A mighty team of 100 people galloped in this sky.

Along the way, many people are looking at this day, and there are doubts in their eyes.

After all......

This kind of scene is really rare.

Hundreds of people crossed the border, and among them there were people from the Three Profound and Nine Realms.

Wherever I passed, no one would come to find any fault again.

Half an hour, Yan Feng and his party finally arrived in Fengqi City.

"Master Yan, that girl just left like this, and you don't want to look for it?"

The fat monk touched his bald head and smiled next to Yan Feng.

"You don't need to look for it, look ahead for yourself. ”

Yan Feng said lightly, and after the fat monk listened, he subconsciously looked up.

Sure enough, Blood Autumn was already waiting before Fengqi City.

Yan Feng has long been expected.

It is impossible for Xueqiu to leave him, not to mention, Xueqiu has the seal left by Yan Feng on his body, and the conditions that Yan Feng promised him.

These two, no matter which one they are, are destined for one thing.

Blood Autumn will definitely not leave Yan Feng.

"Really. ”

The fat monk saw Xueqiu and laughed.

He originally thought that this woman was a temperamental person, but he didn't expect to listen to Yan Feng's words like this.

Of course, that was because he didn't know the real relationship between Yan Feng and Xueqiu.

"Yan Feng, what are you bringing these people for?"

Shuilian at the north gate glanced at the hundreds of people behind her, all in pairs, either with hatred, or begging for mercy, or with frightened eyes.

Looking at Yan Feng, naturally many of them also looked at the North Gate Water Lotus.

"Just give them a freedom. ”

Yan Feng smiled faintly.

As soon as these words came out, they fell on the ears of the hundreds of people, but they were like a bomb, and they all trembled with fright.

Although, in this era, chaos has become like this.

Dead people or something are not much more complicated than pulling roots.

But...... That's death on someone else's head, and no one thinks anything.

But if death really comes to you, it's different.

Survival, that is the most basic, but also the least pursuit.

Yan Feng's words just now, give them freedom.

For these people, the meaning of this phrase ......

What is Freedom?

Death is the freest, Yan Feng's words seem to them to understand, that is the freedom to send them to death.

It's a hundred.

I thought that Yan Feng had led them so far, and I thought that there might be a way out.

Unexpectedly, the lord in front of him just wanted to kill people in a different place.

Many people looked around and thought to themselves......

Uncle, why don't you kill early, you have to come here to kill, is there any difference here?

A pair of eyes looked at Yan Feng directly, these people knew very well that their net worth and life were all in the hands of the person in front of them.

He said to die, and everyone had to die.

Yan Feng was also stunned, looking at these people behind him, he was very puzzled, staring at what he was doing.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

I really want to give them freedom.

"Can you offer to me? ”

Yan Feng spoke lightly.

As soon as these words came out, the hundreds of people who were originally sluggish were all stunned, and they didn't know what Yan Feng meant by this.

But after being stunned for a while, he knelt on the ground in an uproar.

Consecrate......

The so-called offerings, the existence of their rank, are very clear.

Worship the heavens, worship the earth.

For cultivators, there is no such thing as an immortal, there is no such thing as a god.

All they offer is heaven and earth!

And the ......

Actually, that is, the sky.

But now, Yan Feng wants to change their offerings.

"Remember, from now on, you will no longer worship this heaven and earth, and your heaven is me. ”

Yan Feng's voice, as if it had a demonic nature, fell into everyone's ears.

Originally, it was just to save their lives, but at this time, there was a look of dedication in their eyes.

When he looked up at Yan Feng again, there was absolute admiration in his eyes.

That's a reverence for heaven and earth.

"Into the city. ”

Yan Feng saw the eyes in the eyes of these people, there was an invisible qi, which appeared from these people's bodies and began to surround his body.

For this invisible qi, Yan Feng was not sure.

But......

You can give him a name.

Fortune.

The power of luck.

The power of the underworld.

This moment......

Yan Feng's heart finally had a hint of joy.

He finally caught this power of luck.

Looking up at the sky, the cracks in the sky, the sword, reflected in the eyes.

I remembered before, when I came back from the True Spirit Continent.

Halfway through, the Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable stopped him, rather than those words.

All of them echoed in Yan Feng's mind all the time.

Five-year ......

The time of Yan Feng is only five years!

He didn't just want to raise his cultivation to the point where it was at least comparable to Baili Moyun within these five years.

It is also necessary to gather at least the power of luck in the world.

Only in this way, when the seal of the heavens is unlocked, can you have the ability to fight the heavens.

On that day, Baili Moyun fought with the sky.

Yan Feng saw it clearly in his eyes.

The power of Baili Moyun is not as good as the sky.

But......

Yan Feng knows better, Baili Moyun loses, and more is Yundao.

On that day, there was no great force at all, and the power of the Fortune Dao alone was doomed to the defeat of Baili Moyun.

And Baili Moyun also knows this clearly.

Therefore, at the last moment, he told Yan Feng that the power of luck must definitely be in his own hands, so that he can fight.

And after that, he chose to seal the sky with his body.

For Baili Moyun, this is his last value.

It is also a valuable asset he left to his son in the end.

In this life, he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

At the last minute, want to make up for it with everything.

These are all clear to Yan Feng.

When Baili Moyun sealed the sky, he went with the belief that he would die.

However, Yan Feng will not let his father die like this.

Five-year ...... Just five years!

Yan Feng's eyebrows condensed.

Time, it's tight.

But Yan Feng has absolute confidence!

God, what about me!

Looking at Fengqi City in front of him, Yan Feng's eyes condensed slightly, and his divine sense spread out in an instant, enveloping the entire Fengqi City.

But all the people in the city, those who know Yan Feng's identity, all know Yan Feng's return.

All of a sudden, the whole city began to be noisy.

But the wind is ......

But there was surprise in his eyes, because in this Fengqi City, Yan Feng sensed two forces that he had never perceived.

Especially...... After feeling the power of luck, the harsh wind.

There is also a certain distinction between the strength and weakness of the strength of other people's luck.

However, among these two breaths, there is not the slightest power of luck.

There is no such thing as luck......

It's almost, an impossible thing to do!

(End of chapter)