Mechanical God Emperor

(ps: One more, later)

The hundreds of millions of miles of elemental energy came from all sides, and a star with infinite wonder suddenly emerged.

That starlight glistened slightly, and the huge space portal suddenly emerged, stacked, infinitely distorted and distorted.

A long river filled with mysteries emerges from that space portal, running through the past, present and future. Countless mysterious images emerged from the long river.

In that long river of time, a black hole that devoured everything suddenly emerged, swallowing madly the power of all sides, as if to devour the entire heavens and the earth.

Within hundreds of millions of miles of elemental energy, biomagic, were devoured by that horrible black hole.

That one devoured the black hole and evolved into a huge black star, descended from the sky, fell within the floating continent of the branches occupied by the warrior sect, and fell into the body of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng opened his eyes as if they were two horrible black holes, devouring the sun and moon stars, full of mystery and great power.

A complete and immortal breath of terror slowly emerged from Yang Feng's body and suppressed the Quartet.

“Holy Spiritualist! I have finally advanced to become a holy spiritual magician. This power, it's so powerful. ”

Yang Feng sat quietly in the middle of that golden lake, feeling that his soul had been transformed again, and had undergone an overwhelming evolution.

Yang Feng is able to perform comparable calculations of Level 6 intelligent light brains with one thought in mind. If he were to come down to a few earth-like little bits, he could be the only God of all things, of all things.

Yang Feng looked at the shallow, thin layer of the golden lake and a smile appeared in his eyes: “Thanks to this golden lake, I can perfectly advance. Fortunately, I was decisive in taking over this continent. ”

That golden lake is the center of the biological magic of this floating continent of branches, and the water of the lake has all sorts of magical powers. It was with the power of that golden lake that Yang Feng completely changed and evolved perfectly into a Holy Spiritualist.

A peacock burning with the flames of a bear flew from afar and landed outside the sanctuary of the floating continent of that branch, changing into a stunning woman with red hair and beautiful beauty.

The magnificent beauty, who was transformed from a peacock, respectfully saluted: "I am Peacock Lixiang, a messenger sent by the great Master of Flames. Meet Lord Yang Feng, 7th Speaker of the Supreme Council of the Great Warrior Patriarch! ”

A golden rainbow bridge stretched out of the golden lake and landed in front of the peacock.

Lixiang Zhu stepped onto the golden rainbow bridge and the golden light flashed and was transferred to the golden lake.

Yang Feng sat casually in that golden lake and faintly said: “What's the matter? ”

Zhu Qiu Lixiang looked at Yang Feng, sitting in the Golden Lake, and his eyes glistened with complexity. He respectfully said: "Lord Yansheng would like to ask you, the next 7th Speaker of Parliament. ”

Peacock fragrance is a pureblood peacock, born with the horror of Lunar Magician rank, and when adulthood, directly possesses the power of the cosmic sea level. She has studied hard for 10,000 years, and the current cultivation is only in the early days of the magician Wang. And Yang Feng was born five hundred years later, and has been promoted to Holy Spiritualist. Seeing Yang Feng filled her heart with envy and jealousy.

Yang Feng frowned slightly and fell into a sincerity: "The seventh speaker? ”

The seven presidents of the Supreme Council of the People's Nation are all powerful at the rank of magician, and will not be held by the strong at the rank of spiritual magician. Every Holy Spiritualist is high, overlooking all beings. A closed Enlightenment will consume decades and centuries. Naturally, it is not suitable for the management of common affairs.

Of course, the position of the seventh Speaker of the Supreme Council of the Nation is extremely important and highly weighted. Yang Feng would never let go. Then Yan Sheng would send someone to inquire about Yang Feng's will and let Yang Feng nominate a seventh speaker at will.

After Yang Feng was promoted to the Holy Spiritual Magician, he was a powerful horror giant with the power to nominate people for the post of Speaker of the Supreme Council.

Yang Feng Jing weighed in: “Michelia, Shiyu can't. With their gift, and the resources I received this time, there is no suspense in promoting the Holy Spiritualist. And they are not very good at managing and competing interests. ”

Michelia and Shiyu are all Fae from heaven and earth, the spouse of the universe. Every promotion to the Holy Spiritualist has no suspense. But when it comes to fighting for power, even ordinary people can't compete.

What is needed for the office of Speaker of the Supreme Council of that people is a man who can do whatever it takes to compete for the benefit of the warrior sect. At the same time, the eight sides can cope with the existence of all.

In fact, Yang Feng held the post of Speaker of the People's Supreme Council before, and was not very competent. Until then, however, only he was eligible to assume the post of Speaker of the Supreme Council of the Nation with the support of the Holy Spirit and the Holy Spirit.

Since the suppression of the demon ancestors, and the Yang Feng advanced Holy Spiritualist, the power of the warrior sect has been terrifying. In the supreme council of the people, it is second only to the six magician dynasties. It already possesses the terrorist power of the Supreme Council of the Nationalities.

