The person who was once high above suddenly fell to this point, and Wu Zhetian couldn''t accept it.
"You owe my mother this sword. If it weren''t for your axe, my mother wouldn''t die." After a sword, Yang Feng''s voice came.
Whew!
Another golden sword flashed across, and another wound appeared on Wu Zhetian''s body.
"It''s true that you owe su."
In the original battle of soul River, Su really died with great momentum and earth shaking.
I am the descendant of the Yellow Emperor!
I am the descendant of the Yellow Emperor!
Su really roared before he died, and then the blood basked in the soul river. At the moment before he died, he worried that the world would forget himself, so he roared.
Whew!
Another golden sword Qi crossed Wu Zhetian''s body, and a wound appeared again.
"You owe this sword to many experts of Pudu gate."
"Ha ha!"
Wu Zhetian lay on the ground and laughed with hatred, "Yang Feng, even if you kill me, your dead men can''t live."
Whew!
Yang Feng cut off with a sword in the air again, and the golden sword awn penetrated Wu Zhetian''s body.
"You owe these innocent people."
Looking at Wu Zhetian, Yang Feng said coldly, "even if I''m wrong, even if I''m wrong at Purdue gate, what''s wrong with thousands of innocent people? Why do you want to kill them?"
Thinking of the millions of innocent people who died, Yang Feng felt heartache. It was thousands of lives.
Thinking of the countless bones and the scenes of blood flowing into the river, Yang Feng felt heartache. How cruel it is that so many people died innocently.
"Ha ha!"
Wu Zhetian continued to laugh loudly and said, "Yang Feng, the millions of people are just millions of mole ants. Would you feel guilty if you killed millions of mole ants?"
In Wu Zhetian''s eyes, the tens of thousands of people he brutally killed were just tens of thousands of mole ants.
"OK, OK."
Yang Feng was extremely angry. Holding Xuanyuan sword in his hand, he stood beside Wu Zhetian and said angrily, "since in your eyes, thousands of people are just thousands of mole ants, I''ll cut off your head and let you apologize to the world."
"Yang Feng, I''m the executive leader of the gate of life and death. If you kill me, the emperor of heaven will not let you go." Wu Zha Tian hates Tao.
"You threaten me with the emperor of heaven. If I am afraid of the emperor of heaven, I dare not resist your door of life and death."
Although Wu Zhetian moved out of the Heavenly Emperor, Yang Feng was still not afraid.
"It''s over, it''s all over."
Whew!
The Xuanyuan sword in Yang Feng''s hand quickly cut off Wu Zhetian''s head.
Hoo Hoo!
When the wind blew, the cold breath and the fear of death poured into Wu Zha''s heart one by one.
"No, no..."
In the cold wind, Wu Zhetian''s unwilling voice came. He roared loudly and roared loudly.
"Yang Feng, you can''t kill me, you can''t kill me."
Although Wu Zhetian roared loudly, Yang Feng''s cold sword Qi still galloped down in the air.
A golden light lit up Wu Zhetian''s face. Under the sword light, Wu Zhetian seemed to return to his life.
From an ordinary person, he became an expert, a strong man of the gate of life and death, and then became the head of the gate of life and death.
He once had supreme power, he once issued countless orders, and thousands of people died miserably because of his orders one by one.
At that time, he felt that he was the greatest man in the world, had the power to live and kill, and could do whatever he wanted.
But until this moment, when he was about to die under Yang Feng''s sword, Wu Zhetian felt that his life was like a dream.
But the dream was too long and beautiful, so when this moment was about to break, he couldn''t accept it.
Boom!
At the moment when Wu Zhetian''s Xuanyuan sword was about to cut off Wu Zhetian''s head, a light appeared in the void, and then a soft breath gently blocked Yang Feng''s Xuanyuan sword.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Wu Zhetian disappeared in front of Yang Feng.
I saw a white light in the void ahead. It seemed that it was not a light, but a person.
But the other party''s whole body emits white light and is shrouded in light.
WOW!
After the light dissipated, a strange man appeared in Yang Feng''s sight. The other party was about forty years old, but he was actually very short. It was estimated that he was only about one meter five.
It''s a dwarf!
However, the dwarf appeared in front of him, but Yang Feng didn''t dare to look down, because he could feel that the other party was terrible, and the soft light, like the sun, seemed to be inexhaustible.
Who is the other party?
Yang Feng has never seen this person, but he feels very mysterious. He is an unfathomable holy master. The holy breath is like the arrival of Ten Thousand Buddhas. It seems that the holy breath of the heavens is blessed on this person. In the gate of life and death, it is really a strong man like clouds.
"Boy, you are so brave that you want to kill the sect leader of my life and death sect."
The man stood in the void and looked at Yang Feng with cold eyes. Although his voice was small, it was full of magic.
"Little saint, he is Yang Feng, the leader of Purdue gate. He is always against my life and Death Gate, and has killed many experts of my life and death gate. Little saint, you must kill him instead of me." Wu Zhetian begged.
Hum!
With a cold hum, the dwarf threw Wu Zhetian in the void on the ground.
Boom!
There was another loud noise. Poor Wu Zhetian hit the ground again. He was scarred. At the moment, his injury is more serious.
"It''s useless. The emperor of heaven asked you to hold the gate of life and death. You can''t even deal with a Yang Feng."
Wu Zhetian dared not speak and lay on the ground, and the earth dared not go out.
