King of Gods

When it was said that it was too late, in the moment when the lord of the ancestral hall panicked and lost, Zhao Feng fully urged the blood and blood of the ice, and both palms went away.

Snoring

Zhao Feng’s “Ice Blue Gun Shadow” has a deep breath and exudes an ancient Emperor’s hustle and bustle, as if extending from the endless ice field.

"Canopy"

The ground order inherits the broken "ice and blue gun shadow" of the **** soldiers, destroying the general and destroying the horror of the lord.

Immediately, a hegemonic cold force from the heavens and the earth spreads over the body of the ancestral hall, and the surface of the latter's body is a little bit chilled.

The temperament of the sorrowful lord, the body shape repeatedly retreats, but it is extremely cold and slow.

"dead"

Zhao Feng urged the blood force to maintain the broken "ice blue gun shadow", launched a second strike, and swept away.

When you are in the air, there is a mysterious and blue ice gunshot in the void, the endless eternal cold, raging all directions.

"咔嚓"

The other bone arm left by the ancestral lord, instantly chilled, chilled and brittle, was swept off by a gun and peeled off.

At this moment, his arms are no longer there, only the bones and the legs.

"You can't do this -"

Seeing that the "owner of the ancestral hall" was a little bit immersed in ice, the eyes were full of fear, trying to push the secret technique and further crushing the source of life.

Zhao Feng is fully committed to maintaining the broken ice and blue gun shadow, but the ground-level gods are illusory, but it seems to be somewhat unstable.

The feeling of succession is very obvious.

"With my blood power, I can't sustain the shadow of the soldiers. Over time, the control will be more and more declining."

唰

Zhao Feng smiled lightly, the blood power converges, and the "ice blue gun shadow" suspended in front of him is instantly hidden.

"Wind and thunder"

Zhao Feng's body is full of wind and thunder, and it blooms brightly. A twisted wind thunder beam emerges between the palms and is compressed to the extreme.

Well

The center of the wind thunderbolt faintly flashed a faint faint purple, and swelled, bursting out a distorted fan-shaped wind and thunder wave, thunder slamming, swaying the void, instantly annihilating dozens of areas.

"啼轰", the main body of the chilly body of the chilly body was smashed by the "wind and thunder" and fell to the back of the tomb.

That palm, almost broke the "owner", broke the gold and silver bones of the non-adult shape, and fell to the ground.

"You...do you hold the fragments of the ground gods in your hands..."

The bones of the main body of the ancestral hall were almost divided and fell in the mausoleum, struggling.

He was shocked and shocked.

Just now, in the hands of Zhao Feng, if the "third-level strike of the ground-level gods and soldiers" was launched, it would be enough to kill the smashing lords.

But Zhao Feng did not do that, but took the blood force back.

In fact, if Zhao Feng is reluctant, he can maintain the illusory atmosphere of the "Ice Emperor Gun" and launch another one or two strikes - even if his blood power is exhausted.

唰

Zhao Feng swayed and fell into the tombs, raised his feet and stepped on the head of the ancestral hall.

"The thief junior, you have to kill it..."

The lord of the church humiliated the anger, but there was not much struggle.

He completely lost to Zhao Feng.

When the local stage gods appear in the virtual shadow, the victory and defeat will be fixed. Unless it is the complete state of the Dan Yuan, the power can be dealt with.

"Can't be so cheap for him..."

Zhao Feng squinted and swept the body of the gold and silver skeleton of the priest.

The other side's skeleton body, its hard strength, Zhao Feng deep experience, this is the body of the Sacred-level bones, previously had a hard attack against the white elders and the rainy month of the kendo attack.

Zhao Feng made up his mind to enslave the powerful skeleton of the ancestral lord.

No matter how bad it is, there is a pile of gold and silver skeletons in front of you, which is also an excellent material for refining ghosts.

Therefore, Zhao Feng did not use the shadow of the gods in the ground, and launched the third killing to kill the lord.

"Hey, Lord, you have two choices now. First, die your body and become the material of my refining ghosts. Second, obedience, become my slavery."

Zhao Feng is very direct.

"You... shameless junior..."

The priest was stunned and stunned. He just wanted to struggle. His head was trampled under the foot of Zhao Feng, and he giggled.

Zhao Feng wants to kill him, only between one thought.

The body of the lord of the ancestral hall is basically scattered, and the combat power is less than 10%, which is difficult to resist.

He is not able to reluctantly provoke a good spirit, to launch the last counterattack, or to escape.

However, when I think of Zhao Feng’s terrible **** eyes, I’m almost immune to the mental assault.

Zhao Feng’s spiritual eyes are locked in the sacred lord. The other party has any change. He only needs to launch a “bonfire” to end his life.

The locked ancestor is naturally aware of this.

"Senior... I don't believe in this seat. You can use my body after death as a corpse material. Are you also proficient in ghosts?"

The lord gave up the struggle, and the eyes flashed a bit of blackmail.

The value of his use is the last chance to negotiate with Zhao Feng.

And Zhao Feng is now clarifying that even if he is dead, he can use his dead bones.

In this regard, the priests questioned, once denied this, Zhao Feng will not easily kill him.

If a little value is not recycled, then killing the former Dan Yuan sage, and wanting to change to any strong one, will be somewhat unwilling.

