Yecha!
In the cold hall, LAN Xuelong was burning with anxiety. If he used a word to describe his mood at the moment, it was too late to regret. If he knew so, he would not let Yang Feng come forward to solve the matter. It was not only ineffective, but also counterproductive.
"Little friend, why are you doing this? You''re pulling hatred for my yecha family. You can''t kill anyone anymore." LAN Xuelong said anxiously.
"Ha ha!"
Heimu, who was lying on the ground, laughed and said, "old pig and dog, you regret that you can''t come now. You have offended the saint. The saint will send more strong people and even come in person to destroy everyone of your yecha family. You''ll wait to die and kill the family."
"This!"
LAN Xuelong took a breath. He could imagine the end and ending.
decadent!
Regret!
fear!
For a time, many emotions surged into LAN Xuelong''s heartache one by one.
Yang Feng trampled on heimusi''s head, looked down at him and said, "I hate being threatened most, so you will die."
"Ha ha!"
Heimu sneered and said, "boy, if you kill me, the sage will not only destroy you, but also the LAN blood dragon and the whole yecha family."
Click!
Click!
Yang Feng stepped on heimusi''s head.
"Ah ah!"
Because of the extreme pain, Blackwood hissed a sad cry and said, "boy, who are you and why dare to fight with the saint? If you have seed, let me go back."
Looking at the man coldly, Yang Feng said coldly, "you don''t have to use a fierce method to me and tell you a secret."
"What secret?" Blackwood hissed.
Yang Feng used his mind, and his voice reached heimusi''s soul and said, "in fact, I''m the master of Purdue gate, Yang Feng."
Because he uses the idea to transmit sound, LAN Xuelong and LAN lver can''t hear it.
"What!"
Heimu hissed and said, "you are..."
"Die."
Click!
Yang Feng crushed heimusi''s head and didn''t give the other party a chance to make a sound.
Heimusi, die!
At the moment before his death, he knew that Zhang Sannai was Yang Feng, the master of the Purdue gate, who dared to resist the emperor of heaven. Although he knew, it was too late.
"Xiaoyou, you... You..."
LAN Xuelong wanted to be angry, but he felt dizzy, so he couldn''t stand stably and wanted to faint.
"Patriarch!"
LAN lver immediately held him and said anxiously, "are you okay?"
After shaking his head, LAN Xuelong barely woke up, looked at Yang Feng and said, "little friend, you have made a big mistake. You killed several of the saints'' men. This matter will be immediately transmitted to the saints'' hall. Once the saints know this, they will be furious. They will bring their men to kill us and our people."
Finally, the word "ah" was dragged by LAN Xuelong for a long time, which shows how helpless and afraid he is at the moment.
"Ha ha!"
Yang Feng smiled and said, "clan leader LAN, you don''t have to worry. Today is the 10000 birthday of little sage Liu Tianhe, so I''m going to give him a gift. Please go and prepare it for me."
"Gift!"
LAN Xuelong smiled bitterly. He said, "the sage above knows how many gifts he has. He won''t appreciate our mere gifts. No matter what gifts we give him, it won''t help."
"My gift is very special. I guarantee his satisfaction." Yang Feng said.
"What gift?"
LAN Xuelong is really curious about what gift can satisfy the sage, but even if there is a gift that can satisfy the sage, he can''t take it out.
"Coffin!"
Pooh!
When Yang Feng said these two words, LAN Xuelong was startled and said, "little friend, you didn''t joke about me. Don''t you think the door behind you has roots with the saint? Why did you send him a coffin? Do you want to hate me and frame us?"
"Clan leader LAN, I have killed heimusi and the five experts, so I have offended the sage. To be honest, the sect behind me has no origin with Liu Tianhe, but has hatred, but I am willing to help you yecha people deal with Liu Tianhe together." Yang Feng said seriously.
"You..."
LAN Xuelong only felt powerless for a while and felt that he had been Yin. If he had known, he would not believe the young man.
"Clan leader LAN, it''s done now. It''s no use regretting now. And you must have seen my strength just now. The twelve strong yuan God is still like an ant in front of me and was easily trampled to death by me. Therefore, except me, no one in your yecha clan can compete with the little sage, but if I do it, You Yasha people may still have some chance of winning. " Yang Feng said seriously.
LAN lver hesitated for a moment, and then said to LAN Xuelong: "clan leader, brother Zhang''s words are also reasonable. He is really strong. He trampled on heimu hiss with one foot and roared, killing five yuan gods and eleven masters. Such strength can really defeat the small holy land. In my yecha family, no one can defeat the little sage except brother Zhang."
"This, this is a big deal."
LAN Xuelong hesitated and said, "in ancient times, our family gambled twice, but both failed. We can''t fail the third time."
In ancient times, the yecha family gambled twice on the family luck. Their ancestors followed the Qing emperor and the Ling emperor against the Heavenly Emperor, but both lost. Therefore, LAN Xuelong dared not gamble this time because he was afraid of the yecha family and was buried in his hands. Although the pigs and dogs of his family are not as good as now, he can at least live.
