King of Gods

That explosion of the sky, like an earthquake and natural disaster, thousands of miles away, can feel the faint sway.

"boom--"

Looking from afar, the core area of ​​the explosion, like a group of **** Jinyang's self-destruction, glaring blood and golden light, raging hundreds of miles.

The core area of ​​self-destruction faintly radiates an atmosphere of ancient taboos.

The power of this time's self-destruction is even more than twice as strong as in the past.

To know.

The last time he blew himself up, his powers wiped out a dead king.

This time, Wen Luo'an is a "complete state" of self-destruction, not a mystery.

Because, along with his self-destruction, there is the blood power of the Taikoo Manchu list, even its soul.

This shows how terrible this might be.

Even the general emperor can't retreat.

Boom

A thousand miles, covered in a dust.

The entire micro-small domain, its environmental climate, has been affected.

This mountain micro-domain is similar to the eight-barren mountain, and its living space is roughly equivalent to that of the 13 countries of Hengyun.

The strongest person in this field is just a respectable Lord of the Great Dan.

These self-destructive forces, the horror of the atmosphere, let some of the Dan Yuanyuan's supreme existence in this domain, one by one.

The dust that has covered thousands of miles has not dissipated for a long time.

"Zhao...peak..."

At the core of the explosion, the gorge that was razed to the ground came with a chilling sound.

The voice, low and dumb, is as cold as it came from the nine secluded hell.

I saw it.

A dead figure wearing a dark gold crown stands in the same place, with a wide black robe, moving with the wind.

The death emperor stood in the same place, and it looked unscathed.

however.

His face is a gloomy, a pair of innocent eyes, shrinking.

Within the field of view.

In the entire canyon range, in addition to the death of the emperor, several dead guards, even the bodies were smouldering.

The land where the death emperor stood, seems to have an invisible field, and even the land under his feet has not left any obvious traces.

Such a terrible strength is enough to stun the emperors of the spiritual sanctuary.

"White...Bai Lin"

Death Emperor, suddenly thought of something, his face changed.

If the girl is white, and it is within a few hundred miles, it will definitely die.

She does not have the strength and viability of a dead guard.

The death of the three disciples, Wen Luo'an, has brought great shame to the death emperor.

It is a ridicule and insult to watch the disciples who have been cultivating for many years and blew themselves in front of their own eyes, but they have no time to stop them.

And all this is the lead of Zhao Feng.

However, if the "white girl" who has the fate of fate is also dying in self-destruction, the loss will be heavy.

Read it here.

The death emperor snorted and his style was even worse.

The self-explosion just now, although it did not bring him direct harm, but with a weak body, forcibly stimulating secret techniques and defending, it is also subject to certain counterattacks.

This is undoubtedly worse for the death emperor who needs to recuperate.

"Bai Lin"

The Emperor of Death forced the minds of the gods to cover thousands of miles.

"Teacher...Master"

A sly voice came from a distant sky.

Looking up, the little girl, white, pale, stunned, falling down.

"It’s good to die."

The death emperor did not let Changsong breathe.

The little girl in the day, who is worthy of possession of "the fate of destiny", has a keen sense of the fierce crisis.

Before the Wen Luo'an blew, the little girl of the white “ "just happened" to go out to play.

Luck is also part of the fate.

For the white girl who has the "destiny of fate", she even has the ability to capture the "destiny".

"Zhao Feng... I am afraid this is your real purpose."

The death emperor has a pair of innocent scorpions, pointing to the direction of the pirate holy land.

The corner of his mouth whipped up a cold.

As long as the fate is still on his side, the death emperor will have a great chance of winning.

"Three brothers... I want to avenge you."

In the eyes of the white-haired girl, there is a rare feeling of hatred.

The time when Wen’s brother accompanied her was as if it was vivid. The young man who has been smiling brightly and is caring for her, is lingering in her mind.

On the face of the white girl, there are gradually serious and serious expressions.

"Bai Lin, your prediction, how is progress?"

The death emperor asked.

This fateful girl has always been careless and rarely sees her seriously.

"The clues and information are gradually increasing. I will be able to capture his life."

The white girl holds the brush and bites her lip.

With Zhao Feng’s escape route, fighting with the Necromancer, the amount of information exposed is increasing.

Endless void sea, the other end of the distance.

嗖

The ghost ship sailed in one direction at a steady high speed.

Captain's interior.

"unfortunately……"

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, revealing a trace of regret.

A moment after Wen Luo'an blew himself, Zhao Feng also got a vague picture through his heart.

The power of the death emperor is beyond imagination.

And in the scope of self-explosion, there is no breath of the girl.

However, Wen Luo'an's self-destruction is the first real counterattack after Zhao Feng faces death and killing.

In the past.

Zhao Feng faces death and chase, all passive escape, or a battle against the water.

And this time.

Zhao Feng not only created the right arm of the death emperor, but also directly countered the death of the emperor.

"The lord, change the route slightly."

Zhao Feng suddenly spoke.

The owner of the fate of the fate brought him a warning.

He can no longer travel straight along the straight line to the Sanctuary.

Next.

