Lord of the Yellow River

Chapter 42 What is there to fear?

Become a god!

This is the goal of all sanctuary powerhouses.

Macedonia also sensed that illusory divine power, which was a trace of heaven and earth divine power brought by the mysterious law.Obviously, Lan Feng had reached that threshold, which made him envious.

Macedonia took a deep breath, smiled, and congratulated: "Lan Feng, congratulations, I guess, you have already touched that threshold, right?"

Lan Feng nodded: "After many exchanges, my water movement technique has advanced to 80.00%. Just now I fought with you, especially the sword strike just now, my water movement technique has advanced to 90.00%. [-]%. It is estimated that in a few years, I will be able to fully comprehend the water movement technique and step into the god level."

How many years?

Macedonia: "."

several years?

What the hell, a god-level under 30 years old?

Macedonian dare not imagine, this is no longer a genius, this is a monster!
I have stayed in the sanctuary for thousands of years and have not touched the threshold. You have only practiced for 20 years, and you have touched the threshold. This talent is terrifying!

Macedonia said bitterly, "Congratulations!"

Lan Feng smiled slightly, glanced at the crowds below, especially the Sanctuary like Ludvik, and said: "The Sanctuary is just the starting point, take your time, don't worry."

Macedonia smiled wryly. If it were anyone else, he would have slapped him to death long ago, but this is what Lan Feng said, so it is another matter.

"Whoo~!"

Seeing that the two of them were no longer fighting, Tuscany flew over consciously, supported Lan Feng, and Lan Feng also sat cross-legged. Thirty percent of the power of the soul can be described as a huge consumption.

Bass also flew over and stared at Macedonia, making him very envious: "A sanctuary necromancer and a sanctuary monster, both of them have stepped into the mysterious law under your guidance. Threshold, amazing!"

Lan Feng smiled and said: "They are fighting for their spirits, giving them some pointers can be regarded as compensation for them."

Macedonia understood: "In that case, I won't waste your time, please."

Lan Feng was afraid of Tuscany's head. Tuscany understood and continued to fly east.

Looking at the figure going away, Macedon was filled with emotion: "Under the god level, it is estimated that it is very difficult for anyone to force him to display the form of the Yellow River warrior."

Turning his head, Macedonia looked at Enkoli, Ludvik and the others, smiled and said, "Okay, let's all go back."

After speaking, Macedonia flew away.

Finished?

Is the battle over?
We waited so hard all night, and in less than half an hour, is this over?
However, Master Lan Feng's last sword was really terrifying, with a kind of brilliant heavenly power, which made people feel frightened and unable to resist.

Even as strong as the Duke of Macedonia, he has lost, and he has not forced Lord Lan Feng into the form of a Yellow River warrior. How powerful is this Lord Lan Feng, who is the most powerful in the past and present?
can not imagine!

Although it is a bit confused, it is also very exciting, especially the mighty yellow turbid river falling from the sky, which is unstoppable.

It is true: the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!
Seeing such a wonderful duel, this life is not in vain.

Ever since, among the crowds, many people began to discuss and express their impressions. The discussion was full of enthusiasm, and the discussion was full of eloquence.

mid-air,
Tuscany's flying speed is not fast, it can be said to be very slow, because he feels that Lan Feng is practicing fighting spirit, and that strange fighting spirit makes him feel a little tremor in his heart, as if what he is dragging is not a person, but a person. Powerful deities.

Bass felt more sensitive, and every trace of strange fluctuations in Lan Feng's soul power made him feel palpitations.

Lan Feng practiced "The Secret Code of the Yellow River", and the power of the Yellow River slowly assimilated the magic power of the earth system and the magic power of the water system, transforming strands of strange power of the Yellow River.

however,
Tuscany didn't fly for a long time, and he was forced to stop again, which made him angry, but he didn't explode immediately. He stared fiercely at the sudden purple-robed old man, and his soul said: "Who are you, why did you stop us?" the way?"

Bass also stared at the purple-robed old man gloomyly, and the blood-colored scimitar appeared in his hand involuntarily, and there was a rhythm of fighting whenever there was a disagreement.

The purple-robed old man didn't care about Bass and Tuscany. He looked at Lan Feng and saw Lan Feng's strange cultivation state. He didn't bother him, and stood quietly in the void.

Tuscany saw that the purple-robed old man did not make a move, and he did not act rashly, because he felt that the purple-robed old man was very strong and he was not his opponent.

Bass naturally felt that the purple-robed old man was not easy to mess with, so he didn't act rashly, and stared at the purple-robed old man vigilantly.

Their confrontation lasted more than a month.

The purple-robed old man was still waiting patiently. During this period, many people came to stop and watch, but were chased away by him.Even Macedonian and Ludvik and other sanctuary powerhouses came, but they were silently glanced at them, and they waited quietly.

Seeing how respectful Macedonian was to the purple-robed old man, Tuscany and Bass felt more and more that the purple-robed old man was extraordinary and powerful. Therefore, Bass put away the bloody scimitar and guarded the left and right.

