Chapter 1647

Yecha!

In the yecha holy land, under the gray sky, there is a holy city. This is the holy land of yecha nationality. Yecha nationality, also known as ghost nationality, lives in the underground world. This gray sky is different from the four worlds, so the outside world calls them ghost nationality.

In a dark palace, on the throne, sat an old man, listening angrily to the report of his subordinates.

"Lan Xuelong, the sage hall gave such an order, and the subordinate's report is over." A man in black respectfully said.

LAN Xuelong smiled. His face was wrinkled when he was over 60. He looked like an old man of 80 or 90 years old. In fact, he was just over 60, but he was very old.

"Ha ha!"

LAN Xuelong's old laughter was sad, but more helpless.

"Patriarch!"

Seeing the old look of LAN blood dragon, the subordinate shouted.

One hand was on the faucet of the seat. LAN Xuelong gently waved his other hand and said, "I know. Go out first."

"Yes, patriarch."

The man nodded respectfully and turned away.

Creak!

When the subordinate left, LAN Xuelong waved, closed the door and sat alone in the cold hall. He was sad from his heart and said in pain: "why, why, do we Yasha people always have to be tortured and humiliated like this? I think Yasha people were a famous family in ancient times, even if it was Qing emperor and Yan Emperor, I'm also impressed by the family, but now, my family has been reduced to this place. I don't live as well as pigs and dogs. "

.......

And now!

Yecha clan, in the gray sky, two human shadows came like gods.

WOW!

WOW!

In a big mountain, the sound of gurgling water came from the winding river. The sound was very quiet, like a sound of nature. By the quiet stream, the strong man who fell from the sky stood by the clear stream, and these two were Yang Feng and Saint Laurent.

"Is this the yecha clan?"

When standing by the stream, Saint Laurent looked around with deep eyes. The sky was gray and the aura was very strange. It was different from the four outside worlds. The aura here seemed to be all dark, and the purity was not high, so it was not suitable for practitioners to practice.

"Yes, this is indeed the yecha family. I once heard my mother say that the world where she lives is dark, and the aura is different from the outside world. The aura here is Yin." Yang Feng nodded.

When he was in the fourth world, LAN Jiuye told him something about the yecha family. Not only that, he also knew that his mother still had her mother's family in the yecha family. However, after the eight kings' rebellion, her mother never returned to the yecha family and has been avoiding practicing in Luocha Jingzhai, so he doesn't know whether the mother's family is well.

"Yang Feng, I can't absorb Reiki here, and these Yin Qi are of no use to me."

Saint Laurent looks dignified. She is a practitioner, so she needs Reiki, but there is no Reiki in this world, which is a fatal threat to practitioners.

WOW!

Yang Feng quickly exerts his magic power and absorbs the Yin Qi here, but he is surprised to find that the Yin Qi here can be automatically transformed into Reiki and continuously enter his body. In other words, the Yin Qi here does not exclude his physical absorption.

"This!"

Saint Laurent was slightly surprised, but then he was relieved and said, "your mother is a yecha, and her blood flows in your body, so you can absorb the Yin Qi here."

"Well, maybe."

Standing by the stream, Yang Feng looked around and wanted to see the new world. Although it was the territory of yecha nationality and the place where his mother LAN Jiuye lived, Yang Feng came here for the first time. Looking at the gray sky, he thought the world was very novel.

"Yang Feng, what should we do next? We will not leave much time. The emperor in the seal can not last long. And once he has killed Wutong Ye Zun, she will definitely come to the yensha territory. At that time, we will not be able to protect our lives."

Saint Laurent's voice is very depressed, perhaps it is the ending of Wutong leaves.

Hoo Hoo!

In the strong wind, Yang Feng's black hair floated quickly in the wind. In the clear wind, he seemed to hear the bleak and painful cry of his senior sister. In his consciousness, the two lights and the scene of the fierce battle between the four gods and Leizu floated in his mind again and again.

Heartache!

Repress!

Suffocation!

Many emotions are surging into Yang Feng's heart one by one, but as the South China Sea God Ni said, resisting the emperor of heaven has to pay a price, and it costs a lot.

"Yang Feng, I'm sorry. I shouldn't mention your worries." Saint Laurent apologized.

"Alas!"

Yang Feng sighed and said, "I hope God bless my elder martial sister. If she dies, I will avenge her."

Whew!

Holding Xuanyuan sword and looking at the golden light, Yang Feng looked dignified and said: "divine sword, let's wander through the territory of yecha family together, solve my curse, let me be promoted to Xiaosheng, then find the candle nine Yin mausoleum, and then save the spirit emperor?"

Buzzing, buzzing!

It seemed to sense Yang Feng's war intention, so Xuanyuan sword made a "buzzing" sound.

"OK, Yang Feng, no matter where you go, I will accompany you."

Seeing that Yang Feng is still full of war, Saint Laurent wants to be gratified. She thought that Yang Feng would never recover. Perhaps she was depressed. For example, after the battle of soul River and the defeat of Pudu gate to Wu Zhetian, Yang Feng, who fell into the second world at that time, was in a very poor mental state.

