Ace of Divine Doctor

In the space of yellow air flow, Shennong's sad voice came: "one day in the future, if you see the emperor of heaven, please ask him on behalf of me. If I had given him the miracle doctor's door, would he kill all living creatures and regard all living creatures as mole ants after he got the world?"

"OK, I remember." Yang Feng nodded respectfully to remember.

WOW!

Shennong slowly opened his arms, as if he were moving his muscles and bones, as if he wanted to embrace the earth.

"Life and death are doomed. Boy, whether you can overthrow the emperor in the future depends on your personal nature and ability."

Shennong's deep eyes looked at the Yellow air flow again, maybe it was nostalgia, maybe he wanted to see the last one, because his life was coming to an end and his soul was about to dissipate, so he wanted to see the last one in the world.

"Boy, in my Yan Emperor seal, there are the medical skills I have learned all my life. After integrating the Yan Emperor seal, you can inherit my medical skills."

Obtaining the seal of Emperor Yan is just like inheriting the medical skills of Emperor Yan. From then on, Yang Feng's medical skills will reach a peak, but he knows that he has taken the wrong road before. If he goes down this road, he will never become an imperial strong man, because some people have gone through these roads.

"The five emperors compete for the front, the Heavenly Emperor holds the throne, and who will take the hand of heaven and earth."

"Who will end up with it."

......

In the space of yellow airflow, the old voice of Yan Emperor came as if it were ethereal.

"Emperor Yan, Emperor Yan..."

In the void, Yang Feng called several times, but there was no reply from Emperor Yan.

He knew that Emperor Yan had gone and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Hoo Hoo!

In the void, the cold wind blew the Buddha, and Yang Feng suddenly felt very cold. This cold feeling seemed that he was the only one in the world.

Listening to the voice of Shennong disappearing, Yang Feng was inexplicably melancholy, because he knew that this might be his own ending.

It's not easy to deal with the emperor of heaven.

Even if one day he really becomes an emperor level master and achieves the seal of the emperor, he may not be the opponent of the emperor of heaven. If he dies at the hand of the emperor of heaven, will he, like Emperor Yan and others, wait silently for 100000 years and wait for the arrival of the destined person.

no

no

Yang Feng shook his head and couldn't come to such an end, because it was very miserable.

"Yan Di, don't worry, I won't let you down."

Boom!

There was a sudden wave of space. When Yang Feng appeared again, it was under the mountains. Wutong leaves, master Luo Jin and Xia alliance were standing in his spiritual vein.

"Yang Feng."

"Lord Yang."

Wutong leaves, and Xia Meng Lord and so on came quickly.

"Have you seen Emperor Yan?" Asked Wutong leaf.

"Well, yes, and I got the Yan Emperor's seal."

Buzzing, buzzing!

Yang Feng took out the Yan Emperor's seal, and a strong and vast breath quickly filled the surrounding space.

After seeing the powerful Yan Emperor's seal and feeling the abundant mysterious power of Tao, everyone was very happy, because after receiving the Yan Emperor, Yang Feng's strength will be improved again. Although he can't become a little saint, at least the twelve levels of Yuanshen will be more complete and more effective.

After being promoted to the 12th level of Yuanshen, if you want to become a strong person in the realm of little saints, you can't rely on external forces and need to practice hard.

At the foot of the mountain, the ten thousand meter long spiritual pulse was also bred at the moment.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the ten thousand meter long spirit pulse disappeared, as if integrated into the earth.

Where's the spirit pulse!

Yang Feng looked around and his spirit pulse disappeared.

"Don't worry. After the spiritual pulse is successfully bred, it will be integrated into your place of origin. In the future, Zhonghai city will be your place of luck, and the luck of Zhonghai city will also be integrated with your own luck. In the future, whenever and wherever you are in danger, an idea can return to your place of origin. This kind of thing is an invisible transmission array..."

In the Wutong leaf's narration, Yang Feng knew that the clever pulse fusion is in the place of origin.

After he becomes a little saint, if he encounters a crisis and a strong enemy, an idea can open the transmission array in the place of origin, and he will return to the place of origin with the transmission array. Once each little saint is in his own place of origin, his strength will be increased several times.

Because of the place of origin, they will be lucky.

Of course, if Yang Feng can't promote the little saint, the place of origin will have little effect. However, every one of the twelve strong Yuanshen who appears in the spiritual pulse is a person who has the source of happiness for promotion. If there is no source of happiness, there will be no spiritual pulse. For example, Wu zhaitian, although he is also a twelve strong Yuanshen, he has no spiritual pulse.

It's hard to kill a little saint.

Because once the other party has a crisis, an idea, the place of origin transmission array will be opened. Of course, if there is a great difference in strength between the two sides, it is another matter.

Yang Feng felt that there seemed to be a mysterious force in the world of Zhonghai City, which was closely connected with his breath of life, but now he just sensed the breath and could not grasp it. That is to say, if he wanted to use the Holy Spirit of the place of origin, he needed to wait until he was promoted.

"Yang Feng, what are your plans next?" Asked Wutong leaf.

"Integrate Yan Emperor's seal, enhance strength, awaken Qiu Jinse, and then go to the second world, open the seal and see Ling emperor." Yang Feng said seriously.

"Well, it's not too late. You should quickly integrate the Yan Emperor seal."

The Wutong leaf belt is still true, the summer league owners, and the green Luan and others left, do not want to disturb Yang Feng.

When the crowd left, Yang Feng went to a rock and sat cross legged.

