Behind King Nanfeng, a white-bearded figure burst out from the crystal white light, which pierced the soul.

The two merged into one, and the colors of heaven and earth changed, like a peerless swordsman.

"What...this?"

Holy Lord Moyuan was stunned for a moment.

Is this okay?

King Nanfeng, with the blessing of the power of Dragon Luck, already has the combat power of Xuan Guang Xiao Cheng. If ancient artifacts are added, his combat power will definitely far exceed that of Xuan Guang Dacheng.

Enough to pose a fatal threat to him.

In the distance, Holy Lord Youye and Old Monster Xu were filled with excitement.

Now King Nanfeng, the peerless power bursting out from his whole body is astonishing.

"It is indeed an ancient artifact," Old Monster Xu sighed.

"Lord Holy Lord, I just want to return a favor to Zhao Feng and don't want to be your enemy."

In the white light shadow, the vicissitudes of the little sword master's majestic voice stirred up at the soul level.

"Holy Lord of the Demon Abyss, the battle for the crown prince is about to begin. All the forces in the Daqian Dynasty will be involved. No one can predict what changes will happen next."

King Nanfeng said calmly with overwhelming power.

Holy Lord Moyuan looked at King Nanfeng and understood the meaning of his words.

In order to deal with the purple-haired twin evils, Jiuyou Palace lost a lot of middle-level combat power and even killed a holy master.

If he was injured because of a junior Xushen, it would not sound good if word spread about it, and it might even affect the future development of Jiuyou Palace.

Today, the three-star peak sect Tianjian Pavilion has obtained the power of ancient artifacts, and all situations have become unpredictable.

"Okay, for the sake of King Nanfeng and Tianjian Pavilion, I will let you go today."

The resonant voice of the Holy Lord of the Demonic Abyss spread throughout the world, finding a step for himself.

"snort"

The magic light tentacles in the void all shrank and turned into dark magic light, wrapping the Holy Lord of Demonic Abyss in it and gradually moving away.

The huge coercion of the Demonic Saint Lord is gradually disappearing

"Thank you Tianjian Pavilion for your help."

Everyone in Haiyan Pavilion thanked him together.

"I have repaid Zhao Feng's favor. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

The Ancient God's Broken Sword passed through a green shadow, fell into Mo Dongyao's hand, and then left.

At this time, in the ancient dreamland.

The weather is sunny and sunny, but there is a forest shrouded in endless thunderstorms.

"The small world structure is initially completed"

Zhao Feng was sitting in the middle of the small world, surrounded by a sky and earth, dark clouds covering the sky, wind and thunder roaring, but it had no effect on him.

The true energy in the crystal core space slowly flows to every part of the small world, just like the blood of the human heart flowing to the limbs and bones.

He could feel that in this small world, he was the master and controlled everything.

He even has a hint of control over the rules and powers of the ancient space.

The use of the small world is to overlap it in the real space, thereby controlling the power of rules in the real space to a certain extent.

At this time, Zhao Feng's small world was only a hundred feet in size.

Compared with the projection of the thousand-mile small world of the Nine Nether Demon Lord back then, it was nothing like clouds and mud.

"The power of the small world is insufficient. It seems that the connection between the wind and thunder field and the crystal core space is not close enough."

Zhao Feng's left eye sees everything.

The basic structure of the small world must be complete and solid, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to readjust it in the future.

a certain day

In the sky above the ancient dreamland, dark clouds came over, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and a trace of thunder loomed.

"Is it coming?"
Chapter completed!