Chapter 511: Bombing Esslon

One after another, the crystallization of divine power emerged on the side of Essron, and then turned into ashes, and the enormous power of the gods was madly immersed in the golden teachings.
The countless believers sang the praises of poems that have been sung across countless planes, and made countless golden small curses. Numerous golden curses have formed a golden torrent that will directly devour Yang Feng.
"Like the Lord, you are the supreme being the only one!"
"Praise my Lord, you are the only true God in this world! All gods except you are false gods!"
"Praise my Lord, you are light, you are dawn, you are everything!"
"..."
Numerous golden curses seem to be able to wash the soul, and countless voices echo in Yang Feng's ear, body, and sea. The prayers of countless believers are full of piety, respectfulness, concentration, and holiness. Their voices seem to directly wash the soul of Yang Feng, trying to transform him directly from the soul level.
The prayers of countless believers reminisced in Yang Feng’s soul and in the body, but Yang Feng did not feel any pain, the endless warmth and the joy and happiness filled by the believers emerged from the golden curse. It gives people a kind of fluttering desire, full of endless happiness, and people who are addicted to it.
If it is the power of pain, Yang Feng can completely resist. But the endless happiness is more terrible than the pain. Yang Feng is not paying attention, and has been swallowed up by the endless happiness. The whole person is only in the depths of his heart, and he keeps a sigh of lucidity and sinks into it.
"I am Yang Feng, I am the of war, I am the master of the shadows, all gods except me are pseudo-god!!"
In the face of Faso, the avatar of Yang Feng opened his eyes and the magnificent, great, sacred voice echoed in His Kingdom of God.
"I am Yang Feng! I only believe in myself. I only believe in my own strength. I will never believe in anyone! If there is God, I am the only true God in the world!"
A tyrannical, unruly, completely exclusive terrorist will rises up in Yang Feng's body, letting him open his eyes, struggling step by step from that great happiness, burning angry flames in his eyes. .
Only one step away, Yang Feng will be completely assimilated by the morning music and twelve music hymns. He will eventually become a mad believer who believes in the Lord of the Morning, and will dedicate everything to the Lord of the Morning, so that his self-consciousness is quite and completely Deprivation, defamation and hard work.
Like the direct contact between the morning music and the twelve hymns and the corrosive attack of the soul, Yang Feng was the first to encounter it. This was a direct encounter and was almost defeated.
"The bigness of the universe is really nothing. I am a little bit of a look at the world!!"
Yang Feng's eyes are red, and his life force is pouring out, drawing the strength of the body's half-face, resisting the erosion of the morning twelfth movement, and silently thinking.
In the universe, there are countless planes, among the countless planes, there are countless bizarre creatures and all sorts of mysterious secrets. Some secrets are very different, even though the strength is far stronger than the other side, one will be defeated in the other's hands.
"There can be struggling from the morning twelfth movement hymns, this humble human warlock is very strong!"
In the eyes of Essone, there was a faint color of color, and there was a huge amount of magical power in the body. The countless divine power crystallized and collapsed, and the enormous power of the gods filled the crystallization of the power.
It seems that countless believers recited the golden curse of the hymns and formed a radiant glow, and directly suppressed Yang Feng’s soul, drowsy and unable to move.
The soul dominates the flesh, and Yang Feng's body does not suffer any harm, but the soul is firmly suppressed by the numerous golden curses, and it is almost impossible to move. It can only resist the erosion of this golden curse.
In the eyes of Essone, a flash of coldness was heard, and he shouted: "Zhang Xuan, kill this heresy!"
The morning twelfth movement hymn is also a huge artifact. It is with this artifact that Essone can firmly suppress Yang Feng. However, this artifact is very expensive, and Essone is unable to move because of the manipulation of this artifact.
"Yes! Master!!"
Zhang Xuan’s eyes flashed a touch of sorrowful color, and his hand turned over. A five-level secret treasure grenade appeared in his hand. A violent hurricane shrouded the grenade. A blue gunman was directly stabbed toward Yang Feng.
"You are so lucky that you can be a sacrifice to my master!"
Yang Feng's eyes were cold and indifferent, and the black master's cube immediately appeared in his hands, quickly decomposing, turning into a black armor to cover his whole body.
From the arms of the master, a vast expanse of force of the sundial warlock rushed into the body of Yang Feng, almost bursting his body directly.
Zhang Xuan’s guns and guns were stabbed in the arms of Yang Feng’s master. When the sound was clear, the five-level secret treasure and the wind guns were blown away.
"How can this be?"
