King of Gods

The thunder wing flashed, and in Zhao Feng’s mind, there was a vague outline.

At present, he is only practicing the "Lei Wing Wind Flash" of its basic articles.

The thunderwing wind flashes, and it is already a representative thunderwing flight of the wind and thunder wing, which has won the speed essence in the wind and thunder heritage.

With the "Lei Wing Wind Flash", Zhao Feng is confident that his flight speed can be slightly better than many virtual gods.

Time, flying fast.

On the last two days of Zhao Feng, he realized the "wing of the wind and thunder" and also kept on killing.

Two days later.

Zhao Feng spit a sigh of relief, took up the little thief cat and the half-god child, and came to Duanmu the Great Mansion.

The half-god young child, the progress is amazing, and the cultivation is also in the late stage of the Great Dan.

This is still, Zhao Feng has certain restrictions on him in the resources of dreams, flesh and blood.

The Great House.

"Okay, it’s all there."

Duanmu Qing nodded slightly.

On his side, he stood Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei.

All kinds of trivia, all three have been dealt with, just waiting to use the cross-spiritual array.

"set off"

Duanmu the great emperor thought, a great emperor, surrounded by Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei.

唰

At the next moment, the three disappeared at the same time on the main peak.

"Good speed."

Zhao Feng was shocked and shocked. Duan Muqing took two people and left the site of Xuanzhen Shengzong in one step.

In the senses, Zhao Feng has the illusion of spatial replacement.

The Emperor of the Dark God, the level of the soul, reached the realm of perfection.

Their understanding of the heavens and the earth and their understanding of space far exceed the ordinary king.

After one or two interest rates.

Duanmuqing three, fell to the peak of the ancient times.

The ancient holy peak, in the true Wusheng, is a neutral place, there are many inheritance, and stay here.

When Zhao Feng arrived, a two-star sect, hundreds of disciples, stayed here.

"They are..."

Zhao Feng was surprised.

Duanmu Qingguang faintly explained, "Some two-star sects, the great ancestors of the past, before the death, had been on the peak of the ancient times, and have passed down. This has become the legacy of the Zongmen descendants."

Zhao Feng suddenly realized.

These deeds, when he first entered the Holy Land, also vaguely heard about it.

"Of course, these inheritances are far from the top secrets of the semi-deserved remains."

Duanmu Qingdao.

Like the semi-god relics, this level of mystery or heritage, look at the entire Holy Land, no more than three.

Ignore this two-star sect.

Duanmu the Great led the way, and went to the eight ancient bluestone pillars, where one of the arrays was on the platform.

The eight ancient bluestone columns, each one up to a hundred feet, are engraved with a quaint array of textures.

Those arrays of textures present a sense of spatial stereoscopic overlap. Under the insight of Zhao Feng’s spiritual eyes, there is a sense of confusion.

Obviously.

These stone pillars involve deep space and ambiguity.

"Duanmu the Great."

In the stone column method, a voice came.

Zhao Feng looked at it with a slight surprise. At the top of each stone pillar, there was a virtual king of the gods.

Also.

At the center of the platform, there is also a veteran of the vicissitudes of life, a **** of the gods.

A great emperor, eight kings, took a cross in the spiritual field.

"I am bothering you."

Duanmu Qing smiled and the sound was warm and windy.

The emperor of the vicissitudes of the old man nodded and flashed out.

then.

Duanmuqing took out thirty-two pieces of the best elemental spar, which were respectively embedded in eight stone columns.

"The cross-spiritual array is to prevent the invasion of foreign strongs. Moreover, the core of the spiritual array has a twin."

Duanmu Qing is two people, answering some secrets.

In the land of Canghai, there are three spiritual sanctuaries, namely Zhenwu, Fumeng, and Wansen.

The three spiritual sanctuaries are connected to each other across the spiritual realm.

In the general direction, Zhao Feng and Duan Muqing, Zhao Yufei pathway.

"After the ‘Flying Dreams, we will part ways.”

Duanmu Qing three, stood at the center of the platform.

嗡

On the eight ancient bluestone pillars, a magnificent and brilliant silver light broke out, covering the entire platform.

Duanmu Qing, Zhao Feng, Zhao Yufei, three figures transparent and faded, disappeared without a trace.

"gone"

On one of the pillars, a dark-faced king, suddenly in his hand, appeared a token and sent a message.

Just at the next moment.

A "death will", which is amazed by the world, runs through the sacred place of Zhenwu, a huge death force, and makes some kings, emperors, and hearts feel uneasy.

"A strong breath of death"

Some of the virtual kings of the gods, the soul is cold and uneasy.

After a few interest.

At the height of the peak of the ancient holy peak, a stalwart figure wearing a dark gold crown, tall as a shadow of death, gray, ancient, deep.

He has a pair of dark scorpions, dark and innocent, like a dead abyss.

"Death Emperor"

In the Holy Land, some ancient emperors trembled and blurted out.

"Where is this death emperor, when will the real Wusheng holy land?"

"His hidden is really deep"

In the Holy Land, a wave of stormy waves was triggered.

The emperor of death is the land of the sea of ​​the sea, the ancient emperor like a nightmare.

"Master."

Sunshine youth Wen Luoan, standing on the side of the death of the Emperor.

In addition, the white girl, the three dead kings, twenty or thirty dead guards, are in the queue.

Such a lineup is enough to sweep some of the two-star sects outside the Holy Land.

"In the thousand secluded sacred sects, lurking for a month or two, that Duanmu the Great, it really is to go to the floating dreams."

