The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

"Diluted half-demon blood."

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes and met the monster's gaze.

As soon as the words fell, a strange color suddenly appeared in the monster's eyes.

"You're still very smart."

Yan Qiao's voice was cold and authentic.

"Roar!" The monster couldn't help opening its mouth and bit her.

"It's a pity that it's still a bit stupid."

The Zhu Xie Sword felt its movement and the sword body trembled.

A powerful force of thunder and calamity burst out from the sword body and spread all over the monster's body in an instant.

Yan Qiao took a step forward and put his hand on the monster's abdomen.

After a moment, a dark seed emerged from it.

Feeling something being stripped away from his body, the monster suddenly started struggling in panic.

It doesn't want to become the stupid, mindless fish it was before.

Unfortunately, Yan Qiao ignored it and raised his hand to hold the seed in his palm.

The Evil Killing Sword was immediately withdrawn from the monster and hovered next to Yan Qiao.

The figure of the monster gradually shrank.

In the end, it went from three meters in length to only one meter in length.

Slowly, its body began to dry out, until it completely lost its vitality and turned into a mummy.

Yan Qiao only glanced at the monster lightly, raised his hand and cast a stream of spiritual fire on its body.

Suddenly, fire burst out, and the huge mummy was burned to the ground.

And all this only happened in an instant.

David Shearer took a step back with a look of horror on his face. This method was too unbelievable.

Obviously, no one in the Huaguo Taoist sect that he learned from his investigation had such an ability.

Except for the gods in their history.

So is Yan Qiao an immortal?

David Shearer had a lot on his mind.

"The power is here."

Suddenly, Vincent, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

But these words were not spoken to everyone, but to Yan Qiao.

After clearly realizing Yan Qiao's strength, he had no idea about this so-called divine power.

Regardless of whether Yan Qiao came here because of divine power, she already knew the existence of divine power.

As long as she wants it, she can't let anyone else get it.

But is there anyone who doesn’t want something like divine power?

will not!

So even if it's fake, it's still worth a try.

Sure enough, when he said this, Yan Qiao looked at him lightly.

Vincent said quickly: "It stands to reason that the person with the strongest sense of God should be Aivik."

"After all, he is an angel and believes in the true God of Light."

"But I have a family inheritance. The origin of magicians was because of Zeus, the God of the Universe..."

"So why is the divine power sealed?"

"I don't know this either. I only know that all the twelve gods disappeared overnight." Vincent answered honestly.

Hearing this, Yan Qiao nodded slightly and said, "The divine power is in the lake?"

"Yes."

"Are we going to dive down?" Jerry Rice frowned and couldn't help but ask.

I don't know how deep the lake is yet, but judging from the appearance of the monster, it's probably not shallow either.

But they were werewolves and not fish, so how could they hold their breath for so long.

"We can only go underwater and take a look." Vincent nodded calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the others turned ugly.

With the depth of this lake, how could they possibly get down there!

But now I go back to get the equipment, and I don’t know what kind of changes will happen.

"Have you guessed it a long time ago?" Avic narrowed his eyes and stared at Vincent closely.

"Oh, what are you thinking about? I can only sense the approximate location of the divine power, but I don't know exactly where it is." "If I had known it earlier, why would I have come with you."

As he spoke, Vincent glanced at everyone with disdain.

There are so many people, no one can fight, and they are all blind.

"Besides, just because you can't get down, doesn't mean I can't."

Seeing that Avic didn't speak, Vincent smiled and said that he wanted to be beaten.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on him, with a hint of Lingchi.

But Vincent doesn't care at all. Although he is a crispy magician, he is not really crispy.

And his magic is not a vegetarian, it is not easy to defeat him with these things.

"Boss, I can gather magic to protect you."

"..."

Everyone was speechless as they watched Vincent Baba courteous to Yan Qiao.

A flash of surprise flashed in Yan Qiao's eyes, "You don't want divine power?"

"miss you!"

Vincent didn't hesitate at all.

"If you don't want it, big boss, then I will reluctantly accept it."

Yan Qiao really didn't expect that he had such a character.

But it’s also really insightful.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Rejection was expected, and instead of persisting, Vincent took a step back.

He retreated to Cheke Thurman and then glanced at him nonchalantly.

Cheke Thurman felt that Vincent was too sensible.

He was so rational that even in the face of this overwhelming power, he could retreat without changing his expression.

Yan Qiao raised her eyes and stared at the center of the lake. The appearance of the monster earlier made her wary of the lake.

To be able to raise such a monster, there must be something strange in this lake.

Especially after the fog slowly rises around us.

It almost covered the lake and the differences in it.

"Why did it suddenly become so foggy?" Avic suddenly said.

As soon as these words came out, the others reacted one after another, with surprise and doubt in their eyes.

How come they didn't notice when the fog started?

Shortly after Avic finished speaking, the heavy fog completely covered them.

It was thick and foggy, but I could only see myself and my companions next to me.

But anyone who is farther away can no longer see it.

Seeing this, Vincent's eyes flashed.

Cheke Thurman turned to look at Vincent and said in an incomprehensible tone, "Have you discovered it a long time ago?"

Because only Vincent's body was not wrapped in thick fog.

"So what?" Vincent raised his eyebrows at him.

It really can't be done, it just makes him more passive!

Cheke Thurman gritted his teeth, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Vincent did not take him seriously, but turned his attention to the lake.

Yan Qiao has long since disappeared, and the water level in the lake has gradually dropped.

"What a pity." Vincent murmured.

But no one knew what he was regretting.

Seeing the white mist spread rapidly in front of her eyes, Yan Qiao's eyes flashed slightly, her fingertips moved slightly, and a spiritual shield instantly enveloped her.

Vincent glanced lightly at the thick fog behind him, with disdain in his eyes.

A staff suddenly appeared in his hand, with a gem like an eye inlaid on the top of the staff.

Vincent waved his staff, and the white mist in front of him was immediately peeled away.

It was as if it automatically avoided him.

(End of this chapter)