The Master of the Medicine Palace and Hansen Singh found the crack in the ground and flew towards the ground. Not long after, they saw the underground sub-god formation.
In the center of the demigod formation, there is a ball of light that is as hot as the scorching sun. Divine fire is burning in the center of the ball. God chains escape from the ball of light, like chains suspended in the void.
River of light.
"False godhead!"
Seeing the pseudo-godhead in the center of the secondary god formation, the Master of the Medicine Hall trembled all over and went crazy with excitement.
The Master of the Medicine Palace is over 80,000 years old. Although his cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth level of the Creation Realm, he has already reached his twilight years and his vitality has begun to decline. If he cannot break through to the ninth level of the Creation Realm, he will die within a thousand years.
Will die of old age.
With his talent, there is no hope of reaching the ninth level of the Creation Realm, let alone the Virtual God Realm and Demigod Realm.
When he saw the pseudo-godhead, the Master of the Medicine Palace knew that his opportunity had come.
As long as he can obtain that false godhead, he will have the opportunity to reach the realm of sub-gods and become a high-ranking god within a hundred years.
"God is really helping me!" The master of the Demon Palace had an excited look on his face. He only had the false godhead in his eyes, but he didn't take "Han Jin" seriously at all.
If he could be more rational, he should understand that since "Han Jin" can break into the demigod formation, his cultivation level is naturally extraordinary.
Hansen Singh was also extremely excited. If his father could become a demi-god, then he would be the son of a demi-god from now on. In the Qingdi tribe, who would dare to go against him? Those evil women in the realm of creation are not scrambling to please them.
He took the initiative to offer his body to him.
"Han Jin, immediately dedicate your pseudo-godhead to my father, otherwise, I will kill Eileens now." Hansen Singh said loudly.
"Crack!"
Hansen Singer waved his arm and struck Irene's body with a whip, drawing a deep bloody mark on her body.
The flame whip is very special. It will not only harm the body of the warrior, but also whip the soul of the warrior.
Therefore, even if Irene was the war master of creation, under Hansen Singer's beating, her whole body was convulsing in pain, and she let out a low scream.
"It's him again! How did he find this place?"
Ning Xiaochuan was breaking through the Second God Formation, and he never expected that Hansen Singer would find him here.
Moreover, Hansen Singer also captured Eileens.
Ning Xiaochuan's eyes did not stay on Hansen Singh for long, and he looked at the old man standing next to Hansen Singh.
That old man looked quite similar to Hansen Singh. He seemed to be the elder of Hansen Singh. His cultivation had reached the eighth level of the Creation Realm. He was a Creation Saint Lord and was definitely a big shot in the Qingdi tribe.
Eileens looked at "Han Jin" standing in the secondary god formation, and said with tears: "Han Jin, leave me alone. You are no match for the master of the Medicine Palace now. Once you dedicate your false godhood to them,
They will definitely kill you. After you take away the pseudo-godhead, leave immediately, wait until you become a sub-god, and then come back to avenge me...ah..."
"Crack!"
Hansen Singer whipped out another whip, which made Eileens scream: "Bitch, you dare to talk too much."
"Pop!"
Hansen Singer whipped out more than ten whips in a row, beating Irene until she was almost alive, and sneered: "Han Jin, if you don't obey, I will really kill Irene."
Although Hansen Singer likes Irene, what he likes is Irene's beauty and perfect body, and he just wants to possess her.
If he could become the son of a demi-god, so what if Irene was beaten to death? There would still be a shortage of women in the future?
"You will not live if you do your own evil."
Ning Xiaochuan couldn't stand it any longer, so he flew out of the secondary god formation, made a big handprint, and patted Hansen Singh.
Ning Xiaochuan did not use the Divine Way, but just made a palm print casually. A large hand more than two hundred meters long condensed in the void, and the fingerprints were clearly visible. It was like a handprint made by a god, towards Hansen Xin.
Suppress it.
The aura coming from the handprints is shockingly terrifying, giving people a feeling of the sky falling and the earth falling.
Hansen's character changed drastically.
A powerful oppressive force was approaching. His arms trembled, his eyes were frightened, and he felt the threat of death.
Hansen Singh originally thought that "Han Jin" had already exerted his strongest power when he was in the Medicine Palace, but it was not until this moment that he realized that he was terribly wrong. "Han Jin" was no less powerful than his father.
"Don't hurt my son."
Demon Palace Demon Palace was slightly surprised, snorted coldly, and made a big cyan handprint.
"boom!"
The two handprints collided violently in the void.
The two powerful forces clashed, forming opposing energy waves that tore the earth apart for hundreds of miles.
A blow was exchanged, and both of them retreated at the same time.
"He is worthy of being a strong man at the eighth level of the Creation Realm. It is not easy for me to defeat him without using any trump cards." Ning Xiaochuan was secretly shocked.
The gap between the sixth level of the Creation Realm and the eighth level of the Creation Realm is quite huge. Even with Ning Xiaochuan's powerful physique, it would be difficult to defeat his opponent. After all, which creature can cultivate to the eighth level of the Creation Realm?
Will the body be weak?
The reason why Ning Xiaochuan was able to kill creatures in the late ninth level of the Creation Realm was because he had sub-artifacts, the Divine Way, the World-Destroying Demonic Sword, and the White Bone Beads, all of which were incredible trump cards.
If he didn't use these incredible trump cards, Ning Xiaochuan's combat power would actually be equivalent to a creature at the eighth level of Creation Realm.
Ning Xiaochuan didn't know that the master of the Medicine Hall was even more frightened.
"What kind of incredible opportunity did Han Jin get? His cultivation has grown to the point where he can compete with me." The master of the Medicine Hall shook his arms slightly, and his eyes became fierce.
Ning Xiaochuan did not plan to use the sub-artifact and the Shinto Way, but wanted to have a battle with the master of the Medicine Hall to hone himself.
His cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and he must continue to temper himself before he can possibly break through to the seventh level of the Creation Realm.
Ning Xiaochuan summoned the magic sword, held it in his hand, unleashed the dragon's speed, moved three hundred meters away, and slashed towards the master of the Medicine Hall with one sword.
This demon sword is a sword cultivated by Ning Xiaochuan himself, and it is not the sacred object of the world-destroying demon sword.
The magic sword waved, and one hundred and eight sword energy fell like a waterfall, suppressing the master of the Medicine Hall under the sword waterfall.
"Junior, how dare you dare to fight with the master of this palace? You are so brave!" The master of the Medicine Palace emitted a dazzling green light and punched. The fist was equipped with the power of thunder and fire, which shocked one hundred and eight sword energy at the same time.
broken.
The Master of the Medicine Hall stood on the ground, his long hair flying, and green flames emerged from the palms of his hands, turning into two fire clouds that appeared above his head.
This is a magical technique that can only be performed by cultivating the "Blue Emperor Sutra" to the third level - the sky-burning green fire.