King of Gods

Semi-God Relics, Center Mausoleum.

Meow meow

The little thief cat holds the purple scale jade horn, sits on the king's beast, the fangs laugh, and the flag wins.

"You thief cat, don't return jade to me."

The dreams are shivering, and the beauty is like a dreamy face. It is amazed and annoyed.

However, the little thief cat successfully mastered the king's beast, but also did not need to fear the nightmare, but also rushed to this beautiful girl as a dream, straight face.

唰

The hustle and bustle of the sky above the head reveals a sneer and laughs and hides.

"This Zhao Feng, actually..."

Sunshine youth, my heart sinks.

He never expected that Zhao Feng, who seems to give up the blood of the gods, could come across the air and compete in the genius of the three kings.

in case.

Between the three kings of genius, the situation is balanced, Zhao Feng will not shoot.

And previously.

The situation was broken, Nangong Sheng fell into a disadvantage, the nightmare and the Sunshine Youth teamed up, and Zhao Feng took the shot.

"In this way, I and the nightmare, even if they join hands, it is difficult to have an overwhelming advantage. What's more, the king and the beast have already fallen to Zhao Feng."

Wen Luo'an face is cloudy and uncertain.

He faintly realized that Zhao Feng was out of the game, but he had the illusion of controlling the whole situation.

嗖

The glazed golden light flashed, the blood of the demigod, out of control, and went to the depths of the "central tomb."

"chase"

Nangong Sheng dragged a shadow of Xuan Yin and went straight.

nowadays.

The king's beast is controlled by the little thief, and Nangong Sheng is not even afraid of the combination of nightmare and Wen Luo'an.

Nightmare and Wen Luoan, look at each other.

Nightmare, naturally hope, can join hands to capture the purple scales.

Wen Luoan was slightly hesitant.

唰

A looming vain sorrow, once again on the head of the little thief cat, and a king of power.

The two changed their faces.

It is hard to imagine that the emptiness of the advent of the air will have the will of the king.

Under the guise of the cross, the two want to defeat the thief cat and the king's beast, and capture the purple scale jade angle, which is not difficult.

Meow ~

The little thief cat manipulates the king and the beast, ignoring the two, and chasing the blood of the demigod.

Nightmare and Wen Luo'an, after all, did not easily start, put the goal on the "blood of the demigod."

Not much time.

Several people caught up with the South Palace.

嗡

Nangong St. promotes the secret of space, and will control the blood of the demigod.

at this time.

The little thief cat, Wen Luoan, nightmare, all chased up.

Wen Luo'an did not say anything, facing Nangong Sheng, a rush to chase.

"Zhao Feng still does not help me."

Nangong Sheng shouted.

He can judge the master of the cross.

Seems to get a response.

Meow ~

The little thief cat manipulated the king's beast, attacking the nightmare, Nangongsheng.

Suddenly.

There was a scuffle on the field.

The little thief and the Nangong St. joined forces to deal with the nightmare and Wen Luoan.

Regardless of the affiliation of "the blood of the demigod", the two sides have their own camps, first join hands to resist strong enemies.

"That Zhao Feng's cross-empty, can be shot at any time."

Sunshine youth is tight and communicates with the nightmare.

at this time.

Wen Luo'an has a feeling that the biggest enemy is not Wen Luoan, but Zhao Feng.

As the saying goes, 螳螂 螳螂 蝉, the oriole is behind.

Zhao Feng is outside the bureau, and he does not really get stuck in it.

perhaps.

Zhao Feng does not have the power to compete with the genius of the three kings, but he is at the height of a "outside the chess game" and controls the whole game.

"But we can't easily give up the blood of the demigod."

I don’t know if this is a nightmare.

Once the Nangong is holy, it is easy to get the blood of the demigod and promote the real king.

The genius of the three kings, all in a stalemate for the blood of the gods, there is no retreat.

at this time.

Zhao Feng sat in the book house and looked at the book in peace.

"Not bad, a drop of blood of the gods, holding the genius of the three kings."

Zhao Feng’s mouth twitched with a smile.

Successfully won the control of the king and the beast, Zhao Feng knows that the victory is already half, belonging to himself.

As early as when he retired from the Yangxin Temple, Zhao Feng had a plan. The core was to seek the Zilin jade.

after all.

Zhao Feng wants to be geniuses with the three kings, and they are confronted with each other. They are still somewhat reluctant, and they are indeed half-lined.

However, after getting the purple scale jade angle, the situation tends to Zhao Feng.

He is no longer afraid and contends with the genius of the three kings.

唰唰唰

Zhao Fengfei quickly read the ancient books in the book.

Because of the time, he carefully read the contents of the book.

I do not know why, Zhao Feng has an illusion, these books, there is a kind of spirituality, it seems to contain a mysterious spiritual power.

"With a day or two, I can read the book in the library."

Zhao Feng’s intention is that there is a look.

He was completed very quickly with a limit of fifty copies a day.

Zhao Feng has more hearts and is placed in the center of the tomb.

The genius of the three kings, as well as the thief's cats, is difficult to resolve.

Short time.

It is difficult for any of the four parties to control the blood of the demigod and carry it away.

One day later.

The blood of the demigod brought everyone to the depths of the central mausoleum.

In the central mausoleum, there is a strong sinister ghost, and sometimes there are some powerful grievances.

There are many grievances, and they are kings before they were born.

Even after it became a grievance, its ability to dissipate more than half, but it is enough to bring some trouble to the genius of the three kings.

