King of Gods

"came back"

"Confucius appeared"

On the black base, flashing a figure, the number continues to stop.

Zhao Feng’s gaze was swept away. About half of the people’s team came back, and there were forty or fifty people.

The head of the "Confucius", a gorgeous skirt, radiant and powerful, strong atmosphere.

Zhao Feng found that Confucius was much stronger than when he first entered the magical space, regardless of the true yuan fluctuations or the blood.

but.

Confucius is far from the virtual king of the gods.

In addition, Fei Lao, Liu Tianfan, Huang Yunhu, and even Guangshi, who are familiar with Zhao Feng in the crowd, are still there.

"It's good to come back"

Lu Yun Wang sighed low and his eyes fell on his disciples. His close disciples, as well as the registered disciple, are still in the ranks.

"No one is promoted to the king"

"Although there are a few disciples of Dan Yuanjing, there are many advanced ones, but compared with Zhao Feng, it is too far."

Several elders of the king were present and whispered.

It is not difficult to see that the team of Wan Shengzong is not very mixed.

Most genius elites are tired and wandering, and a few even suffer serious injuries.

For example, if he was old, he broke a leg and took a cane.

Zhao Feng understands that this opportunity is not something that everyone can meet; even if it is encountered, it does not necessarily have the ability to grasp it.

The opportunity of the evil sun house is big, but is there still less of the king and the quasi-king who died inside?

For those who are weak, they have not encountered the evil sun, perhaps a lucky one.

"Zhao Feng..."

These returning genius kings, their eyes turned to the purple-haired teenager sitting on the knees.

In contrast, Zhao Feng's progress is too great.

The eyes of these people include resentment, jealousy, awe and other looks.

"Zhao Feng"

Fei Lao, with his cane, slightly biting his teeth, looks complicated: "If you don't leave the team, you can carry it in time, we will not be so miserable in the magic space."

Zhao Feng fell into a short silence.

Actually.

Fei Lao did not ask for resentment, but some blame, complaints, and venting: Why did Zhao Feng carry it when he was not feeling well?

In the dungeon.

Zhao Feng’s strength and means have been shocking. If he stays in the team, he will greatly help the Wanshengzong side.

When the Holy Sepulchre conquered one or two ancient ruins, it was a slight success. Because of the failure, the result was a heavy loss.

"If Zhao Feng is not leaving the team, Yun Shijie and Chen Shidi may not die."

"Zhao Feng, you are a selfish desire, out of the team, and we are miserable."

Returning to the geniuses of the sacred geniuses, they asked questions and their voices were not good.

Some people who looked angry and angered, almost did not rush to the front, hit a big shot, was stopped by some of the sectarian members nearby.

"Stop your hands"

Lu Yunwang and others, quickly stopped.

How terrible this Zhao Feng’s strength is, and the seriously wounded elder is an example. The king is still like this. If you change these elite talents, I am afraid that Zhao Feng will sneeze and can kill them.

"Zhao Feng, the old man does not hate you, can only blame us for not being strong and bad luck. But as a member of the Wanshengzong, you have not fulfilled your duties.

Feeling a bitter smile, holding a cane, showing desolation.

This statement is out.

The geniuses and elites who survived the Halloween, and their eyes were dim, and they were silent.

They can't completely blame Zhao Feng.

If they are strong enough, one more Zhao Feng, one less Zhao Feng, and more than the system.

"People don't do it for themselves, they are destroyed. Zhao Shidi, I don't blame you, just, I am a little disappointed with you..."

Liu Tianfan gave a slightly mocking smile.

He was bruised and bruised, and one ear was smashed by an unknown monster.

Silence for a long time.

Zhao Feng finally said: "You will be me, or the plain Zhao Feng."

Everyone heard the words and couldn’t help.

If the original "Zhao Feng" is still there, I am afraid that I will not be eligible for the magic space.

At present, the purple-haired boy, with the original Zhao Feng, regardless of the charm of the temperament, or the means of strength, are a hundred thousand miles.

For Wan Shengzong, Zhao Feng does not have much sense of belonging.

His help to the Zhaoling Zhao people is also a wish for the original owner Zhao Feng.

"And, my chance is to trace the ‘the death of the black dragon, after nine deaths and a lifetime of ......”

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and fell into a short memory.

In the magical space, the thrilling scene seems to be still present.

"Tracking ‘the death of the black dragon,?”

The genius elites returned by Wan Shengzong were shocked.

Confucius, Fei Lao, Liu Tianfan and others, eclipsed, could not help but take a breath.

This Zhao Feng, the courage is too big, and dare to trace the death of the black dragon.

"The battle, the Tianjuan Palace, the Jiugui Palace, the Dagan Royal Family, the Tianjian Pavilion, the family of the Eight Great Family... The king and the quasi-king who fell in the evil sun house, I don’t know how many."

Zhao Feng sighed low.

In the evil sun house, there are too many elites of the fallen kings and quasi-kings.

One of the familiar Samsung sects, Samsung's peaks, and even four-star superpowers emerged from Zhao Fengkou.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Everyone can imagine that the battle was fierce.

Moreover, these rumor stories will soon be passed on to the top of the Zongmen world and the Dagan dynasty.

