The Lion King, the Tiger King and several other Guardian Dharma Kings flashed by, and countless sect members made way for it!

However, Yang Feng inherited the ancient tomb school, and he has made light achievements, I am afraid that only Lang Fengxiao and Bat King can compare with him in his life, but the light skills of the two of them lie in the four words "weird and flexible", and Yang Feng is as elegant as electricity, and the three of them have their own merits!

However, there are 8,000 people in the eight departments, and they can be regarded as the backbone of the entire Persian Sect, and they can't hurt Yang Feng with half a hair.

"Light the flame, light the flame, gather all the members of the sect, give the order, and catch him!" the dragon king stood up at this time, and saw the situation below in the Hall of Light clearly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Bat King stabilized his inner breath, sat cross-legged on the ground and said weakly, "Big brother, don't forget the Yijin Sutra. ”

Yang Feng jumped several zhang in a row, passed the eight tribes, and looked back, the six guardian Dharma kings flew like lightning, and came at great speed.

And on the altar in the center of the outfield, a bright yellow flame was ignited, and the long cyan smoke went straight into the sky!

Yang Feng faintly felt bad in his heart, his stride was like a meteor, he was two or three feet away in the blink of an eye, and a strong wind was blowing in his ears, and his cheeks hurt.

The Hall of Light is the center of the Persian religion, and with the outfield, it can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, and the breadth of its territory is really rare! After Yang Feng rushed out of the Eight Sects, with his peerless light skills, it took a full fifteen breaths to escape.

At this time, the Holy Envoy Hall, the Holy Maiden Palace, the Mingzun Palace, the Dragon King Palace, the Tiger King Palace, the Lion King Palace, etc., a total of 49 road leaders from all over the eighteen halls, such as the banner envoys, Dharma scholars, and altar masters, all received the instructions from their subordinates and rushed to the Hall of Light.

Yang Feng was two or three miles away from the Guangming Palace, and saw that the Holy Fire Peak was full of people, and the hillside was surrounded by dense crowds, approaching the Guangming Palace, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, Rao is he is usually debauched, and he is also in turmoil at the moment.

"Let's go!"

A cyan figure suddenly appeared, grabbed his arm and lifted it up, lifted Yang Feng gently, and flew towards the Holy Fire Peak!

Yang Feng couldn't help but feel a spirit all over his body, the shouts on the Holy Fire Peak were like a tide, echoing in the Valley of Light, and there were more than fifty or sixty thousand people around, this person actually faced it head-on, wouldn't he kill himself?

Frightened, Yang Feng wanted to break free from the arm of the man in Tsing Yi, but he couldn't shake the slightest, and turned his head to look in surprise, but saw that the man had white hair and a withered yellow mask on his face, carrying Yang Feng up in the air and rising several feet from the ground, and his breath was long and not chaotic at all!

Yang Feng secretly thought, "What kind of master is this, I can't beat him with a hundred, I'm afraid only my father can compete with him!"

Thinking like this, Yang Feng suddenly came back to his senses, couldn't help but hiss, and gasped!

It turned out that the old man in Tsing Yi took Yang Feng as if he was walking in the air, but he didn't, with the help of other things, he stopped once, and in just a few dozen breaths, he actually crossed several miles one after another!

Ten breaths and one mile!

The internal force is terrifying, and it is very reasonable!

Yang Feng's heart was flooded with earth-shattering waves, he couldn't imagine that there was such a person in the world, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

"Hide behind me!"

The old man in Tsing Yi had already flown to the foot of the Holy Fire Peak between the ups and downs of Yang Feng's heart, and the two of them landed, he shouted so softly, his voice revealing endless desolation.

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the dense figure on his head rushing down, he couldn't help but go up and use his gloomy ecstasy palm.

However, the most incredible thing in my life is like a dream, right in front of you!

The thousands of people on the mountain peak of the old man in Tsing Yi turned a deaf ear, only to see him stretch out his hands, his middle finger slightly bent, against his thumb, and flick it gently!

