A few hours later, Zhao Feng visited the Pirate Holy Land of Shibajiao again.

He did not hide the kingly aura on his body. During the flight, the thunder wings dragged a layer of red gold storm with a radius of a hundred feet.

In the Eighteen Angles Holy Land, the pirate elites were frightened by Zhao Feng's aura.

Some strong pirates even recognized Zhao Feng's identity.

Swish

The thunder wings behind Zhao Feng flapped rapidly and landed on a pirate king's ship.

"Zhao Feng, it's you..."

The pirate king was a new-faced bald king who looked to be in his thirties.

Zhao Feng didn't know him, but the bald king knew Zhao Feng.

In the Holy Land of Pirate Emperor inheritance, he once witnessed Zhao Feng displaying his great power and directly controlling the throne of Pirate Emperor.

"Emperor Lengyue, where is she?"

Although Zhao Feng did not know this pirate king, it did not prevent him from asking about the whereabouts of Emperor Leng Yue.

The bald king felt the vast and majestic aura from Zhao Feng, his heart trembled slightly, and he answered respectfully.

Under the guidance of the bald king, Zhao Feng flew in one direction.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Feng approached a huge sea fortress, which was smelted and composed of several legendary pirate ships. It looked like a small island, with trees, pavilions, bridges and flowing water visible on it.

After the birth of a new generation of Pirate Emperors, the Pirate Holy Lands joined forces to build this maritime fortress, called the "Pirate Emperor's Court".

The supreme ruler of the Pirate Imperial Court is naturally the new generation of Pirate Emperor - Emperor Leng Yue.

Zhao Feng's arrival caused a commotion in the Pirate Royal Court.

Not only is the vast and majestic aura about him far superior to that of a king; more importantly, many high-ranking pirates know him.

Zhao Feng was quickly received by several pirate kings, including a familiar blond man and a bearded middle-aged man.

"Zhao Feng, you actually have time to come to my pirate imperial court as a guest."

A clear and sassy voice came.

In the mighty force of the emperor, a flawless silver-robed woman with a perfect and slender figure, carrying a sword on her back and wearing a crown on her head, appeared in front of Zhao Feng.

Emperor Leng Yue lingered in the cold glow of the bright moon, looking at Zhao Feng with a half-smiling smile.

After a few polite words, Zhao Feng proposed to talk to Emperor Leng Yue alone.

This move aroused some ambiguous or jealous looks from some pirates.

What is enviable is that Emperor Lengyue agreed without thinking.

Moreover, Emperor Leng Yue, who was usually unsmiling and cold and serious, showed an uncharacteristic smile after meeting Zhao Feng.

call out

Zhao Feng turned into a ray of wind and lightning, and flew away in the sky with the mighty power of the emperor's will.

"The Emperor's Will"

The high-ranking pirates in the Pirate Court were shocked and dumbfounded.

Emperor Leng Yue was surprised, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

She had to admit that Zhao Feng's growth was faster than she imagined; no wonder this man was not even tempted by the throne of the Pirate King.

After a while.

Zhao Feng and Emperor Lengyue were standing high in the sea of ​​mist. In this position, they could withstand the direct sunlight of the Ancient Golden Crow. Even the souls and bodies of ordinary kings would not be able to hold on for a moment.

"Zhao Feng, you didn't come to me this time just to be a guest, right?"

Emperor Leng Yue said.

In her impression, Zhao Feng is just a cultivator who is not interested in some secular power wars.

Zhao Feng no longer hesitated and explained his future intentions one by one.

During this process, Emperor Leng Yue's face sometimes showed a wave of panic, and he was moved and lost his voice.

Not only the reputation of the Death Emperor, but also the fact that Zhao Feng was able to survive for such a long time in the pursuit of Death, and even had several head-to-head confrontations with the Death Emperor.

"If I hadn't run so fast, I would have died a long time ago. But now, with our strength and sufficient growth, we may not be able to defeat the 'Death Emperor..."

Zhao Feng's eyes gradually ignited with strong fighting spirit.

That fighting spirit contained overwhelming rage of aggrievedness.

After being hunted for six or seven years, Zhao Feng has never been so humiliated since he started practicing.

"Zhao Feng, I owe you a favor. This time, I will try my best to help you. Although I cannot guarantee victory, I believe it is not difficult to protect yourself."

Emperor Leng Yue said decisively to Yu Jian.

In the past.

Without Zhao Feng's help, she would never have been able to ascend to the throne of "Pirate Emperor" and become the False God Emperor.

In his words, Emperor Leng Yue also had a sense of confidence.

Zhao Feng knew that Emperor Leng Yue was the newly born Pirate Emperor and was protected by the power of the Pirate Holy Land.

This is due to the crown on her head, which allows Emperor Leng Yue to fear no other emperor within ten years.

Of course, correspondingly, Emperor Leng Yue cannot leave the Pirate Holy Land within ten years. This kind of protection is limited to the Shibajiao Pirate Holy Land.

This is the layout of the first generation Pirate King based on the secret realm of Tianji.

That's why.

The throne of the Pirate Emperor can be continued from generation to generation.

that day.

Zhao Feng was arranged to a remote micro-canyon area. The entire micro-canyon area was a huge canyon, similar to the Bahuang Mountain.

In this miniature canyon, the environment is harsh, storms are everywhere, and almost no one survives.

On the other hand, there are other canyons with superior environments, where the descendants of pirates and some ordinary mortals are stationed and bred.

The reason why we chose such a deserted area was to avoid an emperor-level battle that would harm innocent people.

"Zhao Feng, you are recuperating here now. If you have any needs, you can contact me."

Emperor Leng Yue left a message token with the crescent moon mark.

Zhao Feng nodded, sat cross-legged with the demigod child, and began to retreat.

Along the way, they fought in many places, and both of them improved in cultivation.

Sufficient resources were also added to the Xuhai Spiritual Palace last time.

"The thunder power of Divine Tribulation absorbed more than two hundred threads..."

In the purple sea of ​​souls, two hundred and dozens of simple and subtle thunder patterns can be seen, which are deep and mysterious, with an aura of immortality and divine calamity.

The power of divine tribulation thunder has increased not just in quantity, but these divine tribulation thunder patterns are clearer and more solid than before.

Zhao Feng's "Red Gold Wind and Thunder" training level reached 50-60%, and the amount of divine tribulation mysteries incorporated into it was more than twice as much as when he was in Tiansheng Qin Palace.

Buzz

A layer of bright ice-blue scales appeared on Zhao Feng's body surface, fresh and agile, and the bloodline aura of the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List became stronger and stronger.

The improvement of cultivation and physical fitness can promote the further return of bloodline to ancestors.

The higher the bloodline, the greater the potential.

An ordinary bloodline may reach the end of its cultivation to become a lord or king.

For the bloodline of the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List, the Danyuan realm is just the beginning, and the king is even only in the "infancy stage".

These days, the bloodline of the Black Ice Scale Clan, and even the bloodline of the Divine Eye, have grown to a certain extent, and some inherited powers have further awakened.

Zhao Feng discovered that this was not only an improvement in cultivation and physical fitness, but also a promotion of dream fruits.

From the demigod's incomparable desire for dream flesh, flesh, and dream spiritual fruits, we can know the effects of the products from the ancient dream world.

Think of this.

Zhao Feng picked another dream fruit and swallowed it.

"There are still fifteen pills left..."

In the ancient dreamland, the number of spiritual fruits on the towering trees is getting smaller and smaller.

Four or five of them are still young and have not been mature for several years.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.

Zhao Feng and the demigod child raced against time and devoted themselves to training.
To be continued...