"Hmm? You'll be level three so soon?"

Not long after he appeared in the real world, Fang Lei raised his eyebrows and felt that many level three existences had been born among the rules he mastered.

In the secret realm of Britain, Avalon, Artoria sat cross-legged on the ruins of King Arthur's palace, and the power of wind and fire continued to appear and disappear around her.

The golden fighting spirit burned, making her look extremely sacred.

Not far away, the round table knights looked at Artoria sitting cross-legged with excitement and nervousness. At the same time, they also opened up their fighting spirit and carefully protected the potions transplanted from the Olympus Secret Realm and the Magic Forest.

Just as she was waiting for this nervousness, Artoria, who was sitting cross-legged, opened her eyes suddenly, and the golden fighting spirit covering her body suddenly became dazzling, making her whole body as dazzling as a small sun.

The gusts of wind were released from her body without any rules, causing the gravel in the ruins to be swept out continuously, and the hot flames also attached to her fighting spirit, making her fighting spirit truly burn.

The hot heat mixed with the strong wind, and the rolling heat waves kept radiating outward from Artoria's body.

The auras of the knights of the round table were connected, resisting the continuous wave of heat and preventing the potion from being affected by it.

And in such a wind and fire vision, the gravel that was originally flying towards the outside was not at the moment, but suddenly it was like a static button being pressed. No matter how fierce the hot wind was, I was as calm as a mountain.

"Boom!"

Amidst the low sounds, the earth began to shake undetectably, and cracks as dense as spider webs radiated towards the four directions with Artoria as the center.

A heavy force gushed out of the earth, causing Artoria to levitate herself.

A smile appeared on her face: "The earth was finally subjugated by the power of the lion. Am I entering level 3?"

The joy on Artoria's face disappeared after only a moment of sustaining. Thinking of Siri, who had evaporated from the world, Artoria's face could not hide its worries.

It's not just Artoria who successfully entered the third level.

In fact, just entering level 3 alone is not enough to surprise Fang Lei.

Because although Artoria is important, it has not reached the level of being able to represent the extraordinary world before one person can.

What really surprised Fang Lei was that the third-level extraordinary people were born everywhere in the world!

In Germany, the deep pool of blood seemed to be boiling, and blood bubbles continued to emerge, and tiny vortexes flashed through the dark red blood.

Around the blood pool, a large group of blood tribes looked at the blood pool that exuded a fatal temptation, and the desire on their faces was unconcealed.

In addition to the pure virgin blood, there is also a large amount of extraordinary blood in this pool of blood.

The sea clan, the monster, the extraordinary... Through the channels of the Beismai family, a large amount of blood was acquired by the Beismai family, and they were eventually injected into this pool of blood.

Although they were eager, no one dared to act rashly, and they could only look at the blood pool frantically.

In the blood pool, a breath that made their bloodline tremble was constantly brewing and generating.

That was the breath of the blood clan count.

Thump...

A violent heartbeat sound came from the blood pool, and the entire blood pool followed the heartbeat sound, constantly opening and shrinking, just like an evil heart beating.

Every time it beats, the blood in the blood pool will be reduced by a portion of the naked eye.

As the heartbeat became louder and louder, only a figure shrouded in blood was finally left in the pool of blood.

The blood shadow is like a demon, extremely ferocious.

Thick blood wings, ferocious blood claws, wild muscles and lines... all kinds of elements are combined together. If a pair of curved corners on the sword, it will look like the legendary demon.

"Have you met the Earl!"

Amid the uniform and frenzied shouts, all the blood clans knelt down under the trembling bloodline.

At this moment, all the blood was absorbed by Otto in an instant, and Otto, who had become much younger, floated up with intoxication and satisfaction on his face.

naked, the shadow under his feet was constantly twisting as if he had come alive.

He opened his arms: "Clanmen, welcome your ancestors! Cheer, the blood clan finally gave birth to the Earl, the great Earl of Otto!"

With the movement of spreading his arms, Otto's body filled with black mist, turning into dense bats, filling the cave.

Not only the German blood clan has broken through, but werewolf Edward also touched the threshold of level 3. However, compared to Otto's perception of life and death, Edward is always a little bit short of breaking through.

This little bit of it made the saints who were in a perfect state of mind in France easily cross the past.

Among the dozen saints, three have successfully advanced to level 3. The holy light has become purer in their hands, and there are more holy light techniques they can use.

In Egypt, Seth finally broke through to the third level under the guidance of the spiritual medicine and the pharaoh.

