Mechanical God Emperor

Yang Feng smiled slightly: "Hello, thunder and lightning."

Lei Lei Da Sheng looked at Yang Feng and praised: "Great, Yang Feng. In less than 10,000 years, he was promoted to become a Holy Spirit Warlock. In addition to those different kinds of heaven and earth, your cultivation speed is absolutely one of the best in history."

Although Yang Feng seems to have risen less than three hundred years, he has actually practiced for thousands of years in the eternal heart. The violent thunder is the horror of the great sacred class. No matter in that era, it is the top powerhouse. At a glance, Yang Feng’s true age is already thousands of years old.

Even so, Yang Feng’s cultivation speed is also against the sky. We must know that in the endless abyss, many great apostles of the Abyss could not break through tens of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years, and advanced into the Devil of the Abyss. In the face of the gods, some of the kings of blood and blood have been unable to break through for millions of years, and they have become the true ancestors of the blood family.

Yang Feng humbly smiled and said: "I am lucky."

The violent thunder smirk smiled and said: "We human warlocks, every strongman who is promoted to be a sorcerer of the Holy Spirit is not lucky."

This class of Holy Spirit Warlocks has been superbly sanctified, and the flesh and soul have undergone earth-shaking changes, and promotion has become a horror life body with immortal power. Even if the descendants of the Warlock Emperor's ranks are born, one by one is rich in talent, far surpassing other existences. After adulthood, it is the power of the gods. But it is also very difficult for them to advance to the Holy Spirit Warlock.

The violent thunder took Yang Feng to the side of the dozen Holy Spirit Warlocks and introduced the dozens of Holy Spirit Warlocks to Yang Feng.

Each of the dozen or so Holy Spirit warlocks was named after history, and once ran an era, almost the invincible worldly arrogance.

Many of them have their names in the books, but now they are recovering in this era, letting Yang Feng see the great men appearing in history, and the hearts of them are slightly waved.

These dozens of Holy Spirit warlocks and the Holy Spirit Warlocks who are struggling in the Central Stars are the strongest forces in the highest parliament of the Terran, and the patron saint of the Terran.

It is the existence of these Holy Spirit sorcerers that the old monsters of the 36th material planes such as the sacred **** plane, the god's degree face, and the magic nest plane are not allowed to move easily.

Among the thirty-six main material planes, there are hidden countless horrors, and there are many strong men of the Holy Spirit Warlock series. There is a sacred ancestor of a god's blood plane. The Holy Spirit Warlock of the Cthulhu is even more powerful than the Holy Spirit Warlock of the Terran.

However, the spirits of the Holy Spirit sorcerer ranks contradict each other, not a whole. In order to compete for resources, those evil gods kill each other, and even a lot of races are feuds. Under the mutual restraint, it is naturally impossible to fight the Terran.

The empty saint of the empty tower, the sky cloud of the Tianyun tower, the empty sky of the empty garden, Yang Feng, the eyes are flashing with incomparable light.

Not long ago, Yang Feng was still vulnerable in the eyes of the three Holy Spirit warlocks. He only relied on the great glory to support the little warlock who was on the throne of the highest congressman. Now, Yang Feng is already a horrible presence with the three Holy Spirit warlocks, making the hearts of the three of them full of complexity.

The three sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred angels They are very clear that in order to promote the Holy Spirit Warlocks, they do not know how much effort they have spent. After countless battles, they have spent tens of thousands of years walking in a step, and finally they reached the summit.

In order to advance the Holy Spirit Warlock, the empty holy, the heavenly cloud holy, the empty space flower holy have almost fallen several times. And Yang Feng jumped directly to the past, and easily advanced to the Holy Spirit Warlock, so that all of them were in their hearts.

The dozen or so Holy Spirit warlocks gathered to enjoy the world's finest cuisine and taste the finest wines. Many drops of the magic wine can make an ordinary warlock apprentice reborn, and become a big warlock, but just make these Holy Spirit warlocks feel very delicious.

Yang Feng communicated with the dozen or so Holy Spirit warlocks, and gained a lot of experience in cultivation. He also obtained a lot of information from the old antiques that lived for tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years.

Thunder and Great Sacred Word: "Yang Feng, you have been promoted to be a Holy Spirit Warlock, you can choose a holy name. What holy name do you plan to choose?"

Every Holy Ghost of the Terran will choose a holy name after being promoted to the Holy Spirit Warlock, and his real name will not be mentioned.

At that time, the Lord of Light even used the anti-Japanese secret method to take his real name from the long river of time. Except for the ranks of the Holy Spirit Warlocks with his peers, the rest of the strong are no longer aware of His real name.

That is because the real name of the strong is divine. Some weird spells can be cursed by real names and blood, and all sorts of incredible attacks.

Those top-ranking powerhouses are reluctant to leave a hint of attacking weakness, so they like to hide their real names and call them in the name of the holy name.

