Chapter 1589

At the top of the mountain, there was a strong murderous spirit. Countless experts looked at Yang Feng and admired Yang Feng very much.

No one dares to shake the power of the gate of life and death. Even if it is Tianshi mansion, yin and Yang Taoism, these top-level sects dare not be enemies with the gate of life and death, but Yang Feng not only dares to be enemies with Wu zhaitian, but also dares to order him to kneel down. Such a spirit is far superior to those top-level sects.

Click!

Click!

Wu Zhetian held the sky opening axe tightly, and his veins burst.

In front of so many heroes in the world, Yang Feng let him kneel down. It was a great humiliation. He absolutely couldn't agree.

Because once he kneels down, it means that all the people of the gate of life and death kneel down to the Purdue gate. Even if he finally killed Yang Feng, the emperor of heaven will not let him go, because the powerful emperor of heaven will never allow him to lose face to the gate of life and death.

"Wu Zhetian, my patience is limited. If you want to save your son, kneel down and kowtow to me." Yang Feng ordered.

Wutong leaves, and qingluan, the dead Ya Ling, and Luo Jin, etc., is the cold standing behind Yang Feng, ready to make preparations at any time.

"Ha ha!"

Suddenly, Wu Zhetian laughed wildly, holding the sky axe, walked step by step.

Step, step!

His heavy footsteps seemed to shake the Kunlun Mountains.

"Yang Feng, I'm Wu Zhetian, the executor of the gate of life and death. How can I kneel to you? I'm Wu Zhetian. I'm an indomitable man. I'm the overlord of the world. How can I kneel to you."

With each step, Wu Zhetian's momentum will increase by one point in vain.

Under the pressure of that rolling momentum, people admire him very much. He is worthy of being the leader of the gate of life and death. He is so domineering.

In fact, Yang Feng knows that Wu Zhetian can't kneel down. Even if he loves his son again, he can't kneel down in front of experts of major sects.

Because this is not only related to Wu Zhetian's personal glory, but also related to the reputation of the gate of life and death. If Wu Zhetian kneels down naively, his life will be ruined.

The emperor of heaven can't let him go.

Block!

A clear voice came. The sky opening axe in Wu Zhetian's hand was deeply inserted into the ground.

"Father, you can't ignore me."

Wu Sheng was very desperate. His father didn't save him for face.

"Yang Feng, in addition to this, what else do you want? As long as I can promise, I will try my best, but you have to put it on my son." Wu Zhetian angrily said.

"OK, I want a holy treasure." Yang Feng suggested.

"No problem, I can satisfy you, but you have to put it on my son first."

Wu Zhetian was overjoyed. Although Holy Level treasures are very expensive, they are only relative to others.

As the head of the gate of life and death, he can take out several such treasures at any time.

"Yes, I'll let your son go now." Yang Feng smiled.

"As long as you let my son go, I'll give you the treasure right away."

Wu Shitian sees hope. If he can really save his son Wu Shengsheng, let alone such a treasure, even two or three can be.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng waved his hand and threw the martial Saint over.

"Ha ha."

Wu sage was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Yang Feng, I knew you didn't dare to kill me. Sure enough, you still let me go."

Wu Zhetian was also happy, showing a smile. After saving his son, he killed Yang Feng.

Boom!

At the same time, a big golden hand appeared from the air, and the wusheng man was like an ant under the big golden hand.

Click!

That big golden hand directly crushed the martial saint to death.

"Ah!"

The martial Saint screamed and cried, "father, save..."

In the bleak call, Wu Shengsheng finally died. He didn't expect that Yang Feng really dared to kill himself.

Quiet!

This space seems to be solidified, and everything is silent.

Bursts of cold wind blew, and Wu Zhetian trembled, as if invaded by a cold air flow.

He was very disappointed and desperate. He watched his son fall from the air and watched the wusheng man die in front of him. He was very angry.

"Father."

"Father."

The call of Wu Sheng before he died seemed to echo in his ears again and again.

Dang!

The black axe of Wu Shengren fell to the ground and hit a spark. The black axe was made by Wu Zhetian for his son.

Although its power is far less than that of Kaitian axe, it is also equivalent to a holy treasure.

"This..."

Countless experts were slightly surprised and looked at Yang Feng in surprise. They didn't expect that Yang Feng finally killed the martial saint.

Hoo Hoo!

When the cold wind blew, Wu Zhetian suddenly roared.

"Yang Feng, you killed my son."

You killed my son!

Kill my son!

……

Wu Zhetian's angry roar echoed again and again between heaven and earth, and the rolling clouds above were scattered again and again.

This roar, roar, Wu Zhetian burst out his inner anger, just like the surging river.

In the void, Yang Feng still smiled and looked at him calmly.

"Yang Feng, you have broken your word." Wu Zhetian is murderous and holds the sky opening axe tightly.

