Chapter 1482

Wu Ya was shocked. He didn't expect that Yang Feng's temper was so grumpy that he did it directly. Although he was a tomb digger, it was only the technique of stealing tombs and was proficient in metaphysics, which could not be used in combat.

As for the means of soul painter, it takes time, not to mention Yang Feng doesn't give him time.

Jingle!

Wu Ya waved his Scepter in a hurry. Nine silver rings turned into nine silver skeletons and circled out in the air.

"Cut!"

Yang Feng's voice was stirring in the audience, and the sword spirit was cut off.

Bang bang!

A loud noise came, and the nine silver white skulls of Wuya turned into powder in an instant.

"Yang Feng, I'm the great tomb digger of the ancient curse country and the guest of the ancient curse king. You dare to deal with me. Aren't you afraid of death and being killed by the ancient curse king?" Wu Ya said angrily.

Star sword!

Whew!

Yang Feng pointed at the tip of the sword, and the sword Qi ten feet long continued to burst out. The space was shattered. Under the sword Qi, everything was mole ants.

Feeling the heart of the king's way, he regarded everything as mole ants. Even if it was the seal of the green emperor, it was also affected under his heart of the king's way, not to mention a mere Wuya.

Boom!

The powerful blue sword Qi, the void shattered by a sword, and the Wu Ya under the sword Qi seems so small and insignificant.

Run!

This is Wu Ya's idea at the moment. He found that Yang Feng's sword spirit is not only strong, but also has a strong heart of kingcraft. Especially his cold eyes regard everything as mole ants, and he is also deeply in awe of Yang Feng!

This feeling can only be produced when he faces the old curse king. I didn't expect to have this feeling when he sees Yang Feng now.

Whew!

Wu Ya tied his hands one after another, then threw out the scepter in his hand. The black Scepter turned into a black Python and galloped out.

Dang!

A clear voice came. Yang Feng's powerful sword Qi directly cut off the black python, and Wu Ya's Scepter fell to the ground.

"Yang Feng, I will make you regret it. I will kill you someday."

Outside the hall, Wu Ya's angry voice came.

"Hum!"

Yang Feng snorted coldly and said, "you have no future. Killing you is like killing a dog."

Whoosh!

At the end of his speech, Yang weathered into a streamer and sped away quickly outside the hall!

Hunt down Wuya!

The people of Pudu gate should not be humiliated, not to mention that the other party abused himself. Yang Feng, who has the heart of kingliness, absolutely does not allow anyone to insult him, even call him by name.

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Outside the hall!

The 360 disciples of Wuya, dressed in black cloaks, stood majestically in the street.

They are waiting for the master's order. As long as the master gives an order, they will level the Purdue gate and kill Yang Feng.

Long Bowen has a proud face. Even if he stands at the back, he still feels very face and even glorifies his family. He is about to ascend the glory of life.

Just as those disciples were waiting outside, they found that two figures galloped forward and backward like meteors over the palace.

Isn't the person in front of them their master Wuya?

Master, what's the matter? It's like being chased and killed. It's like losing your home and running for your life in panic.

What the hell is going on?

Those disciples could not understand that their powerful master would be pursued and killed like a running dog.

"All the disciples immediately set up Tiangang array to kill Yang Feng and flatten his sect." The voice of Wuya spread.

"Tiangang array, array arrangement."

The 360 disciples under Wu Ya quickly arranged the array to meet their master and sit in the heart of the array.

Every time Wu Ya goes out, he takes 360 disciples, which is also because of Tiangang array.

His method of digging tombs is only suitable for stealing tombs. The method of soul painter takes time, so he only accepted 360 disciples.

However, his own strength is also very strong. He just met Yang Feng, an anti sky expert, so he can only run for his life.

"Cut!"

Boom!

Yang Feng, who came from behind, continued to cut down with a sword.

Hoo Hoo!

Feeling the powerful sword Qi coming from behind, Wu Ya hurriedly turned back. He found that in the void, a cold sword Qi was ruthlessly cut off.

It was too late. He was still some distance away from many disciples, but Yang Feng's sword Qi had been cut off.

"No, no, No."

Because he was unwilling, Wu Ya shouted loudly. He frantically urged Zhenqi. The black Qi awn, like flowing clouds, ran around his body.

However, his black Qi was vulnerable to Yang Feng's powerful sword Qi.

Whew!

Ah!

Yang Feng's sword Qi, fierce and invincible, penetrated the black air awn and Wu Ya's body.

After a scream, Wuya floated from the sky like a leaf and fell there and hit the ground.

"I'm a grave digger."

"I'm a soul painter."

"I'm the guest of the ancient curse throne."

Wu Ya is unwilling to roar, but his identity is not worth mentioning in front of Yang Feng. It's not as good as shit.

"Tiangang array."

The 360 disciples quickly urged the array to compete with Yang Feng.

"It's just a group of mole ants. Die."

Space smash!

Yang Feng's hands made a knot, and two mysterious forces collided in the air. This is a spell he recently realized. The last four senior colonel Jin, Fu Taisheng, died under the crushing of his space.

Boom!

An earth shaking voice came, the mountains and rivers were broken and the void was annihilated.

The sound like thunder shook the whole Dingjun city. Even people tens of miles away could feel the earth shaking under their feet.

And people hundreds of miles away can also hear an explosion, like rolling thunder.

Ah ah!

A scream came, and all 360 disciples of Wuya died in the crushing of space.

There are no bones left, not even bones.

Inside and outside Dingjun City, many experts were scared to pale when they saw Yang Feng standing in the air of Pudu gate.

