King of Gods

Zhao Feng urges the blood power, and with the cover of the shadow cloak, into the night

At this moment, he even integrated the meaning of electricity, to the speed to the limit, beyond some of the six heavens.

Speed, concealment, left eye control of the terrain, the combination of the three advantages, Zhao Feng confidence is enough to open a traumatic seven heavens.

However, Zhao Feng found that no matter how dodge and cover himself, the fighting people behind him can catch up with precision.

He faintly realized that this must be related to the disgusting stuff on his body.

That truss, I don’t know what sinister secrets I have applied to myself, and the nausea of ​​the ghosts is not enough to make Zhao Feng feel helpless for the first time.

He is not proficient in the spiritual field, and it is obviously unrealistic to solve the secret technique of the other party in a short time.

"It seems that escape is not working..."

Zhao Feng did not lose his calmness and quickly analyzed the advantages of the enemy.

The thoughts flew around, Zhao Feng’s surprise discovery: I have a great chance to attack and kill the people.

First, the battle between the fighting people and the real spiritual environment is injurious, and the consumption is not small.

Second, Zhao Feng’s own attack on the spiritual level has strong resistance.

Third, the fighters should not be good at close combat.

Especially the third point, let Zhao Feng see great hope.

The martial artist is good at mental control. This is an area he is good at, but he seems to be not good at closeness.

In the battle with the real spirits, the fighting people were far away from each other and did not dare to be close.

That is Zhao Feng, in this seemingly desperate situation, it is still so cool to analyze and make choices.

If you change to be a good person, you will not even have a bit of rebellious thoughts in the face of the singularity of the seven heavens.

quickly.

Zhao Feng developed a strategy, and the speed was deliberately slowed down, showing the illusion of lack of physical strength.

After all, his cultivation is just a matter of four days, and it is impossible to maintain the speed of horror for a long time.

When the fighting people approached ten feet, the cloak behind Zhao Feng suddenly turned around, dragging a few illusory figures in the night, overlapping.

Hey!

There was a faint glimpse of the whistle of the electric whistle in the void, and Zhao Feng suddenly broke out with terrible speed and counterattacked the fight.

The Brawler was chasing him, and as a result, the relative speed was amazing, even beyond the seven heavens.

Such a sudden change, the brawler surprised and unexpected, did not expect the other party to dare to fight back.

唰嗤——

Zhao Feng rushed to the point, and the blood and power of the body condensed to the limit, as if he could hear the electric sound.

This is the strongest blow to Zhao Feng's unreserved, even if it is a six-day, it may be traumatized and even sneaked to death.

But there wasn't a trace of flustered on the face of the squad, and there was a sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, a pair of blue eyes, exuding the sinister spirit ripples.

"Oh, the speed of the material level is fast, and it is impossible to exceed the speed of the spirit?"

Zhao Feng’s land is awkward, and it’s only a foot away from the fight. It’s hard to get in.

The two are like two stone sculptures, opposite each other.

Zhao Feng only felt the spiritual power of the cold and eroded, invading his mind.

How do you control your body when your mind is restrained and your confusion is lost?

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and tried to push his left eye to fight against it.

"This guy, there is such a strong spiritual source in the body, and the mental attack below the true spiritual environment is almost immune."

Fighters are more surprised,

How strong is his mental attack, he knows best, and there are few people who can resist.

In the previous battle, he could even interfere with the true spirits.

"Hey! This kid is completely heavenly, and has such a horrible spiritual talent. If he is allowed to go to the mysterious technique, even if I have a special blood heritage, I am afraid it will be easily surpassed by him."

In the heart of the fight, there is a sigh in the heart, and the killing is stronger.

Such a spiritual genius must be erased!

Apparently, the Brawler was shocked by Zhao Feng’s talent. Such a purely powerful spiritual source, a metamorphosis talent that is almost immune to mental attacks and illusions, and a person who is a mysterious technique will be jealous and want to kill.

The existence of such people is entirely the nemesis of their way!

The spirit of killing from the fighting people is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhao Feng feels that consciousness will collapse. At the crucial moment, he madly urges his left eye, and he simply hides into the left eye space.

The spirit of the fighting people attacked the left eye space.

Hey!

In the left eye space, the cyan abyss, the fast rotation, the indescribable suction in the underworld, is formed at the soul level.

"Ah! Not good! That is..."

The brawler was extremely frightened and shouted at the spiritual level. He felt that his spiritual strength and consciousness were being pulled by an indescribable force.

His spiritual strength is quickly lost, and even the soul has to be taken away.

what--

Fighters struggle to resist, such as when the arm is a brake.

In the end, as soon as he gritted his teeth, even if he was beaten by the counter-attacks, he was divided into schizophrenia, and he also cut off the connection with the power of the power.

At this time, the change is sudden.

Hey!

The batter's neck hurts, blood splatters, a scream, echoing on the soul level.

"Plop", the fighting people fell to the ground and died.

His throat was pierced by a small blood hole.

Meow meow!

