The magic ocean underground seems boundless, but it is not very big.

Especially William cannot disperse his perception here.

In addition, Odin had already noticed the fierce spirit of the holy level, so he did not dare to be too presumptuous.

He can only hide in the corner now and slowly pull out the socialist wool.

right.

Take your time.

With a breath, Odin gradually entered a state of unity between man and nature.

The holy rank is born with a fierce spirit, but it is comparable to a god. According to principles, someone steals things from his house and can definitely discover them.

But he couldn't stand this little thief Odin, who was not ordinary. He began to be proficient in excavation and transporting techniques since he was a teenager, and now he has become a master among underground workers.

When he sinks into the ocean of magic, he can even enter an inexplicable state, and this guy doesn't notice it for a while.

But one of them is very important.

The holy-level evil spirit never noticed him, and he focused his attention on the eight saints above his head.

Holy Land.

An incredible state.

If the legendary evil spirit has no wisdom, it can only rely on instinct.

Then the intelligence of the holy-level evil spirit is already equivalent to that of the monster, and this holy-level evil spirit is observing the eight saints at all times.

Peeping in secret.va!

Unfortunately, his secret observation had been reconnaissanced. Although he did not know his exact location, most saints began to approach the ground instead of turning into white lights and circling around in the sky.

These guys have noticed that there may be some relics of gods, and maybe they won't exist on the ground, or maybe they are underground.

Time is passing slowly.

The saints began to look for something worth taking on the ground.

As for legendary pros, they are much more cheerful. They are the same as William, and they don’t have to think about artifacts, they are the things of the saints.

But treasures, potions, and various mineral veins in the small world are good things. If you are good for yourself, you will not let go of anything. If you don’t fill the space ring, it will be a loss of blood!

And the saint seems very generous.

The key is that they all have their own confidence in becoming the masters of this small world.

According to their idea, the small world will be mine at that time, so those cheap babies will be given away.

After all, I won't say anything else.

This small world has the territory of three human kingdoms, which is equivalent to two-thirds of the land area of ​​China. In addition, the magic value is enough. Not to mention the population of 700 million to 800 million, living in more than one billion is not a problem. This is the best way to preserve the bloodline of the ethnic group.

At this time, the space law of the Rose Empire, and the fire-type saint Brad of the Holy Empire walked together and talked and laughed: "As the lord of the Third Era, our human race seems to have only the human empire on the Rune Continent that has a small world, right?"

Brad, the Fire-type Saint, was a terrifying temper and cursed: "Who said it wasn't? The world tree of the elves once produced a small world. Even if it is split into more than a dozen different spaces, I guess the size of each different space is not worse than ours.

Although the elves are going to die every day, they say that they have few populations, few resources, few saints, and cry everywhere poorly.

But this is a very long time, it's ten thousand years! (Change it)

Over the years, each elves kingdom has only grown by millions of people. Isn’t this nonsense to me?

Especially have you noticed that the population of all the elves kingdoms in the seven continents is around 10 million.

Tsk, what about lie?

There is also the angel world created by the feather tribe, which I have never been to.

But the Sky City only has more than 50 million angels living in it. Is this their confidence to challenge our human race?

The Angel World is their real trump card.

Now, the three strongest races in the Gods Continent are the only ones that we humans put their trump cards on the surface.

What a fucking man is more dead than humans!”

"Well, that's true. How about you help me snatch control of the small world from other people and fight for the human race?" Fasheng Lambo thought for a moment and said.

"…………” Brad twitched. I'm not stupid with a bad temper. Why don't you help me steal the small world with the Holy Empire?

Fortunately, the two of them just talked, so no one took it seriously.

But just when they talk and laugh.

Almost at the same time.

The eight saints crawled into the ground almost at the same time and attacked the fierce spirit of the holy position.

They seemed to be looking for something just now, but they were actually determining the exact location of that guy!

This moment.

A big earthquake.

This small world with relatively stable time and space was the first time that it was attacked by such an exaggerated attack. Other legendary pros stopped, all stood up and flew into the sky, not daring to stay on the surface for too long.

Because the battle of the saint is too strong, if you are not careful, you may tear the small world apart.

And legendary professions can think of it.

Other saints were also worried that their offensive was too fierce.

When these people reached the holy level evil spirit, they used the most powerful moves to pull him into the holy realm space.

Odin was also awakened at the same moment.

He saw a vortex suddenly rolling up in the magic ocean, and the aura of several saints appeared and disappeared immediately.

"This is a joint effort to take away the holy realm evil spirit?" Odin's eyes lit up. This was a good opportunity. This time he was fully fired and began to devour the magic ocean crazily. All the space rings in his hand also included liquid magic power.

In a short time.

Only where he existed truly formed a vortex.

Every minute and every second, countless magic powers kept pouring into his body.

Odin had his eyes red now. He knew that he had only a short time because the holy spirit could not withstand the joint efforts of many saints. He wanted to gain the most benefits for himself in this short period of time.

Ten seconds.

30%

Twenty seconds.

33%.

Thirty seconds...

35%.

Time is gradually passing.

While devouring magic, Odin glanced at other places as much as possible.

Three minutes!

really.

A temple that is kilometer high and tens of thousands of meters wide is hidden in this magical ocean.

And that holy-level evil spirit should be the guardian of this temple.

This is definitely a relic of the Lord God, or an extremely well-preserved relic.

You must know.

Not all main gods will leave temples and ruins, and not all main gods have their own small world.

But the main god who can control the evil spirit of the holy position is definitely not a small matter.

When Odin saw the temple, he turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the temple.

He would give him a waste of time. He understood this truth when he was in kindergarten at the age of three.

Just as he wanted to open the door, he quickly changed direction and came to a relatively remote corner of the temple.

Swish swish swish swish.

A few consecutive strokes of dog paddles.

A large hole was already carved out of the indestructible wall.

The next moment.

He was accompanied by a sea of ​​magic that poured into the temple. It has to be said that the temple he dug had built a lot of temples, so he knew the structure of the temple and easily came to the temple hall.

And the magic ocean did not cause any fluctuations when it entered it.

Instead, it allows Odin to absorb magic here.

at the same time.
To be continued...