Chapter 1601

Suzhou city!

On the tall city wall, a senior general hung his white underpants on the sabre, waved his sabre, shouted loudly and said, "Lord Yang Feng, I surrender, I am willing to surrender."

"I surrender."

"We surrender."

More and more people have followed suit. Some people without white pants directly put white clothes, or pull off a piece of white cloth, hang it on the saber and shout loudly.

On the city wall, thousands of white cloth strips float like paper money.

Whoosh!

In the void, Yang Feng flew through the air quickly, like an icy meteor, across this space-time.

He did not destroy the people who surrendered below, because in Yang Feng's eyes, these people were just mole ants.

A group of mole ants is not worth his shot.

Hoo Hoo!

When Yang Feng disappeared into the air of Suzhou City, thousands of soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground one by one, as if they had narrowly escaped death.

"I'm Yang Feng, the leader of the Pudu sect. I'm after Wu Zhetian. So far, no one dares to resist and there's no amnesty."

There is no amnesty!

……

Yang Feng's voice is like the tide, which permeates the earth.

On the wall of Yezhou City, a senior general with a black machete heard Yang Feng's voice like thunder. He shouted and anxiously ordered, "hurry..."

He stammered because he was nervous.

"Don't be nervous, sir. Please rest assured. We are ready to fight at any time. I have gathered 50000 people. I'll wait for your order and stop Yang Feng." One of his men said respectfully.

Pop!

The general raised his hand, slapped his men fiercely, and said angrily, "you bastard, who asked you to deal with Yang Feng, I told you to kneel down quickly. If he doesn't kneel, he will jump down from here and die. Don't bother me."

At the command of the general, all the soldiers on the wall knelt down neatly.

No one is willing to resist, and no one dares to resist.

In the fourth world, Yang Feng chased Wu Zhetian all the way. In addition to the Tianlong block of Zhongzhou King City, the remaining armies of all States surrendered one after another.

Huzhou! Hung with white flags.

Yunzhou, white flag fluttering!

Yang Feng, who was unimpeded along the way, did not kill those who surrendered.

......

Zhonghai city!

A lonely figure quickly landed on a mountain. This person is Wu Zhetian, the executive head of the gate of life and death.

Once he gave an order, he could command millions of troops, and with one order, he could kill thousands of people, but now he is like a lost dog.

Hoo Hoo!

When the wind blew, Wu Zhetian stood on the top of the mountain, looked at the city and the boundless land, and his eyes showed a trace of murderous spirit.

On this vast and endless land, there is a mysterious atmosphere, a sacred atmosphere, enveloping the whole Zhonghai city.

Suddenly, flowers were in full bloom and dead trees were reborn.

Within a hundred miles of Zhonghai, all withered flowers bloom again in an instant, and all withered plants and trees are full of vitality in an instant.

It seems that spring suddenly comes and the earth returns to spring.

The mysterious breath moistens the earth.

"Good luck!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Zhetian's murderous spirit in his eyes was stronger. He didn't expect that there would be signs of spring in Yang Feng's Longxing land.

Although Wu Zhetian is not an expert in Xiaosheng realm, he has also heard that generally, he has the opportunity to promote Yuanshen experts in Xiaosheng realm. Although their respective Longxing places will quickly breed spiritual veins, there will never be a sign of great rejuvenation.

However, after Yang Feng was promoted to the 12th level of Yuanshen and had the opportunity to promote the realm of Xiaosheng, there would be a great rejuvenation and rebirth of flowers and plants within a hundred miles.

"This!"

Wu Zhetian was surprised, envious, jealous and resentful. Such a big movement proved that once Yang Feng became a strong man in the small holy land, his cultivation strength would far exceed that of the general strong man in the small holy land.

Little Holy Land!

From ancient times to modern times, in 100000 years, there will never be more than 100 small Saint masters. In 100000 years, there will be no more than 100. On average, it takes thousands of years to give birth to a saint strong. Even if he covers the sky and is the leader of the gate of life and death, he is not a small Saint strong.

"Yang Feng, I must find your spiritual place and destroy it. You have ruined my reputation. Therefore, I will never let you live here."

Whoosh!

Wu Zhetian's body shape quickly disappeared into the mountains.

.....

In Zhonghai City, within a hundred miles, millions of ordinary people were surprised, because hundreds of flowers were in full bloom and withered plants and trees were reborn in an instant.

"Ha ha!"

In a big mountain, a Feng Shui gentleman fooled a man and said, "Mr. Zhang, the cemetery I chose for your father is a dragon vein. Look, as soon as your father was buried, the earth was in full bloom, and the withered plants and trees were reborn one after another."

"Dragon vein!"

A fat man with a briefcase narrowed his small eyes and was excited.

"Yes!"

Mr. Feng Shui nodded and said, "yes, it's a dragon vein. I'm sure there will be an emperor within three generations of your family."

"Don't lie to me, sir. It's not ancient now. There's no emperor." Zhang always can't believe it.

"Ha ha!"

