Chapter 1659

Yang Feng wanted to stop talking. In the breeze, he felt cold all over. He thought of the battle of the soul river. His mother's call before his death broke his heart.

"What happened to your mother, my daughter?" LAN Xuelong asked anxiously.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. My mother has died. She died in the battle of the soul river. It's less than half a year."

Yang Feng lowered his head. His voice was not loud because he was afraid.

He was afraid of his grandfather Liu Tianhe's sadness.

She's dead!

She's dead!

Yang Feng's words kept floating in the wind, as if there was an echo.

Pooh!

LAN Xuelong vomited blood and almost fell to the ground.

"Grandpa."

"Grandpa."

Yang Feng and Saint Laurent ran anxiously and held LAN Xuelong. In the breeze, LAN Xuelong suddenly aged for another 20 years. At the moment, he seems to be a centenarian.

LAN Xuelong's eyes were dull and didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Aha..."

With his mouth open, LAN Xuelong made a sad cry. His cry was very sad. No, it was his cry.

Twenty years later, he learned that his daughter had died.

The greatest pain in the world is that white haired people send black haired people.

"My life is hard. I have lost my son-in-law and daughter. My life is hard."

My life is hard!

……

The sad cry of LAN blood dragon echoed in the world again and again, drifting away with the wind again and again.

"Grandpa, my mother is gone and my father is gone, but you still have me, you still have me."

Yang Feng held LAN Xuelong's hand tightly, worried that Grandpa would be too sad and have an accident.

If Grandpa really had an accident, how would he explain it to his mother.

"Grandpa, you still have me. In fact, I am also a member of the yecha family, and I am Yang Feng's woman." So did Saint Laurent.

Crying, LAN Xuelong stretched out trembling hands, one hand stroked Yang Feng's face, the other hand stroked Saint Laurent's face, silent for a long time.

Long silence!

……

"Saint Laurent, take care of my grandfather." Yang Feng asked.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of Grandpa." Saint Laurent promised.

"Thank you. It's nice to have you."

Yang Feng thanked from his heart. Along the way, he was accompanied by Saint Laurent. When his grandfather was sad and painful, he was comforted by Saint Laurent.

On the square, Yang Feng carried his hands and looked at everyone. A loud voice came: "yes, I'm Yang Feng, the master of Pudu gate, the son of LAN Jiuye, and the yecha family is my mother family."

His voice, like a tide, filled the palace inside and outside.

Liu Tianhe on the high platform still walks like a wandering immortal. Even though he knows Yang Feng's identity, he is still in no hurry, because he doesn't pay attention to Yang Feng.

"Yang Feng, you are finally willing to admit your identity." Liu Tianhe said coldly.

"I never wanted to hide my identity. I just didn't want the people in liudao palace to know my arrival, but since I've come, what if I expose my identity."

"This saint, I didn't expect you to dare to come here, but it's good. The yecha family is your mother family. If you die here, you will return to your roots."

"Saint!"

Among the crowd, an expert of the yecha family stood up and said respectfully: "even if the young man in front of us is really the son of LAN Jiuye and Yang Jiuding, even if he is really half of the yecha family, he is also a disgrace to our family. I yecha family is ashamed of him."

"Yes, shame, this is the shame of our family. As a member of my yecha family, how can they disrespect the saints."

Countless experts of yecha clan echoed one after another. Looking at these people, Yang Feng had a sad feeling, because they clearly hated Liu Tianhe and wanted to tear him apart, but they spoke against their conscience. This is the sadness of the mother clan.

The man continued to respectfully say, "Yang Feng is not only a disgrace to my yecha family, but also his mother LAN Jiuye, a disgrace to the family, is......"

"Don't humiliate my mother!"

Boom!

Boom!

"Ah!"

In his anger, Yang Feng quickly punched out. With a scream, the man was hit and flew 100 meters away, hit the hall, then fell slowly down the wall and was killed.

Boom!

Yang Feng roared again. His blood red eyes looked at those people and said, "for the sake of your mother's family, I can ignore your disrespect for me, but who dares to disrespect my mother, there is no amnesty."

There is no amnesty!

His domineering voice swept out like a tornado, frightening the experts in the palace to retreat. A terrible and powerful pressure also suppressed those people to kneel.

Whoosh!

The sage Liu Tianhe waved at random, and Yang Feng's powerful authority was easily dissolved. In the strong wind, Liu Tianhe's sleeves rolled on the high platform. He said coldly, "Yang Feng boy, even if you have defeated the little sage Si Zhongheng, I still don't pay attention to you. Since you come to die, I will help you."

WOW!

Liu Tianhe's body is filled with a vast holy Qi. This powerful holy Qi is stronger than Si Zhongheng. Although his years of becoming a saint are not as good as Si Zhongheng, his strength is stronger.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that Liu Tianhe was about to start, Yang Feng said.

After putting away his holy spirit, Liu Tianhe smiled and said, "boy, are you afraid?"

