"It's actually white?"

Yang Feng looked at himself speechlessly.

He really received the signal of a new target on the smooth and flexible belly of a hairy girl in St. Petersburg, and then he ignored the angry roar of the Russian girl, and directly pulled out of the window as fast as he could, plunged into Xiao Qian's arms, and completed his tenth crossing while the latter jumped forward......

And then it was put on a white man.

Of course, it doesn't matter, he even wears women, let alone white.

However, this era ......

"The taste of this era is a bit heavy!"

Yang Feng got up from the filthy and foul-smelling street, and looked in horror at the group of people walking in front of him, these guys were walking in a procession under the leadership of a priest and whipping themselves without stopping, and next to them a four-wheeled carriage was moving slowly, two men with numb expressions lifted a rotting dead body, threw it casually on the carriage full of equally rotting dead bodies, and then walked up to him, looked at him unexpectedly and continued to walk towards another rotting dead body behind him, And such dead bodies can be seen everywhere on the streets of this city, which should be considered to be one of the larger cities of this era.

"I'm guilty!"

"Lord, forgive me!"

"I'm guilty!"

……

Then the group of self-nue walked past him and muttered to themselves mechanically, like a pack of walking corpses, and their whips were whipping on their backs, and some of them had even whipped themselves to blood!

"Catch it, evil thing!"

Suddenly, a scream rang in his ears.

At the same time, a wild cat appeared in his field of vision with a shrill scream, and then a soldier whipped a whip in his hand, and the unlucky wild cat did not escape after all, and was suddenly whipped out of the air, screaming and trying to get up, as another soldier with a bag skillfully pounced, grabbed it directly and picked it up.

"Burn it!"

A dirty little Lori next to her screamed excitedly.

"Burn it, burn this devil's minions!"

Then everyone Yang Feng could see was screaming in the same way, looking at the posture, as if it was not a little cat that should be very cute after washing, but a little monster that was evil.

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

"Stupid human!"

He said compassionately.

This is Europe at the time of the Black Death!

He then stretched out his hand to make a lifting shape, and at the same time used his soul energy to look at the countless plague bacilli in his hand that were about to wreak havoc, these huge numbers of small creatures were surging towards his body like a demon army, and then instantly disappeared under the powerful power of soul energy, and then he raised the zombie face, he looked at the people in front of him like a demon looking at his prey, and at the same time, a pair of sheep horns opened the hood on his head, and a pair of black bat wings also stretched out the black robe on his body, and opened up behind his back, He just hugged the kitten in his arms and smiled evilly.

"Satan, he's Satan!"

The nearest soldier burst into a heart-rending scream.

The streets burst into screams.

"Satan!"

"Satan is coming!"

"Go to the Bishop!"

……

Amid the chaotic screams, people scattered and fled.

However, the two soldiers were quite brave, one of them drew his broad-bladed sword and slashed directly, but before he could touch Yang Feng, this guy's body was torn apart.

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

An energy mass rose up at the moment when the soldier's body was torn apart, because this body was already covered by his soul energy, so as soon as this energy group came out, it was immediately trapped by Yang Feng's soul energy, where it struggled desperately like a frightened mouse, but it was never able to break free from the shackles of soul energy. Obviously, this is this guy's soul, Yang Feng can even read the memories inside, he immediately mobilized his soul energy to start invading, but the latter's resistance is still very tenacious, although it will not dissipate under Yang Feng's soul energy confinement, but even with ten times the soul energy to break through its defense line, it is very difficult.

"Interesting!"

Soon Yang Feng gave up his efforts.

But he didn't let go of this soul, but continued to imprison it by his side, anyway, it didn't get in the way, just keep it and play slowly!

Obviously, his ability has reached the threshold of a breakthrough again, if he can really solve the problem of absorbing other soul energy, even if it is not absorbed immediately, but confined like this to avoid its dissipation and then spend a little time, then his strength will also be leapfrogged, not only does he no longer need to rely on the number of crossings to accumulate, but he does not even need to rely on the accumulation of crossings, after all, countless people die every day on the earth, even if no one dies, he can do it himself, if he wants, he has millions of souls at his fingertips.

That's the real breakthrough.

