"He can hide it from the world, but he can't hide it from me!" said the saint of Taiqing, "The human saint master, including his master, underestimated him. His supernatural powers are extremely similar to those of the master who comprehended Pangu's method of dividing the souls of the soul. They are even more perfect and more perfect. If not, I would not have found it."

"What a holy master who deceived the entire prehistoric world. But only in this way can the prehistoric world be calm and let the lich really fight to the death!"

I exclaimed.

"Master, the Holy Master is really not dead, where is he?"

Xuandu asked.

"I can't calculate it!" said the saint of Taiqing, "He is not in the human race, the only place he can go, and can hide from the powerful people in the world, is the Netherworld."

"As long as you're not dead!"

Xuandu sat down and showed a silly smile.

"Don't reveal it, otherwise his efforts will be in vain!"

"Master, I will not leave the Tushita Palace in the future!"

"Good disciple! This time you participate in the war has infinite benefits. You have witnessed life and death, seen misery, and realized the most essential things in the world. You can save you millions of years of hard practice. Practice hard and reach the quasi-saint realm as soon as possible!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xuandu looked firm.

If there are many quasi-saints in our human race, can we still be bullied by lichs?

The rules of the prehistoric world, the original sin of the weak, and strength is supreme.
Chapter completed!