Mechanical God Emperor

"Who dare to come to fight with me!"

Yang Feng’s voice echoed in the area, and the constant flow of cosmic energy swept from all directions, plunging into the black hole above him.

Every time he breathes, Yang Feng is even stronger.

The nine great strong men were silent, and no one celestial arrogance came out with Yang Feng.

"The nine strong people are just like that!"

"My Terran is the invincible hegemon of this era!!"

"This era is the era of our human race!"

"..."

There was a burst of voice in the highest parliament of the Terran, and the strongmen in the highest parliament of the Terran watched Yang Xing’s eyes flashing a touch of excitement.

A flash of a smudge in the purple star's eyes, slowly said: "It's terrible, he has become so strong. Even the Qinglong emperors are not his opponents. It is beyond my expectations."

The blue star is somewhat dissatisfied: "It is just the power of the emperor's secret treasure."

Purple Star Saint chuckle said: "The consumption of the Emperor's Secret Treasure is so great! He can also make three secret treasures at the same time, and it is also his skill. Otherwise, how can the Emperor of the Emperor not use other emperor secret treasures?"

Every Emperor's secret treasure is powerful. However, the strongest of the Holy Spirit Warlock series is generally the limit.

That [曦神甲] is that Yang Feng personally refines the emperor-level secret treasure connected with his heart and soul, and that [Qingyang Temple] recognizes Yang Feng as his master. Yang Feng used these two Emperor secret treasures to consume a relatively small amount of money, and was able to use the third secret treasure [Time Pearl].

Of course, the use of three emperor secret treasures has also been the limit of Yang Feng, he can only be able to make these three emperors secret treasures in a short period of time.

Brilliant Dasheng looked at Yang Feng, and his eyes flashed a touch of gratitude: "It's amazing, he has grown to this point. It's the peerless arrogance of this era!"

At the time when Yang Feng resurrected the great glory, he was only a strong man of the Zhouhai class. In such a short period of time, he was promoted to become a Holy Spirit Warlock. The speed of progress is even amazing.

The Phoenix emperor said faintly: "This time even our nine people have lost!! According to the agreement, please give us a "land of heaven and earth" branches to the mainland."

Yang Feng said: "After the promised immortal spring is sent over, we will naturally deliver the "Tian Di Shen Gen" branch to the mainland."

"Good! Within ten days, we will send the fountain of immortality."

The radiance of the road shone, and the nine great strong men left directly from here, and turned into a stream of light that flew away in all directions.

"Yang Feng, that [the gods of heaven and earth] branches are floating in the mainland, I am also very interested. It is better to have a gambling battle between us. The bet is that you are fighting the demon of the gods and gods. ”

A blue wind surrounded by the wind, the wind holy wind Xuanzhen step by step toward this side, looking at Yang Feng, his eyes flashing with burning flames.

When dealing with aliens, Feng Xuanzhen took the initiative to stand on the side of the Terran. After the retreat of the aliens, Feng Xuanzhen challenged Yang Feng, and he was upright and bright.

"Wind Shengfeng Xuanzhen, he dared to challenge Yang Feng, don't you die?"

"That may not be, he is the man who once defeated the Lord of the Morning. If there is no Yang Feng, he is definitely the best peerless arrogance of this era!"

"..."

One by one, the voice of discussion came from the side, and all the eyes were concentrated on Yang Feng and Feng Xuanzhen.

"Is he? The man in the prophecy!!"

"He is the man in the prophecy, destined to be invincible in an age."

"It finally appeared. He may be the enemy of Yang Feng's destiny!!"

"..."

The eyes of the Holy Spirit Warlocks among the six great empires in the Supreme Council of the Terrans fell on the wind and the body was full of dignity.

Although the number of prophetic warlocks among human warlocks is scarce, most of the prophecies of the prophetic warlocks are extremely accurate. In each of the six emperors, there were people who used the prophecy warlocks to predict the future of the era of the universe. In the mouths of those prophetic warlocks, the name of the human warlock in the era of invincibility was accompanied by a style.

That Feng Xuanzhen has defeated the Lord of the Morning, so only he may be the strongest of the era in which the prophet warlock is invincible.

Yang Feng’s eyes flashed a touch of faint smile: “I want to fight the Mozong’s [Heaven and Earth” is floating in the mainland. Interesting, what do you take to gamble with me? If you lose, is it going to take the whole wind? Let me give you the position of the plane? Let me be the master of the wind plane?"

Feng Xuanzhen smiled slightly: "My wind plane is one of the 36 main material planes, which can be born into the plane of the warlock emperor. Although the degree of recovery is far from the position of the sky, it is also The recovery is rapid. The value can be far superior to your battle of the Mozong [the gods of heaven and earth] branches floating in the mainland. Do you not feel unfair in such a gambling war?"

