Mage with knife

"Who are you? What are you doing hiding here?" The person Fatty captured was probably a fourth-level soldier. Isn't he still dead?

"Oh!" Fatty shouted again.

Dick looked back and saw that there was a secret passage in the dirt bag.

Let's go in and take a look? Dick is no longer a soft persimmon. An organization that hides like this will not be too strong. Besides, there are not many demigods in this world. How can he be so unlucky? He will encounter something in this secret passage.

To a demigod?

There was a lot of noise, but before Dick went in, many people were being shot out with knives and guns.

What a mess, almost all are middle and low-level practitioners.

"Who are you? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you all." Dick didn't want to hold back, so he unleashed the powerful pressure of a ninth-level warrior, and released the fiery hot space. They were all surrounded, and no one could escape.

"Who are you?" One of the men in green clothes looked at Dick and asked.

"Are you mentally ill? I am a strong man, and I am asking you now." Dick was so angry that in the face of a senior practitioner, you, a mere sixth-level warrior, how could you have the courage to ask this question?

"I...we are..." The Tsing Yi warrior finally faced his current situation correctly. In the eyes of the intermediate warriors, senior practitioners are high-ranking big shots. Can they be offended? "Senior, we escaped from Baishan.

Yes, I didn’t offend senior.”

Baishan and Heishui are the collective name for the area north of Dayan Kingdom, and are roughly divided into Baishan and Heishui people.

"Why are you hiding here? I am the city lord of Trust City in the north. I have the right to doubt you and plot evil against Trust City." Dick said plausibly. Even this place is far away from the southernmost new pastoral area opened by the prairie people.

Woolen cloth.

"Senior, we don't know, we just know that there is no one here, so we live here first."

"Just you guys?"

"There are still some old and weak women and children in the crypt. Senior, we really don't want to offend you. If it doesn't work, we will just move away." As a weakling, besides pleading, what other rights do we have to argue?

Dick said nothing more, entered the underground passage, and looked around. The underground tunnel was quite large, and they were indeed filled with refugees. In this case, Dick didn't want to cause trouble. Dick was quite polite to ordinary people.

Just as Dick was about to leave, he suddenly felt that there was still breath in a certain direction.

Dick pressed down on the so-called wall and pushed it. Sure enough, there was a crypt inside.

"Saint!" Dick's judgment was correct. The people in this inner room were quite advanced.

"How can you be so calm when you see the saint?" The saint in black looked at Dick.

"I've seen a lot of saints." Dick didn't think the other person's notes were any better, "Are you a member of the divine religion?"

"Interesting, didn't you say that there is no reason for a weak person to ask questions?" said the saint in black.

"You'd better answer my questions."

"Interesting! Do you really think that since I'm injured, you can take advantage of me?"

"So much nonsense!" Dick was already impatient. Ninety-nine percent of the saints who escaped at this time were remnants of the Star-Moon God Sect.

Dick quickly transformed into a seven-star giant, picked up the meteorite sword and slashed it out.

The two men burst the crypt from the ground and hit the ground. The battle between the saints was violent.

"Stop!" The saint in black regretted.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..." Dick was no longer interested in talking, and the sword he swung became more and more powerful. For Dick, the sooner the saint's battle ends, the better.

The opponent's injury seems to be serious. He took advantage of your illness to kill you. No matter who you are, what if he kills you accidentally? In the world of cultivators, this is nonsense.

The black-clothed saint had the cultivation level of an intermediate saint even though he was still injured. How could he be Dick's opponent?

What's more, the injured saint is the easiest for Dick to find flaws.

Less than ten minutes into the battle, Dick found an opportunity to rush in easily and killed the black-clothed saint with one blow.

Dick carried the body of the dead ghost saint and asked: "Who is he to you? Or, are you also members of the divine religion?"

The Tsing Yi warrior was stunned. The powerful saint was killed like this?

"He is indeed one of the White Mountain Guardians of the Star-Moon God Sect. We are all residents of the White Mountain Territory of the Star-Moon God Sect. After the White Mountain Territory was occupied by the Snow people, we escaped with him..." The old soldier in Tsing Yi said

Answer Dick's questions honestly.

Dick could roughly tell that this Tsing Yi warrior was probably not a believer of the Xingyue God Cult, at least not a fanatical believer. In this world, the strong are respected, and if others ask you to follow them, just follow them.

Dick continued to observe the other practitioners among these people. In terms of temperament, they did not look like believers at first glance.

Hey! Forget it, they are just refugees from ethnic minorities, so it won’t be difficult for them.

"Just take care of yourself." After Dick said this, he touched the dead ghost saint's space bag and rode Dick into the sky.

"Are you leaving now?" Several cultivators gathered around him.

"What else should we do? How about taking us away?" the Tsing Yi warrior said angrily.

"Boom!"

"Good guy! Fighting again?"

That's right, Fat Boy just flew into the sky when a saint rushed up and started attacking Dick in the sky. Fortunately, Fat Boy was strong enough. Dick's counterattack was so powerful that Fat Boy could withstand it.

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It is unscientific to fight in the sky. Even a saint will have no confidence if he does not fight down-to-earth.

Dick patted Fatty's head and landed. On the ground, a new holy battle began.

This guy is so powerful that Dick feels tremendous pressure. In terms of artistic conception, Dick is obviously lower than his opponent. This kind of battle will be much harder for Dick.

Twenty minutes after the violent battle between saints, Dick gradually adapted to his opponent's powerful momentum.

Dick has long been familiar with fighting at a disadvantage. He knows how many times he has faced an enemy at a higher level who is only a small level above him. Dick is scared as hell.

"Hand over the treasures of the divine religion, and I will spare your life!" After a heavy blow, the saint in white took the initiative to retreat, distanced himself from Dick, and stopped first.

"Haha! What kind of bullshit God's Cult treasure? Who do you think you are? Do you think you've got me? Damn it!" Dick really doesn't know what kind of bullshit God's Cult treasure it is. Since the other party said so, it's probably from the Star-Moon God's Cult.

Saint.

"Aguda was killed by you, in the space bag."

"So what? Why should I give it to you? You are even more arrogant than me, and you are so chatty. Let's fight after we fight." Dick rushed forward again, swinging his sword.

"Dick, the treasures of the divine religion are of no use to you, so why fight to the death?" The saint in white obviously had no intention of continuing to fight.

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Do you really think that if your cultivation level is higher, it will be amazing? Huh? You actually know me?"

"With such a strange transformation, who is Dick if not you? Dick, although you have beaten your opponents many times, it does not mean that you can win every time. The most important thing is that I am not a member of the divine religion."

"You mean it's not true? If you're not a member of the God's Religion, why would you want something from the God's Religion?" Dick stopped. There was no need for it, and Dick was not willing to fight against the experts.