King of Gods

"Taiwan Wanzu bloodline"

When the sound came out, the whole virtual sea arena was sensational.

The mythical blood of the ancient times has been reproduced in ancient times. How much impact will this bring to the world?

The "high-skinned youth" who also came from the spiritual sanctuary, the face is changed, but it is too late to stop the blood of the short-haired boy.

Plop

In the arena, a large number of extraterritorial powerhouses, from the **** soul of the shaking and shaking.

Repaired as a strongman below the half-step Dan Yuanjing, the knees bend involuntarily and squat on the ground.

Even some of the Dan Yuan sages, there is a pressure in the blood soul, want to worship the "short hair boy" of the Holy Land.

On the arena.

The short-haired boy's blood is turned on, the whole body's skin is like a scale, and it is tough and thick. It is like a giant beast that stands proudly, and the horrible atmosphere is shrouded in "Zi Zun Er."

"It turned out to be the blood of the ancient myth..."

Purple Zun has a bitter face and has bent over half of his knees.

Under the powerful blood of the Taikoo people, they face the giant beasts like ants, have not yet confronted, and their bodies and minds have been defeated.

Just two people joined forces to strike, only in the short-haired teenager, leaving a large blood mark on the nail.

And that scar, under the blood of the Taikoo people, healed in an instant.

"A strong defense resilience, this is the power of the blood of the Taikoo family?"

Zhao Feng’s body and soul have a feeling of trepidation.

In addition to the banned eyes of the gods, even his blood power was completely suppressed, a slight tremor.

The blood power was completely suppressed. In this case, Zhao Feng was the first to encounter.

怦怦怦怦

The suppressed blood, the sigh of breath, passed to the banned eyes of the gods; the heartbeat of the heart, from the eyes of the gods, frequently jumped.

After all, Zhao Feng’s blood power is a by-product of the god’s eye.

"roll"

The blood power of the short-haired teenager is raised to the extreme, a layer of dark black light, like an unscrupulous black tornado, bursting open, straight into the square one or two hundred feet.

嘭嘭

Purple Zun Er is almost screaming at the same time, the body flies out, the whole body is **** and fuzzy, like being crushed and crushed by the beasts.

"Ah--"

The **** body of the two men rolled down from the arena.

Several referees of the Great Danyuan have been stunned for a moment, full of horror.

"Jiang Fan, thirty-one winning streak, not thirty-two consecutive victories..."

One of the referees, the voice was stuttering.

At the moment.

The short-haired boy "Jiang Fan" of the blood of the Taikoo people, the horrible power burst, directly blasted a small Dan Yuan Jing and the peak.

hiss

All the people in the audience took a sigh of relief, and under the pressure of the primitive blood of the ancients, the heart was trembled.

No one can stand before the crew of Zhao Feng.

Loulan's watery body is soft and soft, leaning on Zhao Feng's body, only barely hold on.

However, anyone who can hold on, the blood of the body is faintly stimulated.

"Ha ha ha... who else challenges?"

Jiang Fan proudly smiled and stunned the eight-year-old Taigu and the blood of the people, so that the people around him could not breathe.

Where the short-haired boy "Jiang Fan" has passed, the oppression of the blood of the Taikoo people is like coming to the body.

Many people, mind and body are like lightning strikes.

Some people who want to challenge nearby have lowered their heads.

"The breath of the blood of this ancient and ancient people, and the ‘dreams that I absorbed, are too old-fashioned. It seems to have some similarities in homology.”

The blood of Zhao Feng was suppressed by death, but it was also stimulated.

In particular, his blood is connected to the eye of the god.

"Ok?"

The short-haired boy’s gaze suddenly swept across an area.

"Large Taikoo atmosphere, is there any other blood of the Taikoo Manchu list..."

The blood of short-haired teenagers produces a wonderful touch.

唰

His keen eye was fixed on Zhao Feng.

怦怦怦怦

Zhao Feng's divine eyes, frequent beats; the feeling of a little familiarity, also derived from some of the dreams absorbed by the body is too ancient, not completely integrated into the body's blood.

boom

With the short-haired teenager's gaze, Zhao Feng’s body and mind are shaking, as if ushered in the frontal impact of a wild beast.

That deliberate pressure is stronger than others.

“It’s the top mythical blood between heaven and earth...”

Zhao Feng's whole body blew and suffocated.

Fortunately, his life constitution, under the impetus of "the sea whale heart blood" and "dream nature too ancient breath", is comparable to the great Dan Yuanyuan.

if not.

In exchange for any half-step Dan Yuanjing, and even some small Dan Yuanjing, you may have to vomit blood.

"Interesting, your blood power seems to have some origins with the blood of the Taikoo people..."

Short-haired teenagers have a bright eye.

From Zhao Feng's body, that sigh of similar homology has aroused his warfare and induction.

even.

In the short-lived moments of his family's blood, there is an illusion of threatening the enemy.

Short-haired teenagers will make everyone marvel.

Many spectators have looked at Zhao Feng.

Unexpectedly, the same place, there will be a presence close to the blood of the ancient times.

"It is a pity that it is not possible to cultivate Dan Yuan."

The short-haired teenager shook his head slightly, a little pity, and took up the war.

call

Zhao Feng is a little relieved, and the blood pressure from the short-haired boy is too big.

He does not deny that there is a big gap with the blood of the Taikoo people.

