Chapter 252 Feng Zidu

In the blood mist, the halberd in the hands of King Yan trembled continuously.

The huge body of Dahei kept dodging, but it was inevitably hit several times.

His mind was in a trance to the extreme, and all his thoughts gradually became chaotic.

As his mind wandered, all his memories seemed to no longer belong to him.

"Dragon Ancestor? It's really ridiculous. You were just a sea snake of the fourth realm hundreds of years ago. Thanks to the grace of God, you transformed into a dragon."

"You are not grateful to God, but you are the enemy of God!"

The tone of King Yan was indifferent. The halberd shook, and an endless storm was set off in the blood mist. Countless ghosts seemed to wail in the terrifying blood mist.

Dahei rolled on the ground, and the earth was shaken by the solid body of the black dragon.

At this time, its mind was almost solidified and it was difficult to think.

"Dragon Ancestor... So you are afraid too?"

King Yan couldn't help but sigh. The thousand-year faith of the blood chaos clan turned out to be just like this.

He couldn't help but feel that his choice to believe in God was correct.

If not, I am afraid that I will not be able to condense a complete body until now.

I will be trapped in the realm of Half-step Yangshen Zhenjun for a thousand years.

At that time, let alone rebellion, I am afraid that the son of King Chu, who has been blessed by the dragon vein, can kill me with his own hands.

Thinking of this.

In the blood mist, blood and mud gradually entangled.

In this blood-stained filth, the resurrected appeared again.

Their eyes were hazy for a while.

King Yan smiled disdainfully: "Weakness is really the biggest original sin..."

"It's not been long, and you have died again."

He raised his hand and pointed at the huge black dragon that was constantly rolling: "Go, peel off the skin of this dragon and pull out the dragon tendons."

A trace of contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of King Yan's mouth: "Don't worry about your death."

"With me...you will be immortal!"

The resurrected took a deep breath of blood mist and showed an intoxicated smile.

This blood mist gave them a kind of anesthetic pleasure in their minds, making them forget the fear before facing death.

King Yan lowered his eyes, and the halberd in his hand also flashed a blood-red light.

"Is this the power of God..." It was only a few blinks of an eye before he got the halberd.

The black dragon that could easily ravage him was already like crazy.

In his heart, his piety to God became more and more fanatical.

King Yan looked up at the Huagai Star in the sky, which was gradually becoming brighter.

"God... let me climb to the top of this world with you..."

At that time, no matter what Wheel of Revolving Road, Zen Forest Temple or Chengping Road, they were all skeletons on the road.

Suddenly, a golden stream of stars flashed across King Yan's eyes.

The stream of stars kept getting bigger, and it seemed to be moving towards him.

Is this... a meteor?

King Yan's heart flashed with doubts, but the next moment, a breath that made him terrified quickly came.

Not long ago, Feng Zidu completely burned his body with this golden flame.

The body of power condensed by countless thoughts was destroyed in an instant.

That sense of power was already deeply rooted in King Yan's perception of Feng Zidu's power.

After witnessing it with his own eyes, he felt that he was even more difficult to defeat.

The King of Yan took a deep breath, and the halberd in his hand gave him an extremely peaceful feeling.

But the most frightening thing about Feng Zidu was that he could dispel the divine domain.

Let a worshiper lose his most important terrifying recovery ability.

At that time, even if he could be resurrected in front of the gods.

But what was the difference between him and these inferior resurrectors?

He didn't know how Feng Zidu could do this, but he could only guess whether Feng Zidu also worshipped a god like him.

He had just witnessed the power of the gods not long ago, and the power of a thought projection was so great.

If the real body of the gods came, how powerful would they be?

In his mind, only gods could fight against gods.

If there was really a god standing behind Feng Zidu, he didn't know what he should do.

The power of the halberd in the hands of the King of Yan gradually became stronger, and the ease in his heart suddenly changed.

At this time, he could see the fire rain and star streams in the sky.

When he saw the Bi Yue Wu approaching Zi Wei Yuan, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

The King of Yan gritted his teeth and his body reached the peak instantly.

In an instant, the blood mist enveloped his whole body, and he became one with the blood mist.

He seemed to have turned into a bloody wind in an instant, taking advantage of the momentum to rush onto the falling star stream.

With a violent explosion, the golden flames actually burned the blood mist wrapped around the King of Yan.

But he was not worried, but a hint of joy appeared in his heart.

Last time in the vast sea, he had no power to resist Feng Zidu's golden fire.

The moment he touched it, it would ignite all his thoughts at the same time.

He couldn't even think of resisting.

But now he was able to control the blood mist to fight against the golden flame!

For him, the blood mist was just a harvest of some ordinary lives.

The bodies of tens of thousands of people in the capital of Zasa were all underground, along with the 300,000 troops of the Great Zhou brought by Emperor Fengyu.

Now his blood mist field can be said to be almost endless.

Unless the opponent's strength is much greater than his own.

The blood in King Yan's eyes burned, and after believing in the gods, his self-confidence was extremely inflated.

Even Feng Zidu, the emperor's teacher who had been invincible for a thousand years in the Great Zhou Dynasty, was somewhat ignored by him at this time.

The thousands of miles of grassland and the corpses hidden underground were constantly providing him with strength.

And the belief in the gods supported his undefeated mind.

Now, both his strength and mentality have reached an extreme!

"Come on..."

The next moment, a familiar figure appeared in the eyes of King Yan again.

"Feng Zidu..."

He murmured.

Feng Zidu, who appeared in his eyes, still had no expression, his eyes were empty and lifeless, without any desire for the secular world.

King Yan's emotions gradually reached the peak at this time.

"Kill!"

With the halberd in front of him, he felt that his heart was surging.

Killing Feng Zidu was a wish hidden in his heart a long time ago.

Now, there is hope to realize it.

Feng Zidu still did not move, and one hand was in the shape of picking flowers.

A round of magnificent moon appeared in front of King Yan.

He was somewhat disdainful.

This trick again?

After believing in the gods, his mind was flawless.

He would never be disturbed by past events like before.

Any illusion or method of attacking the mind was useless against him!

The halberd fell, and the moon was broken.

But the moment the King of Yan touched Feng Zidu's body, he only heard a sound like broken glass.

Feng Zidu in front of him disappeared at this moment.

The King of Yan fell into darkness, and only heard a voice without any emotion.

"Duan Chan·Ask the Heart."