Chapter 1911 (1/2)
Kunlun Holy Land!
On the altar, Yang Feng gently held up the wine glass with both hands, and then knelt on his knees.
Plop!
A heavy kneeling sound clearly spread to everyone's ears. Although the sound was not very loud, it clearly spread to everyone's ears. Yang Feng's bright eyes were a little less sharp, but a little more sad and confused.
Once, before he had the chance to fight the emperor of heaven, he wanted to fight the emperor of heaven every day and every dream, but now, when he had the chance to fight the emperor of heaven in the first World War, he was a little afraid and a little afraid, because he had no bottom in his heart and was not fully sure that he could defeat the emperor of heaven.
But even so, even if there is only one tenth chance, he will not give up, let alone the emperor of heaven to deal with Dong Xuan.
Although Dong Xuan's strength is very strong, it must be difficult to defeat the emperor of heaven and Yan E. once Dong Xuan falls, he will lose his backer. Of course, Yang Feng can't control whether it will cause the three supervisors to take action and whether it will expand the situation.
Staring at the sky, Yang Feng's voice of the vicissitudes of life came: ”Minister Yang Feng, worship the sky.”
Yang Feng didn't think of himself as a minister when he offered sacrifices to the sky and the earth several times. He just reported his name, but now he is different. He is already a strong emperor and has become an emperor, so he can think of himself as a minister.
”Tell the sky that it has been a hundred thousand years since ancient times. The four emperors have fallen, thousands of experts have died miserably, the blood river of the soul river is still there, and the pain of the ancient curse depends on each other. The emperor of heaven still has insufficient ambition to destroy his four emperors. Today he openly launched a war in an attempt to destroy the great emperor Dongxuan in order to unify China and continue to harm thousands of people.”
Yang Feng's loud voice seems to spread rapidly to the very distant sky with the breeze.
In the strong wind, Zhang Wu, Feng Dong and others quietly listened to his voice and looked at his back, but in front of everyone, it seemed that pictures appeared. In the small glacier basin, the emperor of heaven destroyed the spirit emperor, a generation of powerful emperors and a great spirit emperor, fell in this way after 100000 years.
”The emperor of heaven is unkind, which is not the blessing of all living beings in China. If the great emperor Dongxuan falls, the emperor of heaven continues to arrive in China, which will become a nightmare for all living beings. Although Yang Feng is not talented, he is willing to stand up and fight the Emperor of heaven for the sake of the people of China. I swear today that I will fight the emperor of heaven and the sea of Wuwei, and do not want to dominate China in the future, But if I die, there will be others in the future. ”
And later!
And later!
Yang Feng's loud voice filled the void again and again.
”Long live! Long live, sect leader! ”
At the bottom, the loud voice of Zhang Wu and others spread around like thunder. Maybe they heard Yang Feng's words, or they were all full of pride at the moment, so they were in high spirits, as if they were not afraid even if they were dying.
”Minister Yang Feng, kowtow to the sky.”
On the altar, Yang Feng kowtowed respectfully, then poured the wine in the cup on the ground, and then he slowly stretched out his hand to carry the second glass of wine.
I don't know why. Zhang Wu, Feng Dong and others at the bottom of the altar feel that Yang Feng's speed of carrying the wine cup is very slow. The slow speed is like time and space always stays at this moment. The slow speed is like Yang Feng is an old old man with inconvenient movement.
”Yang Feng.”
Saint Laurent below is very distressed. At the moment, she wants to go to the altar in person and carry the glass of wine for Yang Feng in person, because she doesn't want Yang Feng to work so hard, and she doesn't want to see that Yang Feng's slow movement seems to carry thousands of kilograms.
In fact, those members of Purdue gate have the same feeling at the moment. They seem to feel that the door owner Yang Feng is old.
On the altar!
Yang Feng gently took up the second glass of wine, and then the loud voice came: ”minister, Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate, knelt down and worshipped the earth mother, to the three emperors. From ancient times to now, after five reincarnation times, there have been many imperial strong people. However, the sins of the Heavenly Emperor are countless, poisoning the world and harming all living beings. Throughout the ages, the crimes of the Heavenly Emperor have never been before and never come. I swear, Even if you die thousands of times, you have to fight to the death with the emperor of heaven in the waters of Wuwu sea. This war is either the death of the emperor of heaven or the death of the emperor of heaven. For all sentient beings, even if the body dies and cannot enter reincarnation, there is no regret in this life. ”
No regrets!
No regrets!
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Yang Feng's words echoed in the void again and again. Even if he died, he didn't regret it, because master taught him that a man should be an indomitable man, worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of life since he lived in the world.
”No regrets!”
”No regrets!”
Feng Dong and the strong men of Pudu gate also loudly call for no regrets. As long as they can fight side by side with Yang Feng and follow the sect leader, they are not afraid of dying. Even if they die, they have no regrets and no complaints.
Boom!
Boom!
The distant sound of Kui Niu war drum still surged like a tide. The sound of the war drum seemed to be integrated with the breath of the earth. On the altar, Yang Feng, who knelt down alone, always lowered his head slightly. He seemed to feel the spirit of the air of the earth.