The little thief cat is on the body of the fight, jumps up and down, and casts a proud watch to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng squeezed a sweat, did not expect the little thief cat to hit the fight at the most critical moment.

This little thief cat is not a general clever.

"Well? What is it doing?"

Zhao Feng’s eyes condensed and found that the little thief cat was searching for the spoils on the swearing man.

The face of the Brawler is revealed. It is the face of a young man. It is pale and bloodless. Before he died, he was extremely fearful and unwilling.

In just a few short breaks, the little thief cat smashed out the valuable things on the fight, and almost smashed the underwear.

Zhao Feng was stunned.

One of the piles of metamorphic stone, all of which are the lower products, there are dozens of them, all of which are occupied by the little thief cats, one bite, one unambiguous.

Between Zhao Feng and the little thief, there has been an agreement that the things in their storage bracelets are not allowed to eat.

But now, the little thief cats search for spoils, Zhao Feng is helpless.

The little thief cat stretched out his claws and made two strokes toward Zhao Feng.

"Good! Five to five."

Zhao Feng understands what it means. This little thief is more refined than a fox, and it is not a general fan. Not a moment. Zhao Feng and the little thief cat, distribute the spoils. Among the spoils, there is an old silver book and a few secrets. "The Heart of the Law": The ancient temple is unique and mysterious, good at manipulating the soul, practicing to Dacheng, and controlling countless creatures between heaven and earth...~"

Zhao Feng’s mind penetrated into it and felt a huge flow of information.

He did not hesitate, swept his left eye and copied many information and scenes into his own.

As for the other books, it seems to be some secrets of the ancient princes, but it is not as deep as "The Heart of the Law".

Zhao Feng’s surprise is not small. The spiritual field he is best at has finally found a way.

At this moment, Zhao Feng sensed something and found a figure in the ancient temple.

Hey!

He did not hesitate, and the cloak behind him, as the shadows blended into the night, disappeared.

After a while.

The blood rudder guards the law, with a few men, rushed to the scene.

"Take the body back, the boy gave it to me."

Blood rudder guardian law chased in the direction of Zhao Feng.

However, he was even more severely affected, and he was not very familiar with the "Soul Seal", and soon lost Zhao Feng's trace.

Inside the deep temple.

"The master of the church, the breath of the kid, I am still familiar, is a disciple of Xiaoyuezong, and there is a very pure ancient blood."

Blood rudder guarding the law, a respectful way.

"Not only is the ancient blood, he also has a very strong spiritual source, more than ten times higher than the spiritual talent of no secluded."

In the truss, a weak and empty voice was heard.

"How can this be?"

The blood rudder guardian law is obviously a little shocked.

No secluded, but a mysterious technique, a genius in a hundred years.

"This kind of genius, if it can be used for my 'dark secluded church', why can't revitalize my sacred religion. Fortunately, the ‘ghost seal’ on him will not dissipate within three years.”

The sound of the truss is eagerly awaited.

"The owner, the kid can't easily join the Faith. Last time I sent him an invitation and he was overcast."

Thinking of the last incident, the blood stasis is still somewhat sorrowful.

"When there are enough benefits, everything is possible."

The fragrant red light in the eyelids gradually turned to bleak, and finally said: "Immediately evacuate this place and rush to the 'Tielong Powerful Country', and the other two rudder rounds, the 13 alliances here, irrelevant."

Three days later.

Inside a hidden nest of Hengyun Tianlin.

Meow meow!

The little thief jumped happily on the branch and spit out a bronze coin.

Zhao Feng opened his eyes and saw a hidden spiritual wave, which disappeared from his body.

If you pay attention, you will find the smell of his body, some changes, it is even more strange. Recently. Zhao Feng has been obsessed with the secret books left by the Brawlers. Now, he is involved in the mysterious technique, and even one foot is getting started.

After this introduction, Zhao Feng realized that the spiritual source in the left eye space is so mysterious and powerful.

However, at present, this spiritual source, Zhao Feng can only use a small part, most of them are in a passive, even semi-sealed state, not at a critical moment, can not be sent.

Even so, Zhao Feng’s talent in this way is also unique.

bass!

Just then, a figure flew from the other side of the forest.

At the same moment, the bronze money of the little thief cat turned over and fell to the palm of his hand.

"Ok?"

Zhao Feng fixed his eyes and saw that the person who came is the white-browed old man!

Humph!

Zhao Feng leaped and fell on the opposite tree.

"Ah! It's you..."

The white-browed old man panicked.

Your majesty!

Zhao Feng issued two words on the spiritual level.

In an instant, the surrounding wind seems to be solidified. Only Zhao Feng’s cloak and blue hair are shining.

The white-browed old man was rushed into his mind with a concealed and powerful spiritual force, and his consciousness was lost in an instant.

Next, everything about him is not dominated by his own subjectivity and consciousness.

"Next, I ask, you answer."

Zhao Feng is at the height of the world, like the master of the world.

"Yes."

The old-fashioned old-fashioned man looks respectful as if he worshipped the emperor.

At this moment, his heart has been influenced by Zhao Feng, and even manipulated, so that he can commit suicide.