I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

Zulong Zhi snorted, but did not refute.

"If we run away now, we may be able to escape happily for a while, but in the end, we will inevitably die."

Everyone's hearts sank slightly.

It was at this moment that the smile on Feng Xia's face became extremely intense: "But if we look at it from another angle, if we don't run away, then what is placed in front of us is just an ordinary God Lord."

Putting aside a series of weird and difficult characteristics, the Lord of Gray Mist is just a god-lord in terms of cultivation and magic power.

The God Lord is indeed powerful, but their group may not be incapable of fighting!

"Brother Xia, what do you mean-"

Lu Tiancheng's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Under everyone's gaze, Feng Xia smiled and raised his hand, making a fierce stroke in front of his neck.

"kill him."

Everyone's heart trembled.

I am afraid that only Feng Xia can think of such a bold idea, and only Feng Xia can say such a shocking speech!

"Boy, even if that guy's magic power is only equivalent to the realm of the God Lord, but with his near-immortality and the power to corrode people's hearts, you can possibly handle it?"

Zulong, who had been silent and rarely spoke, suddenly said: "In fact, these two powers are the most terrifying thing about him."

Feng Xia smiled: "I understand."

Zu Long said in a deep voice: "Now that you understand, do you still plan to take action?"

"There is always something to do in this person's life." Feng Xia answered word for word.

Zu Long stared at his eyes for a long time, and suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Boy, I can help you, but until the day comes, you must return to the burial ground to truly revive me!"

"Dare you disobey your orders?"

Feng Xia laughed loudly and looked at everyone: "Everyone, are you willing to fight side by side again?"

Everyone said in unison: "Dare you disobey your orders?"

The figure condensed in the gray mist walked through the layers of Origin Pavilion as if traveling through a grand scene.

He saw the corpse of Emperor You and the remains of the Supreme Demonic Dragon Emperor. However, the corpses of the two great emperors could not cause much fluctuation in him.

Finally, He arrived at the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion.

In the study room with bright and clean windows, bright sunlight shines down, making the room bright and clear.

However, it could not illuminate the figure made of gray mist.

He is still like a shadow, gathering the dark sides of everyone in the soul. Even the blazing sun cannot illuminate His figure!

He is the Lord of Gray Fog, Yingdao Yi.

He is not human.

"It's really here!"

Only when he saw that picture scroll, did the Lord of Gray Mist's voice contain a hint of surprise.

"Haha, the largest fragment of the imperial court is indeed sealed here!"

The God Burial King is one of the elders of the Kingdom of God, and it is almost impossible to suspect anyone who has a question about his identity.

Facts have proved this.

Until the turmoil occurred, the God Buried King was not suspected, and all the secrets in the Origin Pavilion were known to him.

"Haha, although the sudden death of the God-Buried King has disrupted my arrangements, what I don't lack most is patience."

The Lord of Gray Mist's eyes were fixed on the scroll motionlessly.

His footsteps moved slowly, pacing around the scroll, watching the stars in the scroll constantly changing into various forms.

"Time is just a problem for you miserable congenital beings, but it has never been our problem."

The Lord of Gray Mist smiled hoarsely: "Where has the Kingdom of God gone that was prosperous back then?"

"The innate gods were massacred back then, but in the end, the innate gods are still there, but you turned into dust."

"The secret that you have worked so hard to hide, the largest fragment of the imperial court, the ancestral land where the Kingdom of God originated... still falls into my hands?"

He suddenly stopped and came to the window edge of the eighth floor, opening his arms as if embracing a bright future.

"Now that things have happened, who else do you have?"

"Who else can stop me? Stop our actions?"

"Is it your great Majesty? Or is it the Imperial Master Xiao Weiming? If they are still here and can still do it, they can come and stop me——"

Boom——! !

At this moment, the void on the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion was broken open, and a ferocious dragon-headed giant ship sailed into the eighth floor and ran over the Lord of Gray Mist!

The space on the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion fell apart in an instant, like broken glazed tiles, falling continuously!

Caught off guard, the figure made of gray mist was shattered by the impact.

"In response, get out and die!"

On the bow of the dragon boat, a murderous figure shouted angrily.

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Chapter 0982

Compared with the previous seven floors, the space on the eighth floor of Origin Pavilion is not vast.

If it weren't for the two emperor corpses here and the Hun Tian Tu that sealed the imperial court, no matter who came here, they would think it was just an ordinary study.

When Feng Xia drove the dragon boat to forcefully break into the eighth floor, the huge size of the dragon boat, which was comparable to a nebula, immediately shattered the eighth floor space.

Feng Xia had planned this collision for a long time and used all his strength!

Boom——

Amidst the roar, the gray mist figure exploded on the spot.

More turbulent spatial currents are coming from all directions, wiping out wisps of dissipating gray mist!

"In response, get out and die!"

On the bow of the dragon boat, Feng Xia's eyes widened angrily, the third eye between his eyebrows opened, and the candle illuminated the shattered space.

After a long time, he frowned a little: "Gone?"

The space is extremely chaotic and intertwined, but it cannot stop Feng Xia's perception.

But when he scanned every inch of space, he couldn't find any trace of the Lord of Gray Mist!

"Gone?"

The other people on the dragon boat immediately used their senses to search, but in the end they found nothing.

In the vast turbulence of space, only the two emperor corpses were as stable as Mount Tai.

In addition, only the scroll that sealed Xuanyuan's world burst out with a faint light, floating and sinking like an unshakable rock in the wild waves.

Chang Xi was the most outspoken and said without thinking: "Xia Lang, could it be that you hit him too hard and knocked him out?"

Lu Tiancheng also nodded thoughtfully.

"Although Zu Long did not do it himself, the collision of the dragon ship is still no small matter. Could it be that Brother Xia, your violent collision directly sent the Lord of Gray Mist to enlightenment?"

"The Lord of Gray Mist is so easy to kill, how can he live from ancient times to today?"

Feng Xia's breathing became more serious.

His qi and blood were constantly boiling, surging like lead and mercury pouring, pushing his lifelong strength to an unprecedented peak.

Not only that, in the palm of Feng Xia's hand, there are great magical powers that are contained but not released, rippling with deadly and magnificent colors, just waiting for the decisive moment to arrive!

However, there was still silence in all directions.

"Is it really wrong to be... wrong by me?"

Feng Xia frowned, then was horrified, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, keep your mind close, don't let anyone take advantage of you!"

"late."

With a loud laugh, wisps of gray mist appeared between everyone's eyes, ears, mouths and noses!

Yu Hui, who was the weakest in cultivation, had a fierce light in his eyes.

Even though they are twin moon sisters, there is still gray mist growing in their eyes. The mist floats out and reunites into a beautiful figure.

"Your attack is against me——"

Boom——

The dragon boat shuttled through space in an instant, ran over the gray mist figure, and smashed it into pieces for the second time!

"Ying Daoyi, you talk a lot of bullshit."

Feng Xia sneered, raised his hand and grabbed a green lotus from the sky, and dropped it to everyone.