Another month passed.

There are more and more powerful people in the sanctuary, but none of them made any noise. They all retreated a thousand meters away, sitting on the top of a mountain, practicing, talking and laughing, or discussing each other, and no one stepped forward to disturb them.

Bass glanced at the 136 sanctuary powerhouses on the top of the mountain, his eyelids twitched wildly. Once there are so many sanctuary powerhouses fighting, it will not be ruined!
Also, none of them dared to provoke the purple-robed old man, which shows how powerful the purple-robed old man is.

Even, Bass had a vague guess: the old man in purple robe is very likely to be the creator of the Glazer Empire - Glazer!

If not Glazer, who is qualified to order Macedonia to retreat?
If it weren't for Glazer, who would have the qualifications to order hundreds of Sanctuary powerhouses?
Glazer!
The No.1 Emperor of the Glazer Empire!
The personal disciple of Emperor Hamilton!
Such a strong man, Bass was very vigilant, but he did not take the initiative to provoke him. He is not stupid.

Afterwards, another strong man from the sanctuary came one after another. They all visited the old man in purple robe, and then retreated to the top of the mountain thousands of meters away to gather together.

All of this confirmed Bass' guess: the old man in purple robe is Glazer!

Glazer, as the strongest in the Glazer Empire, he actually ended up in person, which shows how outrageous their curiosity about the Yellow River Warriors is!

Glazer, sanctuary limit!

He is not the limit of the sanctuary that Macedonia can compare to. He is the top three peerless powerhouses among the disciples of Emperor Hamilton.

His appearance is naturally very eye-catching.

Therefore, in another month, 320 sanctuary powerhouses have gathered on the top of the mountain, and many of them are from other continents and sea areas who are practicing penance.

More than three months!

Glazer waited quietly for more than three months!

And Lan Feng, after more than three months of meditation, he finally integrated all the magic power into the power of the Yellow River. Since then, there are only two kinds of power left in his body: one: the power of the soul; the other, the power of the Yellow River !
The dual cultivation of magic and martial arts finally returned to one body and turned into a mighty yellow and turbid river, known in history as: the Yellow River!

At this time, Lan Feng's power of the Yellow River has reached the limit of the sanctuary, and the capacity of fighting energy can no longer be increased. It can only be continuously purified, purified, compressed, and compressed again.

Therefore, Lan Feng temporarily stopped purifying and compressing the power of the Yellow River.

The power of the Yellow River converged into his body, and at the same moment, Glazer opened his eyes, and all the sanctuary powerhouses on the top of the mountain also opened their eyes one after another, looking at Lan Feng above Tuscany's head, he finally woke up.

Opening his eyes, Lan Feng's eyes were calm and untouched, returning to the basics, like a pair of cloudy eyes of ordinary people, without any expression.

Glazer saw the strength of it. This is not something that can be done at the limit of the general sanctuary. This kind of return to the basics is very magical.

At the first moment, Lan Feng sensed a thunderous gaze. He turned his head and saw Glazer. He immediately thought of who he was: "Glazer?"

Glazer was stunned, and laughed loudly: "Lanfeng Dresser! Haha, what a peerless genius! I recognized this old man at the first sight, good eyesight!"

Lan Feng sensed the various auras of many sanctuary powerhouses again. He turned his head and saw hundreds of sanctuary powerhouses. His eyes shifted and he said clearly, "Thank you Glazer for protecting me."

Guardian?

Well, it is indeed a Dharma protector.

A profound comprehension of the law, isn't it a Dharma protector?
Glazer smiled and said: "Lan Feng, you really opened my eyes! Dual cultivation of magic and martial arts? In the end, the huge magic power was assimilated and turned into a brand-new strange power. It's amazing. The power of the Yellow River?"

Lan Feng didn't hide anything, nodded and said, "That's right, it's the power of the Yellow River."

"Haha, good! No wonder the Yellow River Warriors come out every ten thousand years, so that's how it is! Fusion of grudge and magic power? Throughout the ages, only you Yellow River Warriors can achieve such a perfect fusion!"

"What a Yellow River Warrior! I admire it!" Glazer said with admiration. "I thought that the Yellow River Warrior would have two forms like the four ultimate warriors, or even three forms like the Dragon Blood Warrior."

"I never thought about it, we took it for granted."

"Yellow River Warrior, so exquisite, very good!" Glazer was quite happy, as if he had unlocked the secret of the Yellow River Warrior, which made him very excited.

Seeing this, Lan Feng didn't explain much, and let Glazer make up his mind.

Glazer said again: "Lan Feng, I have been in the sanctuary for a long time, and I have never seen a Yellow River warrior. It seems that now, I have the chance to meet a real Yellow River warrior!"

Glazer said solemnly, "Lanfeng Dresser, I, Glazer, formally challenge you, life or death! Do you dare to accept it?"

Live or die?

Lan Feng frowned, took a deep look at Glazer, and said, "Why don't you dare? After more than twenty years of ups and downs and narrow escapes, why should I be afraid?"

(End of this chapter)