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It is very different from the appearance of the goddess once, one is a child and the other is a strong man.

At the same time, the phantom changed into a three-headed and six-armed form, with four arms extending from the armpit. From a baby-sized arm to a few breaths, it grew into a hercules-like arm with muscles.

Ye Feng almost thought that he was seeing a phantom. He didn't expect that a statue could be like a demon god and become a three-headed, six-arm demon form.

The four arms of Illusory God are several times more powerful than the original pair of arms, which inspires countless giant seals of the blood of Heaven's Evil. In each wisp of blood, there are countless blood energies, like a surging blood wave.

This sky-long handprint is true and false, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The bloody handprints contain magic runes, and the entire space was filled in a blink of an eye, and exploded in the air, and the space almost collapsed.

Shock waves, like a tsunami, roared, and the Long Sword was torn apart.

Ye Feng was secretly surprised. Not only is Illusory God good at illusion, but his real attacking power is also so powerful. In the realm of Illusion, this hall provides endless vitality to him.

Wanjian Longlong is composed of more than 19,000 flying swords, all of which were collected by Ling Yuanzi for tens of thousands of years. Each sword is extremely sharp and powerful when taken out individually.

This more than 10,000 flying swords not only aggregated all the sword intentions, but also merged a sword array. The power of these swords is more than several times the combined power of these swords.

However, the realm of illusion played by the illusion god took absolute advantage. In a flash, the Sword Dragon was smashed by the blood fingerprint of the illusion god. Even Ye Feng’s consciousness was shaken, but he got the celestial consciousness. Replenishing the power and moistening, Ye Feng's powerful consciousness was not injured.

Ye Feng expanded his consciousness and regained control of the flying sword he was flying.

Seeing Ye Feng busy gathering the scattered flying swords, the illusion sneered with pride, and took dozens of big fingerprints in the sky.

In this blood fingerprint, not only is there horrible blood evil energy, but also contains the law of thunder system.

In each blood fingerprint, there was a faint sound of thunder, and there were constant flashes of light from the large fingerprint.

The power of the blood fingerprint of the Magic God is terrifying. Just before the breath of thunder and lightning has been released, Ye Feng Wanjian Long Dragon has broken, and now, the power of the big fingerprint is even more powerful.

The fairy princess king and the three guardians around the law, they look firm, vowed to protect Ye Feng.

The three of them seemed to be off the arrow of the string, and rushed towards the phantom god, and they penetrated many blood fingerprints. They were about to hit the phantom god, but in the anger of the phantom god, they were blown away by a thick thunderbolt.

There was a trace of charred on the arm of the fairy princess, and there were a few strands of blood in the scorch. It was shocking that the gas of blood in this scorch was the nemesis of the fairy. After the fairy puppet king they self-healing.

Xianyang Wang's wound was about to heal, and it turned into scorched earth again.

He had to use an elixir on his body as a last resort. This elixir came from Immortal Realm and had a powerful healing effect on Xianyang Wang’s injury. Even so, the wound healed very slowly.

The left and right guards were not struck by lightning, but were hit by the powerful impact of them, fell to the ground, and knocked the ground out of the dents.

Their sturdy iron-hard body actually showed cracks, which shows that the power of the Blood Seal on this day is so strong.

Ye Feng's brows are slightly wrinkled, and the power of the phantom god exceeds that of the ninth-level demon emperor. Even the combined power of the three fairy puppets is not his opponent, and the imaginary realm he has continuously provides the energy he needs.

Ye Feng's Wanjian Long Dragon reunited to form a powerful dragon shadow. Unlike last time, Ye Feng infused a blaze of purple fire into it, and Wan Jianlong Dragon turned into a purple dragon shadow.

Each fairy sword converged its own brilliance, spurting a burning purple flame.

A large amount of Lieyang Zihuo was extracted, and the Lieyang Zihuo behind the infant was suddenly changed from a wheel to a slender arm.

The phantom god saw Ye Feng once again condensing the Long Sword Dragon, the face of the baby's head flashed with contempt, and his tongue was sticking out: "Bah, this trick is already useless to the original god, and it's useless to show it again."

The strong man's head laughed wildly: "Dragon worm trick, don't say you have more than ten thousand swords, even one hundred thousand swords are not opponents of the god."

However, there was a trace of inexplicable anxiety and worry in the mind of Illusory God, feeling that this Wanjian Long, which had just been defeated by himself, had some changes.

A purple flame erupted from that stalk of thorns, a fiery and powerful energy rushed face to face.

He stared in disbelief at the ever-changing Longsword Dragon. The breath of this Stegosaurus became stronger and stronger. This flame made him feel a little frightened.

The beautiful woman in his head waved with a smile: "Yo, actually it will also breathe fire, it is useless, and no matter how it is fired, it will not be the opponent of the god."

Injecting more than ten thousand swords into Lieyang Zihuo consumes a lot of consciousness. Not only does Lieyang Zihuo's magic ring become smaller, Ye Feng's consciousness and Taiko divine element all weaken to varying degrees, and the body has a kind of emptying a feeling of.

Ye Feng squeezed the sword tactics in his hand, an angry look flashed in his eyes, an anger rushed to the Xiaohan, the archaic wars of the Archaic Divine Race, full of chests, and the almost dry god, suddenly a powerful archaic god.

The Archaic Divine Mystery War is Ye Feng’s broken arm from the Ice King. This ancient and powerful mystery can only be performed by the Archaic Divine.

Ye Feng suddenly felt that the body was filled with surging ancient primordial primordial elements, and the body's meridians swelled.

"You have mysteries, and I also have mysteries. Don’t think how strong your secret spell is, and don’t think you’re pretending to be a ghost and pretending to be a god. It’s amazing. I’m the real god. We are hundreds of ancient gods. Ten thousand years ago, when the universe was opened, it was the strongest god in the universe. You hypocrisy, go to die."

The three heads of Illusionary God changed their faces in all directions. He felt a kind of power that surpassed himself. He was erupting from Ye Feng's body. That kind of power was solemn, powerful, and with strong coercion.

This power is the real power of God.

"Your kid is an archaic protoss? But it's just a demigod, and the real god is the real god."

The demon disciples are fighting all kinds of ghosts surrounded by them. Each of these ghosts has the power of the eighth-order demon king and is powerful.

At this time, the demon disciples who were in the hall of magic hall were all inherited by demon blood, and the blood vessels of their whole bodies were stimulated to fight these ancient ghosts.

Facing the endless stream of thousands of enemies, their blood power was almost exhausted.

They dragged their exhausted bodies and fought continuously, and their emotions were low. In particular, when Ye Feng was helpless by the symbol of their hearts, their self-confidence was about to collapse.