From then on, the new era will give birth to a third high-level god king.

And this third person who went out of the mountain to suppress the Yang Yin King of the Martial God Temple by himself will definitely leave a good story for the ages.

At this time, the Yin Yin King looked solemnly at Zhang Zifeng, who was treating the Yang Silver King, and had basically determined that Zhang Zifeng was in the position of being promoted to a high-level God King.

Because only when you reach the high-level god king will you have the initial awakening of the bloodline attribute.

There is no doubt that Zhang Zifeng inherited a powerful healing ability after absorbing the bloodline of the Mountain Ghost Ancestor at the beginning.

This healing power can only be realized within oneself before awakening.

However, when promoted to the high-level god king, there will be a preliminary awakening of one's own bloodline, in other words, the attributes of one's own bloodline are not only limited to oneself, but can even change the surrounding environment.

For example, now Zhang Zifeng used the bloodline of the mountain ghost ancestor to start treating women.

At this time, the fault in the woman's chest was reorganizing and healing, and although the effect was not very fast, it was visible to the naked eye.

And this effect will definitely be reminded by Zhang Zifeng's future strength, and the healing power will become more and more perfect and powerful.

The so-called tree is good for the shade, and there is no doubt that the mountain ghost bloodline itself is not strong, because it has become a part of the Qihuang bloodline, and it will naturally evolve to a new realm in the future.

It will even become the pinnacle of the bloodline of the healing system.

Gradually, the woman's wound basically healed, and by the way, Zhang Zifeng also helped her repair her ribs.

Of course, this is only a fatal wound, after all, Zhang Zifeng didn't want this woman to jump up and kill himself when the time came, and he also had every reason to believe that she would do this.

Leaving her, Zhang Zifeng is still useful, which is also what Zhang Zifeng planned from the beginning.

The woman's face was pale and cold, and she didn't speak anymore, she was like a wounded, proud white swan, staring at the man who defeated her with extremely hateful eyes.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Zifeng smiled and said, "From now on, your life is mine, and you won't dare to mess around without my permission, understand?" ”

The woman didn't speak at first, staring at Zhang Zifeng coldly, as if she wanted to kill Zhang Zifeng with her eyes.

In fact, this is the only way for her to save her dignity now.

"I'll ask again, understand?" Zhang Zifeng raised the woman's chin and said jokingly.

At this time, Zhang Zifeng was terrifying, like a demon.

Blood spilled from the corners of the woman's mouth, and it was blood from the shame of clenching her teeth.

Her eyes are ruddy, like a little daughter-in-law who has been killed, and the face of the originally beautiful royal sister is even more memorable, and she can't wait to conquer her and get her.

It's a pity that Zhang Zifeng doesn't eat this set, he won't forget the previous sister's decisive killing and contempt for life.

If the woman doesn't speak, Zhang Zifeng will definitely let him speak, in any way, by any means.

A loser should have the attitude of a loser, this is Zhang Zifeng's attitude.

"You don't say it, believe it or not, I let you go naked and throw it to the sixth layer of space for everyone to enjoy?"

As soon as these words came out, the woman's red eyes froze, her teeth rattled, and she clenched her fists.

She also believed that if she committed suicide again, Zhang Zifeng would treat herself with the same humiliation at that time.

Undoubtedly, this way is more painful than killing her a hundred times.

"Yin Silver King, kill him!" The Yang Silver King suddenly looked up at the Yin Silver King.

She was already a loser, and after feeling the incomparable humiliation, her tone was no longer arrogant, and even at this time, she looked at the Yin Silver King, who was originally on an equal footing with her, and her eyes did not dare to look at her.

The Yin Silver King has noble golden eyes, golden curly hair, and perfect knife-like facial features.

On the other hand, she is not clothed, and her whole body is seen by Zhang Zifeng, she is like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Therefore, when she spoke to the Yin Silver King at this time, she used an extremely humble and even pleading tone.

She hoped that in doing so, she would be able to save some of her dignity.

But......

The Yin Silver King did have a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, and he fell to the ground with a click.

He couldn't help but glance at the sword immortal behind him, his brows furrowed.

The sword fairy stood with his hands on his shoulders, smiled, and said, "Don't be impulsive, don't say whether you can pass my level, even that kid you may not be an opponent, right?" ”

Yin Yin King looked at Zhang Zifeng who was in Gujing Wubo, secretly clenched his fists, but the corners of his mouth suddenly outlined a smile, and said, "The Martial God Temple has no grudges or hatreds with the martial artists of the new era, on the contrary, we have always been the messengers to guide them. ”

He can amplify the volume, this sentence is said to King Yang Yin, and it is also said to Zhang Zifeng, who is already so powerful that he can't control it.

"The Martial God Temple is a noble, descendant of a gentleman, we are the wise oracles who have the wisdom to guide the times, and we came here for the same purpose, that is, to work together to reclose the door of the bronze giant and bring light to the new era, right?"

Hearing this, the woman's face turned pale, and she had completely understood the meaning from the words of the Yin Silver King.

It means that she is no longer worthy of the title of Yang Yin King, she is just a defeated slave in the middle of a gambling contract.

She no longer belongs to the Martial God Temple, but an inferior person who is unclothed and humiliated, an inferior person who is not even as good as an "ant".

And this sentence is so interesting to Zhang Zifeng.

This sentence seems to throw a white flag to Zhang Zifeng to sue for peace, telling Zhang Zifeng that the two sides should have the same purpose to the outside world.

I'm sorry, Zhang Zifeng doesn't have this interest, and he doesn't like to be in line with this kind of person.

"Do you hear, the Martial God Temple has abandoned you, it's ridiculous," Zhang Zifeng's narrow and heterochromatic eyes swept towards the woman, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You don't have a choice, your fate can only be in my hands in the future, all you have to do is to be a docile kitten, you will feel good when I am happy, if I am not happy, the consequences will ......"

Zhang Zifeng's slender bones and distinct five fingers crossed the woman's chin, and he said with a smile, "The consequences will make up for yourself." ”

……

Bronze Giant Que, the eighth floor of space.

Millions of nightmares hibernate, rolling black clouds surge, and storms rage.

As the mother of the nightmares, the noble creator, and one of the four great lords, the "Blood Demon Queen" wore a sexy willow skirt, perfectly showing off her slender white thighs.

At this time, the Blood Demon Queen propped her chin and lay like a gentle Persian cat on the throne on a million corpses.

Her purple and warm eyes were like pure and flawless gems, shining in the dark and chaotic space, shining with eleven rays of space that transcended the times.

"I was so happy to have a friend from afar, I didn't expect you to be the first to arrive at my eighth layer of space!" Blood Demon Queen's plump and soft red lips opened lightly, and her snow-white teeth spewed out a hot mist.

She swiped her soft fingers across her chest, and stepped into the heart of a million nightmares.

Suddenly, all the nightmares fell silent and swept towards the border of the eighth layer of space.

At this time, I only saw the edge of darkness, and in the black fog, a slender and exquisite man emerged.

A smile was drawn at the corner of his bladed mouth, and at first glance he looked like a man with a lot of city.

"Everything is under my control," the man said indifferently.

"So your death is also under your control?" Blood Demon Ji said in a mocking tone, squinting his eyes and deliberately aggravating, "Mr. Ji Tiantong? ”