The death emperor whispered.

His voice, there is a kind of empty and cold, penetrating the soul, standing on the shackles of life.

In the Holy Land, when some of the gods were swept, they all shuddered, and the soul was trembled and afraid to approach.

The death emperor, proficient in the soul of death, even if it is a trace of God, may be countered by his death.

Rumors about the death emperor, some kings in the Holy Land, the Great, have heard of it.

After a while.

The death emperor and his party came to the cross-spiritual array.

"Death Emperor..."

The vicissitudes of the old emperor, the eight kings, there is a kind of illusion that life is not in control.

Eight kings, the soul is a suffocating oppression, unable to look directly at the death emperor.

Only the old man, the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of life, was jealous and looked at the death emperor. He did not speak.

"Brother, we are going to see the scenery again this time?"

A white girl, a slightly silly smile.

"You must know right away."

From the hands of the dead emperor, Wen Luoan received thirty-two pieces of the best of the crystal spar, embedded in eight stone pillars.

quickly.

The death of the Emperor, a huge death scent, disappeared in the ray of the Fa.

Endless void sea.

At the other end of the distance, it is a center of the holy land of Zhenwu.

"Flying dreams."

Zhao Feng stood on a similar platform and looked around.

At this moment, this holy place is floating with a block of floating dream clouds, each of which is at least a hundred miles away.

Every piece of colorful clouds is as substantial as it is, and there is a two-star strong sect.

"There is only one Samsung sect in the floating dreams, and there are dozens of two-star sects. However, the strength of the sacred sacred sect is even stronger than the mysterious and thousand secluded."

Duanmu Qing sighed.

Arriving at the Holy Dream, Duanmu Qing showed a token.

It turned out that he was a two-star strong honoured elder in the dreamland.

After arriving at the Floating Dreams, Duanmu Qing and Zhao Yufei will continue to use the “cross-regional array” to travel to other spiritual areas near the mainland.

By then.

Duanmu Qing and Zhao Yufei may leave the Canghai and arrive at the southern edge of the mainland on the edge of the mainland.

"Zhao Fengge, we are parting ways. Perhaps, next time we meet, we will have different identities, different positions. Or, we may be strangers."

Zhao Yufei slightly bite her lips, and she has a stubborn resoluteness and a strong smile.

at this time.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei stood in two different cross-domain arrays.

Still not waiting for Zhao Feng to open.

Zhao Yufei has already turned his body, his eyes are rosy and sparkling with a hint of crystal.

"Forming a stranger? Yu Fei..."

Zhao Feng whispered, the heart of calm, always had a sting that had never been seen.

That feeling, like the "Mermaid Tear Crystal", some of those experiences in the love of the bones.

It seems that he is also caught in the mermaid, that beautiful or awkward love.

Zhao Yufei in the field of vision is thin and thin, lonely and helpless.

Zhao Feng visually observed the familiar shadow, and his heart struggled a little, and there was an impulse to rush forward and hold it tightly.

Meow meow

The little thief cat jumped on Zhao Feng's shoulder and threw a few copper coins between the cat's claws. Some eagerly urged.

"Ok?"

Zhao Feng's face changed slightly, and he quickly took out a few pieces of the best metamorphic stone.

Before the departure, Zhao Feng applied a lot of resources in the Holy Land and traded a small amount of the best spar.

Meow ~

The thief cat is agile and puts eight pieces of spar inlaid into the base of the platform.

嗡

Zhao Feng is shrouded in the illusory light of the array.

"Yu Fei, it will be seen again on the day."

Zhao Feng decided to make a firm voice and penetrate the empty soul.

The last scene.

Zhao Yufei's stubborn figure, after all, did not look back, Jiaojiao slightly shivering.

"Yu Fei, respectively, is for the next time to reunite. The mainland dynasty, where is the real world stage. With the potential of Zhao Feng, sooner or later will come to the mainland."

The voice of the Purple Remnant came.

quickly.

Duanmu Qing and Zhao Yufei also disappeared into the virtual light of the array.

After the interest rate.

Cross-spiritual arrays, flashing dazzling arrays of virtual light.

immediately.

A breath of death is coming from all over the world.

Those who guard the big cross-spiritual array of people are discolored.

A group of death emperors appeared in the cross-spiritual array.

On the field.

The silence of a dead one.

"gone?"

The Emperor of Death whispered, and he had a pair of "death of death", which was fixed on the opposite side, a king.

"what"

The sacred king, the soul consciousness, seems to be imprisoned, and has no ability to speak and struggle.

"The purple-haired man, where have you been?"

Wen Luoan asked a gentle face.

"He... he went to ‘Tianhua domain.’

The vain king, who swayed the way, looked at the death emperor with fear and anxiety.

The nightmare of the death emperor, covering the entire Canghai.

"Come on."

The death emperor was in full swing, and suddenly launched a cross-domain array, disappearing into the brilliant array of illusion.

"Death Emperor"

"This terrible guy has come to the realm of the floating dreams. I don't know what kind of storms will be set off.

A few kings, the heart has a lingering road.

After a while.

The death of the great Hao Hao team, appeared in the Tianhua·virtual sea hall.

唰

The overwhelming death atmosphere permeates the entire virtual sea hall.

In an instant.

The vast virtual sea spirit temple seems to be shrouded in the shadow of death. All the strong, the body and mind are stiff, like stone.

"A big handwriting, the master respects the power of death and directly bans the entire virtual sea hall."