Mr. Feng Shui smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, although it is not ancient, there is also a president."

"Sir, you mean there will be a president in my family within three generations." President Zhang said excitedly.

"Yes!"

Mr. Feng Shui nodded seriously and said, "of course, don't you see that when your father was buried, a hundred flowers bloomed immediately within a hundred miles. Even the withered plants and trees were reborn one after another. This land is returning to spring, so your family is going to produce a real dragon."

"Ha ha!"

President Zhang laughed excitedly and said, "come on, expand the old man's grave a little more. Also, when you go back, give this gentleman 500000, no, five million."

Mr. Feng Shui couldn't close his mouth and even fooled five million. In fact, he also wondered that he was just choosing a shady place at random, but after Mr. Zhang's father was buried, there would be strange things like flowers in full bloom and spring in the earth. Is Mr. Zhang's family really going to produce talents.

The same scene was staged one after another within a hundred miles of Zhonghai city.

Some people think it's their child's luck when they have a child. The child is born extraordinary.

Those who are getting married think this is a good sign that their future children will be able to be senior officials.

.....

In a big mountain, Wu Zhetian walked forward step by step along the blooming flowers and the breath of spring. He stepped on the void. Of course, every time he disappeared and reappeared, he appeared thousands of kilometers away. He imitated the waves and went away like an immortal.

Finally, when Wu Zhetian walked under a green peak, he found that the mountain range of the green peak was rapidly uplifted. Then, a sacred white light slowly condensed in the mountain peak, and it was 10000 meters long, like a real dragon about to be born.

"This!"

Wu Zhetian was shocked when he saw the ten thousand meter long aura like a white real dragon and said, "Yang Feng has such a great opportunity. He has just been promoted to the 12th level of the yuan God. He has just touched the threshold of the little Saint realm. His place of dragon prosperity can condense the aura of the real dragon."

Click, click!

In his anger, Wu Zhetian clenched his fist and looked at the spirit pulse that was about to be bred for ten thousand meters. He said angrily, "no, no, I must destroy it. Yang Feng is a demon. His place of dragon prosperity is not only full of flowers within a hundred miles, but also full of dragon Qi."

envy!

jealousy!

feel stifled!

For a time, many emotions appeared in Wu Zhetian's heart one by one. He really envied, envied and hated.

"Ha ha!"

After a burst of jealousy, Wu zhaitian laughed and said, "Yang Feng, even if your chance is good and your future fortune is great, I can destroy you."

Boom!

With a violent drink, a dark saber appeared in Wu Zhetian's hand. Then, the dark saber immediately turned into a kilometer long saber and chopped down at the Qi of the real dragon.

"Ha ha ha!"

In the void, Wu Zhetian burst into laughter. In his consciousness, he seemed to see that the real dragon vein that was about to be bred was destroyed by his knife. Since then, Yang Feng can only stay in the twelve aspects of the yuan God, and will never become a strong man in the realm of small saints.

Boom!

Dang!

Just when Wu Zhetian was overjoyed, when he thought that Yang Feng's luck was about to be destroyed, a sword came quickly, cut through the void and smashed his blade.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Wu Zhetian was furious. Later, he found that in the void not far away, a figure came striding in the air, and the visitor was Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate.

"Wu Zhetian, you dare to touch my spirit pulse. Don't think about it."

In the void, Yang Feng came step by step and chased all the way. When he saw hundreds of miles and hundreds of flowers in full bloom and spring returning, Yang Feng was also very surprised. He didn't expect that such a strange phenomenon would appear in his place of origin. It seems that once he becomes a strong person in the little holy land, he will be different from ordinary little holy masters.

Especially when he saw the spirit of the dragon, which was about to be bred, the spirit of Yang was even more surprised. Although he had never seen the birth of a small holy place, he had heard of Wutong Ye.

When Wutong spring returns to the earth, it is said that the spiritual veins that are bred by the small sacred land are only one kilometer long. The spirit veins that Da Yu nurtured is three thousand meters long, but they are not signs of returning to the earth.

It is said that there are only five masters throughout the ages. When the Twelve Gods of the Yuan Dynasty had the opportunity to promote the little saint, they gave birth to a spiritual pulse of 10000 meters long and a natural phenomenon of great rejuvenation. These five people are the green emperor, the Yellow Emperor and the spiritual Emperor.

But now, Yang Feng has become the sixth person.

"Yang Feng, you've come so fast."

Wu Zhetian was angry and unwilling. He saw that he was going to destroy all this, but he didn't expect Yang Feng to appear.

"Wu Zhetian, you dare to touch my spiritual pulse. I will break you into pieces and avenge my dead brothers in pudumen." Yang Feng's loud voice came from the void.

"Yang Feng, you must stop Wu Zhetian. Don't let him attack your spirit pulse. Your spirit pulse is still unstable and is about to conceive success. You can't be affected." The sound of Gollum golden elephant came, but his soul was hurt in the battle of soul River, so he is very weak now.

Even if Gulu Golden Elephant doesn't remind him, Yang Feng knows what to do.