To be honest, Zhou Wenbin is not very clear about how strong the ancient dragon demon is. It may be level seven, or level eight, or level nine, which is absolutely impossible.

But no matter what, the ancient dragon demon does have extraordinary strength.

Zhou Wenbin estimated that if he didn't play his trump card, he should be able to get rid of this ancient dragon demon, but he probably had some effort to pay.

However, when facing Hu Meier, the ancient dragon demon was killed instantly by the small sword.

That's right, it's just instant kill!

Hu Meier's sword is not only fast enough to surpass thunder and lightning. Although it is not as terrifying as the terrifying vision of changing the world, it can also make the earth tremble and the space tremble.

With one sword, the head of the ancient dragon demon was penetrated, and then its huge body was shattered. It was obvious that he had to die again, which was more thorough than the last time he died!

Hiss ~!

Zhou Wenbin subconsciously took a breath. Obviously, he underestimated Hu Meier's strength. This fox is not an ordinary eighth-level strongman. She is definitely the best among eighth-level strongman.

By the way, the eighth-level strongman seems to have his own field. If he has the understanding, even if he has all his trump cards, he will have a chance of winning at most 50%.

After Hu Meier instantly cut off the ancient dragon demon with one sword, the cold murderous aura on her body immediately disappeared. She turned her head and looked at Zhou Wenbin with a proud look on her face, looking like "Hurry up and praise me!"

Zhou Wenbin rolled his eyes wildly: "Praise you? I want to praise you now! I said, what are you doing? Why did you kill that bone rack? Please, I want to ask about the situation of the Mi family's ancestral land!"

"Uh..." Hu Meier was stunned for a moment, and decisively tilted her head and blinked her cuteness, "There is no way, she is too strong. As soon as she attacked, the bones would die. She didn't expect it to be so weak."

"Tell me well!" Zhou Wenbin glared at Hu Meier, no bragging or black, Hu Meier is absolutely beautiful, and not the ordinary beauty. However, being cute really requires distinguishing people, not saying that anyone can be cute. Hu Meier is like this. She is cute, and the sense of incongruity is simply not too strong!

Hu Meier also found that she was indeed not suitable for being cute, and coughed awkwardly: "Okay, it's my fault. But I really can't help it. As soon as I saw the dragon demon, I wanted to tear them into pieces!"

"What's going on?" Zhou Wenbin looked curious. How did the Dragon Demon Clan offend this fox? It's a huge grudge!

Hu Meier sighed heavily, showing a sad look on her face: "One of my little nieces is innocent, intelligent and cute, especially her talent, and she even surpasses me."

"She... was killed by the dragon demon?" Zhou Wenbin asked with a frown.

Hu Meier nodded: "Well, she was not an adult at that time, she was just a child, and she did nothing wrong. But even so, the dragon demon still cruelly killed her. The dragon demon clan should not have survived in the world!"

The cold murderous aura that was as solid as the essence appeared again. It was obvious that Hu Meier had already hated the Dragon Demon clan to the core. It could be seen how much love she loved her little niece.

Zhou Wenbin didn't say anything else. There was a reason for the matter, so he couldn't blame Hu Meier anymore. But this dragon demon clan... I'm afraid there will be trouble in the future, and it will be a big disaster!

Can Hu Meier become a saint? He thought it was possible before, but the probability was not high. Although the eighth level and the ninth level were only one level different, this level was a huge difference.

As long as you have good qualifications, work hard and not have bad luck, and with the resources to cultivate, it is not difficult to become an eighth-level.

But at the ninth level, it is not something that can be achieved by good qualifications and hard work!

To become a saint, one must have the qualifications to defy the will of heaven and must also have great opportunities. Among the thousands of eighth-level strong men, not one must be able to become a saint.

But now Zhou Wenbin feels that Hu Meier has a great chance of becoming a saint. This fox is definitely of a magnificent level, and her character is good enough. The opportunity... to meet him is a great opportunity!

Moreover, the nearly 150 years that were sealed before are actually a good thing for Hu Meier.

Silence for a hundred years, and accumulation of strength!

Well, but whether you can become a saint depends on Hu Meier herself.

Mi Linglong looked at Hu Meier with admiration. This girl seemed to be about to become a brainless fan of Hu Meier: "Senior Hu, you are so awesome!"

"That's right, who is not good at me?" Hu Mei'er was quite proud when she heard this, and her murderous aura disappeared again. She was not a person who couldn't see it... Fox, what had happened could not be changed, and being too upset was that she could not get along with herself.

Zhou Wenbin coughed dryly: "Chen Sheng?"

"Hey, it's easy for you to lose me when you speak like this, do you know?!" Hu Meier had the urge to slap Zhou Wenbin away. Will she chat? Ah?! If someone dies one day, he will definitely be beaten to death. Who told him that he is so annoying? Humph!

Zhou Wenbin whistled and looked at the sky, and he knew that he was indeed a little unkind just now.

Hu Meier glared at him, too lazy to argue with him: "Linglong, are you sure the direction is right this time?"

The Mi family's ancestral land has changed a lot. Mi Linglong has already taken the wrong path several times before. But this cannot be blamed for this. Even if she is the Mi family's ancestral land, she feels extremely unfamiliar with it.

Mi Linglong shook her head and sighed: "To be honest, I don't know either. Now I can only walk by feeling."

The result of the three of them discussing before was to go to the Mi family’s cemetery first, because Mi Linglong said that the cemetery was in the center of this pseudo-world. If there was really a saint inheritance, even if it was not in the cemetery, it should be near the cemetery.

"Yeah." Hu Meier also knew that it was not a fault for Mi Linglong. She looked up at the Blood Moon in the air and frowned involuntarily. She always felt that the Blood Moon... could not say what it felt like, but it made her feel very uncomfortable!

Zhou Wenbin stretched and said, "Okay, I've had a good rest, let's continue to go." Not only Hu Meier, he also felt that there was something wrong with Xue Yue. But he didn't know what the specific situation was.

The three of them continued to rush. After less than half an hour, the strange wind stopped and the ghost sound disappeared.

Zhou Wenbin turned to look at Hu Meier: "This should be a good omen, right?"

"It's hard to say." Hu Mei'er shook her head and looked up at the Hongyue again. The red moon became more and more scarlet, and even the light emitted seemed to have a smell of blood!
Chapter completed!