Chapter 1514

Once, in the village where Yang Feng lived, everyone was cursed and born disabled.

In addition to the curse, the souls and vitality of those people are far inferior to normal people, and the people who cause all these consequences are the ancient curse king and the witch war Pharaoh.

The villagers of sunset village and some ordinary people in other villages live a non-human life because their vitality is stripped by others.

Yang Feng has seen the pain of those people since he was a child, the desperate eyes, the pale faces, and the people who yearn for health.

This scene kept emerging in Yang Feng's mind.

In particular, the beautiful and lovely little girl, Xiao Qi, has been fresh in Yang Feng's memory for so many years.

Never forget, also dare not forget.

Once, Yang Feng vowed that one day in the future, he would make these culprits pay ten times and a hundred times the price.

The hatred of revenge begins with the witch war Pharaoh.

Sister-in-law Baiyue, Feng Dong, Su Huanzhen and others just looked at all this indifferently.

"Yang Feng, as long as you let me go, I am willing to take refuge in you, be your servant and be loyal to you."

Pharaoh Wushang kept begging for mercy because he was also greedy for life and afraid of death. He didn't want to die.

"You're such a rubbish. You're not qualified to be my man." Yang Feng said coldly.

"Yang Feng, you can't do this to me. I'm the witch war Pharaoh. I'm the witch war Pharaoh."

In the cry of pain, the body of Pharaoh Wushang dried up quickly and became a dried corpse, just like a corpse in the desert.

He who was once high above, who once deprived countless people of their lives, has finally suffered retribution today.

"Ah!"

A scream and a soul escaped from the physical strength of the witch war Pharaoh.

That's his soul!

Yang Feng just deprived Pharaoh Wushang of his vitality, life span and energy, and did not destroy his soul.

After the soul escaped from the body, the witch war Pharaoh quickly fled.

"Don't go."

Whoosh!

Yang Weifeng's Qi is a soldier. His powerful Qi condenses a big hand and quickly catches the soul of the witch war Pharaoh.

Hoo Hoo!

In the cold wind, Pharaoh Wushang's soul trembled, just like a poor little man, but Yang Feng didn't sympathize with him.

Poop!

His soul knelt on the ground, pitifully begged and said, "Yang Feng, I'm dead. Now there's only one soul left. It's worse than death. Just let me go."

"Let me ask you, why do you deprive countless ordinary people of their vitality, soul and life span?" Yang Feng asked.

The reason why he still left a soul of the witch war Pharaoh is to find out this matter.

Anyone who does anything comes from a starting point, that is, having a purpose and interests.

If there were no purpose and no interest, the people like the witch war Pharaoh would not be so cruel and deprive countless ordinary people of their soul energy.

"Yang Feng, I don't know about it." The soul of the witch war Pharaoh was frightened.

Click!

The big hand of Yang Feng's true Qi tightly grasped his soul and almost crushed it.

"If you don't say it, I'll crush your hands and feet first, and then bake your soul on Sanwei real fire for three months, so that you can bear the pain of your soul and feel that you can't really survive or die."

"No, no, you can't. You're too cruel."

Pharaoh Wushang was startled and his soul turned pale. If so, life is better than death.

"Cruel?" Yang Feng said coldly, "I can't treat you people too much by any means, because you don't deserve to be a man."

"Yang Feng, I can tell you everything I know, but you have to promise me a condition, otherwise I won't say it when I die, and I don't believe that you will really torture me for three months, because you don't have so much time." The sorcerer Pharaoh begged.

"I can assure you that as long as you tell me everything you know, I can not destroy your soul." Yang Feng said seriously.

"Is that true?" Asked Pharaoh Wushang.

"Once a word is spoken, it is hard to recover. Integrity is for everyone, regardless of enemies and friends." Yang Feng said.

"Well, I believe you."

Pharaoh Wushang hesitated and said, "in fact, in the ancient curse country, everyone has been planted with curse seals. In the third world, Dingjun city and Tianyuan county are far away from the ancient curse country, and there is also Jinwu desert in the middle, so the people in these two places have not been affected."

"You mean that in the whole third world, except these two places, everyone in the ancient mantra country slept under the influence of the mantra seal." Yang Feng asked.

"Yes, except for our super experts handed down from generation to generation, everyone else, even the strong ones in the Yuanshen realm, has been affected."

"Super Master handed down from generation to generation?!" Yang Feng was silent.

Pharaoh Wushang explained, "whether it's me, the national teacher, the high priest, the three city masters, the leaders of Kyushu, the ancient curse king, etc., the pillars of these countries and our strength and status have been handed down from generation to generation. They have been handed down from generation to generation since 100000 years ago, but the ancient curse king has a long life..."

Under the story of the witch war Pharaoh, Yang Feng learned a secret.

It turned out that in the third world, the boundless Jinwu desert divided the continent into two, separating Tianyuan county and Dingjun City, so the people in these two places were not affected by the curse.

The territory of the ancient curse country is far beyond these two places.

The third world is roughly divided into three parts, Dingjun city and Tianyuan County, but these two regions are not only remote, but also have a small territory.

