A Paragon of Wuhun

It is above, thirty-three meters in diameter, and the diameter of the base is ninety nine meters.

The entire high platform exudes an extremely strange atmosphere.

I can't say the Chinese and ghost, from the slowness.

Chinese ghost, silk, straight.

Even, condensed into a huge black ghost head in the air.

The high-altitude flock is built with dozens of material buildings.

Each material is all in the yin to the cold.

For example, there is a tombstone of the millennium, there is a sinking wood, and it has fallen for five hundred years of coffins, and there is a Chinese boutique house for three thousand years old, and so on ...

Different enough, thousands of strange.

But there is no exception, all are all in the yin to the cold.

Under the high platform, the emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty low: "Chen Gongzi, who has already prepared everything according to your instructions."

Chen Feng glanced, slowly nod.

He looked at the emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty, whispered: "It's still labor."

The emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty, was shocked, and quickly looked: "Do not dare to praise the prize."

Chen Feng looked at him and his eyes were deep.

Today, there are more than he helped.

Although Chen Feng strength is strong, these materials are extremely high, and it is extremely cumbersome.

Even if Chen Feng is prepared, I am afraid that I have to spend a few months before you can get ready.

But with the emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty, he didn't have a day, but it was a good collection of these things.

Chen Feng slowly said: "You will help me today, if you have difficult you, if you have it."

"You can come to me, I will save you once."

The emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty, heard this, even more ecstatic.

Chen Feng Xu's promise, it is equivalent to letting them have a life!

He quickly thanked.

Chen Feng no longer said, just spending: "Tian resurgeon, for me!"

A huge brittle eagle sound sounded.

A huge figure, the sky is general, like a large black cloud covered in the Tianguan Huangcheng.

It is the gold-winged dragon eagle.

On top of the gold-winged dragon, there is a sound: "Big Brother, rest assured, I am!"

Chen Feng slowly nodded and heard a little.

Next, he must have a whole god, absolutely can't be interrupted.

There is a deceased slave, he is relieved.

Chen Feng slowly boarded the high platform and looked at the distance in the distance.

The sun sunset is getting lower and lower.

At that moment in the sunset completely dropped.

Chen Feng suddenly reached out, a big drink: "The flag!"

A big flag flew up and fell into his hand.

Chen Feng directly inserted it in the high center of the high platform!

This feature, flagpole is tens of meters, and the hand is painted black, but it is made of Wan Yin Shenmu.

Moreover, this yin Shenmu Before become a yin Shenmu, it is a year who has grown for four thousand years. He has gone to a few years of ghosts, and a number of old people in several rich homes.

The flag is broken, and it is a strong warrior that has been killed by a zombie, and sews it.

The Chinese people are more expensive, even more than this high platform.

There is a wind strike, the big flag is fluttering, and the ghost air is covered.

The big flag inserted in the moment, there is a darkness between the sky, and the high is a thousand meters.

This darkness is strong and theirs are surprising, and the dry gas source is constantly.

And the high platform, all the darkness, all the Chinese ghost, and inject it into this darkness.

After the height of the black gas came to the height of about kilometers, it was condensed, as a column.

However, Chen Feng is clearly seen that these black gas is made with countless silk.

Like a ranging, the silk is the same, it is scattered out.

In an instant, it was a spike of three hundred miles away.

Like a big net, it will be covered by three hundred miles.

Chen Feng slowly nodded, and then, on the high platform, the foot of the strange and mysterious.

Previously, Chen Feng enlisted the memory of the towns and heads, and had a bitter practice in the Qing Dynasty as a boat.

It is very common.

Between turning, it is already the pace of work.

Then, it is a double arm, and a big scream.

A palm is shot on that high platform!

At the same time, Chen Fengwei is in the heart, a green flame flashes out, and the moment is spread to the entire high platform.

As he yelled, the Gaotai was actually no fire!

The flame is a fierce rising.

However, this flame is not a common red red, but it is a green ghost!

The cyan ghost burns, ridiculous with the flagpole, reaching a thousand meters.

Then, the silk thread is spread along the silk.

Almost between the turns, the square is three hundred miles, the green ghost fire.

The whole area, as if it turns into a Chinese ghost country.

Next to it is not far, the people of Tianyuan Imperial City have seen this scene is very horrible!

Under this cyan ghost, Chen Feng's face became a cyan.

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Although he uses this method, it is just a surgery for Chen Fengfeng.

The road in his heart is always a big bright, and the tang is right.

Although the high platform ignited the bears cyan, but did not collapse, but still stable.

The cyan ghosts are constantly stretched, and they will be covered with the silk.

The square is three hundred miles, every tens of meters, will be nailed to the ground.

And this cyan ghost fire is also burning into the ground, burning into the jungle, burning it to the deep mountain, everything is in the abyss.

With the burning of these cyan ghosts, there suddenly had a sound from the ghost.

Then, it can be seen that there is a hundred miles of square meters, and the ground is suddenly penetrated.

The black smoke is gradually disadvantaged.

Even in some wilderness, some are located in the mountains, and I don't see the sun in the sun in the sun, and there is also a black smoke.

In the deep mountain, there is a strong black smoke.

In a moment, there are black smoke in all over the world.

They seem to be attracted to the cyan ghosts and chased the cyan ghost.

Seeing this scene, Chen Feng lightly touched himself: "The first step, it!"

The first step in the first step, this cyan flame ignited with the special skills of the Soul Temple, is the most attractive to these ghosts that can attract free in the void.

Chen Feng is now using this method, attracting the ghosts of the square.

Then, those cyan ghosts are beginning to slow down.

Chasing these cyan ghosts, those whisoned black smoke are also gradually gathering towards the high platform.

The strong ghosts are strong, and the face is coming.

Above the sky, suddenly black smoke, form a black cloud.