Chapter 1910

Kunlun Holy Land!

Yang Feng holds the dragon oil lamp in his hand and quietly listens to the sound of the war drum.

Crackle!

Crackle!

There was a crackling sound in the dark blue flame of the dragon oil lamp. It was a magic weapon left by sang Yanggong. I just don't know where my father Yang Jiuding got the mysterious dragon oil lamp.

Boom!

Bang bang!

The sound of Kui Niu war drum is getting farther and farther away and gradually disappears in the world, but Yang Feng knows that it is because the pure heavenly army of the Heavenly Emperor has been infinitely close to the Wuwei sea, so the sound of Kui Niu war drum gradually disappears on the earth of China.

"Yang Feng, the emperor of heaven has gone to Wuwang sea." Gulu golden elephant said seriously.

"Master, what should we do?" Feng Dong asked.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Feng smiled and turned to look at the crowd. The dignified voice said, "prepare sacrificial offerings and altars. I will sacrifice to the ancestors of the sky, the earth and China. Then I will go to the Wuwei sea and join hands with Dong Xuan to deal with the emperor of heaven and yan'e, then kill shangqingtian and save the two ancestors and the military master's sister-in-law Baiyue."

"Yes!"

Feng Dong nodded respectfully, then ordered: "prepare sacrificial offerings, altar."

Those masters immediately and quickly prepared for all this. These strong men of Purdue gate were not afraid of going to war with the emperor of heaven. On the contrary, their faces showed an excited look, because they finally waited for this day.

Live or die!

Whether to become the overlord of China or disappear in China depends on this war.

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind blows. In the strong wind, Yang Feng's deep eyes look into the depths of the void. He knows very well that if he wants to save sister-in-law Baiyue and the two ancestors, he must clear the sky. Otherwise, it is impossible to expect the snow shadow to release people or order the emperor of heaven to release people.

"This war is related to the survival of our Purdue gate." On the battle platform, Yang Feng lowered his head slightly and muttered to himself.

.....

And now!

On that day, there was a strong army and a terrible expert group in the sky. These strong people were all members of Qingjing sky. Of course, there were many people who were once under the command of the emperor of heaven, but they all belonged to the members of Xueying supervision.

Tens of thousands of masters are flying in the deep air. The strong and domineering murderous spirit is shown on everyone's face. Such a strong and so many masters are enough to sweep the whole mainland of China and rewrite the history of China.

In front of the army like a tidal wave, several people were flying in the front, and two of them were the emperor of heaven and Yan E.

"Ha ha ha!"

In the void, Yan e gave a pleasant laugh and said, "Your Majesty, I didn't expect that you were so persistent that you drove all the strong men in Qingjing sky to fight against Dongxuan."

"Hum!"

The Heavenly Emperor snorted coldly and bullied his airway: "Dong Xuan is just a martial fool. He doesn't respect the emperor, doesn't respect my pure sky as orthodoxy, and openly opposes my pure sky. If I don't fight against him, wouldn't it appear that my pure sky is not China's orthodoxy?"

"Ha ha, that's, that's."

Yan e smiled casually and said, "the snow shadow venerable of the pure sky has the world tree given by Nu Wa. The pure sky is orthodox. Therefore, all people and forces on the mainland of China must obey the orders of the pure sky, otherwise they will be attacked."

In fact, Yan e is also a little unhappy. The pure sky has become the master of China by virtue of the world tree, and Xueying can even command his Lord God Jiang. Not only that, the emperor of heaven always gives orders to him by virtue of the world tree, so he has long been dissatisfied.

In this world war, the emperor wanted to use him to drag him into the abyss, but Yan e had his own plan for a long time.

"Without me, there will be no China. Therefore, all those who do not obey me in China will be destroyed."

All out!

All out!

With a wave of the emperor's big hand, the domineering voice spread around like the sound of a Hong bell.

Yan Erpi smiled and said, "Your Majesty, but as far as I know, Yang Feng, the leader of the Pudu gate, did not obey the order of the pure sky. Not only that, he also killed the people you sent to proclaim."

"Hum!"

The Heavenly Emperor smiled coldly, his mouth turned up slightly, and said: "just Yang Feng, just a passing role. I'm going to fight against Dong Xuan. I'm sure he will come and join Dong Xuan's camp. But it's good. I'll kill them together, so as not to make it very troublesome to kill them one by one."

For some reason, Yan e felt that the emperor of heaven seemed to have changed. He was more domineering and confident than before. Once, although the emperor of heaven was also domineering and confident, he was not as arrogant and confident as he is today.

In fact, what Yan e is most dissatisfied with is not that the emperor of heaven can lead so many strong people and claim to be a Chinese orthodoxy. What he hates most is that the dove occupies the magpie's nest. As early as ancient times, he followed emperor Jiang and Pangu to fight against the demon army for the sake of the human race.