"I, Yang Feng, have never been afraid of anyone, but you have directly killed 2 million people of my mother family and indirectly killed tens of millions of people in the 20 years of yecha family, so I want to give you another gift." Yang Feng said coldly.

"Oh!"

Liu Tianhe smiled with interest and said, "you still have gifts."

"Of course, and you will like this gift."

Liu Tianhe couldn't wait. He wanted to know what gift Yang Feng would give him.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng's thoughts moved. In the rosefinch scale space, a figure flew to the ground and fell in front of him, while he raised his feet and trampled on the man's head.

"Father!"

When the man saw Liu Tianhe, he shouted excitedly. It turned out that he was Liu Changfeng, Liu Tianhe's son.

"Changfeng." Liu Tianhe shouted, and then his eyes flashed murderous. He didn't expect that his son Liu Changfeng would fall into Yang Feng's hands.

"Father, help me. There is an unruly man who meddles in my affairs, destroys my good deeds and catches me. You must kill him and vent this evil spirit for me."

Liu Changfeng is angry and hateful. He is the son of a saint. He is high above all. Covered by his father and a little saint, he can do whatever he wants, but he just wants to rob a beautiful woman. Unexpectedly, he is controlled by someone.

Liu Tianhe on the high platform looked gloomy. He knew more about his son's promise than anyone. He must have gone to catch beautiful women everywhere again. Then he was unlucky and fell into Yang Feng's hands. He warned his son Liu Changfeng countless times that men should focus on cultivation, but his son just didn't listen.

"Ha ha!"

Liu Changfeng, lying on the ground, said to Yang Feng with hatred: "boy, I said earlier that I am the son of a saint. If you dare to deal with me, you will pay a great price. You regret it now, but even if you regret it, it's too late, because you will die."

"Really?"

Yang Feng still trampled on Liu Changfeng's head and said, "I also said that I would reunite your father and son."

"Boy, didn't you see my father on the high platform? You are so brave that you dare to trample on my head. I order you to kneel down, help me up respectfully, and then die honestly. If so, I may not destroy your family."

Liu Changfeng still couldn't see the situation clearly. He was still very proud and arrogant. He thought that as long as there was a saint's father, he could do whatever he wanted.

In the square!

The numerous experts were afraid when they saw Yang Feng trampling on Liu Changfeng and stepping on the sage's son, but they were also secretly happy. Although they flattered Liu Tianhe and Liu Changfeng, it was just for survival. In fact, they wanted to break up the father and son.

"Yang Feng, I didn't expect my son to fall into your hands. What do you want?" Liu Tianhe asked.

"I don't want anything. I just want you to see how he died."

Yang Feng's answer was very domineering, but only he dared to answer Liu Tianhe's words. If he were someone else, don't say he was an enemy of the saint. It is estimated that the saint's eyes can scare him to death or destroy him.

"How dare you?"

Liu Tianhe roared and said, "boy, if you dare to kill my son, I will strip you of your muscles and skin, frustrate your bones and ashes, and let you go to 18 layers of hell and never turn over."

"Ha ha!"

Yang Feng smiled and said, "Liu Tianhe, over the past 20 years, you don't know how many people have died and your wife and children have been separated. Have you ever thought about the pain of those people, the sadness of those people, or the death of thousands of people because you think you are a high saint?"

"Yes, these Dalits of the yecha clan are all just mole ants. It's their honor to destroy them."

Liu Tianhe was surrounded by holy Qi. Although he killed thousands of people, he had no sense of guilt or guilt, because in his eyes, those people were just mole ants. Since they were mole ants, life was as light as a feather.

"Well, in that case, your son's life is like a dog's life in my eyes. I'll let you witness with your own eyes how your son died. I believe you will be very sad, and your pain is also like the pain of those who lost their loved ones."

Yang Feng's voice was not loud, but it spread slowly throughout the observation.

"Boy, if you dare to touch one hair of my son, I will destroy your nine families."

Boom!

Liu Tianhe roared, and his whole body was filled with powerful murderous Qi, which was like a strong vigorous wind.

"Ha ha!"

On the square, Yang Feng laughed aloud. One of his feet still trampled on Liu Changfeng's head. His bright eyes looked at Liu Tianhe and said, "do you really think I dare not trample him to death?"

Click!

Click!

After saying that, Yang Feng stepped under his feet and gradually strengthened the enemy.

"Ah ah!"

Liu Changfeng made a painful cry and was trampled on the soles of his feet like a dog.

Whew, whew, whew!

Yang Feng quickly played black spells. When the black spell seal entered Liu Changfeng's body, it took root and sprouted like a vine. A trace of black spiritual power spread like a spider's web, and there were dense cracks on Liu Changfeng's body.

"Ah ah!"

The sound of pain came again, but Liu Changfeng didn't dare to roll this time because he felt that his body was going to be broken.

"Yang Feng, stop, stop."

Boom!

Liu Tianhe drank violently, and the mighty holy Qi came like a tidal roll of seats. He was going to fight.

"Liu Tianhe, if you dare to fight, I will immediately break your son's body like glass." Yang Feng threatened.