"Thank you, Saint Laurent."

Holding Xuanyuan sword, Yang Feng turned and looked at Saint Laurent and said seriously, "thank you for your company and never give up on me."

"Fool!"

Saint Laurent smiled and said, "I am your woman, so wherever you go, I will follow you."

That's why Saint Laurent dared to call Yang Feng this way and affectionately called "fool". If it was her woman, she naturally dared not call Yang Feng this way, but it can also be seen that she had a good relationship with Yang Feng.

"The spirit emperor can't last long. Last time in the second world, when I communicated with the spirit emperor with my thoughts, his breath of life was very weak. Therefore, we must act as soon as possible to promote Xiaosheng. We have found the bones of candle nine Yin. As long as we welcome the spirit emperor out of the seal, there is no doubt that the black phoenix will die." Yang Feng said seriously.

"Yes!"

Saint Laurent nodded and said, "the spirit emperor is one of the five emperors in ancient times. Because he has also watched the Eastern Emperor bell, his cultivation and strength are second only to the emperor of heaven and above the Yellow Emperor and the green emperor. But once the spirit emperor comes out of the seal, the emperor of heaven may also come, and then..."

At this point, Saint Laurent did not dare to go on, nor did he want to say.

But Yang Feng knows her worry. Once the spirit emperor breaks the seal, the Heavenly Emperor will certainly not stand idly by and will visit the world in person. Over the past 100000 years, the spirit emperor has been sealed, and his cultivation level has regressed or stagnated. However, the cultivation strength of the Heavenly Emperor must be stronger than that of 100000 years ago.

With each passing day, the gap between the strength of Lingdi and Tiandi is naturally greater.

"Just do your best. We just need to do our best. As for the future, it's up to heaven." Yang Feng sighed.

Under the gray sky, Saint Laurent looked at Yang Feng's exquisite face. She didn't know why. She felt that the man in front of her was different and changed more. Before Pudu gate was promoted to Zong gate, Yang Feng was full of pride and didn't pay attention to the emperor of heaven.

However, since the promotion of zongmen and the emergence of Heifeng, Saint Laurent found that Yang Feng had changed a lot. He began to be in awe. He had not been as sharp as before. But Saint Laurent knew that even though Yang Feng's character had changed, his faith and determination to resist the emperor had not changed at all.

"Come on, let's go to the holy land of yecha people."

After leaving this sentence, Yang Feng turned and left. He once heard his mother say that yecha has a holy land and a holy city.

The Holy Mother's father, Yang Feng's grandfather, is the head of the yecha family. But after the eight kings' rebellion, LAN Jiuye didn't dare to go back to the yecha clan, so he lost contact with the clan.

Following Yang Feng, Saint Laurent picked a wild flower from the forest and held it in his hand.

Yang Feng turned back and smiled faintly. It was really a woman. He fled here. He still couldn't change women's nature and liked beautiful things.

"Hee hee!"

Seeing Yang Feng looking at herself, Saint Laurent smiled awkwardly, and then threw the wild flowers on the ground. She was worried that Yang Feng would blame her. Although she was a woman and the head of the eight kings, she was a woman.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng took the object in the air, took the wild flowers that Saint Laurent had thrown on the ground, held them in his hand, and then handed them to Saint Laurent himself, saying, "it's a pity to throw away such beautiful flowers. Since you like them, keep them."

"Thank you!"

Saint Laurent thanked him, and then took over the wild flowers with joy. In fact, with her identity and strength, she would not take a look at the wild flowers, even if it was Jinshan and Yinshan, but it was something given to him by her beloved, so she cherished it very much.

"Yang Feng, I thought you would be depressed this time, but I didn't expect you to cheer up. I'm happy for you." Saint Laurent said from his heart.

In the forest, Yang Feng quickly walked through the grass and said, "so many people have paid for me and died for me. So many brothers in Purdue gate are eager for me to call again. The dying spirit emperor is also waiting for me to rescue. How can I Yang Feng be depressed."

"You're right to think so." Saint Laurent said happily.

In the wind, Yang Feng's dignified voice said: "once, I rose in Zhonghai city. At that time, I had only Zhang Wu, Feng Dong, black and white double evils and a few brothers, but I rose and grew step by step. Now, I have you, Saint Roland, master Luo Jin, teacher Wei Yao, military master sister-in-law Baiyue, good friend Xia Mengzhu and thousands of brothers, As long as you are still there, no matter how hard the blow is, I Yang Feng will not fall, nor dare I fall. "

Listening to Yang Feng's voice, Saint Laurent's new heart was heavy. She seemed to see the scenes. In the former Zhonghai City, Yang Feng, Feng Dong, Zhang Wu and black-and-white double evils, just a few people hit it off, and then established the Purdue gate. However, with their efforts, the Purdue gate has finally made today's achievements.

"Ha ha! LAN lu'er, you can't escape. My father is a saint in this world and specializes in restraining you Yasha people. You'd better go back with me and be my concubine. "

In the forest ahead, there was a pleasant sound of ridicule.