Chapter 1686

In a void, Yang Feng's lonely figure walked quickly in the flowing clouds. In this void, there was a smell of death and the power of the dead.

This is the space where the spirit emperor was sealed, but this space is very large, vast and endless.

However, Yang Feng knows that this space cannot be vast. This is the power of the Tao and Dharma of the Heavenly Emperor, but he can't touch this level of mana in his current state.

One sand, one world!

For the master of the realm of the emperor of heaven, even if it is just a grain of sand, it can turn into a world and accommodate all things.

In addition to the power of the dead, this space also gives people a feeling of lifelessness. There is no vitality and no breath of life.

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind blew by, and a breath of death followed the strong wind and surged past Yang Feng.

But Yang Feng at the moment has no feeling, because this body is not his, it is the skeleton of candle nine Yin.

However, the bones of candle nine Yin are really amazing. They can easily shuttle through the results.

Throughout the ages, there are many experts who want to enter this terrible and powerful barrier. Yang Jiuding, the father 20 years ago, and the ancient curse king all wanted to enter this barrier, but they all failed in the end.

In addition, there were many powerful experts. Their strength was even higher than their father, but they failed in the end.

Although no similar story has been handed down, Yang Feng believes that through the ages, there must be stronger experts who dream of entering here.

After looking at the void, Yang Feng quickly expressed his ideas, and his hoarse voice said, "I like it, master of Pudu gate. I'm here specially. Where are you now, ancient Lingdi?"

There was no time to look for it, so Yang Feng asked directly. If you want to look for such a big void carefully, it must take a lot of time.

But Yang Feng has no time now, because he knows that the South China Sea venerable will not last long.

"I am Yang Feng."

Yang Feng!

Yang Feng!

……

Yang Feng's hoarse voice echoed in the void again and again, but there was no voice of the spirit emperor.

In the void of the power of the dead, Yang Feng suddenly felt very lonely and cold, but it was not the cold of the body. After all, this was not his noumenon.

Heart cold!

He was worried that the spirit emperor had fallen and died in this space. If the spirit emperor died, all their efforts and efforts would be wasted.

"Spirit emperor, where are you?" Yang Feng's hoarse voice came again.

In the space of the power of the dead, his hoarse voice pervaded all directions. In this space, in addition to the power of the dead, Yang Feng also felt another breath, and this breath was very familiar, as if he had met somewhere.

Yang Feng remembered, soul river.

Yes, it is the soul river. He also felt this breath in the soul river at the beginning. It is said that one of the purposes of the emergence of the soul river is to use the power of the living soul to suppress the power of the dead.

In the soul River, the souls of thousands of people who died miserably were integrated into the river before they died, so the power generated is not the power of the dead.

Two different forces restrain and suppress each other, which is also one of the means of the emperor of heaven.

"Master Yang, you finally came. I've been waiting hard. If you don't come again, I may never see you again."

In the distant void, a faint voice came, which was very familiar. It was the voice of the spirit emperor.

"Spirit emperor."

After hearing the sound, Yang Feng was very happy, because the spirit emperor was still alive.

"Master Yang, do you feel the power of survival?" The spirit emperor asked in a faint voice.

"Yes, I have felt that in this void, in addition to the power of the dead, there is another power." Yang Feng replied.

"You follow another source, go straight ahead, and you can see me." Said the faint voice.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng quickly left in the air and turned into a streamer. He flew forward quickly. His speed was as fast as thunder, electricity and wind.

Don't wait for me!

What he needs most now is time, and what he needs most is time. Every minute delayed, there will be more danger for people outside.

The more you fly forward, the more powerful the power of the soul is. Finally, Yang Feng flies to another void.

In this void, the power of countless souls converges into a soul river.

Soul river!

Looking at the vast soul River, Yang Feng was deeply surprised, because he didn't expect that the soul River actually extended here. The soul river was choppy and murderous, and an endless evil spirit and resentment came out of the river.

No, this is not the soul river!

Yang Feng observed carefully with his mind and found the clue. Although this river is the same as the soul River, it has evil Qi and Blood River. It is not the real soul River, but the gas of the soul river. In other words, the real soul river does not lead here.

But the spirit of the outside river is the essence of the blood River, which forms the second soul river.

Looking at the river below, Yang fenglang said, "Lingdi, where are you?"

WOW!

The water of the blood River surged. Then, a white shadow appeared in the red river. This man had no body and body, but was made of energy. He was not an oriental face. He was a bit like a Western Paladin with high nose and blue eyes. His dark blue eyes were like ghosts.