That "Zi Zun two absolutely", a small Dan Yuanjing late, a small Dan Yuanjing peak, have been directly bombarded

Switching to him and the lord will be the same ending.

"Without the use of **** eyes, I am likely to be bombarded by him. And the blood of the Taikoo people is so strong against the sky, ‘the emptiness of the sky, may not be able to kill it.”

Zhao Feng calmly analyzed.

After some analysis.

He is fascinated by the horror of the genius of the spiritual sanctuary.

It is no wonder that "Zhao Yufei" will be selected as the heir by "Zi Sheng Remnant".

We must know that the purple night lord also has the thin blood of the Taikoo people. During the peak period, it is the "Xuanguangjing" that transcends the virtual gods. It is only one step away from the heavenly order.

"You are here, junior, hahaha..."

A cold laughter came from the other end of the arena.

The owner of the speech is the owner of the ink shirt.

"It's him……"

The two women who are charming and charming, seeing Zhao Feng in the crowd, can not help but be shocked.

"Ha ha ha... The juniors broke through the iron shoes and finally let the old man find you."

The red light of the ink shirt is gratifying.

Time

The great power of Da Dan Yuan Jing was over the head of Zhao Feng.

"This old is not dead"

Zhao Feng looked slightly, but did not expect to meet the dry cloud three elders again.

That day.

Zhao Feng dug away the blood of the sea whales in advance, and in the two major Danyuan lords, the left and right sides of the source, and finally put on the ink shirt and respect the Lord.

"It is the three elders of Ganyun Pavilion."

There were some comments in the crowd, and many people recognized the identity of the owner.

after all.

In the vicinity of the Ganyun Pavilion, it is the second-star tyrant of the second-star sect. It is at least as strong as the "Red Moon Magic".

唰嗖

The old man in the ink shirt fluttered in front of Zhao Feng, with a cold face.

"The juniors, the surviving of the sea whales will not be investigated."

The old man in the ink shirt has a good voice and has not made a big publicity.

After all, it involves the legendary gem of the sea whale heart blood, the old man of the ink shirt does not want to make things too big, attracting more peeping of the strong.

"Oh, the heart of the blood is originally what we have in the sea whales, and what is the relationship with you. What's more, the blood of the heart has been used up."

Zhao Feng's slow voice.

In the virtual sea hall, he is not worried about the old man in the shirt.

According to the "Pony" that leads the way, no matter how chaotic the outside is, the "virtual sea spirit hall" will be the pure land of the tranquility of the sea.

Because behind the scenes of the Virtual Sea Spirit Hall, it is the Holy Land of the Spirit.

Even the two-star sect, the king of the virtual gods, dare not make trouble here.

None of the historical troublemakers can live out of the virtual sea hall.

"The junior will take care of the old man's huge body of the giant sea whale, and the amount of blood in his heart is enormous. You hand over the remaining blood of the heart, and the old man still does not care."

The old man in the ink shirt sneered.

He is not a fool. He knows that there are still a lot of sea whales in the hands of Zhao Feng.

"Do not give"

Zhao Feng turned a blind eye. He obtained the blood of the sea whale and was not directly related to the old man.

"When you are in the virtual sea hall, I dare not shoot you. But I Yunge, in the vicinity of several islands, is the top three strong, and you have the ability to leave the virtual sea hall."

The old man in the ink shirt sneered, leaving his sleeves.

In the virtual sea hall, he did not dare to do it.

But he does not believe that Zhao Feng has been shrinking, not to the virtual sea hall.

唰

The old man of the ink shirt just left, a short-haired boy, falling to the front of Zhao Feng.

"Jiang Fan"

Zhao Feng whispered, everyone around him, his heart screamed.

"In Xia Jiangfan, from the ‘真武圣地, dare to ask the brother to honor his name.”

Jiang Fan smiled slightly.

In the arena, many spectators are a bit surprised.

This arrogant sacred genius, he will take the initiative to get to know Zhao Feng.

In the eyes of Jiang Fan, he also took a deep interest and looked at Zhao Feng.

This scene.

Falling into the eyes of the singer who had just left the sleeves, the sneer on his face was slightly stiff.

If Zhao Feng and the Holy Land genius climb the relationship, then even if he is a Yun Yunge, he dare not move Zhao Feng easily.

"Not only Zhao Feng."

Zhao Feng and the two sacred geniuses, greeted.

Short-haired teenager, with the blood of Taikoo Wan nationality, named Jiang Fan.

The tall and thin youth, who has the great Dan Yuanyuan, is named Chen Yilin.

While two sacred geniuses looked at Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng was also looking at them.

In particular, "Jiang Fan" has the blood of the Taikoo people.

"The dream is too ancient, can improve my physical physique, and let the blood purification to the ancestors. And this ancient and ancient blood, has a similar flavor. What is the relationship between the two."

Zhao Feng is in his heart.

Invisible, he is too old-fashioned in dreams, pays more attention to it, and produces all kinds of speculations.

"This young boy, there is a thin and ancient atmosphere in the blood force, even if it is not the blood of the ancient times, it is also the strong blood of the era, beyond the blood of later generations."

Two sacred geniuses did not despise Zhao Feng.

Even in the spiritual sanctuary, the blood of the Taikoo people is the top bloodline qualification, only individual existence.

Outside the Holy Land, I was able to see the qualifications of the blood of the "Taiwan Wanbangbang". Two sacred geniuses were surprised.