Mechanical God Emperor

The **** face of the gods, in the endless **** sea, a **** long hair, floating in the air with a mysterious mantra, exuding a trace of immortality, a semi-classic strongman quietly lying in the blood in.

In that **** sea, there are a variety of powerful and extraordinary creatures such as angels, dragons, gods, evil spirits, devils, and abyss demons.

The essence of a trace of blood swayed in the **** sea, and fell into the body of a peerless and semi-classic strongman who condensed the immortal body.

"The soul of the Lord of the Morning is actually lost to Yang Feng. It is really interesting, this universe is more and more interesting."

The peerless semi-class-level powerhouse, who seemed to be dead, suddenly opened his eyes, and two incomparable blood-colored gods spurred out from his eyes, as if to tear the sky, and the horror was boundless.

The horrible peerless half-sacred mouth is slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile: "The Lord of the Morning Dawn is so miserable, will it devour his own incarnation of the gods, and integrate with his own incarnation, directly suppressing Yang Feng? ”

The Lord of the Morning is the Warlock Emperor of the Morning Emperor, and he has a thorough understanding of the world. And even if he was reversed in his later years, he was assassinated. There are also many peerless powers who have been followed and guarded by His great grace, and the morning dynasty has a huge heritage.

If it is the reincarnation of the Lord of the Morning, and in spite of all the incarnation of the gods of the highest gods, in less than a year, there will be half-level terrorist power. But then, it is no longer possible for him to be promoted to the Warlock Emperor again.

The warlock's world, inside a seemingly ordinary planet, lies in a vast and incomparable, as if occupying the horrible demon of the entire planet.

In the center of the horrible body of the horror, a strange tube of meat stabbed in the body of the demon, and numerous spells shone, and the demon king was nourished more powerfully.

Suddenly the Emperor of the Devil opened his eyes, and two magic lights suddenly shot, and the wall of the meat directly blew out two large holes, and a trace of black liquid flowed out of the big hole, as if it was a magical blood.

"The fact that even the reincarnation of the Lord of the Morning has been defeated. It is amazing, Yang Feng! However, you are waiting for me, this universe, the strongest one is only one, that is me!"

The demon's emperor seems to leave a word in the prophecy. The eyes are closed again, and the curse of the body shines, absorbing the power of the horrible demon.

Warlock World, a star that is spread over the ancient beasts.

A man wearing a real dragon leather jacket, his skin is bronzed, two meters tall, not handsome, but his body is full of confidence, with a hegemonic young man sitting in a horrible horror Above the beast, the eyes are like a star, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The young man said: "The reincarnation of the Lord of the Morning is defeated by Yang Feng! It is really a cosmic catastrophe. There are such monsters born. But only in this era of monsters, it is possible Let people climb to the top and promote to eternity."

In the center of the stars, which is full of countless powerful ancient gods, there is a temple of horror. The center of the temple is dedicated to a statue. The statue is a human being. The statue has existed in this temple for more than ten thousand years, and it does not move, enjoying the sacrifice of those powerful ancient gods.

"Is the Lord of the Morning lost?"

The immortal gods suddenly opened their eyes, and a tyrannical, horrible atmosphere instantly filled the statue.

"Not too late!"

The idol just opened his eyes and felt that his life was passing at an alarming rate. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and countless curses appeared. A golden lacquer made of mantras was formed outside the statue, and his eyes closed.

"Yang Feng!!"

A voice echoed in this temple, and the aftermath disappeared.

A remote planet inside a mountain.

Numerous precious and precious treasures of heaven and earth are placed in a mysterious way around a huge altar. In the middle of the altar, there is a black coffin full of mystery, and the mortal will be taken away if they look at it.

"The Lord of the Morning is defeated. This era is really dangerous! However, this era is also our only chance."

A horrible idea echoed around the altar and shook the surrounding space.

The universe in which the warlock's world is located is only half the cosmic level of the universe, hiding the mysterious and powerful existence. Even from the time of the Eternal Age, I have used the secret method to seal myself and live to the modern horror monster.

No matter which era the terror monsters that have survived have already remembered a name, that is Yang Feng. This defeated the peerless arrogance of the reincarnation of the Lord of the Morning.

The Lord of the Morning is the Eighth Warlock Emperor of the Terran, a genius. Even in the age of the Eternal, the Eternal suppresses the universe. There are not many strong men of the Warlock Emperor series, and each is a supreme.

The name of the Lord of the Morning is also known to the top powers of the Warlock world. Yang Feng defeated him and let the top monsters in the universe know his name.

A grand banquet is being held in a palace in the mainland of the war.

