Mechanical God Emperor

Yang Feng saw this scene, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes: "This is the power of the semi-emperor! It is terrible to be able to promote the master of a great holy to the semi-empire!!"

Each of the strongest of the semi-prefectures is the peak of the Great Holy Ghost, and took that step and stepped into a peerless power in the field of the emperor.

In theory, a hundred and a half-level powerhouses joined forces to compete against an emperor.

But that's just theory. Among the eight great warlocks of the Terran, the number of semi-emperor powers born by the Devils was the largest, but only 36. Of the thirty-six and a half emperors, only seven are the Terran and the Half Emperors, and the rest are the great races who have been surrendered by the Lord of the Devil.

If the king of the ruler can make a thousand strongmen of the semi-empire level, in addition to the emperor of the invincible hegemonic level, the other emperor Yang Feng has the confidence to kill them.

The king of the ruler waved [the whip of the ruler] and smoked on a body dominated by King Kong.

Countless curses shine, and the enormous power is incompetent.

That King Kong dominated the body with countless curses, power fluctuations, and all the way through, a terrible atmosphere directly filled out, and promoted to become a semi-emperor-level horror.

Yang Feng’s eyes flashed with a burning glow and laughed loudly: “Good!!”

After the illusion of master, King Kong dominated the two masters into the semi-emperor, Yang Feng has two more killers. They are all critical moments to reverse the horrible existence of the war.

Yang Feng looked forward to the king of the ruler, hoping that she would be able to let the remaining ten holy-level robots evolve into semi-premier powers.

"The power I have accumulated is exhausted. I want to let them all evolve. I need the following resources. Or one hundred years later, one of them can be advanced."

The king of the king shook his head slightly, and the jade hand waved, and a little light directly fell into the hands of Yang Feng.

“Do you need so many resources? However, as long as there are sufficient resources, it will be cost-effective to create a strong semi-emperor.”

Numerous data streams flashed through Yang Feng's eyes. His brows wrinkled slightly and stretched out, revealing a smile.

Any one of the semi-imperialist powers is the Megatron universe, and it is difficult to find the horror of the enemy. Among the eternal roads, the strongest of some of the Eternal Emperors are only the strongest of the Great St.

The king of the ruler can make a holy class dominate the advanced semi-emperor in a hundred years. This ability is simply against the sky. This means that as long as 10,000 years, He will be able to create a hundred and a half-level powerhouse.

The one hundred and the half-level powerhouses joined forces to suppress an ordinary emperor.

Yang Feng saw the wind and the eternal generation, and the king of the kingdom of the country was glanced at him. His eyes flashed a touch of hot color: "Come, let me play with me, let me see your skills."

"Yes! My Lord!"

The king of the lord smiled, five fingers, a huge mechanical ball emerged, and a light of transmission was shot from the mechanical ball, covering him and Yang Feng.

In an instant, the king of the Lord appeared with Yang Feng in a vast and mysterious space that was as wide as a star.

"This is the space world! It seems that you are confident and able to withstand my strength."

Yang Feng looked at the vast world like a star field, and his eyes flashed a smudge of a mans, and at a glance he saw that the vast and mysterious space was the space inside the seven-level base.

With Yang Feng's current strength, it is possible to destroy the stars, and you can destroy a world by raising your hand. A third-level plane is hard to bear the power of his full force.

The king of the lord dared to take the initiative to use the internal space of the seven-level base as the battlefield between him and Yang Feng. Naturally, he has strong self-confidence.

The king of the ruler smiled slightly: "My Lord will be promoted to be the Emperor in the future, and this battlefield will not be able to carry the battle between us."

When Yang Feng was so clever, he heard that the king of the ruler meant that he could not cause irreparable damage to the seven-level base.

"Fun!! The fourth form!!"

Yang Feng flashed a touch of excitement in his eyes, [曦神甲] countless radiance, a vague illusion emerged, directly integrated with him.

A sacred **** of war appeared in the hands of Yang Feng. He took the scorpion of the **** of war and smashed it out. Countless heroic phantoms emerged, and countless tactics emerged directly, rushing toward the king of the ruler.

The king of the lord smiled, and Xue Bai’s right hand directly shot, and it evolved into a horrible mountain of white jade, descending from the sky, and rolling toward the countless heroic shadows.

The horrible mountain of white jade is like a meteor, and it smashes into the shadows of countless heroes. It smashes all the battles that the heroes have smashed, and slams into Yang Feng’s body, flying Yang Feng directly from the mile. .

"Haha, good! Good! Good!!"

