Chapter 37 Zero Power on

When the sword stabbed, Zuo Meiwang just snorted.

The left sleeve embroidered with the flying dragon pattern is only one flip, and endless golden clouds are born in the void. The clouds are enchanting and beautiful, blooming indescribable colors in the dark night. When the rolling clouds dissipate like smoke, Wu Pengwei and the tall figures of Zuo Meiwang disappeared.

"How come... Why is Brother Wei missing?"

On the grassland, the words that were being tortured by "Yin" must have first noticed something wrong. Last moment, when Wu Pengwei and Zuo Meiwang were fighting, he was forced by "Yin" to play the game of guessing.

This is a nud fraud with no suspense at all.

"Yin" is a spiritual body, with no substance at all. It is between the soul and nothingness. It has a powerful spiritual power and can change the shape of the fist in an instant. Obviously, it is scissors, but after the words must be illuminated, the other party can turn into a hammer in tens of millions of seconds, which makes There is no chance of winning.

But he couldn't refuse the invitation of "Yin", because the other party didn't listen to his intimidation at all. After putting forward a series of threatening words "I'm Wu Pengwei's good brother, and bullying me is equivalent to bullying Wu Pengwei", "Yin" was indifferent at all. Only then did he know that he had made trouble and caused a big trouble.

After thirteen failed guessing, Yan must have lost the ownership of the underwear to the other party, and even the youth within ten years is "yin".

He must have lost his desire to cry without tears. He looked up and looked at the sky. He missed his powerful backer "Weige", but he found that the last golden clouds dissipated in the sky were bleak and empty at the end.

It's just that his worries are purely superfluous.

At the end of the grassland, there are four towering figures stepping forward. The majestic momentum of these four tall dark shadows is enough to make the words thousands of meters away feel a trace of uncontrollable trembling.

Above the four dark shadows, there are four simple Buddha lights and shadows. Each one is about 20 meters above the sky, but the light emitted is solemn and bleak.

"Let yourself take care of yourself, boy. I hope you can save your life."

"Yin" narrowed his eyes. Next to it, a two-meter-high burly man stepped out of the void. It was the "son of the giant god" Lei. When Wu Pengwei was involved in the fantasy by the Zuo Meiwang, he thought of the situation of Xiang Ruolan and his party and left Lei behind.

Everything was expected by Wu Pengwei.

The hologram in his mind has already indicated the location of those chasing martial arts masters. No matter how they hide their deeds, Wu Pengwei knows it very well.

And the martial arts-level confrontation can only rely on thunder and "yin", killing one and the soul is not very useful.

To Wu Pengwei's surprise, there are not only three Wuzun intermediate strong men who have been following him, but exactly four. Even the hologram can't reflect this guy. The danger has soared in geometric multiples, but all this has nothing to do with Wu Pengwei in the fantasy. He can't help.

Four tall black shadows at the end of the grassland burst into the sky and bombarded in the wind and clouds.

The boundless darkness once again enveloped the earth.

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In the fantasy of Zuo Meiwang, there is a strange and magnificent world.

Magnificent and almost single.

In the world of Zuo Meiwang, there are only infinite trees and endless grasslands. The vegetation on the grassland is growing in an amazing posture, each of which is far more than the actual volume. Some are huge and even towering, and there are no other creatures except vegetation.

Grass and trees are everything in the fantasy world.

Wu Pengwei doesn't know the reason. In fact, the reason is very simple. For Zuo Meiwang, a charming from the grass and trees. His ideal fantasy is a pure grass and tree world. It is born from the grass and trees, and will be silent in the grass and trees after thousands of years. The world it is familiar with is the grassland that contains its life. And trees.

Now all this has reached its peak.

Life has been born in the grass and trees, reaching the point where it is almost broken through the shell, but this is also the peak of the world of creation. If you want to make life independent and form a preliminary civilization, you need to refine the god and refine a qi and blood master who is at least at the level of martial arts. Of course, it is better to be the god of war, but the legend Who can find the god of martial arts who can tear heaven and earth apart and become a god?

Don't say it's the god of war, even the master of martial arts, how many are there in the whole Fenglan mainland?

The single and terrible fantasy of the left charming king is that there is only a strong power of grass and trees. In such a fantasy, its power can be exerted to the extreme, but the disadvantage is that there is no cycle of the five elements of heaven and earth. Its fantasy is full of loopholes and cannot be self-sufficient. Maintaining such a fantasy requires huge essence. If it stagnates It means the regression of the power of the divine mind.

There are many ways to maintain the fantasy, such as devouring the divine thoughts of countless human beings on the grassland. They worship it and believe in him. The power of the divine thoughts in all souls will be absorbed by the Zuo Meiwang, and a better way is to devouring the blood of martial arts warriors at the level.

