"Is there any other way?" Chen Zhao asked.

It is easy to kill a hundred demons, just go to hell for a trip.

But collecting the blood of a hundred subordinates of the King of Power is troublesome.

First of all, the King of Power is one of the ninety-nine demon kings.

But the king of power is still very few subordinates.

In hell, it can even be regarded as a rare animal like a giant panda.

King Kong is one, but he can only count as one.

"Yes, I will get a drop of blood directly from the King of Power. As long as you don't explode, you can reach the lord level physique."

Damn, saying it means not saying it.

I might as well ask for a drop of blood from the handsome guy.

Of course, a drop of blood from the handsome guy is also useless to Chen Zhao.

That thing is only useful to the top lords, and a drop of blood creates a secondary demon king.

Those who are lower than the level of the Great Lord will die if they touch them.

If the power is fully released, then all within a radius of 100 kilometers will be turned into ashes, and even the great lord will not be spared.

As for getting a drop of blood from the King of Power.

Chen Zhao was not in a hurry, and he was still one million kilometers away from the secondary demon king.

I am not even at the level of a lord.

Not to mention collecting it, even if you really win the lottery, you will still explode.

It’s better to imagine how to collect the blood of a hundred kings of power.

Find Bethibu Zofei for your collection?

The couple are now starting a war, so where can they find time to extract their strength and search for subordinates of the King of Hunting Power.

Besides, if the King of Power is discovered, the young couple will specifically kill his subordinates, and they may be targeted by the King of Power.

With the strength of their husband and wife, they will definitely not be able to play with the king of power.

Or you just want to find a handsome guy to collect it.

But the dignified Lord of Hell ran to the King of Power and said, "Is it OK to let me kill you a hundred subordinates?"

I guess the handsome guy can't hold this face down.

Or go to hell by yourself?

But whether it was the handsome guy or Bezebu Zofei's summoning, it only took twenty-four hours.

What area can you search in twenty-four hours?

“Is there any other way?”

"Yes, the heart of the earth plus the root of the demonic dragon."

"What is the heart of the earth? What is the root of the Demonic?"

"In the depths of thousands of meters below hell, there is a kind of stone demon. The body of ten thousand stone demons may be able to find a heart of the earth." Vajra said: "The root of the Demonic Doni is the birth... breeding tool for wanderers in the abyss."

"..." Chen Zhao's face turned dark: "Is there no reliable method? I can do it with my current ability."

As the subordinate of the king of power, Vajra understands all the ways to improve power in the world.

Even if one day in the future, Chen Zhao's strength will surpass that of the King of Power, King Kong will know how to enhance Chen Zhao's power.

Because this is the power that the rule of power gives them.

However, the more King Kong said it, the more outrageous it became.

The methods are endless, the only difference is that they are reliable and unreliable.

For example, take in the magic source of a great lord and then reshape it into the source of power.

Can I seize the magic source of a great lord, do I still need to talk nonsense with you here?

"Or you might as well create a source of power yourself."

"What shapes a source of power? What is the source of power?"

"Just like a magic source, in the rules of the King of Power, power is like a magic source, the source of all substantial power."

"What about your source of power?"

"I? I don't, I can't shape the source of power. I haven't reached that level yet, and master, you have reached the level of shaping the source of power." King Kong shook his head: "And among the subordinates of the King of Power, there are less than ten subordinates with the source of power, and even some subordinates at the level of the great lord have no source of power."

"How many subordinates are there in the King of Power?" Chen Zhao asked.

"About a thousand, maybe more," King Kong said.

"One percent?" Chen Zhao touched his chin.

At this time, Samar jumped to King Kong: "Are there a thousand subordinates of the King of Power? I thought you were about to destroy the clan. Thousands of years ago, my body tried to increase strength and capture the subordinates of the King of Power."

Obviously, for a hell demon like Samar, killing is not even a matter of matter.

So what if you destroy a demon race?

So what if this race is subordinate to a secondary demon king?

"How do you shape the source of power?"

"Feel."

"To be more specific."

"It's just that I feel it, and it's successful."

"Do you have any other things?" Chen Zhao asked with a dark face.

I also know that I will succeed if I feel it. What is the key?

Who can understand such a general concept?

At this moment, a yacht approached from the side.

This yacht is only one quarter of the length of the Hydra, but it is already quite large.

There were a few people on the deck of the yacht, and there were probably a few people in the cabin.

These people don’t look like rich people, but they don’t look like ordinary people either.

Chen Zhao saw that one of them had a very obvious supernatural style.

The man had oil-colored patterns on his face, a gentleman's hat, a pure white suit, a flower on his chest, and a golden eye on his left eye.

Although the others are not as obvious as this person, they can more or less see their specialness.

“This ship is so big.”

"Rich people."

"Jintong, what are you looking at?" A woman came to the man with a greasy face.

Pei'an and Jin Tong are teammates, and they are both psychics who come from other places.

The same goes for the others on the boat, but everyone had no money, so they joined forces and rented such a yacht.

The yacht's rent is 8,000 US dollars a day, and it is expected to take four days, which is 32,000 US dollars.

An ordinary psychic doesn't have that much money.

Of course, it is a good thing for everyone to rent a yacht together, but the problem is that many psychics have a somewhat rebellious personality.

"That ship."

"What? Do you also envy the lives of rich people?" Pei An said with a smile.

"That was an ominous yacht." Jin Tong said.

Pei'an looked surprised and looked up and saw an Asian man standing on the three-layer deck of the yacht.

"It is inevitable that Hydra will give its yacht this name, which will lead to ominousness."

"I wonder if the person on the ship is also a psychic." Jin Tong also saw Chen Zhao.

Moreover, when he saw Chen Zhao looking at him, his condescending gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.

"I don't know how to enjoy myself when I have money. I really don't know what I think when I run here to take risks." Pei An curled his lips, but looking at the luxurious yacht in front of him, he still looked envious in his eyes.

A psychic is also a human being, and he also has seven emotions and six desires.

Who wouldn’t want to have a quality life?
Chapter completed!