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Chapter 4140: The Hunter in the Mist

The eighth half of the ancestors were constantly moving in one direction with their pitiful perceptions. They believed that even if this unknown mysterious fog was abnormal, it would definitely have a range.

Once you leave the scope, perception will be restored as before.

Otherwise… there may be danger!

Because even the peak of the extreme realm where defense and life-saving methods are maximized were killed like chopping melons and vegetables.

That kind of power can definitely cause damage to the half-ancestral level.

Although it doesn't matter if you are attacked once or twice.

If you get too many times, something will definitely happen!!!

As a half-ancestral creature, if it becomes a stepping stone to create the reputation of fate, it will be like falling and being nailed to the pillar of shame and being unable to be cut off!

The peaks of the extreme realm were also running around blindly at this time.

They thought they were moving in one direction, but there was a deviation visible to the naked eye in the direction of each step.

"ah!"

Another scream rang out.

The peak of the extreme realm among the third super power, who was named Saint Elder, fell!!!

Zhao Fan transformed into a hunter hidden in the fog!

Wherever the knife is, the goal is!

He had already told him that he had anger and blood, and he would first challenge the peak of the extreme realm.

Except for the first prey that Zhao Fan slashed to death with his angry blood, the second and third ones released the clone of the ancestral body stone after arriving at the target, and slapped them to death in an instant!

While slapping to death, he did not forget to collect the spoils.

After all, a super power has a high position and a powerful life, with a long history of life, with a very profound foundation, and he has several extreme robbery weapons, a large amount of resources, and refining materials...

With Zhao Fan's strength, he could not break through the peak of the extreme realm in a short period of time, so he could only put the Ancestral Stone Cluster on his body.

The reason why I didn't deal with Half Ancestor first.

It is because Half Ancestor has a little bit of small-scale perception around his body in this fog of chaos.

Zhao Fan could only let the Angry Blood bring him closer to the target, and then moved the clone of the Ancestral Stone out of the Nine Domain Tower to take action.

Directly hitting Half Ancestor not only ensures that he will not be killed with one blow, but also may be discovered by Half Ancestor first...

...

Shangxu Palace.

The Fifth Patriarch looked at each other.

“What’s going on now?”

"Which fog was placed by the ancestral weapon carried by half of the ancestor, or the work of creation?"

"Good guy, we can't even peek at it, I'm so worried!"

...

The valley of the fantasy heart.

The Ancestor's eyes blinked, "This fog... is even more outrageous than the illusion array I am most proud of. It is isolated from the perception of the Ancestral Realm at a distance? However... it seems that there is nothing but no god.

, If the control can be fully mobilized, the terrible level will definitely be greatly improved."

Her analysis was correct.

These fogs of chaos were collected directly by Zhao Fan in the Spiritual Realm's Break Cocoon Valley. Over time, the effect will become weaker and weaker, and will naturally dissipate, making it even more unrenewable.

It is equivalent to only capturing some soldiers, and the generals are the backbone that allows the fog of chaos to be fully utilized.

"Master, how is the fortune?" The Lord of Baixiang Palace was nervous.

"Don't worry, he is not only safe and sound, but also transforms from passive to active. Those peaks of the extreme realm are completely lambs, and he is allowed to hunt and slaughter."

Huan Zu smiled. The only thing she could be sure of was that she was safe and sound. As for the second half, it was speculation.

"That's good."

The Lord of Baixiang closed his eyes, held his hands and ten fingers together, praying for the white robe figure in his memory...


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