Fantasy: Start with three thousand holy realms and create Yan Luo Hall!

“System, can the summoned characters hide their breath?” Feng Chen asked in a low voice.

The aura of the Three Thousand Saint Realm was too terrifying, and once it came, if it was not specially concealed, the entire Luo Tian Dao Sect would be suppressed.

Moreover, Feng Chen, for the time being, did not intend to expose the Three Thousand Saint Realm.

He planned to use these three thousand holy realms to establish an assassination organization and sweep the entire Nether assassination organization.

Through this assassination organization, let the Three Thousand Saint Realm investigate the Qi Luck people in the entire Nether, and then develop silently.

Wait for the time to ripen, before killing back to the Immortal Domain

“Yes!”

“By the way, how is the talent of these three thousand Saint Realms? Can I improve my cultivation in the future? ”

Talent and cultivation are important.

If there are any.

After these three thousand holy realms, there will be more than three thousand holy realms.

Could it be three thousand supreme, three thousand true immortals?

At that time, with three thousand true immortals in hand, didn’t they casually sweep the Feng family?

“Ding, according to the standards of this world, the three thousand holy realms are all Tianjiao, and the strongest ones are young supremes!”

“And they come with their own magic tools and magical powers, so there is no need for the host to worry about these!”

The system’s prompt sounds.

Feng Chen’s eyes lit up.

These things are there, which can help him save a lot of trouble, if the summoned characters do not have these, if Feng Chen allows these to exert their original strength, then he also needs to find magic weapons, magical powers.

Now, the characters come with them.

It can save him a lot of trouble.

“Summon!”

Feng Chen did not hesitate and whispered immediately.

“Ding, the character summoned by the host has appeared nearby, already hidden in the void!”

“Just outside?”

“Yes host!”

Hearsay.

Feng Chen got up and left the room.

Luo Tian Daozong respected them very much, gave Feng Chen a unique mountain range to live in, and in order not to disturb Feng Chen, he deliberately let the people around him leave.

In a square outside.

Feng Chen’s heart moved: “Come out!” ”

Suddenly time.

The void rippled, and one figure after another slowly walked out, like a legion, wearing the same black clothes, all black, wearing a strange black mask.

These masks resemble demons, which make people feel terrified at first sight.

But there are some differences between these masks.

The colors of the grain are different, most of them are black, some are silver, and a few are gold.

Could it be that these patterns are the difference between realms?

Black is the Sage, silver is the Sage King, Golden Great Sage!

A total of three thousand people, three or three thousand holy realms.

At this time.

All came out of the void, although they covered their breath, but with this black body, and the cold and emotionless eyes under the mask.

Invisibly, an unimaginable sense of oppression came, shocking the heavens and the earth.

“Son of God, these are!”

Then.

Aunt Xue rushed over and seemed to notice the abnormality around her, but when she arrived and saw the army of three thousand people in front of her, she was immediately startled.

Without exception, all of them are holy realms.

Even if the breath was suppressed, the holy realm of three thousand people gathered together, and it also brought extremely terrifying fluctuations.

“Aunt Xue, block the void!”

Hearing this, Aunt Xue suddenly woke up, waved her hands, as if to open the void, a mysterious power emanated, covering the entire void for several miles.

Like a layer of fog that cannot be seen, people outside cannot look at the signs here in the peak.

“Black March, I have seen the master!”

At the moment of the void blockade, the three thousand Saint Realms half-knelt on the ground, bowing their hands to the sealing dust, as if facing a monarch.

The sound was huge, like a roar of thunder, resounding through the surrounding void and shaking Aunt Xue’s eardrums.

It’s just that Aunt Xue was more shocked by what these people said.

Black March?

And why did they call the master of the Son of God, is it the means left by the head of the family during his lifetime?

Or did the Son of God make it himself?

Now Aunt Xue was hit unclear, her brain was chaotic, and she didn’t know what happened.

Three thousand Saint Realm armies suddenly appeared.

Let Aunt Xue be completely stunned.

“Black March?”

“The original name of this legion?”

Don’t say Aunt Xue, Feng Chen doesn’t know much about this black march, but it doesn’t matter, after the black march, it will belong to him.

It will be the first step in his counterattack against the Immortal Domain.

One day, he will kill back to the Immortal Domain and kill the Feng Han Vein!

“Son of God, these people are the power left by the head of the family during his lifetime?”

Aunt Xue hesitated and asked.

She is a dead soldier who seals the dust, specially used to protect the dust.

It’s just that when this legion of dead soldiers was protecting the dust, all of them died in battle, leaving only Aunt Xue.

Although she was only a dead man, Aunt Xue still knew some secrets of the Sealing Dust Vein, but she had never heard that there was a Saint Realm Legion in the Sealed Dust Vein!

“It’s not!”

Feng Chen slowly exhaled and revealed a smile: ‘Aunt Xue, you don’t have to worry about this, you just need to know that this is my power, and it will be my capital to kill back to the Immortal Domain in the future!’ ’

“It won’t take long, I will kill back the Immortal Domain and take back everything I have!”

When he said this, he swallowed the stars and rivers, like an knight, sweeping across the heavens and realms!

Seeing Feng Chen’s confident appearance, Aunt Xue seemed to see a peerless immortal king slowly rising.

She then knelt down and said respectfully, “I believe in the Son of God!” ”

“I believe in the Son of God!”

Almost simultaneously.

The Three Thousand Saint Realms said almost in unison.

The mighty sound converged into a river, shaking the void!