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Chapter 535: Second Generation Saint Ancestor

The Heart and Soul Holy Robe, according to legend, is a ground-level magic weapon worn by the first founding saint ancestor of the Holy Fire Sect, and it is an absolute flame defense. All attacks on the Holy Ancestor would be reduced to ashes and vanished under the scorching flames of the Holy Robe.

It's just that since the first generation, this magic weapon has completely disappeared from the world, and none of the sect masters behind have experienced the power of this magic weapon, which can be said to be a legendary existence.

But what I never expected was that today this robe will reappear in its glory.

For the members of the Holy Fire Sect, this is tantamount to a holy relic that is even more sacred than the Naba Dragon robe.

This is not only determined by the power of the magic weapon, but also by history and causes.

The Naba Dragon Robe is at most a man-made twelve-rank defensive soldier, which has been passed down from the thirty-third generation of sect masters. But this soul robe was left by the first generation of sect masters, a ground-level magic weapon, and heaven and earth were generated.

No matter how you look at it, this soul robe is more representative of the majesty of the Holy Fire Cult.

Compared with it, 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 Holy Ancestor? The old man even has to exchange the robe of the sect leader to get it? I don't accept it, I don't accept it......

Muttering in his mouth, the ghost king stared at the little sun in the sky, jealous to death.

Yang Feng pursed his lips disdainfully, ignored him, hugged the bodies of Yun Zhan and Duguhai, slowly fell to the ground, patted them on the shoulder and said, "Hurry up and stay away, I'm going to do it!"

"Yes!"

Nodding obediently, the two of them were full of confidence in Yang Feng.

But at this moment, whizzing, black tree trunks like spears, shooting fiercely towards Yang Feng, as far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of thousands, and there is still a bubbling cold black gas on his body.

Seeing this, Yun Zhan couldn't help but scream: "Yang Feng, be careful!"

Without speaking, a disdainful smile crossed the corner of Yang Feng's mouth, and he was about to make a move, but before he could move, three figures flew to his side and made a move in unison.

"Sun Dragon Fist!"

"Crescent Moon Flying Cloud Slash!"

"Star Killing Emperor Technique!"

Boom Boom Boom ......

A series of explosions struck hundreds of thousands of branches into smithereens, sending smoke and dust in a cloud of smoke. When the smoke and dust dissipated, the guards who appeared in front of Yang Feng were three indifferent figures.

A big man, a teenager, and a young girl, all with cold eyes and expressionless faces.

Wow, who are these three people? They actually smashed those hundreds of thousands of black soul spears in an instant. With such strength, I'm afraid I can enter the top ten in the world, but why haven't I heard of it before?

Seeing this scene, the group of martial arts masters who had never seen anything in the world were stunned again.

The drug king tightened his hands, and tears filled his eyes with excitement: "It's hard to do it, these three are ......"

"Guarding the sect leader of this generation, the three strange attendants of the sun, moon and stars?"

With a shock to his body, the ghost king couldn't stop gritting his teeth.

Although he was very reluctant to admit that Yang Feng, a stranger, could become the leader of the Holy Fire Sect in such a short period of time, which he had worked hard for more than a hundred years.

But facts speak louder than words, and now Yang Feng has all the conditions to become a sect leader, with the holy fire in hand, the holy robe in his body, and the sect leader's personal guard, and the three strange attendants to protect him.

In this case, if he wasn't a serious sect leader, then who would be the sect leader?

It's just a fragile little heart of the ghost king, even if he is shattered by this iron-like fact, he still refuses to accept it, just disagree......

The corners of his mouth were slightly deflated, and the ghost king was about to cry aggrievedly.

Yang Feng grinned, looked at the three bodyguards, and said with a smile: "Oh, the three of you caught up so quickly, ......huh?"

"Sect Master, you don't be trustworthy!" muttered the Japanese envoy with a cold face.

