The name of the Desolate Emperor, with a voice of Yan Feng, has already resounded throughout the entire True Spirit Continent,

Countless people, all in their hearts, have written down this name.

It's this person......

Rescued them from the dire situation, it was this person who destroyed the invincible Blood Moon God Cult!

Emperor of the Waste!

Its name, at this moment, resounded through thousands of counties.

Countless people......

In their own homes, or in the ancestral hall of the clan, they began to worship the Desolate Emperor Spirit Tablet, and their offerings will be turned into the power of luck in the end, and all of them will be incorporated into their bodies by Yan Feng.

Compete with the sky for luck.

Yan Feng ......

The Stopping War Continent, the True Spirit Continent, has already intercepted two-thirds!

This is already the world's luck in one's own body.

The top of Ziyun Mountain.

Styx and Momogen, the two are still drinking here.

The wine is still warm.

At this time, Yan Feng's figure appeared beside the two.

"It's so fast. ”

Tao Xuan couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile when he saw Yan Feng's appearance.

Although Tao Xuan didn't know about the power of the Blood Moon God Sect Master, he could speculate about the current situation in the True Spirit Continent.

But such a powerful existence, in the hands of Yan Feng, turned out to be the work of a cup of tea, which became a bubble and disappeared.

It's really frustrating, but it's terrifying.

Yan Feng's power had reached a point far beyond what they could comprehend.

It's not just him, it's even more terrifying, it's the dark night.

Yan Feng's strength was beyond his imagination now.

"It's just a clown who jumps off the beam, but it's a pity that countless lives have been harmed. ”

Yan Feng said.

The death of those people, the first ...... Sighs indeed.

Second, when those people die, the amount of luck that belongs to them will return to the hands of heaven.

This is not good news for Yan Fenger.

And the True Spirit Continent, in the past few years, has already had the lives of three or four adults, and it has been handed over to those Blood Moon God Sect disciples.

Even if Yan Feng now pocketed the luck of everyone in the True Spirit Continent, it would be difficult to reach half of it.

"Drinking. ”

The voice of the dark night was still so calm and cold, but he spoke lightly.

Yan Feng also crossed his knees, picked up a pot of wine from the small table, raised his head and drank it.

Half a day later.

Fairy Wind Mountain, above the altar.

The Great Immortal Wind Divine Venerable had a smile on his face.

Because, he could perceive that the chaos in this True Spirit Continent had subsided.

And according to the report of his own disciples, all this ...... It's all because of the appearance of one person.

At this moment, in the True Spirit Continent, everywhere, whether it is a monk or a mortal, even a little doll of seven or eight years old, is shouting the word Desolate Emperor.

The Emperor of the Desert has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and has become an absolute belief.

Beyond the heavens!

The Desert Emperor ...... Of course, the Great Immortal Wind Venerable knew who this person was.

He was also glad that the man ...... It was finally at the last minute.

It was at this time.

Before the Great Immortal Wind Divine Venerable, in the void, Yan Feng stepped out without causing the slightest ripple in the void, which shows that Yan Feng's strength is super supernatural.

Naturally, this is also in the eyes of the Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable.

And when he felt the unfathomable cultivation on Yan Feng's body, his withered face showed a smile.

"You, here. ”

The Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable looked at the Yan Feng that appeared in front of him and spoke.

"The grace of predecessors is not forgotten. ”

Yan Feng looked at the Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable in front of him, and saw that this old man, who was like an ordinary mortal old man, had already run out of oil lamps, and couldn't help frowning, and his heart felt admiration and gratitude.

He knew very well why the Immortal Wind Great God Venerable had become like this.

Everything is because of his father, in order to protect his father's life, the Immortal Wind Great God Venerable did not hesitate to use his own life to replace Baili Moyun's life.

As long as the Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable is still alive, the Baili Moyun in the Heavenly Seal will be fine.

"The cycle of cause and effect, no talk of kindness. ”

The Great Immortal Wind Venerable looked at Yan Feng, who was saluting respectfully towards him in front of him, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you finally achieved your goal before the old man sat down. ”

"You still have three months to prepare, and after three months, the old man will sit down. ”

Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable, continued.

And Yan Feng is also very clear about this sentence......

He must break the seal of the heavenly realm and rescue Baili Moyun before the Immortal Wind Great God Venerable sits down, that is, within three months.

In this way, Baili Moyun can return to the world.

And at the same time......

Once the Celestial Seal is unlocked, the 'False Heaven' will also appear.

And if this false heaven is destroyed...

The real heaven will awaken!

With his own strength, he can't resist.

And......

If the true heaven awakens, the lord of the ink sea will definitely not wait, and may break through the barrier and fight the true heaven.

At that time......

In this world, the real end is coming.

Whether there is a next reincarnation or not, there is no them anyway.

So......

What Yan Feng had to do in the past three months was how to break the seal and ...... at the same time Applies a replacement seal.

Only in this way can it be maintained.

"Younger generations remember. ”

Yan Feng arched his hand again, looked at the old man in front of him, and was in awe.

And at this very time.

Behind him, a voice rang out.

"Yan Feng?"

Hearing the sound turned around, the people who saw it... It's Mu Zhibai.

For Mu Zhibai, in fact, Yan Feng doesn't know how to face it now.

After all...... This kind of thing, resting on oneself, is nothing.

For example, by his side, although he loves Lin Xue'er, there is Jiaoling, there is Beimen Water Lotus, and...

And Mu Zhibai, to Baili Moyun, is to Baili Moyun what Jiaoling is to Baili Changfeng.

From the perspective of being a son, I really don't know how to face my father's former beauty.

"Senior Mu. ”

Yan Feng saluted.

"Your Excellency is the Emperor of the Desolate, how can you salute the old man's disciples, absolutely not. ”

"Bai'er, don't return the salute soon. ”

The Great Immortal Wind Venerable spoke repeatedly, obviously this old guy is still a little pedantic, and he attaches great importance to the number of seniority and etiquette.

Mu Zhibai was stunned when she heard this...

Emperor of the Waste!

The person in front of him is the entire True Spirit Continent, the desolate emperor who preaches thousands of miles of praise.

The leader of the Blood Moon God Sect was killed by the person in front of him.

"See the Emperor of the Wasteland. ”

With a feeling of not knowing what to taste, Mu Zhibai saluted towards Qin Feng.

"The seniors have tormented the juniors. ”

Yan Feng smiled helplessly.

"Bai'er, when His Majesty the Emperor of the Wilderness arrives, you will entertain the teacher on your behalf. ”

At this time, the Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable also spoke.

Obviously, he had ulterior motives in saying this.

Because he knows......

His apprentice Mu Zhibai wanted to know something.

And what she wants to know, it is most appropriate for Yan Feng to tell her.

(End of chapter)