The essence of a martial artist at the level of martial arts can make the fantasy of the left charming king last for ten years without supplies.

Wu Pengwei stood in the center of the grassland. He stood in the air, and there was a cloud under his feet, holding him like a cloud.

The power of qi and blood has been reduced by half here, nearly one-fifth, and the strength has also weakened a lot.

"Kid, your strength is good. In the long years, I have only seen two guys who can reach the realm of Wuzun at your age. One tore the sky and left, and the other was killed by five senior masters of the same class. Unfortunately, if you don't come to the grassland, keep a low profile, the god of war is promising, such as Now, you only have one way to die."

A low thunderous voice sounded around the sky. On the grassland, countless green light lingered and rushed to the sky, forming a five-meter-high burly figure. He held his hands, his eyes were sharp, and his appearance was too ancient. He was the arrogant Zuo Meiwang.

The only change is the color of his robe, which is changed into a cyan king robe, and he is still domineering.

Cyan is his most original color.

In the face of the thunderous words of Zuo Meiwang, Wu Pengwei just took a deep breath and refined the "King Kong Sword" and "Tiger of Yinhuo" in his hand at the same time.

The left knife and the right sword, the former is vertical, and the latter is horizontal, the most standard combat posture.

Such behavior obviously angered the Zuo Meiwang. It suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. The whole world in the fantasy rotated like a stormy wave. All the vegetation made a whining sound, and a green glow emerged from these vegetation, either big or small, thick or thin, all integrated into the left charm. In the king's body.

The left charm king, who got the power of the whole fantasy, expanded his body sharply, reaching a height of ten meters.

At this time, the Zuo Meiwang abruptly controlled the spread of power, but derived the remaining power into a gorgeous green armor on the body. The armor was full of ancient words, mysterious and strange. The infinite power bloomed on this pair of armor, and a trace of wood power overflowed like waves.

Just by relying on his keen sense of touch, Wu Pengwei can detect that the power of this armor has reached the level of emperor.

On the hands of Zuo Meiwang, the infinite bright green light condensed, and a clumsy square painting halberd quietly formed.

When the halberd was formed, a trace of green thunder flashed between heaven and earth, all lingering on such a halberd, and the light splashed everywhere.

In an instant, in the fantasy world, the Zuo Meiwang transforms all the power of divine thoughts into a combat force similar to qi and blood. The strength is converted into the level of a martial artist, which will be the peak martial arts master, and even exceeds, almost half of the martial arts saint.

"Stupid creatures, I will crush you and kill you in your favorite way of fighting."

Zuo Meiwang smiled cruelly, and his handsome and noble face was ferocious.

He just gently shot his fingers on the painting halberd, and there was an infinite green electric light cracking at the head of the gun, flying like a snake, flamboyant and sharp.

Wu Pengwei glanced at the other party, just closed his eyes and adjusted his breath to a state of nothing. At this moment, all the power of qi and blood rushed to a dark ancient character in the palm of his left hand.

The power of qi and blood is the best medium, and "empty eating" is the best identification.

In the deep space that Wu Pengwei and Zuo Meiwang could not realize, a dark figure who was half kneeling in nothingness suddenly opened his scarlet eyes.

The next moment, in the fantasy of Zuo Meiwang, the clouds rolled like a whirlpool, and then a spring-like crack appeared in the center, and a simple and strange spirit of qi and blood fell vertically from it.

A tattered black robe covers his body, with a blurred face, holding a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

This simple spirit of qi and blood made the Zuo Meiwang laugh uncontrollably.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to be so weak. I've never seen or heard of the summoned martial arts god. It's just a piece of garbage."

The satire of Zuo Meiwang is reasonable.

The stronger the strength of the martial arts class, the taller the martial arts god summoned. The martial arts god at the peak is 50 meters high, and the more powerful the martial arts god is, the clearer it is, the more dexterous it is, and the stronger the characteristic power is.

A martial arts "fire god" of only about ten meters bombarded out with one punch, perhaps only burn a lake, and a "fire god" of about 30 meters bombarded out with one punch, enough to burn a river into ashes.

And Wu Pengwei's Wu Ling, an unprecedented strange and thin guy, is only ten meters away.

This is the weakest martial arts spirit, and there is no source. No source means that there are not many warriors who worship, and no one is willing to awaken a weak martial arts spirit.

In the mainland of Fenglan, the martial arts that are often worshipped by martial artists are often powerful martial arts such as "Sword God", "Sword God" and "Val God".

"This will be a big meal."

The left charming king curled his lips, and the square sky painting halberd in his hand stabbed out the void.

At this time, Wu Pengwei was quietly opening his eyes, and on his head, a pair of scarlet pupils were also lit at this time.