He needs an internal ***.

But he had no half a century to enlighten the wisdom of the people, and he had less than twenty years, so he could only adopt the shortest time-consuming and fastest means. Religious means. History has long proved that in an era when people's wisdom was not civilized, religion was the best means. In the case where people did not know what ideologicalism, gods were the best substitutes, and gods were also the simplest and easiest substitutes.

"I am God!"

Yang Feng sat on the lounge chair, muttering to himself with his eyes closed.

Next he will wait for his first believers.

He closed his eyes and sat motionless on the recliner. Princess Hexiao next to him asked several times. Seeing that Yang Feng had no reaction, he did not dare to continue asking, but he did not dare to leave, so he had to lie on the coffee table and wait.

It was dark soon, but Yang Feng was still sitting in the courtyard in the dark. Time passed slowly. Until midnight approached, Princess Hexiao, who was half-dream and half awake, suddenly heard a small sound. She subconsciously opened her eyes. A stone as big as a fist was rolling in the yard. Her mind was quite flexible. She immediately lay there motionlessly, half-opening and half-closing her eyes, looking at the moonlight. Soon a figure in black furrowed off the wall, her masked face looked around with vigilant eyes, and soon fell on her and Yang Feng. The man walked forward carefully for a few steps but didn't respond. Then he opened the gate of the courtyard as quickly as possible. Five people in black from the same outside quickly walked in and walked in front of them together.

The leader walked up to Yang Feng and gently pulled out the knife in his hand.

"Master Yang, brothers will send you to become an immortal!"

He whispered.

At the same time, the knife in his hand stabbed Yang Feng's chest directly.

The latter accidentally turned over. The oxtail knife did not stab into his heart, but it directly cut open his ribs. Blood gushed out instantly. Yang Feng then sat up straight, but the knife of the man in black was stuck on the thick bamboo in the recliner. He couldn't pull it out for a while and was so scared that he quickly abandoned the knife and took a step back. At the same time, all the other five people pulled out the knife and stepped forward.

Surrounded by them, Yang Feng stretched as if he had just woken up.

"Uh, what's wrong with this dress?"

He looked at the big hole in his clothes curiously.

"Whose knife is this?"

Then he found the knife beside him, and pulled it out while saying it. He pinched the tip of the knife with his left thumb and index finger, and made a random mistake. The inferior iron knife was immediately broken. He was like holding a toy, bent downwards. Soon the oxtail knife was rolled into a tape measure in the sound of his chin hitting the ground. Yang Feng threw it into the arms of the man in black who stabbed him.

"Qilin, is this yours?"

He said.

The latter kneeled directly on the ground when his legs became weak.

"Master, please spare my life. The villain is obsessed with ghosts and eyes but does not recognize gods. Please beg for the mercy of the Taoist!"

He lay on the ground and howled.

In his position, it was clear that the wound under Yang Feng's ribs was completely unharmed. When his knife cuts Yang Feng's ribs, he saw the blood gushing with his own eyes, and even the blood on the robe was still obvious, but the skin was indeed unharmed.

At the same time, all the other five people knelt down.

They were also frightened.

"Ghostly obsessed?"

Yang Feng sat down again and said with a sneer.

"Come on!"

Then he lowered his face and said.

Qi Lin pulled down the masked black cloth, crawled forward a few steps, and knelt there tremblingly.

"The death penalty is avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped!"

Yang Feng shouted.

At the same time, he shook his sleeves, and a short stick instantly slid into his hand. Then a little blue light shone on the stick. The next moment, he directly hit Qi Lin. Then he heard Qi Lin suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, trembling violently as if he was epilepsy, curled up on the ground. At the same time, a smell of shit and urine spread from him.

"You all come forward to receive the lightning punishment."

Yang Feng shouted at the other five people.

One of them got up without hesitation and ran out, but almost at the same time, a meteor fell in the night, and then a ball of flames surged out less than two feet above his head like a torrent, falling from head to toe. Then the guy turned into a fireman, screaming under the burning of the fire, and fell to the ground and rolling and struggling, but soon stopped moving. Under the reflection of the flames, the remaining four men in black who were also preparing to run turned around and threw themselves at Yang Feng's feet without hesitation.

"The villain asks the immortal to punish him!"

They shouted in unison.
Chapter completed!