God-level Base

An incomparably huge source of energy was poured into the crystal pillar, and the lines of cloud and mist seemed to come alive.

Shu Feng's consciousness sank into the crystal pillar, as if incarnated into Ling Zhaokong, and began to comprehend the true meaning of the cloud step by step according to the growth process of Ling Zhaokong.

This time, Shu Feng's intelligence of up to 4000 points finally showed strength, and finally began to absorb and fuse the true meaning of that slight cloud.

The Flame Desert of the Xuanwu Realm is an inaccessible Jedi. Within a thousand miles of this desert, there will be no rain all year round, and almost no creatures can survive in this desert.

A beautiful woman in black walked like a ghost in this desert. Every time she took a step, she appeared a hundred miles away like a teleportation.

A few steps away, the stunning beauty in black appeared in the middle of the flame desert.

The stunning beauty in black said lightly, "Gu Wu!! Found you!!"

"Princess Dark, I escaped for 100,000 years, but I was finally found by you. Can't you open one eye, close one eye, and let me live?"

In the flaming desert, countless sands rolled up, forming a giant face with a diameter of 1,000 meters, staring at the dark lady who used to walk with Shu Feng all the way.

The dark princess said lightly: "You stole the treasure of the father, and the father is furious! Send our sisters to come after you. After 100,000 years, I finally found you. Gu Wu, if you are ready, I will spare you. Immortal, take you back and let the father go."

"Capture without hand? If I capture without hand, then there is only one way to die!! If it falls into the hands of His Majesty, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive or die!!"

"Princess Dark, since you don't want to let me go! Then you should die!"

From the flame desert, there was a terrifying aura that seemed to destroy the world.

The flaming desert with a diameter of thousands of miles rolled up and down, and the entire desert quickly gathered, condensed into a terrifying sand sword, and slashed towards the dark princess frantically.

A cold light flashed in Princess Dark's beautiful eyes, and a set of black armor with countless mysterious spells appeared on her body, holding a black magic sword and slashing.

A black sword light ripped apart the void and slashed towards the divine sword of sand constructed from a thousand miles of desert.

Boom! ! Boom! ! Boom!

An earth-shattering terrifying bang erupted,

Spread out in all directions.

Within a thousand miles of the flame desert, the ground cracked and magma spurted out.

Thousands of miles away in the flaming desert, a terrifying storm broke out, and earthquakes were repeated everywhere, like a natural disaster, spreading to the whole world.

On the top of the first city in the Xuanwu world and the city of Xiancheng, a man with white beard and hair, only 1.6 meters tall, wrinkled face, with age spots on his face, as if he may die at any time, an extremely old old man He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the flame desert. His eyes were bright, and there was a trace of solemnity: "God-level powerhouse!! How dare they come to the Xuanwu world?"

"No, this power!! They are only the powerhouses above the gods!! It's terrifying!! I don't even have the slightest chance of winning!! There are such terrifying monsters hidden in the Xuanwu world!!"

The old man looked in the direction of the Flame Desert, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes. It was the first time that he felt that there was an existence that he could not match in the Xuanwu world since he settled in Zhanxiancheng.

This very old man, who seems to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind, is Wei Tuxian, the city lord of Zhanxian City, who is the first in the world to suppress demons.

"Master, what happened?"

An old man with gray hair and a tall stature in a Tsing Yi walked over and asked. The old man in Tsing Yi was Anyang, the third direct disciple of Wei Tuxian.

Wei Tuxian had received a total of ten direct disciples. In the past hundred years, seven of his ten direct disciples betrayed and died in battle. Only the third direct disciple An Yang, the eighth direct disciple Zhao Tiannan, and the tenth direct disciple Wei Feng remained.

Anyang and Zhao Tiannan are already strong in the Martial Saint Realm, and Wei Feng, the tenth direct disciple, is also a strong master at the level of a grand master.

Wei Tuxian said slowly: "There are gods and demons fighting in the flaming desert!"

Anyang was shocked and lost his voice: "What? How dare they enter the Xuanwu world? Aren't you afraid of falling here?"

Anyang had also experienced the holy war on the False Demon battlefield in the Xuanwu world. When attacking the False Demon Heavenly Pillar, the terrifying combat power displayed by the Grand Duke of the False Demon made him fresh in his memory, and he was still extremely terrified.

At that time, the Martial Saints of the major forces in the Xuanwu world were easily crushed to death by the hands of the Grand Duke of Void Demon, like ants. Even the top ten powerhouses in the world are not the opponents of those illusory grand dukes.

Those demon-level powerhouses are even more terrifying existences above the Grand Duke of Void Demon. Those arrogant and arrogant phantom princes are all subordinates of god-level phantom lords, and their strength is not comparable to those of god-level phantom lords.

If those god-level virtual demon kings forcibly enter the Xuanwu world, they will also be extremely terrifyingly suppressed and weakened, and they may even be surrounded and killed by the martial saints in the Xuanwu world.

It is precisely because of this that the god-level virtual demon kings will not easily come to such small worlds as the Xuanwu world and the Blue Star.

"Anyang, I'm going to leave Zhanxian City for a while. If the Void Demon clan is attacking in a big way, you can take people to evacuate!"

Wei Tuxian left a light sentence, stepped out, and left the Zhanxian City that he had guarded for a hundred years.

"Yes! Master!"

Anyang looked at Wei Tuxian's disappearing back, a complex color flashed in his eyes, as if he had lost his backbone, and felt panic in his heart.

As the main road to guard the virtual demon battlefield and Xuanwu world, Zhanxiancheng has not broken out large-scale wars in these decades. All this is because Wei Tuxian, the No. 1 in the world, is guarding here.

Although Anyang is also a strong martial artist, his strength is extremely tyrannical. However, he did not have the confidence to defend this Battle Immortal City.

The Holy Land of the Stars of the Song Dynasty, the top of a Lingshan Mountain.

"That is the powerhouse of the gods and demons fighting!"

A middle-aged man wearing a star robe, with long black hair, a beautiful appearance, and an elegant temperament, quietly looked in the direction of the flame desert with his hands on his back, and a dignified color flashed in his eyes.

This middle-aged man is the eighth Lord of the Stars in the world.

In the Xuanwu realm, Wusheng is actually divided into three realms, namely the induction realm, the celestial state of mind, and the celestial image realm.