Chapter 1708

In the void, Yang Feng has black hair and lofty feelings. With their promotion and strength, the sect will have two more experts.

"Feng Dong can also become a quasi saint. It's really unreasonable."

Zhang Wu is a little envious and jealous. He has always wanted to be the Deputy sect leader and want to replace Feng Dong, but he is now deeply desperate.

Because the gap between him and Feng Dong is getting wider and wider. How can it be replaced?

"Zhang Wu, in the Yellow Emperor's space, you absorbed the soul energy of the Yellow Emperor, so you have a bright future. If you are willing to practice hard, one day in the future, you will become a quasi saint or even a saint." Yang Feng said seriously.

"Boss, are you serious? Didn't you lie to me? "

Zhang Wu danced excitedly because he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to become a quasi saint, or even a saint level master.

"Boss, I never cheat you. As long as you practice hard, you will become a quasi saint or even a saint level master one day."

It is true that Yang Feng did not deceive Zhang Wu.

Because Zhang Wu absorbed the soul energy of the Yellow Emperor and touched the merits and virtues of the Yellow Emperor. Although he only touched a small part of his merits and virtues, it was enough for him to become a quasi saint or even be promoted to a saint.

Hearing Yang Feng's words, Zhang Wu said excitedly, "don't worry, boss. I will practice hard. I must become a quasi saint and a saint level master."

"Brother, what about me? Do I have a chance to be a saint?" Xiao Hei asked curiously.

"You are a dragon. No, you are a worm. A worm can't be a saint." Zhang Wu hit.

However, Xiao Hei at the moment just wants to know whether he can become a saint in the future, so he is not in the mood to pay attention to Zhang Wu, otherwise he would have done it with his character.

"Xiao Hei, you are a dragon, so I don't know whether you can become a saint in the future. However, the great God candle Jiuyin in ancient times finally surpasses the saint. I believe that one day in the future, you will become the supreme power and an expert above the saint like candle Jiuyin." Yang Feng said.

"Brother, as long as I can become a saint and an expert like candle Jiuyin, I will fight side by side with you and deal with the emperor of heaven." Xiao Hei said excitedly.

Yang Feng shook his head bitterly, which was as difficult as heaven.

Throughout the ages, in the whole 100000 years, only four people have reached the realm of candle nine Yin and become masters of that realm.

These four people are the Qing emperor, the Yellow Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor and the spirit emperor. As for the Yan Emperor, although he became an emperor and produced an imperial seal, his strength is far less than that of the candle nine Yin.

Among the five emperors, Emperor Yan has the weakest strength. Because he is dedicated to medicine and produces the emperor seal with the heart of hanging a pot to help the world, his cultivation strength is not very strong.

"Xiao Hei, Zhang Wu, let's go back to Kunlun quickly." Yang Feng ordered.

……

And now!

In a void, Ling Tiangang looked at Kunlun Mountain in the distance with hundreds of masters under his command.

Boom!

Boom!

On the Kunlun Mountain, two powerful air waves roll the holy Qi, like a golden dragon, soaring into the sky.

"Lord, look, there is holy Qi on Kunlun Mountain, and there are still two ways." One of his men pointed to Kunlun in the distance and looked shocked.

Pop!

Ling Tiangang slapped back and beat the man out heavily.

The other disciples were surprised. What happened to the patriarch? Why did he get so angry and beat him all the time.

"Am I blind, my lord? Do you need your reminder?" After beating the man out, Ling Tiangang said coldly.

He was in a bad mood, but these men made a fuss, as if they had never seen the world.

"Yes, Lord, I'm wrong."

The man stood silently with his head down. He knew that the patriarch was in a bad mood, so he wanted to get angry and find someone to vent his anger.

Those other masters stood far behind Ling Tiangang. No one dared to come forward or approach. They didn't want to be a vent.

Alas!

One general was incompetent and exhausted the three armies. It was because of the incompetence of the patriarch Ling Tiangang that hundreds of them went out. They not only failed, but also became a vent.

Boom!

Boom!

On the Kunlun Mountain in the distance, the two powerful holy Qi and the powerful breath spread out like a storm.

Although separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, even separated by distant time and space, the powerful holy Qi is still unimpeded.

Ling Tiangang is envious and jealous. Pudu gate will have two more masters, two more quasi saints and even saints.

But at the same time, Ling Tiangang secretly rejoiced that he was defeated by Yang Feng today and vowed not to join the gentry life and death camp.

Otherwise, once the war starts, the winner is still unknown.

……

In the gate of life and death, Murong Tian stood on the dark palace. In the strong wind and under the flowing clouds, his black hair fluttered rapidly in the wind.

Looking at Kunlun with deep eyes, Murong was murderous. There were two top-level experts in Pudu gate, which was not good news for him.

"In fact, all this has long been expected. Yang Feng destroyed Liu Tianhe and got the sacred heart in the yecha family, and then got the bones of candle nine Yin in the Wanlong abyss. Therefore, two quasi saints or saint level masters will appear in his sect."

The old man wearing a bronze mask walked in the air, and his body exuded a mysterious smell.

