King of Gods

A small spaceship with a simple appearance runs through the heavens and the earth at an extremely fast speed.

This is the flying props of the two giant temples, the speed reaches the seventh-order peak, the defense is also very strong, and the value is high.

The red star field and the dark sky area where the giant temple is located are also separated by a Yangling area. Such a distant distance is naturally the use of flying props.

On the way, Zhao Feng learned that the strong man's name breaks the ancient gods, and the rich woman is called the ancient **** of the moon. Both of them are the people of the giant temple, and they are the blood owners of the giant gods.

"It’s all about the 15th race of the Taikoo people!"

Zhao Feng could not help but be shocked.

The giant gods of the Taizuo Wanzu are ranked fifteen. After the legendary giant protoss promoted the blood, the body is huge, and there is a chance to turn the mountains at random.

Perhaps before I had taken these people down, the fifteenth race was definitely not as simple as it was.

"In fact, the situation is not as good as Zhao Gongzi thinks. Although the giant gods are strong, the blood is special..."

The ancient **** of Ningyue is more enthusiastic and introduces the initiative.

Every blood race of the Taikoo people has its own particularity.

The blood of the giant gods is incomparably strong, but this race also has defects in other blood races, that is, the probability of blood circulation is low, and the blood concentration is relatively thin, which is extremely difficult to improve.

For example, the ancient gods of the Yueyue and the ancient gods of the condensate, although they are all giant gods, the blood concentration is very low, and the name of the real giant **** is not true.

Therefore, although they are ranked fifteen giants, but the strength, it is similar to the ancient soul of the ranking of twenty-six.

"But there is no trace of an adult. It is the one with the highest blood concentration in the giant protoss. If it is time for him..."

The sacred ancient **** face reveals the color of reverence.

Zhao Feng nodded. His understanding of each race of the Taikoo people was not detailed.

From the words of the ancient **** of the moon, he learned that although the blood of the giant gods is strong, the blood of the giant gods is not much, and the blood concentration is even lower.

"It seems that there is no trace of the origins, not ordinary!"

Zhao Feng fell into meditation.

He can be sure that the other side does not have any blood when he knows nothing about it.

Then contact the gods of the giant gods in the mainland, what Zhao Feng soon thought of

"Maybe, the **** corpse is a lifeless life. After the reincarnation, the sinless traces came to the corpse of the gods, and the memories and inheritance of the past life, including the blood, and the ancient gods and gods, will be peerless power!"

Only in this way can we explain why Xinshou has the blood of the giant gods, and it is directly the master of the temple.

But when you think about it, you will have more things.

Such a fascinating past life is so powerful, why it will fall, and it will die in the mainland.

Also, why does the ancient soul temple want to capture the ancient gods, and the giant temple where Xin is not traced also needs the ancient **** seal?

These problems should be the secret of the Great Temple, and Zhao Feng did not ask much.

"What is your injury?"

Zhao Feng looked at the ancient **** of the broken Yue, his soul was heavily wounded, and Zhao Feng saw it before.

"When we came to look for you, we were the ancient souls..."

The face of the ancient **** of the broken Yue is somewhat embarrassing, directly said.

At this time, the three felt the whole small spaceship and suddenly swayed.

"They must be the ancient gods!"

The face of the ancient **** of the broken Yue has suddenly changed, and the ancient **** of the moon has some dignity.

Hey!

Zhao Feng could not help but slam the left side and the line of sight penetrated.

I saw that there were three people around the spaceship, and they were attacking the quaint spaceship with a smile.

The three are all eight-order ancient gods. The leader is a savvy old man, that is, the ancient **** of the ruin of the ancient **** of the broken Yue, the strength reaches the eighth-order peak, and the other is a man and a woman.

All three have a characteristic, that is, the body is dark and translucent.

"The temple of the giant temple, come out and die!"

The short-haired middle-aged, the evil laughed.

"The ancient soul family!"

Zhao Feng judged based on the physical characteristics of these people.

Combined with the information obtained before, Zhao Feng is not difficult to think that these people are the ancient soul temple.

"How do they know where we are? This is over!"

The old **** of the moon is anxious.

"Now I am seriously injured. Among them, there is an eighth-order peak. We are not their opponents!"

The ancient **** of the broken Yue said very annoyed.

"We have Zhao Gongzi now, the three people are united, there should be a counterbalance!"

The ancient **** of the moon immediately looked at Zhao Feng.

According to the previous relationship, she felt that Zhao Feng's strength is certainly not weak.

"Zhao Xiong has just broken through the eighth order, the strength is indeed not ordinary, but Zhao brother, you are good at the soul road, the ancient soul family is the soul road too ancient race..."

The ancient **** of the broken Yue looked at Zhao Feng and shook his head slightly.

Although Zhao Feng’s blood vessels are mysterious, they do not belong to the Eight Great Gods. After all, they are not very useful.

The ancient souls are the Taikoo races that specialize in the soul. Zhao Feng cannot be the opponent of the ancient souls, and may be restrained by the ancient souls.

"It’s not a way to hide here!"

Zhao Fengping said lightly.

Although the defensive performance of this spacecraft is good, it can't resist the siege of the three eighth-order ancient gods.

Hey!

The three men put the spacecraft away and immediately showed up.

"Hey? One more person, you are Zhao Feng, the person holding the ancient **** seal!"

The short-haired middle-aged stared at Zhao Feng, revealing the color of surprise.

"I didn't expect to let you have a life, but I really caught a big fish!"

On the side of the woman who looks like a monster, she smiles.

"What, deliberately let us go?"

The old **** of the moon is a pair of eyes.

"Otherwise, can you escape from us with your two?"

The ancient **** of ecstasy could not help but laugh.

