Luck: With my centenary body, I suppress the heavens

Chapter 351 I Will Exterminate You Right Now

The cultivation techniques that Ning Feng bestowed upon them were all top-quality.

Plus the nourishment of aura.

Many masters have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The strongest is King Jin, who is now at the sixth-order immortal level.

"Ding, Mist Continent, Jin Palace, successful sign-in, rewarding a sliver of the power of creation."

When the heaven and the earth first opened, the rising of the clear air is the sky, and the sinking of the turbid air is the earth.

The rules of Shinto evolved, and the world began to improve.

However, no life was born.

It is rumored that a creation god who was born in the chaos created the first batch of creatures with a trace of primordial spirit of creation.

The rumors are true and false, and cannot be verified.

But now Ning Feng really got a trace of primordial creation spirit in his heart!

"I didn't expect that the system can even reward this legendary primordial spirit of creation."

"It really is omnipotent."

With Ning Feng's calm and composed temperament, he couldn't help becoming excited at this moment.

It is no exaggeration to say that with this trace of creativity, Ning Feng can create things according to his imagination!

Whether it is a monster or a human, he can create it.

Of course, this breath of creation can only create one person.

But even a sliver of it was shocking enough.

After finally calming himself down, Ning Feng put aside the matter of Primordial Creation Qi.

Now that his soul has descended on the Mist Continent, it is natural to show his miracles and gain more faith.

"Great God of Thunder, you have given new life to the Mist Continent."

"Your most faithful follower."

King Jin has already started offering sacrifices.

"Are you saying there really are gods?"

"Father respectfully sacrifices every year, what's the use?"

There are young princes whispering.

After all, the gods in their minds are all thoughts instilled by their father.

With Ning Feng's arrival, these thoughts were clearly transmitted to his mind.

Ning Feng smiled lightly.

You still have to believe that there really is a god in this world.

"Jin Wushuang, the great God of Thunder has heard your devout prayer."

"You, you did very well."

"I already understand what's on your mind."

"Cultivate hard, as long as the strength reaches the demigod level, I will lower the light of reception."

"As long as you have faith in your heart, you can be with me."

"I look forward to your entry into the Kingdom of God."

"As a reward, I give you a sword of loyalty."

Ning Feng, as a believer's god, naturally knew what was in his heart.

After seeing the real existence of God, Jin Wushuang naturally thought of becoming a god and living forever.

Ning Feng also needed strong followers.

This sword of loyalty is naturally a divine weapon.

However, Jin Wushuang's strength naturally exerted the power of an artifact.

But even as an ordinary magical weapon, it is enough for him to roam freely in the misty continent.

A ray of light streaked across the sky and landed under the statue.

A two-meter-long sharp sword sank into the hard stone slab.

The extremely sharp aura made it hard for those kneeling on the ground to bear.

"Thanks to the great God of Thunder for the gift."

Jin Wushuang buried his head deeper.

Ning Feng glanced at it with satisfaction, and this trace of will receded.

This day is destined to be the day when Misty Continent reveals miracles.

Some devout believers suddenly healed all their diseases because of their sincere prayers.

All kinds of miracles made the people of Mist Continent believe.

The God of Thunder really exists.

At the same time, Ning Feng's faith value also rose sharply.

After finishing all this, Ning Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Withdrawing a bit of his will, Ning Feng opened his eyes.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to take a look at that trace of primordial power of creation.

A mass of gas exuding a majestic purple aura kept flickering in his hands.

There is an astonishing amount of creative energy in this cloud of gas.

If this is spread, there will definitely be a lot of true gods, and the gods will be crazy about it.

"I don't know if this mass of primordial creation energy will revive the eight-winged holy angel?"

Ning Feng glanced at the statue of Angel Mountain.

He took another look at the primordial spirit of creation in his hand.

Falling into a light contemplation.

"It's just a ray of primordial energy, and I'm still struggling with it."

"With the system, such good things can't be obtained just by signing in."

After a while, Ning Feng smiled faintly.

Throw away the Primordial Creation Qi in your hand.

The Primordial Qi crossed a beautiful rainbow and fell into the statue.

Kakaka.

With the integration of primordial energy.

The statue that sealed the eight-winged holy angel's body broke directly.

His body was revealed.

This was also the first time Ning Feng saw his real body directly.

He is 20 meters tall.

Four pairs of holy wings spread out on the back.

The face covered by the mask still exudes a bewitching beauty.

At this moment, the primordial spirit of creation is constantly emitting light from his heart.

The sound of a powerful heartbeat spread throughout the entire Divine Realm.

At this moment, the holy light shines on the entire Angel Mountain.

"As expected of the power of primordial creation."

"Mythical creature, eight-winged holy angel, wake up."

Ning Feng couldn't hide the heat in his heart.

From now on, he will have another mythical creature!
After Ning Feng's words fell, the holy angel suddenly opened his eyes.

His strength increased steadily as his eyes opened.

Soon, his strength stayed at rank 5 demigod!
"Thank you for the great God of Thunder."

The eight-winged holy angel has lost faith since the time when his soul and Zhen Peng's myth merged.

At this moment, Ning Feng used the primordial Qi of Creation to revive him.

It directly made the faith between the two extremely strong.

Fanatics!
Since then, Ning Feng has had four mythical creatures!
"Has it finally arrived?"

Ning Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The power of plane travel has begun to weaken.

A gigantic plane appeared before his eyes.

At first glance, it gives people a powerful feeling.

This is the upper plane.

The rules are basically complete.

It's just that Ning Feng frowned just after arriving at this superior plane.

"It seems that I am not the only one."

"I didn't expect to meet old acquaintances here."

Ning Feng sighed.

It is said that the universe is vast and boundless.

Why can he meet enemies everywhere?

Just now, he felt a breath of the true god of hell.

At that time, Ning Feng intercepted his Huangquan, which made the True God of Hell recover early.

As for why the True God of Hell didn't come to take revenge, Ning Feng would not think that he was so open-minded that he could give up hatred.

It turned out that they hid here to subdue the race and increase their strength.

Similarly, when Ning Feng sensed the breath of the True God of Hell, the True God of Hell also sensed him.

"It turned out to be that damn brat."

"Huang Quan's account has not been settled with you yet, and now he dares to deliver it to your door."

"If there were no other people here, I would kill you now."

The true god of hell has gloomy eyes.

His eyes never left the race below.

There, people from all directions are stalemate.

One side is naturally his hell race.

The [-] number, except for the eighth-level legendary level, the rest are all ninth-level demigod-level.

However, these demigods are generally between 1st and 3rd ranks.

Having a priesthood is even rarer.

This is the essence of a true God.

If Ning Feng hadn't intercepted his Huangquan, the true hell god's strength would be far more than that.

Even so, there are still [-] races in his God's Domain on standby at any time.

(End of this chapter)