Mechanical God Emperor

(ps: One more, later.)

With a slight gleam of light, the [Fortress of the Divine Spirit] changed directly into a small imprint on one side. It fell into Yang Feng's left hand and turned into a imprint.

As soon as that mark emerged, Yang Feng sensed a mysterious connection between himself and the [Fortress of the Spirit]. He can use some of the power of the [Fortress of God] as long as he wants.

However, Yang Feng was able to clearly perceive that there was still a gap between him and [the Fortress of the Divine Spirit], which was far less than he could handle as well as [the Green Trident].

"" [The Skeleton Fortress], help me arrange an opportunity for my incarnation to promote him to King of Mages. ”

[Fortress of the Spirit] "Okay! ”

Above the battlefield of the Bloody Moon, [Fortress of the Divine Spirit] is also a giant of one side, with a wide range of knowledge. It is not difficult to arrange the promotion of a cosmic superior to a magician king.

Yang Feng's Gardi incarnation walked carefully over the battlefield of the bloody moon and suddenly his eyes lit slightly, picking up a piece of metal the size of a slap.

That piece of metal revealed a hint of mysterious glow, transforming Yang Feng's gadi into a mysterious space.

In that mysterious space, there are more than a dozen fountain eyes, most of which have dried up, and only one fountain with a hint of immortal fluctuations.

“[Immortal Fountain] I'm in luck! ”

Yang Feng shouted with a shadow emperor's surprise and threw himself into the [Fountain of Immortality].

From the [Immortal Fountain] 's inner source constantly emerged the treasured power, transforming Yang Feng's Gardi incarnation.

“[Fortress of the Spirit], and [Fountain of Immortality]? I'll never lose it. ”

Yang Feng looked at this side in some underworld space and saw that his Gardi incarnation was able to use the [Fountain of Immortality] to advance. He couldn't help but blush his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a burning color.

[Immortal Fountain] Normally, a holy spiritual magician has only one bite, and even some newly advanced weak spiritual magicians do not have one bite [Immortal Fountain].

That [Fountain of Immortality] is also a rare treasure for Yang Feng Honjong. It is now consumed by that Gardi incarnation, making Yang Feng Honjong have some flesh pain.

"“ [The Fountain of Immortality] is not a big cabbage, "said Fortress." It would be nice to be able to find you a bite. In the Blood Moon battlefield, there are a lot of good things. As long as you take an oath to let those resentments and malice into your body, you will be able to earn the legacy of the entire Blood Moon Battlefield. ”

Yang Feng shook his head slightly: “Forget it! I don't want to be a vector of resentment, malice. ”

Once Yang Feng vows on the battlefield of the Blood Moon, he will attract endless resentment and maliciously gather his body together. Even if advanced became the number of magician emperors, it was just a monster ruled by madness and malice, no longer himself.

Only a madman who pursues power like that, at all costs, will respond to the demands of malice and resentment in the battlefield of the Blood Moon.

The [Fountain of Immortality] effect was amazing. Ten days later, Yang Feng's incarnation of Gaddi jumped to become the strong man of the early king of magicians.

Rapid promotion would have led to instability, but Yang Feng himself was already a true spiritual magician. And he didn't expect much from the incarnation, so he didn't hesitate to promote the incarnation to King of Mages.

Yang Feng was already ready to seal the treasures of his soul fluctuation and cultivation. As soon as he was promoted to King Mage, he immediately sealed his cultivation and soul fluctuation with those treasures. He was not killed by the curse of the battlefield of the Blood Moon.

“It's too dangerous here. Now that I've got the chance, let's go home honestly! ”

Yang Feng's Gardi incarnated himself and blended directly into a [Black Crow] armor, turning it into a black glow and flying away at the entrance to the Blood Moon Battlefield.

Half a month later.

Outside that bloody moon battlefield, a black light sparkled, and a [Black Crow] armor flew out of the battlefield.

The [Black Crow] armor flew into the island warship of the Sichuan Steel Nation and appeared in shape. It was Yang Feng.

“Gardy, he's back! ”

“That's Gardy of the Steel Race! He's lucky to be back alive. ”

“ …… ”

A gaze focused on Gaddie, full of surprises.

A path with a hint of immortal Saint William's gaze fell on Yang Feng slightly surprised.

“The Realm of the Star Sea! He actually got promoted to Star Sea!! ”

“This Gaddie definitely got a huge chance over the Blood Moon Battlefield!! ”

“What exactly did this Gardy gain over the Blood Moon battlefield? ”

“ …… ”

Though deterred by the threat of the Sirloin Steel Nation, none of those powerful men of the rank of Holy Spiritualist made a move, but every one of their hearts turned with malicious thoughts.

After entering the battlefield of the Blood Moon, a well-qualified Spacesea strong man was directly promoted to the rank of Mage King, and was definitely gained against the sky.

