Chapter 464

Whoa, whoa!

A chicken crow sounded, and the sky in the distance turned white.

The ghost king and the high-level black spirits drank all night in the Longevity Palace. They were depressed. When they heard the harsh cry, they couldn't help shaking their bodies and muttering, "what time is it?"

"Tell your master it's time!"

"Shit, it's dawn. I've had a banquet all day. That bastard didn't come. Was he stood up? Shit!"

He bit his teeth hard. The ghost king looked angry, touched the ground, slapped the table heavily, and suddenly got up: "wait, let's go."

"General subduing the devil, the great Xia is here!"

However, as soon as his voice fell and a sharp drink sounded, the ghost King shook his body again. He hurried back to his seat again and sat up. At the same time, he glared at the bottom. Those who had been impatient and all a group of paralyzed men in the capital scolded: "why don't you sit straight for me and show your momentum? This is our home. Don't let others look down."

Ah? What kind of momentum can it have after being hung up all night?

After a night's killing, these big demons who were arrogant and high spirited at the beginning were all depressed and listless at the moment.

However, since the master had a life, they managed to straighten up, endured no yawning and straightened their spirit.

The ghost King stared at the big Tongling's eyes, stared at the gate of the palace, tried his best to show an aggressive and exposed momentum, and waited for Yang Feng to enter the door.

At the same time, Ji Shishi also stared deeply at the door, with expectations and doubts in his eyes.

Until now, she really doesn't know why such a terrible ghost king and a group of demons are so afraid of the dead ghost of her family?

Roar!

Suddenly, a dragon roared and went straight for nine days. The whole palace was constantly shaken. What's more, the senior leaders of the black soul sect were shocked. Their hearts trembled and they didn't know why.

Then, he saw a dark shadow step into the courtyard, and his behavior was calm and concise, like the arrival of the emperor of heaven. Nine golden dragons surround the body, arch guard on the side, and awe inspiring in all directions.

Yang Feng stared with his eyes. Gu Jing Bu Bo seemed to look at the world. Everything was mole ants. That lofty bearing made the people present just look at it and suddenly feel that they are small, just like a drop in the sea, which is not worth mentioning.

Never before, these powerful demons will have such a deep sense of submission from the bottom of their hearts when they see a person.

There is no doubt that this is the real imperial power. Even they are difficult to resist.

Quiet, dead quiet.

At this time, all the people present were stunned and were shocked by Yang Feng's imperial power after training for a month. Where do those black soul executives still have the slightest momentum?

It's good that they don't bow down and beg for mercy now. Even at this time, they didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of making a dragon face.

Wow, it's so handsome. I never thought that the dead ghost in my family was serious and so domineering. I really like it.

It was the first time that Ji Shishi saw Yang Feng's imperial attitude of not being angry and self powerful. Even if his eyes were full of peach blossoms, his pretty face turned red.

As for the moon, her eyes couldn't stop flashing, her heart couldn't help pounding, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and her eyes were colorful.

Sure enough, my master is the right one. This imperial demeanor has steadily killed any emperor of the top ten empires.

"Teach... Master?"

At this moment, the ghost king is already dementia, because Yang Feng's Dragon Robe is familiar to him. It is a twelve grade war soldier that only their holy fire sect leader can wear, which is equivalent to the Dragon Robe in the holy religion.

I wonder how many times he worshipped this robe and how many times he put on this Dragon Robe in his dream.

Now, when the ghost king saw this robe appear again, especially on Yang Feng, he was even more domineering, just like the leader of the sect.

The ghost King couldn't help raising his hands and wanted to kneel down, but he just raised one hand and was knocked off by his other hand.

Then, lift it up and knock it off.

He is not the leader, he is not the leader. The leader died long ago. He is a fake.

However, even though he had been warning himself in his heart, Yang Feng, after this month's etiquette training, had a great master's demeanor from inside to outside, which made the ghost King shake his God for a while. In any case, he didn't look like a fake. He couldn't help but want to kneel down.

At this moment, the momentum of the ghost king has completely dissipated. There is no qualification to clamor. It is good not to kowtow and call the Lord.

Step!

Finally, Yang Feng went to the center of the hall and stopped. His eyes flashed coldly. After glancing at the ghost King indifferently, he said in a cold voice: "bold ghost king, why don't you kneel when you see our leader!"

Wow, the sound is also textured. Why didn't I find out before that the dead ghost is so stylish when he is serious?

Hearing his deep voice, Ji Shishi couldn't help getting more intoxicated.

"The four Dharma kings of the holy fire sect, the regeneration of the ghost king, see..."

When his body shook, the ghost King trembled at Yang Feng's dignified voice. He immediately got up and wanted to pay homage, but he didn't bend down his noble old waist. He suddenly stagnated, reacted, and then looked at Yang Feng's familiar face and said angrily: "No, you're not the leader of our sect. You're a fake. Say, great Xia, where did you get your Dragon Robe? What did you do to my holy fire sect?"

"When did the holy fire cult become yours? You holy traitor, hum!"

With a cold hum, Yang Feng said proudly: "I am now the leader of the holy fire sect, supported by the two Dharma kings of the corpse king and the poison king, and witnessed by tens of thousands of believers in the general altar of the Holy Church. I have already inherited the position of the leader. If you still remember that you were the holy fire sect Dharma king, you will quickly arrest yourself and kneel down to beg for mercy, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, if you are still so stubborn, the holy fire sect will never spare you!"

"What? Great Xia Shendiao has become the leader of the sacred fire sect? Then our enemies are not just him, but a pile."

"Now, he was as powerful as a monster. Now, with the help of those old demons of the holy fire sect, he has a huge power."

"Now we have no chance of winning, alas!"

……

Shaking their heads and sighing, the top leaders of the black soul sect suddenly became more worried.

After all, they couldn't even beat Yang Feng before. Now they have directly accepted an ancient and huge organization, and they are not their opponents.

Their black soul cult has only been established for many years, and they recruit some underworld figures from all over the country. They are miscellaneous and have no organization and discipline. In short, they are miscellaneous troops.

But the Pope, who has been established for tens of thousands of years, has doctrines, beliefs, organization and discipline, clear division of labor, clear hierarchy and proper regular army.

Even if the holy fire cult is a little decadent now, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse.

Where are the people's details? If they are hard to knock, who are their opponents?

Besides, the boss of their family is just a Dharma king. This level is far from good.

I can't help but feel more pessimistic about their future