Chapter 1499

Yellow Emperor void!

Outside Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding, Yang Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly. Under the two artifacts, the power of Mount Tai spread like vast water.

Under such a powerful pressure, they need to walk 50000 steps to reach their destination, but the lunar God, the most front of the temple, can only move forward 40 steps, not to mention themselves.

Buzzing, buzzing!

Xuanyuan sword and Shennong tripod emit a "buzzing" sound. The two artifacts resonate. I just don't know why the two artifacts appear together. It should be noted that Xuanyuan sword is an artifact of the Yellow Emperor, and Shennong Ding is an artifact of the Yan Emperor.

This may be another ancient secret!

Ahead, the Yin and Yang sect's Taiyin venerable master looked at Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding with cold and deep eyes. She was unwilling. She thought she was determined to win this trip, but unexpectedly, her accomplishments were under great pressure in this space.

Dongqing sword saint is also unwilling. He is a sword saint in the second world. If he gets Xuanyuan sword, with his understanding of kendo, he is likely to become a sword God and reach the quasi imperial level in the future, but he is deeply helpless in his current situation.

As for Dongqing sword saint, even if he gets Xuanyuan sword and becomes a sword God, he can only reach the quasi imperial level. That's because there are only five imperial level masters throughout the ages.

Moreover, to become an emperor level master, you need not only cultivation and perception, but also merit and an imperial heart. Whether it is the Qing emperor, the Yellow Emperor or the Yan Emperor, these people have opened up a kingdom and are the ancestors of mankind, leading the rise and development of the earliest mankind.

Because they have great merit and have the heart of an emperor, they become an emperor.

In modern times, it is almost impossible to have great merit. If you only use cultivation to realize and promote, when you reach the peak, it is only the quasi imperial level at most.

"Taiyin Venerable Master, I didn't expect that your first world yin-yang sect would also touch the Xuanyuan sword and Shennong tripod." Dongqing Jiansheng said at this time.

The Taiyin Venerable Master turned back and his cold eyes swept over the Dongqing sword saint. Then he looked at the Xiangfeng building. His eyes finally fell on Yang Feng.

After feeling Yang Feng's weakness, she frowned slightly and asked, "who are you?"

Although Yang Feng is the quintessence of the yuan God, compared with the Taiyin Lord and the Dongqing sword saint, the realm is still too low, even not as good as the wind filled the building.

The condescending and contemptuous eyes of the other party made Yang Feng very unhappy.

"Who are you?" Yang Feng asked with his hands on his back.

"Bold, can you ask me about my name?" The head of the Taiyin is cold, not angry.

"Ha ha!"

Feng manlou smiled and said, "I suggest that those who are not famous leave by themselves. I am Feng manlou. I came to the tomb of the Yellow Emperor this time just to find Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding for the ancient curse king."

"I'm the East Green Sword saint. I just want to get Xuanyuan sword and achieve the respect of sword God." Dongqing Jiansheng said proudly.

Although Yang Feng is famous in the fourth world, Dingjun city and Tianyuan County in the third world, people here have only heard his name, but haven't seen him himself.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

In the void, people's shadows turned into streamers and galloped rapidly. These people were very fast. They just landed involuntarily when they were thousands of meters close to Yang Feng and others. Under such powerful pressure, even strong people of the level of Taiyin Lord could not fly freely.

This group of experts, estimated to be hundreds of people, landed densely on the ground.

"My God, Xuanyuan sword."

"Shennong Ding!"

"I saw Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding."

Countless experts shouted and called with great passion. It was an opportunity and a great opportunity for them to see Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding in this life.

"Ha ha!"

An expert smiled excitedly, then rushed forward quickly and said with great joy: "treasure, treasure, mine, mine."

Step, step!

A group of strong people rushed past like a tide of animals, but when they just walked out of 100 meters and were 900 meters away from Yang Feng and others, they suddenly felt a lot of pressure, like Mount Tai pressing the top, and could no longer move forward.

They can't even enter the real intimidating area. They also want to get Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding.

"Why is this pressure so powerful? We can't even enter the core area of the pressure. What else can we talk about getting Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding?" An expert said dejectedly.

"Why, why..."

Another master knelt on his knees, holding his head with both hands and looking decadent.

Many experts are depressed, desperate and painful.

.....

For the arrival of these hundreds of strong men, the Taiyin Lord and the Dongqing sword Saint turned a blind eye, because these mole ants could not get Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding.

Whoosh!

Another group of experts came at a gallop. Each of these experts wore black robes, which rolled in the void. They were very natural and unrestrained. However, these black robed people also landed from the air when they were thousands of kilometers away from Yang Feng and others. With their cultivation, they were not even qualified to be close to Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding.

"Mr. Feng manlou, I'm a little late for Pharaoh Wushang. Please forgive me." In the crowd, came the voice of the witch war Pharaoh.

Originally, with his cultivation, he should be able to get closer, but Pharaoh Wushang was a spell signer. His strength mainly came from spell signer, so he couldn't get closer with cultivation.

Feng manlou just turned around at will and looked at the witch war Pharaoh and others in the distance. Then he didn't say a word, because the appearance of Dongqing sword saint and two peerless experts of Taiyin Lord made him under great pressure.

Hundreds of experts outside looked at Yang Feng with envy.

The four masters are closer to the two artifacts. They get the moon first. It is estimated that the two artifacts will fall into the hands of four people.

In many high hands, Pharaoh Wushang saw the four masters in front and was familiar with one figure, so he looked carefully. Isn't that Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate.

Why is he here!

After discovering Yang Feng, Wu Shang FA laolang said, "Mr. Feng manlou, the young man is Yang Feng, the leader of the Purdue gate. He killed master Xuanzhong and the generals under the leader of Xuanshui city in our ancient curse country."

