Chapter 1667 (1/2)
”The emperor of heaven will not perish, and heaven and earth will not be tranquil. The gods of the heavens will bless our Shenzhou and protect our summers.”
Yang Feng's loud voice, like the sound of a long ancient bell, spread from the cave to the mountains outside, and then spread to the yecha people through the mountains.
Yecha!
In the ancient cities, on the streets and towers, thousands of people knelt down one after another and made the sound of longing.
”Protect China and my people.”
”God, protect me, protect my people. My people have been cursed for a long time, endless years. Please protect the gods.”
”Pray for the protection of the gods.”
In this gray world, the yearning voices of countless people gathered into a river, surging towards the magic spirit mountain. 100000 years ago, their ancestors of yecha family followed the Qing emperor and the spirit emperor against the Heavenly Emperor, but failed twice.
From then on, the yecha family not only fell sharply, but also two wild ten gods fell, and were cursed.
Over the past 100000 years, the yecha people have suffered from the pain of curse. Over the past 100000 years, they have lived in this gray world and endured the torture of the dark abyss. Today, Yang Feng is finally going to bring them hope and light.
”God, bless China and protect my people.”
Thousands of yearning voices are gathering together.
......
And now!
In the second world, in the ancient mantra country, the wind filled the building and stood on the wall. He danced in white and exuded the breath of the strong. He slowly stretched out his hand and made the action of embracing the earth with both hands, as if he were enjoying the breeze and sensing the change of the world.
”King.”
An expert strode forward and saluted respectfully, ”you seem to be in a good mood today.”
After the death of the ancient curse king, Yang Feng made a comeback. Because of the ancient curse king, he let Feng manlou serve as the king of the ancient curse country.
”Shh!”
Feng manlou stretched out a finger and gently put it on his mouth to indicate that the man was quiet.
The man didn't dare to speak, but he was curious about why the king fengmanlou was so happy. It's unprecedented. Since the death of the ancient curse king, although fengmanlou became the king here, he didn't smile from beginning to end.
After looking at this man, Feng manlou whispered, ”listen to the wind.”
”The wind!”
The man listened carefully, but it wasn't just the wind.
”Listen again, the voice from the wind.” The wind filled the building and continued to whisper.
The man listened carefully, then looked very happy and said, ”king, king, I heard it. It seems that it's the voice of the yecha people in the underground world. That's their voice, that's their voice, ha ha.”
”Ha ha!”
Feng manlou smiled happily and said, ”yes, that's their voice, and it's also our voice. The curse of my ancient curse country comes from the continuation of the magic spirit holy pearl of yecha family. If I guess right, it must be the sect leader in yecha family, ready to lift the curse.”
”Ha ha, king, that's good news.”
The men laughed excitedly. The curse of their ancient curse country was tens of millions of years later than that of the yecha family, and it was not as powerful as that of the yecha family. Because the curse of the yecha family would halve the longevity of each generation, but they cursed thousands of people in the ancient curse country, but everyone would have defects.
”God bless China, God bless our ancient curse country.”
Boom!
Suddenly, the wind filled the building and stood on the wall, shouting and roaring.
His voice was loud and sudden, so the man was startled and hurried back.
”God bless China, God bless our ancient curse country.”
Feng manlou shouted loudly and waved his hands. At the moment, he didn't have the demeanor of a king or a master.
After the man was startled, he immediately waved his hands and shouted, ”God bless China, God bless my ancient curse country.”
God bless China, God bless our ancient curse country.
......
Then, thousands of voices appeared at the same time in the whole ancient mantra country. These cries, like a flood, spread across the world and filled the sky. I don't know how many years, I don't know how many years, there was no such excited voice in the ancient mantra country.
This is the voice they long for, the voice that countless generations have long longed for.
......
In the first world, on the Kunlun Mountain, in the luxuriant grass, the God Ni of the South China Sea stands in front of a tomb.
WOW!
The cold wind blew, and the vegetation in front of the tomb swayed one after another. The lonely tomb was engraved with lines of words on the white stone tablet.
”The late Qing emperor disciple, the tomb of Wutong leaf...”