Then comes the Jinwu desert, which has a large territory and boundless. However, it is a desert and is not suitable for human habitation, so it has lost its value.

The last is the ancient curse country, which has a large territory, far more than Dingjun city and Tianyuan county.

In the ancient mantra Kingdom, from the master of Yuanshen realm to ordinary people, they were affected by the mantra seal.

However, some people are not affected by the curse because their ancestors followed the emperor 100000 years ago.

Whether it is the witch war Pharaoh, the national teacher, or the high priest, as well as the three city leaders and leaders of Kyushu, their ancestors have followed the emperor of heaven, so they are not affected by the curse.

Among them, the most mysterious one is the ancient curse king. No one knows how long the ancient curse king lived, maybe thousands of years, maybe thousands of years. This is a mystery.

However, next, Pharaoh Wushang said one thing, which shocked everyone, including Yang Feng, who was shocked and powerless.

Yang Feng is used to life and death and has experienced countless storms, but he is still frightened.

"Yang Feng, do you know why Jinwu desert has become a desert?" Asked Pharaoh Wushang.

"Because of the climate." Yang Feng replied.

"No."

Pharaoh Wushang shook his head and said, "in fact, 100000 years ago, Jinwu desert was an oasis with hundreds of tribes, large and small."

Yang Feng knew this for a long time. There is no need for Pharaoh Wushang to say more.

Pharaoh Wushang continued: "but tens of thousands of years ago, the emperor of heaven, the old mantra king at that time and the ancient mantra masters deployed a terrible array, a million soul killing array, in this area of Jinwu desert. Overnight, tens of millions of people, countless cattle and sheep in this area of Jinwu desert were deprived of all their lives, and even this oasis land was barren from life."

"What!"

Hearing this, Yang Feng was stunned and pale with fear.

Tens of millions of people died overnight.

There are countless cattle and sheep that have died overnight.

In addition, this land of China has lost its vitality and has become a desert since then.

"This... This..."

"That's tens of millions of people, that's tens of millions of lives," murmured sister-in-law

Su Zhenzhen, Du Qinglong, Feng Dong, Princess Zijing and others were too frightened to speak.

It's terrible, it's cruel, it's terrible.

Tens of millions of people died overnight, which is unbelievable.

Yang Feng shook his body and almost fell to the ground.

It's not that he hasn't seen the world, but that this kind of thing is really cruel. Tens of millions of it disappeared overnight.

He has heard of killing millions, but this is just a word. In fact, Yang Feng will not die or be injured more than tens of thousands in the battles he has experienced.

Even if there were millions of legions' mighty attacks, the actual casualties were not very terrible. After all, one side was defeated and the battle was over.

But tens of millions of people died at one time, which is simply inhuman.

"Why are they doing this?" Yang Feng asked angrily.

"I don't know."

Pharaoh Wushang shook his head and said, "after all, it was tens of thousands of years ago. I also found it in the family ancient books. Later, I also asked the ancient curse king. The ancient curse King seems to have said something to me."

"What's up?" Yang Feng asked.

"For a river." Pharaoh Wushang replied.

A river!

The people were puzzled. For a river, tens of thousands of years ago, the emperor of heaven, the old spell king and tens of thousands of spell signers made tens of millions of people disappear overnight, and even led to the land of China becoming a desert from then on.

"That's a soul river."

Pharaoh Wushang's eyes suddenly became very firm and looked yearning.

"Soul river?"

The crowd shook their heads at the same time, indicating that they had not heard of it.

"Yes, the soul River, which was once opened with the lives of tens of millions of people, and in the next tens of thousands of years, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people's lives, souls and energy were injected into the soul River to maintain the vitality of the river."

Although Pharaoh Wushang's voice was not loud, everyone was thrilled.

This soul river is really terrible, too terrible.

No, it's cruel.

"Where is this soul River and what is its purpose?" Yang Feng asked.

"I don't know."

Pharaoh Wushang shook his head and said, "I don't know where this soul river is? I don't know what it's used for, but we mantra makers often collect souls everywhere, deprive others of their vitality, and then give all the soul energy to the ancient mantra king. I estimate that the ancient mantra king will eventually transport all the soul energy to the soul River and maintain the operation of the soul River. "

Yang Feng was silent and clenched his hands into fists.

We must find this soul river. This soul river must have something to do with the emperor of heaven.

In the future, if we want to deal with the emperor of heaven, this soul river may play a vital role.

"Yang Feng, I know. I've told you everything. Can you let me go?" Pharaoh Wushang asked at this time.

Yang Feng just promised that as long as he told all the secrets he knew, he would release his soul.

"Hehe, how can I let you go?" Yang Feng smiled coldly.

"Yang Feng, you don't keep your word."

"Your hands are covered with too much blood, so I can't let you go." Yang Feng said coldly.

"You just said that you would not destroy my soul. Do you want to go back?" The sorcerer Pharaoh begged.

"Don't worry, I mean what I say. I said I wouldn't kill you if I didn't kill you."

While talking, Yang Feng condensed a golden hand and grasped the soul of the witch war Pharaoh in his hand.