But later, with the advent of ancient times, after the emergence of the emperor of heaven, he became the emperor of China, and their ancient emperors retreated one after another. If it comes to the merits and virtues established for the human race, his merits and virtues are no less than the emperor of heaven, or even worse.

But because he is not a man of the same era, he unexpectedly.

In the void, the emperor of heaven looked at the mighty army behind him, so he waved at will. AI Hu's loud voice immediately spread all over the sky and said, "Your Majesty has orders to speed up the flight. After reaching the Wuwei sea, you can directly destroy the cave."

Miedongxuan!

Miedongxuan!

AI Hu's voice, like rolling thunder, constantly spread around.

"Yes!"

The tens of thousands of masters nodded at the same time, and then sped away in the direction of Wuwu sea in front of them at the fastest speed.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Emperor like stars, a powerful murderous spirit burst out. He clenched his fist and bullied his airway: "Dongxuan, end it, everything is over. In the past 100000 years, I have dealt with you in many ways. I am tired of such days."

......

The whole mainland of China is filled with a layer of cloud, but the cloud has no impact on ordinary people. Only those strong people can feel the existence of the cloud.

In the Purdue gate, Yang Feng, holding a Xuanyuan sword, walked step by step towards the altar.

The wind is blowing!

White clouds are surging!

Under the sky, Yang Feng's tiny body is as tall as Mount Tai. Many experts of the sect stand around the altar and quietly look at him and their powerful sect leader.

Step, step!

In the wind, Yang Feng's heavy footsteps clearly spread to everyone's ears.

a step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

Yang Feng walked slowly for nine steps and then stood on the altar. At the moment, his breath is different from that in the past. It is sacred and powerful, profound and unpredictable. There is a momentum of self-respect in the world. In the process of climbing the altar step by step, Yang Feng's consciousness emerged many past events.

Since the establishment of the sect, they have suffered countless crises and experienced countless battles.

The battle of the Imperial City, the battle of Kunlun, the battle of the soul River, etc. I don't know how many people have been sacrificed and how many brothers have been killed and injured in this battle. He can achieve today's success because people from countless sects use their lives to pave the way for him.

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind kept blowing. In the wind, Feng Dong and others quietly looked at Yang Feng without saying a word, but their hearts were very heavy, because they were the same as Yang Feng at the moment. Today's achievements were really hard won, hard won.

Step!

When the last footsteps of Yang Feng came, he went to the altar and stood under the altar.

Above, there are three cups of wine, countless fruits and various sacrificial offerings. Looking at the altar, Yang Feng's mood is very complex, because he has forgotten how many times he paid homage to the sky and earth this time, but he knows that every time he paid homage to the sky and earth, it is because something big has happened.

"Boss!"

Below the altar, Zhang Wu waved his fist and shouted.

"Big brother!" Xiao Hei also gave a cry.

"Door master!"

"Door master!"

Subsequently, many experts of Pudu gate also shouted one after another. The calls and cries represented their aspirations and also vented their inner depression, reluctance and anger. Although they destroyed countless forces of the Heavenly Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor is still alive today.

Even though these forces such as the gate of life and death, the liudao palace and the magistrate's house have been destroyed, from beginning to end, their sect leader has never fought a decisive battle with the emperor of heaven. In fact, they don't know whether the sect leader Yang Feng can defeat the emperor of heaven.

But one thing they know very well is that they must fight.

battle!

battle!

This is the only way to live and the only choice for Purdue gate.

You see, the dragon oil lamp is still burning a blue flame. You see, the dragon oil lamp is still not extinguished.

In the call of the crowd, Yang Feng slowly raised his hand, while the members of the Purdue gate quieted down one after another. They knew that the door master Yang Feng was going to pay a memorial.

The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and the warriors are safe. Yang Feng on the altar suddenly has a feeling of pride. These members below are not only his subordinates, but also his brothers, but also their warriors. With these people, why don't we worry about great things.

Whew!

Suddenly, Yang Fengqi became a soldier. A small dagger gently cut his fingers. Then, the drop of fresh blood was exposed in his wine glass. After slowly lifting the wine glass, Yang Feng looked at the sky in awe. He was always in awe of the stars and the sky.

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of Kui Niu's war drum, which gradually disappeared, still spread to Yang Feng's ears like thunder. It was not only the sound of war drum, but also the voice of the emperor of heaven declaring war on himself and Dong Xuan.

Quiet!

Silence, silence of all things!

On the altar, people saw with their own eyes that Yang Feng's great body knelt slowly. He wanted to kneel to the sky and pray to heaven.