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In other words, when the Slaughter God Spear was only three feet away from Qin Feng, the terrifying pressure that filled the sky and the earth actually crushed Qin Feng's center and a few meters in radius.

Lots of mixed stones splashed around.

"Arrogant boy, this time, if you can't escape with your wings, you will definitely die without a place to be buried."

Zhou Cheng said coldly.

"Really? I said, I want you to die the most saddened."

Qin Feng sneered again and again: "If you were to die by the bronze chariot you gave me as a toy, this should be the most tragic way to die!"

Zhou Cheng felt that it was ridiculous, and he laughed more and more: "Tai Hongtian? As far as the sky is concerned, all these poor jokes are only stupid like you..."

Suddenly, Zhou Cheng's mockery froze, his eyes staring like copper bells, and only the color of horror remained in his eyes.

I saw that Qin Feng only had a palm-sized bronze chariot in his hand, like a sleeping Primordial beast, awakening in an instant.

A mottled stain on the bronze chariot suddenly burst out with an unmatched divine light, which turned into unimaginable rays of sunlight, like ribbons, and the bronze chariot was rippling around.

Rumble!

The violent breath stirred the time and space of the heavens.

For a moment, everything in the entire hall began to dance, like a pilgrimage, the swallows returned to their nest and plunged into the ribbon of the bronze chariot.

Suddenly, the bronze chariot began to tremble, and a whispering voice sounded. It was a simple war song that traveled through the heavens and the earth, and crossed the wild and wild of the universe.

It was a hymn to the destiny of Taihong's overcoming thorns and smashing thorns, and for human beings to get rid of the destiny of natural food.

That was the Taihong clan, who fought against Taihaotian, whose blood was mysterious and yellow.

That was the lofty ambition of Lingyun who knew that the road to the sky was no return, and still set foot on.

That was the call of the Taikoo ancestors to the Taihong clan.

That is……

Qin Feng's body was radiant to Kyushu, and his blood flowed across the world.

The terrifying and majestic vitality echoes the endless spirit of the bronze chariot.

Boom!

It sounded like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.

Picture after picture began to appear in the void of the cave mansion. It was the experience of Taikoo Taihong.

In the end countless pictures were thrown into the bronze chariot again.

Along with bursts of bursts, the bronze chariot has awakened like a supreme fierce beast, unscrupulously vomiting everything between heaven and earth.

"No! How is this possible? He is just a toy!"

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Cheng roared loudly.

His face was blue and his whole body was shaking.

The bronze chariot is not a toy, but a terrifying weapon.

One thing was confirmed from the side. Those introductions on the walls of the magic cave must be true.

In the age of myth, a human race's supreme emperor fought three thousand worlds, and swept out a terrifying weapon of one world for the human race. How strong will the bronze chariot be?

He actually regarded the supreme treasure as a dispensable toy, and in the end it became a means of mocking ghosts and sorrows.

Now it seems that the really ridiculous person is him.

"Since I got the bronze chariot, I have said it more than once. It is a godless artifact. You not only don't believe it, but you also laugh at me. Old dog, old dog! Today, you will be ruined in the bronze chariot. Next, maybe this is the so-called karma!"

Rumble!

A terrifying golden light erupted from the bronze chariot.

The endless golden light envelops terrifying war weapons, throwing out a golden avenue in the void, countless war weapons dancing, and god patterns crisscross.

The bronze chariot was driving on the Golden Mile. Toward the same terrifying God Slaughter Spear.

The terrorist collision that everyone expected did not happen.

When the bronze chariot approached the divine spear, Qin Feng's hands were suddenly intertwined with countless divine patterns.

The horror spear that burst like the rising sun, fell into Qin Feng's hands like a gentle sheep. Such a scene is jaw-dropping.

"Someone just laughed at me, picked up a sesame seed, and threw a watermelon. It was really not worth it to bury the God of Slaughter Spear for a tiger king. I'm sorry, I am not a child, I want sesame seeds, and I don’t know how to use watermelons. Give up. My choice is both!"

Bang bang bang!

Those warriors in the Southern Barbarian Devil's Cave have been slapped naked. This is not the thing that makes them the most uncomfortable.

Qin Feng threatened that he would not let any warrior in the Nanban Devil's Cave off.

Once Zhou Cheng is beheaded, their ending is also doomed.

"No! We must run away while they are fighting!"

They did it when they said it, but they were blocked by Xiao Luo and the warriors of Broken Blade.

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"What are you? Don't you have a little bit of force? The so-called five world masters, that is, ghosts and sorrows are regarded as personal things. You terrapins also want to stop us, it is purely slow to death!"

While talking, a peak master from the Nanbarb Demon Cave had already flew past, and the spear let out a little bit of cold light, and slashed towards Xiao Luo.

It's just that Xiao Luo didn't wait until Xiao Luo made a move. One of the sword-breaking martial artists shot out, and had already beheaded a peak master in the Nanman Devil's Cave.

Everyone in the Nanban Demon Cave was trembling and sluggish there as if struck by lightning.

At the same time, the terrifying bronze chariot has been crushed.

In fact, without the Slaughter God Spear, Zhou Cheng knew that it could not be Qin Feng's opponent.

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It's just that he didn't expect that the bronze chariot hadn't approached yet.

The horror aura carried by the paved golden avenue alone has torn the world apart.

The first king of Nanban, Zhoucheng, was scared to death. He threw all the weapons he had harvested before his eyes to resist, but he couldn't change any results.

Those war weapons were trembling violently, and as the Golden Mile approached, they began to split one after another, and finally broke apart completely.

puff!

The Golden Avenue had slammed into Zhou Cheng's body.

Even if Zhou Cheng was in the state of the Three Plagues, he was now as vulnerable as a chicken and dog.

It looked like he was vomiting blood and flew upside down. Only Zhou Cheng himself knew that the foundation of his martial arts had been shattered, and his body had actually been shattered. It's like a clay pot that was broken at the same time, forcibly pieced together.

"I'm not reconciled!"

In Zhou Cheng's mind, there was only one picture constantly circulating.

That scene was not the anxiety he felt when he killed for the first time.

It's not that he is admired by everyone.

It's not the high spirits of being the first person in the Nanban Devil's Cave.

It is not countless years of killing, causing countless deaths, those hideous faces.

In this picture, the toy-like bronze chariot was handed over to Qin Feng in front of the ancient cave mansion.

He played himself to death.

"Not reconciled! I'm really not reconciled!"

Zhou Cheng snarled up to the sky, with endless regret and unwillingness.

Under the eyes of everyone, his body has exploded into countless fragments. small.

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