King of Gods

"Zhuang Yuer."

The charming girl, in the remains of the purple sacred in the past, the true disciple of the Moon Demon Temple, and the "Ye Yu Yu" of Jingyue Lingzong, evenly divided.

After many years, Zhuang Yuer has broken through to Danyuan.

This time.

She is the elder of the sect of the sect, coming to the Qinghua domain, supporting the Red Crescent, and the right to be a sect.

"Ok?"

When I heard someone shouting my name, Zhuang Yu’s eyes squinted into the crowd, a leisurely purple-haired youth.

After so many years, Zhao Feng’s appearance and temperament have changed a lot.

In particular, he is slightly morbid at this moment.

"Yes...is you"

Zhuang Yuer's charming and unparalleled beauty reveals a hint of inconspicuous panic.

The fear of fear, like conditioning, comes from a profound scene in memory.

In the past.

In the ruins of Zisheng, Zhao Feng comprehends the "empty emptiness" and kills all the squares, just like killing God.

Lu Tianyi, the water rhythm elders, silver and silver masters and other strong, all died in that nightmare memory.

At this time, the "nightmare" in memory seems to be close at hand.

The careless "purple hair youth" is looking at herself like a smile.

"Zhao Feng, he... how could he appear here?"

Zhuang Yuer’s face was white and his face was frightened.

at this time.

She has only one thought left: escape

In the past, Zhao Feng’s emptiness, in the remains of the Purple Holy See, can be staged as a “slaughter”.

After so many years, she could not estimate how Zhao Feng would make progress.

"The elders are retreating quickly -"

Zhuang Yuer rushed to the sound channel and quickly flew to the sky, meeting the mysterious old man in the **** robes.

"Well? What happened?"

The old man with **** moon, his face is wrong, he never saw Zhuang Yuer, and he was so scared and scared.

This scene caused the attention of the blood elders and others.

The grandfather of the lord of the heavens, the goddess of heaven, was so scared by Zhao Feng’s three words.

"Oh, want to run?"

Zhao Feng joked and laughed. In one step, he came to the **** old man and blocked the way of Zhuang Yuer.

He was looking for the trouble of the "Monster of the Moon", but he did not expect to encounter it so quickly.

"who are you?"

The **** old man, a face of dignified color.

Everyone’s every move, one breath and one suck, has an invisible artistic conception and exerts great oppression on him.

A similar feeling, he only felt from the elders of the Moon Devils.

Snapped

Zhao Feng slowly reached out and pressed it on the warm red shoulder of Zhuang Yuer.

Only by the strength of the **** body, she will give her a shackle of blood.

"you……"

Zhuang Yuer’s face was red and white, and the body was trembled, and there was no resistance.

The youth in the field of vision completely overlap with the nightmare in memory.

"stop"

The **** old man was shocked and sighed by the great power of the main level, affecting the environment that reversed one side of the world.

Below.

The big country that has just confronted and the Red Crescent Church feel an unspeakable world and the world is hard to breathe.

"Respect for the main level?"

The lord of Hong and the elders of the blood, also stopped fighting.

The cult of the Hong dynasty and Tie Mo, a look of surprise, Zhao Feng was only on the scene, they scared a saint.

As soon as he reached out, he controlled a Sayādaw and eclipsed the **** elders of the Lord.

now.

In the face of the **** old man, the master's shot, Zhao Feng is only a cold cry.

In an instant.

An invisible world of heaven and earth, shrouded in the **** old man.

Wow

The **** old man directly spit out a blood, only the whole body is banned, and the thinking consciousness can not be rebellious.

"You turned out to be..."

The **** old man, with a look of horror, the color of fear, is even thicker than Zhuang Yuer.

There is more incredible on his face.

"How... what's going on?"

The great kings of the canopy and the strong elite of the Red Crescent are somewhat dumbfounded.

Zhao Feng did not shoot at all, just a scorn, let the **** old man of the Lord's level directly vomit blood.

That invisible world of heaven and earth is only a small area.

Zhao Feng does this, he does not want to use the soul a lot, but more depends on the artistic conception and the use of the slightest soul.

Although he has a "death curse", the enlightened mood will not disappear or decline.

This is like a half-god child, with a high artistic conception.

The negative effect of the curse of the dead language, the fastest decline is the vitality of Shouyuan, followed by the real yuan, the soul, and the blood.

The slowest is the will of the great emperor.

The will itself is the enrichment of the artistic conception and is based on the power of the soul.

"How can it be……"

Zhuang Yuer is close at hand, the skin touches, and I feel the virtual power of Zhao Feng.

"That kid is evil... fast escape"

The elders of the blood felt a strong uneasiness, and the elders of the Moon Hall did not fight back in front of Zhao Feng.

咻嗖

He turned into a **** man, and went to the depths of the water bay.

"Humph"

Zhao Feng faintly looked at the direction of the elders.

boom

A willpower that runs through the heavens and the earth, like a sacred god, falls to the **** elders.

"what"

The **** elders screamed, and the soul instantly collapsed and fell from the air.

thump

The body of the **** elders fell into the forest below.

That scene, let the two sides shudder; the side of the Red Moon is even more creepy.

"A mind will kill the sage."

The cults of Hong and Tie Mo and others fell into a short period of sluggishness.

Such a means of ability, I am afraid that the whole continent can not find a person.

Even if it is the Red Crescent, it can't do this unless he is promoted to the king of the virtual god.

