Eight Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Take You to Ask

"came back"

"Kong Feiling appeared"

On the black platform, silhouettes flashed one after another, and they stopped after a few breaths.

Zhao Feng's eyes swept away, about half of the Wanshengzong team came back, a total of forty or fifty people.

"Kong Feiling", headed by him, is dressed in a gorgeous dress, dazzling and powerful.

Zhao Feng found that Kong Feiling was much stronger than when he first entered the Divine Illusionary Space, regardless of the fluctuation of his true essence or the aura of his blood.

but.

Kong Feiling is still half a line away from the king of False God realm.

In addition, Fei Lao, Liu Tianfan, Huang Yunhu, and even Senior Brother Guang, who were familiar to Zhao Feng, were still present.

“Just come back”

King Lu Yun sighed and his eyes fell on his disciple. His closed-door disciple, as well as his named disciple, Senior Brother Guang, are still listed.

"No one is promoted to king"

"Although there are several disciples of Dan Yuanjing who have advanced a lot, they are too far behind Zhao Feng."

Several kings and elders present communicated in a low voice.

It is not difficult to see that the team of the Halloween Sect is not doing well.

Most of the talented elites are tired and embarrassed, and a few are even seriously injured and disabled.

For example, Old Fei had a broken leg and was holding a cane.

Zhao Feng understands that opportunities are not something that everyone can encounter; even if they do, they may not be able to grasp them.

The chances of Xieyang Mansion are great, but are there still few kings and quasi-kings who died in it?

For those with weak strength, it may be lucky that they did not encounter Xieyang Mansion.

"Zhao Feng..."

These returning genius kings all turned their attention to the purple-haired boy who was sitting cross-legged.

In contrast, Zhao Feng's progress was too great.

The eyes of these people contain expressions of resentment, jealousy, and awe.

"Zhao Feng"

Fei Lao leaned on crutches, gritted his teeth slightly, and had a complicated expression: "If you don't leave the team and can help you in time, we won't be so miserable in the fantasy space."

Zhao Feng fell into a brief silence.

Actually.

Fei Lao did not mean to question resentment, but just blamed, complained, and vented: Why did Zhao Feng help him at an untimely time?

in the dungeon.

Zhao Feng's strength and means are already shocking. If he stays in the team, it will greatly help the Wansheng Sect.

When the Wanshengzong conquered one or two ancient ruins, they all succeeded only a little bit, and because of failure, the result was heavy losses.

"If Zhao Feng hadn't left the team, Senior Sister Yun and Junior Brother Chen might not have died."

"Zhao Feng, you broke away from the team for your own selfish desires, and made us miserable."

The returning geniuses of the All Saints Sect questioned aloud, with a bad tone.

Some people with angry expressions almost didn't rush forward, and they made a big fight, and were stopped by some members of the nearby sect.

"Stop Be Quiet"

Lu Yunwang and others hurriedly stopped it.

How terrifying Zhao Feng's strength is, the seriously injured Elder Wu is an example. The king is still like this. If they were these talented elites, Zhao Feng could kill them if he sneezed.

"Zhao Feng, this old man doesn't hold any grudge against you, we can only blame us for our weak strength and bad luck. But as a member of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect, you didn't fulfill your duties.

Fei Lao smiled bitterly, leaning on crutches, showing desolation.

This statement came out.

The geniuses and elites who survived the Wanshengzong have dimmed eyes and are silent.

They can't completely blame Zhao Feng.

If they are strong enough, one more Zhao Feng, one less Zhao Feng, how much more than the department.

"If you don't do it for yourself, you will be destroyed. Junior Brother Zhao, I don't blame you, but I'm a little disappointed in you..."

Liu Tianfan smiled slightly mockingly.

He was covered in scars, and one ear was gnawed in half by an unknown monster.

Long silence.

Zhao Feng finally said, "Just treat me as me, or the mediocre Zhao Feng."

Everyone was startled when they heard the words.

If the original "Zhao Feng" was still there, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be eligible to enter the magical space.

The current violet-haired boy is far from the original Zhao Feng, regardless of his temperament or strength.

For the Wanshengzong, Zhao Feng does not have much sense of belonging.

His help to the Zhao family in Yunling was also some wish for Yuanyuan's master Zhao Feng.

"Furthermore, my chance is to track down the 'World Destruction Black Flood Dragon,' which has gone through a life-and-death struggle..."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and fell into short-lived memories.

In the magical space, the thrilling scenes seemed to be still in front of us.

"Tracking the 'World Destruction Black Flood Dragon,?"

The geniuses and elites who returned from the Wanshengzong were shocked and lost their voices.

Kong Feiling, Fei Lao, Liu Tianfan and the others all lost their color and couldn't help gasping for air.

This Zhao Feng is too bold, he dares to track down the World Destruction Black Flood Dragon.

"In that battle, Tianxuan Palace, Jiuyou Palace, Dagan Royal Family, Tianjian Pavilion, and eight great family-level clan teams... I don't know how many kings and quasi-kings fell in Xieyang Palace."

Zhao Feng sighed lowly.

In Xieyang Mansion, there are too many fallen kings and elites who are quasi-kings.

The well-known three-star sects, three-star peaks, and even four-star superpowers appeared from Zhao Feng's mouth.

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

Everyone could imagine how tragic the battle was.

Moreover, these rumors and deeds will definitely spread to the high-levels of the Zongmen world and the Dagan Dynasty soon.