There was a scream from the crowd above, and Yang Feng couldn't help but look up, only to see that from the bottom to the peak, a long straight line was empty, and there was no one!

The old man in Tsing Yi popped out a few fingers one after another, the screams on the mountain gradually weakened, and above Yang Feng's head, thousands of people fell to the ground, dead or dead!

In other places of the Holy Flame Peak, there were still countless people galloping over! In the eighteen halls, thousands of people also chased after them, and several Guardian Dharma Kings led their respective subordinates and led the eight tribes to kill and shout.

"Don't go yet!"

The old man in Tsing Yi grabbed Yang Feng's right hand and stepped lightly, but it was a few zhang away.

Yang Feng's entire body flew up in the air, and the people in Tsing Yi took hundreds of steps one after another, but it was only five or six breaths!

Yang Feng was even more shocked, when he was in the air before, it was already ten breaths and one mile, but now it was even faster, and then he was relieved, the old man in Tsing Yi could borrow his strength on the ground, and of course he could be better than before.

However, Yang Feng still couldn't be calm.

In a trance, the old man in Tsing Yi had already taken Yang Feng to the top of the mountain!

At this time, the people and horses of the Holy Flame Peak were still hundreds of meters away from the two.

The Dragon King and the others rushed to the foot of the Holy Fire Peak, looking at the scene above their heads, they gasped and felt cold all over their bodies!

But I saw that countless people on the mountain fell, and the trees and flowers were not damaged. He saw clearly just now that the man in Tsing Yi was just making a move at the foot of the mountain, and he had achieved such an effect!

The depth of its internal strength, the ingenuity of its strength, and the height of its realm make it difficult for him, a peerless master, to sigh with admiration.

"No need to chase!" the dragon king sighed with a wave of his hand.

The people from all walks of life behind him stopped, and several Dharma Protectors knew that they were not the opponents of the Tsing Yi man, and looked at the peak bitterly.

At the top of the Holy Fire Peak, there are two figures, one old and one young, blue and white, fluttering clothes, long hair slightly raised, and there is no word in the world that is enough to describe its style.

At the bottom of the bright valley, thousands of people are looking at it, and they can't help but feel ashamed of themselves, and their hearts are fascinated.

The old man in Tsing Yi said, "Go down the mountain!"

Yang Feng retracted his gaze, and then left with the old man in Tsing Yi.

At this time, the sunset was red, the yellow sand was boundless, dyed with a layer of blood-colored color, and the two had already left Persianism for thousands of miles.

"Boy, your surname is Yang, right?" the old man stopped and said suddenly.

"Senior, do you know my father?" Yang Feng said excitedly.

"Ecstasy, twenty years ago, outside Xiangyang City, a glimpse of the style!"

Yang Feng let out an "ah" and exclaimed, "Who are the seniors?"

I saw the old man in Tsing Yi looking up to the sky and laughing, "The old man's heart is dead, there is no name and no surname!"

The voice was very desolate, as if there was endless remorse and hatred!

Yang Feng suddenly remembered Guo Rui's incident and exclaimed, "Oh no, Miss Guo, no, I can't let her get into trouble for me!"

The old man in Tsing Yi said: "You don't have to go back, with the old man here, the little doll will be fine!"

When Yang Feng heard this, he put his mind at ease!

Just as he was about to ask, the old man in Tsing Yi said: "Let's go, that Persian religion is not something you can enter and exit at will!"

After speaking, the old man in Tsing Yi walked away without looking back.

Yang Feng was about to catch up, but he heard the old man in Tsing Yi say in a long voice, "There is no surname and no name, and the peach blossoms are beautiful and dry bones! ”

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and looked at the old man in Tsing Yi in the distance, behind the slenderness, seven or eight pink peach blossoms were eye-catching embroidered on the blue clothes, blooming and blooming.

"Isn't it?" Yang Feng suddenly remembered a peerless figure his father and him mentioned when he was young!

"Impossible, impossible, he was in his seventies twenty years ago!" Yang Feng shook his head, thinking that there was no way for anyone to be old in the world, so he had to let go of this thought!

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