Chapter 1693 (1/2)
Above Kunlun!
At the peak of Qingfeng, the lonely Tomb of Wutong leaves, as if she had witnessed the vicissitudes of the past one hundred thousand years, had lived for one hundred thousand years, so she was very tired, and she would never wake up after sleeping under the loess.
However, life is short, but a hundred years, but she has lived for 100000 years, which is great.
Hoo Hoo!
When the strong wind blows, the mountains of Kunlun seem to be falling with dense snowflakes.
Under the snowflakes, Yang Feng gently held the dragon oil lamp. The dark dragon oil lamp was like an ancient lamp without lamp oil, cold and strange.
Gently holding the dragon oil lamp, Yang Feng remembered the scene on Zhenlong island. In the strong wind, he recalled that night, the last moment before his father died.
That is how angry, that is how soul stirring ah.
Not far behind, Saint Laurent and others quietly looked at Yang Feng and the dragon oil lamp in his hand.
Somehow, they suddenly had an illusion, as if Yang Feng was an old man in the wind. Like a candle in the wind, they would die at any time.
The feeling of ancient vicissitudes surged into their hearts one by one. They knew that Yang Feng was tired.
I'm really tired!
This road is too far and too long. Today, looking at the loss of close relatives around him, Yang Feng doesn't know how much pain and pressure he bears, so he is really tired.
But he can't give up. He has died so many people and lost so many brothers. He has to shoulder this day and the hope of everyone.
Hoo Hoo!
The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!
In the upper air of Kunlun, the clouds seemed to be covered with dark clouds. As night fell, the sky really changed.
Yang Feng's hand holding the Dragon Oil Lamp trembled gently in the wind, like holding a Mount Tai, too heavy, too heavy.
”Qingdi, Yandi, Huangdi, Lingdi, I will live up to your expectations.” Yang Feng's trembling voice came.
”Father, mother, Su Zhenzhen, ancient curse king, purple mirror Princess and elder martial sister, I will have the last earth shaking war with the gate of life and death. World War I will determine heaven and earth, life and death. I will finally light the dragon oil lamp.”
Boom!
Suddenly, Yang Feng's breath changed, and a strong air flow burst out of his body like a surging river.
At the moment, he no longer had the old feeling just now, and his whole body was full of war.
Whoosh!
Boom!
Yang Feng was so angry that he rioted, then threw the black dragon oil lamp into the sky, and then shouted.
”The emperor of heaven never dies, and the dragon oil lamp will never dry up.”
His cry of this, through the sea of clouds, spread all over China.
”Yang Feng, the leader of the Purdue gate, kowtowed to the heaven, the mainland of China, and the Heavenly Emperor ruled for 100000 years. The three emperors fell, and the life and death of the spiritual emperor were unknown. Today, all living beings are still in deep water, and all living creatures are still eager to be rescued. I Yang Feng is not talented. I am willing to shoulder this important task and fight to the death with the gate of life and death. If I die, I hope there will be others, even if I am unfortunate, The belief of the emperor of heaven remains forever... ”
Yang Feng's voice is a little bleak, old and vicissitudes.
Once, he thought that as long as he killed the gate of life and death, he could overthrow the emperor of heaven, but now he knows that even if he killed the gate of life and death, it still has no impact on the emperor of heaven.
”Yang Feng, the leader of the Purdue gate, worships the earth mother. The gate of life and death controls life and death, poisons the world and harms all living beings. Heaven is angry and resentful. The emperor of heaven regards all living creatures as mole ants, and hundreds of millions of living creatures have been burned. I swear to destroy the gate of life and death. If I fail, I am willing to pave the way for later people with my body and bones, although I die without regret.”
Die without regret!
Yang Feng's trembling and old voice echoed again and again on the mountain and in the gray sky.
Not far away, Saint Laurent and others seemed to feel Yang Feng's determination to die, but they knew that Yang Feng had no choice.
Now is a good time. Emperor Ling fought with emperor Tian, so this is Yang Feng's best chance. He must seize this opportunity and destroy the door of life and death, otherwise there will be no chance in the future.
”Yang Feng, the leader of the Purdue gate, worshipped the dead under the loess. The spirit emperor has been sealed and competed with the emperor of heaven for the second time. I took the opportunity to rise and swear to destroy the gate of life and death, pray for heaven, mother earth and hundreds of millions of creatures under the loess, bless me, Purdue gate, Zhuxia and spirit emperor.”
Yang Feng's old voice called again and again on the Kunlun Mountains.
That's his desire, that's his heart, and that's the heart of all living beings.
In the voice of desire, in his consciousness, once scenes, battles they have experienced over the years continue to emerge.
The war of King City, the war of Dingjun City, the war of soul River, and two wars of Kunlun, etc.
The fallen relatives also constantly emerge in Yang Feng's mind.
Boom!
In his body, another violent Qi burst out, and a strong sense of war surged from his body.
”The emperor of heaven never dies, and the dragon oil lamp will never dry up.”
Whoosh!
Yang Feng's powerful idea rushed into the dragon oil lamp in the sky, and then the dead dragon oil lamp suddenly lit up a flame.
This is a faint blue flame. Although the flame is small, it seems to illuminate the heaven and earth and the sky.
Even if the wind blows, even if the wind rises, the faint blue flame in the sky will never go out.
Yang Feng knelt down under the dragon oil lamp, and a loud voice came: ”I'm Yang Feng, the son of Yang Jiuding and the leader of Pudu gate. As the descendant of Youming mansion and the leader of Pudu gate, I tell Heaven and earth that I will fight to the death with the gate of life and death. I summon the old people of Youming mansion and the strong ones of Pudu gate. I need your help and your full support, I need your support, I Yang Feng need you... ”
I need you!
Yang Feng's voice seemed to echo, constantly echoing between heaven and earth.
”The emperor of heaven will never die, and the dragon oil lamp will never dry up!”