唰唰

Zhao Feng was on the side of his side, and suddenly there were two dark silver poisonous corpses, and the breath was as high as God.

The eyes of the ancestral hall are flashing, and with his vision, it is natural to see the strength of these two dark silver poison corpses.

Moreover, Zhao Feng’s hand in the hands of a black, autumn-looking pearl caused the attention of the lord.

Two dark silver poison corpses were taken from the black beads.

"The bead..."

The heart of the priest was a slam.

He is proficient in ghosts and secrets, otherwise he can't cultivate himself into this appearance, in order to escape the encirclement and catastrophe of the past ten continents.

Even on the doctrine of this Tao, the lord of the temple is the most prominent existence in the entire Qinghua mainland.

The "Wan Guizhu" in the hands of Zhao Feng is the sacred sacred sacred sect outside the Weishen area. It is from the generation of "Ghost Emperor".

This 10,000 ghost beads faintly reveals a trace of ghostly atmosphere, let the ancestral spirits jump wildly, and then carefully sense, the power of the ghosts in the body, a shudder of tremors, there is a illusion of desire to worship.

"My patience is limited, I die, or I am enslaved."

Zhao Feng has some intolerance.

The look on his face was not deliberate. The aftermath of the Hengyun area should be resolved as soon as possible, and he can safely go to the big country of the canopy.

The main face of the ancestral hall is faint and faint, and the gaze is between Zhao’s left-handed and Wan Guizhu.

The eyes of the gods make the priests fear and fear, and their hearts are weak.

Wan Guizhu, he made uncontrollable greed.

"If you are not enslaved, I will die. If you promise, there will be at least a glimpse of the opportunity to turn over in the future. Once successful, the beads will be earned by me..."

After the lord of the lord was weighed, he finally got a decision.

The "wan ghosts" in the hands of Zhao Feng caused the intense curiosity and fatal temptation of the priests.

With his hundreds of years of experience in life, I have never seen this kind of ghostly sacred device. I am afraid I can't find a second piece on the whole continent.

Once he can reverse the success, the harvest will not be estimated.

"I promised that you will be enslaved. But correspondingly, you also need to promise, let me have autonomous intelligence.

The lord of the temple is faint and makes compromises.

"it is good"

Zhao Feng thought a little and agreed to the requirements of the lord.

There are two ways to enslave the lord.

The first one, refining him into a ghost corpse, whose original intellectual consciousness will cease to exist, or completely loses autonomy.

The second is to control the ancestral master through some kind of secret technique, but the latter has a sense of autonomy, but succumbs to Zhao Feng because of the threat of life.

The first method, the lord of the church, can never agree, preferring to die.

If he is completely a ghost corpse enslaved by Zhao Feng, he is a shackle without self-awareness, even worse than the demise.

The second method, at least, has a small chance.

For example, when Zhao Feng is dead, the lord can recover freedom.

therefore.

The second method, for the controller, is risky and requires strong strength and control.

After all, this lord is in the peak period, it is the Dan Yuan sage, the means are endless, and it is insidious and cunning.

Imagine that an ordinary strong enslaved him and was killed by a counterattack. That is not a minute.

"The second method, although somewhat risky, is a wise slave who plays a greater role than a scorpion corpse of the same class."

Zhao Feng is well aware of this.

But he did not hesitate to agree to this request.

Zhao Feng has confidence in his own strength and growth, and he has the confidence to control the lord.

have a rest.

Zhao Feng was sitting in front of the head of the ancestral hall, and he was brewing his heart and soul.

The thief cat sat next to him and always supervised the lord.

Two dark silver poison corpses are listed on the left and right of the ancestral hall.

In the eyes of the lord of the temple, the red flames are faint, and there is no light. The heart sighs. This junior is not generally cautious.

After half an hour.

Zhao Feng successfully integrated the "muse of the heart" into the soul of the lord.

This time, the kind of meditation is much different than the one that was planted in Lintong last time.

The last time, Zhao Feng was a kind of "muse of kindness" that was forcibly implanted. It was not deep. Once it was overreacted, it might cause the target to die.

This time, the lord of the ancestral hall needs to cooperate actively, so that the "meditation kind" can be planted into the depths of its heart.

Not only that.

This time, the "meditation kind" has been further improved. The consumption of Zhao Feng's heart and soul is very large. It is dozens of times last time, and the power naturally increases by a factor of two.

"This kind of control method, planted into the soul, involves the principle of the soul, and uses blood and blood to display, is it "the ban on the ban"..."

The lord of the ancestral hall is imaginary, but it cannot resist. It is also necessary to cooperate with Zhao Feng to put the "mold heart" into his own soul.

The power of the "muse of the heart", the lord of the temple has a deep understanding, as if there is a time bomb in the soul, you can always have your own life.

"Not bad."

Zhao Feng nodded with satisfaction.

This time, the "meditation kind" has a strong control. Through the eyes of the gods, an idea can make the heart of the lord's heart collapse and die.

"Even if I regained the peak strength of Dan Yuanjing, and mastered the evil spirits, I want to calm down and solve such kinds of soul ban, the success rate is less than one tenth."

The lord scattered in the ground, the look is extremely embarrassing and depressed.