Are you kidding...... Xiao Chen and Zhao Xinghe were both stunned when they saw the majestic figure in front of them, such a tall, such a majestic existence, exuding the aura of a strong man, was actually the king of the group of ignorant and ignorant Zerg who lived with darkness all day long?

The alien king is shining with golden light, and his right hand is holding a huge golden scepter, the height of the alien king is about 100 meters, although it is not as tall as the mythical creature, but it is also very exaggerated. With humanoid limbs, although it is the head of the Zerg, the feeling of being hideous and mighty, even for the Terran, is a kind of domineering handsome and strong.

However, at this moment, this extremely powerful creature was sweeping towards the two of them with murderous intent, and the two of them only felt an incomparably huge pressure coming over them, as if the world they were staying in was about to collapse. The king raised the scepter in his right hand, and several powerful pillars of thunder suddenly burst out from the sky and connected to the scepter, and the golden figure reflected the scene of thunder, which seemed to become the scene that the two of them saw at the last moment of their lives, and also brought despair to the two.

Faced with this almost certain death situation, Zhao Xinghe gritted his teeth, took out something from his arms, and pressed it to the ground. At the moment when the thunder light was about to destroy the two of them, time and space were distorted.

...... "Hmm......" Xiao Chen shook his head, sat up with difficulty, and gasped for breath, "I'm not dead yet." ”

Looking at Zhao Xinghe beside him, it seemed that he hadn't woken up yet, and Xiao Chen began to look at his surroundings.

Suddenly, I saw a pair of eyes that were looking at me with great interest.

A long black hair rose in the wind, a handsome and indifferent face to the extreme, a blood-red battle suit, standing straight with his hands and arms crossed, with a sense of pride, as if the whole world could not let him lower his noble head.

"Boy, what's your name?" Zhao Changlan looked at the black-clothed guy in front of him with great interest, he and the old monster had been here for so many years, and they hadn't seen anyone for a long time, but they didn't expect that there would be juniors today...... I used that thing.

"Junior, Xiao Chen." Xiao Chen replied respectfully, Xiao Chen knew very well that many big families have some very BT existences, and this kind of existence cannot be evaluated from the surface, and many of them are far older than they seem.

"So it's not you, it looks like it's the kid over there." Zhao Changlan looked at Zhao Xinghe, who was lying on the ground on the other side, squinted his eyes slightly, and shouted with a displeased face, "Pretend to be dead, you can't get up yet." ”

Zhao Xinghe stood up stubbornly, "Meet the ancestor." Zhao Xinghe's heart was full of panic.

"You're out of luck, how many generations of heirs have never seen this token used before, but it's used by you." A faint mockery flashed in Zhao Changlan's eyes.

"Ancestor, we met ......" Zhao Xinghe was about to tell the difference.

"Immortal, I also asked when I smelled the smell." Zhao Changlan pursed his lips, "However, coming here may not be able to solve your problems, and besides, when you get here, what you have to face is much more troublesome than that of immortals." ”

The two of them were stunned for a moment, not understanding that there was anything more troublesome than immortality.

"Hehe, don't you know, here, it's the Eight Desolations." Zhao Changlan lightly spit out a name that made countless people smell it.

"Holy." Xiao Chen and Zhao Changlan's faces changed instantly when they heard this.

"I guess you two won't want to come to me to catch up, and you should want to go back, but if you want to go back, the only way is to get the old monster's consent." Zhao Changlan shook his head.

"Ancestor, this sounds ......" Zhao Xinghe just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Zhao Changlan.

"Doesn't that hard?" Zhao Changlan showed a hint of mockery on his face, "After coming to these Eight Desolations for so many years, I have never seen anyone who has not died after withstanding the punch of that old monster." ”

"Do you know why these eight wildernesses have become like this?" Zhao Changlan sighed and began to tell the old story.

...... "Old man, are you serious?" Zhao Changlan looked at the man in front of him and asked.

Wearing a simple and simple martial arts uniform, **** hands and legs, long black hair fluttering in the wind, countless scars on his body, and a powerful aura stirred around.

"My fist is not perfect enough, the only thing that can still have hope is through the inexplicable aura on your body." A hint of blazing heat flashed in Shen Feng's eyes, "That's the perfect breath, the only ...... Something that can help me do it. ”

"Then you have to be careful, old madman, I can't fully control that power." Zhao Changlan knew that Shen Feng had made up his mind, so he shook his head, knowing that it would be useless to persuade him.

