The wind and clouds are rising,

The situation in the western region changed drastically in a short time. The Zoroastrianism that dominated the western region was destroyed. The Feng family successfully stepped on the Zoroastrianism and became one of the two major clans in the western region. It was so popular that even the old family Li family was still under the Feng family. No, it should be called Feng Jia. No one in the western region knows that the strength of Zoroastrianism is above the Li family. The Feng Jia, who annexed the Zoroastrianism, is already above the Li family.

Hall of Zoroasting!

There were blazing flames on both sides, and the golden flames were like sunlight, illuminating the palace of worship.

In the hall, Yang Qifeng sat upright and Feng Huo was underneath.

He sat quietly and said nothing, looking at Feng Huo's tender face calmly and calmly began to arrange everything slowly and carefully, annexing the various problems caused by the Zoroastrianism, whether it was the stubborn people who refused to surrender, the surrender, the death and injury of the Feng family... The series of problems caused by this were arranged in an orderly manner.

Seeing Feng Huo dealing with the matter and being convinced by everyone in each room, Yang Qifeng looked around, his eyes were calm and not filled with oppression, but all the people who looked at him lowered their heads. The shadow of the famous tree, and the killing of the old man who worshiped the Zorocratic Old Man, was a person who was even more terrifying than the old man who worshiped the Zorocratic Old Man. When he looked at him, he would feel pressure in his heart and lower his head subconsciously.

"Today, there is an important matter announced,"

"I will give up the position of monk leader, and Feng Huo will be the leader!"

"No," Yang Qifeng's words fell, and Feng Huo directly took the lead in expressing his rejection.

"The head of the family is in his prime and led the Feng family to squash the Zoroastrianism and promoted it to the ranks of the clan,"

"No need to say more, I have decided," Yang Qifeng interrupted the new chief of the Changfang lineage who was speaking. He didn't care at all whether this person's words were sincere. At this moment, he had to retreat. He was not a person of this star. It would be difficult to hide this star because it was difficult for him to hide it. If he didn't do too much, it would be difficult to hide himself, but if he continued to serve as the head of the family and led the Feng family to unify the west, he would never be able to hide it.

Yang Qifeng is now like a smuggler. As long as he does not cause trouble, no one will care about it. But he just wants to go into politics with restlessness. He has little influence when he becomes a small official in a remote area. However, it would be strange if the country cannot detect it from a small official to a rank-level official in charge.

After being noticed by the Star Consciousness, he will instinctively begin to reject him. This is what is being said in a situation. One after another, the enemy will continue to emerge, as if he was trapped in a quagmire. If he was the only one in this starlight, he could still use powerful force to crack it violently. With Zhurong tribe leader, who is here, Yang Qifeng would not offend the Star Consciousness.

"Greetings to the head of the family," Yang Qifeng's attitude was firm. After rejecting everyone one after another, under Yang Qifeng's instructions, the others began to bow to Feng Huo.

As everyone bowed down, Yang Qifeng could see that the originally illusory dragon above Feng Huo's head began to roar, directly swallowing the condensed luck of the four directions, and it began to condense directly. This luck did not come in vain, but was occupied by the Feng family. After becoming the head of the Feng family, Feng Huo naturally enjoyed the greatest luck. With the change of the head of the family, Yang Qifeng noticed that the threat of the star consciousness disappeared again.

Here, Yang Qifeng suddenly looked up at the east.

The surrounding buildings could not hinder his vision. In his eyes, a figure walked towards the east step by step. He was tall, with sunken eyes, a pair of purple eyes, a straight nose, extremely hard lines, and wearing black armor, like a demon god.

The sea of ​​corpses and blood kept floating behind it, and blood formed an epic. He rose from the end, killed powerful enemies, defeated enemy enemies, and reached the top. His later generations of identities overwhelmed the first generation of witch clan and became the leader of Zhurong tribe.

"Demon clan!"

"It's time to kill!"

The time he was born was when the demon clan dominated the world, and the witch clan was hiding and panicking all day long. He was chasing the demon clan when he was young. When he rose and ran rampant, he killed more than a thousand demon clans. The instinct of hunting the demon clan had been engraved into his bones. Zhu Shisan could only find that the other party was an outsider, but he could confirm that the other party was an identity as a demon clan.

The corpse was swept with blood, and all of them were included in this punch and fell down with a bang.

The ripples spread like waves of water, the earth cracked, the space was broken, the sky turned upside down, and the end of the world, all obstacles were turned into shatter.

Yang Qifeng took a step forward, his body grew very much, and turned into a body of two feet, revealing three heads and six arms. The mysterious and yellow aura spread, turning into banner-like silk threads to hang down, protecting his body. He turned into a knife, and the sword light was shining brightly, like clouds and smoke, and the light shone everywhere. He turned over and met him without avoiding or avoiding.

Merit protects the body, and all dharmas are not touched, and all evils are not invaded!

The murderous aura filled with the sea of ​​blood was wiped out by the hanging black yellow aura. However, if this punch had no target, it would not fall anyway.

Zhuhuo's expression remained unchanged, and his body suddenly changed. He had a beast-headed and human body, two fire snakes in both ears, and his body was full of fiery red scales. He had already revealed his true body of the great witch. He also did not hide or avoid him like Yang Qifeng, allowing the other party to hit him. His body shook, and the light of the fiery red scales dimmed, and then it became brighter. The two directly fought together.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the earth is cracked, and it is unknown how many feet deep.

There was originally a plain outside Zoropause City, but now a gully appeared. The earth and mountains shaking, and the buildings in Zoropause City began to collapse.

The Dharma image of heaven and earth, three heads and six arms, and some fighting magical powers that can increase combat power have been used, but they are still not his opponent. Yang Qifeng's eyes were calm, but he was extremely afraid of the candle fire in front of him. The true body of the great witch he condensed actually returned to his ancestors, just like his ancestor Zhu Rong. Such bloodlines naturally have the magical powers of his ancestors. In layman's terms, the great witch has the magical powers of his ancestors.

Being able to temporarily fight with the opponent is also the wonderful use of his merit body. It is a characteristic that all things are not invasive. The opponent cannot do anything to him in a short period of time, but it is hard to say that after a long time, the merit body is also consumed and cannot be used all the time. If you drag it down, you will definitely not be your opponent.

But this is enough. Feeling the power rising around him, and it began to gather continuously. Yang Qifeng took advantage of the gap to retreat. Zhuhuo looked at Yang Qifeng coldly, and did not continue to pursue.

"I will come again in thirty years!" He turned around and left decisively.
Chapter completed!