Mechanical God Emperor

The divine blood surface, a sea of endless blood, a long, blood-colored hair, floating with a Xuan Ao spell, a hint of immortality of the half-hearted powerful man lying quietly in the blood sea.

In that sea of blood floats all kinds of mighty, extraordinary creatures like angels, dragons, gods, evil gods, demons, abyss demons.

The essence of a trace of blood swept through the sea of blood and fell into the mighty man of the immortal half-heartedness.

“Yang Feng lost the reincarnation of the soul of the Lord of Dawn. Funny, the universe is getting interesting. ”

The half-hearted man, as if he were a dead man, suddenly opened his eyes and two glorious bloody lights radiated out of his eyes, as if to tear the heavens apart, terrifying.

The horrible half-hearted mouth slightly flashed, revealing a mysterious smile: “Will the Lord of Dawn be so miserable that he devours his spiritual incarnation, merges with his spiritual incarnation, and directly suppresses Yang Feng? ”

The Lord of the Dawn was a magician emperor of the Dawn Dynasty. He was a master of all things. And even if he backfired in his later years, he was assassinated. Likewise, there are many of the mighty who have been followed and guarded by His great grace, and the Dawn Dynasty has a tremendous heritage.

If it were the reincarnation of the Lord of the Dawn, devouring his supreme divine incarnation at all costs, less than a year later, he would have a half-emperor's power to fight terror. But in that way, he will never again be promoted to the Sorcerer Emperor.

The magician's world, inside a seemingly ordinary planet, lies an immensely wide, as if it were a horrible demon that occupies the entire planet.

In the heart of that horrible demonic corpse, a strange tube of flesh stabbed inside the demonic king, and countless spells sparkled, nourishing the demonic king even more.

Suddenly the demon's king opened his eyes and two magic lights burst out, blasting the wall of flesh directly out of the two great holes, a tiny bit of black liquid flowing out of the great hole, as if there was no demonic blood.

“Even the reincarnation of the Lord of Dawn was defeated. Wonderful, Yang Feng! But you wait, there's only one strongest person in this universe, and that's me! ”

The demon emperor left a sentence as if it were a prophecy, his eyes closed again, his spell gleamed, absorbing the power of that horrible demon.

The world of sorcerers, a star scattered over the ancient beast.

A young man wearing a genuine dragon leather coat, his skin is bronze, two meters tall, not quite handsome, but full of confidence, sitting on a horrible, ancient beast as tall as 10,000 meters, his eyes glowing like stars, with a mysterious smell.

The young man said, "The reincarnation of the Lord of Dawn has been defeated by Yang Feng! What a cosmic holocaust, such a monster was born. But it is only in an age of such monsters that it will be possible to climb to the top and advance to eternity. ”

A star in the center of countless mighty ancient gods, situated in a terrifying temple, the center of which is dedicated to a statue, which is like a human being. The statue has been in this temple for more than a hundred thousand years, immobile, enjoying the sacrifices of the mighty ancient gods.

“Has the Lord of Dawn lost? ”

The immovable statue of 10,000 years suddenly opened its eyes, a hegemonic and immense breath of terror instantly spreading from the statue.

“Not yet! ”

As soon as the statue opened its eyes, it felt its lifetime flowing at an astonishing rate. His eyebrows slightly wrinkled and countless spells appeared, forming a layer of gold paint constructed of spells outside the statue, closing his eyes.

“Yang Feng!! ”

A voice echoed in this temple, and the aftermath disappeared.

A remote planet, inside a mountain.

Countless precious celestial treasures are placed around a huge and immense altar, in the middle of which is a black coffin filled with mystery, and where human beings, when they look at it, take their hearts away.

“The Lord of Dawn was defeated. This is a dangerous time! But this era is also our only chance. ”

A terrifying thought swung around the altar, shaking the surrounding space to tears.

The magician's world lies in a universe that is only half the level of cosmic energy below the Gumana universe, hiding mysterious and powerful beings. Even from the Eternal Age, secrets were used to seal themselves and live to modern monsters of terror.

Whatever era survived the horror monster has remembered a name, which is Yang Feng. This defeated the great pride of the reincarnation of the Lord of the Dawn.

The Lord of Morning Dawn is the Eighth Magician of the People Emperor, a talented demon. Even in that age of the Eternal, the Eternal repressed the universe. There are not many strong magicians of the Emperor rank, and every one is supreme.

The name of the Lord of the Dawn is also known to the most powerful men in the magician world. Yang Feng defeated him and made his name known to the most powerful monsters in the universe.

