Chapter 402: massacre

Surrounded by layers of scorching air waves, Yang Feng and Old Demon Chiyan stood there quietly, motionless.
It's just that Yang Feng's expression was calm and there was no change, but the old Chiyan Demon had dull eyes, and had long lost the previous divine light.
Especially at this time, Old Demon Chiyan's forehead, resting on Yang Feng's index finger, looked so strange. Moreover, the depth of the top is too deep, basically reaching the root position of the index finger, shouldn't it...
Gurgle!
After swallowing hard, everyone around him was sweating coldly and his back was cold.
Yang Feng ignored their expressions of fear, and just pushed the old man's body lightly, and the old man fell straight on his back, besides being puzzled, there was deep fear in his eyes.
A hole in the center of his forehead was so dazzling.
Shaking the blood on his index finger, Yang Feng took out a rag and wiped it, then threw it away, shrugged slightly, and smiled: Everyone saw it just now, but I didn’t do anything just now, I didn’t move. He ran into it himself and bumped my finger. Has any family member in his family come? Don't fool me, hahaha! "
monster!
He couldn't help but twitching fiercely. When everyone around him heard him say this, they couldn't help being even more frightened and their complexion changed drastically.
Just now everyone had seen with their own eyes, Old Chiyan Demon used all his strength to attack the hero.
Under this circumstance, even the third-order peak powerhouse of the Emperor of War should not fight hard, and should rush to avoid the front. If he could take this punch, he would already be an inexperienced powerhouse, and he would be one of the few in the entire martial arts.
However, this hero stood there motionless, and it didn't matter if the old Chiyan demon hit him with all his strength. He even used his forward inertia to directly touch his index finger. A finger pierced Old Demon Chiyan's forehead.
During the whole process, he didn't make any move, and he killed the strong generation.
What a terrifying strength this is.
First of all, its defensive power is already astonishing. In the situation of Old Demon Chiyan, he can't hurt a single hair, so who in the world can hurt him.
Thinking of this, the high-ranking Black Soul Sect finally knew why their masters were frightened and nervous when they mentioned this hero.
Seeing it now, it really was a monster against the sky.
Unexpectedly, those demons and evildoers kept stepping back in fright, while the black-clothed old man in the palace and Gandiluo walked back and forth, completely panicked. How could there be the appearance of the same hero? It became a group of frightened children.
What to do, what to do, what to do..."
Where is the king of ghosts, I hope everyone can tell me in the spirit of international friendship that is helpful to others. Otherwise... I don't like killing, please don't force me, can you? "
Yang Feng was outside the hall, and after a glance at the crowd, he asked again.
However, everyone was trembling, with a look of horror and silence.
Yang Feng's face sank slightly, and he roared suddenly: The last time I asked, where is the ghost king, if no one said anything, I'm going to kill him! "
Huh!
As soon as the voice fell, everyone raised their hands to the Wanshou Palace.
The corner of Yang Feng's mouth curled up, and he nodded very pleasedly, and praised: Good　Boy, the person who knows the current affairs is a brilliant, hahaha! "
Damn, these traitors! "
The black-clothed old man's face sank, almost crying.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng strode towards the Wanshou Palace, but a series of black shadows flashed in front of him, and shouted: If you want to hurt our master, step on our body first. "
Don't be ashamed, do you think this is difficult? "
He hushed his eyes, Yang Feng, without saying anything, directly raised a finger, pointed at the high-levels of the Black Soul Sect that swarmed like locusts, and shouted: Fireball cannon! "
Suddenly...
Suddenly, fires shot at those masters like raindrops, but before a while, they were blown into ashes, dust everywhere, not even a corpse.
The screams and howls are endless.
Slaughter, naked slaughter.
In the face of Yang Feng's powerful strength, these peerless powerhouses who ran the world on weekdays and rarely encountered rivals were just a bunch of ants at this moment.
Yang Feng was like holding a Gatling machine gun, sweeping all the murderers who were blocking the road into blood mist.
The old man in black in the hall looked at all this with blood dripping from his heart.
These are the main backbones of their Black Soul Cult, and they are all gone now.
However, he can't help it. At this moment, he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he cannot protect himself. How can he protect his subordinates?
The most important thing at the moment is how to escape from this terrifying hero.
Thinking of this, the black-clothed old man rolled his eyes and immediately glanced at the heavily wounded iron jersey, and he had an idea. Take a step forward, grab the old man, and walk to the back door: old man, hostage the old man. "
Inhumane, come with me! "
With that, the black-clothed old man called Shang Jun Buren together.
Seeing this, Jun Buren felt a joy on his face, and a warm current flowed through his heart. Unexpectedly, the master would think of himself in the end when he flees.
bump!
At this moment, there was a loud noise, and Yang Feng had already killed the hundreds of ants that stood in the way outside, broke into the door, and saw the iron suit being held by an old man in black, he immediately laughed evilly: Ghost King, Lao Tzu I finally found you, but it was not easy. Stop it, you have the right to remain silent now, but every word you say will become..."
Wanmu is here! "
call!
However, before he finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and countless green trees and vines suddenly rushed out of the ground, instantly wrapping Yang Feng inside, completely isolating him.
His face darkened, Yang Feng rolled his eyes helplessly, and shouted: Damn, Gandiro, is it you again this time? Before I finished speaking, the standard police and robber lines interrupted my improvisation before I finished speaking. It was very rude. Watching Laozi catch you and not tear your bones apart. "
bump!
With a slight wave of his hand, the entire forest in front of him collapsed immediately.
Yang Feng entered the Longevity Palace and looked around, but there were no more figures of the old man in black, Gandi Luo, Jun Buren, and Tie Zhanyi. Only the emperor with a mouthful of blood, the pale-faced four other royal priests, and the trembling Hada, hiding in a remote corner, shrank his head, only showing his big shaking.
Daxia Yang, you are finally here. "
Seeing that he had finally come to save himself, the emperor came to him in tears and complained: The old man is really not a human, you see he beat me. Whoops, Daxia Yang, they attacked the imperial city last night, why did you arrive this morning? "
Because I want to match my slogan! "
what? slogan? "
Yes, sunrise in the east, I am the most So I must fall from the sky at the time of sunrise to show the momentum of my slogan! "
Uh!
With a twitch of face, the emperor looked at Yang Feng dumbly, with a speechless expression: just because of this, have you been here for so long? "
Oh, your majesty, don't you want to be emotional. I am a hero, representing justice, so I have to be stylish when I appear on the stage, so that I can frighten the demons. Just like just now, when I played, with the rising sun as the background, did it suddenly raise my image tall and mighty? When you see me now, do you think I'm three points more handsome than usual? "
Hmm... I didn't see you being more handsome, I saw you even more owe to beat, but it is a pity that no one can beat you, alas!
Shaking his head, the emperor smiled bitterly, but he hurriedly replied, his face was stern, and anxiously said: By the way, Daxia Yang, hurry up and save the ancestor, he was taken hostage by that old demon. . "
I know, didn't I go to save him right away, but who asked you to drag me to talk so much nonsense? Otherwise, if I had this time, I would have rescued him. "
what? Then blame me? "
Does [the eighth district www.dibaquxsw.top] blame me? "
Raising his brows, Yang Feng glanced at him, the emperor shook his face and nodded brilliantly: Uh... blame me, blame me, blame me for talking too much, let's go! "