Yang Feng said: "My holy name is heaven. From today, I am Tiansheng."

Thunder and sacred road: "Good!"

The dozen or so Holy Warlocks present at the scene are the strongest human warlocks group of the power. After today, the name of Yang Feng Tiansheng will be rumored to the world.

One is a long horn, looks beautiful, and there is a noble temperament of the tyrannical dragon. He looks at Yang Feng, and his eyes flashed a touch of burning color. "Tian Sheng, I want to talk to you." Spell, how?"

The tyrant dragon sacred is not the sorcerer of the Eight Great Warlocks, but after the collapse of the Eighth Warlock dynasty dynasty dynasty dynasty, a human warlock with the blood of the tyrannical dragon was born.

After the collapse of the Eighth Warlock's dynasty morning dynasty, among the thirty-six main material planes, countless Terran enemies attacked the plane of Cang.

The tyrannosaurus was born in that era, killing countless powerful enemies, and finally the life transition, and evolved into a holy warlock. It was the most dazzling and extraordinary arrogance of that era.

A ray of light fell on the body of the tyrant dragon and Yang Feng was full of excitement.

Each of the Holy Spirit Warlocks is a peerless arrogance of the times, mastering the supreme power, and enjoying all kinds of top-class enjoyment such as food, handsome men and women. Now for them, the spells between the Holy Spiritians can best attract them.

Yang Feng smiled slightly: "Good!"

The violent thunder sacred mantra, reaching for a finger, a blue spell light did not enter a palace.

There was a myriad mysterious mantra in that palace, and a huge arena with a wide and boundless space suspended in the void suddenly emerged.

The battle of the Holy Spirit Warlocks is incomparable. When you raise your hands, you can suppress the world and destroy a world.

Even if the position of Cang is constantly recovering, it becomes more and more powerful enough to accommodate the fierce battle of the Warlock Emperor. The strongman of the Holy Spirit Warlock series is fighting outside, and can still easily rush to the sea and destroy a city with thousands of souls.

It is only in those special arenas that have been sacred to be able to accommodate the strong men of the Holy Spirit Warlock series.

Yang Feng and the tyrannosaurus were separately transformed into a special arena.

"Tian Sheng, be careful!"

The tyrannical dragon screams and screams, and there are countless curses, and the dragon scales with immortal breath suddenly emerge. The hands grow out to tear the claws of the holy secret treasure, and there is an inscribed countless curse and horror behind the back. Lion's tail.

A terrible domineering spirit emerged from the body of the Nabo Demon Dragon. He took a step forward and shrank the ground into an inch. He instantly turned the distance of dozens of miles into nothing and appeared in front of Yang Feng. A fist shrouded a horrible image of the tyrannical dragon, suppressing nine days and ten places, and rushing toward Yang Feng.

"This is the Holy Spirit Warlock of the Humans of the Cang's Position. It's awesome! There are too many sacred beasts."

In the eyes of Yang Feng, a touch of dignified color flashed, and the power of the movement was upright. It evolved into a star of horror, and a blow hit the shadow of the Naha dragon.

Bang!

Under a loud bang, the virtual shadow of the Naha Dragon Dragon was directly smashed. He himself was also bombarded by the blow and retired for dozens of kilometers.

There is a glimpse of the emptiness of the emptiness of the sacred flower: "It's amazing! This is the strength of the celestial sacred! Just advanced the Holy Spirit Warlock, you will be able to blast the Holy Warlock's mid-term tyrant dragon." Rolling, it’s a monster that condenses the immortal body in the semi-holy world. It’s really against the sky.”

In the empty eyes, a complex color of color flashed slowly and sighed: "Great, this is the **** of heaven! The monster that even the Lord of the morning is defeated in his hands. It is terrible!"

The rest of the Holy Spirit warlocks also flashed a touch of awn.

Everyone present is a peerless arrogance of the times, a genius among the geniuses, a monster among the monsters, and no soul qualification is lower than the eighth.

Among the dozen or so Holy Spirit warlocks, Naha Demon Dragon is not a weak, but a powerful terrorist known for its power. Such a strong man was shot by Yang Feng, and Yang Feng’s strength was so incredible.

"Good!! Tiansheng, you are too strong! Make me more excited!!"

In the eyes of the demon dragon, a flash of burning flames flashed, and a smile was excited. The figure was slightly swayed. In the blink of an eye, countless afterimages suddenly appeared. The entire space was the afterimage of the tyrant dragon.

Under the cover of speed and ignorance, the tyrant dragon sacred with a horror speed that made the Holy Spirit sorcers marvel at Yang Feng from all directions.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of the horrible loud noise from the earth shook through the arena. Within the arena, the stars fell, the mountains and rivers collapsed, the earth cracked, and the storm swept through, as if the end of the world. The terrible power of terror has destroyed everything, as if to tear the world apart.