"Back"

"Kong Feiling appears"

On the black platform, figures flashed one after another, and continued for several breaths before stopping.

Zhao Feng glanced around and found that about half of the Wan Sheng Sect's team had returned, a total of forty or fifty people.

The leader, "Kong Feiling", is dressed in a gorgeous dress, dazzling and powerful.

Zhao Feng discovered that Kong Feiling was much stronger than when she first entered the imaginary space, regardless of the true energy fluctuations or blood aura.

but.

Kong Feiling is still half a step away from becoming the king of the virtual god realm.

In addition, among the crowd, Fei Lao, Liu Tianfan, Huang Yunhu, and even Senior Brother Guang, who were relatively familiar to Zhao Feng, were all still present.

“Just come back”

King Lu Yun sighed lowly and looked at his disciples. His closed disciples and his registered disciple, Senior Brother Guang, were all still on the list.

"No one is promoted to king"

"Although there are a few disciples in the Danyuan realm who have advanced a lot, they are far behind Zhao Feng."

Several kings and elders present were communicating in low voices.

It is not difficult to see that the Wan Sheng Sect team is not doing well.

Most of the talented elites looked tired and embarrassed, and a few were even seriously injured and disabled.

For example, Mr. Fei had a broken leg and was wearing a cane.

Zhao Feng understands that not everyone can encounter opportunities; even if they do, they may not be able to grasp them.

The opportunities in Xieyang Mansion are great, but are there not many kings and quasi-kings who have died there?

For those who are weak, it may be a blessing not to encounter the Evil Yang Mansion.

"Zhao Feng..."

These returning genius kings all turned their attention to the purple-haired boy sitting cross-legged.

In comparison, Zhao Feng's progress is really too great.

The eyes of these people contain expressions of resentment, jealousy, awe, etc.

"Zhao Feng"

Mr. Fei leaned on a cane, gritted his teeth slightly, and said with a complicated expression: "If you had not left the team and could help you at the right time, we wouldn't be in such a miserable state in the fantasy space."

Zhao Feng fell into a brief silence.

Actually.

Fei Lao didn't mean to question and resent him, but just blamed, complained, and vented: Why didn't Zhao Feng help him at the right time?

In the dungeon.

The strength and methods shown by Zhao Feng are already astonishing. If he stays in the team, it will be a great help to the Ten Thousand Saints Sect.

When the Wan Sheng Sect conquered one or two ancient ruins, they always missed success by just a hair. Because of their failure, they suffered heavy losses.

"If Zhao Feng had not left the team, Senior Sister Yun and Junior Brother Chen might not have died."

"Zhao Feng, you broke away from the team for your own selfish desires and caused great harm to us."

The talented elites of the Wansheng Sect who returned asked questions in a bad tone.

Some people with angry expressions almost rushed forward and started fighting, but were stopped by some nearby sect members.

"Stop being quiet"

King Lu Yun and others quickly stopped him.

Zhao Feng's strength is terrifying. The seriously injured Elder Wu is an example. Even if the king is like this, if it were these talented elites, they would be killed if Zhao Feng sneezes.

"Zhao Feng, I don't hold any grudge against you. I can only blame our lack of strength and bad luck. But as a member of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect, you have not fulfilled your responsibilities.

Fei Lao smiled bitterly and leaned on crutches, showing his desolation.

As soon as this statement came out.

The surviving geniuses and elites of the Wansheng Sect had dark eyes and fell silent.

They can't completely blame Zhao Feng.

If they are strong enough, if they have one more Zhao Feng or one less Zhao Feng, how big will they be?

"If you don't care for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth. Junior Brother Zhao, I don't blame you, but I am a little disappointed in you..."

Liu Tianfan smiled slightly sarcastically.

His body was covered with scars, and one of his ears was half-gnawed off by an unknown monster.

There was a long silence.

Zhao Feng finally spoke: "Just think of me as the mediocre Zhao Feng."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be startled.

If the original "Zhao Feng" was still there, he might not even be qualified to enter the fantasy space.

The current purple-haired boy is completely different from the original Zhao Feng in terms of charm, temperament, and strength.

Zhao Feng didn't have much sense of belonging to the Ten Thousand Saints Sect.

His help to the Yunling Zhao clan also fulfilled some of the wishes of Zhao Feng, the owner of Yuanyuan.

"Moreover, my chance is through tracking down the 'World-Destroying Black Dragon,' and going through a life of nine deaths..."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and fell into brief memories.

In the magical space, the thrilling scenes seemed to be still unfolding before my eyes.

"Tracing the 'World-Destroying Black Dragon'?"

The talented elites who returned from the All Saints Sect were shocked and speechless.

Kong Feiling, Fei Lao, Liu Tianfan and others all turned pale and couldn't help but gasp.

This Zhao Feng is so courageous that he dares to track down the world-destroying black dragon.

"In that battle, Tianxuan Palace, Jiuyou Palace, Daqian Royal Family, Tianjian Pavilion, the family teams of the eight major aristocratic families... I don't know how many kings and quasi-kings fell in Xieyang Mansion."

Zhao Feng sighed lowly.

In Xieyang Mansion, there are too many fallen kings and quasi-king elites.

Familiar three-star sects, three-star pinnacles, and even four-star super powers appeared one after another from Zhao Feng's mouth.

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

Everyone can imagine how tragic that battle was.

Moreover, these rumors and deeds will definitely spread throughout the sect world and the top brass of the Daqian Dynasty in the near future.

"The genius elites who entered the Xieyang Mansion, the ones with the lowest strength are all at Kong Feiling's level. Mr. Fei, do you think I will lead Wan Zong's team into the abyss?

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered.

Fei Lao and others were shocked and speechless.

Even if they had a hundred courages, they wouldn't dare to pursue the world-destroying black dragon.

Those familiar three- and four-star forces are not even comparable to them.

Only when Zhao Feng is separated from the team can he soar to the sky and perform to his fullest.

What's more.

It turns out that Zhao Feng is dead, and Zhao Feng just took this opportunity to step onto the stage of the mainland.

"Huh, what you said can only be confirmed after a period of time and news from other sects."

A cold snort interrupted the silence on the field.

The speaker was none other than the severely injured Wu Elder.

Next to Elder Wu, the peak king "Elder Yin", his eyes repeatedly wandered in the crowd, his face was very ugly, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Elder Yin, what's wrong? Your closed disciple didn't come out of the fantasy space?"

King Lu Yun realized something was wrong.

Elder Yin's expression was very abnormal.

now.

No new figures appeared on the dark platform. As expected, those who did not appear must have died in the fantasy space.

"Junior Brother Wang...died from being killed by a mutant poisonous spider king."

Kong Feiling, Liu Tianfan and other disciples looked sad.
To be continued...