Chapter 1601 (1/2)
Suzhou city!
On the tall city wall, a senior general hung his white underpants on the sabre, waved his sabre, shouted loudly and said, ”Lord Yang Feng, I surrender, I am willing to surrender.”
”I surrender.”
”We surrender.”
More and more people have followed suit. Some people without white pants directly put white clothes, or pull off a piece of white cloth, hang it on the saber and shout loudly.
On the city wall, thousands of white cloth strips float like paper money.
Whoosh!
In the void, Yang Feng flew through the air quickly, like an icy meteor, across this space-time.
He did not destroy the people who surrendered below, because in Yang Feng's eyes, these people were just mole ants.
A group of mole ants is not worth his shot.
Hoo Hoo!
When Yang Feng disappeared into the air of Suzhou City, thousands of soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground one by one, as if they had narrowly escaped death.
”I'm Yang Feng, the leader of the Pudu sect. I'm after Wu Zhetian. So far, no one dares to resist and there's no amnesty.”
There is no amnesty!
……
Yang Feng's voice is like the tide, which permeates the earth.
On the wall of Yezhou City, a senior general with a black machete heard Yang Feng's voice like thunder. He shouted and anxiously ordered, ”hurry...”
He stammered because he was nervous.
”Don't be nervous, sir. Please rest assured. We are ready to fight at any time. I have gathered 50000 people. I'll wait for your order and stop Yang Feng.” One of his men said respectfully.
Pop!
The general raised his hand, slapped his men fiercely, and said angrily, ”you bastard, who asked you to deal with Yang Feng, I told you to kneel down quickly. If he doesn't kneel, he will jump down from here and die. Don't bother me.”
At the command of the general, all the soldiers on the wall knelt down neatly.
No one is willing to resist, and no one dares to resist.
In the fourth world, Yang Feng chased Wu Zhetian all the way. In addition to the Tianlong block of Zhongzhou King City, the remaining armies of all States surrendered one after another.
Huzhou! Hung with white flags.
Yunzhou, white flag fluttering!
Yang Feng, who was unimpeded along the way, did not kill those who surrendered.
......
Zhonghai city!
A lonely figure quickly landed on a mountain. This person is Wu Zhetian, the executive head of the gate of life and death.
Once he gave an order, he could command millions of troops, and with one order, he could kill thousands of people, but now he is like a lost dog.
Hoo Hoo!
When the wind blew, Wu Zhetian stood on the top of the mountain, looked at the city and the boundless land, and his eyes showed a trace of murderous spirit.
On this vast and endless land, there is a mysterious atmosphere, a sacred atmosphere, enveloping the whole Zhonghai city.
Suddenly, flowers were in full bloom and dead trees were reborn.
Within a hundred miles of Zhonghai, all withered flowers bloom again in an instant, and all withered plants and trees are full of vitality in an instant.
It seems that spring suddenly comes and the earth returns to spring.
The mysterious breath moistens the earth.
”Good luck!”
Seeing this scene, Wu Zhetian's murderous spirit in his eyes was stronger. He didn't expect that there would be signs of spring in Yang Feng's Longxing land.
Although Wu Zhetian is not an expert in Xiaosheng realm, he has also heard that generally, he has the opportunity to promote Yuanshen experts in Xiaosheng realm. Although their respective Longxing places will quickly breed spiritual veins, there will never be a sign of great rejuvenation.
However, after Yang Feng was promoted to the 12th level of Yuanshen and had the opportunity to promote the realm of Xiaosheng, there would be a great rejuvenation and rebirth of flowers and plants within a hundred miles.
”This!”
Wu Zhetian was surprised, envious, jealous and resentful. Such a big movement proved that once Yang Feng became a strong man in the small holy land, his cultivation strength would far exceed that of the general strong man in the small holy land.
Little Holy Land!
From ancient times to modern times, in 100000 years, there will never be more than 100 small Saint masters. In 100000 years, there will be no more than 100. On average, it takes thousands of years to give birth to a saint strong. Even if he covers the sky and is the leader of the gate of life and death, he is not a small Saint strong.
”Yang Feng, I must find your spiritual place and destroy it. You have ruined my reputation. Therefore, I will never let you live here.”
Whoosh!
Wu Zhetian's body shape quickly disappeared into the mountains.
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In Zhonghai City, within a hundred miles, millions of ordinary people were surprised, because hundreds of flowers were in full bloom and withered plants and trees were reborn in an instant.