Chapter 4742

Liu Ye and others, Su Han must be killed.

Because they saw their points gold card and had bad intentions, not killing is also a future trouble.

But the white Pavilion is different. It's not a person, but a force!

No matter how small a force is, it will be involved with other forces.

Su Han is a newcomer. Coupled with his sensitive identity, he naturally doesn't want to make trouble.

This is the main reason why he doesn't move Lin Xiong.

If Lin Xiong is just an ordinary disciple, his father is one of the elders of the Huahai hall in the white Pavilion. If he is killed, it will inevitably cause a series of anger.

Although Su Han is not afraid, he really doesn't want to get into such trouble.

His warning was not ignored by Han Yungui and others.

At least, Lin Xiong was pale and dared not say another word.

Su Han didn't intend to continue to take care of them and turned to leave.

But at this time, Han Yungui suddenly said, "Liu Ye's brother, named Liu Qing, is also a strong virtual saint, and holds the position of captain in the demon battlefield in the southern region!"

Su Han paused, looked back at Han Yungui, and didn't speak.

"In fact, I have one more thing to ask."

Han Yungui said again, "are you... Really a one-time quasi saint?"

The feeling of breath can hardly go wrong. In Han Yungui's opinion, although Su Han's combat power is terrible, his breath is really just a heavy quasi saint!

But how can a quasi Saint be so strong?

There are countless Tianjiao in the holy land, and the strong have many means. It's not strange to fight beyond their ranks.

But it can't be so much, can it?

Su Han didn't answer him. His figure flickered and disappeared.

Until Su Han left completely, Lin Xiong's pale face showed a touch of gloom.

"Miscellaneous!!!" His fists were clenched and his brows were exposed.

"All right!"

Han Yungui shouted, "let's call it a day. I'll report it to elder Lin!"

"Why?!"

Lin Xiong said angrily, "what if he is an empty saint? I'm afraid of his empty saint in the white pavilion? "

"This person is definitely not as simple as it looks. In my feeling... I'm afraid he's even stronger!" Han Yungui said.

"OK, elder Han is also an elder, but he was scared before he made a move?" Lin Xiong sneered.

"Fart!"

Han Yungui scolded, "you don't have long eyes. He just killed Liu Ye, who is also the seventh quasi saint. Can't I die in the past?"

"It's not over anyway!" Lin Xiong clenched his teeth.

……

Southern region, demon battlefield.

In a tent.

Dozens of people sat cross legged, with only one standing in the north.

The man's hair is so long that it almost sticks to the ground.

There was a ferocious scar on his face. When he spoke, the scar wriggled, making him look very fierce.

In front of these people, there was a map marked with many red dots.

At the moment, the scarred man was pointing to one of the red dots and said, "Yunsong ridge has set up a great array to rush God. As long as we can introduce the demons such as Fuling here, we will destroy them in one fell swoop."

"However, they are not so stupid. They have been on the line with us for a long time and have already known our routine. Therefore, if you want to lead them over... You must pay a price!"

There was silence in the tent.

Everyone knows that this price is the price of blood, even the price of life!

"There are more than 50000 soldiers in the army of subduing demons, including many virtual holy demons."

The scarred man added: "if we can annihilate them, we will get at least 500000 points. Even if we get them into everyone's hands, we can get 7000, 7000 or even 10000 points!"

Hearing the "points", everyone was moved.

"With our accomplishments, how difficult is it to earn 10000 points? Those false Saint demons are rarely alone. It's hard to kill them. Only now... "

At this point, the scar man suddenly stopped talking.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, but saw his palm turn and took out a life tablet.

At this moment, cracks have appeared on the memorial tablet of Benming.

"Huh?"

Everyone's face changed!

The scarred man's eyes are red!

"Bang!"

The memorial tablet exploded completely, turned into a light, and formed a screen in front of everyone.

A handsome man in white was reflected on the screen.

"Ah!!!"

Inside the tent, a shrill roar came out.

……

One day later, Su Han saw the scene of the southern region.

This place has been razed to the ground in the battle with demons.

At a glance, countless tents are stationed here, and only a few tall buildings are particularly conspicuous.

Outside the tent, there was a gloomy void and a crimson ground.

Even, Su Han could smell the strong smell of blood.

At the end of the line of sight, there was light flashing continuously, and the sound of fighting could be heard faintly.

The battle continued.

"Points..."

Su Han muttered to himself, "people die for money, birds die for food!"

In a place like the holy land, it's hypocritical to talk about the great righteousness of the human race.

More than 99% of the monks who come to the demon battlefield are for points.

Only the points of the holy palace can let them fight the crisis of death and fight with demons.

Including Su Han himself, the reason why he came to the demon battlefield is also for points!

In silence, Su Han dodged and went down.

Not only himself, but also many figures come from all directions.

In the rear of the region, although it was a Terran situation, it was still surrounded by a huge defense cover.

Because once this place collapses, the holy land will abandon this large area to prevent demons from entering the Terran state.

The shield is huge and covers the whole area. In the direction of Su Han, there are only three gaps with a diameter of about 100 meters.

Su Han and others entered through this gap.

They didn't know each other and didn't have the idea of talking. They all looked solemn.

After entering the region, some people directly headed for the demon battlefield.

Some people were stopped by the Terran team and recorded.

Su Han belongs to the latter.

"Name."

A middle-aged woman, dressed in Terran team clothes, counted with memory crystal.

"Blizzard." Su Han said.

"Blizzard?"

The middle-aged woman seemed surprised by Su Han's name, but she didn't ask much, and then said, "cultivation."

"A heavy quasi saint."

"Number of times to enter the demon battlefield."

"Zero."

"Which team do you want to join?"

"At will."

"Why are you here?"

"Defend Terran justice!"

The middle-aged woman turned her eyes at Su Han.

"Go to the second tent, get your primary team clothes, and count the combat power value for consuming points."

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