The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

Everything, back to normal.

"Um......"

The woman in her arms moved, this woman was Dai Fen, not a fake Dai Fen, but a real Dai Fen. The room was a mess, all traces of battle.

The star demon clan has a special physique. This woman wanted to conquer Yang Zheng. One battle was followed by another. I don't know how long the battle was, and this woman finally gave up.

Instead of conquering Yang Zheng, she was conquered by Yang Zheng.

In this battle, Yang Zheng didn't lose anything, instead he gained a lot, especially at the moment when his primordial spirit reached the ultimate state, he realized that the entire galaxy world, the entire universe was grasped in the palm of his hand. a feeling.

The universe in the palm of your hand!

It's that feeling!

However, it was only a feeling. Yang Zheng had not been able to transform that feeling into a move. If it were to evolve into a move, it would be much stronger than the average God's Domain. Like the previous battle against the Dragon and Blood God King Tian Long, he had to use the power of his body, but once the cosmos in his palm was perfected, he only needed to raise his hand, and even Tian Long would not be able to move at all.

Take control of the universe!

Take control!

It is a pity that the feeling disappeared as soon as the primordial spirit returned to the body. Although the cultivation of primordial spirit has been further improved after the double cultivation with Dai Fen, it is only a far cry from the detachment realm that controls everything. .

Now, Yang Zheng's Primordial Spirit cultivation base is a real high-level **** king.

He glanced at the woman in his arms. The bloodline of the Xingyao clan was truly amazing. At this moment, he thought of Yinghuo, Yinghuo is the Creation God Clan. If he cultivated with Yinghuo, would it be...

......

"The banker's people haven't left, you can do it yourself."

When leaving the underground black market, it was Dai Fen who sent Yang Zheng out. Although this woman looked indifferent, she still reminded Yang Zheng.

"Anyone from the banker? Could the descendants of saints still rob things?"

Yang Zheng smiled and didn't take it to heart.

A few minutes later, the two left the black market and reached the ground. As soon as they reached the ground, someone came after them.

"stop!"

From behind, a voice sounded.

"It's Zhuang Bai."

Jiang Feng whispered, reminding Yang Zheng.

"Is it."

Yang Zheng responded lightly, turned around, and looked at the few people chasing behind him.

The person at the head is a young man dressed in a luxurious robe. He is accompanied by two old men. The two old men are not simple. One is a high-level **** general, and the other is a junior **** king.

With two masters to protect him, the banker's background is indeed extraordinary.

Like the Jiang family where Jiang Feng belongs, although it is inherited from the ancient Jiang Ziya, it has lost a part of the inheritance. Within the family, the strongest is the king of the gods. Compared with the descendants of Zhuang Sheng, the background is a little worse.

There is at most one divine general by Jiang Feng's side, and the one surnamed Zhuang has a divine general and a divine king beside him.

But, these three people, Yang Zheng doesn't take it seriously, the king of gods can be overturned with one punch!

My son, are you still afraid that you won't succeed?

"You want the seeds of the ancient gods, right? Come with me."

Yang Zheng said with a smile, and his figure swept out.

"Humph! The heart of the ancient **** seed, the devil god, I want it!"

Zhuang Bai sneered and chased after him.

After a few minutes, Yang Zheng stopped.

At this moment, the place where he is located is a wilderness outside the suburbs. This place is wide enough for fighting, and it also has a place to play. In the urban area, there are express regulations that the god-level powerhouse is forbidden to engage in fierce battles. Once accidental damage is caused, he will be caught in prison.

Beimingxing, the most powerful force is Beimingwuyuan, behind which there is the Thunder God Emperor, who controls the entire Antarctic Sky. Those powerful God Kings also have to abide by that rule.

"Boy, there's nowhere to escape!"

The three of Zhuang Bai chased after him, staring at Yang Zheng coldly, as if they had settled for Yang Zheng.

"I heard that Zhuangzi was a saint in the ancient times. He once suppressed hundreds of millions of foreign gods and demons in the battlefield of gods and demons with a roll of free and easy travel, and prevented a catastrophe for the galaxy world. I didn't expect that the descendants of Zhuangsheng were so unbearable that they wanted to rob them. other people's things."

Yang Zheng's voice was loud, and he sighed while shaking his head.

Zhuang Sheng, this name is spoken, so that the **** emperor also admires, but this Zhuang Bai, as a descendant of Zhuang Sheng, is so playful, if Zhuang Sheng is still alive, I don't know what to think.

"You also know that I am a descendant of saints, and you have to compete with me for treasures. You are tired of living yourself!"

Zhuang Bai sneered.

This fellow, not only does not refute, but is proud of being a playboy.

"Then there's nothing to say, let me try your ability, the descendant of Saint Zhuang."

Yang Zheng, with a slight smile, made a gesture of invitation with his right hand.

"The Secret Technique of Hua Peng of Free Travel!"

Just listening to Zhuang Bai shouting loudly, the whole person changed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge Peng bird, flapping its wings and flying, it was like covering the sky!

"Boy, this is my house's Pengshu, transformed into a great Peng bird, and the combat power has improved to a great realm. At this moment, I am a high-level **** king. What are you fighting me for!"

Zhuang Bai, with a pair of huge golden pupils, stared at Yang Zheng condescendingly.

"Zhuang's Pengshu, forcibly raising the realm, incarnates the divine bird Dapeng. At this moment, he is comparable to the real Pengbird, sir, be careful."

Jiang Feng frowned and whispered.

At this level of battle, he can't interfere, and even if he doesn't pay attention, he will be affected by it. The only thing he can do is to point out the mystery of the Pengjutsu that Zhuang Bai casts.

"Pengshu? Hehe, it just so happens that this young master has also learned a secret technique before, and today it happens to be compared with you, the descendant of the saint."

Yang Zheng chuckled lightly, then jumped up, and the next moment there was an explosion of golden light in the air, only the sound of a Peng bird chirping was heard, and Yang Zheng also turned into a big Peng!

A golden-winged Dapeng!

call!

The wings shook, covering the sky and the sun!

this moment!

Golden-winged Dapeng VS Yellow-winged Dapeng!

Gold and yellow, although similar in color, can tell the difference at a glance from the luster.

The golden-winged Dapeng transformed by Yang Zheng at this moment is obviously more powerful, more powerful, and more sharp-edged than the yellow-winged Dapeng transformed by Zhuang Bai!

It feels like a genuine product and a fake one. If you don't compare them together, there may not be much difference, but when you compare them together, the edge of the genuine product will overwhelm the fake one!

"Pengshu!"

"Golden Winged Dapeng!"

Zhuang Bai's two guards exclaimed at the same time.

"This......"

Jiang Feng was also surprised. He never thought that Yang Zheng could still have such a secret technique.

Free and easy travel, but the bookmaker's unique skill!

When did Yang Zheng learn the inheritance left by the saint? ..