Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Vadorir stared at the puzzled Reg. There was an undisguised smile in his demonic red eyes. "What else? Will the two guys behind us give us time to slowly chat there?"    

    

Looking at Vadorir's eyes, Reg was more and more certain about the relationship between this guy and Uncle Lang. Uncle Lang was his teacher. When he asked Uncle Lang about it, he did not hide the strange look in his eyes.    

    

Reg looked up and looked around. Sure enough, there was fog everywhere. The visibility was terrible. Reg sighed and said, "Now we have gotten rid of Hailar and Siles. How can we get out now?"    

    

Vadorir smiled and said, "Don't worry, because my eyes are different from ordinary people's. Lost Soul Valley may not be able to trap me, but you might not know it yet. This Lost Soul Valley has become the best place for me to escape. When I entered the Odin Sword Sect, I was hunted down. It was also here that I got rid of the pursuers... "    

    

Reg was shocked, but he soon found it funny. The Lost Soul Valley, one of the seven forbidden lands that terrified the entire continent, had become the refuge of Dragon Roar Heavenly Devil and Vadorir from the Dark Six Heavenly Devil. With this shelter, no one in the world would be able to kill him.    

    

Since he had left the Lost Soul Valley before, Reg's worries were relieved. He stared at Vadorir and said, "You have asked what you want to know. Bring me out. I'm afraid my teacher is in trouble now."    

    

Vadorir shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry. At most, it will be some small trouble. Not to mention that your teacher is very strong. Another Level Seven Medicine Master, not to mention that she still has Kamina, the person who looks like a sister. Kamina will not sit by and do nothing. As for the power of the Alchemist Association... Even a holy land like the Thunder Sound Sect would never dare to offend it. "    

    

Reg looked at Vadorir in surprise." You seem to know everything? "    

    

There was a proud look on Vadorir's face. "There aren't many things that I don't know."    

    

Reg had a strange look in his eyes. He stared at Vadorir and asked curiously, "I want to ask... How old are you?"    

    

Vadorir smiled and asked, "My real age, I am eighty-five years old this year... You are the second person to know my age. "    

    

Eighty-five years old, no wonder he was so powerful. But looking at his face, it seemed that he was also a king level expert in his thirties. He was definitely a top genius.    

    

"Who is the first person? Is it Uncle Lang?"    

    

Reg suddenly thought of Uncle Lang and couldn't help but ask.    

    

Vadorir nodded and said, "Yes, you do not need to guess too much. There are some things that you do not know yet. I can only tell you that I will come and find you again... En, after you become stronger. "    

    

Reg's heart was filled with doubt. Wait until he became stronger, then come and find him again? There were some things that he couldn't know yet?    

    

"Alright, I'll wait for you to come and find me." Reg knew that no matter how he asked, the other party wouldn't answer him. He answered straightforwardly and stood up at the same time. "What should we do now?"    

    

Vadorir smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry. Those two guys must still be watching us from above. They might be waiting for us outside. Let's stay here for a few days first."    

    

Reg nodded and sat down again. He did not dare to barge in here. He did not think that he could walk out of Lost Soul Valley. It was better to listen to Vadorir. In any case, Vadorir did not seem to have any hostility towards him.    

    

"You are cultivating the Cold Ice Spell. What kind of Battle Technique have you cultivated?" As if he had nothing to do anyway, Vadorir started to ask Reg about his cultivation. "I heard you can use the blue Spirit Fire. What's going on?"    

    

Reg did not have any secrets regarding the Battle Technique. Immediately, he listed all the Battle Technique that he had cultivated. When he talked about the Ice Flame Myriad Level Mountain that he had just learned, Reg added, "This thing was also snatched from Siegerland and the others..."    

    

Vadorir smiled and said, "I know. This Ice Flame Myriad Level Mountain is one of the spoils of war that we snatched from the Odin Sword Sect. En, it can be considered a pretty good Battle Technique. "    

    

Middle and high-grade... In Vadorir's mouth, it suddenly became "considered not bad" and it also sounded like it was just so-so...    

    

Reg was a little speechless, but he also knew that Vadorir had the right to say that. When he thought about how he had invaded the Odin Sword Sect, and how he had escaped under the pursuit of two great expert of Emperor Levels, "Vadorir, have you also reached the Emperor Level?"    

    

Vadorir replied with a smile, "Of course. Otherwise, how could you have escaped from Hailar and the others? Although they were all Battle Spirit Wings, the stronger they were, the faster they could fly. If I wasn't an Emperor Level, I would have been caught by them long ago... "