He is the spirit emperor, one of the five emperors in ancient times.

Yang Feng remembered that someone once said that among the five emperors in ancient times, Ling Di was not Chinese, but came from the world outside the wilderness. As for where he came from, there was no detailed record, so there was no way to verify it. Yang Feng didn't take it seriously when he heard about it at that time.

But at this moment, after seeing the spirit emperor with his own eyes and determining that the great man who was one of the five emperors in ancient times was not a Chinese, Yang Feng was a little lost. Perhaps in his heart, he hoped that every peerless strong man was a Chinese.

"Boy, are you very disappointed to see me?" In the soul River, the majestic voice of the spirit emperor came.

"I have also heard that you are not an oriental face, Lingdi." Yang Feng replied.

In the blood soul, the spirit emperor said solemnly: "boy, I am also a person in this world, a person in Zhuxia mainland, and one of the five emperors who want to protect all sentient beings. This is enough."

"Yes, that's enough."

Yang Feng said with a sigh of regret, why pay attention to so much? As long as the spirit emperor is dedicated to the people, wants to save all sentient beings, and wants to be one with himself, everything else is not important. The Heavenly Emperor is the face of Oriental people, but he goes against the trend and regards all sentient beings in the world as mole ants. What can even Chinese people do?

In the blood River, the spirit emperor continued: "moreover, in ancient times, everyone was the descendants of Nuwa. Only after ancient times, it evolved over a long period of time, so there were countless excesses, and because of different geography and environment, ethnic groups were divided."

This is true. It is said that the earliest ancestors of mankind came out of Africa and then distributed all over the world.

"Spirit emperor, I want any ability to rescue you?" Yang Feng asked.

"Boy, you always ask serious questions. Your soul goes out of the body, leaves the bones of candle nine Yin, and then throws the bones into the blood river. In this way, I can come out. But remember, your soul must not touch the spirit of the soul River, otherwise you will die. I have been trapped here for 100000 years. If there was no energy body, I have long died in this soul river. " The spirit emperor's dignified voice came.

Unexpectedly, the spirit of the soul river is so powerful and terrible. Once his soul contacts the evil spirit, he will die.

If this sentence came from someone else's mouth, Yang Feng would not believe it, but from the mouth of Lingdi, he had to believe it.

"OK, I'll put the bones of candle Jiuyin into the soul river."

Yang Feng nodded and was ready to take action, but he hesitated slightly, because in the mausoleum space, Zhu Jiuyin said that after rescuing the spirit emperor, this skeleton is still useful. As long as you find a yecha family and use this skeleton to regenerate, the other side can touch his merit and become a saint.

Wouldn't it be a pity if the skeleton was put into the soul River and eroded by the endless evil Qi.

"Boy, don't hesitate. You underestimate the skeleton of the great God of candle nine Yin. In this world, nothing can hurt him except the emperor of heaven, including me." Lingdi's dignified way.

Yang Feng feels that he has lost a lot, and rescuing the spirit emperor is the top priority. In the outside world, the God Ni of the South China Sea is still fighting with the water god Heifeng. Saint Laurent, the master and the teacher are still fighting with the strong people at the gate of life and death. He even cares about the bones.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng's soul quickly left the bones of candle nine Yin, and then condensed a body, a transparent figure, appeared above the soul river. This transparent figure is Yang Feng himself, but it is condensed by soul energy, so its strength is not as good as that of the body.

Hoo!

When Yang Feng waved, a white light surged in his hand, wrapped the bones of candle Jiuyin, and quickly entered the blood river.

WOW!

After Bai Sensen's bones entered the blood River, the endless evil Qi and blood red Qi quickly dispersed around. These evil Qi, blood and resentment dare not approach the bones of candle nine Yin. They are worthy of being the head of the ten gods and people who hope to become the six emperors.

Even if it falls, this skeleton is as important as a treasure.

"Ha ha!"

In the blood River, the spirit emperor's domineering laughter came and said: "God, 100000 years ago, when you suppressed me, you once said that in this life and this life, until I completely disappear, it is impossible to have a chance to leave this world, but you are wrong. Today, my spirit emperor is about to leave this world and fight with you again."

World War I!

Above the blood River, under this void, the laughter of the spirit emperor was like a tide.

100000 years!

For a hundred thousand years, he has been suppressed here. I thought it would never be possible to get out of this world, but today he is about to have the opportunity to leave, and he also has the opportunity to fight with the Heavenly Emperor again, so the spirit emperor is excited.