Chapter 536: Batch unprint

kneel! "
The Poison King yelled loudly, and all the holy flame cultists all knelt down to Yang Feng, their faces were pious, and they were chanting the teachings of this teaching in a soft voice.
The raging fire burns my remains; how happy is life, and why die..."
The solemn chanting sounded in one piece, resounding through the sky.
When the people around heard it, they were unconsciously infected by this holy voice, and began to murmur along with it.
In an instant, all the voices merged into one, forming a very strange force. It seems that in the recitation of this doctrine, everyone has added a bit of courage, and is no longer timid about the horror of the ghost king.
Not only the holy fire sect, but also the martial arts masters of various sects, Dugu and Yelu army.
Even within the Black Soul Sect, some people started to recite unconsciously.
The blazing sacred fire, burn my remains..."
Snapped!
However, as soon as this voice came out, a senior Black Soul Sect slapped the person severely and cursed: Shut up, we belong to the Black Soul Sect, not the Holy Fire Sect. Why do you recite their teachings? "
The corners of the man's mouth were flat, and he did not dare to echo, but he had to say that at this time, the doctrine of the Holy Flame was not spread in people's ears, but in people's hearts.
It not only eases people's inner fears, but also gives people the courage to move forward.
In this sincere recitation, Yang Feng's eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and he walks lightly along the avenue lined by the thirty-six Holy Flame leaders.
Every time they took a step, when they passed the two heroic spirits around them, they instantly turned into two flames and flew around along the top of Yang Feng's head.
Yang Feng just walked step by step, walking very slowly, but very calmly, as if an emperor was walking towards his own throne.
When he completely passed through the thirty-six masters, all the heroic spirits of the masters disappeared, only thirty-six fire lights flickering above his head.
In the end, the thirty-six flames suddenly condensed in the middle, and suddenly turned into a flame crown, floating on top of Yang Feng's head.
At this time, a miracle happened.
Behind Yang Feng, a huge phantom appeared, with golden flames exuding all over his body, and a cloak of flames behind his back.
When the Poison King saw it, his voice trembled with excitement: Yes...it's the holy ancestor heroic spirit! "
What, even Saint Ancestor Ying Ling came out to help him? "
The ghost king also trembled, clenching his fists inconceivably.
why? Why is God so fortunate to give him all the good things, but never leave me a copy!
The followers of the Holy Fire sect were crying excitedly.
The first generation of holy ancestors appeared, a miracle that has never appeared in the entire history of the holy religion. Unexpectedly, our generation of believers can see it, it's really dead and no regrets, oooooo.
No, all the old ghosts in the Holy Fire Sacred Tomb have all been dispatched, this...
Not far away, a black shadow watched all this, shaking his body unceasingly. After thinking for a while, he sighed helplessly.
Originally, according to the script, this battle should have been won by Soul Regeneration, but this change was too fast. Who knew that all the ghosts of the leaders of the Holy Flame would be dispatched.
No way, I can't help you either, goodbye, alas!
With a squirm, the black shadow disappeared.
Not paying attention to the astonishing gazes of the people around, the ancestor gently lifted the flame crown composed of past leaders with both hands, and slowly placed it on Yang Feng’s, accompanied by the higher and higher chanting of the entire Holy Flame. Overhead.
Wow!
In an instant, Yang Feng's entire head burned, his hair turned into flames, golden light flashed in his eyes, and the flame saint robe was draped in his back.
Looking around, the entire Vulcan came to the world, and wherever he looked, he was full of domineering and majestic. Regardless of the schools, big or small, no one of ordinary people has the courage to look at him.
The hot temperature was more than ten times higher than before, causing the previously arrogant Black Soul Tree to shrink back timidly.
Seeing this scene, everyone seemed to be dreaming.
If the ghost king had just descended from the devil and brought fear to everyone here, then Yang Feng would obviously have descended from the heavens to relieve the suffering of the world.
A decisive battle between gods and demons finally arrived.
This teaching protects the Dharma King, the Poison King and the Dead King listen to orders! "
Subordinates are here! "
Yang Feng sighed, majestic and domineering, and the two poison kings hurriedly bowed down.
Evacuate everyone here immediately and try to remove the dead body. After a while, the battle between this seat and the rebirth of soul is bound to be earth-shattering, and it is difficult to take care of everything. This seat does not want to desecrate the corpses of fellow martial arts and military generals who came here for the country and the people. "
Yes! "
Yang Feng was about to deal with the ghost king formally now, but he did not forget to sell a wave of favors to those martial arts people, and immediately moved them to tears.
This Guru Yang is so benevolent and righteous, and even the corpses of the sacrificed martial arts priests are not forgotten. It's really a heroic style.
The poison kings paid a solemn respect, and immediately organized the troops, evacuated the crowd, and rescued the wounded and corpses.
Seeing this scene, Yelu Chuxiong and Yan Tianxing nodded their heads with deep approval, admiring Yang Feng's character even more. Looking at Yang Feng's domineering flame figure, Yun Zhan became more admired.
Even Na Alia's impression of Yang Feng changed.
General Yang used to look frivolous, but when he is serious, he still looks a lot like him.
Immediately afterwards, people from Yelu, Dugu Army, and Chobe Country also came to help, and in an instant it became the Wulin court, Nanzhao, Chobe, and Fenglei's family.
Only soon, the ghost king sneered coldly and contemptuously said: Are you still free to save others? You got the old man's black soul mark, and the old man wants you to go to the west at any time to get together with them. Then Yang Feng can save you one or two, but in such a short time, can he save you millions of people? Hahaha..."
Uh!
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was dumbfounded again.
Yes, we are still being threatened by his black soul seal. Even if Daxia Yang can save it, can he save it in batches?
can! "
But at this moment, Yang Feng shouted loudly, took off his heart and soul saint robe and flicked it two times on top of his head, then threw it upward.
The robe grew long in the wind, and instantly covered the entire sky. The scorching flame burned blazingly on the nine heavens, shining a pitch black like day.
With a solemn expression, Yang Feng said immediately: I am the master of the holy fire. All holy fire clones listen to orders, burn the curse seal, and return to me. "
Huh huh!
The voice just fell, but the foreheads of millions of people in the whole scene suddenly burned, and then they turned into golden flames, flew straight out from their foreheads, and entered the heart and soul saint robe on the top of the sky.
At the same time, strands of black smoke were also on everyone's foreheads, disappearing without a trace.
Not only those martial arts people and various generals, but even those of the Black Soul Sect.
Solved? "
Touching the scorching heat on their foreheads, everyone couldn't help being overjoyed, and they all danced happily, and their gratitude to Yang Feng was like a nine-day Milky Way down, endless.
Originally, the Ghost King used the power of the Black Soul Tree to be able to download the Black Soul Seals in batches, which was already quite terrifying, but he never expected that Daxia Yang was even more violent, and he could release the seals in batches.
Sure enough, the magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high. In the end, Daxia Yang is even more powerful, admiring him.