Heaven and earth, chaos and starry night.

A speck of dust in the air seemed to be still.

Everything is silent.

This breath...

For others, it's just a breath, and then it's gone.

But for Yan Feng...

This breath is so long.

In front of him, Zhi Mo came with an incomparably powerful evil aura.

The hideous and bloodthirsty smile on his face is like a demon who destroys the world!

hand, falling towards the harsh wind.

If the hand falls completely...

One palm is enough to crush Yan Feng's head!

But at this moment!

In Yan Feng's mind...

A voice, a hundred miles of clouds, the desolate emperor...

Father's voice!

That's a string of mantras!

The bloody aura fills the starry night on the edge of the entire Luo Tian!

The hand of indifference, but at the moment when it was about to be pressed... Stopped at three inches in front of Yan Feng's eyes!

The gods of Luo Tian all looked at each other...

Looking at this scene, everyone's heart, plop, plop...

Even the atmosphere, no one dares to breathe!

On Zhimo's face, a sense of resistance suddenly appeared, and a look of pain appeared!

And at the same time!

Yan Feng, open your eyes!

hand, suddenly raised.

In the palm of his hand, a white-gold rune can be seen!

Call~!

The hand was directly pressed on the top of Zhimo's head!

When Yan Feng's hand landed on the top of Zhi Mo's head.

From the palm of his hand, a dense white gold rune appeared......

These runes, as soon as Fang appeared, they surrounded the body of indifference!

A 100,000-kilometre radius!

There was a silent chirp!

Countless platinum runes appear in this space!

And stop the indifference...

At this moment, the look of pain and struggle on his face also disappeared.

In his eyes, the color of blood began to reced...

The whole person seems to have fallen into a godless state!

In the space between his foreheads, a white-gold rune appeared.

This rune, with the rune of the land of the hand of the wind, its style... Same!

Yan Feng kept repeating the mantra that appeared in his heart in his heart.

He knows...

This mantra is his father, and it was left to him by the desolate emperor Baili Moyun!

And this mantra is also the mantra that strengthens the seal in the body of the indifference!

100,000 zhang square, white gold runes, full of a sense of supremacy!

Yan Feng, his eyes suddenly condensed!

"Seal!"

A soft drink!

In a split second...

The platinum runes in a radius of 100,000 zhang are all instantaneous condensation!

With the indifference as the center, it poured into his body!

When these platinum runes began to pour into the indifference...

The white-gold rune between the foreheads of the indifference has an extreme light, emitting it!

The original rich bloody aura!

In constant suppression!

But the strength of the indifference... But it's still there!

It's still the realm of the desolate nine!

This seal is to attribute the bloody aura of indifference to it!

The indifference of the year...

That's it, I've been staying around the Wasted Emperor as a shadow guard.

Then... His strength is the realm of the Desolate Nine.

Of course, if the seal is completely opened, his strength... It is much more powerful than the Nine Desolate Realms.

Relative inference...

At that time, the Desolate Emperor Baili Moyun was able to subdue the indifference that had surpassed the realm of the Desolate Nine and was infinitely close to the upper limit of chaos with his own strength, falling into complete madness, and cultivating to subdue the indifference that had surpassed the realm of the Desolate Nine and was infinitely close to the upper limit of chaos.

It's unimaginably powerful!

And what's even more unimaginable is... Such people have fallen!

Feeling the powerful aura coming from Zhi Mo's body, it was no longer as tyrannical as before, but slowly approaching stability.

Yan Feng's heart became heavy.

Earlier, the voice he heard, the mantra...

It's his own father!

From the very beginning, even if Qianluo told him that he was Yan Feng, a hundred miles long wind, and was the son of the Emperor of the Wasteland.

It is the only bloodline of the Desolate Emperor in this world.

Until he saw Michi Aoki, Michi Aoki called him the Young Emperor.

All this, in Yan Feng's heart, is not much of a wave.

Ultimately...

There is no sense of identity.

Yan Feng himself didn't feel much.

But when I heard that voice...

Yan Feng's heart is like turning over the river and the sea!

Father...

That's my father's voice!

It is seven points similar to his own voice!

Never before, Yan Feng's heart felt so thirsty, eager to know everything about a person.

Yan Feng wanted to know......

Why did his father, who was so powerful, fall in the rebellion of the Lord of the Hundred Frontiers!

He also wanted to know... Dao Aoki, what the hell is he hiding from himself!

Why, back then, the Desolate Emperor would only have one percent of his strength in the Rebellion of the Hundred Frontiers!

Even if you go out halfway, you will never be weak enough to be in such a situation!

Yan Feng knows this very well!

Equally... In Yan Feng's heart.

There is anger that has not been seen in a long time!

Lord of the Hundred Frontiers...

Among them, ninety-two were destroyed by the Desolate Emperor, and now there are three domes and five god emperors except for Dao Aoki!

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Yan Feng, one by one... Blood debt and blood repayment!

The bloody qi slowly calmed down in Luo Tian.

Yan Feng, his hand was also retracted.

The indifference in front of him, the body does not move...

In his eyes, there is no god, and the indifference at this moment is like a puppet without a soul, just a blank volley here.

Yan Feng's forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Take a long breath.

Yan Feng once again touched the eyebrows of Zhimo!

In a split second...

In Zhi Mo's eyes, a look of brilliance suddenly appeared!

Merely... This radiant color, but among them is the ultimate sadness!

It's pain!

It's hate...

Hate yourself!

Although the indifference was washed away by the blood.

But his memory remembers everything...

He remembered...

Himself, with his own hands, will scatter the soul of the woman he loves the most!

He looked at her tears...

Drop by drop!

"Qian'er..."

opened slightly, and his voice was hoarse with sadness.

In the eyes of indifference... Tears.

A sense of resoluteness has appeared!

He's going to kill himself!

But at this moment, Yan Feng frowned, waved his hand violently, and in front of him, a little starlight suddenly converged and turned into a red thousand.

"Her spirit has been gathered by me, and it will only take a hundred years to clear her soul of blood and evil breath before she can wake up. ”

Yan Feng said lightly.

If it weren't for the fact that Chiqian's soul had a strong bloody aura of indifference, the harsh wind... When even it is able to wake it up.

Stop the indifference, when you see the red thousand that appears...

The whole person was stunned!

Subsequently...

Directly in the void, he knelt down on one knee towards Yan Feng!

Head... Bow deep!

In his mind, all the memories are backtracking!

He remembered the sins he committed as a demon slayer, and he remembered that the desolate emperor subdued him back then, and was willing to risk the world's greatness to seal his bloody aura and take it with him.

He remembered that it was the Emperor of the Wasteland... Gave him a second birth!

Gave him a chance to be a man again!

He... Remembered everything.

He, too, remembers.

The person in front of him, Yan Feng... A hundred miles of wind.

The son of the desolate emperor, the son of the benefactor!

Your own lord!

It's also a young emperor!

Chaotic starry night, silent.

One stands with his hands in his hands, and the other ... Bow on one knee.

Between the two, there is a woman, floating quietly.