However, the more this level gap comes, the more shocking Gao Peng is.

You know, Da Zi is a mythical quality. Although the peak quality of the Xuanhai Silver Wing Three-Pupil Python reaches epic, its current quality is only elite.

There are three levels of perfection between elite and myth, epic and legend, and myth is four levels higher than elite.

Even so, with the assistance of Ah Dai and A Ban, the three-pupil python of Xuanhai Silver Wing was killed.

Although there are reasons for Da Zi's unfamiliar combat experience, the strength growth gap brought about by the improvement of each level in the later stage also forced Gao Peng to pay attention to the level.

It is very difficult to collect the materials required for each quality improvement, but if you use the effort of collecting these materials to concentrate on improving the beast control level, your strength will grow faster than the former.

Gao Peng always felt a sense of urgency in his heart. The ancient tribes returned, and from the Sangtong tribe's killing of Yingtianshu, we can see through the leopard. The people in these ancient tribes did not essentially regard them and us on the Earth Star as compatriots.

You can see how the Europeans dealt with the Indians after they discovered the New World.

Without protecting one's own strength, everything is false, and even these high-quality beasts of your own may be coveted.

On the one hand, Gao Peng wants to improve his quality, because the Earth Star World is suppressed, and as long as his beast control quality is ahead, he can gain an advantage among his peers.

But the same level is also very important. If the level is behind, the impact on strength will be great. Moreover, it is easier to improve the level than to improve the quality.

And there is another thing that needs to be verified, that is, if you put a beast that exceeds the limit level of the Earth Star into the beast control space, can you "smuggle" the beast control over?

This kind of loophole behavior is always particularly exciting.

And you just need to take them over, even if you hide them in the beast-controlled space and cannot be released.

Gao Peng sighed and came out for half a year... he was really homesick.

But he knew that he could not go back now.

As the saying goes, not returning home without wealth is like walking in brocade clothes at night, but you have never been rich now, so how can you return home?

Gao Peng thought that at least he would have to have an emperor-level beast under his command and a large group of emperor-level beasts to be considered a little rich man.

The Sangtong tribe has imperial-level beasts, and it can only be considered a second-rate tribe. If he doesn't even have an imperial-level beast, wouldn't he even be inferior to a second-rate tribe?

Thinking of this, Gao Peng's thoughts on going home became a little weaker.

"You go and break this emperor-level monster down. It's best to break up some good things." Gao Peng took out the altar on Aban's back and said to the little black man.

Although Gao Peng has tried his best to control his emotions, he can still vaguely tell the difference between satisfaction.

The little black man worked tirelessly to move the Xuanhai Silver Wing Three-Pupil Python to the altar, just like a silver snake curling up.

The little black man who broke down the emperor-level beast control did not show any special emotions, as if he was doing something sparse and ordinary.

"Okay, I'll try to break it down for you." The little black man nodded, and then he was ready to beat his hands. "It's been a long time since I've broken down the imperial-level beast, and I don't know if I'm not familiar with the skills."

Gao Peng's expression moved slightly, "I remember you don't have a name yet."

"I have a name, my name is the Great Cut Altar, I told you." The little black man suddenly became alert.

"Oh~" Gao Peng nodded suddenly, "But that's the name of the altar. Although you are one with the altar, you are the spirit of the altar after all. It's not good for me to directly cut the altar directly. I always feel like I'm calling this altar."

The little black man was confused, "I and the altar are one, so you call me..." "I will call you Heiwa!"

Heiwa was speechless, "No, why are you..." "Good name!" Xiao Huang slapped the altar, "I thought Gao Peng would give you Xiao Hei, but I didn't expect to give you such a nice name!" Xiao Huang slapped the altar several times, making the altar clang.

Heiwa, “…”

"Forget it, just be happy." Heiwa was too lazy to refuse. It was just a title anyway. It had many titles, but it was not inferior to Heiwa.

These names will eventually dissipate in the long river of time. When one million years, ten million years, one hundred million years, or even longer, when the sea turns into mulberry fields, when the mountains turn into valleys, even memories will become blurred for such a long time.

Who will remember a name, a name, and a code name?

Gao Peng poked Heiwa's forehead with one finger. Heiwa stood back and stood unsteadily, and sat on the altar, "Why are you stupid? Go to work quickly." Gao Peng scolded.

The long river of time and the long time are like a bubble being poked by Gao Peng with one finger.

Heiwa glared at Gao Peng, but it was still immersed in reminiscing about the past just now. At this moment, he was inexplicably thinking and was too lazy to care about Gao Peng.

It was not until Heiwa started working that Gao Peng began to clean up Aban's injuries. Gao Peng had no time to clean up the battle before.

The other beasts that were received in the beast control space were not injured, and the only ones were Aban and A Dai.

Among them, Aban was most seriously injured. The original height of more than 800 meters was almost flattened by two layers, leaving only 600 meters. At the same time, the surface of his body was covered with pits of all sizes, and several cracks almost cut off his body.

Aban is already proud to be able to participate in this intensity battle as a king.

Among them, Aban's volume also has a great advantage. Although it is too large and there are many inconveniences, overall the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. However, it would be best if you can flexibly change the volume in battle.

Although Xiaocao has the ability to heal, its level is still low, and Aban's injury does not need it to be treated.

Aban moved a short distance away from the seaside, then sat on the ground, with all his claws closed, and when he closed his eyes, he fell asleep on the shore.

As Ah Ban sleeps, the wound that was penetrated on his body gradually heals.

Gao Peng felt the earth trembling under his feet, and the earth cracked open, and a steady stream of earth and rocks flowed out from the depths of the earth and into Aban's body.

These earth and stones quickly merged into Aban and then condensed into hard rock armor on it.

On the other side, a few king-level undead who were revived by A Dai, except for the Hell's Faceless Tree, walked to A Dai and knelt down. With a click, the bones cracked, and a large piece of soul flames surged out of the skull from the cracks of the bones. The soul flames gathered together and then sank into A Dai's body.

While devouring these soul flames, the cracks on Ah Dai's body gradually healed.

In terms of healing injuries, the Eight Immortals show their magical powers across the sea.

On the other hand, Dazi and Gao Peng, who had been reunited for a long time, hugged each other and had a friendly conversation. Gao Peng asked in detail how Dazi disappeared that day and where they were in the past six months.

Dazi didn't hide it, and told Gao Peng everything in detail.

After hearing this, Gao Peng realized that Da Zi had actually experienced two different worlds. Judging from Da Zi's indignant tone, Da Zi should have been driven out, but this silly guy didn't know about it, and he thought that some monster had attacked it behind his butt.

Everything Da Zi experienced was so coincidental, just like an invisible big hand manipulating all this behind her back.
Chapter completed!