The ancient **** of the broken Yue and the ancient **** of the moon know this, and the eyes are a little bleak.

"You should know the ancient gods of the Black Heaven!"

Zhao Feng suddenly spoke.

"Hey, that old guy, take the initiative to ask for you, and it’s a shame to return without success!"

The short hair middle-aged said coldly.

"In this case, I don't have to be merciful!"

Zhao Feng's face is cold, and the chill of a cold is filled out.

At the beginning, the ancient gods of the black sky and the ancient gods of the night dragons joined forces to chase themselves, and they almost set Zhao Feng to death.

Later, he only killed the ancient **** of the night dragon and let the ancient gods escape.

Nowadays, the forces of the ancient gods of the darkness are sent to the door by chance, and he will naturally be polite.

"Zhao Feng!"

Looking at the ancient gods, look at Zhao Feng.

Is it difficult for Zhao Feng to see the situation? Today they are clearly weak on this side.

"Haha, you better not leave your hand, or you will die!"

The short-haired middle-aged suddenly burst into laughter.

"Don't talk nonsense, kill!"

The ancient **** of the fangs was cold and impatient.

"Spell with them!"

The stagnation of the ancient **** silver teeth bites, the body exudes a strong ancient blood.

Hey!

The black shadow flashed, and the short-haired middle-aged floated to Zhao Feng.

"Oh, kid, you don't want to be merciful!"

Short-haired middle-aged haze smiles.

He can see that Zhao Feng just broke through the eighth order, and the blood in his body seems to be very weak, so he is not worried.

"Mixed Yuan Shenquan!"

Zhao Feng runs the divine power and launches a tentative attack.

He has never been exposed to the ancient souls of the Taikoo, but he knows that the top races cannot be underestimated.

“The power is so powerful?”

The short-haired middle-aged face was different, and then smiled: "However, it is too slow!"

Hey!

He became a dark wave of light and escaped Zhao Feng’s punch.

"It's my turn!"

The short-haired middle-aged suddenly appeared in a figure, and hit a black palm with his hand.

The palm of the hand exudes a strong soul, and there is a lifelike dark snake in the palm of your hand, slowly twisting, spitting snakes.

"Soul attack!"

Zhao Feng left and condensed, analyzing each other's attacks.

That palm belongs to the soul attack, and the power can be both speeds.

Hey!

Zhao Feng's figure flashed and escaped the attack of the other side.

“The space flickers... what can be used?”

The short-haired middle-aged look is slightly stunned, and then a sinister smile is revealed.

I saw that the black palm of the shot that fell into the air, turned a corner, and continued to attack Zhao Feng.

"Sure enough, we are surprised!"

Zhao Feng has a slight face.

Just the other party's palm, the snake shadow Zhao Feng analysis is not transparent, so it is bound to be flawed.

Hey!

Zhao Feng's figure continues to flash, avoiding the black palm.

However, the black palms seem to be spiritual, and they are chasing after them.

More crucially, Zhao Feng found that the short-haired middle-aged did not control this soul attack.

"Zhao Feng, this is a special means of the ancient souls. The snake shadow is their cult of the 'soul beast', which is equivalent to the spirit of the animal trainer..."

At this time, the other side of the secluded ancient **** fighting the ancient gods immediately reminded.

"Is it like this?"

Zhao Feng reveals the color of surprise.

It is no wonder that this dark palm, like spirituality, has always followed itself, and the power has not weakened a bit. It is actually a special cultivation method, a soul beast that has been cultivated.

For the ancient souls, the soul beast is their spiritual pet, but it is easier to control and can be integrated into the soul attack.

Meow meow!

Just then, the little thief cat pulled out of the storage space.

"Look at it, who is the more powerful pet!"

Zhao Feng suddenly smiled.

Since the thief cat automatically ran out, naturally want to play, I believe that the thief cat also has a way to deal with the ancient soul family.

"Hey, just a wild cat, can you compare with my soul beast?"

The short-haired middle-aged snorted and was angry.

He swayed the law, and the darkness of the whole body surged.

At the same time, the little snake in the dark palms gradually increased in size, flew out of the dark palms, and swallowed them.

Hey!

The enlarged dark snake, close to a small house, horrified, swooped toward Zhao Feng as if to swallow its soul.

Meow meow!

The little thief suddenly extended the double gate. After the silver radiance and the runes flashed, a white cat shadow flew out.

The silver cat's body gradually became bigger, even bigger than the dark snake.

Hey!

The silver cat flew directly to the dark light snake, leaving a few deep scratches on his body, while at the same time madly biting it.

"That is... how can you get the ancient soul of the **** trick ‘Eagle Strike’!”

Short-haired middle-aged suddenly screamed.

The attack that the little thief cat has just displayed is the extremely deep **** secret technique of the ancient soul family, "The Soul Eater". Once it is displayed, it will temporarily condense the soul beast and madly devour the soul of the other.

"No, my shadow snake!"

At this moment, the short-haired middle-aged reaction is reflected, and his soul beast is about to die.

"You will die before him!"

Suddenly, a short hair next to the middle-aged body, a cold voice sounded.

"not good!"

Short-haired middle-aged face changes.

"Thunderbolt!"

Zhao Feng’s voice just fell, and the short-haired middle-aged soul was ignited by a thunder and lightning flame.

Bang!

Countless thunder and lightning filaments exude an amazing devastating atmosphere, bombarded in his body.

"what happened?"

The ancient **** of the sensation perceives the abnormality on the other side, and the gods are swept away, and the complexion changes.

"Zhao Feng, he actually has an advantage!"

The situation of the ancient **** of the broken Yue looked at Zhao Feng and was shocked.

The battle started less than a moment, and the ancient souls were actually defeated in the hands of Zhao Feng!