"Yang Feng, he is the little Saint Si Zhongheng." In Yang Feng''s consciousness, the sound of Gollum golden elephant came.
Si Zhongheng!
Yang Feng shook his head, saying he had never heard of it.
"This man is a strong man in the little holy land. He is Si Zhongheng, the weakest of the six immortals in the gate of life and death. After all, he is a strong man in the little holy land, so his strength is extremely strong. You are in danger. Go quickly." The Gollum golden elephant said anxiously.
Run!
Yang Feng really didn''t think that he was also the strong one of the twelve aspects of the yuan God. How could he see a strong one in the little holy land and run away, and his spirit pulse was still here. If he ran away, once his spirit pulse was destroyed by the little saint, there was no hope of promotion in his life.
"Yang Feng, you must not underestimate the strong in the little holy realm. The experts in this realm have at least lived for tens of thousands of years. In the past 100000 years, the strong in the holy realm has only been born hundreds, with an average of one in a thousand years. Even if you are the twelve strong of the yuan God, you are not his opponent." The Gollum golden elephant was worried.
Hoo Hoo!
In the strong wind, Yang Feng held Xuanyuan sword tightly and ran away without fighting. This is not his style.
And in order to protect the spirit vein, he must fight to the death.
Gollum Golden Elephant continued: "in the realm of Yuanshen, those peerless geniuses may be able to use the cultivation of Yuanshen''s ten fold to fight against the strong ones of Yuanshen''s twelve fold. For example, if you go all out and use all the means when you are in Yuanshen''s ten fold, you can also deal with the strong ones of Yuanshen''s twelve fold, but the small holy realm is different. Even if it is a peerless genius, you can''t fight against the small holy experts when you are in Yuanshen''s twelve fold."
"Ha ha ha!"
Wu Zhetian, who was lying on the ground, laughed proudly and said, "Yang Feng, you are dead. My little saint of life and death, Si Zhongheng, has arrived. Don''t you want to kill me? In front of the little saint, even if you give you ten courage, you don''t dare to kill me."
"Then go to hell."
Whew!
Boom!
The Xuanyuan sword in Yang Feng''s hand quickly cut out, and a long golden dragon galloped out with open teeth and claws.
"Little saint, help me."
Wu Zhetian shouted anxiously. He knew Yang Feng''s strength.
"Bold!"
Whoosh!
The little sage Si Zhongheng roared and rolled his long sleeves. A gentle force blocked Yang Feng''s powerful sword Qi.
Dang!
A crisp voice came, and Xuanyuan sword bombarded the soft power, as if on gold foil, flooding with a trace of golden light.
How strong!
Yang Feng looked dignified and worthy of being a strong man in the small holy land. A soft light at will blocked his sword spirit. If the other party broke out with all his strength, I don''t know how terrible it would be.
"Little saint, kill Yang Feng." Wu Zha Tian hates Tao.
Whoosh!
In the long sleeved flying room, Si Zhongheng took Wu Zhetian to his side and stood in the empty air, but he didn''t use the breath of the small holy land to treat Wu Zhetian''s serious injuries. Maybe he didn''t want to waste his real Qi, so he didn''t want to fight.
"Little saint, look, Yang Feng''s spirit pulse is ten thousand meters long." Wu Zhetian was jealous.
Si Zhongheng also found the spiritual pulse below. He was also extremely jealous and said, "boy, your spiritual pulse is really long. It even has ten thousand meters. When I was promoted to the little Holy Land ten thousand years ago, my spiritual pulse was only five hundred meters, but your spiritual pulse is not only ten thousand meters long, but also within a hundred miles, it has returned to spring and flowers are in full bloom. It seems that your opportunity is very deep."
At this point, the little Saint Si Zhongheng continued to be jealous and said, "unfortunately, you will die today. People like you who have strange images will have endless future troubles once they grow up in the future."
"Little saint, can you capture Yang Feng''s spiritual pulse for your use?" Wu Zhetian asked.
"No."
Si Zhongheng shook his head and said, "promoting Xiaosheng requires personal opportunities and merit, which can''t be won."
To be a saint requires merit and opportunity.
Yang Feng established Purdue gate and saved countless people. Therefore, he has merit and virtue and has the opportunity to be promoted to Xiaosheng under various opportunities.
As for Si Zhongheng and the other five sage masters of the gate of life and death, they once had merit and virtue. Perhaps they will have questions. Since the gate of life and death went against the trend, why do these people still have merit and virtue? In fact, many strong people may want to benefit the world on their way of growth, but later changed.
For example, before the rise of the Heavenly Emperor, he also wanted to establish a country, and then benefit one side like the green emperor and the Yellow Emperor. However, after his achievements, he began to treat all sentient beings indifferently.
"Alas, it''s a pity. If I can seize this seat, I must live this great opportunity." Wu zhaitian regretted.
In the void, Si Zhongheng looked at Yang Feng coldly and said darkly, "boy, I think you are young and ignorant. If you are willing to kneel down and abandon your accomplishments, I can let you go and save your life."
"No, little saint."
Wu Zhetian was anxious and hurriedly said, "Yang Feng must die. You must kill him. This man can''t stay."
Pop!
A loud slap in the face came. It turned out that the little Saint had shot, slapped Wu Zhetian and said, "shut up, the master speaks. How can you object?"
"Yes, yes."
In the void, Wu Zhetian bowed deeply and bent down, but there was a hint of killing in his eyes. He was the executive sect leader and a powerful man. He was slapped in the face by the little saint. It was a great shame.