Peerless Pill God

He wasn't willing to be fooled. Who knew that Wang Yuan still had a big gift bag waiting for him?    

Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, the pressure of the old ancestor of Royal Family completely disappeared, as if he had never been here before. As for Wang Yuan's cadaveric poison, it had already occupied the soul. He wasn't willing to accept it, because Qin Sheng hadn't been fooled.    

"Hehehehe ~"    

A few disgusting ghoul followed the smell of blood and walked over. They tried to attack Wang Yuan, but found that Wang Yuan had lost all his ability to attack. Finally, they rushed forward.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Wang Yuan exploded. He still had a few unknown energy Bullets in his hand. The power had already surpassed the power of an ordinary Xiao Sheng.    

The ghoul was also buried along with him.    

The moment that Wang Yuan self-detonated, Qin Sheng's sharp soul Qi could sense a dangerous Qi, and he had already left the explosion area ahead of time.    

The higher the realm of soul, the more alert and predictive he would be.    

Qin Sheng had once heard Long Dawei boast that his master was also an immortal's progeny, and possessed a noble bloodline. Even a true god would have to kneel and kowtow three times and nine times before Long Dawei's master.    

That was a true god with a long lifespan that was almost indestructible. How could such a noble and terrifying existence be so respectful to the fairy-descendant?    

It couldn't be helped. In the deepest part of the Great Desolation in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there was indeed a fairy-descendant. Their bloodline and identity were much more noble than the god race. Normally, they wouldn't appear once in tens of millions of years.    

Of course, this was only Long Dawei's boast. He said that his master's Cultivation Level was extremely terrifying. To be able to enter the dream ahead of time, one dream would take three thousand years. In other words, he would be able to know what would happen in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in the next three thousand years ahead of time.    

This was a pretty scary boast. An ordinary person would usually fight on the battlefield all year round, predicting the danger ahead of the moment of life and death. Long Dawei actually boasted that Master could predict the future three thousand years ahead of schedule.    

Qin Sheng originally didn't believe it, but as his soul realm advanced, his prediction of danger became more and more advanced.    

The gap between his grade and the Cultivation Level of the fairy-descendant was just too great. If he could reach Xiao Sheng, Great Saint, or even Saint Ruler, Qin Sheng's soul realm would only become more powerful.    

Perhaps one day, Qin Sheng would be able to reach the level of the fairy-descendant. It wasn't impossible for him to reach 3,000 years in a single dream!    

. . .    

The space in the Great Sage Tomb was too big. The palace stretched continuously. Adding the obstruction of the black fog, Qin Sheng couldn't use the airborne flight. Soon, he met two familiar faces.    

"Zhao Lin and Baili Che?"    

The two of them fought on their own, killing dozens of ghouls.    

Tens of ghouls! Each of them could easily devour a Nine Heavy Saint realm Fighter! Even a Xiao Sheng realm Fighter could only spend a little more time and eat a few more mouthfuls!    

Zhao Lin's blond hair fluttered in the wind. She held a treasured sword in her hand, and her long robe had been changed into a battle armor. She was using some kind of Swordsmanship, and although it looked like it had an ordinary power, it was full of variables. A rain of swords rained down.    

Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!    

More than ten ghoul were instantly killed, and turned into a pile of rotten meat.    

Qin Sheng also used a sword. Back then, he had also comprehended the Sword Intent, but now, he had walked all the way here.