"The geniuses who entered the Xieyang Mansion, the lowest strength, are all at the level of Kong Feiling. Fei Lao, do you think that I will bring Wanzong's team into the abyss?

Zhao Feng's eyes twinkled.

Old Fei and the others were shocked and speechless.

Give them a hundred courage, and they don't dare to track down the World Destruction Black Flood Dragon.

Those familiar three- and four-star forces are not comparable to them.

Zhao Feng, who is separated from the team, can soar for nine days and perform to the fullest.

Not to mention.

The original Zhao Feng had already died, and Zhao Feng was just taking this opportunity to step onto the stage of the mainland.

"Hmph, these words you said, it will take a while for the news from other sects to be confirmed."

A cold snort interrupted the silence on the field.

The speaker was the severely injured Elder Wu.

Beside Elder Wu, the "Elder Yin" of the peak king, his eyes wandered repeatedly in the crowd, his face was very ugly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Elder Yin, what's the matter? Your closed disciple didn't come out of the magical space?"

King Lu Yun realized something was wrong.

The expression on the elder Yin's face was very abnormal.

now.

On the pitch-black platform, no new figures appeared. If it was not expected, those who did not appear would surely die in the magical space.

"Junior Brother Wang... died of a slaughtered by a mutant poisonous spider king."

Disciples such as Kong Feiling and Liu Tianfan looked sad.

The "Junior Brother Wang" in their mouths was naturally the closed disciple of that Elder Yin.

After confirming this bad news, that Elder Yin's body trembled slightly, his eyes were faintly red, trying his best to suppress the grief and unwillingness in his heart.

Obviously, Elder Yin put a lot of affection into this closed disciple.

"Xiao'er is unfair"

That Elder Yin roared up to the sky, with a murderous chill in his red eyes, staring at Zhao Feng who was sitting cross-legged.

Why, the boy who left the team and was cursed by others could have many opportunities in the magical space, but his own closed disciple ended up in such a miserable end

"Elder Zhao Fengben said that if my closed disciples have any problems in the magical space, I will ask you."

A monstrous king's mighty power, like a sea of ​​fire, oppressed Zhao Feng.

"Elder Yin calm down."

King Lu Yun and others hurriedly stopped them; but Elder Yin's cultivation level was as high as the peak of the king, and the space domain was almost substantive, and the sound of "cry" shook the other two kings who were trying to stop them.

"Everyone leave"

Kong Feiling, Fei Lao and others, seeing that the situation was not right, quickly evacuated from the black platform.

Zhao Feng also didn't want to implicate these innocents, and still sat cross-legged on the platform, coldly looking at Elder Yin who was furious and murderous.

"Younger, you know the guilt"

Elder Yin swiped with one hand, a dark red nihilistic big hand, shaking the sky and hovering above Zhao Feng's head.

Under the watchful eyes, he did not lose his calm.

To shoot at Zhao Feng, you need a valid reason.

As for Zhao Feng, there is indeed a clue. If he leaves the team and acts privately, he is suspected of violating the rules of the clan.

"If you want to make a move, there is so much nonsense. I have to go back to practice."

Zhao Feng slowly stood up under the pressure of that nihilistic big hand.

buzz

In an instant, Zhao Feng's body floated with golden and blue textures, like a vajra, his physique stretched out a bit.

Tippong

An invisible force of domineering contempt directly shook the nihilistic big hand condensed by Elder Yin, and the nearby mountain gate shook with a bang.

"If you commit the above, you should be punished"

Elder Yin shouted in alarm, and slapped a single palm in the air. A near-substantial dark crystal space field appeared all over his body. The dark red giant hand of nothingness burst out with dazzling crystals.

rumbling

In an instant, the nearby mountain gate, under the influence of Yu Wei, collapsed and shook.

The anger of the peak king made the rest of the kings force back the previously injured Elder Wu, revealing a hint of joy.

"go away"

Zhao Feng punched the backhand, urging the "Saint Thunder Body", and a golden-blue invisible force unfolded, accompanied by the roar of electric patterns.

But just relying on the Holy Lightning Body, it seems that it is not enough to send the peak king.

boom

Suddenly, a layer of blood-yang-like glazed flames emerged from Zhao Feng's body, a terrifying aura of domineering burning, raging in the explosion, rushing towards Elder Yin's giant hand and space domain.

bang bang bang

Looking from a distance, it seems that there is a round of burning blood sun, and the blood flame brilliance that shines in the world erupts, and the void of one side of the world is dyed blood red.

That Elder Yin's space domain suddenly showed a trace of cracks.

"What a terrible inflammatory bloodline"

Several nearby kings took action to dissolve some residual power, and their blood vessels felt a burning sensation.

The members and disciples of the sect members who were farther away, the blood of the body shuddered instinctively; the weaker ones were even more prostrate on the ground, with a kind of suffocation oppressed by the burning and swallowing, and they did not even have the ability to escape.

"Boom"

High in the sky, the figure of the Elder Yin was shaken back several hundred meters, pressing the churning blood.

Hu Chi

In the process of going backwards, there was still a layer of blood yang flames burning on his body, which could not be easily extinguished.

"What's the matter..."

Elder Yin had a look of astonishment on his face. When he slammed with Zhao Feng just now, he felt the essence and blood in his body draining away.

Look below.

Zhao Feng's figure swayed slightly, and he felt a trace of warmth returning to his body, and his energy and spirit became more and more vigorous; the exhaustion that he had brought out from Xieyang Mansion was also swept away.

(Second update, monthly pass recommendation, the rally is still good)