If you lose this bet, the yecha clan will really be finished.
"Patriarch, but do we have a choice?" LAN lver asked.
After hesitating for a while, LAN Xuelong shook his head helplessly and said, "just, just, it seems that all this is God''s will. In that case, I''ll bet on the third victory of my yecha family. Anyway, people in my family are not as good as living pigs and dogs. What''s the difference between death and death?"
"Clan leader LAN, don''t worry. Please believe me. I won''t let you down. You will be proud of this gamble." Yang Feng promised.
"Alas!"
After sighing, LAN Xuelong turned around. He wanted to prepare a coffin for the saint. He just didn''t know whether this coffin was prepared for the saint or for his yecha family.
"Brother Zhang, fairy Roland, I''ll comfort the patriarch."
After leaving this sentence, LAN lver turned and left.
Yang Feng plans to go to the sage hall, level the sage hall, enter the demon spirit mountain, find the demon spirit pearl, and relieve the curse of the yecha family and the curse of the ancient curse country. As there was still some time, Yang Feng returned to the room to rest, because LAN Xuelong needed some time to prepare the coffin.
When he entered the room, Liu Changfeng, trapped in the room, began to shout loudly.
"Boy, let me out, let me out."
He was stunned by Yang Feng''s slap just now. When he woke up, he found himself trapped in a secret room, so he called loudly.
Whoosh!
Yang Feng''s consciousness moved and gave Liu Changfeng a slap.
"Boy, I''m the son of a saint. How dare you treat me like this. My father will destroy you." In the room, Liu Changfeng said angrily.
Pop!
Yang Feng slapped back, hit him heavily in the face and said dismissively, "is that all you have? I thought you had some new lines."
Madder, he''s tired of hearing these nonsense again and again.
After a slap, Liu Changfeng covered his face and looked at Yang Feng angrily and wrongly. He is the son of a saint and has always been superior to others. But today, he was so humiliated by a person of unknown origin. What''s more annoying is that he didn''t know each other''s identity.
"Boy, my father is a saint..."
Pop!
Yang Feng slapped Liu Changfeng on the ground again. He said impatiently, "this line is not fresh. Don''t worry. I''ll get your father and son together soon."
Sitting in the room, Yang Feng pondered how to deal with Liu Tianhe. It is difficult to defeat a saint. If you want to kill him, it is even more difficult, because the saint has the place of origin. Once in danger, you can return to the place of origin as long as you open the transmission space of the place of origin.
In the previous battle of Kunlun, although he defeated the little sage Si Zhongheng, the other party still ran away calmly, so he thought of a way to trap Liu Tianhe and kill him. He couldn''t let the other party escape. Compared with Si Zhongheng, Yang Feng hated Liu Tianhe more.
Because he has been in charge of the yecha clan for 20 years and killed tens of millions of people of his mother clan, he must die.
"Yes!"
Yang Feng smiled faintly and finally thought of a way.
Bang bang!
Outside the house, there was a slight knock on the door.
"Please come in." Yang Feng whispered.
Creak!
When the door opened, Saint Laurent slowly entered the room and said, "Yang Feng, your grandfather has prepared the coffin. Can we start?"
"OK, let''s go, but you don''t have to go if you stay." Yang Feng said seriously.
"Why?" Asked Saint Laurent.
Yang Feng said: "the sage is very strong. Although Liu Tianhe is only a little sage, his strength must be stronger than Si Zhongheng, otherwise he will not be sent by the emperor of heaven to take charge here, so I''m not sure to defeat him. I don''t want you to take risks."
Saint Laurent smiled and said, "Yang Feng, have you forgotten that I am also a member of the yecha family."
Yang Feng forgot such an important thing. Saint Laurent is indeed a member of the yecha family.
"I really forgot that you are also a yecha." Yang Feng said.
Alas!
Saint Laurent sighed and said, "I''m ashamed. Although I''m also a member of the yecha family, I lived in the outside world since I was a child, so I don''t know anything about the family."
"Yes!"
Yang Feng nodded slightly. Since Saint Laurent grew up in the outside world, she didn''t know about the yecha people, and no one knew her identity as a yecha people, because she had been hiding her identity.
In particular, before entering the city gate, Saint Laurent also asked LAN luer why Liu Tianhe didn''t escape here and enter the holy city, since Liu Tianhe wanted to arrest 100000 people. In fact, she really didn''t know. After the battle of jiuchongtian and the rebellion of the eight kings, the yecha clan lost contact with the outside world.
Saint Laurent never returned to her family again. It''s not that she doesn''t want to help the people, but that she is only the head of the eight kings and has limited ability.
"So I have to stand up and go to the saint hall with you this time, otherwise I will be ashamed of my family. After all, as a member of my family, I have never done anything for my family." Saint Laurent said seriously.
"Well, since you want to go, go with me."
After a few words of communication, the two left the room, and the goal of their trip was the sage hall!
However, it is really ridiculous that this place, which has gathered countless wronged souls, should be turned into a saint''s hall.