"Do I need to be trustworthy to people like you? I just wanted you to see hope, and then let you despair. I was just playing with you! Do you really think I'll let him go? "

Yang Feng said it lightly. He just deliberately let Wu Zhetian see hope, and then fell into despair.

Because only in this way, Wu Zhetian's mood will rise and fall.

"Yang Feng, do you know who he is?" Wu Zhetian is like a violent lion, about to send out powerful heavenly power and tear everything up.

"Yes, he's just your son Wu Shengsheng." Yang Feng said calmly.

"Since you know that he is my son Wu Shengsheng, why do you dare to hurt the killer?" Wu Zhetian asked.

"Because I want to kill him, and I want to destroy your son."

Yang Feng's answer was crisp and direct.

"Good, good."

Wu Zha was extremely angry and said several good words continuously.

"You finally realize the pain of losing your loved ones. I also lost my loved ones in the original battle of the soul River, so today I let you feel how painful it is to see my loved ones die."

Yang Feng in the void recalled his mother's death, Princess purple mirror and Su's real death.

Today, he finally made Wu Zhetian feel this pain.

"Ha ha ha!"

Wu Zhetian suddenly laughed wildly. His laughter was very loud. The earthquake shook the mountain and Kunlun shook.

His laughter was domineering, but it was also full of helplessness. The vicissitudes of life, no one dared to speak, because everyone knew that Wu Zhetian was very murderous and had lost his mind.

If at ordinary times, these top-level sects can not give Wu Zhetian face.

Wu zhaitian won't force these sects to be too tight due to some complicated relations, but now it's different. Wu zhaitian has lost his mind.

After laughing wildly for a few times, Wu Zhetian looked at Yang Feng with bloody eyes and said word by word: "boy, you kill my son. I'm going to cut you to pieces. Not only that, as long as it's your people from Purdue gate, I won't let go. Even if I kill 100 million people, I'll uproot your power."

Sisi!

They took a breath, because Wu Zhetian's words were too domineering. Even killing 100 million people would uproot Yang Feng's power.

If you are so domineering, only Wu Zhetian dares to say.

"Unfortunately, you don't have a chance."

In the void, Yang Feng's voice came slowly.

Wu Zhetian suddenly turned around, looked at all the experts behind him, and ordered: "I now order you to go up to me, kill Yang Feng and kill the Purdue gate. Whoever dares not to fight, I will kill him all over the gate."

Kill him!

Wu Zhetian's words, like rolling thunder, swept across heaven and earth and rolled seats in Kyushu.

Under his command, the people of all the main doors were deeply afraid, because Wu Zhetian had lost his mind.

When Wu Zhetian didn't lose his mind, they could still deal with it, but now they can't.

There are only two ways in front of them, either to deal with Yang Feng or Wu Zhetian. In addition, they have no chance to choose neutrality.

Taiyin Venerable Master, Xinghun sword saint, Lei Yun elder, etc. these experts blame Yang Feng a little. They shouldn't provoke Wu Zhetian and let them fall into passivity.

"Where are the five Dharma kings of the gate of life and death?"

In anger, Wu Zhetian roared.

Whoosh!

In the void, there are five strong men. All of them are powerful and murderous. Their strong breath is like an endless tide. These people are the five Dharma kings of the gate of life and death. Their strength is no less than the five generals.

When he saw the five strong men, Yang Feng couldn't help sighing. The gate of life and death was really like a cloud of strong men.

The five generals, the five Dharma kings, the five elements venerable, the ten life and death masters and the ten elders are all top-level masters.

Shrouded in the powerful breath, the momentum of the five people was like five Kui cattle, as if they could shake the world.

Looking at these masters, Wu Zhetian ordered, "I command you to kill the Pudu gate and destroy the remaining evils of the Pudu gate at all costs."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The five Dharma kings nodded at the same time, and the loud voice came like a bell.

"Where is the master of Purdue gate?" In the void, Yang Feng's loud voice also came.

"I'll wait here."

Wutong leaves, green Luan, Luo Jin and others have stepped forward.

Looking at the strong men in front of the gate of life and death, Yang Feng ordered: "kill them for me, destroy them, wash away the shame, and avenge those dead brothers."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Wutong ye, and Luo Jin and others, the loud voice spread over Kunlun Mountains.

"Kill them and kill them."

Wu Zhetian held the sky axe in one hand and pointed to the front. Under his command, the five Dharma kings and Liuguang long tiger rushed away.

"Kill."

"Kill."

Among the five Dharma kings, the Dharma King shot with a bang and came out, thousands of miles of clouds, surging towards the experts of Pudu gate.

But just then, a piano came.

High pitched!

Long!

This wonderful sound, as if from nine days, like the sounds of nature, the Wutong sound, the long flow of long, the sound of the piano, the great law of the thousand li clouds have been defeated, it is the Chinese parasol leaves.