Yang Feng is very embarrassed but happy and laughs in his eyes full of joy.

The stronger the master of the king, the stronger the strength of Yang Feng. After his test, the power of the king of the dominance was unfathomable, far beyond the serious injury of the Red Ling Lord. And the king of the ruler has not yet used all his strength.

Yang Feng looked at the beautiful, the king of the kingdom of the fallen country showed a satisfied smile: "You have no name, I will give you a name. From today, you are called zero!"

The king of the ruler smiled slightly: "Thank you for my Lord!"

The outer starry sky of the blood surface of the gods emerged with a trace of glory, and a terrible star fleet emerged.

A **** radiance shines, and the blood-smelling snake sacred to the front of the fleet, overlooking the bottom, Sen Han smiled and screamed: "The true blood ancestors of the six great ancestors, get out!! My family is on the heavenly, to See you!!"

A burst of horrible sound waves trembled in the blood of the god.

"Tiansheng!!"

"The first strongman in the Warlock world!!"

"It is the invincible heaven under the emperor!!"

"It is the sacred **** who killed the emperor of Hongling!!"

"The ninth warlock emperor of the Terran!!"

"..."

In the **** face of the god, all the blood and blood races heard the voice of the blood-smelling snake, and everyone’s face changed greatly and filled with tremors.

Among the six palaces, the strongest of the six blood races flew in the void.

"I have seen Heaven!!"

Each of the six great blood ancestors is a beautiful and temperamental figure. Each true ancestor is the strongest of the Holy Spirit Warlock series, creating a blood-sex family with enormous power. In many universes, there are His blood. Each of them is a big man in the universe. But at this time, they can only bow to Yang Feng with respect and respect, and dare not have any change.

"Tian Sheng, I used to offend a lot of offenses. Please also forgive me! I am willing to offer twenty Wang [Imperial Fountain] to you. I will give you all the blood of the seventh true ancestor, one is not Stay. Please also forgive my sins!!"

The third true ancestor saw Yang Feng, who was sitting on the top of the flagship, above a luxurious big man, with a pale face and a slight trembling body.

Yang Feng glanced at the third true ancestor, and his eyes flashed a slap in the face, and smiled coldly: "Want to let me forgive you? Well, I will give you a way to live. Let the blood of your body be left without a drop. Give it to me."

As soon as this statement came out, there was a chill in the back of the six great blood ancestors.

True blood is the source of the blood and blood of the blood. The true blood of every blood ancestor is calculated by the drop. If the true blood of the third true ancestor is completely drained, it will become a waste person, and it will last for three years.

"Tian Sheng!! Heaven!! I know it is wrong!! I beg you, give me a way to live!!"

The third true ancestor squatted on the ground, and the wolf was extremely pleading.

Yang Feng has the "mirror of the blue destiny", even though the third true ancestor fled to the ends of the earth, he could not escape his pursuit. The third true ancestor will come out of the blood of the gods honestly.

Yang Feng's eyes chilled and reached out, countless curses flashed, turned into a curse chain, and pierced into the body of the third true ancestor.

The third true ancestor made a burst of screams of screams, and a drop of blood was directly drawn from his body.

The rest of the five great ancestors changed their faces but did not dare to change. On the left and right sides of Yang Feng, they stood the two strong and semi-emperor-level powerhouses of the Flying Cranes and the Blood-Deviled Snakes. If they were shot, they would only have one dead end.

"Tiansheng gives me a face, stop it! The universe is catastrophic, we should be consistent with each other, we should not kill each other."

Along with a sigh of sigh, a young man who exudes a semi-emperor-level terrorist power, blond, and handsome young man stepped out of the void and stepped forward to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng glanced at the second true ancestor, and his eyes flashed a sensational cold killing channel: "The second true ancestor, you block me to do things, do you want to be an enemy of me?"

The second true ancestor said: "Tiansheng you are already invincible! The emperor does not come out, single-handedly, no one is your opponent. But how powerful you are, there is only one person. In the future, the universe barrier will be broken. There are countless strong men in the universe of Mana, and you also need help. As long as you let go of the third true ancestor, our blood-blooded family can become your most loyal ally."

"Unfortunately, He is dead!"

Yang Feng smiled faintly and flexed his fingers. The third true ancestor had already turned into ashes and drifted with the wind.

A drop of real blood flew into the hands of Yang Feng, blooming with incomparable light.

Every drop of the true blood of the third true ancestor is precious. If it is all used to consume a human warlock, it takes less than a hundred years to cultivate a **** Holy Spirit warlock.