The Peacock King of the Ming Dynasty was infected with a powerful curse, and this matter has spread throughout the realm of gods.

Nowadays, many powerful people are watching the joke. The joke is that the once great Jintang Dynasty will become a thing of the past forever in the near future.

Because of this matter, there are rumors that the brother of the Ming Dynasty Maurya King has also returned, which shows the seriousness of this matter.

Luo Feng was curious and asked King Kunpeng who was the brother of the Peacock King of the Ming Dynasty.

"This person is very interesting to talk about. In fact, in terms of talent, the younger brother of the Ming Dynasty Peacock King is even better."

"It's a pity that this person is born to be bohemian, and his pursuits are different from others. His mind is not on martial arts, but on drinking."

"A drunkard?" Luo Feng was a little surprised.

"Yes, this person is addicted to alcohol. He forgets everything when he drinks."

"When the old Maurya King was still alive, he often beat up his unsatisfactory second son, hoping that he could revive the hope of the Maurya Dynasty."

"On the contrary, the honest Peacock King of the Ming Dynasty was suppressed by this second son, and he has always been considered as a backup savings king."

"What a pity. The second Peacock King was naturally bold and unruly, and he left in anger after an argument with the old Peacock King."

"Yes, he does have the talent to reach the true god level, which is the most outstanding talent in the history of the Mauryan Dynasty," the woman in black dress also said, "If he practices seriously, not to mention ruling the entire realm of gods, at least his strength will definitely be

Above the current Ming Peacock King."

"So how strong is he now?" Luo Feng was curious.

"I don't know, but I think he is at least a first-line fighter at the level of the virtual god, and this person created his own Wu Dao Emperor Technique, which is very powerful. The Wu Dao Emperor Technique alone can be compared with the previous Demon Ancestor's hegemony of my demon clan.

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"It looks like he is indeed very strong," Luo Feng couldn't help but become curious about this person.

Luo Feng, who has reached this level, naturally knows how difficult it is to create his own imperial art.

Even Luo Feng is currently unable to do it.

While they were talking, the group of people had already arrived at the area near the Maurya Dynasty.

This place has become a land of ashes, without its former glory.

The scorched earth was filled with the stench of curses, and the Mauryan Dynasty's Grandmother River dried up, as if to herald the rise and fall of this huge ethnic group.

The cursed aura gathered on the Peacock Peak in the distance was even more intense, and the neighing of peacocks was heard continuously, which made people feel distressed.

Luo Feng and others were about to move forward, but several powerful auras blocked their way.

An old man with white hair at the head scolded, "Who is coming!"

Luo Feng took a step forward, neither humble nor arrogant, "I heard that the Peacock King of the Ming Dynasty was infected with the power of the curse and is now in danger. I can save him."

"Ignorant child, do you know the horror of the power of the curse? Don't try to flatter others here. Leave quickly, otherwise I will destroy you physically and mentally."

"You old man, are you confused? I told you I was here to save your master," Luo Feng frowned and cursed.

"What did you say!" The old man was furious when he heard this, and he was at war, "I am the Supreme Elder of the Maurya Dynasty. If you dare to speak rudely, look at me..."

"boom!"

Luo Feng burst out with his own aura, the golden light surged, the top of his head was golden and black, and the extreme aura directly suppressed everyone present.

The clamoring so-called Peacock King's Supreme Elder trembled, and he recognized Luo Feng at a glance as the great emperor of the human race that the Peacock King of the Ming Dynasty had promised to treat with courtesy.

"Lao Deng'er, what did you want to do just now?" Luo Feng looked at his well-jointed fingers and picked his ears skillfully, "Here, say it again."

"Ah this..." The old man with huafa took a step forward and bowed, "Just now, I was so blind that I didn't recognize the great emperor of the human race. Now the Maurya King is undergoing the torture of purgatory. It is related to the future of our Maurya Dynasty, so I am acting too cautiously. Please, please

Great Emperor of the human race, please bear with me, don’t be like me, please come this way!”

After saying this, the handsome old man made a respectful gesture of invitation.

"This old man's face changes so quickly," the woman in black skirt muttered.

Luo Feng stood in front of the huafa old man with his hands on his back and patted his shoulder seriously, "Yes, you can correct your mistakes after you know them. You are a talent."

The old man with white hair was sweating profusely. If he had really taken action just now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After all, although he is also a virtual god, compared with Luo Feng and other small giants who are comparable to the future in the realm of gods, he is really not worth mentioning.

He is very clear about the gap between virtual gods. Talent and bloodline determine everything. Some people are destined to trample a lot of people to death when they step into this realm.

Then the group of people appeared at the foot of Peacock Peak.

Xiao Ming's Peacock King looks tired. She has been guarding the foot of the mountain these days. Every time she hears her father's screams, she feels like a knife.

"Your Highness, please take a rest first. You are also infected with the power of the curse. Although you have been controlled, if you don't solve it properly, what will happen next..." A maidservant also cried with red eyes, feeling very distressed.

"No, my father is suffering. How dare I rest?" Xiaoming Peacock King wiped his eyes and prayed secretly, "Ancestors of Peacock Peak, please protect your father through the difficulties. If there is someone to bear this disaster,

, let me do it.”

"Your Highness, the Peacock King has been saved. The great emperor of the human race, Luo Feng, is here." The Chinese-haired old man came with Luo Feng, and everyone turned around.

"Luo Feng!" When Xiao Ming Peacock King saw Luo Feng, his beautiful eyes lit up, as if he had seen a savior, and he rushed forward.

"Luo Feng, please save my father. If you can save my father, I will agree to whatever you ask for. Didn't you ask for the peacock feather armor before? I can give it to you."

Seeing Xiaoming Peacock King, known as the number one goddess in the realm of gods, looking so pitiful, Luo Feng actually felt a little bit distressed and said seriously.

"I used to be a doctor, and doctors are benevolent. Naturally, I will not leave you alone. Don't worry, I will definitely take action."

Then Luo Feng's eyes fell on Xiao Ming's Peacock King's proud chest, and whispered in her ear, "You can really give me the peacock feather armor. You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Xiao Ming's Peacock King's eyes widened. She had beaten him to death, but she didn't expect that this man was not only mean but even meaner.

"Of course," Xiao Ming, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Peacock King's beautiful face, said, "In the evening...I'll give it to you."

"Okay, since you said that, let me see what's going on."

After saying this, Luo Feng's golden body opened, and he casually threw out the seven Bodhi seeds to clear the way, illuminating the Peacock Peak.

The golden light drove away a small part of the blood curse power, and Luo Feng swaggered directly in.

Seeing this, the Maurya clan members all widened their eyes. They did not dare to enter directly, but Luo Feng was not afraid at all.
Chapter completed!