"People, where are people?"

Cen Qiaofu climbed from the Pillar of Reincarnation to the Eighteenth Heaven, thinking of helping Xu Xiaoshou.

Unexpectedly, the enemy was not seen, and Xu Xiaoshou was darting around, as if he was looking for something.

From time to time, he would bend down and pick something up.

The landscape of the 18th level is indeed a bit unique. The space is fragmented and filled with an aura of ruin.

The earth is filled with pits, deep ditches and huge chasms, which are so bizarre that if you zoom in with holy thoughts and see...

What a coincidence!

Those deep pits are like enlarged versions of human footprints!

Cenqiaofu made a careful identification and his whole face changed:

"This must be the giant foot!"

"This is the battlefield!"

Where is the unique landform? Just look at the scattered residual fluctuations of the Holy Power and the broken Tao...

Xu Xiaoshou has already had a fight with the Half-Saint!

"call out."

Just as he was thinking about it, the young man in black who kept teleporting in front of him finally came to him.

He stared straight at the deep pit at his feet, and suddenly reached out to pat his arm:

"Give."

Cenjov quickly moved away. He didn't want to touch this hedgehog.

"Where are the people?"

In front of Xu Xiaoshou, he asked again.

There is no way, this guy just said that there are six enemies.

A Half Saint has appeared here, plus five Taixu. Even so, Xu Xiaoshou can handle it...

What if?

What if there is another half-saint lurking?

Seeing this boy pretending to be mute and not speaking, Cen Qiaofu became a little anxious: "What on earth are you looking for..."

The voice stopped suddenly.

Because Xu Xiaoshou used the spiritual thread as a net from an unknown depth under the ground to pull out a crystal gem the size of a fist.

"Half-holy person!"

Cenqiaofu's eyes suddenly gleamed, and he hurried forward to pick up the thing and look at it carefully.

In fact, the appearance of the semi-holy person is not the same, and even the size does not have a specific standard, but they are basically the same.

Especially the smell of pure holy power inside, which is impossible to copy.

Cenqiaofu only glanced at it and confirmed with surprise: "It's really a semi-holy person!"

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at him with drooped eyelids, "How can this thing be fake?"

"No!" Cenqiaofu shook his head, "I mean, this 18th level is indeed full of treasures. Can we dig out a semi-holy person?"

Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

"What's the benefit? If this happens, won't your master be able to be canonized in the ruins?" Cenkoufu muttered while stroking the treasure in his hand. He quickly remembered something, "By the way, where is the person you are talking about?"

Xu Xiaoshou was silent again, just staring at him.

"What do you think I did?" Cenchofu frowned. Just as he was about to say something more, his brows suddenly raised high.

He quickly lowered his head and glanced at the crystal gem in his hand, then looked up at Xu Xiaoshou in shock, and said in disbelief: "Kill, kill?"

Xu Xiaoshou: "What do you think?"

"no……"

"this!"

Cenjov was in a daze for a moment, suddenly speechless.

Half-Saint, I will kill you now, it will only take less than a quarter of an hour, right?

Although Xu Xiaoshou had told them to wait for half an hour in the first heaven before coming back.

But the situation was urgent, and this guy left in a hurry without explaining anything.

At that time, Cen Qiaofu only cooperated with the Water Ghost on the first level with Palace Master Bai Zhou to temporarily remove the influence of the evil god's power on Wu Xiu.

He asked the two of them to help watch for a while, and hurriedly went to heaven to help him fight.

Although this was delayed for a short while, it definitely took less than a quarter of an hour, right?

That's it……

The battle is over?

Half Saint, died so easily?

"No, no, no, there's something wrong!"

Cenjou himself is a half-saint and knows the strength of a semi-saint.

He stopped rubbing his hands and gently touched the semi-saint's figure with his palm.

Warm!

Is this the temperature I got on the plate, or should I say...

"Did you really kill him?"

Cen Qiaofu raised his eyes again, still unable to believe it.

How could a semi-saint die so easily? If nothing else, he would just talk about all kinds of weird ways to survive.

After the body is destroyed, there is a soul, and after the soul is destroyed, there is a will. This is not to mention that each family has its own abilities and can survive in various more bizarre ways.

It can be said……

It is easy to defeat, but difficult to kill. Unless it is completely crushed, people will not even be able to react, and they will be dead physically, mentally and spiritually!

Looking at Xu Xiaoshou's calm eyes, Cen Qiaofu seemed to have gotten the answer, and his hand holding the semi-saint became slightly weak.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't ask any questions, so he could only change the topic:

"Where are the others? Didn't you say there were six?"

All the half-saints were killed.

Taixu, shouldn’t he be run away, right?

Thinking like this, he saw Xu Xiaoshou throw away the bag containing the God's Fate Star behind him, his chin raised, and there was no follow-up.

Wha, what do you mean?

Cen Qiaofu was really unsure about Xu Xiaoshou at this moment. He took a tentative step forward and stretched out his hand to indicate whether he needed to open it.

Xu Xiaoshou pressed his chin again.

Cenqiaofu knelt down in confusion, opened the bag with his own hands, and poured out the contents.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Amidst the sound of the gods' destiny stars rolling, several more fist-sized semi-saint figures came out.

Cen Qiaofu's mind buzzed for a moment. He turned around and looked at Xu Xiaoshou blankly, and all the sounds in his throat were lost.

…

"This, this is..."

The patterns on the rear light up one after another.

At this moment, more than ten intelligence officers of the Holy Slave had already walked out.

After Bai Zhou, Sang Lao, and Duanhou's water ghost all appeared, it meant that these were the only representatives of the saint slaves who were selected to ascend to the eighteenth heaven.

"Five more half-saints!"

At this moment, someone in the crowd was shouting.

Everyone looked at the semi-saint figure rolled on the ground covered in dust and discarded like worn out shoes. Their expressions were similar to Cenchofu's, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Am I falling into the illusion of swordsmanship?"

"Five, including the one in Elder Cen's hand, six half-saints?"

"Were they all killed by Master Shou? How long has it been since then?"

"Wait a minute, didn't Master Shou mention six Taixu before? How could it be six...half-saints?"
To be continued...