"Is it..."

The cult of Hong and Tie Mo looked at each other and raised a speculation that they could not imagine.

"The king is an adult...I am ignorant and ignorant, please forgive."

The **** old man is trembled.

Zhuang Yuer, the atmosphere does not dare to come out, the nightmare in memory, rises to an "invincible" level

Virtual **** king

This is placed in the vast sea of ​​the sea, standing at the tip of the pyramid, and it is expected to exist.

In the Qinghua area, the king of the virtual gods is only in the ancient books of mythology.

"The king Zhao Feng actually stepped into the king's level."

"It is no wonder that Zhao Jiaozhu, a thought, will kill the elders of the Red Moon."

On the side of the big country of the canopy, it was blown up.

The cults of Hong and Tie Mo, gaze at each other, are shocked in each other's eyes, and show a few ecstasy.

You must know that there is no one in the entire Qinghua domain.

In the iron and blood teaching, a virtual king of the gods was born. What kind of honor is this?

Hong Jiaozhu and Tie Mo, could not help but rejoice, the original choice, the reuse of Zhao Feng.

The birth of a king is enough to reverse the pattern of the mainland, and not any force can block it.

"The king..."

Qin Wang’s loss of life, unbelievable.

And the Red Moon Demon, the elite faculty, fell into despair one by one.

Under the king's view, they didn't even have the courage to escape - a **** elder, a living example.

"The king is an adult, what are you going to do, what are the conditions, you can come up."

The **** old man is bitter.

at this time.

Zhao Feng has already removed the vain power.

Even so, the **** old man and Zhuang Yuer did not dare to have any thoughts.

"Zhuang Yuer left you back to the ‘月魔殿, 传话: Within 100 days, if I don’t give Zhao a confession, I will kill her and let the Moon Hall be removed from Canghai.”

Zhao Feng slowly opened the way.

Hearing the words, the **** old man’s heart was shocked.

In particular, the last sentence, let the Moon Devil Hall, remove the name in Canghai.

In the face of Zhao Feng's indifferent and decisive voice, the **** old man has an absurd feeling, and he dare not doubt that Zhao Feng has this ability.

Actually.

With the strength of Zhao Feng, even if it falls under the king, it is not too difficult to destroy the Moon Hall.

Because his artistic conception will not disappear, and the decline of the will of the Great will be relatively slow.

Moreover, Zhao Feng’s speculation, at least one or two months, will fall below the virtual state. After all, there is a huge gap between the virtual state and the Dan Yuanjing.

"I will go here, I hope the king is an adult, don't hurt my nephew."

The **** old man took a deep breath.

He understands that he has no negotiating capital in front of the sacred king.

嗖

The **** old man turned into a **** moonlight, 100,000 hurried, flying to the empty sea outside the domain.

Zhuang Yuer’s pretty face is pale and deeply helpless.

She can't predict what it is like to wait for her own future.

But she knows that her own destiny in life will fall into the game between the sacred kings.

Next.

The elite of the Red Moon Demon below, the death of the dead, the drop.

A battle that could have been earth-shattering, because of the idea of ​​the king, it was reversed.

Zhao Feng is completely uninterested in the work of the aftermath.

"Strength, a lot of retrogression..."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel that although he still has the combat power of the Great Emperor, the soul and the blood of the Yuan are all declining.

Upon hearing this, the Hongjiao Master and Tie Mo and others were unable to twitch.

Zhuang Yuer is even more bitter and speechless.

Dare, the current Zhao Feng, is not the most peak state.

Zhao Feng is too lazy to explain that the gradual decline of strength has made him more clear about the purpose of this trip to Qinghua.

Immediately.

Zhao Feng gave a speech to Hong’s lord and Tie Mo.

"Liucheng Lord"

Zhao Feng’s gaze fell on the main body of Honghu City, taking him and Zhuang Yuer to the direction of the Six Witch Tower.

Along the way.

Zhuang Yuer acts as a coolie, calling out his own flying spirit, carrying several people to fly.

The owner of Honghu City, looking at Zhao Feng's eyes, is extremely complicated.

He did not expect that the young man who was "forced to marry" by himself had become a fabulous king.

This made him add some hope to the death and death of Liu Qinyi.

After a few hours.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a dark and dark hexagonal tower.

When Zhao Feng arrived.

On the forty-seventh floor of the Six Witch Tower, there is a quiet old man.

Meow ~

A silver-black lazy cat appeared on the edge of the tower and looked at the black point that gradually enlarged in the field of vision.

"The guest is here."

Six witches slowly open their mouths, seemingly here, waiting for a long time.

嗖

At the same moment, a flying sprite fell below the six witch towers.

"You stay below."

Zhao Feng ordered a sentence, let Zhuang Yuer waited downstairs.

Zhuang Yuer’s humiliation in his heart, the goddess of heaven in the Tang Dynasty, is like a groom and a guard.

Actually.

Zhao Feng just didn't want Zhuang Yuer to know some secrets about himself.

"Adults please"

Six witch tower, a feast of the moon, is respectful, please Zhao Feng go up.

Meow ~

Meow meow

On the forty-nine floors of the tower, the little thief cat and the big lazy cat snorted with each other.

Six witches seem to be murky scorpions, when they fall on Zhao Feng, the flash of light shines for the first time.

"Death... language... 诅... curse."

Six witches, the voice is a bit difficult, almost a word.