Quick Attack Gods and Demons Journey to the West

Beirut originally came to participate in the founding ceremony of the Baruch Empire, just to join in the fun and get close to Beibei, who possessed the God-Eating Rat.

But I never expected it.

Found something amazing.

"They can devour other things to strengthen their bloodline. If they are the offspring of a divine beast, they can rise to prominence in a very short time. It's like cheating..."

Some mythical beasts are born extremely powerful, and they have great advantages in terms of their bodies, talents, and magical powers. If they can grow up in advance, they don’t know how many lives they can save at critical moments.

Beirut realized the value of this secret technique. He subconsciously stroked his beard and thought of the unique technique Zhang Tian had created in the Plane Chamber last time. He thought to himself, "Could this be the magic of soul mutants? They are born with powerful souls, so they have wonderful ideas?"

But that’s not right either!

After all, he is also a main god, and his soul strength is thousands of times stronger than the other party, but he can't do what the other party does.

So Beirut summed up and summed up, and only came to one conclusion, which is...

dish!

"Well, I have some things to do at home, so I'll leave first!"

Beirut coughed and disappeared, but this did not affect Baruch's founding ceremony. This empire that rose from the territory of chaos and was founded by a powerful sanctuary man soon became famous throughout the continent.

Especially the several holy domains that appeared, each one more powerful than the other, proved the strength of the entire Baruch Empire and that it was not easy to provoke.

It was calm and peaceful.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

With Zhang Tian's help, Linley practiced the secret art of devouring, which stimulated his already limited Azure Dragon bloodline. He transformed into a pure Dragon Blood Warrior and easily reached the Holy Land.

But what troubled him was that not only had his strength reached the Holy Realm, but even his physical body had reached it. After the transformation, he could be said to be a strong man in the Holy Realm. However, his magic skills, which he had always been proud of and which received the most attention from Grandpa Delin, were stuck at level nine.

The mental strength has never been able to get over it.

So Linley decided to take Beibei, who was also from the Holy Land, with him to leave the Baruch Empire and go to other places on the Magnolia Continent for training. He would also return to the Ernst School of Magic to catch up with his roommates, as they would get together every year.

Zhang Tianze was still in seclusion in the secret room of the plane. He had quietly achieved the status of a lower god. Becoming a god was very simple for him. After all, the threshold to become a lower god was very low.

It would be enough to fully comprehend one mystery or slightly integrate two mysteries.

Zhang Tian had the help of simplified exercises, so he could force himself into the profound art and save a lot of time.

He held out his palm.

The derived Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting Swords was used to cut the barrier of the secret room in the plane again. Although the power was greater than before, it did not meet Zhang Tian's expectations.

"This profound combination technique is actually like a soul mutation. Only when they reach the same level can they be perfectly integrated. Now that the Fire Element has become a god, the mystery of explosion has reached its peak, causing the combination to no longer be perfect. It didn't even reach the 300-fold improvement I imagined. At most, it's only 200 or 250 times..."

This is because Zhang Tian has a very deep understanding of the Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky and has a very strong control over his soul. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to reach this level. To achieve a 300-fold increase in strength, he must have at least another divine clone, whether it is water, wind or light.

"Once I comprehend the three divine clones and reach the lower god level at the same time, I can then perform this profound combination technique. I should be able to reach a thousand times the level in the future!"

Increased thousands of times.

It was enough for him, when he was a lower-level god, to easily kill an average-level middle-level god in seconds, reaching the standard of a demon.

“And I reckon that once all my divine clones become mid-level gods, this combined skill will be able to explode thousands of times stronger. I’ll be able to accomplish Linley’s feat. As a mid-level god, I’ll be able to slay a seven-star demon and even rival Shura!”

Zhang Tian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, it was not easy to improve the strength of this world. If you want to be strong, you must integrate the mysteries. How difficult is it to integrate the mysteries?

Among billions of living beings, there are only a dozen or so who have achieved great perfection!

Moreover, those great perfections are full of luck. Even if they were to live their lives again and practice again, they might not be able to achieve great perfection again. This shows how difficult it is.

Zhang Tian only needs to follow the steps to become a higher god, without integrating any mysteries, and he will have combat power comparable to that of a great perfection. To anyone, this is like cheating!

He was low-key and modest, "Just a young master..."

Compared to Linley's four soul mutation.

This is really nothing to him.

So Zhang Tian continued to practice, deducing the other mysteries that he was missing, and tried his best to create another divine spirit.

And at this time.

Linley, under Beibei's guidance, arrived at the forbidden area of ​​the Warcraft Mountains, a misty valley shrouded in clouds and mist.

Beibei folded his hands over his chest and said mysteriously, "This is the news I heard from my eldest brother. He told me that Grandpa Beirut once defeated a very powerful god-level master and left his magic weapon here. It seems to be called..."

"Purple Blood Demon!"

It was the first time that Linley had heard of the term "demon." However, when he learned that it was the name of a powerful god-level being, he was even more shocked. After all, if a powerful being could kill the Purple Blood Demon, then Beirut's strength must be the strongest among the strong.

Could it be the legendary middle god?

Beibei jumped and flew into the misty valley. This little guy had achieved the Holy Domain, and his strength was so terrifying that ordinary Holy Domain monsters were like ants in front of him.

A moment later, Linley saw Beibei leap back, clutching a purple, flexible sword. From the moment he touched it, he felt a surge of terror. A boundless murderous aura washed over him, shaking his entire body. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What a superb weapon!"

With a flick of his hand, he easily cut through the tree beside him, which shows how sharp it is.

But all he got was the ridicule of others. "Of course, this is a legendary high-level divine weapon! Even among divine weapons, it is an incomparably terrifying existence. You actually used it as a tool for chopping wood... Hehe..."

Linley was startled.

He looked up.

I found that a middle-aged man was standing in front of me out of nowhere, and in his arms, he was holding a bunch of things that looked like kittens. The words just now were said by the other person.

"I am the king of the Warcraft Mountains. You can call me Lord Di Lin!"

Di Lin breathed in the fresh air of the Magnolia Continent, his face brimming with the joy of having escaped from the Gorbada Planar Prison. He extended his hand toward Lin Lei, "Since you saved me, I won't kill you. Give me this sword. It's a Greater God artifact, too powerful for you to grasp."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression couldn't help but freeze, because a warning from another god-level powerful man came into his mind.

He raised his eyebrows. Oh, this little guy has a background, or is he a tough guy?

I love kicking the most!

Before Di Lin’s hand fell, a warning echoed in his mind. His expression suddenly changed. Under Lin Lei’s strange gaze, he asked in a friendly manner.

“Ahem, Linley, I… your Uncle Dilin!”