“The Realm of the Star Sea! That lowly adventurer has risen to the realm of the Stars and Seas!! ”

“Damn, that cheap adventurer got promoted to Starsea! How did this happen? ”

“Hey, that shitty adventurer, this time, he's dead!! He was just an ordinary adventurer, and he got such a big opportunity, and that was his original sin. He's dead!”

“ …… ”

Every one of the Space Sea elites of the Sichuan Steel Nation looked at Yang Feng maliciously, grinning in his heart and waiting to see the play.

If Yang Feng is a Siem Steel royal family, or a strong Siem Steel grand aristocrat of the mother family. Then the adventures he has had on the battlefield of the Blood Moon will never be whispered. However, Yang Feng was born of an adventurer, and such a tremendous adventure feared only that the Holy Spiritualists of the Steel Nation would be moved by it.

How horrible is the means of the powerful man of the Holy Spiritualist rank? It would be easier to kill a powerful man of the Spiritualist rank.

“You must be curious to know what I've encountered in the Blood Moon Battlefield. You don't have to guess, I'll tell you now. ”

Yang Feng smiled slightly and pressed the [Black Crow] armor. From the [Black Crow] armor, a silk light emerged, forming a projection in the void.

In that projection, Yang Fenggadi's incarnation enters the Blood Moon battlefield.

The projection accelerated 100,000 times faster, and ordinary mortals couldn't see clearly, but for those who were strong beyond the cosmic sea, it was easy to see what was in the projection.

“[Immortal Fountain]!! He found the Fountain of Immortality!! ”

“Damn, he used it!! He used the entire [Fountain of Immortality] to advance!! ”

“You fucking idiot! The whole [Fountain of Immortality] was used to evolve!! ”

“ …… ”

The powerful people of the Holy Spiritualist rank saw Yang Feng's Gardi incarnation using [Immortal Fountain] to advance to the King of Mages, a pair of eyes red, staring fiercely at Yang Feng, reluctant to tear Yang Feng apart.

The [Fountain of Immortality] is a treasure that even Yang Fengben's honor is red with his eyes. The resources needed to refine a sip of [Immortal Fountain] can fully cultivate ten ordinary magician kings. Such a treasure was randomly refined by Yang Feng and used for advanced magician Wang, it was a madness.

But the Holy Spiritualists saw a clear face of Yang Feng and had to admit that this was the best option for Yang Feng.

A cosmic seafarer could not protect such treasures as [Immortal Fountain]. Using the [Immortal Fountain] to improve his cultivation and strength is the best option for Yang Feng.

The Holy Spiritualists saw Yang Feng refining [Immortal Fountain] and chose to return directly. The colour of disappointment flashed in their eyes.

“It's an image crystal, and I copied a hundred copies of it. Feel free to check it out! ”

Yang Feng smiled slightly, waved his big hand, thousands of video crystals flew out of the Sirloin Battleship and scattered towards the surrounding area.

“I put this original image crystal right here. Anyone interested in visiting can come and check it out. ”

Yang Feng dug out a crystal from the [Black Crow] fuselage and placed it directly on a transparent projection instrument, turning directly towards the inside of the battleship.

A strong man quickly came to the projector to check it out.

“It's true! ”

“Damn, he got the Fountain of Immortality! ”

“That guy is out of luck! ”

“ …… ”

After all the means used by those powerful men to check the true and false image crystals, they sighed slightly and their eyes flashed with envy.

After confirming the authenticity of the crystal, the strong people of the Holy Spiritualist rank flashed a disappointment in their eyes, and no one paid attention to Yang Feng anymore.

However, the elites of the Sichuan Steel Nation were full of envy for Yang Feng. A strong man of the rank of magician can create a royal family if he is a big figure even among the Sichuan Steel race.

Originally, Prince Blue Yao of Yang Feng was nothing more than an empty prince sealed by the Lord of Run Steel. But after Yang Feng advanced to become the magician king, he quickly became the real Empire Prince.

Since Yang Feng's return, he has been hiding inside the Sirloin Steel Battleship for painstaking repairs.

Over time, sporadic and sporadic people come out of that bloody moon battlefield.

When the Blood Moon Battlefield Passage was completely closed, only hundreds of elites of all races survived. As many as tens of thousands of ethnic elites entered the Blood Moon battlefield, only hundreds survived, and the brutality of the Blood Moon battlefield is visible.

Most of the hundreds of ethnic elites who survived were empty-handed and gained nothing. However, more than a dozen people have been awarded treasures of treasure, and even the most powerful of the Holy Spiritualists have lost sight of the treasures.

Those with backgrounds have directly dedicated those treasures to their own forces. The remaining dispersions without a large background were surrounded by old monsters of the rank of spiritual magicians, who, at great cost, replaced those exquisite rarities from the dispersions.