Chapter 1492 Source of Power

"Is there any other way?" Chen Zhao asked.

It's easy to kill a hundred demons, just take a trip to hell.

But collecting the blood of a hundred subordinates of the King of Power would be troublesome.

First of all, the King of Power is one of the ninety-nine demon kings.

However, the number of subordinates of the King of Power is extremely small.

In hell, it can even be regarded as a rare animal like a giant panda.

King Kong is considered one, but he can only be considered one.

"Yes, get a drop of blood directly from the King of Power. As long as you don't explode, you can reach a lord-level physique."

Damn, saying it means not saying it.

I might as well go directly to the handsome guy and ask for a drop of blood.

Of course, even a drop of the handsome boy's blood is useless to Chen Zhao.

That thing is only useful to the top lords, and a drop of blood creates a secondary demon king.

Anyone below the level of a great lord will die if touched.

If the power is fully released, everything within a hundred kilometers will be reduced to ashes, and even the great lord will not be spared.

As for getting a drop of blood from the King of Power.

Chen Zhao didn't think twice. He was still a million kilometers away from the secondary devil.

He is not even at the lord level.

Not to mention collecting, even if he really won the lottery, he would still explode.

Or imagine how to collect the blood of a hundred kings of power.

Ask Beelzebub Zophi to help you collect it?

The couple is currently waging a war, and they have no time to spare to search for and kill the subordinates of the King of Power.

Besides, if the King of Power discovers that this young couple specializes in killing his subordinates, they may be targeted by the King of Power.

With the strength of their couple, they would definitely not be able to defeat the King of Power.

Or just find a handsome guy to collect them.

But the majestic Lord of Hell ran to the King of Power and said, "Is it okay for me to kill a hundred of your subordinates?"

I guess the handsome guy can’t pull off this face either.

Or go to hell yourself?

But whether it was the call from the handsome boy or Beelzebub Zoffei, they only had twenty-four hours.

How large an area can be searched in twenty-four hours?

"Is there any other way?"

"Yes, the heart of the earth plus the roots of Modani."

"What is the Heart of the Earth? What is the Root of Mordani?"

"There is a kind of stone demon ten thousand meters underground in hell. A heart of the earth may be found in ten thousand stone demons." King Kong said: "The root of Modani is the lifeblood of the abyss wanderer. .Reproduction device.”

"..." Chen Zhao's face turned dark: "Isn't there any reliable method? I can do it with my current ability."

As a subordinate of the King of Power, King Kong knows all the ways to increase power in the world.

Even if one day in the future, Chen Zhao's strength exceeds that of the King of Power, King Kong also knows how to enhance Chen Zhao's power.

Because this is the ability given to them by the rules of power.

However, the more King Kong spoke, the more outrageous it became.

The methods are endless, the difference is only reliable and unreliable.

For example, take in the magic source of a great lord and then reshape it into a source of power.

I can seize the magic source of a big lord, why do I need to talk nonsense with you here?

"How about you create a source of power yourself."

"What shapes a source of strength? What is a source of strength?"

"Just like the source of magic power, in the rules of the King of Power, power is also like the source of magic power, it is the source of all substantial power."

"What about the source of your power?"

"Me? I don't have it. I can't shape the source of power. I haven't reached that level yet. Master, you have already reached the level of shaping the source of power." King Kong shook his head: "And among the subordinates of the King of Power, There are less than ten subordinates with the source of power, and even some of the great lord-level subordinates do not have the source of power."

"How many subordinates does the King of Power have?" Chen Zhao asked.

"About a thousand, maybe more." King Kong said.

"One percent?" Chen Zhao touched his chin.

At this time, Samael jumped to King Kong: "Are there a thousand subordinates of the King of Power? I thought you were about to be exterminated. Thousands of years ago, my body tried to increase the power and capture the King of Power. subordinate."

Obviously, for a hell demon like Samael, killing is not even a big deal.

So what if it means annihilating a demon race?

So what if this race is a subordinate of a secondary demon king.

"Then how to shape the source of power?"

"Feel."

"Be specific."

"Concretely, if you feel it, it will be successful."

"Do you have any other farts?" Chen Zhao asked with a dark face.

I also know that you will succeed if you feel it. What is the key to feeling?

Who can understand such a general concept?

Just then, a yacht approached from the side.

This yacht is only a quarter of the length of the Hydra, but it is already quite large.

There were several people on the deck of the yacht, and probably a few more in the cabin.

These people don't look like rich people, but they don't look like ordinary people either.

Chen Zhao saw that one of them had an obvious supernatural style.

The man had oil paint lines on his face, a gentleman's hat, a pure white suit, a flower on his chest, and his left eye was golden.

Although the others are not as obvious as this person, you can still more or less see their uniqueness.

"This ship is so big."

"Rich people."

"Jin Tong, what are you looking at?" A woman came to the man with a painted face.

Pei'an and Jin Tong are teammates, they are both psychics who came from other places.

The same goes for the other people on the boat, but everyone didn't have much money, so they teamed up and rented such a yacht.

The rent of this yacht for one day is US$8,000, and it is expected to take four days, which is US$32,000.

Ordinary psychics don’t have that much money.

Of course, it would be a good thing for everyone to rent a yacht together, but the problem is that many psychics have a somewhat unruly personality.

"That ship."

"What? Do you also envy the life of rich people?" Peian said with a smile.

"That is an ominous yacht." Jin Tong said.

Peian looked surprised and looked up. There was an Asian standing on the third deck of the yacht.

"Hydra, naming your yacht like this is bound to bring bad luck."

"I wonder if the people on that ship are also psychics." Jin Tong also saw Chen Zhao.

And he saw Chen Zhao looking at him with that condescending look, which made him very uncomfortable.

"I have money but don't know how to enjoy it. I came here to take risks. I really don't know what I think." Pei'an curled his lips, but when he looked at the luxury yacht in front of him, he still couldn't help but look envious in his eyes.

Psychics are also human beings, and they also have emotions and desires.

Who wouldn’t want to have a high-quality life?