The other eleven magicians also swore to their elemental gods, hoping to leave safely, because they were magicians who were more noble than nobles.

Zhao Sicheng looked at these people with interest. It was really interesting. Are people in this world so arrogant that they were so arrogant that they were self-recognized? Zhao Sicheng has not experienced the breath of Canglang God. However, with Zhao Sicheng's spiritual power, he could clearly feel that the Fire God had probably only the cultivation level of the Tribulation Period. If he was in the Demon Realm, he could not even be considered a demon servant. In this way, he could be called a god, so would he be called a god ancestor?

Zhao Sicheng continued to look at the twelve magicians, all wearing magic robes, one level 8, three level 7, four level 6, and four level 5, not bad, it should be enough for the time being, so he said to Chris: "Chris, bring that level 8 magician here."

"Yes, young master." Chris responded. After venting just now, Chris' mental state has indeed improved a lot.

The twelve people then discovered Zhao Sicheng. Everyone stared at Zhao Sicheng with surprise. This was a little brat, probably less than three years old, and she was cute and tender. However, this cute brat could command Chris Sword God, and it seemed that Chris Sword God still respected him very much.

Chris indeed brought Wilson to Zhao Sicheng. Wilson was about to speak, but Zhao Sicheng continued to instruct: "Xiaobai, use your talented magical powers."

Xiaobai used his demonic power and suddenly turned into a giant tiger more than ten meters long. He opened his mouth and swallowed Wilson in one bite, then shrank to a normal size. Finally, he stuck out his tongue and licked his upper teeth. It seemed that Wilson tasted pretty good.

I heard Xiaobai say, "Master, there should be a quarter of an hour left for all digestion, so you can wait a moment."

The other eleven magicians were already scared and begged for mercy to Zhao Sicheng and asked Zhao Sicheng not to let Xiaobai eat them. One of the 6th-level magicians even knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Sicheng. He expressed his willingness to be Zhao Sicheng's slave, just asking not to be eaten by Xiaobai. It's better to live without death! Moreover, not everyone can face death calmly, especially waiting to be eaten.

His behavior immediately caused a chain reaction. Most of the magicians who were more noble than the nobles knelt down and kowtowed to mercy. Except for a level 5 magician and a level 7 magician, they did not despise these magicians who knelt down and beg for mercy, because they could not escape the fate of being eaten. They just wanted to live a more dignified life at the end of their lives.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and one of the level 6 magicians finally couldn't help it. They grabbed a hard stone from the ground and stabbed it into his throat.

Zhao Sicheng did not stop the suicide of this level 6 magician. Chris wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Zhao Sicheng.

The level 6 magician pierced the stone into his throat. He opened his eyes wide and didn't understand why Zhao Sicheng didn't stop him from committing suicide. Then his body became weak and he fell straight down.

Zhao Sicheng looked at the level 6 magician who was lying on the ground and still bleeding on his neck. He stretched out his right hand and saw that the light-type magic elements around him seemed to be subjected to some gravity. He quickly gathered towards Zhao Sicheng's hand. With only three breaths, Zhao Sicheng's hand gathered a light-type magic ball with a diameter of half a meter.

Zhao Sicheng threw the half-meter-long light-type magic ball in his hand into the air. The light-type magic ball slowly formed a six-winged archangel more than three meters tall. The six-winged archangel had long golden hair and a handsome appearance. A golden light flashed around his body, and a compassionate look appeared on his face. He saw the level 6 magician bleeding from his neck on the ground, and he swooped into one with the level 6 magician.

The level 6 magician who was still bleeding on the ground was at this time, and the blood that had flowed out of his neck began to flow back, and it flowed back into the wound on his neck. The wound on the neck of the level 6 magician, after sucking the blood flowed out, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, there was no trace left on the neck of the level 6 magician.

The other ten magicians and Chris opened their eyes wide and looked at the level 6 magician. This was a level 6 earth magician. He looked forty or fifty years old, about 1.75 meters tall, wearing a tall magic hat and a dark brown magic robe. The cuffs of the magic robe were embroidered with six stars, brown hair, brown eyes, and a high nose. The magic was growing his mouth and touching his neck with his hands, obviously looking for the bleeding wound just now.

The level 7 magician who did not kowtow and beg for mercy swallowed and spitted slowly in his voice tremblingly: "Silence, level 9 light magic, the redemption of the archangel."

After saying that, the level 7 magician looked at Zhao Sicheng, who was still looking at him. He was completely desperate. He originally planned to commit suicide to avoid the fate of being eaten by Xiaobai.

But seeing Zhao Sicheng using "Architecture's Redemption" without any effort, he could roughly estimate that Zhao Sicheng could issue at least a dozen such healing magic. It is worthy of being a person who can make Chris Sword God so respectful. It is really effortless to play with them. These people don't even have the right to commit suicide.

Zhao Sicheng also glanced at the level 7 magician. He was a level 7 water magician. He looked over fifty years old and was about 1.78 meters tall. He was wearing a water-blue magic robe. His blue eyes were full of despair, fair skin, and his body might be trembling because of fear.

Zhao Sicheng said, "Yes, it's very insightful! Even the salvation of the great angels, don't resist. Xiaobai's natural magic will not hurt your lives. It's just a change of body for you, and it's an immortal body. It's many times better than your weak bodies."

Eleven magicians, including this level 7 magician, all stared at Zhao Sicheng blankly. Although they didn't know what kind of body Zhao Sicheng said was, they also had a premonition that they would definitely not be human after they were eaten.

I have never heard of the Yuanjing Continent. There is a human who can be immortal unless it is a god. However, the light-winged tiger in front of me has the strength of the mid-level holy level, so it will definitely not be able to transform them into the divine body of the god.

But that's fine, since Zhao Sicheng said that he would not hurt their lives, they didn't have to worry. They had seen Zhao Sicheng's power, and had the ability to send more than a dozen level 9 magics at will, and would not be bored to deceive these little minions.

The eleven magicians' hearts were filled with bitterness, "Yes, we wizards who are unattainable in the eyes of others are just small minions who are dispensable in the eyes of others. Now we even have our own life and death in the hands of the other party, and we don't even have the right to commit suicide."

Just as the eleven magicians were thinking, Xiaobai's innate magical powers had been transformed. Xiaobai opened his mouth and vomited a ball of white air, which directly turned into Wilson's appearance.
Chapter completed!