Mechanical God Emperor

Yang Feng saw this scene and flashed with excitement in his eyes: “This is the power of the semi-emperor! It is horrible to be able to elevate the dominion of a great holy class to the realm of the half emperor!! ”

Each of the semi-emperor strongmen is the Grand Sacred Peak, and took that step and set foot in the realm of the Emperor.

In theory, a hundred and a half emperors are strong enough to stand up against an emperor.

But that's just a theory. Among the eight great magician dynasties of the people, the demon god dynasty was born with the largest number of semi-emperor, but only 36 semi-emperors. Of those 36 half-emperors, only seven are half-emperors of the people, and the rest are powerful men of all races who have been surrendered by the Lord of Demons.

If the king of dominion can make a thousand semi-emperors, except for the invincible number of emperors, the rest of the emperor Yang Feng is confident to kill them.

The king of the lord waved the [whip of the lord] and smoked it on a king of the Vajra.

Innumerable spells sparkled, immense power fell into the dominion of the Vajra.

The Vajra dominated the body of the countless spells sparkled, the power fluctuation festival rose, the road broke through, a terrifying atmosphere directly diffused, promoted to a half-emperor terror existence.

Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a burning colour and he laughed with excitement: "Okay!! ”

After Phantom and King Kong became semi-emperors, Yang Feng had two more killers. They are all critical to reversing the horrors of war.

Yang Feng looked forward to seeing the king of dominion, hoping that she could evolve the remaining ten holy dominant robots into semi-emperor strongmen.

“The power I have accumulated has been exhausted and the following resources are needed to evolve them all. Or a hundred years from now, one of them can advance to the half-emperor. ”

The king of dominion shook his head slightly, his hands waved, and a little light fell directly into Yang Feng's hands.

“Need so much resources? However, with adequate resources, it would be cost-effective to be able to continuously produce semi-emperor strongmen. ”

Countless pieces of data flowed through Yang Feng's eyes, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, stretched out and revealed a slight smile.

Any half-emperor strong is the universe of Mighty Shock, and the horror of the enemy is elusive. In that path of eternity, some of the strongest of the Eternal Empires are only the strongest of the Great Sacred Peak.

In a hundred years, the king of dominion will allow a holy lord to advance to a semi-emperor, a power that is against heaven. This means that in 10,000 years he will be able to create a hundred half-emperor strong men.

Together, the 100 semi-emperors are enough to suppress an ordinary emperor.

Yang Feng looked at the Feng Hua Yuan Dynasty. He glanced at the king of the castle, and his eyes flashed with a burning colour: "Come on, fight with me and let me see what you can do. ”

“Yes, my lord! ”

The king of dominion smiled, one five fingers, a huge mechanical sphere emerged, and a light of transmission was emitted from the mechanical sphere, covering him and Yang Feng.

Between a moment, the king of dominion and Yang Feng appeared in a vast and infinite mysterious space as if it were a star.

“This is the world of space! Looks like you're confident and able to withstand my strength. ”

Yang Feng looked at a world as vast as a star. His eyes flashed with a glimmer. At a glance, he saw that a vast and mysterious space was the space inside the level 7 base.

With Yang Feng's current strength, it is perfectly possible to destroy the stars, and a world can be destroyed between hands and feet. It is difficult for a third level to withstand the full force of his explosion.

The King of the Lord dared to take the initiative to use the interior space of the Seventh Base as a battlefield for his rivalry with Yang Feng, naturally with strong confidence.

The king of dominion smiled slightly: "My lord will be promoted to emperor in the future, and this battlefield will no longer be able to bear the battle between us. ”

How clever Yang Feng was, he heard the king's words that the half emperor's could not have caused irreparable damage to the level 7 base.

“Funny!! Fourth Form!! ”

Yang Feng's eyes flashed with excitement. [Xishen Jia] countless lights sparkled, a blurry fiction emerged, and blended directly with him.

A trident of the god of war appeared in Yang Feng's hand. He chopped it out with a trident of the god of war in his hand, and countless illusions of the spirit of England appeared. Countless warfare techniques appeared directly and bombarded the king of the dominion.

The king of the dominion smiled and the right hand of the snow white as a jade beat directly. Once it evolved into a fearless mountain of white jade, it descended from the sky and crushed towards the myriad shadows of the spirit.

The terrible White Jade Mountain, like a meteor, crashed over the myriad illusions of the Spirit, smashing the battle technique of the myriad of Spirits, hit Yang Feng, and directly bombarded Yang Feng from a distance of 10,000 miles.

