The First Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-Three Chapters Impact the Gods (In)

Those few strands of hair danced wildly in the air as if they were alive.

The hair is silver, but there are occasionally red, yellow, green, blue, black and other colors flowing out of it. The changes between each color are subtle and natural.

Of course, now Zhao Feng doesn't have the heart to observe these things carefully.

He only knew that he was at a critical moment in shaping the altar, but his divine eye had undergone a transformation.

"How to do?"

Zhao Feng was a little anxious in his heart.

According to past experience, the transformation of the eyes of the gods may make him fall asleep completely.

And the sleeping time is not fixed.

Now, he has created three shrines, but if at the last critical moment, the eyes of the gods transform and let him fall asleep, so what is it?

Once the formation of the altar fails, he will be beaten back to his original shape, and it will take a very long time to recover.

But the oppression of the Spirit Race is imminent, and he must attack the divine position as soon as possible to solve these threats.

After struggling for a moment, Zhao Feng decided to continue to attack the divine position.

According to past experience, the change of hair color is only a sign of the transformation of the gods, and the specific transformation time will have to wait for a while.

"You must successfully attack the god position before the god's eyes change!"

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed with determination.

...

Outside the palace, the speed at which the huge five-color vortex and the altar absorbed vitality suddenly stagnated.

This phenomenon caused the people nearby to look surprised.

"Is it over? There are only three shrines?"

"Hehe, but that's the case, although he can defeat the fourth-order true god, his own potential is limited..."

Among the closest core disciples,

Many people laughed at it.

Condensing the three shrines, most of the core disciples of the Spirit Race can do it.

"No, no more than...!"

In the distance, Zhao Yufei believed Zhao Feng that the three shrines were not the end.

Right now. Above the huge palace, another phantom of the altar was outlined.

"Four shrines!"

There was a commotion all around!

Being able to defeat the fourth-order true god does not mean that you can condense four gods, but if you can do this, it means that his talent and potential are excellent.

Above the clouds, the expressions of several ancient gods changed.

"Although this son does not have a high bloodline, his talent potential is very good!"

"The four altars are extremely sturdy, once formed. The fourth-order is invincible, and it can fight the fifth-order!"

Several ancient gods had vicious eyes and made judgments based on this vague vision.

At this moment, not far away, several figures appeared.

"That's someone from the 'Holy Land of Life'!"

The crowd nearby who were concerned about Zhao Feng's breakthrough vision was immediately attracted by the three young disciples.

"I didn't expect Brother Xiahou to come here..."

The core disciples of the nearby Spirit Race immediately stepped forward to welcome them.

Sanctuary of life. The dominant force in the Purple Spirit Domain, the Spirit Race had to bow their heads in front of it.

Among the three, the leader was dressed in a clean and concise light green robe, with a straight and majestic body, and his emerald green eyes shone with sparkling lustre.

"what's going on?"

That majestic man peak that palace. Slightly suspicious.

This person is Xiahouwu, the sixth-order true god of the Holy Land of Life, the owner of the Eye of Life, and one of Zhao Yufei's suitors.

"Brother Xiahou, you also know that there are many children in the Spirit Clan who are pursuing Zhao Yufei. But this kid has won Zhao Yufei's heart, so we challenged him. This kid is not strong enough, so we are eager to break through. God position..."

Zhang Yutong greeted him with a smile.

Although he is also a sixth-order true god and has the blood of the spirit race, he is not a match for Xiahou Wu.

In addition, the faction where Xiahou Wu is located. It is also one level higher than the Spirit Race.

"Brother Xiahou, are you here to challenge him too?"

A core disciple of the Spirit Race asked.

"No need!"

Xiahou Wu said coldly, and turned his eyes to the distance where Zhao Yufei was.

Even if Zhao Feng broke through the divine position, he could not be the opponent of these Spirit Race people, and he did not need to take action at all.

In addition, Zhao Feng was Zhao Yufei's man after all. If he humiliated Zhao Feng in person, he would definitely make Zhao Yufei hold a grudge.

It is better to let the people of the Spirit Clan take action and drive Zhao Feng away, and he goes directly to comfort Zhao Yufei.

"Yes, yes, such a small fellow, how is it worth Brother Xiahou's presence!"

Zhang Yutong still smiled and complimented.

Above the sky, the gazes of the ancient spirit gods also looked at the three people in the Holy Land of Life.

"They are all strong in physique, coupled with superb self-healing and resilience, as long as they bring a few soul defense artifacts, they are invincible at the same level!"

"As expected of a genius in the Holy Land, compared to the core disciples of the Spiritual Race, it pales in comparison."

...

Boom!

The vitality of heaven and earth near the Spirit Clan was madly absorbed by the five-color vitality vortex and transported to Zhao Feng's body in the Primordial Dream Realm.

At the same time, in Zhao Feng's low-grade divine crystal veins, there is an endless supply of heaven and earth vitality and divine power for Zhao Feng to extract.

In addition, the treasures of heaven and earth he prepared for the impact on the divine position have long been exhausted.

After half a month, the fourth altar finally condensed successfully.

"Then the fifth seat!"

Zhao Feng was a little excited, but also anxious.

At this time, his pale blond hair, half of which had turned into silver.

But the silver hair, in the natural dance, the color gradually changes, giving people a dreamy sense of flow.

And his left eye also had a hint of tiredness.

In the Divine Eye space, the mysterious golden ball is spinning rapidly, and its color is also changing.

The golden ball was gradually approaching silver, but the surface was rippling with a layer of colorful, dreamy and blurred brilliance.

It was as if there was a dreamy liquid inside this small ball.

...

When the shape of the fifth altar was outlined, the outside world was completely shocked.

"The fifth shrine, this kid is so daring!"

