When the old man of the Yellow River turned around from the mountain wall, he had already heard the deafening sound coming along the Yellow River channel.

It was the sound of countless mountains and rocks falling into the water.

Boom rumble, from far to near.

The Yellow River seemed to be boiling.

Although I had a premonition, I was actually shocked when I saw this scene.

The old man in the Yellow River appeared in front of the sarcophagus nailed into the Yellow River by five huge iron chains across the river. On the sarcophagus, a man in ancient costume stood on it.

He carried a huge iron chain and smashed the 100-meter-high mountain peak on the side of the Yellow River in front of him.

Stone chips, dust, and people covered in blood.

In the sky, everything that should fall and what should not fall is falling.

The sound of falling into the water is filled with sound.

But Chen Feng did not stop, and the iron chains in his hand standing by the river kept rising.

The surrounding rocks were smashed and the escaped people were crushed.

On the cliffs on both sides are not just falling mountains, but there are blood stains on the walls.

Blood remains along the mountain walls, or flows into the Yellow River, making the color of the Yellow River water deeper, or accumulates in small earth pits in the Yellow River, gathering into blood pits.

Without moving, Liu Huai stood quietly on the mountain, feeling the trembling of the rocks under his feet under his feet under the thrust.

"Old man, are you here? Although you don't understand why you are the first, you are still not a child. But as the first, you can always do it for a while!"

Liu Huai just vaguely calculated the ranking of the old man, but he had no idea whether he could withstand the imperial horse steward in the late Ming Dynasty.

After all, the tenth swordsman kneeled in an instant.

"Stop!"

The old man from the Yellow River shouted loudly.

He waved his hand and, beside the bamboo raft, a ray of water from the Yellow River rushed out of the Yellow River and rushed towards Chen Feng.

"Bold, where is the superiority?"

Chen Feng turned his head and said angrily.

He swung his iron chain more than 10,000 kilograms in his hand with one hand.

In an instant, the chains surrounded him, blocking the water of the Yellow River that was rushing.

"Who is this?"

The old man in Yellow River stared at the strangely dressed person in front of him and asked loudly.

"He was the Imperial Horse Supervisor of Feng and Chen Feng during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty!"

Liu Huai's answer came from the side of the Yellow River.

Chen Feng?

A monk and a pair of eyes on the bamboo raft.

Isn’t this the ancestor of the tomb robber family?

Isn't he dead?

Why did you run out by yourself?

The old man in the Yellow River frowned when he heard this. He had heard this name many times in the mouth of a monk and a Taoist.

But shouldn't he have been dead for a long time?

"He is a yin-cultivator who tried to continue his way forward after the Jingnan Campaign. Although he didn't know how he survived, he seemed to have a bad brain now."

Liu Huai's voice continued to be passed down from the mountain.

Is this how?

The old man in Yellow River looked at the person in front of him and thought to himself.

"Hey, Chen Feng, can you communicate?"

The monk shouted at the person in front of him wearing eunuch's clothes.

But what responded to him was Chen Feng's iron whip.

"You go to the shore!"

The old man in the Yellow River raft was on the toes, and the bamboo raft was instantly rushing towards the shore like an accelerator installed.

But he walked on the surface of the Yellow River and flexibly avoided the iron chains and rushed towards Chen Feng.

Seeing the old man on the Yellow River stepping on the surface of the Yellow River, Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

Not everyone can step on the Yellow River.

The Yellow River is rumored to be a yellow dragon in ancient times. It is unruly and difficult to control and is eventually suppressed into the Yellow River.

In the age of mythology, this is the forbidden zone.

Here, carp can live in the Yellow River, corpses can be caught in the Yellow River, and dragon clan can be taken down.

But even if you have a great cultivation level, you will not be able to get down to the Yellow River.

"He Bo?"

Chen Feng's eyes were a little confused, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he frantically extracted information about He Bo from his head.

Hebo, also known as the river god, is the god who controls the Yellow River.

But since the world has passed away, there has been no Hewang on earth.

"Impersonate Hebo?"

Chen Feng's voice became more and more confused. In his memory, He Bo could not pretend to be.

Because it is not a Hebo, you cannot enter the Yellow River and you cannot command the water of the Yellow River.

But his thoughts were interrupted in an instant.

Dozens of water columns with a diameter of one meter surged from the Yellow River, and like a giant dragon rushed towards Chen Feng.

This is absolutely not close.

The water of the Yellow River can fall into the spirit.

Chen Feng quickly stepped back, but seemed to have thought of something again.

He stopped, waved his iron chains again into a dense shield, blocking the water columns.

People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were stunned.

Who is this old man?

Too fierce.

After the turtle grandson crawled out of the sarcophagus, he appeared in a defensive state for the first time.

"You are the Yellow River Monument guardian!"

After constantly recalling, Chen Feng blocked the water of the Yellow River and said.

The Yellow River Monument guardian is the predecessor of Hebo.

It is rumored that the reason why Hebo became Hebo was recognized by the Heavenly Monument that fixed the Yellow River in the Yellow River.

"Although you are a candidate for Hebo, you cannot interfere with the affairs of the dynasty on earth. Do you want to deceive me, the dynasty on earth, and fall into the Dharma-Ending End?"

Chen Feng's words were filled with coldness.

"Your Ming Dynasty has been dead for 500 years."

The old man from the Yellow River stood on the surface of the flowing Yellow River and replied quietly.

"This is impossible. You are confusing the public. I just accepted the emperor's secret order yesterday. You people must be coveting the imperial seal. Damn it!"

Chen Feng said angrily, he jumped and kicked the sarcophagus onto the mountain. The five iron chains broke instantly when he landed, and he took advantage of the force to go up the other mountain.

The sarcophagus just flew not far from Liu Huai.

"Is this a gift for me?"

Liu Huai was stunned for a moment, but in the end he didn't step forward.

If Chen Feng suddenly rushed over, he would really not be able to withstand it.

On the other side, the iron chain in Chen Feng's hand was pulled down from above the mountain.

"Boom!"

With a whip, the river broke through.

The old man from the Yellow River flexibly avoided Chen Feng's attack on the Yellow River.

Since he has practiced to the realm of refining essence into qi, the clearer the pattern of the Yellow River Sky Monument in his mind has been.
To be continued...