Chapter 1287: Seven-level base

The Guanghai nationality was swept by Yang Feng, and the sphere of influence of the Guanghai people was directly received by Yang Feng. The huge incomparable mechanical army stationed in the holy stars occupied by the Guanghai people madly exploited the resources within the various holy stars.
A variety of precious resources have poured out of the hands of Yang Feng.
The forces of the Blood Enchanted Snake Great Sacred and the Flying Crane Grand Shrine were also directly taken over by Yang Feng. Numerous precious resources were also sent from the original territory of them to Yang Feng’s hands.
After the news of the blood-smelling snake Dasheng and Feihe Dasheng actively selling as a slave, after the spread of the news, countless large and small races came to Yang Feng in the universe.
The forces of the War Magic are almost expanding every day, and they have become the first force in the universe.
The war demon tree branches floated in the mainland headquarters.
Inside a giant arsenal of 100,000 kilometers, a circular mechanical fortress with a diameter of up to 1,000 kilometers. In this mechanical fortress, countless curses shine and shine with mysterious light.
A mysterious, mysterious curse is slowly condensed in the center of the circular mechanical fortress.
"It’s going to be successful!!"
Before the circular mechanical fortress, Yang Feng stared at the circular mechanical fortress, his eyes flashing with a burning color.
This circular mechanical fortress is the culmination of Yang Feng's four civilizations of the Yi, Warlock, Shigang and Shiduna civilizations.
As long as the Yi base seven base was successfully built, Yang Feng really had the strength to face the Emperor.
Originally, this seven-level base was a ball with a diameter of up to 10,000 miles. After adding [the stone of Miyuan] and countless Tiandi treasures, it was reduced to a thousand kilometers.
That mysterious and mysterious curse was very difficult to condense, and suddenly it trembled, and the great power in the midst of it shrouded the central position and directly smashed the curse.
Hey! !
At the center of the circular mechanical fortress, a huge incomparable mouth was broken. Exposed a mechanical egg at the center.
"Failed! How can it fail? My deduction should be perfect. What is missing?"
Yang Feng looked at the center of the circular mechanical fortress and cracked it. His eyes became gloomy.
A series of mechanical tentacles extended from the fortress and began to repair the fortress.
That seven-level base cost countless rare resources and finally started again, and the cracks healed quickly. The broken mysterious curse was formed by an inch of incoherence.
Yang Feng stood quietly in front of the seven-level base, and there were countless curses in his eyes, staring at the mysterious curse.
That mysterious curse is the crystallization of Yang Feng's collection of four major civilizations. Yang Feng's seven-level base can surpass the scope of Yi technology, and further has unlimited potential for evolution.
If it fails, Yang Feng can also obtain a seven-level Yi base, but that the seven-level base of the Yi can only barely suppress an ordinary warlock emperor, and the evolutionary potential is not great.
After all, the universe in which the Yi people lived was far less than the world of warlocks. The culmination and limit of Yi technology, that is, the level of suppression of ordinary emperors, want to transcend, naturally not so simple.
Ten days passed away.
The mysterious mantra of the seven-level base finally began to converge to the final step. Suddenly, a great force emerged suddenly, and directly rushed toward the mysterious curse.
Yang Feng’s eyes flashed in the cold, and the five fingers pointed out. The round of engulfing the black hole directly emerged and swept away toward the great power in the midst of it.
In an instant, the round of horrible ingestion of the black hole collapsed directly, and Yang Feng’s body exploded directly. Numerous wounds emerged and blood dripped into the earth.
"Soul!! He is still the power of the soul!! Needs the power of the most pure soul! Without the soul, and almost advanced to the Emperor, it violates the rules of this universe. This is the rebellion of the universe!"
In Yang Feng’s heart, there is a glimpse of the mystery, and the whole body of the sacred gods is shining. From the inside of the Kunmodu stone, there is a huge incomparable soul force that has fallen into the mysterious curse.
Yang Feng silently recited the mantra, reached out and stroked, and ignited the law in the underworld, tearing the void.
The illusion of the Temple of the Souls is directly emerging, and a huge and incomparable soul is constantly immersed in the mysterious curse.
A dragonfly is like a star, and the soul of the endless mysterious soul is condensed and formed, and the mysterious cursing power is completely absorbed, and it is hidden into the base.
In a flash, millions of light years, a burst of horrible energy storm.
The horrible energy of a stock rushed from all directions, gathered in the War Magic, forming a horrible energy vortex, and continually immersed in the floating continent of the Demon.
"What happened?"
"Don't Tiansheng finally take that step and advance to the Emperor?"
"How is it possible? How could He possibly advance to the Emperor so quickly? Didn't He fail the Emperor?"

