King of Gods

The **** vortex is the center of the sorcerer's purgatory, and the powerful **** purgatory power can swallow and refine the sacred king.

boom

Incorporating the yin and yang giant handprints of the sky, the whole ghost corpse is promoted, including the Zhao Feng in the middle, the half-god young children, and the lord.

Simultaneously.

In the **** whirlpool, there was a huge pulling force.

"Once you get into the **** vortex, you will be ruined by a large corpse..."

Zhao Feng’s heart is big.

As long as the corpse of the corpse is broken, Zhao Feng and the demigods will have no barriers, and they will suffer thousands of blood-stained light shocks, and even the secrets of several great Necromancers.

This is a moment of life and death.

"Little Kunyun"

Zhao Feng Li sighed, and a pair of wind and thunder wings extended behind him.

"understand"

Kunyun demigod and Zhao Feng are connected by a kind of mind, and communication is very simple.

"Breaking the Golden Boxing"

The semi-god will of the demigods and the boxing mood are highly integrated.

The void of the Purgatory Array creates a faint sense of swaying, and the naked eye sees only a golden brilliance of the punching light, turning into a sharp, rainbow-like tyrannical light column, slamming the yin and yang canopy where the giant handprint is located.

Bang

On the Yin and Yang giant hand prints, there was a big hole, and the black and white twisted skylight trembled.

"The mood of this little baby seems to be stronger than the general emperor..."

The yin and yang kings were slightly surprised.

Of course, the gap between the two sides is too big.

The yin and yang king's combat power is invincible under the emperor; the semi-god young boy's boxing conception, despite his cleverness, cannot break his secret law.

The yin and yang giant handprints that blend into the sky are only being contained, and most of them are blocked.

嘭

The half-god young child's body shape shook back a dozen feet, almost vomiting blood.

The yin and yang king's artistic conception, or the soul level, is incomparably close to the virtual god.

Under the single-handed struggle, Zhao Feng even if the **** eyes open, the odds are very low.

"Master...not good"

The lord of the ancestral hall exclaimed, and the corpse of the corpse was still pushed and pulled, close to the **** vortex.

after all.

The demigods still can't stop all the attacks of the yin and yang kings.

Just at the moment of life and death.

Thunder wing flash

A red thunderous light quickly swept to the center of the **** vortex.

"Ice Seal"

In the palm of Zhao Feng, an ice-blue rifle is like a icy ice-cold iceberg.

boom

The huge iceberg, in the icy ice, faintly presents an outline of an ice crystal seal, just falling on the **** vortex.

The entire dead spirit purgatory, a slight shock.

嗡

The huge iceberg, surrounded by ice crystal seals, was devastated by the **** vortex.

The power of ice and the power of engulfing each other.

However, the frozen mountain seals clearly fell into the wind and the atmosphere was cut.

"seal"

Zhao Feng's eyes are cold and cold, and the whole body's skin is covered with a layer of icy blue scales.

A stalwart ice from the ancient times, into the ice seal.

At the time of the hustle and bustle, the frozen mountain with the ice gun as the core seems to have a substantial trend, and the chilling cold force emitted is twice as short.

With Zhao Feng as the center, within a few square miles, everything is ice-condensed.

咻咻咻

Those **** light, close to Zhao Feng, the speed is slow, the surface condenses a layer of frost, after hitting him, Wei can sharply reduce by 50% or 60%.

叮叮叮

The blue scales on the surface of Zhao Feng are like the scales of the ancient ice dragon, and the defense is strong to the extreme.

咝咝

The **** vortex printed on the frozen mountain shows a trend of solidification, almost stopping the rotation.

"so close"

The lord of the temple stabilized the ghost corpse.

A hundred corpses, a distance from the **** vortex, only a few dozen feet.

Fortunately, the **** vortex was condensed by a brief ice, and its attraction almost disappeared.

"That **** breath..."

Several kings who presided over the formation of the law, especially Wen Luoan, were eclipsed.

The blood of Tianyang Warrior in Wen Luo'an body produces a faint tremor.

"The Taikoo Wansang list... the blood of the Xuan Bing family"

"How could he have..."

The three Necromancers and Wen Luo'an are moving together.

The blood that originated from the ancient times of the Han Xuan ice, so that the presence of several Necromancers, and even the death of the guards, a sense of oppression in the blood.

After the strengthening of the "Ice Emperor Gun", Zhao Feng with the "Xuanbing Squad" blood, the short-term ice condensed purgatory center of the **** vortex.

The power of the Necromancer Purgatory is also reduced by a few points.

"shoot"

Zhao Feng snorted, a lavender hair, dancing in the cold wind, ethereal and evil.

The voice fell.

The demigods and the priests tried their best to launch a counterattack.

That Purgatory big power can be vast, Zhao Feng can only sway the blood, briefly suppress the time, and the blood power consumption is huge.

"Humph"

The yin and yang kings sneered aloud, and in the yin and yang of the emptiness, there was a faint outline of a five-finger mountain, and the scorpion bombarded the half-god boy and the ghost corpse.

The ghost king and the witch king are not idle, stimulating the secret law and forming a repression again.

The demigods and the priests were beaten to collapse.

叮叮叮

Zhao Feng stood on the seal of the frozen mountain, and also suffered from the **** light and the green flying insects.

Thunder wing flash

Zhao Feng disappeared from the frozen mountain and avoided the attack range of the yin and yang canopy.

Apparently, he gave up the ice seal on the **** vortex.

唰

During the flight, in his left squat, there was a huge and violent will.

Zhao Feng's left-handed, a deep purple mist, like a hidden world of dreams.

