Peerless Martial God 2

"What? Your kid is not willing?"

Seeing Lin Feng’s surprised expression, the short old man suddenly condensed his face and then asked.

"No, no, how come." Lin Feng smiled bitterly, shook his head quickly, but he could not wait to disappear in front of the old man, but he could not leave, so Lin Feng was very depressed.

Seeing Lin Feng’s expression is obviously reluctant, how can the old man not see it?

"Cough, so, look at your kid is not bad, so that the old lead led you to see one of the devil's embarrassment, whether you can get his inheritance, it depends on your own."

The short old man said, with a wave of his left hand, Lin Feng’s pupils tightened, and the surrounding scene changed dramatically. The **** rivers disappeared, and the huge altar disappeared. Instead, there were more abandoned rubble and royal artifacts. The outline here is very similar to a palace.

The short old man stood in front of Lin Feng, carrying his hands, and the old man's eyes were dignified at the moment, looking at the abandoned hall, with a trace of complex color in his eyes, and then muttered: "Old guy, don't know what you are now. Still not there?"

"The kid, go to the center of the ruins, and then take out the blood of the demon." The short old man squinted at Lin Feng, and then pointed to the central position of the ruins. It was a semi-abandoned giant tripod. The blood-red giant tripod still exudes magic, but it is obviously not the past.

Lin Feng looked at the old man with a look of surprise. Why did the latter know that he was in possession of the Emperor's blood? However, Lin Feng put doubts in his heart. Although Lin Feng is very dissatisfied with the old man, he can't deny that this old man was a strong emperor before the fall, even if it is now, it is also a terrible soul. It is terrible.

So what is the means to detect that you have the blood of the emperor, it is normal.

According to the short old man, Lin Feng walked slowly around the red giant Ding, and then waved his left hand. The six drops of the Emperor's blood were like six drops of water, floating in midair.

In an instant, Lin Feng was shocked. He only felt that there was a subtle connection between the blood and the **** giant. Finally, it became bigger and bigger. Until the end, the giant tripod began to shake, and the blood red giant Ding exudes a terrible magical power, and the ancient lines on the giant tripod seem to be alive and squeaky.

Suddenly, the abnormal changes, Lin Feng saw the speed of the six drops of blood on the top of the head suddenly accelerated, and instantly flew to the top of the giant tripod, the big mouth of the giant trip fired a hundred meters of blood, the horrible magic Wei had to let Lin Feng retreat The next few steps, while the six drops of blood are like being grilled by flames, making a squeaking sound, and even white smoke.

At the same time, the Emperor's blood began to merge with the **** giant Ding, Lin Feng clearly saw the slow flow of the ancient lines around the **** giant Ding, with the integration of six drops of blood, the light of the ancient lines came The brighter, the last loud bang, the **** giant bang slammed on the ground.

Whether it is Lin Feng or a short old man, all of them are shaking, they have to master the balance, so as not to be disturbed by the shaking earth. After a long time, Juding has returned to normal, losing the horrible magical pressure, but six drops of the Emperor's blood It also disappeared completely, and it melted together with Juding.

"This…". Lin Feng looked strange and didn't know what was happening to him in front of him. Instead, he took the six drops of blood he had obtained. The six drops of blood were enough to make himself break through and reach the Holy Spirit.

"Oh, white." Lin Feng sighed, some depressed, squinted at the giant tripod, did not know what this giant tripod is, even the blood has been swallowed up.

"Hey, boy, you don't know how to be blessed in the blessing. The origin of this giant trip is not simple, say it, scare you."

At this moment, the short old man took the pace and walked to Lin Feng's front, squinting and smiling at Lin Feng.

Wen Yan, Lin Feng looked strange, but also puzzling, Lin Feng naturally knows that the origin of this giant tripod is not simple, but the level of this giant tripod is like a thick cover, generally can not see the level.

"Kid, do you know that the Emperor Xuanyuan has three treasures?" The short old man stared at Lin Feng, and then his eyes showed a trace of the sky and nostalgia.

"Xuanyuan Mo Huang became a **** of the five centuries. In the following tens of thousands of years, the Xuanyuan Emperor used a total of three treasures. These three treasures are all one of the supreme artifacts, one of which is this giant tripod."

The short old man said, his eyes turned to the top of the giant tripod. Lin Feng’s face showed a hint of surprise. This turned out to be the magic weapon used by the devil in the same year.

"This giant tripod is called Blood Ding, but it is the Supreme Emperor. It used to refine its body. In addition, this trip can refine the Quartet treasure and make it for yourself."

"The devil is the only one who can become a powerful emperor with his blood, and has created countless myths. One-third of the merits must be attributed to this giant."

"When you are the only combination of the Emperor's blood and the blood, you have restored the blood to a few points of anger, but still do not see the prestige of the year, so you want to completely restore the blood, you must find the treasure of heaven and earth."

If the old man is short, Lin Feng is shocked. This time, watching the blood, it is full of excitement. This is a big opportunity. This is the real opportunity.

One of the three magical instruments of the Emperor, Blood Ding, was obtained by himself?

"Predecessors, **** grade?" Lin Feng looked at the old man, tempted the general question.

"Supreme God Emperor". The old man squinted at Lin Feng and faintly shouted.

"Supreme God's Emperor? Is it even better than the Shangshen Emperor?" Lin Feng was surprised to see the blood, and sweared in his mouth.

The short old man listened to Lin Feng’s embarrassment and wanted to kill Lin Feng. In the end, where did the earthen buns come from, even the Supreme Gods did not know?

"Hey, kid, the top of the gods can compare with the blood Ding? This giant tripod is the true supreme god, and is the top grade, only the Emperor can be used, the semi-god can not be used, know What?"

"As for what you said, the shrine is also called the Emperor. The real Emperor is only the supreme instrument that is called the Emperor, because this is the instrument used by the Emperor."

"So powerful?" Lin Feng was completely shocked by the words of the old man. It is really terrifying.

"Then I will close it up, haha." Lin Feng made a big laugh and then flew to the front of Xue Ding. Compared with the latter, Lin Feng appeared to be a little small. This giant tripod has at least a dozen meters height. However, Lin Feng directly kicked the blood and kicked it. At the bottom of Juding, Juding was arrested.

"The strength of this kid?" The short old man looked surprised and looked at Lin Feng grabbed the blood, some surprised.

At least 100,000 kilograms of this giant tripod, it was so powerful that Lin Feng grabbed his arms.

"Pick up the blood, you have to inherit!".

Oh...

Just as Lin Feng carried the **** trip, suddenly a sound like a dragon's voice spread all over the place. Lin Feng heard the drink, and the subconscious body couldn't help but tremble. It was actually fearing?

That is…

Lin Feng looked up at the **** day~www.readwn.com~ The heart was full of shocking colors, what exactly is there? Why do you just fear yourself in one sentence?

"This old thing is still feeling the presence." The short old man was also looking up at the **** day, and then couldn't help but grin and smile, no longer paying attention.

At the moment, Lin Feng was excited. After this sound, Lin Feng suddenly found an ancient text in his mind. Under the black magic, the ancient text was read by Lin Feng. This is a practice. The name is called magic. Royal nerve.

The demon king's nerves are not gods, nor gods, but nerves, the demon kings who have been practicing in the past.

Lin Feng feels lucky to be here this time. Not only has he got the blood, but he also got the nerves of the devil. This time, the harvest is definitely not small.

"Predecessors, let's go out."

Lin Feng put away the blood, remembering all the contents of the magical emperor's nerves that came to mind, and turned around to look at the short old man.