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Chapter 165 That stick (please subscribe!)

The seven-colored precious light directly broke through Ling Xin's protective treasure, and Wei Long, who was hiding behind, shouted loudly, the sky and the earth shook, and his invincible fist turned into a deadly light.

The power of infinity permeates, and the purple energy is bright!
"die!!"

"Why! A remote dynasty can go to the taboo of gods and demons! Why!" Ling Xin was directly punched to the point of death.

He couldn't understand that this made him more aggrieved than dying at the hands of a strong god and demon king. This young man was too terrifying in terms of talent and fighting awareness.

The answer to Ling Xin was a lotus flower in full bloom, and clusters of mushroom clouds exploded around him.

Wei Long never underestimates any enemy, even if he has already taken advantage, only the dead enemy is the cutest!
"Kill!" Wei Long shouted.

After the transformation, the 'Water Fury Fire Lotus' once again exerted a terrifying power, which is the destructive power of the combination of water and fire.

Ling Xin was terrified, and exploded all his divine power, even if he fell into a big realm, he would escape and ascend to heaven!

The young man in front of him is a monster, such a person should not appear in the dynasty.

"die!"

Water Fury and Fire Lotus completely broke through Ling Xin's core of divine power, shattering everything about him, and the terrifying explosion drowned out everything about him.

Facing an enemy who was one level lower, he couldn't even run away!

Fighting against Wei Long, once you are at a disadvantage, you will be hit by a violent storm.

Before Ling Xin died, he returned to the final peace. He finally asked himself, if he ran away from the beginning, would he be able to run?The answer made him despair.Wei Long's speed was even faster, even Lei Dun made him unable to run.In the midst of despair, there was a tinge of relief.

Standing in mid-air, Wei Long took back the colorful pagoda. This is the fourth axe, which is usually not used, but when it is taken out suddenly, the effect is unexpected.

With a wave of his hand, Shengxu sincerely refined the divine blood lost in the world into a true blood of the divine king.

"The second god king's true blood, these things can't work on the god king at all, it's better to improve my own strength for me!" Wei Long accepted it expressionlessly.

Looking around in the blink of an eye, he found that Yan Beichen was looking at him with a slightly horrified gaze.

And in the corner, Zhao Wubai and Bai Qingyuan, the two genius gods and devils, were also speechless. Before, they still had the idea of ​​talking and complaining, but now they don't even have a thought.

Numb.

"How is King Yan's situation? Is it true that he has been as rumored?" Wei Long pulled Yan Beichen from his trance.

At this moment, the palace square is already in a mess, full of traces left by the war.

The battle went on as Yan Qiufeng and Ming Qian'an had imagined. It was a quick battle. Wei Long killed the Giant Spirit God King first, and then joined hands with Yan Beichen to kill the Spirit God King. It took less than a quarter of an hour.

It's just that the result was not as expected.

And located in the central hall of the palace, it was as silent as ever, without any fluctuation at all.

"Come with me."

Yan Beichen came back to his senses, with a look of sadness in his eyes. At this moment, the two god kings died, and the major event was finalized. "It is enough for you to come here at this time."

Yan Beichen pointed to the corner and said, "You two get out immediately, or you will bear the consequences."

Zhao Wubai and Bai Qingyuan walked out in embarrassment.

The royal guards came late and took the two of them away. Yan Beichen walked towards the hall first, followed by Wei Long.

At this moment, even Wei Long couldn't tell what he felt. Is King Yan alive or dead, or is he not injured at all?
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Time goes back to a few minutes ago.

The Giant Spirit God King was going to 'solve' Wei Long, the Spirit God King entangled Yan Beichen, Yan Qiufeng and Ming Qian'an hurried to the palace where King Yan was.

Yan Qiufeng carefully sorted out the fluctuations in the palace formation. King Yan had guarded the Great Wilderness for 30 years, and he was controlling the palace formation step by step. At this time, his mood was soaring, but he still restrained his impulse.

"I am coming!"

Yan Qiufeng pushed open the gate of the palace with the force of the formation.

All I could see was a tall throne and an old figure on it. The man had white beard and hair, and the wrinkles on his face were like deep ravines, all traces of time. He was very weak, but Incomparably terrifying, a stick shadow strung his body together.

"You're here!" An old figure called out.

Yan Lifeng, who was sitting on the throne, slowly opened his eyes, looking at Yan Qiufeng who came in, his eldest son, and Ming Qian'an who was following behind.

"You really are not dead!" Yan Qiufeng was suspicious.

The footsteps landed on the spacious hall, with enough force, as if to dispel some kind of fear in my heart.

Da da da!
He glared at the old man on the throne viciously, and said, "You are really old! Wouldn't it be good to die in peace? You are going to bring me here, right? Then here I am, my father, you want to take the throne Pass it on to someone, a freak who is less than four years old but has been bred for decades!"

"Hehe." Yan Lifeng looked old and ugly, but his voice was still thick and vague,

He smiled softly, panicked as if watching Yan Qiufeng break his beloved porcelain vase for the first time when he was a child, and said, "You still can't grow up. Boss."

"Don't talk to me with this attitude! I am your child before the gods and demons, and I have not inherited any miracles! But as the young patriarch of the royal family, as the prince of Dayan, it has been hundreds of years! I have never slacked off! Why, you treat me like this!" Yan Qiufeng asked.

