Chapter 1667

"The emperor of heaven will not perish, and heaven and earth will not be tranquil. The gods of the heavens will bless our Shenzhou and protect our summers."

Yang Feng's loud voice, like the sound of a long ancient bell, spread from the cave to the mountains outside, and then spread to the yecha people through the mountains.

Yecha!

In the ancient cities, on the streets and towers, thousands of people knelt down one after another and made the sound of longing.

"Protect China and my people."

"God, protect me, protect my people. My people have been cursed for a long time, endless years. Please protect the gods."

"Pray for the protection of the gods."

In this gray world, the yearning voices of countless people gathered into a river, surging towards the magic spirit mountain. 100000 years ago, their ancestors of yecha family followed the Qing emperor and the spirit emperor against the Heavenly Emperor, but failed twice.

From then on, the yecha family not only fell sharply, but also two wild ten gods fell, and were cursed.

Over the past 100000 years, the yecha people have suffered from the pain of curse. Over the past 100000 years, they have lived in this gray world and endured the torture of the dark abyss. Today, Yang Feng is finally going to bring them hope and light.

"God, bless China and protect my people."

Thousands of yearning voices are gathering together.

......

And now!

In the second world, in the ancient mantra country, the wind filled the building and stood on the wall. He danced in white and exuded the breath of the strong. He slowly stretched out his hand and made the action of embracing the earth with both hands, as if he were enjoying the breeze and sensing the change of the world.

"King."

An expert strode forward and saluted respectfully, "you seem to be in a good mood today."

After the death of the ancient curse king, Yang Feng made a comeback. Because of the ancient curse king, he let Feng manlou serve as the king of the ancient curse country.

"Shh!"

Feng manlou stretched out a finger and gently put it on his mouth to indicate that the man was quiet.

The man didn't dare to speak, but he was curious about why the king fengmanlou was so happy. It's unprecedented. Since the death of the ancient curse king, although fengmanlou became the king here, he didn't smile from beginning to end.

After looking at this man, Feng manlou whispered, "listen to the wind."

"The wind!"

The man listened carefully, but it wasn't just the wind.

"Listen again, the voice from the wind." The wind filled the building and continued to whisper.

The man listened carefully, then looked very happy and said, "king, king, I heard it. It seems that it's the voice of the yecha people in the underground world. That's their voice, that's their voice, ha ha."

"Ha ha!"

Feng manlou smiled happily and said, "yes, that's their voice, and it's also our voice. The curse of my ancient curse country comes from the continuation of the magic spirit holy pearl of yecha family. If I guess right, it must be the sect leader in yecha family, ready to lift the curse."

"Ha ha, king, that's good news."

The men laughed excitedly. The curse of their ancient curse country was tens of millions of years later than that of the yecha family, and it was not as powerful as that of the yecha family. Because the curse of the yecha family would halve the longevity of each generation, but they cursed thousands of people in the ancient curse country, but everyone would have defects.

"God bless China, God bless our ancient curse country."

Boom!

Suddenly, the wind filled the building and stood on the wall, shouting and roaring.

His voice was loud and sudden, so the man was startled and hurried back.

"God bless China, God bless our ancient curse country."

Feng manlou shouted loudly and waved his hands. At the moment, he didn't have the demeanor of a king or a master.

After the man was startled, he immediately waved his hands and shouted, "God bless China, God bless my ancient curse country."

God bless China, God bless our ancient curse country.

......

Then, thousands of voices appeared at the same time in the whole ancient mantra country. These cries, like a flood, spread across the world and filled the sky. I don't know how many years, I don't know how many years, there was no such excited voice in the ancient mantra country.

This is the voice they long for, the voice that countless generations have long longed for.

......

In the first world, on the Kunlun Mountain, in the luxuriant grass, the God Ni of the South China Sea stands in front of a tomb.

WOW!

The cold wind blew, and the vegetation in front of the tomb swayed one after another. The lonely tomb was engraved with lines of words on the white stone tablet.

"The late Qing emperor disciple, the tomb of Wutong leaf..."

This is Wutong Wutong's tomb. In the battle of Kunlun, she fell down and died in the hands of black phoenix. However, during that war, the Wutong leaves destroyed their lives, broke out the energy of the Qing emperor in her body, fought with Heifeng, and destroyed it, but the Indus leaf paid its life cost.

"Alas!"

