King of Gods

The second day, early morning.

The mausoleum of the Forbidden Center in Baiyu is empty.

In the field of vision, there is only one big hole in the hole, and the damp and sinful mud is in the air.

One person and one cat put away the tools in their hands and smiled illicitly.

Lying on the white bones, "the lord of the ancestral hall", after being shocked by the initial shock, and envious of hatred, looking at this man's gaze, has gradually become numb.

"One hundred skeletons, a whole hundred well-preserved corpse-class corpses; in the ‘Xuanyin Sparkite, and the special strength of the forbidden land, every strength and wreckage is not broken.”

The lord is shouting in his heart.

Unfortunately, it is not him who gets it all.

Even if he knew that there were 100 sacred corpses in the "Hundred Graves", it was a great treasure for refining ghost corpses, and he could not acquire them.

At the moment, one person and one cat are swaying and swaying, and the roots of the power of the forbidden land in the cemetery are all "digged away".

"Not bad little thief cat, this time you are not a small success."

Zhao Feng is full of red light.

Once the 100-year-old corpse is smashed into a ghost corpse, it is quite a legion of the God-level ghost corpse.

Anyone who can master this power and sweep the Zongmen forces of several powerful countries is like a child's play and even destroying a big country. It is not difficult.

of course.

It is not a simple matter to refine these skeletons into slavery "ghost bodies."

One, these skeletons are only the main raw materials, and a lot of precious auxiliary materials are needed.

Secondly, the refining process of ghost corpses requires a lot of time and energy, and it is very proficient in the secrets of ghosts.

Don't look at Zhao Feng's hands with two God-class ghosts, so easy - he is a plunder.

In fact, any ghost body, from the initial refining, to the slowly rising to the real spiritual environment, is a long process.

"Well, I am a ghost, but I have some involvement, good control, but not proficient. But I want to refine it into a hundred God-class ghosts, I am afraid..."

Zhao Feng missed a turn and his eyes fell on the "owner".

The lord of the temple suddenly played a spirit.

After a while.

"...this arduous and great task is handed over to you."

Zhao Feng was full of expectation, smile and embarrassment, and reached out and took a picture of the shoulder of the lord.

The skeleton of the ancestral hall slammed, and the truss that had just been renewed almost disappeared.

"Although these corpses are all true-level, but even if you want to successfully refine one, you have to spend countless efforts."

The heart of the mourning hall has a crying heart.

Feeling Zhao Feng is calling him as a senior coolie.

However, the lord of the temple was controlled by Zhao Feng, in order to survive, whether it is selling coolies or selling, in short, obey the orders of the master.

Zhao Feng holds the "Wan Guizhu" and the mind consciousness penetrates into it.

Inside the ghost bead, it is a cold, damp, pale black soil, which is shrouded in all kinds of ghosts and yin.

Two dark silver poison corpses are lying in a corner, bearing the burden of the huge ghosts in the "wan ghosts"

The one hundred God-class corpses, after entering the wan of ghosts, the wreckage and strength of the body began to produce strange changes.

"Well? Inside this ghost bead, it seems that there is a mysterious power born, suitable for the birth of ghost bodies, and the growth of ghosts."

Zhao Feng has not studied much on the "Wan Guizhu" on weekdays. After all, his main attack is the **** sorcerer and the wind and thunder inheritance. The ghost corpse is only slightly involved.

Look at this trend, even if Zhao Feng does not deliberately go to refining, if it is a year, maybe a few years, perhaps more than ten years, decades, the 100-year-old corpse can automatically become a zombie one by one.

A few days later, Tielong was a strong country.

In the desert, a broken and desolate castle was almost swallowed up by the yellow sand.

At this time, the huge old castle is already a broken wall.

Today, the old nest of the Iron Dragon Alliance has been completely annihilated.

The top of the Iron Dragon Alliance, except for the ancestral lord who was chased, the rest of the dead, falling, a little fish, not a weather.

Even after a dozen days, there are still many strong people in the castle.

Su Lao, Bai Elder, Cang Yuyue, Lin Tong and others are stationed in the old castle.

Perhaps, everyone is guarding against the return of the ancestral hall, and perhaps there are other expectations.

"That Zhao Feng, single-handedly chasing the high-level figures of the former Red Crescent, I am afraid it will not be too optimistic."

Lin Tong looked at the castle and whispered to himself.

In his heart, he admired Zhao Feng, whether it is strength or courage.

Even, he is eager to see Zhao Feng fall in the process of chasing, so that he can return to freedom.

But he knows that this possibility is not too big.

Zhao Feng's powerful soul, as well as blood and vitality, reached the point where Lin Tong only looked up.

The boy, one of the mainland's world-famous Tianjiao, returned to the Hengyun, but also dominated the ups and downs of this area.

"For ten days, there is no audio at all."

There is a trace of worry in the old age.

When Zhao Feng chose to chase and kill the priests, no one was in favor.

Although the Red Moon Demon is destroyed, but Yu Wei is still in the big man of the main level of the Devil's Church, the basic means, the grace and common sense?

"The old man doesn't have to worry too much. Zhao Feng is not like a reckless person. He dares to chase the Red Moon Church alone. He wants to have some snuggling."

The white elder smiled slightly.