This old man is the high priest of the gate of life and death. He has a high status in the gate of life and death. His status and reputation exceed Wu zhaitian, the original leader of the gate, and even Yang Jiuding.

Because whether it was Yang Jiuding or later Wu zhaitian, their position as the executive sect leader did not last long.

But this old man is different. He has been a high priest in the gate of life and death for hundreds of years.

Because of his long-term sacrifice to heaven and earth and communication with mysterious forces, he has special magical powers.

"It's just a Purdue gate. Even two more quasi saints or even Saint level masters can't threaten my life and death gate." Murong said faintly.

"It's hard to predict the outcome of this war. It's unpredictable. We have to guard against it." The high priest said seriously.

"At noon tomorrow, I will use my strength to prove to you that I will use my strength to let you know that the so-called Providence is useless. Fate is in my hands, not by providence."

Murong Tian doesn't believe in Providence at all. What he cares about most is strength, because in his concept of life, as long as his own strength is strong, what is providence?

"Ling Tiangang of the Yin Yang sect was defeated by Yang Feng, and he promised that he would never join hands with our life and death sect to deal with the Pudu gate. Therefore, the Yin Yang sect can't count on the battle at noon tomorrow." Said the high priest.

"He is just a waste. At best, he is cannon fodder. Even if he is neutral, he still has no impact on the combat effectiveness of our life and death gate."

Whoosh!

At the end of his speech, Murong Tian's figure disappeared in place, as if integrated with the jiuzhong mountain in front of him.

But the most strange thing is that when he disappeared, the nine mountains were full of vitality, like nine dragons circling on the earth, as if they were going to rise in the air.

"Alas!"

Looking at Murong Tian's disappeared back and the jiuzhong mountain, the high priest sighed helplessly and muttered, "if you don't believe in the will of heaven, you will regret it."

……

At this moment, in the first world, countless sect experts, all families and strong forces are looking in one direction, Kunlun Holy Land!

Thousands of masters know that Purdue gate is about to give birth to two quasi saints or saint level masters. While these sects are afraid, they are also jealous because Purdue gate has been promoted too fast. In just a few years, they have made such high achievements.

Not only has Yang Feng become a saint level master, but now there are two more quasi saints, or saint level strong people. In just a few years, Pudu gate has risen step by step from a small sect to a sect, killing the five generals and Wu Zha Tian.

Such achievements and achievements have never appeared in the past ten thousand years.

In a sect, outside the vermilion gate, a group of experts looked at the distance and said excitedly, "Purdue gate is really going to rise."

"Cut, this sect has long risen. Yang Feng has long been a saint level master. He destroyed Wu Zhetian, the little sage Si Zhongheng, Liu Tianhe and Lei Zu. Not only that, he also rescued the spirit emperor and destroyed the water god Heifeng. Therefore, even without the promotion of those two people, the achievements of Purdue gate now surpass countless sects." A strong man envied.

"Yes, yes, if our sect can also have such achievements as Purdue gate, we will be honored."

"Alas!"

The remaining disciples shook their heads and sighed that their sect would never become a Purdue sect and reach the status of Yang Feng sect, because their sect leader was a gambler.

"What are you arguing about?"

Just as these experts were talking, a dignified voice came from the gate. Then, an old man walked out with his hands on his back.

"Door master!"

"Door master!"

These masters bowed and greeted one after another. Then a disciple respectfully said, "sect leader, there are two smells of being promoted to quasi saint in the Kunlun. Because the martial brothers are excited, the movement is a little loud."

"What, there are two people in Purdue gate who want to be promoted to quasi saint."

The old man looked anxiously at the direction of Kunlun. Sure enough, he really saw two powerful holy Qi in the air of Kunlun in the distance. It was someone who wanted to be promoted to quasi saint, and they were still two.

"It's over, it's over, it's over."

The old man stamped his feet anxiously.

Many disciples looked at the old man. They wondered why the leader was so anxious. Two people in Purdue wanted to be promoted to quasi saint, which had nothing to do with their sect.

The old man said anxiously, "I bet people that the Pudu gate will be defeated in the battle at noon tomorrow, but they have two more quasi saints, even saints. I'm sure I'll lose this time. I'll lose everything."

"Alas!"

Looking at the gambler master, a group of disciples shook their heads helplessly. The leaders of other people's schools were all thinking about the future of their disciples and the development of their schools, so they used all their resources and money to train their disciples, but their leaders gambled with a little family background. It's really unfortunate to have such a master and such a leader.

"Leader, don't worry. There are so many strong people in the life and death sect, especially Murong Tian, who is a strong man at the middle holy level. It is said that their elder who has been a high priest for more than a hundred years has appeared this time. Therefore, even if there are two more experts in the Purdue sect, he may not be the opponent of the life and death sect." A disciple comforted.

"I hope so, otherwise I'll really lose my money as a teacher." The old man said painfully.

The news of two quasi saints or saints about to appear in Purdue gate spread all over China like lightning. For a time, all forces in the first world were boiling.

And now!

Yang Feng returned to Kunlun with Zhang Wu and Xiao Hei.