"Dang! Dang! Dang!" I don't know if it was done on purpose by Zheng Di. Even though Luo Feng had further stimulated the power of the wings, the ancient and distant bell was still hanging tens of kilometers behind him. When he accidentally passed a passage that was hundreds of kilometers long, he could see the crazy figures of the Purple Bell King and the Cangjin King.

"I... I'm... I can't do it anymore, Yang! Avenge me!" Seeing that I couldn't resist, King Ye Chen wanted to break free from Zheng Di's hand and rushed towards King Zi Zhong and King Cang Jin. It seemed that he wanted to drag the two of them with a self-destruction.

"Give me peace of mind!" Zheng Di's divine gene internal force that integrated into the other party's cells tightly blocked the other party's actions.

He also said helplessly, "How did you know that we can't stand it?" After looking at Luo Feng, he seemed to be talking about where these two fools came from.

Zheng Di glanced at the Ye Chen King, who had resisted the attacks of Zi Zhong Wang several times, and his divine aura became even more depressed. However, the other party did not give up the struggle but became more intense and said, "Even if you can withstand it, my divine soul is too damaged, and it will be a drag on me if you don't explode. Let me go!"

Zheng Di held his forehead and watched King Ye Chen struggle fiercely again, and then was hit by Zi Zhong again. This time he was stunned and then recovered from his mind. He could not break free. He simply wanted to learn from the Ice Blade to destroy each other and hurt each other.

"Give me some peace!" A flash of light in Zheng Di's eyes, and the soul power was surging like a black hole in the abyss. King Ye Chen felt that although the mass was not strong, the soul power that was enough to crush him dozens of times became quiet in an instant.

"Pu Lao!" With the inspiration of Zheng Di's huge soul power, a giant dragon with a length of one kilometer high, seven kilometers long, with a dragon head, and a dragon claw, crawled around the three people, completely blocking the sound of the bell and the power of the soul attack.

Luo Feng looked at "Pu Lao" who perfectly blocked the attack of the soul of the Purple Bell King and said, "Long Si, Pu Lao, third brother, are you unreasonable?"

"Tsk, I'm good at deducing secret techniques, especially the methods of using them." Zheng Di said very proudly.

The fact is that since the Golden Horn Clan suffered losses in the use of secret techniques, in addition to the necessary secret techniques, it is more of a deep deduction and development of the possibility of using their own secret techniques.

Zheng Di himself comes from the world of the Tianlong Ba Tribe, and his understanding of warriors is completely different from that of ordinary warriors in the devouring world.

The secret technique created by the warrior of the devouring world is to better utilize his own understanding of the law and maximize the power of the law.

This is the same as practicing internal skills while practicing moves. The difference is that the master of internal skills really determines the outcome and the restraint of unique skills. For example, Duan Yu is placed in Murong Fu, Duan Yu's internal strength is more absorbed and transformed by the Beiming Divine Power, and he has almost no so-called internal skills. He can defeat the enemy and rely on the unique skills of the world's No. 1 sword.

What Murong Fu's tragedy is that he has a martial arts cultivation that is not inferior to Xiao Feng, but the difference is that Xiao Feng is purely dedicated to practicing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and his physical fitness can compete with the level of the first body technique of the Lingbo Weibu, the Tianlong, in terms of speed and endurance, in terms of speed and endurance.

In addition, the supreme internal ability of the Dragon Capture Art is naturally not as powerful as Duan Yu, but it is purely a powerful skill in his unique skills. As for the real fight, Duan Yu's physical fitness may be able to hurt Xiao Feng with the Six-Meridian Divine Sword from a distance of fifty feet, and once he is in close combat, he will definitely be killed instantly.

And Murong Fu clearly knew that the other party was relying on his unique skills to support the scene, and if he didn't directly capture him, he would have to lose.

His Pulao was developed based on the form of secret techniques he was best at, specifically restraining immortal powerful men like Zi Zhongwang who are good at sound wave attacks.

Therefore, in terms of self-created secret techniques, the principle of simplicity of the way is simple, and the basic use of the two secret techniques is very simple and directly, to fight and attack and gather strength.

"I want to resist dreaming!" The Purple Zhong King watched as King Ye Chen was about to fall under the attack of his soul, and was even ready to enslave the other party as his own slave, and was once again blocked by the hateful King of Slaughter.

The purple ancient bell is ancient and long, swaying around the "Pulao" transformed by Zheng Di's spiritual power. Unfortunately, Zheng Di's original soul cannot be much, not to mention that his will is far superior to him in terms of will, and the purple bell king has undergone spiritual transformation. Perhaps Hong's "heart is infinite and tolerant to everything" is better than him in terms of artistic conception, but this must be based on the level of equal cognition. At least as a time traveler, he is far superior to Hong.

Therefore, no matter how the Purple Bell King roared wildly, or even burned more divine bodies to bless the Purple Bell, it was a pity that it broke through the protection of "Pulao" and weakened most of the soul and soul attacks contained in the bell. Even King Ye Chen could easily resist it, let alone the two people with powerful secret soul defense techniques.

Seeing that it was about to pass through the entrance of the sacrifice tower, nearly a minute had passed. He heard the increasingly rapid sound of bells in his ears and shouted coldly, "I'm really ungrateful. Your broken gong is really noisy!"

The surface of "Pulao" that had been closing its eyes and endured the sound of the purple bell was flashing layer by layer. The evolutionary secret patterns of the nine secret patterns secretly combined with the power of cohesion suddenly changed.

"Kill!" Zheng Di stopped shouting, and accompanied by his roar, a sound wave impact bomb compressed by layers of divine power instantly ejected and exploded in the ears of Zi Zhong King.

"Ah!" It's not that the Purple Bell King cannot resist the sound wave attack. Zheng Di is different from the attacks he induced through the treasure purple bell. Zheng Di can't do so at the same time with his own personal life. Therefore, the attack containing a soul master comparable to the peak of the King's Seal was the first to hit him.

After all, the Purple Bell King is not in the spirit mind master school. The soul defense is truly comparable to the peak of the ordinary warrior’s title of king. He was suddenly hit by the soul. The shock of the divine body followed by the sound waves that hit the Purple Bell King even vomited blood and flew backwards into the wall of the passage.

"King of the Marquis of the Slaughter!" The eyes of Zi Zhong King were so angry that he was not inferior to other soul attacks just now. Zi Zhong was not a big deal to him, but this King of the Marquis of the Slaughter was too cruel. The sound wave bomb just now contained the sonic attack power he had attacked so far, and the power was deliberately compressed and not weaker than the extreme full-strength attack of the general king.

If he had no soul attack assistance, he could rely on the ancient clock to resist in advance. At most, he would damage his divine body ranging from one thousandth to one tenth of thousands of times. Now he was even worse than the ice blade at the time. He burned his divine body and attacked frantically. Now his divine body damage has reached nearly eight%.

The Zi Zhong King glanced at the playful King Cang Jin, who was gritting his teeth and stopped chasing him because he suddenly discovered a fact that made him a little frightened and angry. In this sacrifice tower, he could not convey the message to the virtual world of the mechanical tribe.

As soon as he suffered this severe damage and recovered from calmness, Zi Zhong King sent a message to his allies in the same camp, but he reminded himself that he failed to send it. The Cangjin King clearly had little damage to his divine body but kept following him. What he wanted to do was obviously self-evident.

Zheng Di glanced behind him. When the alien kings with ulterior motives stopped and waited directly after seeing the two of them being plotted against by him, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the entrance of the passage. Sure enough, a powerful immortal wearing purple battle armor and six arms was the peak Qiu Chika, who came all the way from the core control room.
Chapter completed!