C1076 The power of the Edicts of Doom!

Ye Qingfeng didn't know how much longer the road ahead was, but he knew that the more strange threads inside the fog that coiled themselves around Saint Dragon and the other two, then it was extremely possible that the three of them would die here, possibly due to stalling their way through.

"The power of the Edicts of Misfortune?" In his previous life, he'd come into contact with this type of power of laws.

"These white silk threads are inside the fog, maybe it's because I am using the power of merits and am not tainted by the rules of misfortune, but as for Su Su, maybe because I am too weak, I am too young, and am not worth looking at."

Ye Qingfeng looked at the three of them and said, "Let's rest here for now."

It was fine to fly, but there was a special rule in the mountain road, it was impossible to fly. Furthermore, he was of the holy dragon race and had a strong self-recovery ability as well as healing technique, so flying was useless. The injury to his leg was just enough to lessen the pain.

Ye Qingfeng sat cross-legged and combed through the large amount of memories in his mind, recalling how he had to face the enemies with the rules of doom in his previous life.

He still remembered, that was one of the Evil Gods that he met in the battle for the Milky Way galaxy's main star ghost eye star.

It had eight huge claws and a terrifying tentacle face. As long as people looked at it, any life form whose strength was lower than its would be burnt to ashes, and even if people did not look at it, the strange power of doom emitted from the body of the Evil God would cause all kinds of living beings to die in short periods of time!

At that time, Ye Qingfeng almost died there.

He carefully recalled all the memories from the past, and a smile appeared on his face after a long time.

The best way to restrain bad luck was to make yourself happy, try it out with happiness, luck, and other pleasures, as well as working with the Light Evasion.

"Ancestor, Xiao Man, Ancestor, do you guys know how to sing songs? The rhythm is best to be cheerful. "

"Big Brother Feng, I know the Celestial Fox song, I sing it well!" Su Su adorably asked as she moved her ears which were surrounded by a pink outer ring of brown and yellow antlers.

Ye Qingfeng laughed: "Su Su, it's useless to sing it."

chief of the barbarians said: "Young master, I can recite the God of Berserkers' Blessings. It's a very blissful and encouraging song."

"Very good. Ancestor, where are the rest of you?"

White Robe Sword Saint laughed, "The rhythm of my voice is simple."

Saint Dragon looked embarrassed: "I am, your majesty Dragon Soul, why do you want to sing? This old man doesn't know how to. "

"Ancestor, if you do not wish to break your leg, then immediately learn some cheerful songs from the ancestor."

"Fine." With this matter of life and death, the Saint Dragon could not care about anything else.

In the following hour, the veins on White Robe Sword Saint's forehead bulged, and he held his forehead helplessly.

"Xiao Feng, let's change to another person's teachings. Senior Sheng Long is really..." It's not really a big deal, but it's really a sad song. "

Ye Qingfeng was helpless. Within an hour, the 40 minutes of bereavement had successfully made the dragon blood flourish and the Saint Dragon, who had a terrifying immunity, sneeze and catch a cold.

The power of the Edicts of Misfortune was that terrifying!

"Forget it, Patriarch. Let me teach you!"

20 minutes later, Ye Qingfeng patted Old Sacred Dragon's shoulder and laughed: "Ancestor, it's fine if you don't sing well, but you can sing happily!"

"Alright!"

"Then, close your eyes and feel my aura all the way. Follow me."

"Begin!" With that said, Ye Qingfeng made Su Su close his eyes and also closed them. Resplendent golden light blossomed on his palms, like a sun rising into the sky.

The Golden Light Curse! Shine the world!

"Magic Power of Love Spins..." The noisy and happy voice of the Saint Dragon almost drowned out the song of God of Berserkers' Blessing sung by the loudest chief of the barbarians, causing the White Robe Sword Saint to almost shut up and kill him.

After a few minutes, the effect was surprisingly good. Saint Dragon who was lame had recovered, his whole body was comfortable, and the surrounding fog had dissipated.

The three of them were pleasantly surprised. In the past few minutes, they didn't encounter any more bad luck!