Zhang Xuan’s eyes flashed an unbelievable color. He used a half-step sorcerer’s repair to control the five-level secret weapon such as the gale gun. Even if it was a sundial warlock, it would not be so understated.
Yang Feng reached out and grabbed it. The right hand seemed to be a whirlpool like a black hole. Crazy sucking, a horrible suction directly sucked Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan looked desperately and pleaded with enthusiasm: "Yang Feng, I know it is wrong, spare me a life!! I swear, I can swear, I will never be against you from now on! My master is Luo Feng I am a pro-disciple of Luo Feng. If you kill me, he will never let you go!!"
Yang Feng’s eyes were indifferent, and a fist hit the head of Zhang Xuan’s head. A single blow of Zhang Xuan’s head smashed directly, like a cracked watermelon.
"The next time it's your turn!!"
Feel free to throw Zhang Xuan's wreckage, Yang Feng's eyes murdered, ignoring the dense golden curse, gazing at Essone.
"A terrible guy!"
Essone saw this scene, and there was a remorse in his heart. Some regrets provoked Yang Feng. However, now that he has been riding a tiger, Yang Feng’s killing is like a sea of ​​heaven, and he can only fight for a fight!
Essone looked solemn, his eyes were blooming with golden light, such as the same living god, silent thoughts, countless divine power crystals suddenly appeared, crazy burning, turned into a powerful divine power torrent into his body, let his breath The festival has climbed to the level of the Moon Warlock.
The power of the gods, once used by the demigod who has the godhead, can raise the power of the demigod to the point of the gods of the weak divine power in a short time.
Some powerful demigods are able to kill a true God by level with the help of artifacts and divine power.
"Dawn Mountain! Now!!"
Essone waved a hand, a palm-sized mountain to absorb countless powers, and evolved into a three-meter-high hill. Numerous morning light bloomed from that hill and directly suppressed toward Yang Feng. .
That morning sun is the artifact of the of the gods, after the killing of a god, the of the broken kingdom of the law, the of the wreckage, the whole of the gods as an auxiliary artifact, the power is endless . As long as there is sufficient crystal power, Essone will be able to use this artifact to suppress the strongman of the Moon Warlock series.
The morning sun flew to the top of Yang Feng, and the endless morning glow of the gods descended from the sky, blocking the void, and directly crushing Yang Feng with the pressure of Mount Tai.
Under the endless morning light, the void was blocked, and the space law had no effect at all. Yang Feng simply avoided it.
"Give me broken!!"
Yang Feng roared, madly extracting the power of the master's armed forces, converging the half-level surface of the body to extract the power of the world. Under the double increase of the magic law of the war, a chaos burst into the top of the morning sun. .
Bang! !
Accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise, Yang Feng, who was refining from a wreck of the gods and weighing tens of millions of tons, was hit by a fist.
Yang Feng's right arm was also under the strong anti-seismic force, and it was shattered. The shape of the master was only supported by the master. The bones inside were completely shattered.
In the eyes of Essone, there was a horror and despair in his eyes. He shouted: "This, how is this possible? That morning, the mountain is a wreck of the kingdom of God. How can a star warlock in the area fly directly to the mountain?!"
"Give me to die!"
Yang Feng's figure swayed, and appeared in front of Essron's body. His eyes were cold, and the remaining left hand punched directly on the head of Essone's head. The Essonne's head was smashed into pieces by a single blow.
Essonne's various artifacts emerge in an endless stream. To deal with such enemies, Yang Feng does not dare to have the slightest care.
After a punch smashed Essone’s head, Yang Feng reached out and pointed at it. The seven-color skyfire suddenly appeared, turning into a fire dragon directly to Essron’s roll, burning Essone’s body directly into ash, leaving only one A storage ring and several powerful artifacts he uses.
Luo Mingyan looked at Yang Feng, and the beautiful light flashed in the beautiful eyes: "Get rid of it!! So strong!! It is really terrible!!"
Etheron is much more violent than many Chinese warlocks, and a person has several powerful artifacts. Such a strong person was actually killed directly by Yang Feng. Luo Mingyan is naturally very excited.
Mei Yiyi’s gaze is on the leader of Yang Feng’s body. In the beautiful world, he looks forward to it:
It’s amazing, that secret treasure, so strong!

If Yang Feng is not equipped with the dominator, he is afraid that he will not be the opponent of Essron. After all, Etheron is not only a half-step sorcerer, but also has a myriad of magical powers, as well as several powerful artifacts, more powerful than many Chinese warlocks. (To be continued~^~.)