King of Gods

The one-horned beast, covered in a layer of purple scales, surrounded by purple electric flames, exudes a grand king of Wei Li, descending above the pool.

The nightmare is under the guardianship of the king, and it is less than half a mile.

Yang Xin Temple, near the pool.

The genius of the Holy Land, in the shock, all held their breath.

Under such a close distance, there are kings and strange animals sitting in the town, no one can stop the nightmare.

"Does the blood of the demigod fall into the hands of the nightmare."

Lei Zhen, South Brother and others, face each other.

These two geniuses also cast their eyes on Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng gave birth to the will of the half-step king, forming a breath of mighty power, which may be able to disturb the nightmare.

As for the ink Tian Yu, he came out from the thousand secluded sects, and did not compete with the nightmare.

"If the blood of the demigod is really taken away by her, there is nothing to say."

Zhao Feng’s left-handed, staring at the nightmare and the blood of the demigod.

He is self-satisfied and cannot compete with the combination of nightmares and kings.

The blood of the demigod, with the power of horror and power, has its own vulgarity.

If the blood of the demigod is just an item without spirituality, it is easy to take away. Zhao Feng’s “empty things” have long been successful.

Under the gaze of many geniuses.

The nightmare is a little closer to the blood of the demigod.

On her dreamy beauty, she had a reddish smudge and a tight breath.

"A drop of blood in the demigod actually contains such a powerful power..."

The dream is awkward and I feel an unprecedented effort.

This is still the case of the king's mighty guardian.

Every time she approaches a step, she feels that the rejection of hostility from the "blood of the demigod" is more obvious.

嗡

The blood of the demigod, the golden light of the glass, the invisible power of the gods, rushing in all directions.

Time.

The entire Yang Xin Dian, flying sand and stone, the horrible power of the gods, produced a tornado cyclone.

嘭嘭嘭

Near the pool, there are many geniuses, and the body flies out.

Wow

Some geniuses that are close together, vomiting blood to the ground.

Lei Zhen's mouth corner, overflowing with a trace of blood, the body back a few feet.

South brother and Mo Tianyu, the body shape has a few steps back.

"really."

Zhao Feng stood in the same place, his body shape.

The most recent nightmare, there is the king Wei Li guard, still snoring, blood and blood, Jiao Yan, wiped a blush, beautiful beauty.

"This nightmare, **** talent, biased towards the soul system, the flesh is not strong. If you change to me, it may be successful."

Zhao Feng’s heart is dark.

It turns out that even the ordinary king can't easily take the blood of the demigod.

Some geniuses in the room, a little relieved.

But the nightmare didn't give up, she still has the greatest possibility to get the blood of the demigod.

"receive"

Under the blessing of the king Wei Li, the nightmare was lightly handed, and a mysterious suction was shrouded in the blood of the demigod.

The naked eye is faintly visible with a transparent dream glimmer that wraps the blood of the demigod.

嗡

The blood of the demigod is like a wise creature, struggling.

Boom

The unicorn and the beast whispered, and the king's mighty force came, and the nearby void was infiltrated by a layer of purple electric flame.

The two joined forces and barely curbed the "blood of the half god."

嗡 轰 —— ——

The power of the blood of the demigod is the pressure of the wheel, and the space around the wheel.

The geniuses near the pool were once again smashed and pond fish, one by one, and far away.

"Retreat first"

Zhao Feng resisted the power of the blood of the demigod, and slowly retreated.

Simultaneously.

The corner of his eyes, looking at the sun on the roof, the young man, the heart is vigilant.

However, Wen Luo'an eyes, staring at the blood of the demigod, does not seem to pay too much attention to Zhao Feng.

"Let this girl, first consume some of the spiritual power of the blood of the demigod."

The Sunshine Youth is holding hands.

Some of the pressures that have swept through it have had no effect on him.

at this time.

Most of the geniuses, feared and uneasy, mostly withdrew from the Shizhang area.

In a short time, no one has dared to compete with the nightmare for "the blood of the demigod."

Suddenly.

