Super God

Yun Feiyang shoulders the mission of reshaping the God Realm. He needs to find the spirits of the 108 gods, wake them up, and enter the shrine or divine position.

Ten thousand continents, lurking twelve soul carriers.

Today, Luo Mu, Liang Yin, Ling Sha Luo, Zhu Ge Jin, Murong Zhan, Po Duo Luo, Liu Rou are awakening.

Counting the namelessness that has been swallowed by Raytheon, it has already reached eight, and four carriers have not been found.

Three years later.

The Dragon Gate of Little God Realm opens.

Yun Feiyang must find a way to enter.

Once he leaves the World of Ten Thousand Continents and wants to come back, I am afraid it will be very troublesome. He must find several other people during this time.

How can I find it?

This is a big problem. At least for now, there is absolutely no sign of it.

"City Lord."

Just as Yun Fei was anxious, the poison scorpion appeared in the study room and said, "Seven days ago, there was a vision in the desert of the Western Region."

"Vision?"

Yun Fei said: "Say."

...

During the period when the God's Forbidden Island opened, the desert located west of the mainland suddenly condensed a storm.

This situation was originally accustomed to, but the formation of a sandstorm, which lasted for seven full days, has not stopped.

and.

As the wind speed and dust condensed, the storm became larger and larger, and its range reached more than ten miles.

Since most of the top strongmen have gone to the Island of God's Forbidden, ordinary martial arts dare not approach, just guessing that there may be some kind of treasure to be born.

...

After hearing the news from the poison scorpion mouth, Yun Feiyang left Iron Bone City immediately, and came to the Western Desert in a few days.

"Huhu--"

The gusty wind swept through, and the dust was flying all over the sky, blocking the sun.

"The breath of divine power..." Yun Feiyang walked in the desert, his eyes narrowed and said: "Is the artifact born?"

"Brush!"

At this moment, several Saint-level strongmen flew by, and when they saw Yun Feiyang, they all startled: "Feiyang Shengdi!"

These strong men also went to the God's Forbidden Island. Naturally, Yun Feiyang disappeared inexplicably. Unexpectedly, he could safely return and meet in the Western Region.

"Trouble."

"This guy is also here. If it's a treasure, we're afraid it will be difficult to obtain."

Several saint-level strong men looked a bit ugly, but they flew at a rapid speed, hoping to get started first.

Yun Feiyang didn't care.

If it's really a treasure, he wants it to be absolutely within reach. After all, there is a Wushen-level thug like Huang Yingshan.

have to say.

Although Yun Feiyang's strength has gone through the Island of Divine Forbidden, there is no improvement, but the thugs obtained are enough to be proud of the World of Continent and be invincible.

...

Deep in the desert.

Dust storms spreading over ten miles screamed, reaching a height of several hundred feet, as if they were level with the sky.

At this moment.

More than a dozen emperor-level and three holy-level strongmen who rushed first hung in the periphery, entangled, whether to rush over.

"The wind is too strong."

"If I rush in, I'm afraid I will be swept away!"

"Can only continue to wait." After experiencing the horror of God's Forbidden Island, these strong men became extra cautious.

however.

At this moment.

The roaring wind suddenly slowed down, and the yellow sand fell down like snowflakes.

Everyone was happy.

After about half an hour, the original wind flow of more than ten miles gradually narrowed to a few feet, and the wind dropped a lot.

"Ok?"

A saint-level strongman was released, and he was stupefied: "Someone inside!"

Someone?

Everyone was shocked.

Could it be that the strong man entered before him and got the treasure to weaken the sandstorm?

Quack.

Suddenly, the wind was completely still.

Everyone saw that a teenager fell to the ground, gasping weakly, and sand and dust circling around him, forming a faint affair.

Some strong men flashed strangely in their eyes.

Can survive in the center of the sandstorm, this person must have got the treasure!

"brush!"

"brush!"

At the same time, the three Saint-level strongmen rushed over, and they wanted to win the young man and win the treasure in the fastest time.

The weak teenager seemed to realize that someone was approaching, and he tried to raise his hand and said, "Don't...don't come over!"

"call--"

Sand dust flew suddenly, condensed a giant hand, and attacked the three Saint-level strongmen.

"boom!"

The giant hands transformed into sand were crushed, and the first Saint-level strongman who rushed down fell beside the boy, coldly saying, "Little baby, hand over the treasure."

"Treasure?"

The teenager tried to stand up and said, "I...I don't have one."

"No?"

The strong man sneered.

Obviously only Wu Zong-level little guy, but suddenly condensed sand dust big hands, forming a power not weaker than the imperial level, this must be achieved with the help of the treasure.

"brush!"

At this moment, two other Saint-level strongmen also rushed over. Without saying anything, they would take the young man away.

"Come on!"

The former saint-level strongman, with his big sleeves waving, condensed the strength of Wusheng's later period, and directly bombarded the two.

"Boom!"

The sky was dusty.

The two middle-aged martial arts strongmen were suddenly blown out, and finally fell on the ground with hate, saying: "The soul sage prince, the treasure is born, the witness has a share, you can't swallow it alone."

"Humph."

The soul-killing sage said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to share the treasure with your husband, hurry up."

"brush."

At this moment, he grabbed the boy who was about to walk away and said in a cold voice: "Little baby, hand over the things quickly."

The teenager struggled and said, "I... I have nothing!"

"It seems that you are toasting and don't eat and drink fines." The soul-robbing Saint's eyes gloomed, and a strange breath erupted throughout his body, instantly covering the teenager.

"Forbidden Soul Capture!?"

The two martial saints looked dignified.

They know that this is the forbidden technique of the soul-killing sage, and it can ingest the memory of others. The process is very overbearing, and it will also make the target hurt.

"You... what are you going to do!" The teenager seemed to realize that something was wrong, and panic appeared in his eyes.

"Little baby!"

The soul-grabbing sage sneered, "Enjoy the pain."

With that, the eerie breath struck the teenager instantly, eroding towards his knowledge of the sea.

"what!"

The boy screamed suddenly.

The process of foreign forces forcibly infiltrating the sea makes him worse than life.

"Hey."

Suddenly, a voice came behind him: "Is it cruel to treat a teenager like this?"

The face of the Holy Slayer who is performing the forbidden technique has changed his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He turned instinctively to see, first a big foot flew.

"Bang--"

The soul-grabbing prince was flew out directly, and finally gnawed the ground with a big footprint on his face.

Two holy-level strongmen and more than ten emperor-level strongmen have their eyes widened.

Wu Sheng late strong.

Kicked off, who is so bullish?

When everyone looked around, they saw a young man standing next to the young man, withdrawing his feet indifferently.

"Yunfeiyang!"

Everyone recognized the comer.

"Snapped."

Yun Feiyang smashed the dust from his trouser legs and said lightly: "He is the person I am looking for, you can go back."