"Yang Feng?!"

In the gloomy eyes of the wind filled building, there was a trace of killing intention, but the killing intention was fleeting.

Although Yang Feng killed many people in the ancient mantra country, it had nothing to do with him. The dead were not related to him, and there was no deep blood feud. Besides, there were Dongqing sword saint and Taiyin Lord here. Therefore, he focused on the two artifacts and didn't want to create new problems.

"Are you Yang Feng?"

In the sharp eyes of Dongqing sword saint, a murderous spirit burst out. He had already received a summons. His three disciples, Jian Feng, died in Yang Feng's hands.

After learning the news, Dongqing Jiansheng was furious. He left Dongqing sword field and came to the third world. He wanted to kill Yang Feng, but his Xuanyuan sword was important, so he entered the tomb of the Yellow Emperor and planned to kill Yang Feng after the artifact arrived, but he didn't expect to meet here.

Yang Feng turned a deaf ear to Dongqing Jiansheng's inquiry, as if he hadn't heard it. His eyes always focused on the Shennong Ding and Xuanyuan sword in front of him.

"Are you Yang Feng?"

Boom!

Dongqing sword saint's Qi soared, and a hurricane like sword appeared on his head.

Yang Feng still didn't answer. He stood proudly and looked ahead. His deep eyes seemed to see through ancient and modern times, as if he saw the battle between the Yellow Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor 100000 years ago.

That war was dark!

That war, the past and the present!

That war, spread to 100000 years later, the Yellow Emperor is no longer there, but the Xuanyuan sword depends on it.

The Xuanyuan sword, which is majestic and exudes the spirit of the emperor, seems to be waiting for the arrival of the predestined one. Then he holds the Xuanyuan sword and fights the emperor again.

Fight the Heavenly Emperor again, destroy the Heavenly Emperor, reorganize heaven and earth, and complete the great wish of the Yellow Emperor in his life.

WOW!

Yang Feng opened his steps and continued to move forward. When he raised his steps, ripples in the space swam rapidly.

Boom!

A powerful pressure came down again. After taking the eighth step with Yang Feng's cultivation, he felt a dull in his chest and could no longer move forward. Under that powerful pressure, he was like a mole ant. It seemed that if he went further, he would be crushed into meat cakes.

"I'm the leader of the Purdue sect. I made an oath that I want to Purdue all living beings in this life and save all living beings from fire and water."

"I'm the leader of Pudu gate. I'm used to seeing too many lives and deaths, but I'm not numb. I killed Loulan, fought fist outline, killed Zuyuan, built Pudu gate, shouldered thousands of wishes and rose step by step in order to realize the grand wish." Yang Feng's loud voice came.

These things about him are no longer secrets, so it doesn't hurt to say them.

In his eyes, Yang Feng thought of the Qing emperor's last battlefield.

He thought of the scenes on Zhenlong island. He thought of the war of King City and the war of national games against gambling.

Many past events emerged one by one.

If you can't even take a few steps, what qualifications do you have to save all the people in the world, and what qualifications do you have to fulfill the great wish of the Qing emperor and inherit the great wish of your late father.

The brave have no fear!

The king is invincible!

Step, step!

Word by word, Yang Feng endured the depression in his chest and strong pressure, and moved forward a few steps again. This time, he took four steps, a total of 12 steps.

Dongqing sword saint was murderous and asked angrily, "boy, the sword Saint asked you, are you Yang Feng?"

Cut!

The Taiyin Venerable Master despised it and said coldly, "Dongqing sword saint, are you old and hard to use your ears? Didn't you hear what Pharaoh Wushang said just now? He is the leader of Purdue gate. In that case, he is not Yang Feng and who is he? Why do you ask more."

"Ha ha!"

Feng manlou smiled and said, "Dongqing sword saint, Yang Feng killed your disciple and sealed his throat. Today he despised you and treated you as air. Who can't bear it? If my fengmanlou disciple was killed and ignored by others, I would have killed Yang Feng."

Both the Taiyin Venerable Master and the Fengman building hope that the Dongqing sword saint will kill Yang Feng.

Put aside hatred for the time being, just because Yang Feng can come here, they have the potential to compete for the two artifacts. They also want to kill them.

But neither of them wanted to do it, because in this space, under the suppression of these two artifacts, their cultivation realm was affected, and their real Qi was consumed every minute. They wanted to preserve their strength and do it at the critical time.

They don't want to waste even a trace of true Qi before the critical time.

"Ha ha!"

The Taiyin Lord smiled proudly and said sarcastically, "I didn't expect the upright Dongqing sword saint to be so cowardly when he saw the enemy."

"If it gets out, it will become the laughing stock of people all over the world." The wind all over the building is also fanning the flames.

Dongqing Jiansheng blushed with anger. He didn't want to do it at first. He didn't want to waste his real Qi. He did it again when he robbed the artifact, but he can't do it now.

"Yang Feng, is my disciple's sword sealing throat dead by your hand?" Dongqing sword Saint asked angrily.

Yang Feng looked ahead with a proud face and said impatiently, "so what, so what?"

"So, you really killed my disciple's sword?" Dongqing Jiansheng asked domineering.

"It's just mole ants. If you kill them, you'll kill them. It's no big deal." Yang Feng said faintly.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Dongqing sword Saint gnashed his teeth and his sword soared. He said word by word: "Yang Feng, you are only the leader of Pudu sect and a small sect in Pianan corner. You dare to be the enemy of our Dongqing sword saint. If you don't kill you today, what will people look at me? I will sacrifice my disciple's sword to seal my throat with your blood."