Chapter 1589 (1/2)
At the top of the mountain, there was a strong murderous spirit. Countless experts looked at Yang Feng and admired Yang Feng very much.
No one dares to shake the power of the gate of life and death. Even if it is Tianshi mansion, yin and Yang Taoism, these top-level sects dare not be enemies with the gate of life and death, but Yang Feng not only dares to be enemies with Wu zhaitian, but also dares to order him to kneel down. Such a spirit is far superior to those top-level sects.
Click!
Click!
Wu Zhetian held the sky opening axe tightly, and his veins burst.
In front of so many heroes in the world, Yang Feng let him kneel down. It was a great humiliation. He absolutely couldn't agree.
Because once he kneels down, it means that all the people of the gate of life and death kneel down to the Purdue gate. Even if he finally killed Yang Feng, the emperor of heaven will not let him go, because the powerful emperor of heaven will never allow him to lose face to the gate of life and death.
”Wu Zhetian, my patience is limited. If you want to save your son, kneel down and kowtow to me.” Yang Feng ordered.
Wutong leaves, and qingluan, the dead Ya Ling, and Luo Jin, etc., is the cold standing behind Yang Feng, ready to make preparations at any time.
”Ha ha!”
Suddenly, Wu Zhetian laughed wildly, holding the sky axe, walked step by step.
Step, step!
His heavy footsteps seemed to shake the Kunlun Mountains.
”Yang Feng, I'm Wu Zhetian, the executor of the gate of life and death. How can I kneel to you? I'm Wu Zhetian. I'm an indomitable man. I'm the overlord of the world. How can I kneel to you.”
With each step, Wu Zhetian's momentum will increase by one point in vain.
Under the pressure of that rolling momentum, people admire him very much. He is worthy of being the leader of the gate of life and death. He is so domineering.
In fact, Yang Feng knows that Wu Zhetian can't kneel down. Even if he loves his son again, he can't kneel down in front of experts of major sects.
Because this is not only related to Wu Zhetian's personal glory, but also related to the reputation of the gate of life and death. If Wu Zhetian kneels down naively, his life will be ruined.
The emperor of heaven can't let him go.
Block!
A clear voice came. The sky opening axe in Wu Zhetian's hand was deeply inserted into the ground.
”Father, you can't ignore me.”
Wu Sheng was very desperate. His father didn't save him for face.
”Yang Feng, in addition to this, what else do you want? As long as I can promise, I will try my best, but you have to put it on my son.” Wu Zhetian angrily said.
”OK, I want a holy treasure.” Yang Feng suggested.
”No problem, I can satisfy you, but you have to put it on my son first.”
Wu Zhetian was overjoyed. Although Holy Level treasures are very expensive, they are only relative to others.
As the head of the gate of life and death, he can take out several such treasures at any time.
”Yes, I'll let your son go now.” Yang Feng smiled.
”As long as you let my son go, I'll give you the treasure right away.”
Wu Shitian sees hope. If he can really save his son Wu Shengsheng, let alone such a treasure, even two or three can be.
Whoosh!
Yang Feng waved his hand and threw the martial Saint over.
”Ha ha.”
Wu sage was overjoyed and said excitedly, ”Yang Feng, I knew you didn't dare to kill me. Sure enough, you still let me go.”
Wu Zhetian was also happy, showing a smile. After saving his son, he killed Yang Feng.
Boom!
At the same time, a big golden hand appeared from the air, and the wusheng man was like an ant under the big golden hand.
Click!
That big golden hand directly crushed the martial saint to death.
”Ah!”
The martial Saint screamed and cried, ”father, save...”
In the bleak call, Wu Shengsheng finally died. He didn't expect that Yang Feng really dared to kill himself.
Quiet!
This space seems to be solidified, and everything is silent.
Bursts of cold wind blew, and Wu Zhetian trembled, as if invaded by a cold air flow.
He was very disappointed and desperate. He watched his son fall from the air and watched the wusheng man die in front of him. He was very angry.
”Father.”
”Father.”
The call of Wu Sheng before he died seemed to echo in his ears again and again.
Dang!
The black axe of Wu Shengren fell to the ground and hit a spark. The black axe was made by Wu Zhetian for his son.
Although its power is far less than that of Kaitian axe, it is also equivalent to a holy treasure.
”This...”
Countless experts were slightly surprised and looked at Yang Feng in surprise. They didn't expect that Yang Feng finally killed the martial saint.
Hoo Hoo!
When the cold wind blew, Wu Zhetian suddenly roared.
”Yang Feng, you killed my son.”
You killed my son!
Kill my son!
……
Wu Zhetian's angry roar echoed again and again between heaven and earth, and the rolling clouds above were scattered again and again.