King of Gods

Duanmuqing slowly descended and looked at the secret hall where Zhao Feng was asleep. He said with relief: "This time, the **** of Zhao Feng will be more powerful."

At the time of Xuanzhen Shengzong, Duan Muqing witnessed it, and Zhao Feng’s left eye was powerful after transformation.

Even at that time, Zhao Yufei, who had the power of the small world and the help of the Purple Holy Spirit, also had no power to fight under his blood and soul.

However, just now, Zhao Feng inadvertently exudes energy fluctuations, not like the soul, but penetrates the material, and there is no rule of meaning, so that Duanmu Qing can't guess.

"The last time Zhao Feng became a god, he was strengthened by the will of the soul. I don't know what will happen this time." Duanmu Qing and Xiao Xiaodao, very much looking forward to it.

"Duanmu Shengzhu invited" Biqingyue rushed to meet, not dare to care.

The Lord, one is the person of the family of Dumu, and the other is the master of the master.

It is also the rescue of Haiyan Pavilion on the occasion of a thousand miles.

The sacred Lord and another Holy One were shaken away.

The same as the Lord, Xu old strange, can only follow the end of the wood.

"Duanmu Shengzhu, your apprentice, still in retreat" Bi Qingyue smiled with apologetic.

"How long has he been sleeping?" Duan Muqing asked.

"A year and a half soon" Bi Qingyue answered truthfully.

Duanmu Qing's look was awkward. I didn't expect Zhao Feng to have been sleeping for so long. I remember the last time, only a few months.

"I will be here, wait for Zhao Feng to wake up."

Later, Duanmuqing stayed here.

All members of the Haiyan Pavilion suddenly feel the future.

In connection with the eight major families, there will be no power in the area along the sea to hinder the development of the Haiyan Pavilion.

A **** blood burned in the chest of these young disciples.

After the departure of the sacred Lord and the old ghost, emotional indignation, wherever passed, a dark, storm, like a catastrophe.

"You old guy, do things in the future, first check clearly." The old ghost eyes cold, a sullen breath spread out, angrily left.

He is so lonely that he lives alone and retreats.

The sacred Lord, who is in the Zongmen, has intelligence agencies, is still so confused.

The sacred Lord returned to the Divine Hall, and the whole thunder was in a panic.

Most people still don't know how to be elders, why they are furious.

"Xunguang Emperor, give me the details of Zhao Feng's bottom, thoroughly check the bottom of the cracked heaven, the main battle force is empty, anger."

Below, a young emperor, kneeling on the ground, shuddered.

Under the wrath of the Lord, he felt that a thunderstorm was bombarded around him, and he had half a foot and had stepped into the gate.

"Yes, the elders of the elders, I will definitely find out all the information of Zhao Feng," said Xunguang the Great.

Three months later, the Lord of the Skull, got an intelligence, and his spirit swept away, and his heart shook.

After the departure of Zhang Xuantong, the temple of the Earth, the Iron Man Emperor actually descended to the Holy Spirit.

"The blood of the iron family" is a sacred heart.

Eight major families

The strength of the Iron House, among the eight major families, is top-notch, comparable to the Samsung Super Peak.

"The nine lord of the palace, the nine lord of the demon, descended over the princely palace, took Zhao Feng away." The expression of the sacred lord of the heavens changed from amazement to deepness until it was shocked.

The Lord of the Nine Palaces, who came to the edge of the island, this important information, it is now found that this intelligence agency is really a group of waste.

This is still the point.

Between the nine secluded masters and Zhao Feng, there is a huge trace of battle. Eventually Zhao Feng returns, and the nine secluded masters lose their tracks.

The floating information turned into a gray fly.

Time passed slowly, Duanmu Qing lived in Haiyan Pavilion, not far from Zhao Feng's retreat. Every time, he would use the knowledge to observe Zhao Feng's situation.

Today, Zhao Feng, who is sleeping, every time, his body will move slightly.

A light blond hair, like a light, gives a sense of emptiness and detachment.

Left space.

Zhao Feng has already had a weak consciousness and witnessed all changes.

At first, in the depths of the blue Philip Lake, there was a glimmer of golden light that shimmered the water.

Then, an intermittent, pale golden light scatters from it.

The sudden appearance of the pale golden light is not the willpower.

Zhao Feng observed for a long time, but he could not tell the origins.

With the illumination of this light, the purple misty sea above the blue lake gradually fades. Although it is very small and weak, Zhao Feng feels it.

The wind and thunder properties in the foggy sea are all decreasing.

At the beginning, Zhao Feng was shocked. Could it be that this time, the gods will change his will?

But with the light golden light, from one to two, it becomes two.

The purple misty sea disappeared more and more, but he felt that his own soul will not be significantly weakened.

Where did the disappearing purple misty sea go?

Zhao Feng can only wait.

On the surface of the lake, there are more and more light golden light, and then a complete beam of light is formed, which illuminates the purple fog.

"The power of thunderbolt is disappearing." Zhao Feng could not help but be astonished.

Purple misty sea, after all, is a product of the gods, and it is acceptable to be dissipated by the golden light.

