Fantasy: Ten Thousand Times Stronger, I Have Thousands Of Magic Skills

"Immortal Qin, thank you. The treasure I got was hidden in Qianjintai. Remember this string of numbers and you can take it out." Qin Yu was stunned, then nodded: "It's a pity that you are exhausted and your soul is broken. I can't save you." "It doesn't matter. I was just relying on a breath to hold on." "I can't resurrect the dead, but there is a big puppet technique that can turn you into a puppet and then go to chop the Martial Sovereign. If you don't want to, I won't force you." "Hahaha, I can't thank you enough. It's exciting to think about the endless enemies. Thank you, Immortal Qin." Qin Yu nodded. With a finger in the air, a strand of Tie Qianshan's hair entered Qin Yu's storage bag. Tie Qianshan finally spit out the breath he had held on. His body lost its vitality and his soul fell. Qin Yu sighed, walked over and closed his eyes. "Fuck, Tie Qianshan is dead."

"Shit, what should we do now? Go find Senior Brother Han."

A flying sword flew into the endless darkness.

At the same time, the disciples who identified the level of the Great Demon King returned to the interrogation room.

"This Great Demon King is actually a half-step demon god, comparable to a half-step Red Dust Immortal, enough to be detained in the tenth floor."

"What? A half-step demon god?"

Everyone looked at Qin Yu. This little junior brother is quite fierce.

No wonder he has a Saint Child Order.

After a while, Han Mo, who was in charge of the fifth floor, flew over.

"Why are you calling me so anxiously?"

"Senior Brother Han, this junior brother Qin has caught a Great Demon King, and his cultivation has reached the level of a half-step demon god."

Han Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Yu: "Junior brother is very capable."

"Of course, this junior brother Qin has a Saint Child Order, just like you, Senior Brother Han, one of the candidates for the next Saint Child."

Han Mo's eyes turned cold.

Saint Child Order!

A young man with a bone age of seventeen or eighteen years was actually given the Saint Child Order.

Then what am I? Is this a joke?

I have endured five hundred years of hardship in the prison and have done so many dirty and tiring jobs for the headmaster.

How many disobedient elders have been killed.

How many black materials have been tortured out to facilitate the headmaster to control the peaks.

Five hundred years of being a non-human, in exchange for a Saint Child Order.

Why does this kid have the right? Just because he is a disciple of the big peak? Just because they have ten great magic arts?

Bah, he also captured the half-step demon god, but it was not his elders who did it, so he came to take credit and get the reward and brush up his qualifications.

Why can I only do the hard and dirty work!

Okay, you come to brush up your qualifications, right? I will let you go to the tenth floor and stay there forever.

I am enough for the candidate of Saint Child.

Han Mo's eyes turned, and then he laughed: "It's true that heroes have always been young since ancient times. I, senior brother, have practiced for 700 years, but I dare not say that I can capture the half-step demon god. Junior brother is very capable." Qin Yu felt a slight murderous intent and thought to himself: "This Han Mo regards me as his competitor." "Senior Brother Han Mo, you are too kind." "Junior Brother Qin Yu, since this demon is a half-step demon god, I am afraid that something will go wrong halfway. Can you follow me to the tenth floor?" Qin Yu smiled and said, "I would love to." The two were about to leave when the jailer on the side asked: "Senior Brother Han, there is one more thing. This Tie Qianshan is dead. Senior Brother, see if you can still summon his soul so that we can continue to torture him." Han Mo took a look and said: "The soul whip has already smashed his soul into pieces. There is no hope. His Dao Fruit had been dug out long ago, and the remaining tattered body can be thrown into a cell where demons are imprisoned for them to eat. " "Okay!" Qin Yu's eyes turned cold, this Han Mo is really a ruthless person. Qin Yu took the iron chain casually, led the Great Demon King, and followed Han Mo forward. The Great Demon King was anxious, why did Han Mo follow him, how could he kill Qin Yu? Han Mo was famous for his ruthlessness. It was rumored that the criminals who passed through his hands, regardless of the reason, were beaten with 10,000 killing sticks in front of all the criminals before entering the prison. Even the tenth Saint Child Chu Haoran was not spared. Today is really unlucky.

