Chapter 1588

Kunlun Holy Land!

On the vast flowing clouds, a loud voice came from the air and said, "master of Pudu gate, Yang Feng is here."

Yang Feng!

This sound, like a bell, echoed in the world again and again, pervading the mountains.

Yang Feng!

Countless experts were slightly surprised. Wu Zhetian just said that Yang Feng was dead and killed in the soul river

But why did he come? Is it a prank?

Wu Zhetian's face was a little ugly. He was worried at the beginning. Yang Feng didn't die. Sure enough, he really came.

Boom!

Jiulongpo continued to display the dragon on the sky and frantically attacked the array. Among the main gates, only she whirled the mountain and went all out to support Wu Zhetian.

Sisi!

WOW!

Under the bombardment of Jiulongpo, the Leichi array fluctuated and changed again and again. It was about to be broken, but at this time, a powerful idea in the sky attacked and fell.

Boom!

Divine consciousness and ideas, like the power of gods, bombard the consciousness of Jiulongpo.

"Ah!"

With a scream, Jiulong woman died miserably, fell to the ground on the spot and died in front of Wu Zhetian.

"This!"

Everyone was surprised. Who is so powerful and powerful?

A divine sense in the air easily killed Jiulong woman?!

This is terrible. Isn't Yang Feng really dead and alive? Countless experts look at Wu Zhetian, but they don't dare to ask him.

Whoosh!

In the void, a group of experts appeared, and Yang Feng was the leader.

However, Yang Feng stood beside an ignorant man. He was careless.

Tao didn't want to look around. Who was it just now? He said that the leader of Pudu gate, Yang Feng, came. Who is Yang Feng, where is he, and why didn't he see him.

In the void, Yang Feng's cold eyes looked at Wu Zhetian.

Wu Zhetian looked at him coldly and said murderously, "Yang Feng, I didn't expect you to come at last."

"Good!"

Yang Feng's black hair was elegant and said, "Wu Zhetian, you should have known that I would come. In the battle of soul River, my Pudu gate failed, but in today's Kunlun war, my Pudu gate will never fail again."

Yang Feng!

Tao didn't want to look at the young man beside him. He just felt that his head was short circuited and couldn't react. How could the man around him be Yang Feng.

No way, it's impossible.

Just when Tao was distracted and couldn't figure it out, Wu Zha looked at him with cold eyes and bullied the airway: "your people of Daoji gate unexpectedly appeared together with the remaining evils of Pudu gate. Do you want to be an enemy with me?"

Pooh!

Tao Wu was startled and hurriedly said, "no, no, no, martial sect leader, i..."

"Die."

Boom!

Wu zhaitian took the sky opening axe and chopped it down with an axe.

"Master Wu, I don't know."

Tao inadvertently screamed and wanted to explain, but Wu Zhetian didn't give him a chance and didn't want to hear him explain. He directly chopped him to death with an axe.

Silk!

Tao Wuxin and the two guards were killed by Wu Zhetian's opening axe. Before he died, he looked at Yang Feng with resentment. He was unwilling and oppressed. He happened to meet a group of people and saw several beautiful women in the crowd, so he pretended to come all the way.

But when they arrived at the holy land of Kunlun, they knew that these people were Yang Feng and the experts of Pudu gate.

"Martial master, I'm wronged. I really don't know......"

Before his death, the unintentional voice of Tao dissipated on the holy land of Kunlun.

On the mountain, many experts also felt sympathy. Poor Tao was careless and died in such a muddle headed way. However, Wu Zhetian, a person who is superior, can't give him a chance to explain. After all, the strength of Daoji gate is far inferior to those top-level zongmen.

In the void, Yang Feng still calmly looked at Wu Zhetian. He didn't rescue just now. He was careless. This kind of loading and comparison has nothing to do with him.

Hoo Hoo!

The wind blew, and the violent murderous spirit surged out like a tide in the mountains.

"Yang Feng, after the war of soul River, you are like a lost dog. If you hide your name from now on, you may still live, but you ran out and died." Wu Zhetian, holding an opening axe, roared down with a powerful threat.

In the strong wind, Yang Feng rolled his sleeves and said calmly, "Wu covers the sky, the battle of the soul River, my mother and the princess of the purple realm fall. Su is really dead. I must avenge them."

In his consciousness, Yang Feng recalled the battle of soul river.

"I am the descendant of the Yellow Emperor!"

"I am the descendant of the Yellow Emperor!"

Su really made a roar before he died. After his death, his blood fell like rain.

Blood stained soul river!

Roar for nine days!

Su really shone on the soul river all his life. He finally became famous and won the reputation of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor. It's a pity that all this came too late.

"Madam, madam, I'm coming, Yang Feng. I can't help you......"

In his consciousness, Yang Feng saw the scene of Princess Zijing's suicide again. When his mother LAN Jiuye died, Princess Zijing had no love and devoted herself to the rolling Blood River. Finally, they lived their whole life. The Yang family owes too much to Princess Zijing. If they can, Yang Feng is willing to be the descendant of Princess Zijing.

