Chapter 535

The heart and soul robe is said to be a ground level magic weapon worn by the founder of the flame sect. It is absolutely fire defense. All attacks on the holy ancestor will be turned into ashes and dissipated under the hot flame of the holy robe.

However, since the early generation, this magic weapon has completely disappeared from the world. No one behind the cult leader has appreciated the power of this magic weapon, which can be said to exist in legend.

But what I never expected was that the robe was shining again today.

For the members of the holy fire sect, this is nothing more sacred than the Dragon Robe.

This is not only determined by the power of magic weapons, but also by history and causes.

NABA Dragon Robe is at most an artificial twelve grade defensive soldier, which has been passed down from the thirty-three generations of sect leaders. However, this holy robe of heart and soul was left by the early religious leaders. It is a magic weapon at the prefecture level, and heaven and earth are generated.

No matter how you look at it, this soul robe can better represent the majesty of the holy fire sect.

Compared with it, the ghost king suddenly felt that the Dragon Robe he was wearing was much lower.

"Why? Why can he inherit the things of the holy ancestor? I can only get the leader's Robe by exchanging with others? I disagree, I disagree..."

Murmuring in his mouth, the ghost King stared at the little sun in the sky and was jealous to death.

Yang Feng disdained and ignored him. Holding the bodies of Yun Zhan and Dugu Hai, Yang Feng slowly fell to the ground, patted them on the shoulder and said, "stay away from me, I'm going to do it!"

"Yes!"

Obediently nodded, and they were full of confidence in Yang Feng.

But just then, swish swish, black trunks shot at Yang Feng like spears. Looking at it, there were hundreds of thousands of black gas.

Seeing this, Yun Zhan couldn't help screaming: "Yang Feng, be careful!"

Without speaking, Yang Feng flashed a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth and was ready to make a move, but he hadn't waited for him to move. Swish swish, three figures suddenly flew to him and made moves together.

"Hot sun dragon fist!"

"The curved moon and flying clouds cut!"

"The stars kill the emperor!"

Boom, boom

A series of explosions broke out one after another, smashing all the hundreds of thousands of branches into debris and swirling with smoke and dust. When the smoke dispersed, three indifferent figures appeared in front of Yang Feng.

A big man, a young man and a young girl had cold eyes and expressionless faces.

Wow, who are these three people? It smashed the hundreds of thousands of black soul spears in an instant. With such strength, I'm afraid I can enter the top ten in the world. But why haven't I heard of it before?

Seeing this scene, those Wulin experts who had never seen anything in the world were stunned again.

The poison King tightened their hands and tears filled their eyes: "is it difficult, these three are..."

"The waiter of sun, moon and star who guards the sect leader of this generation?"

As soon as the body shook, the ghost King couldn't stop biting his teeth.

Although he was reluctant to admit that Yang Feng, a stranger, could become the leader of the sacred fire church he had worked hard for more than 100 years in such a short time.

But facts speak louder than words. Now Yang Feng has all the conditions to become the leader. The holy fire is in hand, the holy robe is added, the leader's personal guard and Sanqi waiter are protected.

In this case, if he were not a serious 800 leader, who would be the leader?

It's just a fragile little heart of the ghost king. Even if he was shattered by this iron fact, he still refused to accept, just refused to accept

The corners of his mouth were slightly shriveled, and the ghost king was about to cry.

Yang Feng grinned, looked at the three bodyguards and joked: "Oh, you three caught up so soon? Ha ha..."

"Master, you don't keep your word!" murmured the Japanese messenger with a cold face.

When Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, he said with a dry smile, "where am I not trustworthy? Don't talk nonsense. I'm the leader of a religion and I have an ID card."

"You just don't keep your word."

His face was still indifferent. On that day, the messenger said faintly, "we agreed to go in and buy a dress. As a result, we slipped through the back door and flew away. We chased you for most of the day and almost failed to protect you. It was a dereliction of duty."

"Ouch, I'm in a hurry. I forgot to say hello to you. I didn't mean to. Hey, hey!"

Yang Feng looks up and laughs, but the three waiters are still cold.

Yunzhan and other people who knew Yang Feng immediately rolled their eyes and shook their heads with a smile.

His personality, they don't understand? The devil believes he didn't mean it!

Only the ghost king, now driven crazy by this fact, roared: "No, you're not the leader of our sect. I don't believe it. Your holy flame and holy robe were stolen. You asked someone to pretend to be the waiter of the sun, moon and star. You deliberately deceived me, didn't you, hem. Yang Feng, you have too deep a mind. You actually use this method to fight psychological warfare with me. I won't be fooled, never!"

"Psychological warfare?"

With his eyelids turned, Yang Feng looked contemptuously at the ghost king and shouted, "do you need psychological warfare to clean you up? Hum, well, since you don't believe it, the leader will take over the throne and show you. Old poison, you seem to need a grand coronation ceremony from the leader. Let's start now."

"Ah? Here?"

"Yes, right here!"

The poison king was stunned and made a sound of doubt. Yang Feng looked calm and nodded. The flame on his body suddenly shook and burned violently.

At the same time, false shadows of flames were divided into two sides and stood along Yang Feng.

When the poison king looked at them, they couldn't help but be shocked: "soul sect leader, Ouyang sect leader, this is..."

"Daddy?"

The ghost king was also shameless and scared silly directly.

He never expected to see his father again in his lifetime, although he was already a ghost.

Ignoring the villain, soul Tianfang looked calm and stood at the end of the heroic team with Ouyang flying eagle.

"Is it difficult... Is this the spirit of the past leaders of our religion?"

He raised his hand and counted carefully. There were exactly thirty-six. Excluding the holy ancestors, there were the remaining thirty-six leaders of the church. The poison King blinked in a daze. He was dazed by the incredible scene.

The rest of the holy flame sect were so frightened that their chin almost fell to the ground.

They can't believe that one day, they will meet the ghosts of the past leaders of our church.

"Start!"

Then, hearing Yang Feng's weak drink, the Sanqi waiter immediately faced him, knelt down and looked in awe.

The two rows of religious leaders and heroes also bowed one by one, kneeling on one knee, with rare piety in their eyes.

Looking at this scene, the followers of the holy fire sect were stunned again: "why did the ancestors of previous generations bow down to the 38th generation of religious leaders? Isn't this a mess of generations?"

"Yes, if he is really the 38th generation leader, it would really confuse the generation. But now it seems that it is the coronation ceremony of the second generation of saints. He is not a leader, but a saint!"

With a scream, the poison King seemed to understand something in an instant.

Hearing his words, all the believers present were stunned and their tongues flashed out.

The second generation of saints is one level higher than the leader. No one has ever reached a position except the first generation of Founder saints. Unexpectedly, it appeared here in the 38th generation of leader.

This

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, including the poison king.

The ghost King's face twitched, and he was about to cry out in pain.

Why all the good things are other people's, not mine