Even more terrible, there are still a handful of relatively complete kings of grievances, turned into "the ghost of ghosts."

Fortunately.

These grievances, certain fears of the blood of the demigod, do not dare to be too close.

Otherwise, a few grievances of ghosts and ghosts, coupled with a large number of powerful grievances, may bring disaster to several people.

Meow meow

The little thief cat manipulates the king's beast, and bites the blood of the demigod.

In this central mausoleum, following the blood of the demigod, the threat of the forbidden land can be reduced by 70%.

"It is a forbidden zone in the semi-god's relics. Under the king, it is basically a life of nine deaths. Even if it is the king, it is more difficult to retreat."

Zhao Feng through the senses of the little thief cat, only feels creepy.

The genius of the three kings is also chilling.

However, they have no retreat.

Followed by "the blood of the demigod", it is the safest, but also represents the greatest gain.

"Nan Gong Sheng, I have a suggestion."

The nightmare suddenly began.

"What advice?"

Nangong is not cold and not light.

Now, he has the help of a little thief cat, completely not afraid of the combination of nightmare and Wen Luoan.

"We are two people, first join hands to bring the blood of the demigod, take out the central mausoleum. At that time, we will negotiate the distribution of the blood of God."

The nightmare proposes.

Nangong Sheng listened, and some changes.

This central mausoleum is too horrible, and there are still no taboos and dangers.

"However, let anyone keep the blood of the demigod?"

Nangong Holy Road.

at this time.

The two sides of the horse, together to control the blood of the demigod.

However, in the passage of the mausoleum, there are sometimes strong grievances and even ghosts and ghosts.

Everyone will be attacked and unable to stand together.

In the face of the impact of the king-level grievances, everyone must try to dodge.

Meow meow

The little thief cat quickly swayed his claws and took the initiative to ask for it.

The Nangong Holy Face is different.

"No"

The Sunshine Youth immediately vetoed.

Behind the little thief cat, there is Zhao Feng in, the means of crossing the air, prevent accidental defense.

For a time.

There were differences in the cooperation intentions of the four people.

Put the blood of the demigod in any one of them, and the other three are not at ease.

at this time.

唰

A emptiness, floating on the heads of several people.

The genius of the three kings, a glimpse of the heart.

Sunshine youth and nightmare, hate teeth itch.

"Zhao Shidi, what do you think?"

Nan Gong Sheng asked.

A few people, looking at the top of the sky, the look is a bit complicated.

That Zhao Feng, whose strength is not as strong as the greatest genius of the king, but he controls the situation and initiative.

"It's very simple for you to try and divide the blood of the demigod into four. This is fair."

On the top of the head, there was an empty voice.

A breath of the king's mightyness shrouded an area.

"Divided into four?"

A few people are brows.

This method, they did not think about it.

But the blood of the demigod, the power of power, is too horrible.

First of all, the division of the blood of the gods into four, its feasibility, remains to be suspected.

God's blood is a drop, a whole.

Again.

God blood has a certain spirituality, even consciousness.

If it is forcibly dividing the blood of God and letting the blood blew itself, then the terrible power can make the king's level annihilate.

"Oh, if you forcibly divide the blood of God, you will inevitably let the blood of God struggle and kill its spiritual consciousness. Wait until the sense of rebellion of the blood of the gods is minimized. My ‘empty things, maybe you can directly ingest them.’

Zhao Feng is playing his own abacus.

Several people were dubious and decided to try one or two.

Meow meow

The shadow of the little thief in the hands of the cat killed the blade, thrown into the air, suspended above the blood of the demigod.

"Well, you cooperate, integrate strength into killing the emperor, and work together to divide the blood."

Zhao Feng proposed.

The genius of the three kings, nodded slightly.

Shadow killing the emperor blade is the saint of the shadow killing. To a certain extent, neglecting the defense, it is more suitable for cutting the blood of God.

嗡

Focusing on the thief cat, the power of the genius of the three kings is introduced into the shadow of the emperor.

however.

That shadow kills the emperor's blade, has not yet squatted, and changed.

Bang

The blood of the demigod is struggling, and a flame of glass is erupting. Its power is powerful enough to discolor any king.

嘭嘭嘭嘭

Nangong Sheng, Nightmare, Wen Luo'an, and the king's beasts were all shaken out.

among them.

The nightmare of the nightmare overflowed with a trace of blood, with a cold face, and a hateful stare at "Zhao Feng" and took a look.

Several people looked at the "Zhao Feng" eyes, and some were not good.

If it is not, it is only a illusory eye, and a few people may even hate Zhao Feng at the same time.

"misunderstanding"

Zhao Feng smiled, the blood of this demigod, like a living being, would feel fear.

The dog will jump into the wall, and the blood of the demigod will be determined by the jade.

Zhao Feng’s “segmentation” proposal ended in failure.

Wen Luoan has a feeling of being fooled.

Divide the blood of God? This is a pit, standing and talking without backache.

嗡咻

The blood of the demigod shakes the genius of the four kings, and the breath is slightly dim, drilling deeper into the tomb.

"Fast chase"

A few people have no time to blame Zhao Feng, chasing the blood of the demigod.

"The blood of the demigod, the breath falls, and in two days, its spiritual consciousness will be consumed and lost.

Zhao Feng’s cross-empty emptiness disappeared from the air.

His heart returned to the library.

"There are still dozens of books left."

Zhao Feng reached out and found that the book had no resistance. The time limit of the last two or three days seems to have shrunk.

He didn't think much, just sighed, and there were dozens of books left in the bookstore.