Martial God of Myriad Realms

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If the physical strength of a pattern of true saintness is a piece of rotten wood.

The physical body of Cheng Feng is a steel ingot that has been refined!

The two are simply incomparable, and powerful to an outrageous degree.

Even the sword demon felt that if he did not use the will of Kendo, he would only use the Holy Power to attack Cheng Feng.

It was almost itching in the boots, and it was not a threat to Cheng Feng!

"Haha ~~~"

Cheng Feng laughed: "Yes, I practiced a martial arts training, physical strength and recovery speed have reached a very high level."

"With the help of my physical strength, I survived the invasion of the dark wind."

"Behind the scenes, when I manually killed me, I fled!"

"Okay!"

The sword demon was shocked and praised again and again: "You kid did not let me down."

"It seems that this choice is a wise choice to work with you."

"Yes, what about that black hand behind the scenes?"

After being astonished, the sword demon's face shot deadly: "This time, I will give thanks to that man, although I will raise my Kendo will to a new height.

"But the pain I endured was only seen in my life."

"Several times I thought about suicide, but I finally put up with it."

"Now I'm out of sleep, I want to make that messy piece taste this!"

"Sword demon, the black hand behind the scenes is dead."

Cheng Feng said: "That guy's name is Qianming, but the abbot of Qianming Temple."

"According to the other party, he is also a disciple of the monk king of the ten ancient temples in Nanyu."

"Stolen the map of Zhongbao Heifeng in the Suspension Temple and wanted to stand on his own!"

"The dark sun disaster we experienced is a map of the dark sun disaster."

"Abbot of Qianming Temple? Map of the dark wind disaster?"

The sword demon frowned, looking at a pair of ink drawings held by Cheng Feng: "Is this picture the rumored dark sun disaster map?"

"Good."

Cheng Feng nodded: "This picture can be regarded as a treasure. If used properly, half-sacred saints who have achieved perfection will suffer."

"Good guy!"

There was a hint of envy in the sword demon's eyes: "Not only did you not die this time, but you gained two benefits."

"Especially this dark sun disaster map is a super hole card."

"It's hard to say."

Cheng Feng shook his head: "This picture is the treasure of the Suspended Temple. It is said that it was painted by the monk of the previous generation."

"Once the news spreads, it's unknown whether it's a blessing or a curse!"

Having said that, Cheng Feng will not abandon this picture.

Even if the suspension temple came to ask for it, Cheng Feng would not give in.

"Hanging Temple, this is indeed a trouble."

Hearing this, the sword demon also had some toothaches: "In this way, you have already offended two of the top ten ancient temples in the south.

"I hope that before we leave Nanyu, we will try to offend all ten ancient temples!"

"Khekeke ~~~"

Cheng Feng was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "I work hard, maybe there is such a possibility."

After chatting for a while, Cheng Feng looked completely.

The old monk's remarks were told to the sword demon again.

"Farm theory?"

The sword demon brow raised: "Cheng Feng, from my many years of experience, that old monk's words should be true."

In fact, the sword demon felt something wrong long ago.

The reason why he and other people desperately wanted to leave Tiancang Holy Prison was that he felt danger in his heart.

Feeling like to stay in the heavenly holy prison, there will be no place for burial!

"Is the rumor true?"

Cheng Feng's heart tightened, and he bit his teeth, "What the **** is that **** clumsy, so so mad?"

"The arrest of the prisoner came in and was raised like a pig and a dog until he was fattened and slaughtered?"

"Cheng Feng, the people in Tiancang Holy Prison, most of them are not prisoners."

The sword devil said: "Many people are put in prisoners' hats and forced in!"

"For anyone behind the scenes, it doesn't make sense for us to commit a crime."

"As long as you grow fat, you can provide them with income!"

"Miscellaneous bitch!"

At this moment, Cheng Feng was really angry.

Although he entered the heavenly holy prison, it was voluntary.

But being raised as a pig and dog is hard to accept.

Cheng Feng is no exception!

"Cheng Feng, what are you going to do?"

Sword demon looked towards Cheng Feng: "Would you like to let the existence of the demon demon coffin out, or let it be slaughtered?"

"Yes, of course!"

Cheng Feng's voice was cold: "Release the existence of the demon demon coffin, the people in Tiancang Holy Prison may still have a hint of vitality."

"Don't let go, everyone will only become pigs and sheep slaughtered by others!"

"But before I release it, I need to talk to the existence of the demon monster coffin."

"At the same time, paving the way for us."

"Pave the way?"

The sword demon's brow raised, "Cheng Feng, are you just filling the blood prison secret?

"Ok."

Cheng Feng nodded: "Once I release the existence of the demon demon coffin, it will become the target of public criticism."

"Not only will the Legion of Guardians kill me, I am afraid the Warden of Heaven Cang will also kill me!"

"If you don't prepare, you will definitely die!"

"Well said."

The sword demon took it seriously, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Choose a crowded place and start a massacre?"

"This kind of plan will not appear in my plan."

Cheng Feng said: "OK, let's stop thinking about it."

"Just after a **** battle, we adjusted each one to recover the injuries and restore to the peak."

"Hope you have a concrete plan."

When the sword demon saw Cheng Feng, he didn't want to talk about it, and didn't try to force it.

After glancing at Cheng Feng, he came to the corner of the Blood Flame Mountain and began to adjust his breath and recover his injuries.

As for Cheng Feng, the map of the dark wind disaster was put away.

"Hey, can you talk?"

Cheng Feng shouted, looking at the coffin of the gods and monsters that were against the defensive light wall of Fu Mo Zhen.

"let me out!"

"Otherwise, die!"

A voice was heard in the coffin of the demon demon, revealing the intention of killing.

"I can let you out."

Cheng Feng said: "But you need to promise me a few conditions."

"Dare you talk to me about the conditions?"

"Dead! Dead !!!"

However, the existence of the demon demon coffin is very strong, and he does not discuss with Cheng Feng at all.

Perhaps in his opinion, Cheng Feng was just a small ant who could crush himself to death.

It is ridiculous that an ant wants to talk to himself about the conditions!

"It really doesn't work!"

Cheng Feng shook his head and smiled, and had already expected the result: "It seems that I need to prepare one or two, so that you do not want to agree, you must agree!"

After speaking, Cheng Feng left Fu Mo Zhen.

Cross your knees on a stone and start to meditate.

After thinking about about half an hour, Cheng Feng's eyes flashed, and his heart seemed to have a decision.

"Slayer, how's your situation?"

Cheng Feng suddenly took out the Devil Sword and asked softly.

I saw the Devil Sword at this time, and it was constantly deforming. The original indestructible blade seemed to have become liquid, giving a chilling taste!