"The genius elite who entered the evil yang house, the lowest strength, is the level of Kong Feiyu. Fei Lao, you think, will I bring Wan Zong's team into the abyss?

Zhao Feng’s eyes are shining.

Fei Lao and others, the heart of the big earthquake, speechless.

Give them a hundred courage, and dare not go to track the death of the black dragon.

Those familiar with the three or four-star powers are not comparable to them.

Zhao Feng, who is out of the team, can fly for nine days and enjoy it.

What's more.

The original Zhao Feng has already died. Zhao Feng just took the opportunity to board the stage of the mainland.

"Oh, what you said, you have to wait for a while, and people from other sects will come to the news to be sure."

A cold snoring interrupted the silence on the field.

The speaker is the elder who was hit hard.

Beside the elders of the elders, the "Yin elder" of the king of the peak, his eyes repeatedly screamed in the crowd, his face was very ugly, and he did not speak for a long time.

"Yin elder, what's wrong? Your close disciple, did not come out of the magic space?"

Lu Yunwang found out that it was wrong.

The face of the Yin Elder is very abnormal.

now.

On the dark base, there is no new figure. If you don't expect it, people who don't show up will definitely die in the magical space.

"Wang Shidi, he... died of the culling of a mutant Venom."

Confucius, such as Confucius and Liu Tianfan, looked stunned.

The "King Shidi" in their mouth is naturally the close disciple of the Yin Elder.

To determine this bad news, the Yin elder body trembled, his eyes faintly red, trying to suppress the grief and unwillingness of his heart.

Apparently, Elder Yin has invested a lot of feelings in this close disciple.

"The children are unfair"

The Yin Elder, Yang Tian shouted, in the red eyes, revealed a chilly murder, staring at Zhao Feng sitting on the knees.

Why, the youngsters who have left the team and are cursed can have opportunities in the magical space, and their own disciples are falling to this miserable end.

"Zhao Feng, the elder, said that if my close disciple is in the magical space, what are the three long and two short, take you is to ask"

A king of the sea, like a sea of ​​fire, oppressed Zhao Feng.

"Yin elders calm down a little"

Lu Yunwang and other people quickly stopped to suppress; but the cultivation of the elders of Yin was as high as the peak of the king, and the space field was almost substantive. The "squeaky" sound shook the other two kings trying to block.

"Everyone is leaving"

Confucius and Fei Lao and others, seeing the situation is not right, quickly evacuated the black platform.

Zhao Feng also did not want to be tired of these innocents, still sitting on the platform, cold-eyed the angry elders who broke out.

"You can know sin"

Yin Elder has a single hand, a dark red imaginary big hand, shaking the sky cloud, squatting on the top of Zhao Feng.

In this public view, he did not lose his calm.

To take a shot at Zhao Feng, you need a justification.

And Zhao Feng, there is indeed a foot, he left the team, private action, is suspected of violating the rules.

"If you want to go out, there are so many nonsense, I have to go back to practice."

Zhao Feng stood up slowly under the oppression of the big hand.

Bang

At the time, Zhao Feng's body gold and blue texture floats, just like a King Kong, and his body expands and expands.

Canopy

The invisible force of a hegemonic shackles directly shook the imaginary hands of the Yin elders, and the nearby mountain gates slammed.

"The above crimes, should be guilty"

Yin Elder was furious and screamed, and his palm was separated by a single shot. The whole body faintly presented a near-substantial dark crystal space field, and the dark red emptiness of the giant hand broke out with a glaring crystallization.

Rumble

In an instant, the nearby mountain gates were heavy, and there was a collapse and explosion in Yuweibo.

The wrath of the King of the Peak, let the rest of the kings retreat from the formerly created elders, revealing a sneak peek.

"Get out of the way"

Zhao Feng backhanded a fist, urging the "Sheng Lei body", a piece of gold-blue invisible force to expand, accompanied by the roar of electric patterns.

However, it seems that there is not enough to rely on the holy body and want to send the king of the peak.

Huge

Suddenly, Zhao Feng has a layer of blood-like glazed flames, a horrible atmosphere of savage burning, raging bursts, rushing to the emptiness of the Yin elders and space.

咣啼 嘣

Looking from afar, it seems that there is a round of burning blood Yang, bursting out of the **** brilliance of the world, one side of the world is stained with blood red.

The space of the elders of Yin was suddenly a trace of tears.

"A terrible inflammatory bloodline"

Several kings in the vicinity, to solve some residual strength, body blood, feel a burning sensation.

Further away from the disciples of the Zongmen members, the blood of the body is from the instinctive tremor; the weaker ones are even more suffocating to the ground, and there is a kind of suffocation that is burned and swallowed, and there is no ability to escape.

"bang"

In the sky, the body shape of the Yin elders shook back hundreds of feet and forced the blood of the tumbling.

Snoring

In the process of retreating, he still had a layer of blood-yang flames on his body, which could not be easily extinguished.

"What is going on..."

Yin’s elder face looked awkward. When he and Zhao Feng had a bang, they felt that the body’s blood was gone.

In the opposite direction.

Zhao Feng’s figure is slightly swayed, and only a trace of warmth flows back to the body, and the spirit is more and more vigorous. The exhaustion that was originally brought out in the evil sun house is also swept away.

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