Alien God System

Chapter 449: Relocation

Mr. Mo, second brother, let's go and go back to the capital! "

When he came to the stage, Yang Feng directly pulled up Mo Shaoqiu and Yang Xiaoyi, who were still unknown, and ran out, leaving only the holy flame followers who looked at each other and looked sluggish.

What happened? How did the leader escape?

After a while, they reacted, and the Poison King shouted: Everyone, chase after him, then Young Master Yang has not been certified by the Holy Fire, so he cannot wear the Tyrannical Robe. Young Master, come back soon, let's have something to say, this robe is not for you, it's just a later one! "

Uh...oh! "

Pointing their heads clearly, everyone rushed out and shouted with all their faces: Young Master, first take off the robe of the leader of the sect, and I will wear it for you next time for certification! "

Ever since, like this, Yang Feng and the others ran in front, and a bunch of holy flame followers were chasing after them, but they didn't have any killing intent or anger. Instead, they looked bitter, they just wanted to follow the rules It's just a procedure.

Yang Feng was chosen by the ancestors as the next heir to the leader, it was an ironclad fact, and they treated him as the young leader. But since the Holy Fire did not agree this time, then this Tyrannical Robe can't be worn.

You are still the prince now, even if you will be the emperor sooner or later, you can't wear the dragon robe before you pass the throne. This is the rule.

But Yang Feng doesn't care about so many rules. Why should he return what he has got his hands on?

So he ran desperately without looking back, a group of flies buzzing behind his ass.

Patriarch, what are you running? Why don't you do it? They can't beat you again! "Mo Shaoqiu let out a laugh while following Yang Feng.

Looking at the dark and oppressive crowd behind, Yang Feng couldn't help but anxiously said: What to fight? The arena is a worldly society, not a fight. We have robbed others' things and beat them. Do we want to show our faces? Besides, these days, people have treated us well, how can I hurt them casually? This is too unethical, I am a person with an ID card. "

Oh, that's the case, the owner is really kind, hahaha! "

With a loud laugh, Mo Shaoqiu nodded clearly.

Yang Xiaoyi on the side rolled his eyes helplessly, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Third brother, if you really speak morally and righteously like this, you won't grab someone's robe and just run away. He's not a kid anymore, so just grab the things he likes. Does our family care about his robe?

Although this robe is a rank 12 war soldier, it is indeed rare, but you can't grab it either, tusk.

Compared to his brothers, Yang Xiaoyi is a noble person. He disdains this kind of beating, smashing, looting and burning, but at this time, watching Yang Feng's whole body black and harsh, with nine lifelike dragon robes, he can't help running. He touched it unconsciously, his face full of envy.

Rank 12 soldiers, really domineering, when can I wear them? Borrow it from him another day, hehe.

Young Master Yang, please return the holy robe! "

Young Master Yang, please return the holy robe! "

Please Young Master..."

...

Huh huh!

Yang Feng and the three ran out of the hall, but they saw a black shadow flashing out, and they were already surrounded. There were people in all directions, densely packed with people.

However, they didn't dare to be rude to him, and they knelt down together, stubbornly speaking. It is like a group of eunuchs who are persuading young princes not to be playful. They are not beating or cursing, they can only request.

Yang Feng was blocked and couldn't run away. The Poison King behind them also chased after him. They also clasped their fists beggingly: Young Master Yang, stop making trouble. Waiting for you to practice the etiquette a few more times, and if you are familiar with it, let's go through the ceremony again, and the flame will definitely agree. You are now the only heir to the leader of this sect. Sooner or later this robe will be yours. Take it off now. "

I do not! "

Shaking his head like a rattle, Yang Feng hummed softly: How many more rituals do I need to practice? Do I have so much time? Now the eyebrows are on fire, the ghost king is demolishing the base in my hometown. If I don't rush back, the game is over. "

Mr. Mo, second brother, hold on to me, I'm about to take off! "

As he said, Yang Feng stretched his hands and hugged the waists of the two of them. They didn't understand what was going on, so they heard him shout, swish, and flew high into the sky, flying straight out of the barrier.

Uh!

With a twitch of face, everyone present was shocked unconsciously, and 10,000 heads of grass and mud horses ran across.

I'm going, Master Yang can actually fly?

Then, how far has his current cultivation level reached, and has the ability to fly in the air?

Everyone on the scene was dumbfounded. That Wang Batian also chased everyone out. After watching this scene, he was stunned for a while, suddenly thought of something, suddenly took out a jade medal from the storage ring, and slammed to the three people in the sky. Throwing over there, roared: Apprentice, catch the jade card sent by the sect, the thing is done, quickly see the teacher in Islam! "

Yes, Master, I understand! "

Yang Xiaoyi's respectful answer was heard from a distance, and then the figures of the three completely disappeared from the horizon.

Wang Batian nodded slightly, then looked at the two Poison Kings who were still sluggish, and laughed unconsciously: Everyone is gone, go back, why are you standing stupidly? Are you going to deal with the ghost king with them? "

The ghost king’s apostasy had nothing to do with the religion. Besides, this teaching has been enshrined for a hundred years, and has no contact with the entire martial arts. Now even if the black soul tree is resurrected again, it is the grievance between the ghost king and the martial arts righteous way. It has nothing to do with this teaching. What does this teaching do, huh! "

His face darkened slightly, and the Poison King spouted a rough air from his nostrils, which seemed a little sulky, then waved his sleeves, and said, "It's all gone, let's talk about it when Young Master Yang finishes his business." "

After speaking, the Poison King has left silently.

Wang Batian took a deep look at him, understood what he was thinking, did not speak, and left with the others.

Although the new teacher is now mainly dealing with the ghost king, but the poison king, and even the entire holy flame cult, do not have this mind.

After all, those who pushed the entire sacred religion to a desperate situation in those days, in addition to the ghost king, there are also those famous sects, martial arts righteousness, and ten empires.

Those self-proclaimed heroes of the world really don’t know whether the events of the year were the personal actions of the ghost king or were they deliberately instructed by the Holy Fire?

It was just to use a pretext to attack their sacred religion.

Who made them even though the sacred religion had declined in those days, it was still a behemoth, posing a threat to them?

Therefore, under the guise of justice, they beat the Holy Flame to almost exterminate the religion, so that they are now ennouncing the religion for a hundred years.

Nowadays, in the eyes of these sacred cultists, no matter the ghost king, the top ten empires, or the right way of martial arts, they are all enemies. They can kill each other, the dog bites the dog, and they all kill themselves. Our Holy Fire Church will ignore them, hum!

Everyone sneered in their hearts, hoping that this ghost king's black soul disaster would cause a loss-for-all situation to the entire martial arts.

As for their next leader, although he is also involved in this matter, he is so strong that nothing will happen.

Yang Feng took Yang Xiaoyi and two of them, rushed out of the enchantment of the Holy Fire cult, and drove towards the capital. Then Mo Shaoqiu was held and flew above the nine sky, and was shocked: Patriarch, you can fly for nine days, no wonder your strength So strong, what kind of cultivation is it? "

This...I don't know too well, it's much higher than you anyway! "

Yang Feng thought for a while, but couldn't tell why.

Mo Shaoqiu knew the weirdness of their Patriarch, and sometimes he didn't even know it, so he nodded clearly, and said: Also, Patriarch, we are going back to the capital, you seem to be flying in the wrong direction! "

what? is it? "

After a moment of stagnation, Yang Feng smiled awkwardly, and immediately turned his head and flew in the other direction.

Sorry, the geography was not good since I was young. "

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