King of Gods

The brawler has a pair of blue-eyed eyes, and scans the range of Zhao Feng’s direction.

A trace of spiritual fluctuations, like a spider web weaving extension, concealed and powerful, unpredictable.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng’s heart shook, feeling the earth under his feet, broken and collapsed, turned into an infinite abyss, mid-air, countless large fireworks balls, each with a weight of more than ten thousand pounds, roaring and screaming at himself.

That destructive force is called a disaster level, and it is as dangerous as a true spiritual environment.

At the moment of life and death, Zhao Feng's left eyeball moved a layer of sharp blue light, in the left eye space, the cyan small abyss, and quickly rotated and extended.

call!

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, the illusion in front of him, suddenly burst, cold sweat on his back.

The spirit illusion of the martyrdom was so powerful that he almost let Zhao Feng preach.

You must know that in the trial, even the magical fox that is good at mental illusion did not affect Zhao Feng.

"No! This is not just an illusion, it also contains a kind of spiritual attack. If it is not my left eye to resolve it, it will inevitably reinvent the mind, which is even more terrible than the meat."

Zhao Feng secretly analyzed the attack of the Brawler.

The use of the other side in the spiritual field is superb and superb, and the spiritual attack made by the illusion is as basic.

At this moment, Zhao Feng has a clear understanding of the strength of the fighting people, and his cultivation is at least to reach the seven heavens, and the height of the spiritual level is comparable to the true spiritual environment.

“Is it an illusion?”

The Brawler stood on the big tree in front of the ancient temple, and was slightly confused.

He is always confident in his own intuition, which is a unique talent in the spiritual field.

But he did not respond to the scope of the illusion attack.

Even if it is the strongest of the seven heavens, facing his illusion attack will also be created, and even reveal flaws.

"The fighters are still not sure about the hidden me."

Zhao Feng was a little relieved.

The shadow cloak is not a heritage treasure. In the night, the stealth effect doubles, allowing his body shape to fully integrate into the night.

In addition, at the crucial moment, Zhao Feng does not retain the power of blood, and the power of the shadow cloak is fully exerted.

Meow meow!

In this key eye, a small gray cat jumped to the opposite tree.

what!

Zhao Feng’s heart screamed, and whispered, you are a little thief, when it’s not good, you have to come out now.

The little thief cat smiled and stood on the big tree, facing the brawler.

"Hey! The cat that will be invisible? What type of monster is this?"

The brawler is exposed.

Hey!

The thief's cat shape is integrated into the night and disappears.

rub!

This little thief cat will also hide!

Zhao Feng was completely thundered, but after thinking about it, the feline itself is good at night action, not to mention the mysterious race of the little thief cat.

Meow meow!

The little thief cat appeared on another big tree, in a straight line with the fighting people, about ten feet apart.

"This cat is interesting, maybe there is something special in the body..."

The fighting people are moving in their hearts and intend to give birth to this kitten that is only invisible.

The little thief cat smiled at the thief and spit out a bronze coin in his mouth.

The bronze money was thrown into the air by the little thief cat, constantly flipping, falling to the palm of his hand, quite like a little **** stick.

"Is this a treasure that the little thief cat has swallowed in the trial?"

Zhao Feng stared at the bronze money.

A slap in the face, it seems that I don’t understand the thief’s intentions, but he can see the expression of gloating on the thief’s face. not good! He suddenly whispered and looked to the rear.咻嗖 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道 一道In an instant, the volatility of the heavens and the earth increased, the power of the true spirit, the number of pressures in the circle, countless souls trembled.

The atmosphere of true spirits!

The Brawler has not taken care of the weird little thief, and the true spirit of the atmosphere has already rushed to lock him.

The little thief cat swallowed the bronze money into his stomach, sitting on the tree, and looked at the tiger.

The red glow soon settled, floating in the air, showing a red robe old man and a seventeen-year-old red-haired boy.

"Master! It is here! The disciples are here to be counted by them!"

The red-haired boy is breathing tightly and at the same time stretches his finger to the brawler.

The screaming man sneered, and the blue eyes were blooming, and the ripples of strange cold and transparent bloomed, and they swept away in an instant.

The red robe old man frowned, but he was able to cope, but the red-haired teenager around him screamed.

"Honger!"

The old man in the red robe quickly guarded the juvenile, and the powerful spirit of the true spirit turned into a red-red storm, forming a fan shape and rushing toward the fighting people.

In the meantime, the fan-shaped area with a diameter of more than ten feet is turned into a black and gray ash.

The squadron panicked and retreated, and apparently could not compete with the real spiritual environment. If it was swept in front of the power, even if he reached the peak of the seven heavens, he would not escape.

Wow!

The fighting man spit out a blood, and his body retreats to the ancient temple that is covered by a magical array.

"Hey! It turned out to be the ‘Old Hall’, and it’s the same 13 members of the Alliance. Why do you want to start with Macro?”

The old man in the red robe fed a young man to the young man and chased the ancient temple.

Looking at the situation, the forces in the ancient temples are not only for the people of Xiaoyuezong, but also for the sectarian forces around them.

The red-haired boy’s cultivation has reached the five-fold day. When it’s good, it’s placed in Xiaoyuezong, at least the top five in the true biography.

At this chaotic moment, Zhao Feng rose from the original place and leapt to a nearby Baizhang ancient tree.

