Vol 3 Chapter 888: Ichinenjin Ichinenma

"Daozu?"
The skinny middle-aged man was shocked by the scene in front of him, which belonged to his sharp gun at this time.
As heavy as ever.
"Not Daozu!"
Feng Hao stepped out of the void, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man. Only then did he realize that this middle-aged man was a special existence.
It is a condensed entity between the entity and the nothingness, which is the embodiment of some kind of will.
The flowing flesh and blood on the body is also transformed by the will.
At the bottom of the cliff, Feng Hao couldn't see it, but in Feng Zhou he could directly see the origin of matter.
The middle-aged man frowned: "Where is this? Not Daozu, why is there a small world?"
Feng Hao said: "The world is big, there are all kinds of wonders. If you have not left the cliff, you will not know the beauty of this world. In addition, this is not a small world, but ... a world."
"world?"
The existence of the will, when he heard Feng Hao's words, he froze, suddenly silent, and fell into thought.
Feng Hao smiled, and looked at the middle-aged man who was transformed by his will, and said, "The Emperor knows that you are transformed by the consciousness of the strong in the devil's cemetery. The medium is the spar of the avenue. I wonder if I can tell him Where is the stone? "
"Anyone who touches the source spar is the one who is going to kill."
A startling killing burst out from the middle-aged man.
Rumble!
Snapped!
A flash of lightning did not produce any signs, and it was directly hacked on the middle-aged person, who was smashed into the ground.
Cracks in the body.
The immortal body, at this time, has the risk of exploding.
Feng Hao sneered. Although this volition body is powerful, he can change the structure of the volition body.
Changing the other's body sequence, life and death are under his control.
If it weren't for Feng Hao's perception of the existence of the other party, it could be considered a celestial existence, an artifact-like existence, which would have been directly disintegrated.
Why bother talking so much nonsense.
"The power of the origin of the world ... you are the master!"
The middle-aged man who turned his will climbed out of the ground. At this moment, he was embarrassed, and his broken body was like a living dead with patches.
He stared at Feng Hao, a strange light appeared in his eyes.
The wave of the hand is the power of the thunder. Isn't this the master?
Feng Hao nodded and said: "You can think so, but this emperor is only the Lord of Fengzhou ... now can I tell this emperor, where is the spar of the road?"
Feng Hao was helpless.
At the bottom of the cliff, he couldn't perceive anything at all, and it was difficult to find the spar of the avenue.
Therefore, now we can only work on this body of will.
"You are already the master of the realm, why do you have to make another spar idea?" The middle-aged man looked at Feng Hao.
Feng Hao said: "This world is ultimately imperfect, and the spar of the avenue can help this emperor perfect the world."
After hearing the words of Feng Hao, the middle-aged man looked at the tree of life not far away and was silent.
Seems to be lost in thought.
It was a long time before he said, "I can tell you where the source of the avenue is, but ... whether it can be obtained depends on your ability."
"Oh?"
When Feng Hao heard the middle-aged man's words, he froze for a moment.
I was still tight-lipped just now, but now I can speak out and tell him where the spar is.
This guy can't suddenly be so kind.
"Devil's Tomb, in addition to me ... there are real gods and demons, and they can't afford to be disturbed for a long time. If you disturb them ... you can't afford the consequences."
The middle-aged man with long hair whispered softly.
There was a divine light shining on the thin face.
If he was more like a demon before then, now ... the divinity in him is far better than the demon.
From Feng Hao's point of view, this guy is an existence formed by the will of gods and demons.
It is normal to think of God and magic.
"The Emperor wanted to see what he couldn't afford."
With a smile on his face, Feng Hao's life experience can be called an epic long story.
What kind of storm has never been seen.
He is even more the master of the thousand. Ask the Three Thousand Avenues, besides being unable to bear the people around him to leave him forever, what else is unbearable?
He wouldn't frown, even if he killed thousands of people.
"Now that you've decided, then ... I can take you to where the main source of the avenue is."
The middle-aged man with long hair stopped talking.
Huh!
Feng Hao also brought the middle-aged man with long hair out of Feng Zhou, and the two appeared on Baigu Mountain here.
"My gun!"
Middle-aged man with long hair looks at Feng Hao.
Feng Hao said: "Temporary storage for you."
"..."
The middle-aged man was relieved at that time, but didn't say much, turned and walked down the Baigu Mountain.
Feng Hao followed closely behind.
The naked eye is his support when the divine mind is ineffective, so ... even if Feng Hao is a monstrous means, he should not dare to entrust it at this time.
All the way to the bottom of the cliff, Feng Hao looked heavier and heavier. In the demon cemetery of this cliff, there are already more than ten long-haired middle-aged people.
Everyone showed strong hostility.
Killing Lingtian.
But it seems that because of the existence of middle-aged people with long hair, they did not take action, but chose to wait and see.
Others follow.
They had rusty bronze swords or bronze swords in their hands.
"The roots of the avenue of the gods and devil's cemetery are not pure. The birth of gods and demon is not good for you. Do you really want to get it?"
The middle-aged man with long hair stopped for a moment and turned to look at Feng Hao.
Feng Hao, at this time also noticed that the middle-aged man suddenly seemed to be a person.
In the empty eyes, it seemed as if suddenly there was spirituality.
This feeling is wonderful, like there is some powerful existence, and suddenly it is attached to the middle-aged person.
"You are not him ..." Feng Hao frowned.
"You see it?"
The long-haired middle-aged man grinned and then said, "Listen to the ancestor's advice, leave this place and never set foot here ... otherwise, be careful of your hard-won creation and cultivation."
Feng Hao looked at the middle-aged man with long hair, and these words seemed to reach somewhere in his heart with some magic.
This existence transcends the existence of half-walk ancestors.
But ... fortunately, the other party did not show any intention of killing him.
Feng Hao shook his head and said, "I am determined!"
"Your imperfect world doesn't necessarily ... can come in handy." The middle-aged man with long hair said again.
His eyes were aggressive.
Feng Hao laughed: "Really? Maybe ... but the spar of the avenue is worth a try for the emperor!"
"..."
The middle-aged man with long hair was silent again, and then said, "Okay, you can be sure. It's a rare ... I met you like this, my ancestor is waiting for you!"