Zhao Feng asked the lord to change the route in the middle.

The end point is unchanged, but the process route changes irregularly.

Zhao Feng took this kind of initiative with an intuition.

"Master, according to the new route, the distance is a little farther, it takes another year to arrive at Tianshengqin Palace.

The main hall.

"that's it."

Zhao Feng nodded.

In the next year, he will concentrate on retreat.

Zhao Feng closed his throat and began to retreat.

nowadays.

In addition to the amount of real yuan, Zhao Feng is stronger than the general virtual king.

In order to speed up the accumulation of real yuan, Zhao Feng sorted out some of the spoils in the ancient iron ring.

Actually.

After the opportunity of the secret of the secret, Zhao Feng’s capital at hand was basically exhausted.

Some of his remaining resources were plundered.

But at this level, the resources that can promote Zhao Feng's cultivation are becoming less and less.

Two months have passed.

Zhao Feng finished the remaining Longyan wine and electric cloud wine, but the effect was not significant.

After all, Zhao Feng’s annihilation of the true yuan has reached the strength of the king and is slightly better than the ordinary virtual state.

"The last half of the cup of magical wine is left."

A purple crystal cup appeared in Zhao Feng's palm.

咕噜

The last half of the cup of magical wine, Zhao Feng all drank.

After several months of tempering and killing, Zhao Feng’s artistic conception has been completely stabilized;

After drinking the magical spirits, a strong sense of wine enveloped Zhao Feng’s soul consciousness.

Essentially.

The power of the magical spirit is absorbed by the soul, and the drunkenness directly affects the soul consciousness.

quickly.

Zhao Feng’s mind and consciousness entered a mysterious and mysterious realm.

Short-term interest.

Zhao Feng’s spiritual conception has a sense of sublimation and a sense of fit with the universe of heaven and earth.

Of course, the improvement of this artistic conception is temporary and short-lived.

Zhao Feng seized the time and concentrated on entering the state of perception.

After the ten interest.

The drunkenness, from the highest peak, retreats a little.

After half a tea kungfu.

Zhao Feng’s spiritual consciousness was completely restored, and he shook his head and sighed.

To reach his current level of realm, the effect of the magical wine is far less intense than the first time, and the effect is relatively small.

Just now, the sentiment of Zhao Feng’s spirit is only a slight improvement.

but.

In the spirit of artistic conception, in the process of approaching the perfection of the virtual god, even if it is a slight improvement, it is very rare.

"My feelings about the world of heaven and earth should be more than most of the kings."

Zhao Feng nodded slightly.

I want to come, only the great emperor with a virtual sacred vision can suppress Zhao Feng in the artistic conception.

After the artistic conception is upgraded, Zhao Feng’s cultivation speed will increase accordingly.

In the next month or two, Zhao Feng’s cultivation was steadily improving.

It is a pity that there are fewer and fewer resources on hand to promote advanced cultivation.

In the fourth month of leaving the pirate king holy land.

Zhao Feng’s true yuan reserves have reached the peak limit of Dan Yuanjing.

After a period of time, Zhao Feng is always possible, completely breaking through to the virtual state.

"The promotion of the king, although I can not let my strength, there is a qualitative leap, but my cultivation is the foundation, will be greatly deepened, no longer cumbersome ..."

Zhao Feng whispered.

True element strength, soul level, spiritual conception, in any aspect, Zhao Feng has reached the level of virtual reality

The only thing he lacks is the amount of real yuan.

Previously, with the king's level of war, Zhao Feng must be quick and quick. Once the time is too long, it will be bad.

Captain's interior.

Zhao Feng is completely stepping into the virtual state of God, only half a film.

And the resources he used on his hand were basically exhausted.

This day.

Zhao Feng closed his eyes and realized the invisible vortex into the center of the purple soul sea.

唰

Zhao Feng once again stepped into this ancient and primitive land.

Up to now, the resilience of dreams to Zhao Feng is getting smaller and smaller.

Especially after the integration of the blood of the "Xuanbing Squad" of the Taikoo Manchus, this repulsive force plummeted.

In this way, Zhao Feng’s ability to play in the dream of Taikoo is even stronger.

嗒嗒嗒嗒

Zhao Feng walked quickly and stepped on the grass, pushing the woods in front.

After a while.

rub

Zhao Feng jumped into the woods.

In the woods, there are many indigenous beasts that dream of the Taikoo.

Zhao Feng opened the eyes of the gods and avoided some large beasts in advance.

At this stage, the flesh and blood of the beasts, or the spring water, is of little help to Zhao Feng.

He wants to explore new resources

After entering the woods, Zhao Feng's speed slowed down slightly.

During this period, Zhao Feng encountered a dark poisonous snake, a leopard, and solved it with no danger.

Explore for a long time.

Zhao Feng wished to pay for it and saw a towering tree with fruits.

Perhaps it is the climate relationship. In the whole forest, the rest of the trees have no long fruits, and even the leaves are somewhat yellow.

Only this towering tree, the atmosphere is unusual, with dozens of bright yellow and red fruits.

But near the big tree, there is a dead silence, and there is a feeling of depression and uneasiness.