Buzzing, buzzing!

The red Yan Emperor's seal appeared in his hands. Then, Yang Feng used the dead rosary to erase the faith in Yan Emperor's seal and quickly integrated. A powerful and huge mysterious force, like the water of a river, surged into his body. This vast breath was full of the power of compassion and the power to save all living beings.

Among the three imperial seals, the Qing emperor seal, the Yellow Emperor seal and the Yan Emperor seal, the Yan Emperor seal has the softest power and is closest to the breath of Yang Feng.

Maybe it's because of the miracle doctor, so they have the same strength.

Yang Feng at the foot of the mountain was flooded with red light. The sacred and vast red light was like a powerful and mysterious sacred light.

......

And now!

In a golden palace, the wind of the sword is swirling. This golden palace is like a sharp long sword. In front of the gate of the palace, there are three big words "holy sword Palace".

In the hall, a thin old man was sitting. His eyes were like electricity. In his bright eyes, he seemed to be flashing with sharp sword Qi.

"Report to the headmaster, Wu Zhetian is dead and killed by Yang Feng in the mountains of Zhonghai city." Outside the hall, a man quickly came in and said respectfully.

"Wu zhaitian is dead!"

The leader of the holy sword palace was slightly surprised. He only knew that Wu Zhetian fled after his defeat, and Yang Feng pursued him all the way, but he didn't know that Wu Zhetian had been killed by Yang Feng in Zhonghai city.

"Yes, leader, Wu Zhetian is really dead. Even his head was cut off by Yang Feng." The man replied respectfully.

Sisi!

The leader of the holy sword palace took a breath. He didn't expect that Wu Zhetian was not only dead, but also his head was cut off by Yang Feng. He didn't expect that Yang Feng was so bold that he dared to kill Wu Zhetian. Although his holy sword palace was not afraid of Wu Zhetian, he didn't dare to kill him.

"Headmaster."

Another disciple hurriedly entered the hall and reported: "the latest news is that Wu Zhetian was not only killed by Yang Feng, but also the little Saint Si Zhongheng of the gate of life and death was repelled by Yang Feng and even injured."

"Nonsense."

Boom!

The leader of the holy sword palace roared, got up quickly and slapped him in the air.

Pop!

"Ah!"

When a loud slap came, the man was beaten to the ground.

"You dare to make false information. It's impossible to beat back Si Zhongheng or even kill him in the twelve realms of Yang Feng and Yuan Shen."

The reason why the leader of Shengjian palace is so angry is not that he has a deep hatred with Yang Feng, and he doesn't want Yang Feng to rise too fast, nor does he want Yang Feng to be vulnerable to life and death. What he most wants to see is that Pudu gate and life and Death Gate are close to each other, slowly consuming, and both sides are seriously killed and injured.

As for the Heavenly Emperor of the gate of life and death, it is rare to see several times in ten thousand years. Most of the time, he is closed and tries to control the way of heaven, so he won't intervene in these things.

"Headmaster, it's true. I dare not falsely report information. Yang Feng is indeed in Zhonghai city. He not only killed Wu Zhetian, but also fought back the little sage and even suffered heavy losses." The man covered his face and hurried.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how can Yang Feng rise so fast? According to his promotion speed, if he rises too fast, we can't benefit from the war between Purdue gate and life and death gate." The leader of the holy sword palace clenched his fist.

"Headmaster, what if Yang Feng secretly has a noble man to help?" The man said cautiously.

Pop!

The leader of the holy sword palace continued to slap him in the back hand and beat him out. He said angrily, "waste, move your pig brain and think about it. In Purdue gate, who can defeat the strong man of the little saint."

Yin Yang sect!

Wilsonii house!

Bosuo mountain!

Luocha Jingzhai and other top-level sects in Zhuxia mainland, as well as countless large and small sects, were shocked when they learned that Yang Feng killed Wu Zhetian and defeated the little Saint Si Zhongheng, because Si Zhongheng, who was a strong saint, was defeated by Yang Feng.

Wu zhaitian was the executive leader of the gate of life and death, but he was destroyed by Yang Feng.

Wu Zha died!

The little sage Si Zhongheng was repulsed. These two news, like a bolt from the blue, spread all over the mainland of China. Countless sects and sects were shocked by it.

Bosuo mountain!

On the top of the mountain surrounded by fog, there stood an old woman. She was covered with white silver, as white as ice and snow. Her strong breath was as deep as an abyss. She was the ancestor of bosuo mountain. Bosuo ancestor was cruel and powerful.

Four hundred years ago, she caused the tragedy of star swordsman and Pearl girl Qiulu.

"Ancestors."

On the top of the mountain, the poisonous girl knelt on her knees, shivering and said: "my ancestor, Yang Feng killed Wu Zhetian, the executive head of the life and Death Gate, and fought back the little Saint Si Zhongheng. His strength is unfathomable. If you don't admit your mistakes to the world, confess your crimes against the star swordsman and zhunv Qiulu, and go to their graves to admit your mistakes, he will personally hit my whirling mountain, At that time, no one in bosuo mountain can resist him. "

"Ha ha ha!"

On the top of the mountain, the whirling old ancestor smiled. As he grabbed it in the air, he seemed to catch the breeze on the top of the mountain. He hated the sky: "I didn't expect that I was a dignified whirling mountain. The strong man of Zhuxia mainland was whirling old ancestor. I was threatened by a mere Yang wind. When I whirled the mountain, I was afraid of his Yang wind."