Liu San, who was behind Yan Feng, suddenly knelt down again at this moment, with excitement in his voice!

Behind him, the continuous soldiers, especially the 100,000 commanders, were all so excited.

They all knelt on the ground again!

"Please ask the young emperor to take over the throne of the Desert Emperor and regain the holy realm!"

"Re-palm the Holy Land!"

The sound is like a thunder, stacked and uninterrupted.

On Yan Feng's left side, Zhi Mo... At this moment, he was also kneeling on one knee!

There was also Dao Qingmu, with a smile on his face.

He did not kneel down, but moved behind Yan Feng, obviously agreeing.

However, the strong men from Qingmu Lingzhou knelt on the ground one by one!

There are also hundreds of millions of soldiers from Qingmu Lingzhou, who also kneel down!

Please invite the young emperor!

Accompanying the throne of Emperor Huang!

Re-palm...Holy Domain!

The sound is endless in my ears.

But at this moment, there was a sneer in Yan Feng's heart.

This sound is the white-haired old man.

"Why are you laughing?"

Yan Feng spoke in his heart.

"What I laughed at is that the disaster is coming, and I am still talking about inheriting the throne, re-controlling the holy realm, the holy realm... But it is indeed funny. A prison land has become a commendable existence in your eyes."

"The disaster is coming?"

Yan Feng's eyebrows condensed...

"What do you want to say?!"

[We have to move, and we have to go back to our hometown... There are too many things, it's too late to update, sorry]
Chapter completed!