Standing at the top of the ancient tree, Zhao Feng opened his left eye and penetrated the magic array to watch the situation in the ancient temple.

After the old man of the red robe sneaked into the ancient temple, he was ambushed in some dark places, but as a true spiritual person, he was strong and powerful, killing five or six people in an instant.

Those who are strangled are at least five days old, all killed, and none can resist.

"This is the strength of the true spirit!"

Zhao Feng secretly screams.

"Oh, it’s not the elders of the real spirits of the ‘Yin Yuezong’. Don’t you see the ‘controlling kind’ in this son?”

The brawler laughed.

"What! Controlling kind?"

The red robe old man changed his face.

puff!

A short knife of a sacred warrior pierced the chest of the old man of the red robe.

The person who shot is the red-haired boy who is close at hand.

"Honger you..."

The old man in the red robe was grieved, and a real force shook the boy out.

Immediately, the old man in the red robe screamed: "Today I am going to destroy the er, and so on, as long as the person who kills the ‘controlling kind’ is killed, the macro will be able to recover.”

On the ancient tree, Zhao Feng showed a thoughtful expression.

Yin Yuezong, a member of the Red Robe Old Man, is one of the three, and is one of the sects of the "Three Small Meetings" along with Ling Yuezong and Xiao Yuezong.

The "Ancient Hall of the Ancient Dynasties" where the Brawlers are located, and the three generals, belong to the thirteen alliances.

Just then, the situation in the ancient temple changed again.

"Hey..."

A silver-blooded zombie walked out of a deep temple in the ancient temple.

The silvery blood stasis, emitting a horrible cold corpse, the red light in the eyes, the breath is even stronger than the fighting people.

"It turned out to be him! Blood rudder guardian!"

Zhao Feng, who is watching from a distance, has a heartbeat.

This silver pattern is bloody, he has dealt with it. Last time in the cave of the Red Crescent, he was just a thrilling game.

At that time, the blood rudder guarding the law, weak to the extreme, just waking up, basically no power. Even then, Zhao Feng and others almost disappeared.

Up to now, the blood rudder guardian law has at least restored to the half-step true spiritual environment, and the meat is full of strength.

I saw him attacking the old man in the red robe and smothering it. The body of the blood rudder guarding the law is extremely hard and can withstand the attack of the true spirit.

The fighting people, in the distance, exert a mental attack and interfere.

"Even if this is the case, it is difficult to defeat the true spirits."

Zhao Feng analyzed in his heart.

In fact, the blood stasis guards the two, and did not intend to defeat the old man in the red robe, but the war and retreat, constantly killing each other.

The fighting people continue to kill the old man in the red robe from the spiritual level.

After a while, the blood rudder guards the law and the fighting people, and returns to the temple of the sensation.

The red robe old man and the young man broke into the hall.

A strange situation has arisen.

A few people entered the hall, the entire ancient temple range, fell into silence, no more movement.

It seems that the old man and the boy in the red robe were swallowed up by the behemoth.

Zhao Feng vaguely felt the spirit of a vast and terrifying spirit, surging in the hall.

quickly.

The red robe old man and the young man, with no expression, walked out of the hall and went away.

As if nothing had happened.

"It's too weird!"

Zhao Feng was shocked.

He took a deep breath and pushed his left eye to the limit.

At the next moment, his gaze penetrated the entrance to the deep temple and vaguely saw the situation inside. Inside the hall. Fighting people and blood stasis, there are injuries on the body. In particular, the blood rudder guardian law, subjected to the fierce attack of the true spiritual environment, the body bones almost fell apart. This is still him, for the general half-step true spirit, has been dead several times.

In the middle of the temple, there is a futon with a lifeless truss.

But inside the truss's eyelids, they braved two groups of red and deep flames.

Zhao Feng subconsciously, did not dare to use the left eye to spy on the truss.

call!

The two red flames in the eyelids of the truss are getting darker and darker and have a sense of weakness.

"Adults are not one of the main halls of the Red Crescent Church. Even in this weak state, they can control a true spiritual person."

In the eyes of the fighting people, there is deep fear.

In the truss, there is a mysterious voice: "It’s just the real-life level of the real world. This little character, I don’t know how much I killed. I can succeed this time, and you will definitely play for him. Role. This seat needs to rest for half a month.

Zhao Feng stared in the distance, could not hear the dialogue in the hall, but there was a feeling of creepy feeling.

"The master of the church, this stronghold, I am afraid it is not safe. Our rapid penetration has probably caused the 13 leagues to be alert."

The blood rudder guards the law, with a worried road.

"It makes sense, but before that..."

In the dark eyes of the truss, a faint red light was shot.

not good!

Zhao Feng, standing in the tree, only felt a pain in his heart, as if he was contaminated by something disgusting, very uncomfortable.

"No secluded, you go to the little devil outside, this seat has already laid a ‘ghost mark’ on him. Now only you can sense it and have the spare power to chase him.

The mysterious truss commanded.

Meow meow!

The little thief cat suddenly glimpsed and returned to the storage bracelet.

"The mission is complete, go!"

Zhao Feng’s dark cloak fluttered behind him, like an arc of light, blending into the night, and disappearing.

"Little devil, you can't escape."

The fighting people flew out of the ancient temple, a pair of blue and cold, locked Zhao Feng.