On him, the palace guarding formation continued to condense, and he was like the king of gods and demons, raising himself to a great level.

He yelled at his father like he was treating an enemy.

"You know that I am plotting rebellion, and you know that I am stealing the control of the palace guard formation, but you never warned me once! Is this your pride!" Yan Qiufeng pressed again.

Yan Lifeng just looked at him, Ming Qian'an didn't speak, and the three of them fell into silence.

Yan Qiufeng broke the silence, and suddenly persuaded softly: "Give me the guarding soldiers. Don't make unnecessary resistance. You die at ease, and I will send Yan Hao to the Five Elements Cave. I will manage Dayan well. The royal family will also grow stronger in my hands. In the end, will you still lose both?"

"Don't be afraid." Yan Lifeng smiled, looking at where Yan Qiufeng was chattering.

He looked at Ming Qian'an behind Yan Qiufeng, and frowned slightly, "Are you alone? I thought there was at least one God King."

"I'm enough to deal with you now." Ming Qian'an's snow-white wings flickered lightly, stimulating him: "However, this is not like your demeanor, using the falling celestial phenomenon to trick us here." '

"Cheat? No, I didn't lie to you." Yan Lifeng stretched out his hand, already extremely old, "That is indeed my falling celestial phenomenon, I just want to see what my eldest son will do at the end choose."

Yan Lifeng propped himself up, a terrifying stick figure condensed on his body, it was the 'Ten Ancient Desolate Stick', stringing his whole body together, it was extremely terrifying.

Yan Lifeng endured unimaginable pain, but his expression was indifferent. He looked at Yan Qiufeng, "I can't forgive you for the mistake you made this time!"

"You?" Yan Qiufeng was shocked when he saw this scene, "You refined yourself into the 'Ten Ancient Desolation Stick'?!"

There was a bit of horror in his tone.

"Follow me." Yan Lifeng just pointed his finger, and the surging mighty force swept across the hall, as if it was about to penetrate the space, nailing Yan Qiufeng straight to the smooth floor, and the blood turned into flowers.

It was the call of death.

"You are so cruel!" Yan Qiufeng's eyes were red, and he tried to resist with the power of the big formation on his body, but he couldn't stop it, that finger seemed to be able to smash mountains and rivers.

He could only watch him beheaded, Yan Qiufeng smiled bitterly, "You are tempting me to rebel, so as to clear the way for your youngest son! You are so ruthless! I am good"

Yan Qiufeng's wailing didn't make Yan Lifeng hold back at all. He stepped down from the throne with a strong aura of divine soldiers, his face remained unchanged, and he looked at Ming Qian'an, "You and I have known each other for hundreds of years, right? ?”

It's like reminiscing about old friends.

"When you were just a prince, I was already the master of the Palace of the King's Capital." Ming Qian'an didn't even look at the dead Yan Qiufeng.

His heart was already cold, and he wanted to see through Yan Lifeng's reality, "I just didn't expect you to be so ruthless, follow the example of a generation of holy emperors and integrate yourself into a divine weapon, but I don't know how much power you have left?"

"Not much left, only one blow left. I was almost exhausted when I came back from the Southern Wilderness. Qiufeng was right, I indulged him a little bit, but he never thought about it, if today he If I don't show up here, will my father really do anything to him? He betrayed the human race, and I can make him have a good death!" Yan Lifeng shook his head.

At this moment, he can be frank and candid.

"You are a ruthless person." Ming Qian'an tore off Yan Lifeng's mask, and he smiled bitterly, "I have been reminding myself not to underestimate your determination, but in the end, I still underestimated you."

"It's just that you don't have the heart to give up everything. After all, the path of the Pantheon is still too simple. The higher you go, the slightest gap is a natural moat." Yan Lifeng smiled lightly, his body hidden in the shadow of the terrifying stick slightly tall and straight.

"It seems that you haven't found vitality?" Yan Lifeng's question was very casual, as if asking if you had eaten.

"You're just waiting for me! Yan Qiufeng, that trash, never knew you!" Ming Qian'an suddenly changed color, and could no longer hide his emotions.

Ever since he entered this hall, he felt that something was wrong when he saw Yan Lifeng. In the worst case, he had considered a plan to cheat his death, but Yan Lifeng refined everything he had into a magic weapon like this, and dragged on forcibly. .

This way of treating himself made his scalp numb, but his scalp numb!

Really cruel!

"I only have one stick. If you block it, you can leave alive. If you can't stop it, then you should die." Yan Lifeng lifted all his trump cards.

And Ming Qian'an's Guangming divine power roared, bursting out dazzling sunlight, but inside the hall, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, screaming in horror, "Are you still controlling the palace formation?"

"That kid Qiufeng forgot that the Ten Ancient Desolate Sticks are the foundation of our Yan clan standing tall, and this big formation is to better display the power of the magic weapon!" Yan Lifeng explained to him.

Saying that, the terrifying stick shadow propped up the sky and the earth, and the endless miraculous revival engulfed the mountains and rivers, shattered the sky and the earth, pointing at Ming Qian'an from afar, Yan Lifeng showed the contempt of the king, and struck out with a stick, showing his killing intent!This stick will blow you away!

(End of this chapter)