These killers are so determined and determined, and they obviously believe in this belief.

Yang Feng looked at them deeply, originally wanted to tell the truth a few more words, at least he knew where they came from, but after thinking about it, he would just forget it.

No matter where they come from or who they are assigned, their belief that they want to kill themselves is theirs.

They are not those chess pieces at the mercy of others, they are really willing to sacrifice their lives for one thing, but this belief is too shallow.

Simple racism cannot solve any problem except for the origin of hatred.

"Okay, very good, just because I am an ancient god, I deserve to die!"

He nodded heavily, Yang Feng laughed helplessly, smiling: "But have you ever thought that besides being the ancient gods, I am also Yang Feng, and I represent myself.

Even if the ancient tribes you met before were not good, it cannot be explained that I am just like them and will definitely bring disaster to you.

Maybe…I am the same fellows as you guys?”

“How is this possible?

Will the ancient tribe follow us all the way?"

Sneering and shook his head, the killer leader looked at Yang Feng with contempt, but looking at Yang Feng's extremely serious face, he gradually stopped laughing.

"Someone once told me that you may be a unique ancient tribe.

But unfortunately, we can't afford to take that risk and do not believe that you dare to leave your race.

Killing you is the safest thing.

If you are not my race, your heart will be different!”

Silence, Yang Feng will not say anything.

If you are not my race, your heart will be different.

Just these eight words have made me always regarded as a great enemy by the local gods and were chased everywhere; just these eight words have made the grudges between the ancient gods and the local gods lasted for hundreds of billions of years, causing disaster to future generations.

Swish! A light flashed in his hand, and Yang Feng took out the Seven Emotions and Six Desire Monument without any warning: "Since that's the case, there's nothing to say.

Even though I admire your courage to firmly believe in it, I dare to risk the world's ruthlessness to attack the hungry ghost realm.

But unfortunately, you are wrong in the direction you are heading.

Your enemies are not me, not the ancient gods, but just none of my tribes, and their hearts must be different. These eight words."

"What's this?"

His body shook, and when the five or six killers saw the artifact Yang Feng took out, a burst of uneasiness flashed through his heart.

Yang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Look at you, have you gotten the point wrong again?

You should focus on those eight words, not what I have taken out.

Even if you know what this is, will it be useful?

Can you resist?"

"The Monument of Seven Emotions and Six Desires, Seal!"

With a loud shout, Yang Feng threw the artifact out. As the dazzling rays of light shot out, the killer commander and the other killers all stopped and could not move at all.

This... this... everyone was shocked. Unexpectedly, this magic weapon was so powerful that it could instantly hold the five or six masters together. There was no possibility for them to break free.

Not to mention, this artifact was used by a seriously injured intern saint, and it could achieve such power.

If it is used by those ghost kings, what can it be?

Not to mention the five or six masters of them, even their entire killer group will be completely destroyed in an instant.

By the way, what kind of magic weapon is this?

The killers were shouting in their hearts, but how could they know?

Although this magic weapon is powerful, it also depends on the user's skills.

What has stopped the three of them now is not the effect of this artifact, but the powerful soul power of Yang Feng's more than 300 masters! It is precisely because Yang Feng is using this artifact that this artifact can exert such strong power.

Otherwise, even if the Nine Ghost King is used, it will only trap three of them at most. How can they all be bound here?

"Happy, sorrow, joy, sorrow...seal!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng printed another trick in his hand, and the souls of these people were immediately divided into seven parts, six of which turned into dazzling light and were sealed in the Seven Emotions and Six Desire Monument, leaving only anger and wandering around their bodies.

In an instant, the eyes of these people turned red, their murderous aura suddenly increased, and they had already lost their minds. They were like lions locked in cages, waiting for the gate to be released and bite.

Yang Feng didn't pay attention to them anymore. He walked past the killer leader, took away the dagger in his hand, then snapped his fingers, and returned to his hand. The killers immediately broke free and soared into the sky, rushing towards the ghost kings who were about to rush to help.

"Boy, why didn't they completely seal their souls? They still have one left in their bodies?"

"Let them go and make trouble. We have to open the Resurrection Gate. Otherwise, if this turmoil is so easy to calm down, where can we find such a good opportunity to take action?"

A flash of splendor in his eyes, Yang Feng agreed to the old guy in his body and ran towards the depths of the Soul-Devouring Ladder at a high speed.

Seeing that his beloved disciple was surrounded by those killers, the Seven Ghost King was about to rescue him, but when he saw the killers turn to rush towards them, he immediately did not dare to neglect them and was ready to fight. However, as soon as he fought, he found that these people were crazy and fighting was lifeless.

Suddenly, the Seven Ghost King and the entire Hungry Ghost Death God fell into a bitter battle... At the same time, Yang Feng soon came to the Resurrection Gate and took out the nine seals: "Master, how can you use this?"

"Use the Nine-character Truth Sword!"

"What nine-character true words?

I won't!"

"What?

You are already an intern god, but you have never even learned such a basic magic trick from the Taoist Nine-character Mantra?

Even some mortal monks can do this!"

"Please, I rely on the system power given by Lord Tiandao in the mortal world, and I have never learned these things at all."

Yang Feng rolled his eyes, and the old man smiled coldly: "No wonder, the grudge between the ancient gods and the local gods has not been resolved for such a long time. This is the plan set by the way of heaven!"

"What?

What game?"

"Boy, do you think that the way of heaven gives you the divine power that transcends mortals to you?

Humph!"

With a sarcastic smile, the old man teased: "Any responsible parents who want their children to make a name for themselves in the future will be strict with each other since childhood.

Only those nouveau riche who are uneducated or knowledgeable, or those who are insidious who are intentionally harmed, will always spoil those little ones who don’t know anything and eventually train them into waste. This is called praising and killing!"

"Praise and kill?"

“Yes, you can think about it.

The local gods have to come to the divine realm after years of cultivation.

Their cultivation and insight are accumulated step by step.

They understand the truth of the great way, do not stick to matter, but have noble pursuits.

But where are you ancient gods?

Without any experience, nor understanding of the universe, the whole thought remains on material competition.

You nouveau riche come to the God Realm and come together with the local Gods. Just like primary school students and college students live together, your ideological realm is not on the same level, so can there be no conflict?"
Chapter completed!