Fantasy One Second Billions Of Gods

Slowly walking towards the dragon's head, an indifferent voice sounded: "I am Beihai Kun Taoist. I don't like killing in my life, but if anyone dares to provoke Xiaodao, hum!"

This roar was like thunder piercing the ears, making the powerful men and women of the two clans tremble in shock.

Walking to the side of the dragon's head, a sharp claw protruded from the wide sleeve of the black robe. The sky-swallowing python felt palpitations in its heart and was secretly glad that it had not taken action.

The strong scales between the black dragon's brows were sliced ​​open as easily as butter. Hua Yunfei calmly opened his skull to take out the core. Hundreds of powerful men on both sides did not dare to make the slightest move.

"It turns out that Master Kun's talent as an Immortal Saint has begun to transform. What a pity, congratulations, our demon clan will have another great emperor!"

Kun was originally the overlord of the demons, extremely powerful, and after transforming into a roc, he was even more terrifying. His promotion to the Demon Emperor was a sure thing. The sky-swallowing python plucked up the courage, spoke softly, and prayed for friendship, and was even used as food.

Hua Yunfei snorted coldly, put away a large crystal core of 28 buckets, and walked straight towards the palace door.

The two clans were confronting each other here to prevent each other from entering, but now Hua Yunfei walked towards the palace gate in a swagger, and no one dared to stop him.

"Master Kun, why don't you kill all these human monks?"

The demon-patterned tiger's voice frightened all the human cultivators. Several great saints sacrificed their imperial soldiers one after another and prepared for the attack. In the case of two quasi-emperors, especially a Kunpeng, escaping is just suicidal.

"Not interested in!"

Both the monsters with grinning faces and the panicked humans were all stunned in place, staring in disbelief at the figure walking further and further away.

"Master Kun?"

"Needless to say, I don't like killing, be it humans or demons, as long as you don't provoke me, you can leave or stay as you please."

Without the help of Hua Yunfei, the demon clan that lost the black dragon would not be able to eat the humans, so they had to step into the temple with hatred.

"King Dingjun, what should we do, leave?"

"No!" King Dingjun's eyes flashed, and he walked towards the main hall: "The Desolate Tower is the most precious treasure of our human race, and it must not fall into the hands of the demon race. We just need to avoid that Taoist Kun.

"But......"

"There is no but, I am a slave and I am a fish. He has no reason to lie to me. He is just a quasi-emperor. When we take back the Huangta, the emperor will be able to kill him!"

The powerful humans looked at each other for a while, then followed him and disappeared into the hall.

When both groups entered, a red light flashed and a figure swept into the hall. The desolate tower trembled slightly and made a roar as if to welcome this person's arrival.

From the outside, it looks like a vast hall. After entering, you realize that there is a whole other world. Pavilions, mountains and rivers are like a small world. A solitary tower stands on the horizon, towering into the clouds.

"This should be the demigod's kingdom of the demon demigod, but it was smashed through by the Desolate Tower!"

Not wanting to search for anything more, Hua Yunfei headed straight towards the Huangta. Several great saints from the demon race and human race followed closely behind, while the other monks dispersed to look for opportunities.

The body of the deserted tower is bronze in color and magnificent. There are seven deep and dark sarcophagi scattered near the tower. The coffin lid is wide open and empty.

Feeling the sinister aura inside the coffin, the remaining imperial power is dizzying. Hua Yunfei can imagine that at least seven monster emperors, with the help of sarcophagi, resisted the suppression of Huangta and competed with them.

"The Demon Emperor's coffin is here, but where is the Demon Emperor?"

The sky-swallowing white python shook his head in disbelief and turned his gaze to the simple and unpretentious bronze tower. Could it be...

Whether it was the Demon Emperor who was exhausted and was trapped in the desolate tower, or whether he was restraining the desolate tower and wanted to get in and take control but couldn't get out. After thousands of years, they must all be dead.

Hua Yunfei gave it a try. The outside of the desolate tower was full of mysterious restrictions and was as immovable as a mountain.

"It seems that all of this has to be revealed in the tower!" Looking at the group of great saints who were fighting for the demon emperor's coffin, Hua Yunfei sneered and touched the door of the deserted tower "Being sucked into it by a ray of blue light.

At this time, a ray of red light flew over, wrapping up the last sarcophagus, revealing a figure, it was Ye Futian who was stepping on the blood cone.

"How come you have the soul-stealing awl of Old Blood Ghost in your hand?" the Holy King of the Great Wilderness Sect asked, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. The small mirror in his hand was the sect's quasi-emperor soldier. If you can seize this awl...

Seemingly reading his mind, Ye Futian snorted 347 and threw out a piece of crocodile skin, full of large and small holes.

"Old Crocodile!"

The three demons of the demon tribe looked horrified. Before the demon emperor could see his heart, two great saints fell. Where did this genius of the human race jump out, so amazing. I felt panicked and quickly followed Hua Yunfei's steps into the tower.

The four great saints of the human race also had their eyes straightened. Although this crocodile saint was seriously injured by King Dingjun, it was not something that ordinary great saints could defeat.

In other words, the human youth with ordinary cultivation in front of him has mastered the quasi-emperor's weapons proficiently, and his combat power has reached the level of a great saint, or even higher than that of ordinary great saints.

The great sage of the Great Wilderness Sect and the casual cultivator looked at each other and turned away: Don't do anything here. When they get out of this forbidden area, hum.

"We can't let the demon clan seize the opportunity. Let's go in too!" King Dingjun spoke. Xuanwan greeted Ye Futian enthusiastically, not knowing that he had sworn to kill Hua Yunfei.

The five people entered the desolate tower, and four figures stood in front of them. They were really Layer Fei and Yaozu.

(Seeking self-determination, seeking complete determination!!).