God-slaughtering King

Yun Zhanxing reached out to hold the man's chin, raised his face and said coldly, "tell me your choice!"

"I'll go! I'll go! Don't kill me!" cried the martial artist of Tianxing country.

The blood killing guard sealed the man Yuan Li and let him go. The man trembled and walked towards the hall door. He turned his head and saw the wolf like blood killing guard behind him. He continued to walk forward with a sad face.

The eyes of everyone present focused on the man. Whether he could enter the king's palace smoothly depended on him.

Jing menglang's face flashed a trace of gloom. He knew best, but the man was dead! Tiangang 36 array will not leave such a loophole.

Sure enough, when the man was a foot away from the temple door, a white awn appeared out of thin air and cut it in two. The blood was sprayed and he died on the spot before he could make any sound.

Silence!

Everyone's eyes were dim and silent. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. When the hope is dashed, no one has the heart to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm incompetent and wasted everyone's time." Jing menglang got up and worshipped the crowd.

Nanmen Feng quickly picked up Jing menglang and said, "brother Jing is serious. If this array is so easy to crack, it must have been broken long before we can wait. No wonder anyone."

At this time, Nanmen Maple represents the Royal cloud family. Since Nanmen Maple has spoken and others are not good at what to say, they come forward to comfort Jing menglang, but the few respect in their eyes has disappeared!

People's hearts are warm and cold, why is this!

The array here can't be broken. It must be useless for the other three King's palaces. Now we can only wait for the emperor's palace to open more than a month later. After gathering the warriors of Tianxing country, see if there is any way.

For more than a month, they immediately agreed to act separately. On the one hand, they could gather more chiyun martial artists, on the other hand, they could also kill the single Tianxing martial artists.

It was agreed to gather in the palace of the emperor in a month. A moment later, only three bloody bodies were left in front of the empty hall.

Xuesha Wei had to follow Nanmen Feng. Under Nanmen Feng's repeated insistence, he only took cloud Zhanxing and disappeared in the dark distance.

Nanmen Feng had a guess in his heart. If he wanted to take a risk, it would be inconvenient for more people.

Two days later, it was still the palace, and the two figures appeared outside the high wall, which was to get rid of the fighting between maple and cloud in the south gate.

"Can I trust you?" Nanmen Feng asked, looking at Yun Zhanxing with a dignified look.

Yun Zhanxing was shocked and looked at the solemn eyes of Nanmen maple. In fact, when Nanmen Feng took him back to this place, he had vaguely guessed that Nanmen Feng had a way to enter the palace.

That method must involve some secrets of Nanmen maple. I don't want too many people to know. Nanmenfeng trusted him when he chose him.

"I can die for you!"

Without too much language, one sentence is enough!

"OK!" Nanmen Feng nodded, "you don't need to die, as long as you do a very simple thing."

Such heavy trust makes Yun Zhanxing breathless. Respect and trust are more important to Yun Zhanxing than life!

After throwing the God killing tower into the king's palace, Yun Zhanxing was silent for a long time. He looked at the high wall with firm eyes and hid.

At this time, the maple in the South Gate of the God killing tower glanced at the sleeping purple thunder carving, and silently estimated that after a quarter of an hour outside, his heart moved out of the God killing tower. It's a matter of life and death. He can't help being careless. He doesn't want to have a lot of fun if he appears on the wall and happens to be given a sword.

The first thing I saw was a high wall. I leaned down and put away the God killing tower. I turned and looked. The attic waterside pavilions staggered. The ground was full of white jade. Both sides of the road were lush and lush with vegetation.

Clean and tidy, as if the owner had just left after cleaning up, and the broken walls outside were like two worlds.

"Is it because of the array?" Nanmen Feng said strangely, walked through the soft grass, stepped on the path, glanced at the hall door and walked in.

The palace is magnificent and solemn, but the layout is refined and worldly. The maple steps at the south gate are light and slow along the way. I don't know whether there will be an array in the palace.

Through the first gate, the South Gate Maple suddenly opened up, and a square the size of a football field appeared in front of him. Looking around, at the end of the square is a row of jade steps more than ten feet high, above which stands a hall.

A plaque was hung in the middle of the hall, but only one word was written on it - gun!

He was so aggressive that Nanmen Maple just looked at him from a distance. He was shocked and his eyes tingled. He quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to look again.

"What a strong momentum!" I don't know how many years have passed, the handwriting still has such momentum, and how high will the cultivation of the writer be? Nanmen Maple dare not imagine.

Walking through the square and up the steps, an invisible pressure suddenly appeared. Every step down the South Gate Maple had to use yuan force to fight. Perhaps because of the passage of time, more than a hundred steps came to the end, but it didn't take much effort to go to Nanmen maple.

It's hard to imagine that if the king is still here, I'm afraid the steps in front of him will be a natural moat that he can't cross!

