Vol 3 Chapter 298: King of Swords

"What are you doing?"
Feng Hao suppressed the throbbing of her heart, trying to control the long skirt that fell to the ground, covering Prometheus' body.
Prometheus ignored Feng Hao's words and pressed the long skirt down with divine thoughts.
Feng Hao acknowledged that Prometheus was indeed perfect, but he was not a stallion, and Divine Control once again controlled the clothes to rise.
Prometheus wanted to take off ...
Hey!
When the stalemate persisted, the clothes shattered into pieces.
This downwind is awkward.
"Oh, you two are really good at Yaxing ... if your deity is not talking, will you still fly to heaven?"
A sudden sound in the room frightened both Feng Hao and Prometheus.
It seemed that when they came in, they did not deliberately look at anyone in the room.
But ... Feng Hao then knew who it was.
Small ball ball!
Fortunately, Prometheus now doesn't know when to get extra clothes.
Avoid embarrassment.
The little ball jumped from the closet of the room and lay directly on Feng Hao's shoulders. Those dark eyes looked at Prometheus.
Similarly, Prometheus loves to look at him.
"Aren't you human?" Said Xiaoqiu.
Prometheus nodded his head and said, "I am the King of Divine Shura."
"King Shura?"
Xiao Qiu stunned for a moment, always feel that a woman claims to be king, emperor, will be particularly strange.
But the Prometheus in front of you, let alone say, really has the ‘I am king’ temperament.
Prometheus looked at the ball with a smile, and blinked, "Come, let the King hug him."
The small ball is too cute, and it is especially easy to attract the favorite one.
Feng Hao laughed: "He can't let you hold it, this guy likes to lie to me ..."
However, only half of what Feng Hao said, the ball jumped directly to Prometheus.
The atmosphere was very embarrassing.
"Ha ha……"
Prometheus laughed, held the ball in his arms, felt the smooth fur, and chuckled: "Why don't I think he always depends on you?"
Feng Hao stared at the small ball severely. He was really an unruly guy.
However, he was relieved.
At least, the fairy of Prometheus would not haunt him. The scene just now was really terrible.
He was still worried.
"After you left, I felt a strange wave ..."
The ball went suddenly and said.
His expression was a little worried, and obviously things might not be easy.
Feng Hao wondered: "What fluctuation?"
"It seems that there is some powerful existence, after breaking through the cultivation ... Can you say that you are soaring after leaving this world?"
The small ball was also very confused, and the breath suddenly became very strong, and then disappeared.
Much like the feeling of soaring.
"Where?" Feng Hao asked.
The little ball shook his head and said, "This is a wave. I can't determine the source. I just tell you that there is such a thing."
"In fact, there is no need to control so much. This is good for Yuan Jianzong. I go to bed ..."
The little ball's head was arching in and out of Prometheus' chest.
Feng Hao twitched slightly, and there was an urge to catch the ball and beat him up.
Anyway, it is also a dignified beast ...
It's a bit rude.
Seeing the little ball, he couldn't tell why, Feng Hao didn't think about the soaring wave.
The ascendant is in the realm of self-cultivation, that is, the Mahayana period, not even Bai Ling, such a fairy.
There is absolutely no need to go to the bottom.
"I went to Jianzong Jianchi, and you and Xiaoqiu are here at the main peak ..."
Feng Hao looked at Prometheus. He now has the prototype of the seed world. As long as the power of the seed world is used, it is almost the same as the peak strength.
Of course, in this world of famine, his cultivation is not so strong.
With the examples of the World Tree and the Dead Corpse, Feng Hao still cares about his own strength. After all, if the heart of the world recovers, the strong men hidden in the dark will be born, and it will be a little embarrassing if the strength is not enough ...
"Can I follow along?"
Prometheus seemed determined to be Lin Yu's follower, his eyes flickering.
what……
Feng Hao couldn't help but collapse, and now he suddenly felt a little regretful and pulled her into his own camp.
It's just a bullshit.
"can not go!"
Feng Hao is adamant, he dare not stay with Prometheus alone now,
"Oh!"
Prometheus turned, then sat directly on the bed in the room, looking sullen.
Feng Hao chose to turn a blind eye and left.
"This guy is really talking to the wood ..."
Prometheus jumped out of bed, stomped, and woke up the ball.
"What's going on? An earthquake?"
The small and eyeballs were staring around.
The sullen Prometheus threw the ball on the couch and then chased it directly.
"Feng Hao's peach blossoms ... really ... invincible!"
The little ball shook his head and sighed.
He is also a beast that stuns the universe. Why is there no such encounter? It's really my life.
...
Feng Hao descended directly on a mountain-like mountain with a sword, relying on the induction with Xuanyuan Sword.
On the mountainside, there is a huge stone gate, but it exudes a sharp sword.
But after Feng Hao walked by, the sword's meaning immediately became excited and jumped up, without any sharp meaning.
Rumble!
The Jianshan Stone Gate opened actively.
If Gu Su Baiyu is here, it will definitely be stunned because the Jianchi portal of Jianshan can only be opened by the Sovereign Token of each Sword Sovereign.
Shortly after Feng Hao entered Jianchi, Prometheus followed, and ... the Jianchi stone gate opened with no tactics.
Feng Hao noticed the movement and looked back at the entrance. Suddenly!
"Don't you stay in the room? Believe it or not, this emperor will let you go back to the stars, or throw you into my world."
Feng Hao is really depressed. He doesn't want others to follow when it comes to Xiu Weihe's secret.
But Prometheus was uninvited, and by reason he should be angry, but Feng Hao found that he couldn't get angry at all.
This is nothing like his style.
"You are already my world ..."
Prometheus looked at Feng Hao seriously.
puff!
Feng Hao heard that he almost fell down one step and fell from this deep pit in the mountain belly.
Below the deep pit is the sword pond ...
Feng Hao looked down, and the bright white light was intertwined into an eggshell-shaped light curtain, enclosing Wan Jian, and at the same time, the sword was like breathing, with rhythmic ups and downs.
In the middle of the sword pond, a simple bronze ancient sword was inserted, which looked bland, but was surrounded by Wan Jian.
More like the King of Swords.