Chapter 535: Second Generation Saint Ancestor

The soul-soul robe, according to legend, is an earth-level magic weapon worn by the holy fire sect's first founding ancestor, which is absolutely flame defense. All the attacks on the holy ancestors will turn into ashes and disappear in smoke under the hot flames of the holy robe.
Only since the first generation, this magic weapon has completely disappeared from the world, and no one behind the leader has appreciated the power of this magic weapon, which can be said to be a legendary existence.
But what I never expected was that today this saint robe regained its glory again.
For the holy fire cultists, this is no different from the holy holy artifact that is even more sacred than the Naha dragon robe.
This is not only determined by the power of magic weapon, but also by history and cause.
Naha Dragon Robe is at most man-made twelfth-grade defensive soldiers, passed down from the 33rd generation of leaders. But this heart-soul robe was left by the first generation leader, an earth-level magic weapon, and heaven and earth were born.
No matter how you look at it, this heart-soul robe can better represent the majesty of the Holy Fire.
Compared with that, the Ghost King suddenly felt that the Tyrannosaurus robe he was wearing now was much lower.
Why? Why can he inherit the things of the ancestor? The old man even had to exchange the robe of the leader to get it? I am not convinced, I am not satisfied..."
Muttering in his mouth, the ghost king stared at the little sun in the sky, dying of jealousy.
Yang Feng curled his mouth in disdain, and ignored him. Holding the bodies of Yun Zhan and Duguhai, he slowly fell to the ground, patted their shoulders and said: Hurry up and stay away, I'm going to do it! "
Yes! "
Nodded obediently, the two were full of confidence in Yang Feng.
But at this moment, swish and swish, black tree trunks are like spears, shooting fiercely at Yang Feng, looking at it, there are hundreds of thousands of them, and the body still exudes a gurgling black air. .
Seeing this, Yun Zhan couldn't help screaming: Yang Feng, be careful! "
Without speaking, a disdainful smile crossed the corner of Yang Feng's mouth, ready to make a move, but before he could move, he swish, three figures flew over to him, making all moves.
Lieyang Crazy Dragon Fist! "
Crescent moon flying cloud cut! "
Star Killing the Emperor Technique! "
Boom boom boom...
A series of explosions came one after another, smashing all the hundreds of thousands of branches into debris, and smoke and dust surrounded. When the smoke dissipated, three indifferent figures appeared in front of Yang Feng to guard.
A big man, a teenager, and a young girl, with cold light in his eyes, expressionless.
Wow, who are these three people? Actually smashed the hundreds of thousands of black soul spears instantly. With such strength, I'm afraid I can make it into the top ten in the world, but why haven't you heard of it before?
Seeing this scene, the group of martial arts masters who had never seen the world were stunned again.
The Poison King and the others clenched their hands, tears filled their eyes with excitement: Is it possible that these three are..."
Guarding the current leader, the three strange waiters of the sun, moon and stars? "
The body shook, the ghost king couldn't help gritting his teeth.
Although he is very reluctant to admit that Yang Feng, a stranger, can become the leader of the Holy Fire in such a short period of time, which he has worked hard for more than 100 years.
But facts speak louder than words. Yang Feng now has all the conditions for becoming a leader, with the holy fire in his hand, the holy robe, and the personal guard of the leader, and the Sanqi waiter goes out for protection.
Under this circumstance, if he wasn't a serious leader, who would be the leader?
It's just a fragile little heart of the King of Ghosts, even if it is broken into pieces by this iron-like fact, he still refuses, just refuses...
The corners of his mouth slumped slightly, and the ghost king cried aggrievedly.
Yang Feng grinned, looked at the three bodyguards, and teased him: Ouch, did the three of you catch up so quickly? Ha ha ha..."
Master, you don’t speak credit! "With a cold face, the Japanese messenger murmured.
Raising his brows, Yang Feng gave a dry smile: Why am I not trusting? Don't talk nonsense about this, I am the master of a religion, a person with an ID card. "
You just don't talk about credit. "
The face was still indifferent, and the messenger said lightly that day: He said he was ready to go in and buy a piece of clothing and then left, but he turned his head and slipped through the back door and flew away. We chased you for most of the day, and we almost failed to protect you personally. We were dereliction of duty. "
Whoops, am I in a hurry? I forgot to say hello to you, not on purpose, hehe! "
Yang Feng raised his head and slapped haha, smiling brightly, but the three waiters still had cold faces.
Yun Zhan and other people who were familiar with Yang Feng immediately rolled their eyes and shook their heads with a laugh.
Do they still understand his personality? The ghost believes that he didn't mean it!
Only the ghost king, now almost driven crazy by this fact, roared: No, you are not the leader of this religion, I don't believe it. Your holy fire and holy robes are stolen, the three waiters of the sun, moon and stars, you found someone to pretend to be. You deliberately blamed me, right, hum. Yang Feng, your scheming is too deep, you actually use this method to fight a psychological war with me, the old man will not be fooled, never! "
Psychological warfare? "
Turning his eyelids, Yang Feng looked at the ghost king with contempt and shouted: I want to clean up you, do I need to use psychological warfare? Humph, well, since you don't believe it, the leader of this book will succeed on the spot to show you. Old poison, it seems that you still have a grand coronation ceremony for the leader. Let’s start now. "
what? it's here? "
Yes, right here! "
The Poison King was taken aback for a moment, and he made a sound of doubt. Yang Feng's face was calm, and he nodded, and the flame on his body shook violently and burned violently.
At the same time, flame shadows lined up on two sides and stood along Yang Feng.
The Poison King and the others looked intently, and they couldn't help being shocked: Soul leader, Ouyang leader, this is..."
Dad? "
The ghost king also twitched his cheeks, directly scared.
He never expected that he would be able to see his father again in his lifetime, even though this father was already a ghost.
Ignoring this rebellious son, Hun Tianfang looked calm, and stood at the end of the line of heroes with Ouyang Feiying.
Could it be...this is the heroic spirit of the past cult leaders? "
Raising his hand and counting carefully, it was exactly thirty-six. Excluding the holy ancestor, it was the remaining thirty-six leaders of the sect. The Poison King blinked his eyes blankly, already shocked by this incredible scene.
The rest of the Holy Fire cultists were even more shocked that their jaws were about to fall to the ground.
They can't believe that one day they will see the ghosts of the past cult leaders.
Start! "
Immediately afterwards, but hearing Yang Feng's sigh, the Sanqi waiter immediately faced him and knelt down, his face in awe.
The two columns of leaders and heroic spirits also bowed and knelt on one knee, with rare piousness in their eyes.
Seeing this scene, the followers of the Holy Fire could not help but be stunned again: Why did the past leaders, Xianling, bow down to the 38th generation of leaders? Isn't this a mess of generations? "
Yes, if he is really the thirty-eighth generation leader, it is indeed a mess. But what is going on now seems to be the coronation ceremony of the second generation saint ancestor. He is not a leader, but a holy ancestor! "
With an exclamation, the poison king seemed to understand something instantly.
Hearing his words, all the church members present were dumbfounded, and their tongues almost flashed out.
The second generation saint ancestor is one level higher than the leader. Except for the first founding ancestor, no one has ever reached a position. Unexpectedly, it appeared here in the 38th generation leader.
This……
For a while, everyone was dumbfounded, including the old guys like Poison King.
The King of Ghosts even twitched, and wailed in pain.
Why all the good things belong to others, not mine...