King of Gods

In the air.

The white beard is transformed into a sword, and Guanghua begins to be restrained. The surface is full of clear and radiant crystals, and the omni-directional light of the kendo is constantly flowing.

"Little Juggernaut"

The smile of the white beard is still the same, his body flesh and blood, gradually faded and tends to be transparent.

The smile on his face was a bit detached and clouded, first sweeping through the Tianjian Pavilion, and then passing through the people in the melting building.

some of.

The white beard's gaze fell on Zhao Feng and nodded in good faith.

"His sacred ethics, beyond self, also completely abandon the bearing of the material of life..."

Zhao Feng can't help but awe.

Prior to this, Xiao Jiansheng's martial arts level, Zhao Feng can vaguely perceive, at least the top emperor level, and even touch the level of the Holy Land.

however.

The level of the sacred light is different from the virtual genre. This level of leaps and bounds is not a single soul, but more attention to the material level.

In other words, even if the soul realm is reached, it is not easy to break through the black light.

And now.

Zhao Feng has not seen the depth of the white beard and the sword.

Can be sure.

The white beard's kendo is beyond the reach of any kendo power that Zhao Feng has seen, including the Kendo Emperor of the Zhenwu Holy Land.

Seeing, the white beard's body flesh and blood, gradually faded, like melting snow.

"You...what did you say to the Juggernaut?"

Tian Jiange’s black robe girl and other people, with hostility and dissatisfaction, looked to Zhao Feng.

original.

The material life of the white beard has not come to an end.

But because of Zhao Feng’s "one sentence," the white beard has intensified at the moment.

"Unfortunately, your life and soul are all inspired by the last burning, and you have reached the end. Otherwise, it is not a problem to just take a body or reshape the body. In the future, breaking through the Great Emperor and Xuanguang Lord."

Zhao Feng slightly regrets the road.

It is difficult to win the rebirth with a strong will or a distraction.

The will or the remnant is the spiritual power that is nurtured on the basis of the soul, and it combines a powerful understanding of the righteousness.

But will or distraction does not represent the soul.

To win the rebirth, the minimum requirements, need the soul, the soul, at least the soul fragments.

The "blood reborn" of the semi-god Kunyun was cultivated well before life, and the soul carrier was breathed and branded in every inch of flesh and blood that did not destroy the Eucharist.

therefore.

The semi-god Kunyun only needs a drop of blood and a trace of distraction, and it can be reborn with blood.

The little swords, the life and the soul, under the fire and fire, have reached the limit, almost equal to extinction.

At this moment, the transcendental soul of the sword is also born on this basis.

"I can understand the ambiguity beyond my life, and the old man will die without regrets."

Before the disappearance, the white beard showed his last smile.

嗡铮

The next moment, a crystal-filled spirit sword, can be seen in the contours and breath of the white beard, integrated into the ancient artifact "broken copper rust sword".

唰

Between the "old swords and swords" swaying, dragging a layer of ancient and sleek green swords, can not be countered by the transcendental kendo, and will force everyone nearby.

But this time, although the ancient gods have a strong and powerful power, they are implicit and do not hurt everyone.

"Jiansheng Predecessor"

Tianjiange’s black robe girl, with a surprised face, holds a handful of swords in her hands.

For a time.

The eyes of everyone fell on the black robe girl.

"This woman actually got the ancient artifact"

"This Mo Dongyao is the most outstanding martial genius of Tian Jiange's generation. Its martial arts talent is within a few thousand, second only to Xiao Jiansheng."

The eyes of everyone are fixed on the black robe girl.

The black robe girl, that is, "Mo Dong Yao", Tianjian Pavilion's new generation of Kendo Tianjiao.

Previously, she and Zhao Yufei's fight, slightly less defeated.

However, behind the small sword sacred, everyone looked at the "Mo Dongyao" eyes, it is difficult to hide their greed.

What kind of impact will this bring to the ancient dynasty if it is an ancient artifact?

Even the broken artifacts are the realm of God, involving the distant heavens.

of course.

The general forces can't keep the ancient artifacts.

There is power in this field, only the royal family and the sky.

"Ancient artifacts... I am afraid that there is no one among the big dry royals."

The thirteen emperors looked hot.

Imagine if he could take the secondary artifact out and hand it over to the royal family, and make such a great contribution. The competition for the future "the position of the Holy Emperor" will be even greater.

"Go."

Zhao Feng suddenly spoke, and together with Nangong Sheng, went outside the smelting building.

For ancient artifacts, Zhao Feng is not interested.

At least, the current stage of interest is not great.

For the general king and the great emperor, one artifact may lead to big troubles. What is more about ancient artifacts?

Without the power of the three or four stars, it is impossible to keep the ancient gods and swords.

Zhao Feng, who just turned around, is the time when the royal family is thirteen.

嗡铮

Suddenly, behind the black robe girl "Mo Dongyao", there is a sturdy sword and white shadow.

The swordsman white shadow, exudes a will of the immortal soul that annihilates the heavens and the earth.

"what"

Headed by the royal family, some of the kings who have a good heart, the soul is stinging, the soul is like a candle in the wind, as if to be annihilated at any time, and there is a sense of fear and despair in the heart.

"Humph"

The translucent swordsman white shadow, faintly emerged a cold and majestic white beard outline.