The disappearance of the power of thunderbolt made Zhao Feng unable to calm down.

The power of thunder and robbery has a certain restraint on all things, and it has been dissipated.

The power of thunderbolt has always been his killer, and in countless dangerous battles, the battle is shimmering.

Zhao Feng also counted on this to resist the future swindlers.

The passage of time, the purple soul sea and the power of the thunder, are all dissipated a little.

"No, my soul will not weaken, but there is a slight difference." Zhao Feng suddenly found abnormal.

His consciousness is gradually clear in the changes of the gods.

At the beginning, Zhao Feng could only observe it initially. Now, he can look at the perception carefully.

The purple soul sea has disappeared by 20%. His soul will not weaken at all, but there is a slight enhancement, but it is very weak.

If it is not from the strange feelings of the soul, Zhao Feng will not notice this.

Looking at the blue lake, the golden light is getting more and more prosperous. He feels faint, and there seems to be something that will come out.

On a certain day, Jinguang suddenly increased a few points, Zhao Feng has been able to see a group of distorted light and shadow below the lake.

Haiyan Pavilion, Duanmu Qing’s spiritual knowledge, has been observing Zhao Feng.

At this time, Zhao Feng, anyone who saw it, was absolutely inseparable.

He has a blond hair, and all of them are exudes, the pale golden light that makes the Lord suspicious.

Even the mysterious little thief can't be spared.

Under the infiltration of this light, it is uncomfortable and directly penetrates into the open world.

"It seems that the **** of Zhao Feng seems to awaken the real power." Duanmu Qing could not help but marvel, otherwise, Zhao Feng will not sleep for such a long time.

Left space.

Zhao Feng was sluggish and stared at the blue lake, the golden sphere.

Innocent and translucent, like the golden sun in the left-handed space.

It exudes a long-lasting antiquity, but it gives Zhao Feng a familiar illusion.

The golden ball is smooth and faint, with a faint light gold pattern that penetrates everything.

See through the misty sea and illuminate the bottom of the blue lake.

Above the lake, the floating purple misty sea disappears at a speed several times higher than the past.

The blue water surface floating on the golden ball suddenly formed a vortex.

汨

The blue lake, along with the whirlpool, flows through the golden ball and disappears.

Suddenly, a sense of numbness and pain, from the sense of the soul, Zhao Feng’s consciousness was low.

"My soul" Zhao Feng concentrated all his perceptions on his own soul and was shocking.

He found his soul, a little bit, more solid.

On it, there is occasional lightning flash

But Zhao Feng can recognize at a glance, it is not ordinary Thunder, it is God's robbery.

"Don't these purple purple seas, and the power of thunder, are integrated into my soul?" Zhao Feng's heart was terrified and difficult to calm down.

Although the purple soul sea, originally was the soul power born from the blue lake.

But the power of thunderbolt is integrated into the soul.

Zhao Feng can only say that it is unbelievable

He suddenly remembered that there was similar information in the memory database.

In addition to blood and physique, there is an extremely rare in the world, and its rarity is not lower than the bloodline on the list of the Taikoo.

Because of this kind of soul case, it is extremely rare, it can't be studied, it is good or bad, and it is even regarded as a kind of soul disease. Therefore, it is not widely known.

It is born, Zhao Feng is uncertain, his soul is not special.

I don't understand, Zhao Feng doesn't think about it now.

At least he knew that the power of the purple soul sea and the thunderbolt did not disappear, but was integrated into the soul.

However, the strength of the wind, Zhao Feng did not find.

I don't know how long it took, the purple soul sea disappeared completely, and the left side was dark and black, leaving only the golden ball and the blue lake.

The volume of the lake has been reduced to five hundred feet, all absorbed by the golden ball.

Four hundred feet, three hundred feet... one hundred feet.

The blue lake disappeared completely, and it was absorbed by the golden ball. The volume of the golden ball did not change at all.

嗡

The mysterious golden ball suddenly bursts into a golden ripple, penetrates everything, and even penetrates this space, mapping to the outside world, extending infinitely.

Zhao Feng understands that this metamorphosis is almost over.

However, he still does not know, this mystery of this golden ball.

What did God bring to him?

The Dagan Dynasty is inland, in a quiet Dongfu.

A white girl is closing her eyes and painting.

Suddenly, she seemed to be under strong impact, suddenly opened her eyes and spilled blood at the corners of her mouth.

It was a pair of blank eyes without a pupil, as if wearing a hole.

"The teacher said that it is right, it really is the ninth god."

The girl looked down at the drawing paper in her hand. It was an extremely handsome man, a blond gold eye, and the gaze, like the amber essence, seemed to see through all the secrets.

A quiet and green bamboo sea.

An old man, playing with an ethereal and desperate girl, is playing chess.

The old man seems to be trying hard to think, I don't know where to go next.

Suddenly, his eyes became dim, like the fall of the sinful hell, in which a trace of black fine lines slowly swirled.

"Apprentice, stop here today." The old man's eyes are back to normal.

"Master, play chess, you will never be my opponent, huh, huh," the girl smiled, the beautiful face, like the whole piece of bamboo, shaking her heart.