Chapter 1680 (1/2)

After killing Lei Zu, Yang Feng puts away his Xuanyuan sword. Next, he will go to the second world to rescue the spirit emperor, fight Heifeng again, and deal with the emperor of heaven.

But Yang Feng knows that neither Heifeng nor the emperor of heaven is so easy to deal with.

”Yang Feng.”

In the void, Saint Laurent and LAN blood dragon came flying and said, ”you finally killed the little saint and Lei Zu.”

”Yang Feng, we don't have much time. Leave here quickly and return to the second world to rescue the spirit emperor.” Saint Laurent said anxiously.

”OK, let's go now.”

Yang Feng did not want to delay time, nor did he dare to delay time, because the spirit emperor in the seal, like a remnant candle in the wind, would be extinguished at any time.

……

Ten thousand dragons in the abyss!

Jianxiong and those experts stood under the holy light and felt that the battle fluctuation in the space disappeared. A group of them were smiling and in a good mood.

”Everyone, Yang Feng has died in the war, because the candle nine Yin space has returned to calm.”

An expert smiled happily and was in a good mood. Although he had no deep hatred with Yang Feng, no hatred of killing his father or seizing his wife, he was unwilling and didn't want Yang Feng to monopolize the treasures in the mausoleum.

”Yes, Yang Feng will die, but he asked for it all.” Another expert is also gloating.

In fact, the mentality of these people is jealousy. They don't want people who have been inferior to them to finally stand on their heads.

This mentality is somewhat similar to some people. If they know that the poor guy in the past has made a fortune, they will certainly envy and envy, because the poor man once became a rich man and had more money than them, so they will be jealous.

But if a person who is already very rich, even if he makes a big account later, no one will envy, envy and hate, because the high rich handsome has always been rich and excellent. In fact, this mentality is very common and common.

”Ladies and gentlemen, the battle fluctuation in space has disappeared. The battle must be over. Yang Feng is estimated to be dead. Let's welcome the little saint and Lei Zu.” The majestic voice of Jianxiong came.

WOW!

In that space, waves of sound came, and someone came out.

After feeling the fluctuation of true Qi and knowing that someone came out of the space, Jianxiong said anxiously: ”everyone, welcome the sage and Lei Zu.”

”Yes.”

The loud voice of the people came neatly. Then they knelt down at the same time and said, ”welcome the saint and Lei Zu.”

All those who kneel down, all bow their heads and dare not raise their heads. Except Jianxiong, he still looks up into the air, because he knows Lei Zu, and as the elder of Shengjian palace, his status is higher than that of other experts here.

But the next moment, Jianxiong's face turned green, because it was not Si Zhongheng or Lei Zu, but Yang Feng, Saint Laurent and LAN Xuelong.

”What's going on and why?”

Jianxiong couldn't figure out why the sage and Lei Zu didn't come out of the tomb of candle nine Yin. There is only one possibility. The sage Si Zhongheng died and Lei Zu died, but Yang Feng shouldn't be so rebellious and so powerful. He can kill the sage and Lei Zu.

”Saint, Lei Zu, I have one thing to ask.”

A disciple of the holy sword palace knelt on the ground. Because he lowered his head, he didn't know that what appeared at the moment was not Si Zhongheng and Lei Zu, but Yang Feng.

”Sage, Lei Zu, please give us Yang Feng's body. We will cut him thousands of times.” The disciple of the holy sword Palace said respectfully.

Pooh!

The ambition of the sword is cold. Ma's, this boy is really looking for death. Does he want to kill himself.

The man still didn't look up and continued to respectfully say, ”Saint Lei Zu, Yang Feng has a deep hatred with my holy sword palace and with those scattered brothers. Please give his body to us. We must cut him thousands of knives to vent our hatred.”

Jianxiong's face is green. He really wants to jump up and slap the man to death.

Madder!

This man is really a pig. I don't know how to look up and talk, but I can't blame this man. After all, even his sword hero thinks Yang Feng will die.

In his anxiety, Jianxiong secretly pushed the man and motioned him not to talk indiscriminately, but the man misunderstood and changed his mouth: ”saint, Lei Zu, this is what our elder means. Our elder hates Yang Feng, so even if this man dies, we have to cut him thousands of knives to make our elder extinguish.”

Pop!

Jianxiong couldn't help it. Can you say this? In his anger, he slapped his men hard, beat them out and hit them heavily on the ground.

”Ah!”

With a scream, the man fell to the ground. He was a little confused and said, ”elder, why did you hit me? Isn't that what you mean? You just told the people that when the saint and Lei Zu came out, they asked them to hand over Yang Feng's body and cut it thousands of times. I didn't say anything wrong.”