Yang Feng said: "Since you are a challenger, it is a matter of course to pay a little more. Of course you can refuse, and I will not force you."

"Haha! Although I really want to agree with your conditions. But the mainland is my home for countless subordinates. Although I have 100% confidence, I will not take their fate as a bet and gamble. I want to If you fight, this is a bet. If you lose, I don't want anything. If you win, these will be yours."

Feng Xuan really smiled and reached out, and thirty-six Wang [the fountain of immortality] suddenly flew out, and Yang Feng flew directly.

Yang Feng looked at the thirty-sixth Wang [Imperial Fountain], and his eyes flashed a touch of hot color. He smiled lightly: "[The Fountain of Immortality], good! I promised to fight with you!"

[The Fountain of Immortality] is the favorite treasure of the Holy Spirit Warlocks. The [Imperial Fountain] contains a trace of immortality, which can enhance the cultivation of the Holy Spirit Warlock, repair the body and soul of the Holy Spirit Warlock, precious to the extreme.

Feng Xuan really said: "You just fight in a row, consume a lot! Recover, I am waiting for you!"

Yang Feng smiled slightly, and a wave of "immortal springs" flew over him. The huge, immortal spring was scattered and fell into his body.

Under the nourishment of the "spring of immortality", the injuries and fatigue caused by the three great peers of Yang Feng and the Qinglong Emperor are rapidly recovering.

"I am alright! Come on, Feng Xuanzhen! Let us fight hard!"

An hour later, Yang Feng opened his eyes and countless ray of light shone from his eyes. He held the hand of [Qingyang 戟] and pointed to Feng Xuanzhen, his eyes filled with burning spirit.

Feng Xuan really smiled a little, and a hurricane was intertwined around his body. A mysterious curse appeared outside his body, and a hidden secret treasure of the gods [Aeolus of the Wind] was shrouded in him. .

A colorless hurricane flashed slightly, and a pair of completely transparent sacred secret treasures [Wings of the Winds] also appeared behind Feng Xuanzhen.

The Fengshen Necklace, the Fengshen Ring, and the Boots of the Winds of the Winds are all shining and resonating.

In the eyes of Yang Feng, countless curses flashed and slowly said: "The suit of the holy secret treasure?"

The set secret treasure in the holy secret treasure is composed of many holy secret treasures, and through the way of power resonance, infinitely close to the treasures of the emperor secret treasure.

The holy secret treasure suit does not have much effect on the strongman of the Warlock Emperor's series, but for the Holy Spirit Warlock and the Great Holy Power, that is the means by which they can counter the same level of the Emperor. One.

A Holy Spirit Warlock is equipped with the same type of Emperor-class secret treasure and Holy-level secret treasure suit, which can exert a similar combat power. However, the consumption of the holy secret treasure is much less than the consumption of the emperor secret treasure.

"The suit of the holy secret treasure is not natural!"

Feng Xuan really smiled a little, his hand turned over, and a handful of secret treasures that could not see the blade, the master of the wind [the master of the wind] appeared in his hands.

When the "master of the wind" appeared, the storm of incomparable horror appeared around the body of Feng Xuan, as if tearing everything, smashing everything, and being fearful.

"Yang Feng, this is my secret method [Feng Sheng Dian], please advise!!"

In the eyes of Feng Xuanzhen, there is a touch of different awns, and a wave of "the master of the wind". In a flash, within a few tens of light years, the cosmic energy is spurred to form a cosmic storm that has swept decades.

In that horror, you can easily destroy a six-equivalent cosmic storm. The tens of thousands of horror swords that contain the wind and the righteousness of the wind, descend from the sky, fill the heavens and the earth, and go to Yang Feng.

"Good!"

"This is the wind holy wind mysterious! The power of this sword can even hit the mighty grandmaster!!"

"What a monster!!"

"..."

The onlookers of the Holy Spirit Warlocks have changed their faces one by one, and many of the powers of the Holy Spirit Warlock series are pale. That sword, unless they are in their own planes, have the support of all races of their own race, it is impossible to resist the horrible sword formed by the power of the universe.

"It’s really strong, it’s a man who once defeated the Lord of the Morning!"

Yang Feng flashed a touch of hot color in his eyes, holding a [Qingyang 戟] a thorn to the sky, ten rounds of blue sun turned out, suppressing the four extremes.

The endless sun of the ten cyan suns shines, forming a cyan sun enchantment.

The 100,000-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousands

After the collapse of the 100,000 swordsman, one after another swordsmanship still derived from the cosmic storm, almost endless, crazy squatting on the ten yang enchantment.