Wang Zhao and the old immortal at the bottom of the sea had no idea what was going on the shore.

The plankton creatures looked small and inconspicuous, but in fact they were very cunning. After feeling that the things in Wang Zhao's hands had a suppressive effect on them, they began to hide and were unwilling to have more contact with Wang Zhao.

Then they rushed into the old immortal's body frantically, and even encouraged them to compete with the old immortal himself for control of their body. The scene suddenly became a little out of control.

"Can you hold on like this?" Wang Zhao saw the old god's expression, black and white, and looked quite terrifying. Many runes suddenly appeared on his face, all of which were twisted versions of the candle clan text, which made people suddenly not know where to start to help him.

"I have no problem..." The old fairy gasped, obviously still struggling, but she didn't complain. "I didn't expect that these little things were already absorbing the divine power in my body, trying to achieve the opportunity to be reborn through my divine bones."

Things like divine nature are originally quite mysterious.

Moreover, in addition to the right time, place and people, it also requires a lot of luck to help. The reason why Chiyou failed back then was because his own conditions were not attained and he tried to achieve a state that he should not have imagined.

However, it has to be said that someone has the ability to conquer nature. Over the years, even though he has been hiding from place to place, he has really made him find some tricks. Now even people like the old god will be hit, and almost all of them will be done by him.

"You are like this..." Wang Zhao had also been popularized by the old Bodhi science for a lot of professional knowledge, so he was quite clear about the old god's statement. He immediately knew the connection and seriousness of this, and asked quickly, "Is there anything I can help with? Or do you need to drink some clear water?"

At least it is from the same place as him. If you want to drink it, it will definitely have some effect than eating small peach fruits.

"No, you can do more of the injections you just now and directly penetrate into my body." The old immortal had no strength to struggle, but quickly said to Wang Zhao, "Then, you kill all the little things outside my body, and then I will fight with them."

Although the old god was at the end of his strength, he did not forget his responsibilities, nor did he blur what he should do because of Wang Zhao's identity.

"I have been trapped by them for so many years, and I have made no progress. Since I have been looked down upon by others, I cannot beat it to this level." He is also a bloody immortal. At most, he has been a weak person because he has seen the cliffs of sea and mulberry fields for many years.

But this does not mean that you have been provoked by someone and you will not fight back.

"Okay, if you have any needs, just tell me directly." Wang Zhao himself also has a certain position, and of course he knows the other party's mentality.

It is not self-pride, but confidence in one's own strength, and one's own absolute belief, and one's absolute offense.

If it were her, she might have broken the ruler and she would not have done anything to ask for help.

Therefore, Wang Zhao admires the courage of the old god.

"Haha..." The old immortal lived so much and was quite clear about Wang Zhao's thoughts, so he let out a gentle laugh, "You are still young, and after that, you will know that sometimes face is indeed very important, but not that important."

Hearing the old god say this, a hint of slightness flashed across Wang Zhao's face, but he did not avoid it, but nodded quite calmly.

"Then, let's work hard, let's start now!" The old fairy took a deep breath, and suddenly he felt like he was dead, completely breathing, closing all his vitality in his body, and not communicating with the outside.

When I found out that the old god was "dead", the plankton creatures that had not had time to get into the old god's body quickly turned their direction and attacked Wang Zhao.

Because there is no other source of food in this sub-space except Wang Zhao, it is very important to grasp this food.

"...I don't know, when I see you attacking, should I be proud or angry?" Wang Zhao's body seeped out of black liquid, and his eyes suddenly became quite dangerous. "Then, let's compete, who is more powerful!"

At the same time, the other end of the Earth China, the British Empire.

The blood-red sunset was unsure of when it was no longer willing to fall from the surface.

The glory of the sun never sets was something that happened thousands of years ago. Now they should actually say that the sun is falling and they have no idea what the future fate of their country will reach.

"His Excellency Gilles, now outside the city is no longer under control. What should we do?" Above Big Ben, there was a man wearing a three-piece suit, but covered in blood and a mess. He didn't care about the manners of the British gentleman, and ran up in a hurry and said to the man in panic, "The Queen and the others have been retreated to the palace on the mountain by us, but we are not sure how long it can last."

The coastline of the British Empire was narrow and long. When Europe had an infectious disease that was even more terrible than the Black Death broke out, they were still glad that they had an English Channel separated by themselves and would not have been affected too much because of this.

There is even a spare effort to restrict entry of people from other countries.

The good times did not last long, and such an infection occurred in their own country soon, and all the higher intellectuals had been dispatched, and there was no way to save the terrible disaster from spreading.

More and more people fell down. Even if a superpower appeared, the monsters on the coastline who were constantly trying to get ashore were like cursed hexagrams, constantly trying to swallow up their territory.

"There is no way to shrink our formation and not be killed by other dark creatures." Giles, the current Prime Minister of the British Empire, is also the first person to awaken his supernatural powers, stands on Big Ben and overlooks London, which has been in chaos.

The iron bridge, a place that once stood firm for thousands of years and was enough to represent the will of the British, has now been washed away and gnawed by countless dark creatures.

The backs of people who represent their British Empire are constantly being bent, and these little things that cannot be seen clearly are corroding all will and the future.

"Then, all the psychics blocked the ordinary people and killed me." Giles raised the Western sword in his hand. The sword was narrow and long, and it grew thirty percent more than ordinary fencing. The blood-red light flashed on it, like a blood moon. "Our good men in the British Empire will never let down the summoning and education of their hometown."

Unless the whole body is covered with blood, there will be no more strength in the body.

Otherwise, you must never fall down, and you must never let evil forces invade your home.
Chapter completed!