Martial Peak

The emperors respected the situation into their respective positions, and the other warriors went down to the most central position of the big squad under the command of the master of the Sun. They sat down on their knees. There were not many hundred people, and it was not too small to gather together.

After everything was done, the grandson of the Sun gave a sigh of excitement: "Starting!"

When the words fall, the emperors respect each other to change the law, to motivate their own strength, to smash the time, to illuminate the light from the feet of each person, to rise to the sky, to shine the whole valley.

The dazzling light quickly converges and turns into a radiant pattern that converges toward the center of the big array.

At this moment, I only heard a slamming sound, and the screaming bursts suddenly shuddered, and there was a sign of collapse. Master Sun changed his face and turned his head in one direction. He saw that Zhou Quan’s face was pale, his mouth was squirting blood, and he was swaying, and the abnormal sound was the sound of his vomiting blood.

Master Sun’s face suddenly sinks.

Zhou Quanyi screamed: "The previous injury..."

Master Sun did not let him say more, roaring "waste" and hurriedly instructed the white man around him to step forward. This array requires everyone to work together to motivate. Zhou Quan has a problem here, and it is a one-shot move. If it is not made up in time, the entire big battle will collapse in a short period of time.

Fortunately, there is also a guardian of the Emperor's three-layer mirror, which is just the right time.

The white man flew into the battlefield and directly mentioned Zhou Quan’s collar to throw him out. Under the change of law, the disordered array quickly regained stability.

In the valley, the lines are lit up, slowly flowing, and gathering toward the center. If you look at it from a high altitude, when the patterns in the valley are gathered together to form a huge yin and yang fish pattern, the yin and yang fish are like living things. Swim in the valley.

A sunny day, when the thunder and thunder burst, one person appeared with the air, appeared in the air, and appeared at the height of the center of the big battle.

Yang Kai, who is in the big array, looks awkward and cheers up.

It’s just because the coming person is a fake emperor!

Can't help but want to laugh at the sky, he is squatting and waiting for many days here, isn't this big fish? When the master of the Sun had to start, Yang Kai thought that he had guessed that there was no big fish coming to the place, and he almost killed himself.

Fortunately, I waited for a while!

Nowadays, the big fish is there, but this guy is very cautious, and should always hide his breath and hide in the dark until the moment he appears.

Quietly looking at the past, I saw a person dressed in a refined dress, like a private teacher in the private school, with a modest smile on the face, such a character, even if face to face, I am afraid no one will think that he is a magical person.

Did not dare to look at it, Yang opened a glance and immediately retracted his sight.

After the person appeared, the master of Sun immediately respected the ceremony: "I have seen the wind!"

Feng Jun raised his hand: "You don't have to be polite, the work here is hard."

Master Sun said: "It is a great honor for Sun to be able to work for Feng Jun.

Feng Jun decapitated, apparently very satisfied with the performance of Master Sun.

The conversation between the two was introduced into Yang Kai'er, and Yang Kai immediately understood the identity of the person coming. It was only a few days before he returned to the astral world. He didn’t know much about the magic heaven. But in that limited intelligence, he knew that the Taoist Taoist was the night of the night, and the night was full of wind. The four princes of the forest volcano, all of them have fake emperors.

The person who came is a pseudo-emperor, and the master of Sun also called him a wind lord. So obviously, this guy is definitely one of the four great emperors under the night.

This time I really caught a big fish! Yang opened his eyebrows, fearing that he could not conceal his heart and excite the flaws.

Master Sun said again: "Qi Feng Feng Jun, everything is ready now!"

“Very good!” Feng Jun smiled slightly: “This is a matter of success, and when the gentleman is remembering the merits, the owner of the house will be rewarded for you!”

Master Sun is in the shape of a color, and he bows his hand: "Thank you for the wind!"

The wind lord no longer speaks more, but the look is clear, his hands are swayed in front of him, his face is devout, as if holding something sacred, but he has nothing in his hand.

The next moment will be, there is a white bone out of thin air, the bone is more than a foot long, the two bends, it looks unremarkable, not a genius treasure, not a boneless bone, even a little spirituality is not .

It can be just such a bone, but the wind is treated like a treasure.

Yang Kai couldn't help but frown. I don't know what the hidden bones are. If he didn't read it wrong, this bone should be a rib and a rib under the human belly. From that color, the owner of the rib should have been dead for many years, and I don't know how such a rib that looks ordinary is preserved.

After the white ribs were asked, the wind suddenly raised his hand and slammed it down.

