Chapter 1721 (1/2)
Nine days!
In the empty air, Yang Feng, holding Xuanyuan sword, came forward step by step. Every step he took, his momentum was strong.
”The blood of the soul river is still rolling. For the sake of all sentient beings in the world, even if the emperor of heaven is strong, I dare to fight.” In the void, Yang Feng said coldly.
Although the spirit emperor has stepped out of the seal and the curse has been lifted, the soul river is still there. The endless blood in the soul river is still there today.
”The curse of the ancient curse country and the yecha family has not been completely lifted so far. Why don't I dare to resist the emperor of heaven.”
Yang Feng's cold voice still came slowly. Although the curse had been lifted, the impact of the curse could not be lifted until at least a hundred years later and two or three generations later. Yang Feng's killing intention was stronger when he thought of those who suffered from the curse.
”Ha ha!”
Murong Tian despised it and said with a smile, ”Yang Feng, you are really ignorant. All the people in the world are just mole ants. Their life and death are not important. On the contrary, if their death is useful to the emperor of heaven, it is their glory.”
”Murong heaven, it's useless to say more. Today, let's divide the victory and defeat in the first war and decide life and death in the first war.”
World War I is divided!
World War I determines life and death!
Yang Feng's words echoed in the world again and again.
”Saints, it's not appropriate for us to start a war now. Although the number of strong men on both sides is similar, there are two saints and two quasi saints over Yang Feng, so once the war breaks out, it will be extremely unfavorable to us.” Said the high priest anxiously.
”Yes!”
Murong Tian nodded seriously. He was also aware of this, but it would take at least an hour for the three saints sent by liudao palace to arrive.
Yang Feng broke the array too fast. They thought it would take two days, but Yang Feng only took an hour.
”Saints, why don't we delay until the three saints arrive, and then kill Yang Feng.” The high priest continued.
Murong's God is gloomy. It's really good to delay and wait for the three saints, but the question is, will Yang Feng give them time.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
When Murong Tian was in trouble, three powerful breath came from the void. Then, a loud voice said, ”six palaces, three saints.”
On that day, three men in golden robes appeared on the dome. They were full of powerful holy Qi. Not only that, one of the saints also held a yellow scroll in his hand. Outside the Yellow scroll, a golden dragon was painted.
This yellow scroll is a bit like the imperial edict.
”See the saint!”
”See the saint!”
......
In the void, more than 100000 experts of the life and Death Gate bowed and saluted neatly. Murong Tian just smiled at the three people, but with the arrival of the three saints, he was full of confidence. Because there were three more powerful saints, Yang Feng and others would die.
”Admire the sage. The palace master has a golden light sacred order and ordered us to help you defend the reputation of the sanitary dead door together.” The sage holding the Yellow scroll looked majestic.
”Yes!”
Murong Tian bowed slightly, nodded and said, ”even if I die, I will defend the dignity of health and death.”
The reason why Murong Tian is so respectful and salutes is not that the saint is stronger than him, but because the other party holds an ancient scroll in his hand.
”OK, I'll help you later.” The saint nodded.
”Ha ha!”
Murong Tian was overjoyed. He looked at Yang Feng and said, ”boy, the three saints of liudao palace have arrived. With the participation of these three saints, today is the death date of your Purdue gate. After today, there will be no Yang Feng in the world and no Purdue gate in China.”
For the arrival of these three little saints, Yang Feng also looks dignified, because the other party has three more saints, which will bring great trouble to Purdue gate, but even so, he will not retreat. Even if he dies thousands of times, he will not retreat, and there is only one chance.
The sage holding the Yellow scroll looked at Yang Feng with a powerful and domineering look, and then came a loud voice: ”Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate, knelt down to take the decree.”
”What are you talking about?” Yang Feng asked.
The saint still held the Yellow scroll and said solemnly, ”Yang Feng, I have the divine decree of the golden light of the six palaces. Please kneel down immediately to receive the decree.”
The golden light is sacred!
The name is very familiar. Yang Feng remembered that this is a great God in ancient times. He was the fist weather at the beginning and the king of golden light, one of the five generals. Both of them have practiced the golden light divine formula, especially the king of golden light, which is said to be the descendant of golden light divine.
Unexpectedly, the golden light is still sacred, but there are countless future generations of people who have lived for 100000 years.
”Yang Feng, I have a sacred decree of golden light. Please kneel down quickly, or you will be rebellious and kill the nine families.” The saint said angrily.
”Ha ha!”
Yang Feng laughed, and behind him, the experts of Pudu gate laughed one after another, because they thought it was ridiculous. This was the biggest joke they had ever heard. Jin Guangsheng even made a decree and asked Yang Feng to kneel. How is this possible? Even the emperor of heaven can't let Yang Feng kneel.
”Yang Feng, kneel down quickly and take the decree.” The saint continued his dignified way.
”Since there is a decree, let yourself read it.”
Boom!
Yang Feng's true Qi soared, and took the object in the air. His powerful true Qi absorbed the Dharma decree in the saint's hand.
”Yang Feng, you...”
The saint was caught off guard. He didn't expect that the decree in his hand was unexpectedly taken away by Yang Feng. After a roar, he became angry and said, ”you are disrespectful to the sanctity of the golden light. You will be destroyed by the nine families. The golden light is sacred. He is the master of my six Taoist palaces. He has the power of reincarnation and has strong magic.”
Yang Feng ignored the sage's warning. He opened the Yellow scroll and read the imperial edict.
”I am the golden light sacred, the ancient golden light great God, the Lord of the six Taoist palaces, and the Lord of the world. I ordered you to retreat by the order of the Allah of the six Taoist palaces. Yang Feng thanked you with death. The rest will not be investigated. Otherwise, you will be destroyed by the divine power caused by the heavenly soldiers and will never enter the reincarnation...”
”Ha ha ha!”
When Yang Feng finished reading, the more than 100000 masters behind him made laughing voices one after another.