In fact, Shen Feng is Zhao Changlan's master, the leader of his martial arts, and now, it seems that asking his apprentice to help him break through seems to be a kind of reincarnation.

"In battle, there is no room for hands, and you should also know that it is disrespectful to martial arts." Shen Feng shook his head, and the battle intent in his eyes began to burn.

…… Just when Shen Feng was about to kill Zhao Changlan with one punch, Zhao Changlan's whole temperament suddenly changed, and a light flick of his fingers pushed away Shen Feng's lethal punch.

"Mortal ......" Zhao Changlan floated in the air, "Are you so obsessed with pursuing martial arts?" ”

"This breath." Something in Shen Feng's eyes was about to burn, "It's not wrong, you must ...... It's Wu. ”

"Hehe, that's right." A hint of loneliness flashed in Wu's eyes, "I am Wu." ”

"Then, you must have a way to help me break through, my fist...... There are still shortcomings. Shen Feng looked at Martial Dao.

"Unfortunately, my ways are not for you." Wu shook his head.

"Why?" Shen Feng frowned.

"Thou art mortal, and the heart of a mortal must have defects, so that I cannot attain perfection." Wu looked indifferent.

"What am I missing?" Shen Feng asked.

"Unless there is a defect, it has gone astray." Wu shook his head.

"In that case, let's fight, let me find out what I'm missing from your punch." Shen Feng didn't bother to think about it, the strength of a martial artist came through battle.

"If you're so persistent, let me see your martial intentions." Wu smiled and stepped forward.

…… Every punch and style of Shen Feng sank to the extreme, however, they were all resolved by Wu in an extremely subtle way.

The sky, a light rain, slapped on Shen Feng's face, although he had fought with Wu, but Shen Feng became more and more confused, because Wu was right, his way of fighting was not what he wanted, what he wanted was to be strong, fierce and strong.

Even the highest belief of martial artists, martial arts have no way, so what should be their future path.

"Although I don't have the ability to refine skills, but I have the intention of killing, if you practice the way of killing, you may be able to find another way, which makes me look forward to it." When Wu Lin left, he left this faint sentence.

Shen Feng never saw Wu again, however, he had hope.

"The way to kill, kill over there." A bloodthirsty light flashed in Shen Feng's eyes.

…… Since then, the Eight Desolations have begun to become Shen Feng's slaughterhouse, fortunately, most of the people in the Eight Desolations are monsters and villains, and ordinary people will not come to this barren land, and from that day on, bright red has forever become the theme of this place.

The Eight Desolations are considered a place of exile, and before that, it was a place where all kinds of strange sinners were exiled, and the area was wide and the number of people was also large.

I don't know that one day, there is a legend of a demon who kills like crazy, and anything he sees alive will be attacked by him until he dies. The tragedy that could not be suppressed happened, the caretaker of the Eight Desolations issued a wanted notice, and many guards went to encircle and suppress this so-called demon, but the result was obvious.

Before that, he was able to fight against the lackeys of the gods, and he was able to fight with the highest existence admired by martial artists, Wu, and was appreciated by Wu, which shows the high strength of Shen Feng. The devil encircles and suppresses the team, and the ink is exhausted.

The managers of the worlds of the Eight Desolations did not believe in evil and sent encirclement and suppression teams many times, but the results did not change at all.

This incident finally alarmed the big man, and a god himself came to investigate the matter and met the legendary adversary. Then, Shen Feng unscrewed off his head and hung at the entrance of the Eight Desolations World.

This incident made the Divine Court very angry, and sent many gods to encircle and suppress Shen Feng, but the ending did not change, except that the corpse of the god that was originally hanging at the entrance of the Eight Desolations World became a row.

Since then, no one has dared to care what this madman is doing, it's an almost bug existence, anyway, as long as you're not stupid enough to send it to his gun, he won't shoot.

After slaughtering hundreds of millions of living beings, Shen Feng finally felt that his killing intent was becoming saturated, and he could no longer continue to improve through killing, so he sat down in the center of the Eight Desolations World and comprehended a deeper level of martial intent.

Therefore, this is a player who is close to bugging, and even Wu can't compare with this BT to some extent.

