King of Gods

The dream is too ancient, a layer of dark clouds are coming, the sky suddenly becomes gloomy, and a trace of lightning is looming.

"Would you like to come?"

Zhao Feng was excited and opened his dignified eyes.

This is also the reason why he shaped the small world in the Taikoo dream. He has been waiting for the next thunderstorm.

Zhao Feng had this idea, and he must try it: in the thunderstorm storm of Taikoo Dream, he realized the small world of wind and thunder.

Patter

The sky is darkening, and the tiny raindrops of the silk fall from the sky.

When the raindrops enter the small world of Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng feels that his own small world has been disordered under the continuous impact of drizzle.

These ancient raindrops that entered his small world, he could not control.

"I can only control the material that I created in the small world, and the foreign matter is almost unaffected by me, and even affects the stability of my small world.

Zhao Feng's brow is slightly wrinkled, his little world is too fragile.

But Zhao Feng does not know that he is in a dream too old. If he returns to the real space, his small world, the influence and control of space, is definitely far beyond the small world of the ordinary emperor.

The raindrops of Taikoo Dream are also the most primitive, raindrops containing a huge ancient atmosphere, which is completely different from the raindrops in the space where Zhao Feng is located. To control these raindrops, you need to have a deeper understanding.

And the rules that want to influence the rules of the dreams of Taikoo need to have a certain understanding of the nature of the whole dream.

Zhao Feng is far from enough in this step.

Bang

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and occasionally a thunder is flashing.

Zhao Feng looked up and looked at it. "This time the thunderstorm is much smaller than the last time."

The small world of Zhao Feng, under the scouring of the rain, is more transparent, as if it will disappear soon.

Zhao Feng double flashed a fine light, urging the nucleus space.

Suddenly, the wind and thunder of the scorpion is delivered to the small world.

Around Zhao Feng, the outline of a small world is slightly clear.

The dream is above the ancient times, the clouds are densely covered, the rain is pouring down, and occasionally a thunder is crossed, while the space below, a translucent dark cloud floating in the air, the wind and thunder raging

Such a scene is very strange, like a world, with two layers of heaven.

Zhao Feng is like this, immersed in the heavy rain of dreams, and feel the weak wind and thunder.

The small world around him, slowly changing with his mood, looks more realistic.

Bang

Suddenly, a thunderous loud noise rang in the top of Zhao Feng’s head. In the small world of wind and thunder, many lightnings and lightning bloomed.

Overwhelming the suffocation of all things, the crash, a strong sense of crisis, let Zhao Feng's left-handed warnings beating.

"not good"

Booming...

A giant thunder bombarded Zhao Feng's location, destroying everything, leaving only a black pit.

There is nothing in the Jiaokeng square.

The blackened trees that fell around and burned the flames.

On the ancient towers of the heavens, the demon birds and the giant pythons trembled, and the doubtful eyes looked at the Jiaokeng.

next moment.

A blond boy appeared in the middle of the dark coke pit.

The giant python and the demon bird have witnessed everything, and they have become accustomed to it. Their masters, the realm of the Ming Dynasty is not high, but they are always ghosts.

"so close"

Zhao Feng has a lingering fear. He was in a state of enlightenment and his perception of the outside world was weak.

If it was not the warning of the left eye, he woke him up, fearing that he was directly killed.

"This kind of weather, it stands to reason, will not lower the Thunder, it seems that because of the attraction of the small world of wind and thunder"

Zhao Feng’s heart is as bright as a mirror. From the dark clouds, it is still the first Gu Lei.

The small world of wind and thunder is still in its infancy, and the attraction of lightning is far less than that of the holy body.

If the San Lei body is operated here, it is estimated that a few Gu Lei will be introduced.

In addition, the weather is getting worse and worse, and the probability of descending Gulei is even greater.

In this way, even if Zhao Feng can enter and leave the dream at any time, he will not dare to launch a small world of wind and thunder.

In the end, Zhao Feng turned around in a circle and collected some wooden blocks containing more Gu Lei's power, so he sat in the center of the Jiaokeng.

"The distance between the Prince and the Prince, only two months left, I must complete the small world."

Zhao Feng’s heart is clear.

The general Emperor, within a year, shaping a small world, can be called a peerless genius.

But with Zhao Feng's learning ability, analytical ability and experience, the ordinary small world, four months is enough.

But what he wants to shape is a small world of wind and thunder that contains dreams that are too ancient and profound. The difficulty is too high.

Once, Zhao Feng's small world was initially completed, and Wei Neng was not a reaction. It was not a problem to crush the ordinary world of the ordinary emperor.

Just like the beginning, Zhao Feng entered the dream for the first time, and even three breaths could not support it.

In the palace of the Nine Emperors, the representatives of the various parties gathered.

Many of the kings who were present were standing by.

Only a few Samsung forces, strong players, and the Lord have a certain say.

Among them, the night prince, Xu old blame, Nan Fengwang, Zhou Suer are among them.

But the atmosphere at the scene is somewhat depressed.

"Nine emperors, really give the identity of the taming beast to Zhao Feng?"

A burly middle-aged man with a slightly dissatisfied look.