"Be careful with Zhao Feng's blood and blood stasis"

Wen Luoan whispered, and suddenly tightened his mind.

"Endless Labyrinth"

Zhao Feng’s left-hander is fixed on the most powerful yin and yang king.

It is this king of the peak that suppresses one side of his own.

"Ok?"

The yin and yang kings were shocked by the body and mind, and were attracted by Zhao Feng’s purple purple left-handedness.

Suddenly, he changed his surroundings.

Everything in the field of vision is shrouded in a misty labyrinth.

"Humph"

The yin and yang kings sneered a little, the will is certain, and the illusory sight in front of them is like ice and snow.

Regardless of his artistic conception or his soul level, he is close to the virtual god.

"It is the head of the four kings of the dead. And the gray flames of the outer layer of the purgatory have the effect of isolating the soul. My blood stasis is weakened by three or four."

Zhao Feng is not unexpected.

He was just a tentative attack just now.

The purpose is to understand the purgatory array, how strong the isolation effect on blood stasis.

"60% is enough."

Zhao Feng nodded slightly.

At this time, Yin and Yang Wang easily cracked the single illusion of the "endless maze", and there was a sardonic coldness in the corner of his mouth.

But soon, he felt that something was wrong.

Zhao Feng’s attack was defeated, but there was no color, and there seemed to be a smile.

"Don't be careful -"

The yin and yang king exclaimed and finally thought of something.

In the field, he has the highest level of strength and can withstand the blood and blood of Zhao Feng.

But it doesn't mean that others can.

"spiritual stab"

In the left-handedness of Zhao Feng, he shot a huge spiritual spike of cold purple, and instantly penetrated the gray flame of the outer layer of the purgatory.

嗡噗

The gray flame seedlings, the great spiritual sword stabbing, weakened three or four.

puff

The remaining 60% of the power of the spirit of the thorns, just through the Wen Luoan who presided over the flag.

"what"

Wen Luo'an made a scream, the sting of the soul level, a hundred times stronger than the pain of the flesh.

Even the remaining 60% of the mental thorns almost penetrated their souls and almost let Wen Luoan faint.

The soul of Wen Luo'an is only close to the king.

The spiritual thorn, as the simplest and original soul attack, wins and loses with the strength of the soul.

The greater the soul gap between the two sides, the greater the damage.

Between Zhao Feng and Wen Luo'an, the soul gap is very big. Even if the mental thorn is weakened by the purgatory, the power is still overwhelming.

This mental thorn has smashed the heart of Wen Luo'an and brought fatal injuries.

"The junior is killed"

The yin and yang kings were furious, and the willpower of the king of the peaks rushed to Zhao Feng to stop the next round of attacks.

Simultaneously.

The Witch King and the Ghost King also increased their attack on Zhao Feng.

"Ha ha"

Zhao Feng smiled lightly, and the thunder wing flew behind him. He entered the ghost corpse and was attacked by the half-god and the corpse.

"Loan, how is your injury?"

The Witch King looked at Wen Luo'an with concern.

On the soul level of Wen Luo'an, he was attacked deadly and almost lost control of the flag.

The power of the Purgatory Array has clearly begun to decline.

at this time.

laugh

A dark silver dotted line, flashing away, accompanied by a chilly shadow edge.

"Be careful"

The Witch King’s heart jumped.

But her reminder is too late.

噗嗤

A strange dagger with a chilly shadow piercing the heart of Wen Luo'an.

"Well"

Wen Luo'an wants to struggle, but the body is a hemp, and immediately falls into the void of the sea.

Meow meow

The little thief cat in the hands of the shadow of the emperor blade, a wave of waves, a shadow blade cold front, through several dead guards near Wen Luoan.

"Ah, ah"

A few dead guards nearby, pierced by the shadow blade, the body is a stiff, vitality, was instantly wiped out.

"Loan"

"Three Highnesses"

"Leave the cat"

The three kings of the dead, and the guards of the dead, were shocked.

The Necromancer Purgatory was in a big battle, losing a host of cores, and the power was sharply reduced, and there were some flaws.

Meow meow

The little thief cat turned into a silver-gray dotted line, and went away and disappeared.

"Little thief cat... is good"

Zhao Feng here, a hundred corpses, the pressure is reduced by a few points.

As early as when the Necromancer Purgatory was arranged, Zhao Feng saw that Wen Luo'an was the weakness of the formation.

Among the four hosts, Wen Luo'an was the least powerful.

Zhao Feng first tried to attack the Yin and Yang Wang, but it was just a strategy of "sounding the East".

If you let the little thief cat attack the yin and yang king, the success rate is extremely low, and even risk his life.

Zhao Feng’s goal is Wen Luo’an, who is relatively weak.

just now.

This breakthrough, successfully opened.

The three kings of the dead spirit have not yet come over, and the next round of attacks has begun.

"Red bonfire"

Zhao Feng left the middle of the squad, and the amazing Philip Flames emerged.

A group of translucent red bonfires exudes a smoldering atmosphere, and at its core, there is a hint of thunder.

boom

That red fireworks, like a red storm, bombarded the "Witch King."

"Oh..."

The white body of the Witch King was wrapped in a translucent red bonfire, destroying the atmosphere of the disaster and raging.

Even if she was prepared, she was attacked by this violent attack and panicked.

嗡

The body of the Witch King, surrounded by a layer of white and smoky flames, was intertwined with the bombing of the bonfire.

however.

Her evil spirits are fireworks, and they are restrained by the thunderbolt and the destruction of the righteousness of the "red bonfire", which ignites black smoke and quickly dims.