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Boom boom boom!
Loud noises came one after another, and those black roots were like a mess, wrapping around the three people crazily, like spiders spinning silk, wrapping them into a black ball and lifting them high.
Immediately afterwards, another large black root turned into a series of steel needles and was inserted into the black ball. Looking at it, there were more than tens of thousands of them. But in the blink of an eye, the black ball had been turned into a hedgehog.
The Ghost King had a gloomy face, raised his hand to pull out the ice in his heart, and fell down. The pierced hole in his heart was repaired by black roots and restored to its original state.
"The great hero!"
Looking up at the three people trapped in the ball, the Ghost King looked up to the sky and roared: "Whenever you are approached by the branches of my black soul tree, these branches and leaves will penetrate into your body and absorb your life. Melt with you. As one body, you can't break free even if you want to. Even if you are strong enough and can hold on for a while, can those two around you hold on? Yang Feng, if you lose this time, I will be the winner, hahaha! "
The Ghost King was laughing proudly, but there was silence in the black ball, with no sound coming out.
When everyone around saw this, their hearts suddenly lifted.
"What should I do? The great hero won't just die like this, right?" But if he dies, what should we do? Who will save us?
A crowd of people were waiting, their whole bodies trembling with worry.
Poison King and the other members of the Holy Fire Sect, as well as Yelu Chuxiong, Yan Tianxing and others who were close friends with Yang Feng, frowned and stared at the black wooden ball, praying in their hearts that nothing would happen to him.
Everyone, including Na Alia and other Kyubeys, also prayed in their hearts that the Lord of the Forest could keep General Yang safe and sound. Although their forest lords were refined by the Ghost King and could not protect themselves, they still held firm to their beliefs.
At this moment, everyone¡¯s hearts were concerned about Yang Feng, whether they were friends they had known before or strangers.
At this moment, their fate is connected with Yang Feng's.
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An invisible wave suddenly spread out from within the black ball. Wherever it passed, a surge of heat suddenly emerged. People felt as if there was a fire burning in their hearts, and beads of sweat formed on their bodies. Including the arrogant Black Soul Tree, it has gradually become shriveled up, not as round and lively as before.
The bark of the tree is decaying, and the branches and leaves are withering, as if they have lost their vitality and are beginning to wither.
"what happened?"
With a trembling brow, the Ghost King stared closely at the huge black ball and clenched his fists, only to see another energy wave suddenly spread out, much more powerful than the one just now.
Wherever it passed, the pitch-black trunk of the Black Soul Tree immediately turned gray, and the entire black ball also turned into a gray-white sphere, as fragile as burnt charcoal.
Then, there was a loud bang, the huge sphere exploded, and a dazzling fire, like a small sun, burned in the sky.
The scorching temperature scorched the earth, and even the arrogant Black Soul Tree, causing it to sway its branches as if in fear and panic. It seemed like a mouse had met a cat, a natural enemy, and was trembling all over.
"That is¡¡"
The pupils of his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and the Ghost King couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his expression changed drastically.
Poison King and the others were also inexplicably surprised, but their eyes were full of surprises: "Could this be"
Wow!
Gently unfolding the sleeves of his robe, the huge fireball unfolded. Yang Feng stood upright in the sky like a god of fire descending from the sky, holding Dugu Hai and Yun Zhan in his arms.
And behind him was a cloak burning with golden flames, fluttering in the wind, making the entire sky scorch.
"According to legend, the soul robe of the first generation of saint ancestors?"
Almost at the same time, the Poison King, the others, and the Ghost King all shouted out, their voices filled with surprise, horror and disbelief
The Holy Robe of the Heart and Soul is said to be an earth-level magic weapon worn by the first founder of the Holy Fire Sect. It has absolute flame defense. All attacks against the Holy Ancestor will turn into ashes and disappear under the hot flames of the Holy Robe.
It¡¯s just that since the first generation, this magic weapon has completely disappeared from the world. None of the subsequent leaders have appreciated the power of this magic weapon. It can be said to be a legendary existence.
But what I never expected was that this holy robe would once again regain its glory today.
To the members of the Holy Fire Sect, this is nothing more than a sacred relic of the Holy Religion that is even more sacred than the Naha Dragon Robe.
This is not only determined by the power of the magic weapon, but also by history and causes.
The Naha dragon robe is at best a man-made twelve-level defensive warrior, passed down from the thirty-third generation leader. But this Holy Robe of Heart and Soul was left by the first-generation leader, an earth-level magic weapon, created by heaven and earth.
No matter how you look at it, this Soul Saint Robe better represents the majesty of the Holy Fire Cult.
Compared with it, the Ghost King suddenly felt that the Tyrannosaurus robe he was wearing now looked much inferior.
"Why? Why can he inherit the things of the Holy Ancestor? I even have to trade with others to get the leader's robe? I don't accept it, I don't accept it"
Muttering in his mouth, the Ghost King stared closely at the little sun in the sky, extremely jealous.
Yang Feng curled his lips in disdain and ignored him. He hugged Yun Zhan and Dugu Hai and slowly landed on the ground. He patted their shoulders and said, "Get away quickly, I'm going to take action!"
"yes!"
They nodded obediently, and they were full of confidence in Yang Feng.
But at this moment, swishing, black tree trunks were like spears, fiercely shooting at Yang Feng. Looking at it, there were hundreds of thousands of them, and they were still exuding a gurgling cold black air. .
Seeing this, Yun Zhan couldn't help but scream: "Yang Feng, be careful!"
Without saying anything, a disdainful smile flashed across Yang Feng's lips, and he was about to take action, but before he could make a move, three figures suddenly flew past him, and they all launched attacks.
"Fire Yang Mad Dragon Fist!"
"Crescent Moon and Flying Cloud Slash!"
"The Star Killing Emperor Technique!"
Boom boom boom
A series of explosions came one after another, smashing all the hundreds of thousands of branches into pieces, and the smoke and dust filled the air. When the smoke cleared, three indifferent figures appeared in front of Yang Feng to guard him.
A big man, a boy, and a girl all had cold eyes and expressionless faces.
Wow, who are these three people? It actually shattered the hundreds of thousands of black soul spears instantly. With such strength, I'm afraid he can be in the top ten in the world list, but why haven't I heard of it before?
Seeing this scene, the group of martial arts masters who had never seen the world were once again stunned.
Poison King and the others tightened their hands and burst into tears with excitement: "Is it possible that these three are"
"The three strange servants of the sun, moon and stars who protect this leader?"
His body was shaken, and the Ghost King couldn't stop gritting his teeth and making a sound.
Although he was very reluctant to admit that Yang Feng, a stranger, could become the leader of the Holy Fire Cult in such a short period of time, which he had not been able to achieve after more than a hundred years of hard work.
"But facts speak louder than words. Now Yang Feng has all the conditions to become a leader. He has the holy fire in his hand, a holy robe on his body, and the leader's personal bodyguards, and the three strange attendants are out for protection.
In this case, if he is not a serious leader, then who will be the leader?
It¡¯s just the Ghost King¡¯s fragile little heart. Even though it was shattered by this iron-clad fact, he still refused to accept it. He just refused to accept it
The corners of his mouth were slightly deflated, and the Ghost King was so aggrieved that he almost cried.
Yang Feng grinned, looked at the three bodyguards, and said with a smile: "Oh, you three caught up so quickly? Hahaha" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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