"From the very beginning, I sensed that something was wrong with the Hundred Flowers Valley, especially the few old guys sent by the Flowers who could fight the bloody array, and from then on, I knew that you people from the Hundred Flowers Valley were definitely not ordinary people," Ji Feng said. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Then why did you come to the Valley of Hundred Flowers?" The Shura woman asked.

"It's very simple, I'm going to leave you dead without a place to bury, and the most important thing is to find out who is behind you," Ji Feng said with a smile.

"You mean..." The Shura woman had a very uneasy thought, and the people around her looked at Monsoon in surprise.

Monsoon smiled and said, "That's right, I'm just going to put pressure on you to retreat, and I can find that person through you."

Monsoon smiled and walked forward slowly, just under the surprised gaze of several people and women, the monsoon disappeared, just under such a slow pace, disappeared.

"Are you looking for me?" Monsoon's smiling tone appeared behind several people.

"How so?"

But their thoughts stayed here, and the power that kept flowing through them made them unable to move at all, until their thoughts solidified and turned to powder.

"Hehe, it seems that Li Lianhua is quite good, quite powerful?" Ji Feng said with a smile, feeling the power surging in his body, and laughed softly.

At this time, the black hole on the head of the monsoon has exuded endless attraction, and the monsoon knows that as long as he passes through this channel, he will be able to reach that place, maybe a world, and when he reaches there, the monsoon can find the existence of the mastermind behind the scenes, and now, he has enough certainty.

Monsoon did not resist, and his body was slowly attracted by this traction, and flew upward, his body disappearing in the pitch-black hole.

I don't know what the consequences will be when the monsoon disappears, but in a certain dark time and space, there is an unknown figure watching, and every move of the monsoon is under his surveillance.

Wumeng Ling Valley, Han Xiuning stood on the top of the back mountain, looking at the enchantment in the distance, his eyes were full of anticipation, Han Xiuning stroked his slightly bulging belly, and muttered, "Feng, when are you coming back, our child, still waiting for you to choose a name"...

In the endless time and space, Monsoon's deity suddenly felt a strange bloodline power, and couldn't help but communicate with his death space, exploring the source of this power, and after a while, Monsoon was stunned, and his face couldn't cry or laugh.

Suddenly, Ji Feng was stunned, he felt a breath in the world of ancient swords, this power turned out to be a saint-level power, it seemed that his doppelganger was going to suffer some crimes, but fortunately, his own strength was enough to deal with it・・・・・

In the world of Douluo Continent, Tang Feng has successfully started his soul master competition, and his partner is also on the stage, his soul power has reached level sixty-seven, and he is just bullying elementary school students, this is because he deliberately suppressed his strength, and he is already a seventy-level soul saint in charge.

The power increase brought by the Vortex Martial Soul is too powerful, not to mention the speed of monsoon cultivation, the steward devouring the soul power of those ownerless soul rings can be quickly improved and suppressed to level sixty-seven, but it is also because in the back, the soul power that has been improved is more, plus the result of his deliberate suppression.

But even so, Monsoon's strength still shocked the master and Principal Flender very much, especially Tang San, a pervert, looking at Tang Feng's eyes, even if he had an external soul bone, he was under pressure.

In the Soul Master Competition, Ji Feng didn't appear at all as a killer feature, but he just reported a name, and he honestly sat on the chair in the audience, very boring.

Looking at Tang San and the others who had a wonderful fight, Tang Feng sighed that he was born at the wrong time, and he didn't meet his talents, this kind of earth-shattering grievance is eye-catching.

At noon one day, when Tang Feng was still powerlessly watching Tang San and them dealing with the garbage of several unknown academies on the stage, a crowd of onlookers that was difficult to see with the naked eye rushed into Monsoon's mind.

"This breath? It's a deity! Tang Feng looked at it in surprise.

Suddenly, a voice came out in his head, and Tang Feng was so startled that he stood up directly, "Death Nine Exams, start"

An old voice was transmitted to Tang Feng's mind, how could Tang Feng not be surprised, but then, Tang Feng's expression became confused.

"Congratulations, you have successfully inherited the god throne of the god of death, no surprise, no surprise"

"Damn, you're a!" Tang Feng raised his middle finger at the air.

A man opposite Tang Feng looked at Tang Feng and raised his middle finger to himself inexplicably, very angry, and wanted to stand up and teach Tang Feng a lesson, but at this time, a broken stone suddenly fell from the fighting table, knocking him unconscious, and his companion next to him quickly lifted him up and took him away.

"Hey, sad urging" Monsoon said this, not knowing whether he was saying it to himself or to that person.

"Alright, let's get down to business," said the monsoon's Divine Sense.

"It seems that you have always been indecent," Tang Feng complained helplessly.

"In fact, with your strength, plus the help of the Death Divine Power, it is not difficult to become a god, and even as long as you sleep all day long, in just a hundred years, your soul power can be increased to level 100, this is the potential of the martial soul transformed by the Death Divine Force," Ji Feng Divine Sense said.

"Hehe, got it"

"But as a traverser, naturally there are some dungeons to be played, otherwise how can you be embarrassed to say that you are a traverser, right?" said Monsoon.

Tang Feng began to feel an ominous premonition, feeling that the words behind the monsoon must be amazing, no, it is a pit man! Sure enough...

"As the saying goes, one mountain can't accommodate two tigers, so a guy called the Grim Reaper in the sky was kindly solved by me, so that you don't have to compete with him for the god position in the end, look at me, isn't it very intimate and pleasantly surprised?" Ji Feng said with a smile.

Tang Feng's face was sluggish, and his heart was constantly surging, "I have a sentence that my mother must say when she sells batches, is there such a pit clone as you?" ”

"Haha, are you ready, when your strength is raised to level ninety, you will exude the breath of death, and when the time comes, you must be a huge light bulb in the dark night, and people in the god realm will see you, come on, boy, I'm optimistic about you!" After the monsoon finished speaking, he disappeared.

"I'm me, I'm me, I'm relying on your sister..."