The nightmare became the only protagonist near the pool.

"Nan Gong brother, why didn't you come over?"

What Zhao Feng thought of, asked Dong Wenjian on the side.

In the ten days of the Holy Land, Nangong Sheng ranked first, and if he came, he might be able to compete with the nightmare.

"Nan Gong brother, still collecting Kun sword, and now should get the news."

Dong Wenjian said.

On the side of the Yangxin Temple, there was already someone who went to Wanbaolou to inform the "Nangong Sheng".

At the edge of the pool, only the nightmare is left, trying to ingest the blood of the demigod.

She did her best, just let the blood of the demigod, close to herself, a little closer

"If you wait for 'Nang Gong Sheng, come over, then the situation is complicated."

The nightmare is urgent.

Time, a little passing.

The blood of the demigod is still struggling.

Everyone in the room is also nervous.

After all, the blood of the demigod is getting closer and closer to the hand of the nightmare.

"What kind of nightmare is it to control the king's beast?"

Zhao Feng’s figure is slowly retreating.

quickly.

His gaze was fixed on the other hand of the nightmare, a purple scale jade horn, never leaving his hand.

"It turned out to be."

Zhao Feng immediately understood.

If there is no external force to help, even if the nightmare has the blood of the Taikoo Manchu list, it is difficult to control the king and the beast.

just.

Zhao Feng does not understand why this purple scale jade horn can be a "cheating" existence and can control the king and the beast in the semi-god.

He wants to come and think, there is only one possibility - the purple scale jade horn, itself from the semi-god relics, and through special refining, can control the unicorn.

"Zhao Shidi, are you not involved in the competition?"

South brother and Dong Wenjian, see Zhao Feng more and more far away, some puzzled.

In the genius of the scene, Zhao Feng gave birth to the will of the half-step king, most likely to disturb the nightmare.

"The blood of the demigod, I will give up the competition first."

Zhao Feng replied.

Let me talk about it.

He went further and further and left the courtyard where the pool was located.

"Retreating 10,000 steps, even if I was lucky enough to grab the blood of the demigod, I could not retreat under the attack of many powerful enemies such as Nightmare, King, and Sunshine Youth."

Zhao Feng has a calculation.

and so.

In his first step, he decided to withdraw from the battle of the blood of the demigod.

This is not a fake.

Zhao Feng really left the "Heart of Hearts".

Meow meow

Zhao Feng reached out and gave the little thief a cat.

The little thief, playing with the wine cellar, was very dissatisfied with the madness of Zhao Feng.

A sip of alcohol, the smoked Zhao Feng brows.

The soul of the ice soul.

Zhao Feng's left squat, like a blue abyss, hail is very cold, thoroughly through the heart of the little thief cat.

Meow ~

The little thief took a clever and awake a few points.

"Little thief cat, you stay in the Yangxin Temple."

Zhao Feng ordered.

The little thief cat glanced at the direction of the nightmare, the king's beast, and the small head shook like a rattle.

It is the spiritual pet of the agile class. The physical strength is not strong. Can you bear the power of the blood of the demigod?

That unicorn, a beggar, I am afraid that it will be delaminated.

"You stay here and give me a whistle."

Zhao Feng naturally did not expect to let the little thief cats compete for the blood of the demigod.

With its physique, I am afraid that even the blood of a half **** cannot be approached.

Meow meow

The little thief finally nodded, a pair of cats, dripping straight, and soon revealed a hint of blackmail, and made a stroke to Zhao Feng.

"Well? You understand my plan."

Zhao Feng has a slight glimpse.

The little thief cat is worthy of the old fox possession, so quickly understand the intention of Zhao Feng.

唰

The little thief cat disappeared in the same place, disappeared, and his body shape was hidden in the Yangxin Temple, in a corner.

Zhao Feng sat in the domesticated flames immediately, followed by two monks.

"As long as the nightmare is such a strong hand, staying in the Yangxin Temple has no practical meaning to me. And in the state of the heavens, I can have a complete will of the king!"

He did not return in one step and left the Temple of Nursing.