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Feng laughed dryly: "Where am I not trustworthy? Don't talk nonsense, I am the head of a sect and a person with an ID card." ”

"You just don't keep your word. ”

His face was still indifferent, and the messenger said lightly that day: "I said that I would go in and buy a dress and leave, but I turned around and slipped through the back door and flew away." We chased you for most of the day, and we almost failed to protect you closely, which was a dereliction of duty. ”

"Oh, I'm not in a hurry, I forgot to say hello to you, I didn't mean to, hehe!"

Yang Feng raised his head and laughed, but the three waiters still had cold faces.

Yun Zhan and the others who were familiar with Yang Feng immediately rolled their eyes, shook their heads with a smile.

Their personality is not yet understood, and the devil believes that he didn't mean it!

Only the Ghost King, now driven crazy by this fact, roared angrily: "No, you are not the leader of this sect, I don't believe it. Your holy fire and holy robes were stolen, this sun, moon and star three attendants, you found someone to pretend, you deliberately tricked me, right, hum. Yang Feng, your scheming is too deep, you actually use this method to fight psychological warfare with me, the old man will not be fooled, never!"

"Psychological warfare?"

Rolling his eyelids, Yang Feng looked at the ghost king with disdain, and shouted: "Lao Tzu wants to clean you up, do you need to use psychological warfare?" Hmph, well, since you don't believe it, then the sect leader will succeed to the throne on the spot to show you. Old poison, it seems that you still need a grand coronation ceremony for the sect leader, so let's start now. ”

"Huh, here?"

"Yes, right here!"

The Poison King was stunned for a moment, and he was puzzled, Yang Feng's face was calm, and he nodded steadily, and the flames on his body shook violently and burned violently.

At the same time, one after another flame phantoms, lined up on both sides, stood along Yang Feng.

The Poison King looked at them fixedly, and couldn't help but be shocked: "Soul Sect Master, Ouyang Sect Master, this is ......"

"Daddy?"

The ghost king was also cheeky, and he was directly scared stupid.

He never expected that in his lifetime, he would be able to see his own father again, although this father was already a ghost.

Ignoring this rebel, Soul Tianfang's face was calm, and he stood at the end of the column of Heroic Spirits with Ouyang Feiying.

"Is it possible...... This is the heroic spirit of the past leaders of this religion?"

Raised his hand and counted carefully, exactly thirty-six, excluding the Holy Ancestor, it was the remaining thirty-six sect masters of this sect. The Poison King blinked in a daze, already dazed by the unbelievable scene.

The rest of the Holy Fire Sect members were even more shocked that their jaws were about to fall to the ground.

They couldn't believe that one day, they would see the ghosts of the previous leaders of this sect.

"Let's go!"

Immediately after, but listening to Yang Feng's light drink, the three strange waiters immediately faced him and knelt down, their faces full of awe.

The two columns of sect leaders and heroic spirits also bowed down one by one, kneeling on one knee, with rare piety in their eyes.

Looking at this scene, the members of the Holy Fire Sect couldn't help but be stunned again: "Why do the ancestors of the previous generations of sect leaders bow down to the thirty-eighth generation of sect masters, isn't this a mess of generations?"

"That's right, if he is really the thirty-eighth generation sect leader, it is indeed a mess of generation. But what is going on now seems to be the coronation ceremony of the second generation of holy ancestors. He is not a sect master, he is a holy ancestor!"

With an exclamation, the Poison King seemed to understand something instantly.

Hearing his words, all the disciples present couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and their tongues were about to flash out.

The second generation of the Holy Ancestor, an existence one level higher than the sect master, except for the first generation of the founding holy ancestor, no one has ever reached the position, but I didn't expect it to appear here in the thirty-eighth generation of the sect master.

This......

For a while, everyone was dumbfounded, including the old guys like the Poison King.

The ghost king's face twitched even more, and he was about to wail out in pain.

Why do all the good things belong to someone else, not mine......