The third-level realm of Seit has not changed much from its appearance.

When he was in human form, he still looked like Seth.

When it is parasitic, the golden bird-shaped giant is still the golden bird-shaped giant.

But Seit knew very well how powerful the power in his body was now.

As the pharaoh chosen by the pharaoh, Seth's current storm and yellow sand magic finally came into the house.

Even if you don't transform, relying on your own strength alone is enough to make Seit not afraid of any extraordinary person below level three.

And after transformation, Seit will only become stronger!

You should know that Pharaoh and Seth are parasitic relationships that prosper and lose together.

Sait successfully broke through level 3, and the Pharaoh was promoted.

The Site, who turned into a golden giant, not only had various attributes undergone qualitative changes, but the third-level pharaoh finally awakened his own unique power.

That is...the power of the sun!

In Egyptian mythology, the sun god pulls the same sun power as the sun god.

Of course, for the Pharaoh, the third level was just a state of initial awakening, and the power of the sun was still very weak.

But no matter what, the Pharaoh who awakened the power of the sun made Seit develop unprecedented ambitions.

Above the pyramid, Seth spread out his gorgeous golden wings and floated in the air. A golden light burst out from his body like a small sun.

In the night, the sun's light is so bright, and the figure of the gods in the sun is so sacred.

In Cairo, many people looked at the Sate, which emitted the sun-like light in awe, and some people even kept their eyes flashing.

Although the power of the Pharaoh was stolen,... it was the power under the Pharaoh, and it seemed that it was still much worse than the power of the real Pharaoh...

After all, in mythology, Pharaoh has always been a character who enslaved all living beings, and the extraordinary power he gave to mankind seems to be completely incomparable to the power of gods.

"No matter what, we have mastered extraordinary power. I believe that with the power of our family, we will definitely be able to understand extraordinary secrets and improve existing martial arts."

"Hmph... Mummy is not born to enslave you."

The Cairo people, who were in awe and undercurrents, didn't know at this moment that Seth, who was like a god, was talking to the Pharaoh in his heart:

"Pharaoh, do you think I'm awesome?"

"Pharaoh, do you think I look like Artoria?"

"If you don't look at it, you won't die!" The Pharaoh cursed with regret!

Not only the Western supernatural people began to enter the third level in batches, but the Eastern supernatural people were the same.

In Fusang, in the Qingming Shrine, a powerful aura continued to swell, and the entire Qingming Shrine seemed to be in the air.

The faint strange flame turned into runes and formations. Mie Toyumen sat cross-legged in the formation, and the cold power in her body grew stronger and stronger.

After a long time, Mie Toomimon suddenly opened her eyes and showed a beautiful smile on her face:

"It seems like I can capture a new Shikigami again..."

"I heard that there is an eight-headed monster snake in Kuraba Prefecture, which can be used as an alternative."

"If it had the bloodline of Yamata Orochi, it would be great."

Entering the third level, Mie Torimono's aura became even more weird, and she was also ready to move towards the new Shikigami.

Although Onmyoji masters magic and talismans, they are inferior to the Taoist priests in China. The real power of Onmyoji still comes from Shikigami!

Just like Lord Abe Harumaki in the mythological era, he mastered the twelve Shikigami with his own strength, even if he was a god... he would not dare to underestimate such a powerful existence.

"If I could be so strong, Lord Ryosuke would have no worries."

Mie Torimon's voice echoed in the room slowly.

In fact, it was not just Mie Torimon, but he was not the only one who broke through to level 3 in Fusang.

In the deep mountains of the northern Fusang and Hokkaido region, after absorbing a large amount of power that was nourished in the bodies of those ghost warriors, Ishikawa also successfully broke through to the third level.

The third level of realm... made the evil power from the killing stone in his body even stronger, and the wind seemed to have become his toy.

In the sacred mountain covered by wind and snow, Ishikawa walked out of the dilapidated temple in a terrifying aura. A large number of ghost warriors exuding a vicious purple aura fell silently to the ground.

Even without looking at the ghost warriors, Ishikawa looked up, looked at Xingye, muttering to himself:

"It's time to find a way to Huangquan Kingdom. As long as you master Huangquan Kingdom, even Fusang and those damn Onmyoji will no longer make me feel troubled."

In Ishikawa's eyes, his ambitions were obvious.

There was no way. In Fusang, he had already become a quarrel in the state of everyone, and he was about to lose.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already had some evil worship effect in Fusang, he would probably have run away long ago.
To be continued...