A grand banquet is taking place inside a palace on the floating continent of the Tree Branch of the Warrior Sect headquarters.

“Feng 'er, this is amazing! You're amazing. Even the Lord of Dawn fell into your hands. Ha ha!! What a pleasure for the teacher. ”

Yang Feng gauged up and down the river, his eyes filled with satisfaction, some proud loud laughter, unable to say open arms.

The moonless fairy smiled slightly: “Well done! ”

Herrin's anger, Fish King Kong stood aside and looked at the river and moonless fairy, revealing a hint of jealousy and envy in his eyes.

Yang Feng's benefactor is Yang Feng's benefactor. Yang Feng did not hesitate over the years to use his own private resources to support them, so that they could be promoted directly to the rank of magician king.

The elders of the two great wives of the ancient warrior sect of Hulian Wrath and Fish King Kong also gained tremendous advantages in the rapid expansion of the warrior sect. They were promoted as cosmic seafarers, but the gap between the river and the moonless immortals was still huge and desperate. The thought of not recruiting Yang Feng and Shixue under the door made them regret it.

At the time, Yang Feng's strength was very low. Whether it was Hu Lian's anger or Yu Jingong's warrior sect's elder status far overrode him. Whoever solicited him, he could not refuse. It's just how noble the two wives were at the time, how could they see a general magician with less than five levels of soul qualifications?

No one thought that a general magician who could not even reach the fifth level of his soul could be so rebellious, even the high and invincible Lord of Morning defeated in his hands. You know, the Lord of the Dawn was a magician of the Emperor's rank, a powerful man of terror, invincible in his rank.

Yuan Yi picked up a glass of magic wine and smiled gently: "Little brother, you are amazing. Even the Lord of the Dawn is lost in your hands. Here's to you! ”

Yang Feng smiled and drank all the magic wine in his hand: “Fortunately! ”

The Lord of the Dawn was indeed the most terrifying enemy Yang Feng had ever encountered in his ranks. Even the Demon King was far less powerful than the Lord of the Dawn that morning.

Yang Feng, if he hadn't absorbed the mysterious energy in the wall of reflection, would not necessarily have been the opponent of the Lord of the Morning, even if he had congealed up this terrible immortal body of [time devourer].

After all, the Lord of the Dawn was the reigning superior of an era, the true magician, the emperor of the ranks of terror.

The hands-on disciples who swayed the river went forward to congratulate Yang Feng.

Yang Feng is now the master of the warrior sect, but he is also a disciple of the river, Yuan Yi and others' little brother. Naturally, the closeness of those brothers and sisters will not be rejected.

Immediately after that, the leaders of the warrior sect's allies came to congratulate Yang Feng.

After Yang Feng dealt with the leaders of the allies, he walked out of the banquet hall alone and came to the garden after that to admire the extraordinary plants in the back garden.

“May I sit here? ”

Carolina, the gardener of the Rose Gardens of the Durando subcontinent, came here in a purple evening dress with a noble temperament.

Yang Feng is now the top seven Speakers of the National Supreme Council and is well placed to shelter the beautiful people from the Durando subcontinent.

Yang Feng smiled slightly: “Please! ”

Carolina sat on the chair next to Yang Feng with a hint of incense, staring at Yang Feng, her eyes filled with complexity, slowing down: “Congratulations, defeat the Lord of the Morning! ”

Yang Feng smiled softly: “Just lucky. ”

The Lord of the Dawn is the ultimate genius of the Western Lord's world, the pride of the Western Lord's world, the faith of countless Western magicians. It is His presence that mainstreams the leap of the Western Lord's world into anthropologists with the Eastern Lord's world.

In the Durando subcontinent, the Lord of the Dawn was also the legendary master of all magicians, invincible in rank. The Lord of the Dawn's mightiness and terror were documented in many books.

The invincible Lord of Dawn was defeated by Yang Feng, and Carolena, who had always been so proud, finally had to admit Yang Feng's strength.

“Fortunately? No luck! How can a strong man like Lord of the Dawn be defeated by luck? That is your strength over Him. ”

Snow White lady Delphilia walks this way in a scented wind, dressed in a snow and white evening dress, like a white elf.

Delphilia smiled, as the iceberg thawed, and the beauty was irreversible: "Yang Feng, would you like to dance with me over there? ”

Yang Feng smiled and got up directly: “Sure! ”

Clarissa, Eunice, Judy and other magicians from the Durando subcontinent all dressed gorgeously and walked this way with a sweet smile on their faces.

Carolina hesitated for a while, bit her teeth and followed.