"Hehe, once you start to shape the altar, and the successor is incapable, then all the previous efforts will be forfeited, and everything will be abolished!"

Many disciples around, suddenly laughed.

But at the same time, they were a little jealous, jealous that Zhao Feng had the courage to shape the fifth altar, and that he could shape the fifth altar to take shape.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

Xiahou Wu snorted coldly.

Only the top quasi-god in the Holy Land can achieve the fifth-order god status. Only possible, just like the "Guanlong Quasi-God" in the Holy Land of Life.

"Hehe, I'm afraid this kid is going to fail. Every time he fails to attack the divine position, he will lose a certain potential. He is useless..."

Zhang Yutong laughed.

The attack on the divine position failed, so Zhao Feng still had no face left in the Spirit Race.

above the sky. The ancient gods who were observing below also sighed.

"Originally. As long as Zhao Feng compromises, the Spirit Clan will try their best to cultivate him, even if he is a god, there is no problem, but now it is impossible..."

The black-robed ancient god smiled coldly.

"Hey, I hope he succeeds!"

The ancient god of floating spirit sighed inwardly.

Zhao Feng was playing a gamble. If he directly attained the fifth-order god status, the Spirit Clan would definitely not stop him and Zhao Yufei.

But once it fails. It also means that Zhao Feng is not worthy of Zhao Yufei.

"Well? There is an ancient god approaching!"

The gaze of the ancient god of the spirit race immediately became vigilant and looked into the distance.

Boom!

A group of purple clouds rolled over, connecting with the thick clouds that covered the ancient gods of the Spirit Race.

"Who is your Excellency, come to my Spiritual Race, what are you doing?"

The ancient god in black robe looked majestic.

His opponent was the ancient god of the Ziye clan, and the Ziye clan was ranked twenty-ninth in the Taigu Wan clan, far inferior to the spirit clan.

"I am the ancient god of the night dragon in the Ziye Temple of the ancient Longyu!"

The ancient god Yelong transmitted his voice indifferently.

"To be honest, I came to Zilingyu to hunt down a person who committed monstrous crimes in the ancient Longyu. He even imprisoned many geniuses in my Ziye Palace..."

Ancient God Yelong's eyes showed a trace of hatred, and he cast towards Zhao Feng who was breaking through below.

"he?"

The ancient god of the spirit race was slightly taken aback.

The Purple Spirit Domain and the Ancient Long Domain are far apart. They really don't know what happened to the Ancient Long Domain.

However, Zhao Feng's ability to stir the Ancient Long Territory into that is truly remarkable.

"If the Spiritual Race hand over this son to me, the Ziye Palace will be greatly grateful..."

The ancient god of night dragon directly stated the request and reward.

The ancient god of the spirit race fell into deep thought.

Although the Ziye Clan is not as good as the Spirit Clan, it is still a big five-star power, and the reward given by the Yelong Ancient God is quite generous, and the value is hundreds or thousands of times that of a Zhao Feng.

However, if they handed over the children of the Spirit Clan like this, I am afraid that it would make other children feel chilled, and it would make Zhao Yufei completely disappointed in the Spirit Clan.

"I know everyone's worries, but after Zhao Feng's breakthrough, he must go out to carry out his mission. Now it's very uneasy outside, and accidents are inevitable..."

Ancient God Yelong showed a sinister smile.

The ancient gods of the Spirit Race naturally understood the meaning of these words. As long as they agreed, the ancient gods of Yelong would secretly kill Zhao Feng and would not let this matter have anything to do with them.

The ancient gods of the spirit race turned slightly dark eyes and communicated with each other.

"Zhao Feng is always a trouble. Now that he takes the risk of attacking the fifth-order true god, it is very likely that he will fail. It is better to use him to make this deal with the ancient god Yelong, which can get rid of Zhao Feng and make Zhao Yufei give up..."

The black-robed ancient god's eyes flashed coldly.

"It's a little bad..."

The ancient god of floating spirit protested.

"I think Zhao Yufei is a better match for Xiahou Wu of the Holy Land of Life!"

"Zhao Feng is too reckless, how can he attack the fifth-order god position..."

The rest of the ancient gods, although they did not directly give an answer, have already agreed with the proposal of the black-robed ancient god with euphemism.

But at this moment, there was a sound of boiling from below.

"Five shrines are about to be completed!"

"Impossible, Zhao Feng actually has the ability to create five altars?"

Many disciples were shocked and questioned constantly.

"The fifth shrine is about to be completed, how is it possible!"

Zhang Yutong was shocked and looked a little crazy.

I saw that above the palace, the fifth phantom of the altar was about to take shape!

To directly obtain the fifth-order god position, this is the quasi-god of the Holy Land, and it is possible to do it!

Even above the sky, many ancient gods of the Spiritual Race are somewhat unbelievable.

On the other hand, the Ancient God Yelong's expression was extremely gloomy, and the killing intent in his eyes was as solid as reality.

Zhao Feng's potential makes him feel terrifying. Once he grows up, it may pose a huge threat to the Purple Night Palace and must be killed.

...

In the immemorial dream, the corner of Zhao Feng's mouth rose slightly.

"The fifth shrine is about to take shape, but my remaining strength is not enough to shape the sixth shrine!"

Zhao Feng felt a little pity.

All his attention was focused on the altar, and he slowly filled the fifth altar.

But at this moment, in the space of his eyes, the speed of the mysterious ball reached an astonishing speed.

Inside, a ball of colorful and dreamy colors gradually spread out!

With that dreamy and blurry color overflowing from the ball of light, Zhao Feng's consciousness fell into a daze in a burst of pain.

The outside world, the Spiritual Race.

In the palace where Zhao Feng was, the huge five-color vortex, as well as the phantom of the fifth divine platform that was not fully condensed, suddenly dispersed! (To be continued.