Yang Feng is too terrible and powerful.

How domineering that is!

How powerful that is!

The unparalleled shock deeply shocked everyone's heart. Those who wanted to resist Yang Feng felt how stupid, ignorant and childish they were at this moment.

Can they stop the strong Yang Feng.

There is a terrible breath in the air, which makes people want to suffocate. The violent breath rolls out and spreads within thousands of meters.

Yang Feng stood in the void with his hands on his back. His cold eyes looked inside and outside Dingjun city. A loud voice said, "who dares to oppose me, stand up."

Stand up!

Stand up!

His domineering voice rolled out like a flood, like thunder, frightening countless people.

"Lord Yang."

Long Bowen shouted. His whole body was cold, as if he had been poured from head to foot by a basin of cold water.

Just now I met Wu Ya and the 360 powerful experts. He thought that the opportunity to honor his family and bring down Yang Feng had come, so he personally led the way for Wu ya.

But he didn't expect that the powerful Wu Ya and the 360 experts were easily killed in front of Yang Feng.

"Lord Yang, I long Baiwen was the first to support you. From now on, whoever dares to oppose you, I will kill him. Even if that person is my father, my grandfather or my ancestors, I will kill him myself." Longbai Wen said loudly.

Pop!

Yang Feng hit out with a slap in the back hand.

Ah!

Long Baiwen screamed and was blown hundreds of meters by Yang Feng, knocking down a tall wall.

Dead!

He was slapped to death by Yang Feng, and he was beyond recognition, and his muscles and bones were broken.

After killing long Baiwen with a slap at will, Yang Feng did not look at each other. He continued to stand in the void, and a dignified voice came from the sky.

"Who dares to oppose me, stand up."

Poop!

Poop!

Those who were originally rebellious were scared to kneel on the ground and kowtow constantly.

"Long live Lord Yang, long live, long live."

Those masters who were scared to kneel on the ground kept shouting long live, because they couldn't find any language to describe and praise Yang Feng at the moment, so they could only shout long live.

But for this group of ants, Yang Feng chose to ignore it.

The heart of the king only punishes his deeds, not his heart.

That is to say, if someone wants to resist him, he just thinks in his heart, he doesn't need to destroy the other party, but if the other party has taken action, he will kill him completely.

With cold eyes, after looking at those people, Yang Feng turned away and disappeared into the void.

Those masters kneeling in Dingjun city were finally relieved because Yang Feng left, but they were scared and sweating.

Cough!

In the palace, on the blue stone floor, Wu Ya coughed a few times, and then struggled to stand up.

He is not dead yet. Although he was badly hurt by Yang Feng's sword just now, he will not die because he is a soul painter.

The soul painter's soul is very strong. As long as his soul does not die, he will not die easily.

"All your 360 disciples are dead. Now it's your turn to go down and accompany them."

Yang Feng's cold voice came, and he stepped down step by step in the void.

Wu Ya looked at Yang Feng in horror. He regretted why he insulted Yang Feng just now. He thought Yang Feng was just a small local sect leader, not too strong, but he was wrong.

But many of his disciples, Tiangang array, were vulnerable to Yang Feng.

"As I said just now, killing you is like killing a dog. Die."

Yang Feng urged the sword Qi and thought of killing Wu Ya with a sword.

"Wait a minute."

Sister-in-law Baiyue flew quickly and said, "door master, save him first. He is a big tomb digger and is still useful to us. Don't kill him for the time being."

It makes sense for Yang Feng to think about it. Wu Ya is proficient in stealing tombs. It's really useful to keep it.

Although Yue Shaoyang and Fu yunshou are proficient in metaphysics, the tomb of the Yellow Emperor is unusual. One more professional expert will have more assurance.

"Wu ya, you garbage should have died, but for your sake, I'll give you a way, kneel down and kowtow to me, be my dog, go with me to find the tomb of the Yellow Emperor, and I'll spare your life for the time being." Look at Wu ya, Yang fengba airway.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I'm a grave digger. How can I submit to you?"

Although Wu Ya looked frightened and depressed, he still didn't want to surrender and lost face.

Pop!

Yang Feng raised his hand and slapped Wu Ya in the face.

Ah!

Wuya screamed and was beaten to the ground.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng's body flashed and appeared beside Wu ya. He raised his feet, stepped on his face and put his head on the soles of his feet.

"You are a grave digger, a soul painter, and a guest of honor on the throne of the ancient curse. Your identities are not as good as shit in my eyes. Now you are trampled on by me like a dog. You can die as I want you to die." Yang Feng said coldly.

Wu Ya's heart to die is all there. He was arrogant and lawless just now, but in the twinkling of an eye, Yang Feng stepped on the ground like a dog.

"The people of Pudu gate should not be humiliated, and I, Yang Feng, should not be humiliated. I'll give you one last chance to kneel down and kowtow, learn to bark like a dog, and then help me find the tomb of the Yellow Emperor like a dog. Otherwise, I'll let you die. I'll hang you outside the gate of Dingjun City, barbecue your soul with a real fire, and let all experts inside and outside Dingjun city have a look, How did you die? "

As Yang Feng's cold voice came, Wu Ya was startled. If so, life would be worse than death.

"I promise, I promise."

Under the choice of life rather than death and dignity, he finally chose to give up his dignity.

What grave diggers, soul painters, and high self-esteem are not worth mentioning in the face of death.

Woof, woof!

After kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, Wu yaxue barked three times, then cried and said, "Lord Yang, please don't let me live worse than death."

Pop!

Yang Feng slapped Wu Ya in the face with another backhand. The sound of this slap was really loud.

"Waste."