"Raining the sword, the saints are forgiving"

Those who are happy and heart-warming, there is a kind of face to face the illusion of ancient artifacts.

In an instant.

In the smelting building, many kings are geniuses, and a sense of inferiority is born in the soul.

Strong as Xuanyuan Wen, the soul will be shaken, like a small sapling, under the tornado storm.

"The purely soul level of the Kendo offensive... Is this the soul of the sword?"

Zhao Feng whispered.

Even more incredible.

That "Mo Dong Yao" is cold and indifferent, the ancient **** in the hands of the sword, dragging a layer of ancient and eternal green swordsmanship, the ancient sacred horror pressure, overwhelming the audience.

Some of the kings on the field, heart-stricken, and even a trace of disobedience, can not afford.

"How is it possible, that Mo Dongyao can actually master the ancient gods and swords..."

Thirteen emperors, the face is pale and fearless.

At this moment, if Mo Dongyao is willing, an idea can destroy him.

Even the general virtual god, do not dare to confront the "Mo Dongyao" at the moment.

"The true master of the ancient **** remnant sword is the white beard of the state. That Mo Dongyao is just a material carrier."

Master Zhuge took a deep breath.

White beard, recognized by the ancient **** remnant sword, even turned into a state of soul sword, combined with it

In other words.

White beard is willing to let anyone master the ancient artifacts, whoever can.

To a certain extent, white beard is a self-conscious, more special sword spirit.

"Little brother"

In the translucent swordsman's white shadow behind Mo Dongyao, there was an old voice.

"Ok?"

Zhao Feng’s pace has stopped.

He turned and looked at Mo Dongyao, convinced that the voice was calling himself.

"Juggernian predecessors, what is the teaching?"

Zhao Feng did not dare to neglect.

At this moment, the white beard, while abandoning life, exists in another form, and its strength is many times beyond that of his life.

"Little brother."

The old voice in the swordsman's white shadow sighed: "There are still twenty days, and the black dragon will be killed in the evil sun. By then, everyone will be spared. I hope you can help everyone and resolve this crisis."

This statement is out.

Everyone on the field was slightly suspicious, and under deep thought, the heart was shocked.

With the transcendental level of Xiaojiansheng, he even pinned "Hope" on a teenager who is one of the evil spirits.

This person, not Xuanyuanwen, is not the three emperors of the royal family, but will be this evil boy known for his looting.

But I have to admit it.

Up to now, many of the kings present have been completely unaware of this evil boy, and even full of jealousy and vigilance.

"I?"

Zhao Feng smiled and seemed to hear a joke.

The expression seems to say that you let a thief go to "salvation", is there some drama?

"The old man doesn't know your origins, but he is convinced that you have this possibility and hope to be bigger than anyone. This is not only the instincts of the old man, but also the intuition of ancient artifacts."

That old voice, solemn way.

Ancient artifact?

Zhao Feng’s heart is awkward. Is this ancient **** remnant of the sword, sensing the existence of his "ninth god"?

His blood is left, from the ancient gods.

The ancient artifacts are involved in the field of the heavenly gods and are the weapons of God.

"If you, you can bring the team of Tianjiange, escape the day of birth. The old man will owe you a favor."

Jianmang Yingying promised.

"Okay, a word is fixed."

Zhao Feng’s eyes flashed in the eye; although the life of Xiao Jiushan came to an end, the current state is only more terrible.

Again.

To resolve this catastrophe of the annihilation of the black dragon, only relying on the power of Zhao Feng alone, it is still insufficient.

After a while.

The heads of many forces present at the meeting met in front of the smelting building.

This time, Zhao Feng and Nan Gong Sheng did not act alone and were in the crowd.

"The Amethyst Pagoda is the central hub of the entire evil sun..."

Zhao Feng opened the door.

The eyes of everyone are fixed in the grand and tall, straight into the sky of the Amethyst Pagoda.

That pagoda, at the very center of the evil yang house, under the gaze of the eyes, the horrible power of the horror, so many kings swayed.

"The key to the chain of forbidden gods and the hub of the banned gods are likely to be in that area."

Zhuge brothers Shen Shendao.

The huge crisis of Black Dragon is approaching step by step, and everyone is not in the mood to explore other opportunities in the temple.

perhaps.

The opportunity exploration of the evil sun house is still less than one tenth or even one percent.

But what good is it if the harvest is big and can't be left alive?

"set off"

The powerful team of the Dagan royal family took the lead and left in the direction of the Amethyst Pagoda.

Then, the squadrons of Tianshanggong and Duanmujia, all approaching the same destination.

"Go."

Zhao Feng and Nan Gong Sheng also went straight to the Amethyst Pagoda.

the difference is.

The team of Tianjiange follows behind the purple hair and evil spirits.

"If it were not the instructions of the Juggernauts, I would not follow these two evil thieves."

Mo Dongyao's face was cold and somewhat reluctant.

However, the team of Tianjiange, following the action of Zifa and the evil spirits, had an inexplicable sense of security.

"Get closer and closer, the call of strength..."

The purple blood mark between Nangong Shengmei's heart is bright and colorful, and there is a sense of burning and burning. In the middle of the eye, if there is a second heart, in the mark of the eyebrow, the beating of "怦怦".