Martial Inverse

"Because the Emperor is the Lord of the Thousands, whether it is the universe or the Thousands of Worlds, the spirit ... is the same, and it will never leave its ancestors. The Emperor naturally knows that there is no retreat. Moreover, in the future, he will be grateful for his choice . "

Feng Hao squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the southern spirit wrapped in a light curtain. The corner of his mouth traced a radian. The future is still long, but he will go very smoothly ...

There is no shortage of strong men by his side.

Of course, the more things the better, the better it is. It's pretty good to have a lot of powerful people who serve as the foundation on the earth.

"Then do you think Lao Sun is also grateful for today's choice?"

Sun Wukong blinked.

"you?"

Feng Hao took it for granted: "That will definitely regret it."

"what……"

Sun Wukong froze for a moment, will he regret following Fenghao? From the current situation, there is no need to regret it.

Just when Sun Wukong was wondering, Feng Hao said again, "For example, how can I regret not having the same spirit as the Southern Spirit ..."

Ok!

Sun Wukong was completely convinced. He had never seen a narcissist like Feng Hao before.

He regrets that he has not dedicated his spirit? Just kidding, he broke away from the Three Realms and was born in the five elements, he didn't even know how to write the word Regret.

At the outset of making trouble in the God Realm, I did not regret turning it upside down. Would I regret it?

Unless he can become the master of the Three Realms.

After Feng Hao conquered the spirit of the Southern Realm, it was considered a major event, and the closer he was to the heart of the world.

When Feng Hao and Sun Wukong returned to the Wuling Mountains again, the spirit on the ground was shocked, and they set their sights on Feng Hao.

It was this man who slashed the Suzaku the Fire Spirit, and then almost shattered the Suzaku's spirit, which was called a god.

噗通!

The gas fighter on the ground knelt into a piece, his eyes were infinitely enthusiastic, and it was a blessing to be able to come into contact with such a mighty power at close range.

If you are fortunate enough to be instructed or accepted as a true disciple, it is not a dream to travel too much in this life.

It is a pity that they do not have this life.

Because Feng Hao didn't have any thoughts of disciples at all. Without a trace of his sleeves, more than a hundred gas refiners stood up uncontrollably, and looked surprised.

"What are you doing? This is Suzaku meat. If you miss it, you will miss it forever ..."

Sun Wukong licked his lips, and the golden hoop rod strung Suzaku again, setting it on the spiritual wood, the flame was lit, and the fragrant meat smell was overflowing.

The smell of this scent makes people have the illusion of being soaring and feels very beautiful.

What if I take a bite? Wouldn't it have beaten the immortals?

Soon, the Suzaku meat was grilled golden and golden, with a more seductive aroma. The drooling gas concentrators became slices, and there was no way to resist the temptation of Suzaku meat.

Feng Hao also had a big appetite and had an impulse to be happy, but in the end he still resisted. Anyway, he is also the master of the world. Go and compete with this group of gas refiners.

"Why not try it? This is Suzaku meat, especially after being nourished by my soul. It is a panacea. These ants are not bad ..."

Just then, the murmurous voice of Lingnan Ling rang behind Feng Hao.

Feng Hao turned his head and looked at the southern spirit of the human form. His eyes lightened and he uttered a soft voice. The southern spirit of the soul bead could not be distinguished by human eyes alone.

Not only is there no trace of Yin, but it is also full of divinity.

very good.

"The magic potion is nothing to the Emperor, but you, really do not feel heartache?" Feng Hao whispered softly.

"The physical bodies of the five great spirits have nothing to do with the spirits, but the body shells. There is no heartache or heartache."

The southern spirit is very free and easy, and he doesn't mind the hotness of these gas refiners. Even, he went down and helped to add a fire. He looked at these gas refiners with a smile and a smile, just like the cute weird neighbor next door.

Feng Hao's mouth is slightly drawn, this is definitely a subversive scene.

Sun Wukong also watched, and forgot to shake the golden hoop stick, and a small area was baked immediately.

After smelling the burnt Sun Wukong, his nose was twitching, and he continued to turn, trying to make every inch of Suzaku's flesh as delicate as possible.

The gas conquerors responsible for tinkering with the firewood and fire of the spirit saw the southern spirit in the form of an adult, and at first they were confused about where they came from.

But when he heard Sun Wukong yell "Soul of the South Boundary", many gas practitioners jumped up in shock, and their bodies shivered.

so awkward……

This person is actually the Southern Spirit, and they are roasting the Southern Spirit. The most surprising thing is that it has also joined the army of roasting Suzaku meat.

...

Time passed quickly. Under the blessing of the Lingmu flame, the Suzaku meat was almost roasted. The gas practitioners stared at the Suzaku meat, drooling hard.

"Everyone has a share, where is Gusu?"

Sun Wukong suddenly yelled at the crowd of gas refiners, everyone looked at each other, and then Gu Suziheng stepped out of the crowd.

He was aggressive at the moment, nervous at the same time with a hint of confusion.

How Sun Wukong called him Gusu kid, he didn't seem to tell Sun Wukong his name.

Out of the crowd in trembling, Gu Suziheng behaved like a child who made a mistake.

"Mercedes, the Great Saint has tempered the flying sword for you. This will leave you the chore of cutting meat, and you must figure out how many."

Sun Wukong also learned Feng Hao and was indifferent on the side.

This kind of work was right to Gu Su Ziheng.

The gas refiners whispered something that everyone knew about the name of Su Ziheng, the aunt and master of Guizong Sect.

But they do n’t want to use white, why is it Gu Su Ziheng?

On the method of cutting meat, some of them have been butchers in the world, and they are very skillful.

At this moment, Gu Su Ziheng was moving very fast, offering the flying sword after promotion, and cutting directly around the flesh of the Suzaku supported by the golden hoop with the potential of Ben Lei.

Swipe!

Three times, five times two, and a few breaths, Feijian cut hundreds of knives sharply, and Suzaku meat was decomposed into diced meat.

As a result, the gas refiners finally wept with joy, grateful to take over the piece of Suzaku meat that fell on the palm of their hands.

After swallowing it, the aura suddenly rolled over here, and many gas refiners broke through the current realm and benefited a lot.

Sun Wukong was the fiercest. He was the sole owner of Suzaku's neck. No one dared to eat food with him. His mouth was greasy and his breath was rich and extreme.

Feng Hao saw all this in his eyes, and couldn't help but smile bitterly at the spirit of the southern boundary: "It doesn't matter if you talk about your mouth, it doesn't taste like it ..."

The spirit of Nanjie looked at the Fenghao with a disdainful look, stretched out his hand, a piece of thigh flew, bite two bitterly, and said, "Did you see? I even eat myself ..."

Ok! you win……