Chapter 807

The green air flow was flashing constantly, and a mysterious border like energy blocked the exit of the inner hall. The energy was extremely flexible, but it looked like catching a turtle in a jar.

And that's not the point!

There are not a few rare treasures, flowers and plants in the hall, and the rows of tables and chairs are also very clear.

There were colorful lights in the censers, and the aroma was like burning chalcedony. People could feel a slight quenching sound from their body when they smelled it.

These burning things do not need to be guessed, but they also know that they are valuable. Even after burning for countless years from ancient times to now, they can still continue to burn. Obviously, these censers are not ordinary.

In particular, the mysterious herbs constantly surging with the glow, and even all kinds of spirits are rare and unusual. Even around the inner hall, there are glittering weapons.

Even after countless years, these weapons still flicker with cold light, even the sound of dragon singing, tiger roaring and even the sound of Feng Ming. The sounds of all kinds of divine and exotic animals are continuous

It's obviously at the level of magic weapon.

But it's hanging here... It's like an upstart eating fruits to show off his wealth, but the surrounding furnishings are unique and elegant.

If at the beginning, the strong will compete with each other in ecstasy. Even each of the treasures here is enough for them to benefit a lot.

But now, they don't have this idea, not even a trace of idea!

Repress!

Terrible depression!

In this inner hall, every inch of space seems to be full of a terrible force, constantly absorbing their true Qi. Even after they entered here, their true Qi has completely disappeared.

What is martial arts without Qi?

Both the powerful Wushen level and the low warrior level need to rely on Zhenqi, but now without Zhenqi, their levels are completely the same.

Ye Fantian smiled

Smile very proud!

Looking at the trembling glory God King, ye Fantian's heart is very big!

Especially when he saw the stunned expression on the faces of the ancient emperor Wu, he was particularly angry.

When he entered, he felt that there seemed to be some strange energy around him, which restricted the flow of true Qi, so that Wuxiu's true Qi could not be brought into play normally.

Using means, let the glorious god King send out a sad scream, which really prompted all the Wuhuang, especially the Qiyao God Emperor, to rush in.

As he judged, even the strong at the Wuhuang level are restricted here.

"Wu Huang who has lost his true Qi... I don't know how much strength is left in the flesh!"

"Nine turn Xuangong", "magic star formula"

Ye Fantian's two main skill methods are completely based on the premise of refining the flesh. Every time he quenches and grows up, the strength of the flesh is enough to enter a certain abnormal state.

Therefore, ye Fantian is very confident about his own flesh. Even with the power of his flesh, ye Fantian can completely confront the strong at the level of Wu Jun, not to mention guarding the martial arts cultivation that is a hundred times worse than himself.

"My true anger has disappeared!"

The seven Yao emperor said slowly in his mouth. Although his tone seemed flat, it was very clear that there was a tremor in the other party's mood, which was about the unknown tremor.

The terrible part of the secret place is recorded in ancient records, but they all seem particularly relaxed from the beginning to now.

He easily got the divine medicine and herb, and easily got jingling. The other party was like a monster who knew human psychology, constantly trying to figure out their greedy heart.

"I'm afraid it's more than that!"

Ye Fantian's mouth roared in a low voice.

As soon as he said this, the seven Yao emperor's face suddenly became gloomy and abnormal.

"White haired devil, what do you mean?"

Ye Fantian gently stroked his palm and then sneered at the seven Yao emperor with killing intention:

"What do you mean? Your eyes have completely burst out of killing intention just now. You want to kill me, but now you have lost the support of true Qi. You are just a loser whose body is more powerful than ordinary martial arts. Do you need me to make it more obvious?"

Ye Fantian smiled as if he were a demon.

He is not a good man. He has never even admitted that he is a good man. Facing the enemy who wants to kill himself, ye Fantian has no so-called chivalry and has a fair duel.

"Let's start with you."

Looking at the glorious god with a timid color on his face, ye Fantian said slowly in his mouth.

"Hum... White haired devil, I swear, if you dare to hurt a hair of my offspring, I will let your family bury him, including yourself!"

Click!

"Ah..."

Compared with the shrill scream just now, it came out again

Ye Fantian's arm moved slightly, but the terrible physical force forcibly tore one arm of the glorious god king!

"Asshole!"

The seven Yao emperor roared angrily, and there was endless resentment in the hysterical voice.

