Coiling Dragon, I am different and detached

At this moment, these middle-level gods had just used their divine power to restore their divine bodies a second ago, but the law that was like a bone marrow was still destroying their divine bodies, causing them to spit out blood.

Such a situation made the five middle-level gods dare not stop consuming their divine power.

While using their own laws to fight against the laws remaining in their bodies, they used their divine power to maintain their divine bodies.

If they were given a few hundred years, they might be able to erase the laws that Locke had left in their bodies, so that their injuries could be completely recovered.

But, can they still have a few hundred years?

"Bang, bang..."

The sound of very regular footsteps came, and the five middle-level gods all showed desperate looks.

Although they were all seriously injured now, their senses were not weakened to the extent that they could not even sense the breath of the monster approaching.

Not only that, the breath of the holy monster overlapped with the breath of another middle-level god.

"Middle God?"

"Hehe..."

The five middle god robbers looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

With just one move, they were all severely injured. With such strength, you told us that they were middle gods?

If that guy is really a middle god, then what are they?

Lower gods?

What does a high god disguised as a middle god want to do?

They didn't understand, but they were shocked.

At this moment, they only felt that their pure hearts were deceived.

"Oh? Not bad, not one of them died."

The three-meter-tall Xiaobai jumped up and stopped at the palm that Locke had blasted out.

Locke looked down at the ground more than ten meters deep and saw the five half-crippled middle gods.

It must be said that these five middle gods are still quite powerful.

In the Panlong Universe, the definition of strength is very simple.

The strength is equal, and everyone can't tell the winner even if they fight for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

A difference of two times in strength can give the upper hand, but it will take some time to win.

A difference of five times in strength can determine the winner in a short time, but it is not easy to kill the opponent.

A difference of ten times in strength can kill instantly!

Locke's Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm is a move that can almost perfectly exert the power of the mysterious fusion of the two laws of water element and water body technique, and its power can almost touch the lower limit of the upper gods.

The general middle-level gods will be almost completely shattered by Locke's palm.

In that case, even if Locke does not make up, the law power remaining in their bodies in Locke's moves will directly drag them to death.

But judging from the performance of the five middle-level gods now, the worst among them are only half of the broken god body.

If Locke lets it go, it may only take a few hundred years for them to erase the law power in Locke's moves.

"Senior, this time it's us who are the ones who are the most dangerous."

"These are all the space rings we have, and we have already removed the recognition of the owner."

"Please, senior, let us go this time for our sake."

Locke had just raised his hand when he saw the robber who was less injured threw up several space rings and begged for mercy from Locke.

"Oh?"

"It seems that you are really sensible."

Locke was very surprised by the action of this middle-level god.

Over the years, Locke has encountered at least three hundred robbers, if not a thousand.

However, this is the first time Locke has seen a robber who removed the recognition of all his space rings before being killed by Locke in order to save his life.

After all, if these guys have god clones, Locke can't open their space rings and get the things in their space rings even if he kills them.

If the space rings are destroyed by violence, the items in the space rings are likely to be swept into the space turbulence due to the destruction of the space. If you are lucky, you can get something.

If you are unlucky, you will get nothing.

Now, this bandit has removed the recognition of their space rings and handed them over to Locke, which means that even if they have other god clones, Locke can get all their supplies after being killed by Locke.

"Haha, there is no way. In order to survive, we have to be sensible."

Locke found that when this bandit was talking, even though the other four people were not happy, they did not interrupt him.

Obviously, this guy is the leader of the five people, and his prestige is not low, which can convince the other four people.

In addition to strength, his character has also been recognized by the other four people.

Otherwise, if it were an ordinary bandit, how could he hand over the space ring that had been removed from the master before he died?

"You are not bad."

Nodding slightly to the bandit leader and praising him, Locke waved his hand, and a drop of blood splashed out from his fingertips and quickly dripped on the eight space rings.

After establishing a connection with these space rings, Locke's soul power swept and instantly knew the items in these space rings.

"Hiss..."

Even Locke couldn't help but take a breath after seeing the supplies in these space rings clearly.

How many caravans did these five guys rob to accumulate so much wealth?

And now, all these things have been taken away by me, will they be willing?

Should I kill them all to eliminate future troubles?

"Oops..."

Seeing Locke silent, the bandit leader was shocked.

"I forgot how amazing the supplies we have robbed for so many years are."

"If this lord thinks we are unwilling, in order to prevent us from finding him and taking revenge on him in the future, this lord may very likely kill us all here."

A trace of regret flashed through the bandit leader's heart.

Careless!

However, in the dangerous situation just now, only by handing over all the space rings can there be a slight chance of survival.

"I'm sorry, brothers."

"This time, I've hurt everyone."

After guessing that he and others might not be able to pass this level, the middle-level god apologized directly to his companions.

"No, big brother, it's not your fault."

"I should be blamed."

The youngest of the five shook his head: "If I hadn't attacked this adult, based on his performance, he should not bother with people like us."

"It's me who brought everyone into danger."

"Bullshit!"

The bandit leader patted the boy on the head and scolded with a smile: "As your big brother, I didn't manage you well, so it's naturally my fault."

"Besides, I didn't think there was anything wrong with you attacking that adult at the beginning."

"If you succeed, we can at least get a middle-level godhood, which is at least 10,000 ink stones."