She is not too concerned about Zhao Feng's life and death, but she thought: Zhao Feng came out from the "unknown inheritance", and most of them have powerful killers.

Just this evening.

call out--

A bright wind and shadow, between the plunder, fell into the ruin-like castle below.

"I am back."

A wind and thunder spread in the old castle.

Su Lao and others felt a slight numbness, but the body and mind were exceptionally comfortable.

Everyone was shocked and looked at the blue-haired boy not far away.

"You finally got back, nothing is fine."

There is a lot of people in the old castle, and Changsong breathes a sigh of relief.

Everyone present, there is no hope that Zhao Feng can successfully kill the ancestral hall, can return safely, just in the middle of surprise.

What's more, Zhao Feng does not seem to be hurt, but only slightly tired.

"The rudder master, you are finally back. We are all scared these days."

Butterfly leaves and Jiang Sanfeng, from the other side of the castle, came out.

On that day, Zhao Feng passed the cross-air squatting, overlooking the situation of the castle, and left the two alone, one by one, to kill one step ahead.

When Jiang Sanfeng arrived, the end of the war, Zhao Feng did not know where to go.

Under the inquiries, I learned that Zhao Feng went to chase the church, and the heart was scared.

The big man at the main level of Chiyuetang, others are too late to hide, you still single-handedly, do you want to catch up?

But at this time.

Zhao Feng came back safely and everyone was relieved.

Including Lin Tong, a sigh of relief, after all, he did not leave Zhao Feng's control.

The white elders stared at Zhao Feng and looked complicated.

He thought that Zhao Feng could not pursue it, and he might return home. At least he should eat some small losses.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng was unharmed and returned safely.

At this time, everyone's eyes were eagerly curious to see Zhao Feng.

What is the result?

"Zhao Feng, have you ever caught up with the priest?"

The white elder can't help but be curious.

Everyone on the field, Su Lao, Cang Yuyue, Lin Tong, and the two from the big country of the canopy are very concerned about this issue.

“Have you caught up?”

Zhao Feng could not help but see.

Apparently, everyone in the room thought that he did not catch up with the lord.

Because watching Zhao Feng's appearance, it is not like a life-and-death battle, a relaxed, casual appearance, more like a go out to play a circle.

"The things of the lords have been resolved. The Hengyun area, the overall situation has been set, there is no hidden danger. I will leave after a long time."

Zhao Feng "hehe" smiled and was in a good mood.

The situation in the Hengyun area was flattened by him, and his heart was solid and fulfilling.

Moreover, this return to Yokohama, his harvest is beyond imagination.

Everyone heard the words, they all celebrated, and they were overjoyed. It seemed to be infected by Zhao Feng’s joy.

"From today, the era of the Iron Dragon Alliance is gone forever."

The old man smiled and smiled.

He naturally knows that if Zhao Feng did not remove the crisis of Hengyun, he would never leave easily.

"Zhao Feng, are you already ‘hand blade, that’s the master.’

The white elders felt a little wrong.

Zhao Feng mentioned "the lord of the ancestral hall". He did not say that he was killing, but he used the word "solving" and ambiguously took it.

As soon as this statement came out, the eyes of everyone on the scene also gathered again on Zhao Feng’s face.

“How is the lord being solved?”

"The lord, is there any death?"

Everyone is obviously dissatisfied with Zhao Feng’s "solution" and wants to know the specific process.

The old man’s eyes flashed slightly, and he felt that there must be secrets in it.

"Everyone needs not worry. Although the lord is not dead, there is no threat to the situation of Hengyun.

Zhao Feng smiled and laughed, so that everyone could not understand.

He didn't want to let too many people know that the lord had been surrendered by himself, especially the white elder.

"The lord is not dead?"

Many people present, chilling, joy disappeared, and a shadow cast in my heart.

In the presence of some of the top leaders of the Dragon League, I was upset.

Although Zhao Feng emphasized that there is no threat to the situation in Yokohama, they can't settle in their hearts.

At the peak of the Red Crescent, a rudder can wipe out the cross-cloud area.

What's more, there is also a top-level executive who still lives in the world.

Lin Tong brows tightly, and Zhao Feng’s sigh of calmness makes him realize that things are definitely not what everyone imagines.

however.

Regardless of how everyone asks, Zhao Feng smiles slightly and does not make a clear answer.

"Who is not, this Zhao Feng was ‘骷髅堂主, the success of the attack, at the moment is assimilated by the Red Moon, or controlled...”

The white elders flashed a sternness.

However, she did not dare to act rashly until she was sure of the truth.

Moreover, with her strength, it is difficult to beat Zhao Feng in front, and the winners and losers are at most five or five.

Half a day later.

Until the crowd dissipated, the White Elders, Cang Yuyue and others all left.

Inside the castle, there is a basement, only Zhao Feng and Su Lao.

"Zhao brothers, what is the situation? Otherwise, how can you feel at ease when you leave?"

Su Lao asked seriously.

"Do you want to know the whereabouts of the lord?"

"Yes."

"Oh, he, isn't he right beside you?"

A layer of gray mist, filled in the secret room.

The old man heard the words and couldn’t help but look at it. In the dark mist, a familiar truss outline is visible, and two red flames are flashing in the eyelids.

"Hey...oh...the church...the Lord?"

When he was scared, he was so stunned that his body was straight and he almost fell from his chair.