In the Demonic Realm.
In the Palaeozoic Star Region.
Boom!
A star suddenly exploded, and countless rays of light shot out in all directions, illuminating all the meteorites and planets around it.
The blinding explosion lasted for a few seconds before it quickly dimmed. At the edge of the core of the explosion, there was a terrifying monster that was flapping its wings and shaking its eight eagle-like heads.
This monster had eight eagle-like heads and a strong lion-like body. Its entire body was burning with golden flames like the sun.
Although it wasn't as large as a star, it was comparable to a normal planet.
"Damned Star Spirit, self-destructing if you can't beat it. What the hell is this!?" The Eight-Headed Griffon, Pomela, snorted in disdain.
In the Palaeozoic race, he was actually very young, only 300,000 years old. Compared to those old fellows that were easily over a hundred million years old, he couldn't even be considered a fraction of that age.
However, it was precisely because he was young that Pomela liked to wander around and see if there were any interesting things to play with.
This bad habit had caused one of his projections to be killed by someone not long ago. At that time, he was enraged and directly went out to destroy a planet belonging to a human sect. However, because of this, he was injured by the Underworld Luo of that sect.
Because of this incident, he was originally grounded by the elders of his race. However, now that the Palaeozoic race was at war with the Star Spirit Alliance, and the elders of his family were also locked in a fierce battle with the Star Spirit, he didn't have the time to pay attention to him.
Thus, Pomela decisively ran out.
After getting rid of this Star Spirit that was blocking his way, Pomela decided to find a place to rest and conserve his energy before continuing on his journey.
He didn't sneak out this time because he had nothing better to do. Rather, he had secretly received news that not only was the little guy that had insulted him not dead, but he was also alive and well. He had even obtained a treasure like the Proof of the Overlord!
If it wasn't for the fact that the race had a habit of constantly monitoring the aura of the Proof of the Overlord, he probably wouldn't have discovered that the stupid human that had made him call him father was actually living a good life.
This caused Bormila's previously extinguished anger to erupt once more.
Furthermore, after a round of investigation, he was shocked to discover that the human had not only obtained the Overlord's Proof, but was also a top-notch Underworld Net powerhouse.
Even if he just went over like this, he might not be able to win.
Therefore, in order to find a way to kill that b * tch, Bomela had no choice but to come to this Hidden Star Region to find her godfather, Xi Ti of the Thousand-Legged Giant Tortoise Race.
Standing in the void, Pomyla slowly flapped her wings, emitting invisible, cryptic ripples that traveled through space and spread into the surroundings.
This was a speed faster than light. In the blink of an eye, it covered an area of tens of thousands of light years.
Not long after, a gray ball suddenly appeared in the void.
The sphere slowly elongated and split open, quickly forming an extremely long gray crack. Inside the crack, a pair of huge silver-white bloodshot eyes stared at Bormyra from afar.
"Bormila? What business do you have with me? "A long, calm voice of an old man came from the crack.
"Father, I want to kill a human b * tch, but he actually wants me to recognize him as my father!?" Bormila's words were full of gunpowder.
"A mere human, where does he get the courage to directly challenge the dignity of the Palaeozoic race! He's courting death! I'm going to kill him, not just him, but his entire galaxy as well! "
"You can deal with it yourself, he's just a mere human," the old man replied calmly.
"No … that person is a Underworld Net powerhouse, and he also has the Overlord's Proof," Bormila hurriedly said.
"The Overlord's Proof … a galaxy can only have one Overlord's Proof at most … the holder of the Overlord's Proof will attract the attention of the universe. According to the ancient agreement, we cannot act against the holder of the Overlord's Proof. We must wait for them to decide on their own before we can act against them, "the old man said calmly.
"But I just can't take this lying down!" Bormila's eyes twisted. He had never suffered such a huge loss before.
"Then, you can form an alliance," the old man suggested with a smile. "The intergalactic agreement does not stipulate that you cannot support other holders of the Overlord's Proof. Although this is an internal conquest of the human race, and outsiders are not allowed to participate, you can join as an ally. This is in line with the rules. "
"Also, that person will always have a lot of things that he values. If you go and destroy them, won't that also be revenge?" The old man casually gave Pomilla two simple and effective suggestions.
"I understand. But not only will I support the other holders of the Overlord's Proof, I will also make that person pay the price! "Bormila was still somewhat unwilling.
Inside the crack, the old man muttered to himself.
"Alright … since this is your request, I will personally take action and settle this matter for you. However, because of my duties, as a Death Star, any action of mine could trigger an all-out war with the Star Spirit Alliance. So, I cannot act with you. However, you only need to find the target, and then toss out the scale I gave you. "
"Thank you, godfather!" Bormila was instantly overjoyed.
This was a Death Star expert!
It was also an Underworld Net, and knew how strong a Death Star expert was. Each of them, even within the Palaeozoic race, was an absolute elite.