“Just her! ”

Yang Feng repeatedly weighed and struck a ringing finger, a shining light, one with a dark hair, with a seductive smell all over his body, the marvellous cherry of the Dungeon City appeared here.

Wu Mei Cherry smiled at Yang Feng Tian: “Sir Hu Jun, what can I do for you? ”

Yang Feng smiled slightly: “I want you to be the seventh Speaker of the People's Supreme Council. Are you interested? ”

Yang Feng dominates countless facets, and the soul is naturally up to the eighth grade of genius only found Wu Mei Cherry and Regina. Regina worked hard to fix it, far above Wu Mei Cherry. However, Wu Mei Cherry has a seven-tip heart. It is a world with eight sides. The rear palace fighting means is superior, and the means to govern the country is not bad.

Eunice, the gorgeous magician Yang Feng met in the Durando subcontinent, also had tremendous managerial experience and poor means. However, considering that the main composition of the Supreme Council of the people was the magician of the Oriental main world, Yang Feng chose Wu Mei Cherry.

Wu Mei Cherry breathed slightly in a hurry. In her eyes, she blossomed brilliantly. As if she had drunk a bottle of the finest magic potion, she became even more beautiful and attractive. She smiled like a flower: “I'm interested! I am willing to share your concerns with Lord Husband. ”

For beauties as powerful as Wu Mei Cherry, supreme power is to nourish their best nutrients.

The Supreme Council of the Nation is a group of terrorist magicians that dominates countless mankind. The seven Speakers of Parliament are one of the highest levels of this group of terrorist magicians and are even more powerful than the Holy Spiritualists.

Wu Mei Cherry no longer concealed her desires as soon as she heard that she had the potential to become one of the seven presidents of the People's Supreme Council.

“Okay, that's you. ”

Yang Feng smiled slightly and bounced. A golden book page flew directly into the hands of Lixiang Zhu.

Zhu Qiu Lixiang sent a golden invitation to Yang Feng: “Lord Yang Feng, three days later, there is a holy gathering of the Supreme Council of the Nation in Tianyun Mountain. This is the invitation, and please accept it. ”

Yang Feng took that golden invitation and took a closer look and revealed a smile: “Holy gatherings! ”

The highest level of the Supreme Council of the People is the Holy Spiritualist. The Holy Spiritualist was high, and it was very difficult for even the mighty men of the Spiritualist King to see them.

Those holy gatherings were even more of a gathering of Holy Spiritualists. Yang Feng, who had recently been one of the seven Speakers of the Supreme National Assembly, had never been invited to the holy gatherings.

A day later, all the forces of the Lord knew that Yang Feng had been promoted to the rank of Holy Spiritualist. All the forces allied with the warrior sect sent a great gift to congratulate them.

Many swinging groups of magicians resolutely rely on the Warlord Sect to become affiliates of the Warlord Sect.

Tianyun Mountain is a famous sacred mountain of the Oriental Lord's world, a royal palace of magician dynasties of the Oriental Lord's world, with beautiful scenery and a variety of beautiful plants.

After the birth of the powerful people of the earth's heart, Tianyun Mountain became a resort palace of the people. Normal magicians are not invited, not even the mighty ones of the magician's royal rank are allowed to come near here.

A white cloud came from afar, and within 100 meters of Tianyun Mountain, a transparent junction suddenly appeared, blocking everything, preventing people from approaching Tianyun Mountain.

Two powerful men dressed in silver armor and breathing the royal horror of magicians suddenly rose and drank loudly: “This is the holy walking palace, stop! ”

“It's me!”

The man on the white cloud, appeared to be Yang Feng.

The two strong men looked slightly different and became very respectful: “Turns out it was Lord Yang Feng, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me if I offend you! Please show me your invitation. ”

Yang Feng didn't make it difficult for your two strong men. One of them bounced. That invitation letter flew out directly, revealing a brilliant light and opening a path to the top of Tianyun Mountain.

“Come in! ”

Those two magicians, the mighty number of kings, retreated to both sides.

Yang Feng followed that road and walked a few steps to the top of Tianyun Mountain.

At the top of Tianyun Mountain lies a magnificent and luxurious palace with wonderful plants. A handsome woman named after a beautiful and famous race wears waitress clothes and is busy working. Each of those handsome men and women possesses the power of terror at the cosmic level, but here they are merely ordinary waiters.

In a beautiful landscape with a green lake surrounded by flowers and a charming garden of floral scents, sitting a dozen men and women, each as if they were ordinary people, restrained in the life field, they were the Holy Spiritualists of the Supreme Council of the People.

A short haired, tall, five-pronged, middle-aged man walked this way with a cheerful smile: "Yang Feng, you're here! I am Grand Saint Thunder, presiding over the Holy Congresses, and I welcome you. ”