“Ha ha, good! All right! ”

Yang Feng's eyes filled with joy while his wolf smiled with joy.

The stronger the king, the stronger Yang Feng is. After he tested, the king's power was unpredictable and far surpassed that of the heavily wounded Lord of Red Rhinoceros. And the king of dominion hasn't done all he can.

Yang Feng looked at the beautiful and spectacular, and the King of the Lord of the Dungeon City revealed a satisfied smile: “If you don't have a name yet, I will give you a name. From today on, you will be called Zero! ”

The king of lords smiled slightly: "Thank you, my lord! ”

The stars on the periphery of the divine blood-side emerged with a tiny ripple, and a fearsome Starfleet emerged.

A bloody light sparkled, the blood-haired demon snake flew to the front of the fleet, looking down, Mori coldly smiled and shouted: “Six real ancestors of the True Blood clan, get out!! My Lord is holy, I want to see you!! ”

A horrible wave of sound shook in the face of the divine blood.

“Holy shit!! ”

“The most powerful man in the magician world!! ”

“is the invincible heavenly holiness beneath the Emperor!! ”

“It is the Holy Father of the Emperor who slaughtered the Lord of Red Rhinestones!! ”

“Ninth sorcerer emperor of the future of the people!! ”

“ …… ”

In the face of the divine blood, all the true blood tribes heard the sound of the blood-haired demon snake, and everyone's face changed dramatically and was filled with trembling chestnuts.

Out of the six palaces, one by one, the strong men of the six bloodlines floated in the void.

“Seen Heavenly Saints!! ”

Each of the six real ancestors of the bloodline is a magnificent and charming figure. Every true ancestor is a powerful man of the rank of Holy Spiritualist, creating a family of descendants with immense power. In many universes, there are their descendants. Every one of them is a big man in the universe. But at this time, they can only salute Yang Feng respectfully and dare not make any change.

“Holy shit, how offensive I was before. Thank you very much! I would like to offer you twenty Wang [Fountain of Immortality]. I will also give you all the blood of the seventh real ancestor, one left. And please forgive my sins!! ”

The third real ancestor saw Yang Feng sitting at the top of the flagship, a luxurious giant, pale face, slightly trembling.

Yang Feng swept the third real ancestor, his eyes flashed with a mockery, and smiled coldly: “Want me to forgive you? Okay, I'll give you a way out. Pull out all the real blood from you. ”

As it turns out, there is a hint of chill behind the real ancestors of the six bloodlines.

True blood is the source of the power of the True Blood Clan, and the true blood of the true ancestors of each blood clan is calculated by drops. If the true blood of the third real ancestor is drained completely, he will become a cripple and live for less than three years.

“Holy shit!! Holy shit!! I know it's wrong!! Please, give me a way out!! ”

The third true ancestor knelt down on his knees and cried out.

Yang Feng has the [Blue Mirror of Destiny], even if the third real ancestor escapes to the corner of the sky, he will not escape his pursuit. The third true ancestor will truthfully emerge from the divine blood.

Yang Feng glanced ice-cold and stretched his fingers, countless spells sparkled, turned into a chain of spells and stabbed into the body of the third real ancestor.

The third true ancestor made an incredible scream, and a drop of true blood was drawn directly from his body.

The remaining five real ancestors have changed their faces but dared not move at all. On the left and right sides of Yang Feng, the two semi-emperor strongmen, Flying Crane St. and Blood Demon Snake St., stood, respectively. If they did, they would have no choice but to die.

“Heaven give me a face, stop it! The holocaust of the universe, we should be united, we should not kill each other. ”

With a sigh of sigh, a young man with blonde hair and stunning beauty stepped out of the void and stepped in front of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng swept the second real ancestor's eyes and flashed a cold killing chill: “Second real ancestor, are you trying to stand in my way? ”

The second true ancestor said: "Heavenly Saint, you are invincible! If the Emperor doesn't come out, fight alone, nobody is your opponent. But how powerful you are, there is only one person. In the future, the barriers of the universe will break, and the myriad powerful people of the Gumana universe will infiltrate the universe, and you will also need help. As long as you let go of your third real ancestor, our True Blood clan will be your most loyal ally. ”

“Unfortunately, he is dead! ”

Yang Feng smiled slightly and bounced. The third real ancestor had already turned to ash and scattered with the wind.

A drop of true blood flew into Yang Feng's hands with a glowing glow.

The true blood of the third true ancestor is precious every drop. If it's all consumed by an anthropologist, it takes less than a hundred years to cultivate a true blood blood saint.