Tiansheng’s impact on the emperor has failed once, how could it be so fast to hit the position of the emperor again?

"..."
The major forces have sent strong men to monitor the movements of the war.
The energy of millions of years of light was taken out, forming a variety of heaven and earth visions, and suddenly the strongest races of all races were shocked.
When Yang Feng was a semi-emperor, he was already tyrannical and invincible. The whole universe was invincible, and the emperor could not come out. When he was in the semi-empire, he had already suffocated the forces of the entire universe. If he directly advances to the Emperor, the major forces of the entire universe will only be bowed to the top, and Yang Feng will be asked for it.
Yang Feng’s heart moved slightly, silently recited the mantra and reached out.
From the golden lakes in the central part of the mainland where the Mozong tree branches floated, there were countless lakes tumbling, and they fell into the seven-level base.
In the void, the law of causality fluctuated, and the golden lakes and lakes in the remaining eight branches of the mainland were also taken out of the seven-level base.
This golden lake and lake water is the essence of the floating continent, the foundation of the saints. Any one of the half-sacred wants to attack the Holy Spirit Warlock, with the support of the Golden Lake, can increase the chance of advanced. Anyone who wants to ask for a little gold lake and lake water is very difficult, but Yang Feng draws the whole lake of the golden lake together, and everyone who floats above the mainland does not dare to say a word.
The nine branches of the floating continent have completely belonged to the Terran, and the War Magician directly occupied two branches of the floating continent. The Qinglong and Fenghuang races are already very interesting, moving away from the floating continent that they originally occupied.
That seven-level base is so crazy that it absorbs all kinds of energy.
Numerous magic crystals and source crystals were taken out by Yang Feng and lost to the seven-level base.
The whole battle of the Mozong tree branches is like a center of vortex, extracting energy within a few million light years.
Ten years have passed.
The energy whirlpool that enveloped the floating continent of the Demon Zong branch suddenly collapsed and disappeared.
"Is the failure failed?"

There is no vision! Is this an advanced failure?

"Ten years, nothing happened! It's great!!"
"Finally failed!!"
"Tian Sheng, advanced failure!!"
"..."
Among the various universes, the great powers who peeped over here were a little relieved. If Yang Feng advances to the emperor before many emperors wake up, they become the ninth warlock emperor of the Terran, and everyone can't live.
The war magic tree branches are floating inside the giant arsenal of the mainland.
The seven-level base center split open and a mechanical egg emerged directly.
The egg of the machine engraved with countless curses was opened, and a skin was crystal-clear, with a black waist and a mysterious body.
This one-of-a-kind beauty with a beautiful face is the crystallization of the seven-level base of the Yi people.
As the king of the crystallization of the Dai technology, you can have a variety of forms. It can be a burly man, a star beast, or a tentacle with numerous tentacles. However, Yang Feng still created a king of beauty control according to his own aesthetics.
The king of this beautiful and incomprehensible king jumped gently and jumped out of the seven-level base.
The countless radiance of the seven-level base, which is as big as a star, flashed into a mysterious curse, and it fell into the forehead of the king of the ruler, forming a mysterious curse.
"I have seen my master!"
The beautiful and ruthless king of the king came to Yang Feng and kneeled on the ground with one knee in front of him. He bowed down and proudly bowed his head.
As the creator of the king of the ruler, Yang Feng has the supreme authority, and is the master of the king of the king who is recognized by the soul.
Yang Feng looked at the king of the ruler and flashed a touch of hot color: "Let me see your ability!!"
"Yes! My Lord!"
The king of the lord smiled, and the body showed a mysterious light.
The twelve most dominant of the twelve masters series dominated.
The twelve masters appeared and bowed to Yang Feng, and then directly squatted in front of the king of the ruler. Even the illusionary master who has advanced into the Great is no exception.
The king of the ruler turned over and a beautiful whip appeared in his hand, and a whip was directly drawn on the sacred master of the great holy.
The illusion dominates the body and trembles, countless curses shine, and constantly absorbs the terrorist power in the whip and makes a quick breakthrough.
After a dozen breaths, an imperial terrorist force slowly emerged from the illusion of the body.