Chapter 1502 8 Quasi-gods
In Huailiang's opinion, the strength of the aliens who smuggled here should not be underestimated, and we must be extremely careful!
Although Huailiang himself possesses the strength of an intermediate quasi-god.
But he still needs the help of his four trusted quasi-gods before he can feel at ease.
"Yes! Lord Shenzi!"
The top demigod, after receiving the order, immediately walked out of the hall...
Soon, four terrifying auras appeared outside the Temple of the Son of God.
Just as Huai Liang was about to set off, three powerful auras appeared again outside the Son of God's residence.
Three quasi-god-level members of the Wood Clan were teleported here using boundary-breaking talismans and blocked the gate, preventing Huai Liang and the others from going.
"Liu Zhan, Huai Shou, Yang Qian... why are you three here?"
At this moment, behind Huai Liang, there stood four quasi-gods, namely Liu Yin, Tao Hou, Yu Qing, and Tan Jin!
Everyone looked at the three quasi-gods standing outside the mansion with indifferent expressions.
The three of them have been secretly following the deceased Huaiwu for a long time.
At this moment, the eyes of the three people were filled with dark green bloodshot.
There is no need to guess the reason for this...
"My Lord Second Son of God, are you... going outside the city to fight against the alien races?" Huai Shou asked.
"What does it have to do with you?" Huai Liang asked coldly.
In the past, Huai Wu, relying on the favor of his god father, often looked down upon Huai Liang.
Now that Huaiwu is dead, these three quasi-gods are ownerless.
Huai Liang didn't look happy.
"Second Son of God, please calm down. We only wish to avenge the Fifth Son of God. If you are willing to take us with you...!"
Huai Shou gritted his teeth and said, "From now on, we will be under your command, Lord Second Son of God!"
Huai Liang finally understood that their revenge for Huai Wu was just one of the reasons.
Now that Huaiwu is dead, they need to choose another master, so they come to rely on me.
Among all the Sons of God, the First Son of God has the greatest power, and his life level is about to evolve into a god.
Apart from the First Son of God, there is the Second Son of God, Huai Liang.
Huai Liang didn't know what they were really thinking, but since they were willing to join him, he felt it was a blessing.
With these three quasi-god teams, we can compete with the First Son of God.
If I could get the silver dragon again, I could return to the ninth battlefield, obtain a large amount of resources, and evolve into a top-level demigod in no time...
By then, relying on today's achievements, it is not impossible to crush the First Son of God...
The future is promising!
A bright smile immediately appeared on Huailiang's face.
……
At this moment!
Zhao Yin looked at the corpse of the quasi-divine tree clan that had turned into meat paste. His chest rose and fell violently. In the silent forest, his breathing seemed like thunder.
The little monkey squatted on the ground with his hands on his head, like a criminal being caught by the police.
Xiaobai looked innocent as he squatted at Zhao Yin's feet...
The old cow buried his head in the chrysanthemums of Niu Yipo...
All the contracted beasts dared not move at all, as they could all sense the anger in their masters' emotions.
The stalemate has lasted for more than ten minutes.
Seventeen minutes ago, Zhao Yin activated his supernatural power and prepared the Emperor's Five Elements Beads and dagger... He even drank a large bottle of wheat wine...
I was ready to go down in person and test how many strikes I could take down a quasi-god...
He didn't even have time to see the attribute information of the quasi-god Yang Kun...
As a result, the herd could no longer hold back.
A burst of supernatural power bombardment!
Before Zhao Yin could get close, he was blasted into a pile of meat paste by the beasts. All his life was burned out in a sea of fire by an unknown contracted beast.
Apart from a space bracelet, there was nothing left.
Even the blood that spurted out seeped into the soil, and could no longer be extracted to make medicine...
"This is the nth time... that the same mistake has been made again?"
Zhao Yin cursed loudly, his heart bleeding... He had imprisoned so many living beings, and never dared to kill them unless it was necessary.
This quasi-god was clearly a duck in the mouth, but it was just wasted.
The most important thing is that this has been the nth time, Zhao Yin can’t remember.
I thought the herd had learned their lesson and would not make such a low-level mistake again.
None of the contracted beasts dared to speak, not even to apologize in their hearts.
"Are you all too idle? I haven't let you go out to fight with me for a long time, and you have forgotten how to fight?" Zhao Yin shouted loudly.
He couldn't calm down the anger in his heart for a long time.
How many Bone-Strengthening Pills, Vajra Pills and Wind-Healing Pills can be refined from the flesh and blood of a quasi-god?
How many times can his blood be extracted? How many potions can be refined?
If there was a little bit left, even a small piece of meat, Zhao Yin wouldn't get so angry.
At this time, Qinglang had recovered from his injuries. Although his face was still pale, he looked more energetic after changing into the Silver Dragon Spear.
There was no sympathy for the herd at all.
On the other hand, Ye Zang, with his big bald head, stood there at attention, not daring to say a word.
As if he had made the mistake.
Zhao Yin cursed for a while, then lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then he felt better.
"This is the last time. If anyone dares to do it again, you will not be allowed to go out with me for a year... no, a month."
At the end, his tone softened again. After all, they were all his own children.
He scolded too harshly and he was the one who felt sorry for himself.
"Meow~!"
Xiaobai immediately clamped his throat, whimpered, jumped into Zhao Yin's arms, and rolled his little head hard in his arms...
Zhao Yin felt the soft fur in his arms, and his heart softened a little.
buzzing...
A small bee flew over and landed on Zhao Yin's shoulder, its head nuzzling his ear...
Da Huang crawled forward and came to Zhao Yin's feet. The angel's combat boots...
"Alright, alright, it's not you who are at fault. It's me, the master, who didn't warn you in advance!"
Zhao Yin waved his hand: "Everyone take your positions. I feel that there will be more gains later!"
Ouch~!
Awooo! Awooo!
The contracted beasts didn't dare to yell loudly. They growled and then went into the nearby woods.
Lurking is their nature, and in the blink of an eye, no trace of the beast can be seen anymore.
Zhao Yin took out all the space bracelets and prepared to check his harvest.
Especially the top demigod who controls the silver dragon, although his life level is not high in Zhao Yin's opinion now.
But Zhao Yin always felt that his family background must be very rich.
Just as he took it out alone and was about to check it, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and he looked up abruptly in the direction of the City of God.
A terrifying pressure seemed to make the sun in the sky retreat, and no one knew where it had gone...
The whole world seemed to have entered dusk in an instant.
A total of eight quasi-god-level auras gathered together, bringing with them fury and the might of heaven, sweeping towards Zhao Yin.
There was no madness between heaven and earth, but everything was shaking.
It was as if that piece of heaven and earth, at this moment, became the center of the world.
Zhao Yin sensed a pressure from the eight auras that surpassed most quasi-god-level pressures he had ever seen before.
He suddenly perked up and quickly put away all the space bracelets.
"It's time to get to work, get ready for battle!"