...... "So, do you still have the confidence to do so?" Zhao Changlan looked at the two of them with a mocking smile on his face, as if he was looking at a fool.

Xiao Chen and Zhao Xinghe swallowed their saliva one after another, this product is too bt.

"But I think there's another way." Zhao Changlan changed his words.

"Ancestor, when is it, don't hang our appetite." Zhao Xinghe was embarrassed.

"Let this kid practice martial arts, he has hope to be able to take two punches." Zhao Changlan stared at Xiao Chen.

"I ......" Xiao Chen was stunned, "Senior, you're not kidding me." Xiao Chen's legs are swinging, that is the BT that has slaughtered hundreds of millions of living beings, with his small body, it is uncertain whether he can withstand one punch, let alone two punches.

"You're not a martial artist, so you don't understand." Zhao Changlan shook his head, "The most powerful fist of the old madman is not his strength, but the martial intent contained in it. ”

"That's it, little one." Zhao Changlan glanced at Zhao Xinghe, "The body is as fragile as paper, and there has never been a martial intent at all, so it is more difficult for him to fight than to ascend to the sky." ”

"It's you, your body has been strengthened, you have a certain foundation, and you have also given birth to your own martial will, and with a little carving, you can get on the table, maybe you can stop the old guy." Zhao Changlan looked at Xiao Chen with great interest, "Actually, if you can block the old madman's punch, there will be no difference between the two punches." ”

Xiao Chen's heart froze, he didn't expect this Zhao family ancestor to see his own situation at a glance, it seems that there is almost no difference between some powerful existence and transparent ones.

Xiao Chen didn't know that the person in front of him called Zhao Changlan was a person who was respected as the "Martial God", and his talent was incomparably powerful, and he was even favored by Wu, and he was very likely to become Wu's successor.

"Interesting, interesting." Zhao Changlan looked at Xiao Chen for a while, squinting his eyes slightly, "So, tell me what your martial intent is." ”

"Thunder and lightning martial intent." Xiao Chen replied.

"Thunder and lightning martial intent, it's really a rare martial intent." Zhao Changlan rubbed his chin, "However, if you want to use this kind of martial intent that has not been honed much to fight the old madman, you have to be clever." ”

…… Xiao Chen underwent two weeks of training under the guidance of Zhao Changlan, and initially mastered some secrets and combat skills of using thunder and lightning martial intent.

Zhao Changlan also took the two of them to walk towards the place where the old madman was.

However, before seeing the old madman himself, Xiao Chen and Zhao Changlan were almost crazy.

A huge red tornado-like column of intense air swept towards the sky, making the surrounding environment dark and gloomy.

If you look down at this tornado-like pillar of air, you can see the figure of a man sitting cross-legged at the bottom, Xiao Chen's pupils shrank, and he was almost scared to pee, which means that this pillar of air is actually the killing intent of the man below, and the killing intent has been condensed into an entity, and it is also this kind of perverted scene that he has nothing to say, Xiao Chen has completely knelt down.

The two of them finally knew why the sky in this world was like this, and it didn't feel right when they came in, why the sky was all red, it turned out to be the killing intent diffused by this goods, I damn it, how bt is this thing.

"Old madman, there are two boys who want to go back." Zhao Changlan shouted.

Shen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the fierce killing intent rushed out like a blizzard, and Uncle Xiao Chen was almost scared on the spot.

"The old rule, one punch per person?" Shen Feng asked, without a trace of hesitation in his words.

"No, this guy, two punches." Zhao Changlan shook his head and pointed at Xiao Chen.

"Okay." Shen Feng didn't care, patted the dust and stood up.

"Well, that's the first punch." Shen Feng made a starting gesture, squatting on the horse, blocking with his left hand and retreating slightly with his right hand, the killing intent condensed wildly around Shen Feng, almost forming a small tornado.

"I said, old man, don't let the Xiao family die, you can take it easy." Zhao Changlan couldn't help but remind.

If this thing's head is pumped and ten percent of his strength is used, Xiao Chen will definitely be sieveed.

"Hmph." Shen Feng snorted coldly and threw a punch with an expressionless face.

Seeing this, Zhao Changlan felt relieved, and at a glance at this expression, he knew that Shen Feng's punch was not very strong.

But Xiao Chen didn't think so, looking at the mirror-like shattered space in front of him and the fist that completely locked his own slowly pressing, Xiao Chen's whole person was not good......