Without saying a word, the second sister punched Qin Ze in the face with a flaming punch.
Bai Bai flapped her wings in panic and said in a voice transmission: "This woman is crazy and has turned her face against me."
If she had known this, she should have opened the door and went in to eat the buffet.
Bai Bai was in deep regret and pity.
Qin Ze crossed his arms above his head and blocked the second sister's punch.
The scorching sun fire burned on his forearm, and Qin Ze couldn't help shaking his wrist.
The second sister said in a voice transmission: "There is no one behind the left."
Qin Ze understood and retreated to the left while cooperating with the second sister to perform hard.
Because the old man of the Night Clan was on the scene, Qin Ze did not use the scorching sun fire.
The old man of the Night Clan was overjoyed. Finally, reinforcements came, and the strongest one came. How could he lose this time?
The changes in Beitianmen have been calmed down, but Qin Ze just came out from below.
As the culprit, this guy must not be let go.
The old man shouted: "Catch him!"
This is not the first time that Qin Ze and the second sister have cooperated like this.
The last time was in the vault.
The two fought fiercely.
The endless sonic booms collapsed space.
The eyelids of the old man of the Night Clan twitched fiercely.
Who are these people? They are all very strong.
Qin Ze and the second sister fought hard and soon disappeared in the fog.
Seeing this, the King of Dharma said in the local area network: "We can also retreat."
The self-destruction group hidden in the depths of the fog came on stage at this time.
The kings immediately distanced themselves from their opponents.
Before the old man and his friends could figure out the situation, they saw a group of beast masks rushing out of the fog.
"Heroes always appear at the end!"
"Die, little blackie!"
"There are no cowards in the self-destruction group!"
"Smear your face!"
"..."
Boom boom boom——
After the old guys in the self-destruction group finished shouting their slogans, they collectively self-destructed and spiraled into the sky.
Dozens of blood-red mushroom clouds tens of meters high rose from the ground at the same time.
The old man of the Night Clan and others were all ninth-level warriors. The power of a single clone's self-destruction was no different from farting for them.
However, the simultaneous self-destruction of dozens of clones magnified the power of this fart dozens of times.
Several people staggered.
The old man of the Night Clan who was closest was even covered in paste.
He wiped the paste on his face and saw that the kings had all escaped.
With the existence of the fog of war, it was not so easy to chase.
Moreover, could this be a trap to lure people into a trap?
The old man of the Night Clan thought for a moment and said to the remaining three people: "Don't chase the desperate enemy, you stay here."
As he said that, he passed through the space formation and arrived at the underground where the Heavenly Gate was.
The arena no longer existed, but the old man's focus was not on this arena prepared for the Ten Thousand Clan Competition.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the North Heavenly Gate, which was still intact.
The ground around the North Heavenly Gate had a slight collapse, which was obviously caused by a violent impact.
The old man of the Night Clan's face sank: "The door has been opened."
...
The second sister "escorted" Qin Ze all the way to the designated location.
Even though she was full of scorching sun fire, her face was as cold as frost.
"Go to my residence in two hours."
After saying this, the second sister immediately turned around.
Bai Bai saw the people walking away and whispered: "She was fighting to the death just a second ago, and suddenly she let you go. This woman seems to be sick."
Qin Ze said: "Watch more and learn more. Everything you learn is yours."
Bai Bai was puzzled. What to learn?
As the North Gate closed, the dazzling light that shot up into the sky disappeared, and the fog of war gradually dispersed.
People on the street saw that there was nothing exciting to see, and they all went back to their homes.
Qin Ze changed his face again, and walked around the city like nothing happened, inserting eyes as he walked.
The King of Dharma said in the local area network: "The Ten Thousand Races Competition is held at the North Gate of Heaven. The Ancient Clan will not want to sacrifice the blood of the geniuses of each race to open the door."
Qin Ze denied this idea: "The blood of the gods is irreplaceable. No matter how many geniuses gather their blood together, it is useless without the breath of the gods."
He couldn't figure out why his blood could open the door. Was it just because of the divine vein of Master Huang?
Brother Devourer said: "Think carefully, what is in your blood."
Qin Ze replied: "Nothing special, my original blood, the divine vein of Master Huang, the divine vein transformed by the divine tree, and some of the source of the alien beasts..."
The clown sighed: "Good guy, your blood is quite mixed."
Qin Ze looked at it and found that his blood was indeed not very "clean".
Brother Devourer said: "The only thing that is somewhat related to Beitianmen is the blood of the God of Huang."
The King of Dharma: "There are more than one void beast in the abyss. If there are others who canIf we extract the blood of the God of Desolation inside, wouldn't it be possible to open the door? There must be other insurances. "
Qin Ze murmured: "Other insurances..."
The figure of the little butterfly flashed in his mind.
Qin Ze found the point: "Chaos Beast, I also ate a Chaos Beast."
"That ball is also, the blood of the God of Desolation plus the chaos full of impurities."
"Now it seems that the blood of the God of Desolation on the surface of the ball is not only a cage, but also a key."
The blood of the God of Desolation plus chaos, this is a double insurance.
Except for that ball, no one else can open the gate of heaven.
Brother Devourer said: "How do you plan to stop this great competition among all races next?"
The clown: "This is not simple, just show them the identity of the Pretty God."
"Once the divine pattern is on, all of you mortals kneel down!"
"No one can open this great competition among all races, the Pretty God said so! "
The King of Dharma snorted coldly: "The Ancient Clan doesn't mind killing the Pretty God, and it just happens to get a portion of the Source of God."
Qin Ze's current single combat power is very strong, and he is not afraid of even a demigod.
But the Ancient Clan has countless level nine warriors and peak level nine warriors, and even an unknown number of demigods.
It is not a wise move to confront head-on.
Qin Ze sighed: "If you practice hard as I said, not only will my cultivation level be improved, but you will all be strong now, and we can directly overturn the Ancient Clan."
The clones cursed.
"You don't recognize people after you pull up your pants, right?"
"We have always eaten grass and squeezed out blood."
"Without our group of bull... noisy brothers, you are just an entry-level warrior now."
"You are a dog who eats cow and horse blood buns! ”
“…”
While bickering with his clones, Qin Ze unknowingly walked to the business district of the black market.
Since there is no curfew, it is now a bustling time here.
Gentle ladies solicit customers at the door, drunkards walk around in groups of three or two, snack shops with fragrant smells, stalls selling some strange and weird gadgets...
Bai Bai looked around, wishing he had an extra pair of eyes.
When Qin Ze passed by a restaurant, he was attracted by the aroma of the food inside.
“Speaking of which, I haven’t eaten for a long time.”
Ninth-level warriors do not need to eat, but everyone has the desire for food.
“When you go in later, just look, don’t say anything.”
After warning Bai Bai, Qin Ze walked into the restaurant.