"Ha ha ha!"

Wu Zhetian laughed three times and said, "Yang Feng, the battle of soul River, you escaped by luck, but today, you don't have such good luck."

Boom!

When the Kaitian axe was waving, Wu Zhetian looked at the people behind him and said, "all the major sects and the strong men of all sects listen to the order. I, Wu Zhetian, as the executive head of the life and Death Gate, order you to besiege Yang Feng, kill him and destroy him. I have a lot of rewards."

Elder Lei Yun of Tianshi mansion, the Taiyin Venerable Master of yin and Yang Taoism, and the star soul sword saint of Shengjian palace, these experts hesitated, but did not fight.

As for the other strong ones, they are also hesitant and want to see the situation again.

"The gate of life and death is an organization under the command of the emperor of heaven. It controls life and death and commands the world. I dare not obey it. Today, whoever dares not to obey my orders, I will destroy his whole gate."

The majestic voice of Wu Zhetian spread all over the mountains like thunder.

After hearing his orders, many experts were afraid, even the Taiyin Lord and others were afraid!

Because Wu Zhetian has moved out of the reputation of the emperor of heaven, these top-level sects are not afraid of the gate of life and death, but they are not afraid of executing the sect leader, but the boss behind the gate of life and death is the supreme emperor of heaven.

"Wu Zhetian, don't hurry. I'll give you a gift before the war." Yang Feng said calmly.

"Oh, what gift?"

Wu zhaitian is calm and confident with an opening axe.

Whoosh!

When Yang Feng's thoughts were turbulent, a saint Wu, the son of Wu Zhetian, appeared in front of him.

Grasping the throat of Wu Sheng, Yang Feng looked at Wu Zhetian and said coldly, "you should know this waste."

Wu Zhetian clenched his fist and his veins burst. Of course he knew him, because that was his son.

On the holy land of Kunlun, countless people looked at the Wu Saint curiously. Although many experts saw this man for the first time, they could see at a glance that the man controlled by Yang Feng was Wu Zhetian's son, because the man also held a black axe in his hand.

Although Yang Feng held it in his hand like a chicken, Wu Shengsheng still didn't forget his black axe. He grasped it firmly. He is worthy of being a father and son. They all have the same weapons.

"Father, help me."

The wusheng man anxiously asked for help. Although he was pinched by Yang Feng, as a strong Yuanshen realm, he could still make a sound even if his throat was pinched.

"Holy Son."

Wu Zhetian shouted, then looked at Yang Feng and said angrily, "boy, I order you to release my son immediately."

"Command? What qualifications do you have to command me as the leader of the gate of life and death? Or by strength? " Yang Feng sneered.

"Boy, if you dare to kill my son, I swear, you will be cut to pieces."

Wu Zhetian was furious. He had high hopes for his son, so he would never allow Yang Feng to destroy his son.

"You don't have the strength to cut me to pieces, but it's not impossible for me to let him go unless you promise me a condition." Yang Feng said coldly.

"Ha ha ha!"

Wu Zhetian laughed a few times and said, "Yang Feng, don't daydream. You want to threaten me with hostages and let me let you go of Pudu gate and the people in Kunlun holy land. How is this possible? I'd rather lose this son than promise your conditions."

"Father!"

The martial saint was anxious and said, "is your great cause important or my life important?"

"Holy Son, don't panic. Don't worry. If you die, I will avenge you for my father. In short, the people in Kunlun holy land and Pudu gate can't be released."

Wu Zhetian bit his teeth, and in his blood red eyes, he seemed to be able to spray flames.

"Father, I don't want to die." The martial Saint begged.

Wu Zhetian ignored his son's request. He looked at Yang Feng and said murderously, "boy, in my life, I hate others threatening me most. Even if my son falls into your hands, I will never compromise with you, and I will never release the Kunlun holy land and your people in Pudu gate."

In the void, Yang Feng said coldly, "Wu Zha Tian, you underestimate me too. Since I dare to come, I won't put forward such conditions. I will save the people in Kunlun holy land. As for the people in Pudu gate, I will take them and leave unharmed."

"What do you want?" Wu Zhetian asked.

"It's very simple. If you want to save his dog's life, kneel down to me. For the sake of your sworn brothers with my father, I promise you that as long as you kneel down to me, I won't kill the martial saint, and even if you die, I'll save his life and leave you a incense."

When Yang Feng's voice came, people felt incredible.

It's incredible that Yang Feng let Wu Zhetian kneel down.

But how is this possible? On the mainland of China, Wu Zhetian will only kneel to one person, that is the emperor of heaven.

"Wu zhaitian, kneel down and beg my Lord for mercy, or I will kill your son."

Click!

Yang Feng used his five fingers to exert himself, gradually increasing his strength, tightly holding the throat of the martial saint, and looked at the Wu Zhetian below with cold eyes.