God-level Stealing System

"Is it really the only place to go?"

Silently strolling around all the pill shops in Dafeng Imperial City, they all got consistent results, which made him frown. Although he had already checked the ancient books, he knew the treasure of Minghun Grass.

But now it seems that he still underestimated the degree of its preciousness. He really didn't know where the Misty Rain Sword God was found three thousand years ago.

The burial place of Fengyun Supreme, as its name suggests, is a sleeping place for the Supreme. Originally, the burial site was buried in the endless void, but no matter how powerful the layout is, it can't bear the power of time.

One hundred and fifty thousand years later, a loophole appeared in Fengyun Supreme's sleeping place, and the world reappeared!

This is the general situation that Silent understands. If such a powerful supreme really leaves a chance for future generations, let alone the life soul grass, it is a real Taoist pill of heaven, and I am afraid that there are not a few.

"Although there are countless opportunities for the funeral of the supreme, but obviously there are endless murderous opportunities. It all depends on the supreme character. If it is a cold-blooded generation, it will lay a killing formation. Among the martial artists in the world, even the heavenly arrogant will be useless. Going in is bound to die without life!"

This is why Silence didn't want to go to the funeral of Fengyun Supreme. The gap between the three great realms could not be made up by the power of Dao Xin.

You know, being able to become a supreme character also overwhelms the supreme existence of an era!

But fear is not fear. If there is only the soul grass in the funeral of Fengyun Supreme, silence will only be a breakthrough.

...

Three days later, there is an elegant teahouse in Dafenghuangcheng.

Feng Xing Lei stood by the window with his hand in hand, as if waiting for something.

Behind him stood thirteen warriors, thirteen people ranging in age, from young to old, but without exception, they were all powerful and powerful.

Although they are all peak martial artists, they are by no means weaker than the ordinary Three Heavens, otherwise they would not be eligible to be recruited by Feng Xing Lei.

"He hasn't come yet." The old man who stood behind Feng Xinglei spoke for the third time.

"No hurry, wait." Unlike the spirited and arrogant young man who was in the restaurant three days ago, he is extra patient today.

"Can the old man ask a question, an invincible arrogant talent, why is the prince so important? Even if you want to accept him as a general, you can directly use your strength to overwhelm him, break his Dao Xin and set up another?

The old man was a little puzzled. Although he was a powerful existence in the Eighth Layer of the Law Realm, he still couldn't see through the mind of a young man who, strictly speaking, was only at the Profound Origin Realm cultivation level.

Born in the royal family and growing up in the royal family, even if you are young, you should never take it lightly!

Feng Xinglei smiled, and a calm smile flashed in his deep eyes, and said: "With my current strength, it is natural to overwhelm or even subdue him, but Lao Li knows that those invincible arrogances who follow my sixteen brothers , How did my Sixteenth Brother accept it?"

Old Li was surprised at first, then his pupils shrank, and he looked at the young man in shock in front of him, and finally lowered his head quickly, his expression more respectful, and he stopped saying any inappropriate words.

Everyone in the Dafeng royal family knows that Feng Xinglei's most respected is the newly-appointed Sixteenth Prince on Dafeng Sheng, and no one is allowed to speak ill of his Sixteenth Brother.

But who knows...

Now the golden jersey has been repaired to make up for his age defect, and he is not afraid of anyone among his peers.

"The real powerhouse is not to threaten Invincible Tianjiao to follow, but to convince Invincible Tianjiao from the heart!"

Feng Xinglei said lightly: "Big Brother Wuzong is too unbearable. The pure innate water body is actually only the level of quasi-worldly arrogance, it is ridiculous!"

"Sorry, I'm late." At this moment, a man in a coarse linen robe came from a distance and arched his hands towards Feng Xing Lei.

Feng Xinglei turned around, took two quick steps to meet the silence, smiling pure and sincere, "It's not too late, it's just right!"

...

In the Yuhonglou, the saintess of Yuhonglou also got the latest news about Fengyun Supreme's burial site. She remembered the glimpse of fate that she had accidentally caught three months ago, and her expression became a little serious.

She let go of the news and arrived at Dafeng Imperial City four days ago. It was not Invincible Tianjiao that she wanted to wait for, nor was it Yuan Yun, Fengxingtian, and Xuemanshan, but... those two!

To be precise, it is one!

"Since my destined man will appear in Gale Imperial City, then it is most likely that it is him!"

The saint of Yuhonglou's eyes flickered, and she was wearing a red dress with extraordinary elegance, "The funeral of Fengyun Supreme is about to be opened, and it happens that I will meet you, and see what you have in the end, which can be favored by fate. , Become my partner?"

An old man suddenly appeared behind her, pulling back the thoughts of the saintess of Yuhonglou, her brows couldn't help but frowned, as if they were more solemn than the previous thoughts about fate.

"Did you find it?" she asked.

"No!" Old He smiled bitterly, "I have used all my power. It can be said that I have searched the entire imperial city except for the inner city, but the silence seems to have evaporated, and there is no trace of it."

"It seems that he really wanted to hide." The saint of Yuhonglou sighed softly. Is that man really hurt by her, hiding from her like this?

"You don't need to look for it. If he intentionally hides it, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to find it. After all, he is not equivalent to Wu Fei and others.

The sage of Yuhonglou calmed down, and said: "Notify them, let's go, the cracks in Fengyun Supreme's burial site have become bigger, and the warriors of the world-sweeping state can already enter it."

He nodded respectfully, and suddenly hesitated, and said, "I'll continue to look for them. There are people at the same level as the original poster in the funeral of Fengyun Supreme. Those characters have extraordinary fighters. If he is missing, he will be This trip is not good."

Yuhonglou does not accept male disciples. He Lao is just the husband of an ordinary disciple in Yuhonglou. He was sent to the saint of Yuhonglou to act as the guardian and at the same time in charge of all intelligence information.

So he knew that the sixteen princes of the Gale Empire and the prince of the Daxue Empire, who were said to have long been accepted as disciples by an elder of Wu Tianjiao, had many followers, and even... there was also a quasi-celestial prince. The warlord, willing to follow!

Naturally, the invincible Tianjiao cannot affect the fighting at the level of the Great Tianjiao, but the quasi Tianjiao? Still a little bit of strength!

"No, I have the strength to suppress everything, and I don't need any help!" The saint of Yuhonglou raised her head slightly, raised her delicate chin, and said proudly.

He was amazed in his heart, he was worthy of being a figure of the Heavenly Jiao, and Daoxing alone was far superior to the Heavenly Jiao of the Earth.

"First, I wish the original poster to suppress the Quartet, sweep all enemies, and become the only splendid pride of this era..."

He Lao bends down deeply and salutes, presenting the saint of Yuhonglou to her. As he was about to say some auspicious words, he saw the saint of Yuhonglou coming back again.

"Forget it, you'd better look for it. After I entered the funeral of Fengyun Supreme, there was news that I was in danger, and he would definitely come to rescue me..."