Imagining his soul energy skyrocketing thousands of times, Yang Feng couldn't help but be fascinated.

At this moment more soldiers arrived, and even a few knights appeared.

This is the fourteenth century, and their language is English, this should be a city in England, if it weren't for the Black Death, they would still be fighting the French in the Hundred Years' War, with the progress of the times, the chainmail knights of the Crusader era have fallen behind, at least at the moment the knights have appeared on the body of large pieces of plate armor, but they are still in the era of chain mail. The tin cans drove their horses in the dirty, narrow streets, rammed with their rifles, and even longbowmen appeared on one of the towers behind them.

Yang Feng looked at them with interest, and in the blink of an eye, four riding spears entered the coverage of his soul energy at the same time.

In the next moment, these cavalry spears began to turn into smoke and dust from the front end, and those frightened knights didn't have time to take their war horses, and then they also crashed into Yang Feng's absolute realm, and then began to melt from their armor, and they and the flesh and blood of the war horses continued to turn into smoke and dust......

In the end, they scattered at Yang Feng's feet with the white bones of the war horses in a charging attitude.

Their souls are similarly imprisoned.

"Humble mortals!"

Yang Feng sneered.

Then the pair of wings behind him, which were actually ornaments, flapped and he soared into the sky with a pair of ram's horns, and recognized his location at once in the screams below, because he saw the Tower of London, which had been obscured by buildings, and then he saw Westminster Abbey, which was only partially built, and the round Temple Church, and the River Fleet, which was not silted up by excrement, and this was London, the London of the Middle Ages, the London of the Black Death.

He swooped down.

A purple-robed fellow below was hurrying under the protection of dozens of clergy, and when he fell, the purple-robed fellow trembled and raised a magnificent cross......

"Lord, O ......"

Then he was taken into the air by Yang Feng.

"What year is this?"

Yang Feng in the sky grabbed the clothes on his chest and shouted hideously.

"My Lord, my Lord Jesus, is 1362 years!"

The hapless creature screamed in horror.

"Thanks, you can go back!"

Yang Feng said with a warm smile.

Then he let go......

In the year 1362 of the Western calendar, it was clear that he had missed the most terrifying outbreak of the Black Death.

It was from 1348 to 1352, and in four years the invisible creatures nearly destroyed Europe, and they were thrown into the city by the Mongols who attacked the Genoese commercial colony of Faka on the Black Sea, and then boarded Genoese merchant ships that fled the city, from the Black Sea to the Mediterranean Sea and destroyed Sicily, where the vast majority of the people died at their clutches. Then the merchant ships, which had no dead sailors on the way, continued to carry them to the Apennine Peninsula, and began their unforgettable journey from the Apennine Peninsula to Northern Europe, even the Russians, who were still subject to the feet of the Golden Horde, and eventually killed more than a third of the population of the land.

Twenty-five million people rotted in this way.

And for the next three hundred years, they will always be entrenched in the sky over this land like ghosts, and the final life may even reach 75 million, and the worst Smolensk will have five living people left after the Black Death, and during this period London or the whole of the southeast of England has been the hardest hit area, almost every round of the Black Death comeback, here will be taken care of, obviously this is one of them, they spent three hundred years in the Black Death repeatedly, until another disaster......

Great Fire of London in 1666.

The fire almost burned London to the ground and killed the rats carrying the germs, and it has to be said that it was so filthy that it took a fire to burn the jade to achieve the effect of cleaning, and the sanitary situation in the Middle Ages was indeed eye-popping.

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

This land is about to enter what can be said to be the darkest age, so don't let them miss this date and continue to let them embrace the darkness and sink in the darkness.

He had to go to the East.

Because another people is breaking free from the darkest times, but unfortunately they still do not get the real light, but only make their sky a little brighter, three hundred years later, when this land goes to the light, they sink into the abyss of darkness again, he wants to send them the real light, by the way, let his journey through this journey have something to do.

Year 1362.

Next year will be the battle between Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang over Poyang Lake!

In the scream of the bishop falling from a height of 100 meters, Yang Feng cosed the image of the demon and swept over the Tower of London, and then flew east......

(The United States partially prohibits rewriting, and it is expected to be completed by the end of next month)