Incapable of action, "God Nei sighed," he gently touched the white stone tablet. "Wutong Ye Zun", I am sorry, I can not help the poor. I can only help you collect corpses and set up the tomb for you. In your life, you rise in Kunlun and fall in Kunlun. Your most brilliant battle in this life is in Kunlun, but the first World War is also in Kunlun, so after you die, Let's bury it in Kunlun. "

In fact, in the lifetime of Wutong leaves, whether it rises or falls, it is in Kunlun. After meeting the green emperor, she came to Kunlun and began to practice and rise here. However, she spent the last war and the last moment of her life in Kunlun.

"God bless my Yasha clan!"

"God bless my ancient curse country!"

.......

In the distant wind, the sound of the water came and spread to Kunlun, and spread all over the continent. When hearing this sound like the tide, the God of the South China Sea smiled and looked at the solitary grave. "Wutong Ye Zun, you have heard it. You heard it. It's the yusk people and the voice of the ancient cursed people. Yang Feng is going to break the curse. He is going to break the curse. "

To break the curse!

On the Kunlun Mountains, in the breeze, the excited and laughing voice of the South China Sea God Ni gradually goes away with the breeze.

Yang Feng cracked the curse in the yecha family. The cheering voice of thousands of people spread all over the land of China. Not only in the first world, but also in the second world, but also with all the people in the third world and even the fourth world.

.....

And now!

Yecha clan, in the huge cave, Yang Feng's dead prayer beads burst into light, and the powerful power of ideas competed with the emperor's ideas. When the voice like the tide came, and the voice of thousands of people came, the power of dead prayer beads soared several times in an instant.

The wishes of all living beings of the yecha family, the wishes of all living beings in the ancient mantra country, and thousands of beliefs and voices quickly surge into the dead prayer beads.

Boom!

The death rosary beads radiated golden light and powerful mysterious power, and finally broke the curse in the magic pearl.

The emperor's consciousness disappeared. After all, his consciousness was left over 100000 years ago, so it was not as powerful as obedience. Therefore, under the death Rosary and the voice of thousands of people, the emperor's idea finally disappeared.

"Mole ants, emperor, I will kill you."

After leaving this sentence, the breath of the emperor of heaven in the dead Rosary completely disappeared.

Yang Feng was also sweating. On his forehead, sweat beads kept falling.

Yang Feng almost fell to the ground after his body faltered.

"Yang Feng."

Saint Laurent and LAN blood dragon rushed up quickly, held him and asked, "are you okay?"

"It's all right. Just have a rest."

Yang Feng only felt that his body was overdrawn because he had consumed too much physical strength just now. However, at the next moment, a mysterious force directly penetrated the mountain from the sky, entered the cave and blessed Yang Feng's body. This is the holy light from heaven.

The curse disappeared, and his life had no defects. Moreover, he contacted the curse and made merit. Therefore, the heaven sent holy light and let Yang Feng become a saint

In the holy light, Yang Feng's majestic figure, like a mighty God, quietly absorbs the holy light and holy Qi. At the moment, he is also so holy, like a peerless saint, with both the heart of a king and the ambition to universal all living beings, and a feeling of being holy inside and king outside.

"Yang Feng!"

Saint Laurent and LAN Xuelong shouted excitedly, because the curse was not only lifted, but also Yang Feng was about to be promoted to Saint, so they were very happy.

"Ha ha!"

In the cave, LAN Xuelong smiled happily and said, "good, good, good, indeed, God bless our family, God bless our family."

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And now!

In the yecha family, the gray sky is gradually clear, and the smell of curse is gradually disappearing at the moment.

In the streets, streets and corners, tens of thousands of yecha people cheered and danced excitedly.

"Thank God."

"Thank you, sect leader Yang."

The people of yecha clan knelt down on the ground one after another and cheered constantly. The curse that tortured them for generations has finally disappeared today. They are no longer worried about being exterminated. All the credit comes from one person, Yang Feng, the son of LAN Jiuye of the clan.

If there were no Yang Feng, their yecha clan would disappear.

Not only thousands of yecha people, but also all living beings cheered, but also the people of the ancient mantra country cheered and shouted, knelt down on the ground, shouted to thank God, as well as the leader of the Yang clan.

.....

Yecha!

In that void, the little Saint Si Zhongheng, Lei Zu and a group of experts were flying quickly. They looked up at the sky and saw a holy light galloping down from the sky. After they were shrouded in the magic mountain, their looks changed greatly and their eyes were cold.

"No, Yang Feng broke the curse and is about to become a saint. It seems that Liu Tianhe is dead." Leizu said anxiously.