Every time he moves, he exudes a strong physical pressure, which is still under his deliberate convergence.

The nine emperors looked dull, but he was also prepared to hand over the position of the soul-based combat members to Zhao Feng.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng took the initiative to recognize the number of taming beasts in the palace.

Moreover, the Ji family who originally supported him, after learning that Zhao Feng was a member of the Nine Emperors, immediately left and joined the camp of the Eight Emperors, causing huge losses.

When the Nine Emperors went to inquire, the answer given by Ji’s parents was: “There are Zhao Feng’s, they are Ji’s family, and it’s difficult to get the number of soul-fighting combat members.

Nine emperors have no choice but to help, but the Ji family has joined the Bahuangzi faction, and the nine emperors explain nothing.

However, the support of Zhao Feng also brought a lot of help to the Nine Emperors.

For example, Nanfeng Wang and Haiyan Pavilion.

Even Zhou Suer helped him, to a certain extent, because of Zhao Feng.

"Zhao Feng is also a very good tamer beast"

The Nine Emperor answered with a smile, and he believed that Zhao Feng would come up with his skills, not to perfuse him.

Members of the Haiyan Pavilion and Nanfeng Wang are equally confused. Zhao Feng does have a talent for taming the beast.

But far less than his own combat power, and the mysterious curse.

However, for Zhao Feng’s decision, members of the Haiyan Pavilion are not qualified to ask questions.

The burly and brave man no longer speaks. The stone family he is in is the only eight family standing behind the nine emperors.

He is not arguing for the place of the tamer, but for the entire team, I hope that the members of the team can stand in their best position.

Because the opponent is too strong

The overall strength of the original intelligence organization ranked, the nine emperors ranked sixth.

Today, it has dropped to seventh place.

In other words, the opportunities of other princes during this period are far more than the nine emperors.

The eight-ranked Eight Emperor, now ranked fourth, has a tendency to compete for the position of the Prince.

In front of several emperors, horrible team members, everyone has no bottom.

"Shi Yulei, as long as our team is united enough, coupled with the strategy of the **** machine, it is not without a fight."

Aside, the old voice of the eagle sounded slowly.

"Now the old man can't make a final conclusion, but everything is variable."

In the lower position, a white-bearded old man with a cane said slowly.

God machine, the famous divination wise man of the Dagan dynasty, buried many years.

His appearance surprised the older generation.

The two seniors, one person and one sentence, immediately stabilized the military.

"Tomorrow is the battle for quotas, Zhao Feng is still not out?"

A deep and dissatisfied voice came from a common elder of Samsung.

The battle for quotas is the last procedure for determining the quota.

However, this procedure will not waste much time.

For example, here are the nine emperors, a total of seven places.

As a physician, Zhou Suer, the medical road has long been famous, no one will come to **** this quota, and there is no such courage.

There is also Shi Yulei, the peerless genius of the Shi family who awakened the blood talent.

The Shijia forces can be said to be the biggest force behind the Nine Emperors. No one will try to get the name of Shi Yulei.

Even Shijia wants to seize the second place, and the general forces are afraid to speak.

Moreover, there are two very special provisions for the battle for quotas.

First, only the forces behind the emperor, or the forces that do not belong to it, have the right to compete for quotas.

Second, the competition for a certain quota, its own realm, can not be higher than the person who owns the quota.

That is to say, a certain tamer beast wants to compete for the quota of Zhao Feng, then the tamer beast can not be the power behind other princes, and its realm cannot be higher than Zhao Feng.

Under various restrictions, the battle for quotas is not as complicated and fierce as imagined.

"If Zhao Feng does not leave the customs tomorrow, he can only bother."

The Nine Emperors were somewhat helpless. I remember that when I first visited Zhao Feng, he was also in a retreat.

However, the Nine Emperors, there is also a look.

Zhao Feng is a major member of his recognition. If strength is increased, it is naturally a good thing.

call

Suddenly, a great breath came.

All the strong in the presence, look agile, look out of the temple.

"Nine Highness, Tie is bothered"

I saw that a majestic old man with a dark red robe stood outside the temple, invisible deterrence, and made all the strong in the temple breathe slightly.

Beside him, there are still a few people, all of whom are iron family members. One of the beautiful women, eagerly sweeping through the hall.

"Hongnan's predecessors, tomorrow is the battle for quotas. Now come to me, what advice?"

The nine emperors smiled forward.

Tiejia, the top of the eight major families, is not weaker than the huge family of Samsung's peak forces, and now stands behind the four emperors.

"The old man is coming to Zhao Feng."

The iron Hongnan sounded loud and resounded throughout the hall.

For this rude behavior, no one is willing to stop it.

Even the old representatives of the stone parents are also bowing their heads.

Although the same as the eight major families, Shijia is far less than the iron family who guards the northwest interracial.

And this iron Hongnan is an extremely old saint of the Iron House.

"Hongnan predecessor, Zhao Feng is still retreating"

The nine emperors apologized.

"Well? He won't deliberately hide from my iron house."

Tiehongnan looked very angry, and he was overwhelmed by the insulting hot air. He was scattered and scattered. In addition, many strong people in the hall were physically and mentally depressed. The soul was slightly trembled, and the body was really burning.