The Death Star had always been the symbol of the limit between human and non-human in the universe.
The human race, no matter what kind of human race, had the soul limit of the peak of the Underworld Net. If one wanted to go further, the only way was to change their body and completely transform their soul. To make themselves no longer human.
And the Death Star represented the absolute limit of life that the human race absolutely could not surpass.
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Great Realm of Desolation.
Lu Sheng turned into a red cloud of fire, rapidly flying over the Forest of Giant Trees.
From time to time, a strong and weak aura flashed by below, making him sigh that this was indeed Great Desolation. He had already encountered three Nascent Soul level Monster Kings in the course of his journey.
Not to mention the other Jindan level Monster Kings.
These people who had some achievements were all kings who occupied a mountain, a cave, a river, and so on.
Most of the Monster Race just wanted to find a comfortable place to cultivate and live a simple life.
Therefore, in this Forest of Giant Trees, there were many powerful Monster Race who had no desires.
Lu Sheng flew over a crystal clear lake and landed not far from a group of Behemoth who were drinking water.
Each of these Behemoth had a huge wooden character engraved on its body. It was obvious that they were kept here by someone.
The Behemoth's body shape was more like a dark green rhinoceros, with a long and thick tail behind them. Each of them was strong and strong, but their steps were slow.
Lu Sheng slowly landed and stood on a branch of a giant tree.
"Who is it!?" Several tall and strong men with black feathers on their heads rushed out from the side. They were wearing black leather skirts and straw coats.
"This is the pastoral area of the Zhemu Tribe! No matter where you come from, you'd better leave immediately! "A man holding a stone spear shouted loudly.
"This is the Zhemu Tribe? Have we arrived? "Lu Sheng looked around. What surprised him was that he could not sense any spiritual aura from the people of the Zhemu Tribe. It was as if they were only moving on the ground with their physical bodies.
Moreover, each of them had a strong life aura. Although they looked like ordinary mortals, the density of their life aura was comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment Monster Cultivator.
This made him frown. Without a spiritual aura, there was no way he could use spiritual techniques like the psychological guidance technique.
"Since I've found the person... then... let's begin." Lu Sheng's eyes moved slightly, and a flaming long knife appeared in his hand.
The crimson red flaming knife instantly lit up the surroundings, releasing a golden halo that looked like a halo.
This was the Nan Ming Li Fire, a powerful flame that represented the Vermilion Bird Tribe.
The flame seemed to have a life of its own as it danced around Lu Sheng.
When the men of the Zhemu Tribe saw this, their expressions changed. They knew that they were looking for trouble.
"It's some kind of special flame. Let's attack together and kill him!"
The leader of the Sorcerer Tribe waved his hand, and a dozen men and women of the Sorcerer Tribe rushed out from the surrounding forest.
As members of the Sorcerer Tribe, regardless of whether they were hunting or killing their opponents, they would always use as much strength as they could. They would always attack together.
When all the Sorcerer Tribe members raised their hands, thick and sharp vines drilled out from the surrounding trees and flew towards Lu Sheng.
These vines were extremely difficult to deal with. Ordinary flames had no effect on them, but this did not apply to the Nan Ming Li Fire.
Lu Sheng flicked his wrist, and the flame on the flaming knife immediately released a large number of tongues of flame towards the vines.
Boom!
The vines were set ablaze, and one by one, they withered and charred.
The surrounding Sorcerer Tribe members roared angrily and increased their power output. More vines covered the sky and flew towards the flame.
Immediately, the Nan Ming Li Fire that had just been released was covered by more vines in the blink of an eye. Soon, it was completely extinguished.
"Oh? Not bad. " Lu Sheng was surprised. These were just ordinary members of the Sorcerer Tribe, but they could actually extinguish the flame that he had casually released. It seemed that the Sorcerer Tribe had some tricks up their sleeves.
"Let's do it again." He raised the flaming knife and shook it slightly.
Instantly, a large number of crimson flames with a golden glow gathered together, forming a blurry shape of a bird.
This was a natural formation. Lu Sheng did not control it at all. He only gathered a large number of Nan Ming Li Fire together, and it automatically formed this shape.
"Go." Lu Sheng pointed forward, and the firebird immediately flew out, whistling violently as it pounced towards the Sorcerer Tribe members.
Countless vines rose into the air and blocked its path. However, they were easily smashed by the firebird and burned into countless charred black spots.
The Sorcerer Tribe members who had been fighting back did not even have time to retaliate. They were swallowed by the sudden appearance of the firebird.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten Sorcerer Tribe members were completely burned to ashes.
Lu Sheng's expression did not change. He held his knife and slowly walked forward. With a single step, he could cross tens of meters.
The firebird flew back to his side and danced around him.
Moo!
The group of Behemoth Tribe members who had just been drinking water were instantly shocked. They panicked and fled in all directions. More Wood Tribe warriors rushed over from afar.
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