The two men and the demon stepped onto the teleportation array.

In a blink of an eye, they reached the sixth floor.

Qin Yu found that there was no Spirit Qi left here.

Not only Spirit Qi, but there was also a formation that suppressed cultivation, with a pressure of nearly ten thousand pounds.

Qin Yu moved his fingers slightly and estimated the power of the formation.

Fortunately, the void vibration caused by his fist could break the six-layer formation as a whole.

As for the problem of no Spirit Qi.

Qin Yu had the World Tree to open Grotto-Heaven, and he was already a perpetual motion machine. No matter how bad the external environment was, it would not affect him.

Han Mo saw that Qin Yu was not unusual, and couldn't help but sneer, he was quite good at pretending, wait for the next few floors, and see how you pretend!

Qin Yu smiled and said to Han Mo: "Brother, you have been in this deep prison for many years, have you seen Chu Haoran?"

Hearing this, Han Mo paused, and then returned to normal: "Why do you want to ask Chu Haoran? You are not the only one who came to see him, many people have come, and they all want Chu Haoran's infinite technique."

"Unfortunately, no one has been able to come back from the tenth floor, and it is best for you not to learn from them."

Qin Yu laughed and walked towards the seventh floor of the prison.

All kinds of strange monsters were suppressed here, and many of them were crawling on the ground.

Because the formation pressure here has reached one million pounds.

Gold Core monks have to be out of breath when walking here.

What's more, there is no Spirit Qi here. If you can't leave after the True Qi is exhausted.

There will be danger to your life.

Seeing that Qin Yu's face was normal, Han Mo couldn't help but sneer again, pretend, I haven't seen anyone pretending better than you.

On the eighth floor, the pressure reached three million pounds.

The Great Demon King walked out of breath.

The little book spirit lay directly on Qin Yu's shoulder.

"Boss Qin, please raise your hand, please." Qin Yu was both angry and amused, and passed a wisp of Immortal Qi to the little book spirit. The little book spirit instantly stood up, put his hands on his waist, looked at the panting Great Demon King, and laughed. The ninth floor, the pressure reached five million pounds. The Great Demon God has begun to move forward with his hands and feet. Although Qin Yu used the Great Transformation Technique to restore his Demon Race body, Qin Yu did not give him the Divine Ability when he changed. This made him have to rely on his physical strength all the way. He crawled and crawled, and finally he was exhausted. Han Mo looked at Qin Yu, his face still red and his heart was not beating. "The prison is in the sky, the immortals are setting up formations, all Law Treasures cannot be used. Qin Yu has no Law Treasures to protect him, how can he keep his face from blushing, could it be... he has an Immortal Weapon?"

"If it's true, then it's more and more necessary to take risks, we must kill him."

When they reached the tenth-level teleportation formation, Han Mo smiled mysteriously at Qin Yu and walked through first.

At this moment, the Great Demon God suddenly stood up.

He waved his arms and slapped his belly.

Pa pa pa.

"Hahaha, you can't imagine it, I've been a jailer for a hundred years, how could I not have a token to resist the formation, I was just pretending just now"

"Little Qin Yu, you are really bold, you dare to play with me, now the formation has a pressure of five million jin, but the Spirit Qi content is zero, can your Five Elements Sword still be used?"

"Can you still lift your hand?"

"Hahaha!"

Qin Yu sighed, raised his hand and performed a Primordial Origin transformation.

The Great Demon King instantly turned into a donkey, and was pressed to the ground by the formation.

"Fuck, Qin Yu, I was just joking, to liven up the atmosphere, please spare me."

Pah!

Qin Yu slapped him in the face and turned him into ashes.

Then, he stepped into the tenth-level teleportation formation.

With a loud bang, Qin Yu entered the tenth-level prison.

The pressure reached an astonishing 9 million jin!

The little book spirit lay directly on Qin Yu's shoulders, and his two sky-high braids were pressed into bamboo dragonflies.

Qin Yu stretched his muscles and bones. If nothing else, this place is a good place to practice martial arts with weights.

Pah pah pah!

There was a round of applause, and Han Mo walked out from the shadows.