"It is truly a great honor for Puji Palace to have the honor to host Mr. Zhao!"

The purple-robed woman smiled charmingly and immediately invited Zhao Feng into the Puji Hall.

Later, Zhao Feng was arranged in a palace full of spiritual energy and filled with the fragrance of flowers.

And Zhao Feng didn't bother to worry about anything else. The training along the way was indeed a bit boring, so he really just wandered around here leisurely and relaxed.

After resting for two days, Zhao Feng suddenly had an idea after thinking about the pupil technique.

"The Hunyuan divine power is extremely tolerant. If it can be fused with the thunder tribulation pupil flame, not only will the power be stronger, but it can also become an instant pupil technique, making it difficult to dodge!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng tried to fuse these two eye skills.

However, the power of the Hunyuan Divine Sword and the Thunder Tribulation Eye Flame are both relatively powerful. Perfect fusion cannot be solved in a day or two.

But just five days later, an extremely powerful ancient burning breath descended on Puji Hall.

Whizzing!

The purple-robed woman and the red-skinned man jumped out immediately.

"Meet the Ancient God Jinlun, Zhao Feng is in the Puji Hall!"

The two of them looked at the ancient god of the Golden Wheel with glazed gold patterns on his body and said respectfully.

"The Ancient God Jinlun has arrived in person, this boy will definitely die!"

The red-skinned man said flatteringly.

Ancient God Jinlun is the best among the eighth-level ancient gods, and he is of the bloodline of the Liejin clan. It is rumored that he once fought with an eighth-level peak ancient god for three days and finally killed him.

"Haha, Zhao Feng, get out of here!"

Ancient God Jinlun looked at the palace where Zhao Feng was, laughed loudly and gave a loud drink.

Ancient God Jinlun did not expect that he would be so lucky. The force he occupied was the closest to Puji Palace. After receiving the news, he rushed over as soon as possible.

Buzz!

The dark red hot sound wave surged away like a translucent tsunami.

If it were an ordinary eighth-level ancient god who was suddenly disturbed in his cultivation, his mind would be severely damaged, and he might even become possessed.

"Is this what they're doing?"

Zhao Feng opened his eyes with a cold expression.

Whoosh!

With a flash of figure, Zhao Feng appeared directly in the sky.

At this moment, the two ancient gods of Puji Palace stood on both sides of the Ancient God Jinlun, while all the powerful men in Puji Palace joined together to form a strange formation.

"Zhao Feng, it is indeed you, just accept your death!"

After Jinlun Ancient God saw Zhao Feng, he was extremely excited. Without saying a word, he waved his palm.

Huhhhhh!

I saw a golden golden wheel of blazing flames, carrying a huge wave of fire, turning into a golden-red stream of light and cutting directly towards Zhao Feng.

"So strong, is this the strength of the Liejin clan?"

The red-skinned man's face was shocked. If it had been him, he would have been killed instantly.

"The strength of the ancient god Jinlun has gone a step further. Even the eighth-level peak ancient god did not dare to neglect this attack!"

The woman in purple robe felt the powerful ancient aura of Jinlun Ancient God, and her heart could not help but tremble.

But the next moment, the two of them were stunned.

I saw that when the flaming golden wheel came in front of Zhao Feng, it suddenly became extremely slow and difficult to move.

The flame golden wheel was still rolling slowly, but it gave them the feeling that they would never be able to get close to Zhao Feng.

"With this little ability, you still want to take Zhao's head?"
Chapter completed!