"Front, it's amazing! You are so amazing. Even the Lord of the Morning is defeated in your hands. Haha!! It is really happy for the teacher."

Huang Yi looked up and down Yang Feng, his eyes were filled with satisfaction, and some of them proudly laughed and couldn’t tell.

Moon no fairy also smiled slightly: "Dry beautiful!"

He Lian anger, fish King Kong stood on the side watching the river and the moon without a fairy, the eyes showed a hint of envy and envy.

Shaking a river, the moon is not a fairy, is the benefactor of Yang Feng. In the past few years, Yang Feng did not hesitate to use their own private resources to support them, so that they directly promoted to become the master of the warlock king.

He Lianger, the fish King Kong, the two great elders of the war, the former elders of the war, also gained great benefits in the rapid expansion of the battle of the demon, and promoted to become a sea warlock, but compared to the river, the moon Still huge and desperate. When I thought that Yang Feng and Shi Xue had not been recruited, I would regret them.

At the beginning, Yang Feng’s strength was extremely incomparable. Whether it was Helian’s anger or the fisherman’s martyrdom’s elder status, he was far above him. No matter who recruited him, he could not refuse. It was only at that time that the two elders were so distinguished, how could they look at a common warlock whose soul is not even qualified at the fifth level.

No one had thought that the ordinary warlock who had not even reached the fifth level of the soul qualification was so rebellious that even the high and high, the invincible morning lord of the same order was defeated in his hands. You must know that the Lord of the Morning is the horror of the Warlock Emperor's series, and the same level of invincible horror exists.

Yuan Yi picked up a glass of magic wine and smiled softly: "Little teacher, you are really amazing. Even the Lord of the morning is defeated in your hands, I respect you!"

Yang Feng smiled slightly and also drank the magic wine in his hand: "Fuck!"

The Lord of the Morning is indeed the most terrible enemy of Yang Feng. Even the devil's emperor, the strength is far worse than the morning lord.

If Yang Feng does not absorb the mysterious energy in the wall of the reflection, even if it is condensed, the horrible immortal body of the time is not necessarily the opponent of the Lord of the Morning.

After all, the Lord of the Morning is the eternal overlord of the era of invincible, the horror of the real warlock emperor series.

The pro-disciples who swayed a river came forward and congratulated Yang Feng.

Yang Feng is now the lord of the War Demon, but he is also a disciple of Huang Yihe, a younger brother of Yuan Yi and others. Naturally, those close to the brothers and sisters will not refuse.

Immediately afterwards, the leaders of all the ally of the Mozong sects came over and congratulated Yang Feng.

After Yang Feng had managed to meet the leaders of the various allies, he walked out of the banquet venue alone and came to the back garden to admire the extraordinary plants in the back garden.

"Can I sit here?"

In the past, the owner of the Durando subcontinent's Rose Garden, Carolena, came in a purple evening gown with a noble temperament.

At this time, Yang Feng has become the seven presidents of the Supreme People's Congress, and can completely shelter those beautiful people from the Dulando subcontinent.

Yang Feng smiled slightly: "Please!"

Carolina took a scent of incense, sitting on the chair next to Yang Feng, staring at Yang Feng, the beauty filled with complex colors, slowly said: "Congratulations, defeat the Lord of the Morning!"

Yang Feng chuckled: "I am lucky."

The Lord of the Morning is the genius of the world's main world, the pride of the Western world, and the beliefs of countless Western warlocks. It is His existence that makes the leap of the Western main world become the mainstream of the human warlocks in the Eastern world.

In the Dulando subcontinent, the Lord of the Morning is also the overlord of all the legends of the warlocks, the invincible existence of the same order. The power and horror of the Lord of the Morning is recorded in many books.

The owner of the invincible morning lord was defeated in the hands of Yang Feng, and Carolena, who had always been proud, finally had to admit the power of Yang Feng.

"Lucky? There is no luck! How can such a strong man like the Lord of the Morning be defeated by people? That is your strength beyond Him."

Ms. Xue Bai Defei Liya wore a snow-white evening gown, like a snow-white elf, with a scent of wind coming towards this side.

Defei Liya Yan Yan smiles, like the iceberg thaw, beautiful can not be square: "Yang Feng, please go there and dance with me?"

Yang Feng smiled slightly and got up straight: "Of course no problem!"

Clarissa, Younis, Judy and other beautiful sorcerers of the Durando continent are dressed in gorgeous beauty, with a sweet smile on their faces.

Carolina hesitated for a moment, and gritted her teeth and followed them up. (To be continued~^~)