"It's actually white skin?"

Yang Feng looked at himself speechlessly.

He actually received a signal of a new target on the smooth and flexible belly of a hairy girl in St. Petersburg. Then, regardless of the angry roar of the Russian girl, he pulled out and jumped out of the window at the fastest speed he could achieve, plunged into Xiaoqian's arms, and completed his tenth time travel while the latter rushed forward...

Then she wore it on a white man.

Of course, this doesn't matter, even women are worn, let alone white.

However, this era...

“The taste of this era is a bit heavy!”

Yang Feng got up from the dirty and stinky street and looked at the group of people walking ahead of him in horror. These guys lined up under a priest while whipping themselves with whips. A four-wheeled carriage was driving slowly beside them. Two men with numb expressions raised a decayed corpse and threw it casually on the carriage full of equally decayed corpse. Then he walked to him, looked at him unexpectedly and continued to walk towards another decayed corpse behind him. Such corpses can be seen everywhere on this city street that should be considered a larger time.

"I'm guilty!"

"Lord, forgive me!"

"I'm guilty!"

...

Then the team of nudes walked past him and muttered mechanically, like a group of walking corpses, and their whips kept whipping on their backs, and some even slapped themselves in blood!

"Catch it, something evil!"

Suddenly a scream rang in his ear.

At the same time, a wild cat appeared in his sight with a sharp scream. Then a soldier's whip fell from his hand. The unlucky wild cat did not escape after all. He was suddenly thrust from mid-air. He screamed and wanted to get up. As another soldier holding his pocket skillfully pounced down, he grabbed it directly and picked it up.

"Burn it to death!"

A dirty little luoli next to him screamed excitedly.

"Burn it and burn the devil's minions!"

Then everyone except those who were from the nue area were screaming, and it seemed that it was not a cute little cat that should be washed, but an evil little monster.

Looking at the people who had already picked up the torches, Yang Feng finally sighed and raised his hand. The little cat automatically flew out of his pocket less than two meters away, then flew into his hands, and completed cleaning and treatment at the same time, restoring its original appearance as the British shorthair cat. Then he plunged into his arms and hummed tremblingly. Yang Feng stroked the cat a few times, then raised his head to look at the stunned guys on the opposite side...

"Silly human!"

He said with compassion.

This is Europe during the Black Death!

He then stretched out his hand to lift it up, and at the same time he used his soul energy to look at the countless plague bacillus in his hand that was about to rage. These huge numbers of small creatures were rushing towards his body like a demon, and then instantly disappeared under the powerful power of soul energy. Then he raised the zombie face, and he looked at the people in front of him like a demon looking at the prey. At the same time, a pair of sheep horns pushed open the hood above his head, and a pair of black bat wings also stretched open the black robe on his body, and suddenly opened the back, and he hugged the kitten and showed a wicked smile.

"Satan, he is Satan!"

The soldiers suddenly screamed heart-wrenchingly recently.

There was a scream on the street

"Satan!"

"Satan is here!"

"Go and find the bishop!"

...

People fled in amid the chaotic screams.

However, the two soldiers were quite brave. One of them drew a broad-blade sword and slashed directly, but before he could touch Yang Feng, the guy's body was broken.

But at the same time, Yang Feng discovered something very interesting.

An energy group rose at the moment when the soldier's body was split. Because this body was already covered by his soul energy, the energy group was immediately trapped by Yang Feng's soul energy as soon as it came out. It was struggling desperately like a frightened mouse, but it could not break free from the constraints of the soul energy. It was obvious that this was the soul of this guy. Yang Feng could even read the memories inside. He immediately mobilized the soul energy to invade, but the latter's resistance was still very tenacious. Although it would not dissipate under the imprisonment of Yang Feng's soul energy, it would be difficult for him to break through its defense line with ten times the soul energy.

"interesting!"

Soon Yang Feng gave up his efforts.

But he did not let go of this soul, but continued to imprison it by his side. It would not be a problem anyway, so keep it and play slowly!

It is obvious that his ability is approaching the threshold of breakthrough again. If he can truly solve the problem of absorbing other soul energy, even if it is not immediately absorbed, but is imprisoned like this to prevent it from dissipating and spend a little time, then his strength will also be leap. Not only does it not need to accumulate by traveling through the times, but it does not even need to accumulate by traveling through time. After all, countless people die on the earth every day, and even if no one dies, he can do it himself. If he wants it, he has millions of souls at his fingertips.