"Old dog, I'm an asshole? We found it here originally, and you didn't have your share from the beginning, but what about you? From the beginning to now, you have completely divided up our treasures, even killed so many of us, and let us be used as bait. Are you still calling me an asshole? Is there anyone more asshole than you?"

Ye Fantian's anger erupted madly.

As soon as he said this, the seven Yao emperor even wanted to argue again, but he had no reason at all.

For powerful martial arts practitioners, low-level martial arts practitioners are like mole ants. Because they are powerful, they can be unscrupulous. Because they are powerful, they kill mole ants like grass mustard. There is nothing to pity.

But I never thought of Feng Shui taking turns. Now it's his turn.

"The white haired devil... You have to forgive others. Don't do too much."

Qiyao said slowly in his mouth. At this time, the body of the glory God King has been shaking. Without the maintenance of true Qi, the pain on him is even more unbearable. He has always been a towering genius and the glory of the son of God, but now he is trampled on the ground by Ye Fantian like a dead dog, which not only makes his body extremely painful, More for his pride is a kind of destruction.

However, several Wu Jun present did not have the slightest pity, and even showed an excited look.

The glorious god King relied on his ancestors to be the seven Yao God Emperor. He constantly framed them and even let them be cannon fodder. Now such treatment is completely retribution.

"I, ye Fantian, is a little man. I never even thought of climbing on anyone's head and trampling on them wantonly, but you forced all this. Emperor Qiyao, I'm sure that if you restore your strength, the first person to kill is me. I'd rather believe in myself than believe in you, an old dog."

While talking, ye Vatican's right foot was lifted up again, aimed at the already desperate glory, and the God King stepped down slowly.

"Wait!"

The seven Yao emperor's mouth suddenly roared.

"What?"

Ye Fantian sneered in a low voice.

But there was no slightest relaxation of vigilance on his face.

"This is the purest blood of the empress. If you kill him, you will never die. Tell me, what do you want? As long as the empress can do it, everything can be discussed."

Ye Fantian tilted his head, and a strange wave suddenly flickered in the center of his eyebrows:

"The power of the mysterious soul? The power of the mysterious soul has not been suppressed?"

There was a burst of joy in his heart, and then a faint smile appeared on Ye Fantian's face:

"As far as I know, you have existed for thousands of years. Should you have some virtual soldiers?"

"Virtual soldiers?!"

The seven Yao emperor roared loudly as if he were a wild cat stepped on its tail.

Obviously, he does have the virtual soldiers, but for a strong man at the Wuhuang level, especially the ancient Wuhuang strong man, the virtual soldiers are probably all kinds of treasures collected in his life. If he handed them to Ye Fantian now, it would be no less than forcibly cutting off half of his life.

"Here you are... You can't use it. The virtual army has been perfectly integrated with me. If I don't untie the mark, you can't use it at all. Now that I have lost my Qi, the emperor can't untie the mark!"

"You don't need to take care of this!"

Ye Fantian's expression was quite strange, and his smile was very cold.

"No?"

Ye Vatican's foot again slowly stepped on the body of the glorious god king.

Pop pop

The crisp voice came out clearly in the inner hall.

The scream echoed in the hall made Ye Fantian's anger gradually disappear.

"Stop!"

Seeing that his descendants would be trampled to death by Ye Fan, the seven Yao emperor couldn't help shouting to stop him.

"Ye Fantian... We have recovered our strength. You fight with me. What a hero you treat me like this!"

The king of glory cried sadly.

But ye Fantian ignored the proud guy and looked at the seven Yao emperor.

"Hum..."

The seven Yao emperor snorted coldly and then took out a silver eardrop from his ear and threw it away.

"Earrings? The level of such an empty soldier is certainly not low!"

Ye Fantian's heart rejoiced.

"Without the use of true Qi, you can't see it at all. White haired devil, wait for the emperor, wait! Glory, you're enduring for a moment!"

Qiyao emperor's heart kept roaring, and a trace of strange energy slowly swam away in his body

Poof

A sudden mouthful of blood sprayed out of his mouth. The seven Yao emperor looked at Ye Fantian incredulously on his face, his eyes wide open:

"How can you unlock my mark?"

Ye Fantian slowly put on this eardrop, with a brilliant smile on his face!

Click!!

The crisp voice came out slowly, and the glory of the God King fell!

A terrible roar with infinite power began to burst out:

"White haired devil - I want you to die!"