These thirty-six spiritual power cores that can release nearly the flow of spiritual power like dragon breath at any time are almost equivalent to thirty-six mobile and flexible tank guns with great power... Each shell has the power of almost extraordinary sub-dragon dragon breath!

It is hard to imagine how terrifying the power of Su Zhou, a Taoist cultivator, the dragon breath of his true body, is!

"As long as he learns to fire the robe in turn to ensure uninterrupted firepower suppression, no one can defeat him in a range of battles within sight!"

It was also about Su Zhou's communication, but the senior executive of the Union Bureau thought so in his mind: "Unless, quickly approach and enter the realm of close-fitting spirit martial arts, he cannot use this technique..."

Su Zhou didn't care about this at all, and smiled and still guessed by the other party.

Just as the troops of major forces around the world gathered in the Kunlun Secret Realm and were about to start the action.

North Asia Merica, Alaska Icefield.

New Saint Snake Spirit Prayer Club Headquarters.

A young voice rang out in the empty dome hall: "Have our people entered the Kunlun Secret Realm?"

"It has entered, leader." The respectful middle-aged male voice sounded: "This time, we can directly cross the Kunlun Secret Realm and directly place the teleportation beacon in the Beast God Realm - in this way, neither the righteous country nor other forces can stop us from going to another world."

In this core area of ​​the underground fortress built in permafrost and endless ice and snow, there is a row of strange long tables that twist like snakes.

On the head of the snake on the long table, it seemed that on the luxurious seat made of silver, gold, various crystals and gems, was a young man with a calm temperament and bright eyes as bright as sapphire.

The young man's face is feminine and neutral, but he will never be able to identify men and women. His long waist-length golden hair spread out on his shoulders, which seemed a bit unkempt, but you can see that these long golden hairs were moving on their own like life, like naughty little snakes, entangled and dispersed.

"Yeah." Faced with his subordinates' complimentary speech, the young man seemed not very happy. He crossed his hands and stood on the table, supporting his head, and said lazily: "I hope we can achieve our goal smoothly this time."

And beside him, a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo and was pleasing to the air immediately looked at him and responded: "No problem! The spiritual energy has been revived, and the Beast God Realm is also a wasteland without anyone's jurisdiction. As long as we can establish a perfect base there, then whether we prepare a large amount of sacrifices again, trade with the great existence in the void, or as our new base, we will surely regain the original glory of the Prayer Club..."

"Idiot, that's not our purpose." In response, the young man sighed. For this subordinate who had been unsure of the purpose and always flattered the horse's legs, and was useless except for loyalty. If it weren't for the fact that most of the elite power of the prayer meeting had been almost completely destroyed in Shan Kingdom before the spiritual energy was revived, he said that he would not have activated anything: "Setting a teleportation beacon in the Beast God Realm and opening the void trading ritual is naturally one of the purposes, but we have sent a long-awaited member to the American Federation Operation Team, not just for this!"

He patted the table with some regret: "Our purpose is that 'Su Zhou'!"

Saying this, the young man lowered his head and stared at the photo placed on the long table. He whispered to himself in a solemn tone: "Only he is our real goal."

You can see that there is only one person in the photo placed on the long table.
Chapter completed!