The hall door was closed tightly, and the South Gate Maple didn't dare to look up at the plaque again. He came to the door of the hall, gently spit out his breath, stretched out his hands and pushed slowly towards the hall door.

"Zhi!" the door of the hall opened. The dazzling brilliance came out of the hall, and even the square behind him was leisurely lit for a few minutes.

The maple in the South Gate stepped into the hall and was immediately attracted by the place where the brilliance came from. He saw dozens of "stones" of different colors around the top of the hall. When he counted them carefully, there were as many as 36.

"It's thirty-six again." Nanmen Feng murmured, "does it have anything to do with the array outside?" he immediately shook his head and looked back at the center of the hall.

The maple eyes in the South Gate brightened like stars in the sky. There is a purple chair in the middle of the hall. The light yuan force fluctuation is clearly uploaded from the chair. Even the South Gate Maple standing at the door can clearly feel it.

Next to the chair, a dark spear like existence was inserted into the ground, and the sapphire ground at the edge of the spear was torn apart. From a distance, the long gun looks like an ordinary soldier. I can't see any surprise. This is exactly the surprise.

Will there be any soldiers here? No one will believe it, nor will nanmenfeng.

The ground is polished by a kind of sapphire, which is similar to the material of the outer steps. The chairs placed on both sides are made of white jade. It can be seen that the owner here has a preference for jade.

Reaching out to touch the purple chair, nanmenfeng suddenly felt calm, and all the previous shocks and surprises were thrown out of the sky.

"This is extraordinary!" Nanmen Maple was secretly ecstatic. If you guessed correctly, it has the effect of calming people's nerves, which is a strange treasure for martial artists.

Martial arts practitioners are depressed and irritable, which often affects their cultivation, and even become possessed. With the help of this object, the current affairs of cultivation can be doubled with half the effort, and the mind can be kept clear all the time, which is of unspeakable benefit to the martial artist.

Nanmen Feng pressed down his excited mood, put it away, and turned his eyes to the dark spear in front of him. The gun head goes straight into the ground. You can't see the gun head or how long it is. Simplicity is all the feeling of Nanmen maple.

In fact, nanmenfeng was not sure whether it was a gun or not, but because of the word "gun" outside the hall, he was preconceived.

Reaching out to the gun, a warm and cool feeling passed over. I grabbed it tightly and wanted to pull it out, but I found the long gun motionless.

"Eh?" Nanmen Feng just urged Yuan Li.

Boom!

I just felt a strong force suddenly uploaded from the gun. Suddenly, Nanmen Maple flew directly and hit the wall of the hall.

The severe pain in the chest made Nanmen Maple miserable. The blood sprayed, and the meridians were fragmented by the impact of the fierce power.

"Good domineering power!"

Looking at the dark barrel of the gun, Nanmen Maple's eyes were full of shock and surprise. Such a powerful weapon can be subdued. Can you sell it at a good price even if you don't use it?

Feeling the pain of chest tear, Nanmen Feng decided to recover first.

With a move in mind, he flashed into the God killing tower, took a pill, quickly meditated and regulated his breath, and his vitality entered the body along the pores.

Half an hour later. Nanmen Feng frowned slightly, and the injury in his body had only slight changes. The strong breath left in his body could not disperse for a long time, and continued to destroy his body.

The vitality in the killing God tower has a magical effect on the recovery of the injury, which Nanmen Maple deeply understands, "why is it useless this time?"

"Is it because it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth?" perhaps this is the only explanation. In the past, it absorbed the essence blood of demons and warriors, which is the reason for quickly recovering the injury!

Now we can only rely on pills. Fortunately, with the help of the God killing tower, the time is not so urgent for Nanmen maple. Slowly close your eyes, run the kill God formula and start healing.

As time goes by, half a month has passed in the God killing tower in the blink of an eye, and four days have passed outside.

Sitting cross legged at the south gate, Feng Muran opened his eyes and finally recovered from the injury in his body. Yun Zhanxing must be in a hurry waiting outside. I'd better take the long gun and go out earlier.

The firmness of the sapphire ground is beyond the imagination of Nanmen maple. With the benefit of Xuanyuan sword, one sword can only cut a piece the size of an adult's palm. For fear that it would affect the spear, and could not use yuan force, Nanmen Maple could only dig down with one sword and one sword.

After half a day, only a small pit two feet deep was dug, and the dark barrel still couldn't see the end.

In addition, those left outside have been almost ten feet, "come on!" with Nanmen Feng's understanding of the long gun, ten feet has been a long time.

Continue to wave Xuanyuan sword and dig down, "this should be at least a king's weapon?" those who can appear here will be extraordinary soldiers. The previous hard blow made Nanmen Feng feel terrified, but he was excited. The stronger he was, the more excited he was.

Another day passed, and the maple in the south gate was about to despair. It had been dug nearly a foot deep, but there was still no end to see. "Is this a weapon?" Nanmen Feng began to shake a little. It's almost seven or eight feet long to stay outside! Will there be such a long weapon?