It was like thousands of thunder thunder, and the "Sacred Lord's Remaining Spirit" screamed and immediately disappeared.

This holy lord's residual spirit is weaker than the purple lord's residual spirit back then; it is not much stronger than the demigod's residual thoughts that appeared in the first place. It is just a profound artistic conception and pretentious manner.

It should never be done, and it rushed into Zhao Feng's soul sea world.

Zhao Feng's "Emperor Will" has not been restored and has limited use of the divine tribulation thunder power, but it is different for the other party to break into the world of the Soul Sea, and will even be backfired by the divine tribulation thunder power.

A thought, Zhao Feng asked it to be destroyed.

This action also greatly shocked other evil spirits in the "Demon Stone".

Because the evil spirit power and breath of the demon-suppressing stone penetrated into Zhao Feng's soul sea world, the remaining evil spirits were so scared that they were terrified.

Swish

Zhao Feng steadily grabbed the Demon Stone and put it into the ancient iron ring.

at this time.

The battle for the bronze hanging coffin is not over yet.

The goal of the Eighth Prince and Luo Zun is to hang the coffin itself, and fight with the three middle-aged kings of yellow robe.

With his strong strength, Xin Wuhen successfully obtained the piece of strange jade that exuded warm and fragrant fragrance.

Nangong Sheng has special abilities and has seized the initiative and successfully obtained the extremely valuable "cloud silk robe".

At this time.

The body of the hanging coffin, the largest part, was divided by the Eighth Prince and Luo Zun. The three middle-aged kings in the yellow robe were defeated by the Eighth Prince and barely got a coffin cover.

And then.

It is the competition for other small items in the hanging coffin, which depends entirely on luck and strength.

"Xin Wuhen, don't let those two thieves go."

"The thief obtained the 'cloud silk robe is made of the cloud silk fairy butterfly, which is mainly used to swallow and spit cloud silk."

"Although this silk robe is light, it has a strong defense, and is invincible with water and fire, and is difficult to break through the magical weapons. It has a certain immune effect on various five elements attacks..."

The three middle-aged men in yellow robe looked at Nangong Sheng with hatred eyes.

In the "Purple-haired Double Evil", Zhao Feng was invaded by the remnant soul of the Holy Lord, and he was unable to survive.

Then, the remaining Nangong Sheng will be easier to deal with.

"snort"

Suddenly, a powerful physical force stood beside Nangong Sheng.

"How could you..."

The three middle-aged kings in the yellow robe sank, their body and mind were in disbelief, looking at the purple-haired boy who suddenly appeared.

"How could the invasion of the Holy Lord's residual spirit have no effect?"

The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun stared at the silly purple-haired boy.

It seems that Zhao Feng has no trace of success in being invaded.

There was no change in his power, breath and expression.

If Zhao Feng was successfully invaded or controlled by the inner demon, he would never be so calm and as if nothing had happened.

In a short period of time, the many kingly elites present were shocked and suspicious.

With Zhao Feng's return, the complete "purple hair double evil" is enough to be afraid of any side on the field.

Many people are afraid of Nangong Sheng’s strength.

At least if you fight alone, no one else except Xin Wuhen will be sure.

This purple-haired boy was even more unfathomable and successfully absorbed the "Demon-Suppressing Stone". Even the remaining spirit of the Holy Lord invaded his body, like a stone sinking into the sea.

"No matter who you are, Xin has promised these three allies..."

Xin Wuhen looked solemn, and a sense of fighting surged on his body.

Obviously, he wants to stand up for the three kings.

Although the purple-haired boy is now unable to see through, he also feels familiar.

"Xin Wuhen, take me a punch first."

Zhao Feng laughed loudly, the holy body and spirit pushed to its limit, and a pair of thunder ripples that were like substance condensed behind it.

That moment.

Many elite strong men present felt the power of artistic conception covering the world.

boom

Zhao Feng's simple punch exploded, and a layer of bright red glass flames burned. The thunder ripples and wings behind it flew and danced, creating a great artistic power that penetrated the world.

The three middle-aged kings in the yellow robe nearby suffered a huge impact on their minds and senses, creating a sense of trance.

The seemingly simple punch also incorporated a powerful soul trait realm.

If it were an ordinary king, I would be afraid that I would not even have the power to fight back.

Xin Wuhen's heart was slightly shocked, his face changed, he took a deep breath, took a step forward, and slapped a five-color vortex with one hand.

The five-color vortex is filled with brilliance and has a broad artistic conception that embraces all things.

Boom

The two forces twisted together, and there was a strange silence; the five-color vortex, rotating, boiling inside.
Chapter completed!