Chapter 1125 Save me and go out

The man on the throne obviously did not expect Yi Feng to refuse so quickly. According to his understanding, Yi Feng had to consider it. After all, one would save an ancient strong man, which would be very tempting. If an ancient strong man throws a little, it would benefit Yi Feng a lot.

"I'll pay you!"

After the man on the throne said this, he thought Yi Feng would consider him. But the most direct rejection came from his ears: "Senior, are you teasing me? You are a soul body and are you here, what else can you get for being here?"

Yi Feng looked at the throne man with contempt, his lips full of sarcasm and mocking. What else can tempt and lure him into such a soul body?

"Haha, if you have nothing to do with me, I will leave first." Yi Feng looked at the palace and had nothing except this man on the throne. This made Yi Feng feel a little disappointed. He spent so much time and got nothing.

Just as Yi Feng turned around and left, the man on the throne did not stop him. He just said lightly: "Where is the bead of devouring?"

This sentence made Yi Feng's pace suddenly stop, and he looked at the man in the throne and said, "Tell me about your deal."

The man on the throne actually became silent. He thought that Yi Feng had a bead of devouring, and the bead might not be able to lure him. He was so tempted, but he didn't expect that as soon as the beads were spoken out, the other party agreed to listen to his deal.

While this made the man on the throne happy, he couldn't help but feel lost. He originally thought that Yi Feng's devouring beads were obtained from somewhere, but now it seems that he owns them.

"Old guy! You are really a good method." The man on the throne said gritting his teeth. The bead was not taken away, and it was even more difficult for him to get out of trouble.

"As long as you hand over the devouring beads, I can consider saving you." Yi Feng said to the other party.

"Do you think a soul body may have a bead of devouring?" The man in the throne looked at Yi Feng. A soul body touching a bead of devouring, which is no different from seeking death.

This sentence made Yi Feng turn his head and prepare to leave: Grass, you can’t say anything without the beads!

Seeing Yi Feng so decisively, the man in the throne was not in a hurry. Looking at Yi Feng who was still walking to the palace gate, he said lightly: "If it weren't for my help, with your strength, it would be impossible to get the bead."

"Is that so? How can I know if I don't try it?" Yi Feng smiled, without disturbing the other party's words, the energy of the devouring beads in his hand was input into the vortex of the palace gate.

"Try it? Something left by a saint-level powerful man. Do you think you are a seventh-level soul-capturing master to try it? Haha, maybe you have reached the nine stars. There is some hope." The throne man said casually.

"Saint-level powerhouse." Yi Feng was shocked and then stopped to input the energy of the bead devouring bead, "You mean? This bead was left by the holy-level powerhouse?"

"That's right, if it weren't for the saint-level powerful man, how could I divide this king into two, and how could I destroy my king's city?" The throne man said gloomy, his eyes full of hatred.

Yi Feng didn't understand what he meant by splitting into two. But Yi Feng understood that this man in the throne was tortured here by a saint-level powerful man. If this was really something left by a saint-level powerful man, with his pride-level strength, it would be extremely difficult to get it.

"You mean, the saint-level powerful man slaughtered the city?"

Yi Feng was completely scared by the other party's words. A strong man who reached the holy level was undoubtedly a god in the eyes of ordinary people in the world. Such a strong man generally cares about his identity and torture may massacre the city. At least, if Yi Feng has a holy level, he would not be interested in killing those who are far inferior to him. How tiring it would be.

"How much hatred do you have with this saint-level strongman?" Yi Feng looked at the throne man and his curiosity surged. Above the irreconcilable hatred, otherwise the saint-level strongman would not have done the act of slaughtering the city in boredom.

Yi Feng now understood why there were so many evil souls in this city. And there was a smell of blood everywhere. The entire city was slaughtered, and it was not surprising that so many evil souls were condensed.

"Shit... I just forced his woman to be violent. Damn it, but if I knew that it was the woman of the old devil, I would not touch the woman even if I beat her to death. It was just a woman, and it actually destroyed millions of people in my city. Let me each of them bear the pain of burning the soul." The man on the throne was obviously stepped on his tail and roared, obviously hating her to the extreme.

Yi Feng then noticed the chains locked by the man on the throne. Sure enough, there were deep flames burning on the chains, and white smoke was emitted from the man on the throne. Yi Feng didn't know how painful it was to burn his soul, but it must be better than Ling Chi.

This holy-level powerful man is really cruel to let the other party bear the pain of soul burning for countless years.

However, I also understand Yi Feng very well. If that man touches his woman, he might even do it, let alone the city and the country.

Looking at the blood and energy that kept pouring into the throne man's body, Yi Feng looked at the throne man's eyes and felt sympathy. The blood and energy completely spontaneously entered his soul to replenish energy.

Obviously, the man in the throne didn't believe it, and the other party wanted to let him suffer all the torture. Of course, after so many years, the man in the throne seemed to be numb to such burning. At least Yi Feng didn't feel any pain in him.

You deserve to be involved in the saint-level powerhouse!

Yi Feng sighed in his heart that the saint-level powerhouse is already the top existence in the world.

"Do you have a way to get the bead?" Yi Feng still didn't believe that a person who was tortured to such a holy stairs could get the bead.

"No! I can't!" said the man on the throne very seriously.

"cannot?"

Before Yi Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man on the throne and said, "But what about you?"

"Where is me?" Yi Feng was even more confused.

"Yes! You are a soul-capturing master and have a bead. The most important thing is that you are a living person. So it is not impossible to get the bead with the help of this king. The premise is that you have to save this king and you can help you." The man on the throne said in a deep voice.

Yi Feng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't believe you!"

Yi Feng naturally didn't dare to take this risk. Judging from the situation of this soul body, he was at the lowest level and even the highest level of the king level. Even if the other party is a soul body now, his strength is far beyond him.

Although he could not exert much strength over the years of consumption, Yi Feng did not want to take this risk.

There is no simpler person in ancient times. Everyone knows this.

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