy faintly.

"It's not a failure. I have thoroughly mastered the formula of the dead black poison. Before he healed the others, I successfully transformed some envoys."

The envoy did not look back, and said lightly. "That's great. Your master is not willing to surrender to us. Now you have mastered the poison of death and black that he only understands. Next, you can transform the servitor on a large scale and make it an army of servitors and cooperate with us. The imaginary **** race, lay down the immortal world.

"

The white-skinned existence smiled.

"Your Void God Race's idea of ​​hitting the Immortal Realm has been for many years, but you often fail because you are too impatient.

Even if you change your policy now and choose to join hands with me and let me co-operate inside and outside, you should not launch the offensive so early.

My cultivation base is not high enough. I need you to provide me with cultivation resources, so that I can break through the realm of the saint and be promoted to the great saint in a short time. "

The envoy said lightly.

"How long will it take?" "A long time, you have been laying out for many years, and you don’t care about it. It is far from enough to achieve the great saint. I want to become the saint master, take the Xuantian Devil and replace it, and completely control the abyss of despair, so that you can Rest assured to plant a divine nest in the abyss of despair,

Isn't it good to accumulate troops? "

Make the magic light smile.

"Well, the next batch of supplies will be delivered to you personally. I'll go back first."

After a few breaths of silence, the imaginary **** race turned and left.

After he left, the envoy's eyes showed a little sneer.

"You want me to be a cow and a horse for you and follow your orders?

ridiculous! How can I be a dignified demon god, how can I succumb to others and be a running dog!

If I want to do it, I want to be the supreme world! "

"That guy, who knows how to dissolve the poison of death, is always a hidden danger, I must keep up, and solve him first..."

...

Xuan Ding Dynasty.

Kyoto.

Long Yongkang took Ruan Yuelian, followed behind an old man, and slowly walked into the palace.

"Long Jun's presence in person really makes this place brilliant!"

Di worship enthusiastically welcome the elderly.

The old man glanced at him faintly and smiled, "I don't dare to be brilliant, but I am here today, surely some people feel unhappy?"

"Where is Dragon Lord."

Di Zongfeng's expression changed slightly, and he confided.

"I want to see Emperor Xuan Ding, he can be there."

The old man is no longer wordy, straight to the point.

"This, there is something about the Lord, I have already left Kyoto."

Di Zhufeng smiled and said: "If you have anything to do, it is the same as I said in Xia. Xia is also a holy lord and can be a master."

"Tell you? Then I'll ask you, the unintentional Taoist leader of my Nangan Longjun Mansion, did you kill him."

The old man looked at Di Futian faintly.

A cold sweat appeared on Di Zongfu's forehead, and he shook his head subconsciously: "Definitely not doing it underneath."

"Who did it? Zhou Tianwang?"

The old man said lightly.

"..."

Di Zhufeng was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Long Jun, this matter has nothing to do with our Xuanding Dynasty..."

"Fart! I have to give me an explanation today, can I move about the worship of the Dragon King Mansion in Nangan?"

The old man snorted coldly, pushed Di Futian away, and walked straight inward.

Long Yongkang glanced at him, and quickly followed Ruan Yuelian. Upon seeing this, Di Zongfeng groaned inwardly.