That is the real breakthrough.

Imagine that his soul energy soars thousands or tens of thousands of times, Yang Feng couldn't help but fascinate.

At this moment, more soldiers came, and even several knights appeared.

This was the fourteenth century, and their language was English. This should be a city in England. If it weren't for the Black Death, they were still continuing the Hundred Years of War with the French. With the progress of the times, the Chain Armor Knights of the Crusader era were out of date. At this moment, at least large pieces of plate armor had appeared on the knights, but they were still in the era of chain armor. These iron cans urge war horses on the dirty and narrow streets, and rushed towards them with their rifles. There were even many longbowmen on a tower behind them.

Yang Fengrao looked at them with interest, and in a blink of an eye, four cavalry lances entered the coverage of his soul energy at the same time.

The next moment, these rifles began to turn into smoke and dust from the front end. The terrified knights had no time to take their war horses, and then they crashed into Yang Feng's absolute realm, and then began to melt from their armor, and together with the flesh and blood of them and the war horses, they continued to turn into smoke and dust...

Finally, they and the white bones of the war horses scattered at Yang Feng's feet in a charge.

Their souls are also imprisoned.

"Humiliating mortal!"

Yang Feng sneered.

Then the pair of wings behind him, which were actually furnished, and he soared into the sky with a pair of sheep's horns. He suddenly recognized his location in the screams below, because he saw the Tower of London that was previously blocked by buildings, and then he saw the Westminster Temple and the round temple church, which were only partially built, and the Fret River, which was not silted by feces. This is London, medieval London, and London where the Black Death was raging.

He suddenly swooped down.

Below was a guy in a purple robe hurried over under the protection of dozens of priests. When he saw him falling, the guy in a purple robe trembled and raised a gorgeous cross...

"Lord, ah..."

Then he was taken into the air by Yang Feng.

“What year is this?”

Yang Feng in the sky grabbed his chest and shouted ferociously.

"My Lord, my Lord Jesus Era 1,362 years!"

The unlucky guy screamed in horror.

"Thank you, you can go back!"

Yang Feng said with a warm smile on his face.

Then he let go...

In the 1362nd year of the Western Liberation, it was obvious that he missed the most terrifying period of the Black Death.

It was from 1348 to 1352. In four years, those small creatures that were invisible to the naked eye almost destroyed Europe. They were thrown into the city by the Mongols who attacked the Genoese commercial colony of the Genoese on the Black Coast, with a trench, and then boarded the Genoese merchant ships that fled the city, arrived from the Black Sea to the Mediterranean Sea and destroyed Sicily, where most people died under their claws. Then, the merchant ships without the desolate sailors continued to move forward and brought them to the Apennine Peninsula and began their unforgettable journey, spreading from the Apennine Peninsula to Northern Europe, and even Russia, which still surrendered to the Golden Horde, was not spared. In the end, they killed more than one-third of the population on the land.

Two thousand five million people just rotted like this.

And in the next three hundred years, they will always entrench over this land like ghosts, and the life they will take away may even reach 75 million. The worst Smolensk has only five living people left after the Black Death. During this period, London or the entire southeastern England has been a severely affected area. Almost every round of Black Death's comeback, it will be given priority care here. Obviously this is one of them. They have spent three hundred years in the recurrence of the Black Death until another disaster...

The London Fire in 1666.

The fire almost burned London to white ground and also burned mice carrying bacteria to death. It has to be said that it was so dirty that it needed a fire to burn both jade and stones to achieve the effect of cleaning. The hygiene conditions in the Middle Ages were indeed astonishing.

However, what does this have to do with Yang Feng?

This land is about to enter arguably the darkest age, so don't let them miss this date, continue to let them embrace the darkness and sink into the darkness.

He has to go to the east.

Because another nation is breaking free from the darkest era, but unfortunately they still did not get real light, but just made their sky slightly brighter. Three hundred years later, when this land was heading towards light, they once again sank into the abyss of darkness. He wanted to send them real light and by the way, he made some things to do on his journey through time.

1362.

Next year will be the Battle of Poyang Lake between Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang!

Amid the screams of the bishop falling from a height of 100 meters, Yang Feng swept quickly over the Tower of London with the image of a demon, and then flew eastward...
Chapter completed!