Below his position, it is the hundreds of magical disciples who meditate on the knees. At this moment, these warriors are all shutting down and squatting. Where do you think of the sudden destruction?

But then again, these people are not even emperors, even if they can know in advance that Feng Jun will shoot them, I am afraid there is no way to resist.

Under one palm, the wind is raging, and the tornado rises up, wrapping the hundreds of people among them, and the time is horrible.

Among the large arrays, more than 20 emperors have changed their faces and looked at the wind horror. They obviously do not know that Feng Jun will do this. Those people are all brought by them. Since the winds are shot, will they even kill them?

Even though it has fallen into the Magic Road, it has become a part of the Magic Heaven. The mourning for life will still not change. The crisis of life and death will only be considered by all.

Master Sun gave a low drink in a timely manner: "If you are a little bit safe, if the big battle is interrupted, you will be countered. And the blood sacrifices required by Feng Jun are enough, you don't need to wait for the effort, you just need to continue to maintain. It can be."

When this statement comes out, whether it is true or not, the emperor's strong people are somewhat more concerned, but inevitably, it is somewhat uncomfortable for Sun Master to conceal the matter.

What's even more uncomfortable is that once this big array can't be interrupted, the forced interruption will have a counterattack for everyone.

The only thing that is not moving is Yang Kai, only because he has the same cost as the wind. And this big array really needs blood sacrifices. Before Yang Kai, there was some speculation, but it was not certain. Now that Feng Jun came to such a hand, he undoubtedly confirmed what he thought.

Among the tornadoes, the screams only stopped after a few moments of effort.

Although there are quite a few disciples of the Devil Heaven, there are hundreds of them, but they are still not enough to see in front of the Puppet Emperor. Under one trick, everyone is killed on the spot.

The wind was hooked, and the rotating tornado revealed a gap. From the gap, a red blood river slowly flowed out and followed him to the front of him and flowed into the ribs of his hand.

Blood is in the bones and disappears!

An extremely eccentric scene, the bones clearly have no magical points, but they can devour blood, and even the color does not change. There are so many blood gathered by hundreds of people, but under the traction of Feng Jun, blood continuously flows into the ribs.

Slowly, the plain ribs finally have a slight change.

Above the ribs, several complicated lines appeared. These lines seem to be above the ribs. I just don’t know what the mysterious technique is. It is not obvious at all. It is revealed by the wind jun, but it is revealed.

After seeing these lines, Feng Jun’s look was obviously inspiring.

As the blood continues to swallow, more and more lines are formed, gradually filling the entire rib.

At the same time, an extraordinary atmosphere spread out from the ribs.

Yang Kai’s body was shocked and his eyes were horrified.

Although the breath is weak, but he feels clear, it is awesome... the breath of the emperor!

An unusual rib, after consuming the blood, has many lines, and then exudes the atmosphere of the emperor.

He began to think that he felt wrong, but the breath was weak, but it became more and more obvious.

Weak because the time is too long, but for a long time, the power it contains will not change at all.

Yang Kai is a bit dumbfounded. This time, a big fish can be caught enough to surprise him. Why didn't he think that things would happen like this?

The breath of the Emperor will not appear for no reason. Since it is related to the ribs, it means that the rib should be the rib of a certain emperor!

Whose?

He has seen the ten great emperors in the world today. Even the Emperor Wusong has played several times, so Yang Kai dared that this rib was not a certain emperor he knew, because the breath did not match.

Since it is not the rib of the great emperor today, it is one of the former emperors.

Between the electric and the flint, Yang Kai’s mind smashed the name of a great emperor.

At this moment, the wind Jun suddenly snorted.

Yang Kai quietly looked at the past, only to see that the ribs that had been held by him in his hands actually trembled, and seemed to be ready to go. Feng Jun would not allow such things to happen, change the grasp for the ribs. Grab the right hand palm.

The ribs are still shaking, and the snoring sounds again. Yang Kai clearly sees that the right hand of the wind stalking the ribs becomes aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin is dry and the color is dim...

At that moment, it seems as if the millennium has passed on his right hand.

Yang is happy and knows that he should have thought it right. This place is the gateway to the four seasons. It has something to do with it, except for the great emperor?

I just don’t know where the wind lord came from, and a man’s will, where people make a big battle here, and use the sorcerer to stimulate the hidden spirituality in the ribs.

Although it has been gone for countless years, even though it is only a rib, the power of the time of the emperor's intensive time is imprinted on every part of the body. The power of time in the ribs is flowing, so that the wind sings a lot. deficit.