v3 Chapter 217： Everything is negotiable

The middle-aged man's eyes were staring round, he looked at the collapsed chest, but he felt the terrible death breath.

He has been asleep in a bronze coffin for thousands of years, and is considered to have died once.

This time I almost passed by the real death, and my heart was frightened and angry.

"who are you?"

The middle-aged man could not determine the identity of Feng Hao and Prometheus, and he was very gentle.

But he thought that they had no injustice and vengeance with Fenghao.

Is there no room for negotiation without injustice?

"I don't care who we are, just ask you a word and die!"

Prometheus stared at the middle-aged man with blue eyes as if with huge magic power. The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Okay, I'm dead ..."

But just after this sentence, he quickly shook his head and said, "No, you can't ... this Lord has been sleeping for thousands of years, just to be with him, and definitely not dead."

boom! !!

After the middle-aged man recovered his mind, he probably knew that Feng Hao and Prometheus were going to kill him.

So there was no nonsense, taking advantage of Feng Hao and Prometheus' loss of time, the injured Qin Huang jumped into the bronze coffin directly.

Wow!

Then eighteen chains of different colors, like a creeper, entangled several times, exuding a certain mysterious atmosphere.

"The breath of these chains ... It shouldn't be something in this world, he's something soaked in Shura prison in the Divine Realm ..."

As soon as Prometheus' finger touched it, he froze and his finger was burnt.

It wasn't high temperature, but something impregnated on the chain, which had a lethal lethality to Prometheus.

"Are you all right?" Feng Hao asked worriedly.

He broke out in one step, grabbed Prometheus's small hand, then looked at Prometheus' scorched fingers, and blew gently subconsciously ...

call……

But just after taking a breath, Feng Hao stopped.

"Why should I blow? She is not an ordinary person ... why do I care so much about her?"

Feng Hao had countless doubts in his heart, he didn't even want to understand why he shot it ...

This seems to be an ambiguous thing to do between couples.

"You guys ... can you give the Lord a little dignity and pull the chains hard ... I can't do it with flirtation?"

Inside the bronze coffin, the voice of a middle-aged man sounded loudly.

Although he met two powerful men who couldn't stand it, he could still hide.

Lying in a bronze ancient coffin, absorbing the power of the world of the Emperor Qin Huang, he felt as if he wanted to rise again.

"Well, it's very comfortable ... this wave is completely lossless."

The middle-aged man had an intoxicated expression, and then ... when he opened his eyes and looked at the coffin cover, the whole man suddenly stopped.

Where did the special bronze coffin go?

Where did the 18 chains that had been soaked in torture in Shura prison go? Does anyone tell me?

Why ... in front of this young man in casual clothes, his handsome face will appear in front of him ...

Yes.

The middle-aged man in the bronze weird thought he could hide with eighteen chains.

Prometheus has indeed been greatly affected, because the Shura Protoss, where she is located, is hostile to the divine criminal law Tianruo Shura prison ...

So these chains that have been soaked in Shura prison are very lethal to the protoss.

But Feng Hao is not. These chains are just a few times bigger than usual for him.

Not to mention several times bigger, even if it is ten times bigger, Feng Hao naturally breaks easily.

In the bronze coffin, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe was holding the Emperor Honghuang Qin who was almost sucked by an adult.

"Give me the coffin lid, and then ... trouble to cover it for me, okay?"

The middle-aged man didn't want to wake up now, he felt that he could still sleep for a while.

This period is a bit dangerous.

Actually, Feng Hao and Prometheus existed at this level.

"What do you think?"

Feng Hao smiled coldly, reached out with a large hand, and lifted the middle-aged man directly, who was trembling with horror.

Mighty like him, actually encountered this terrible existence,

"Everything is easy to discuss, and solitude has not hurt innocent ..."

The middle-aged man recognized it very promptly, and on the level of incontinence, he could be comparable to the fire unicorn bull demon king and others.

"It's not a matter of hurting or not hurting. Before that, how good would it be if you were lying underground?"

"Now, just jump out and scream for King to come to the world. Where did you put the Emperor?"

Feng Hao can almost determine the identity of the middle-aged man.

Although it was the Emperor Qin Shihuang, it was a strong man in the divine realm who was struggling to become the Lord.

This is full of dangerous and uncertain factors, how could Feng Hao allow middle-aged men to leave the palace.

"If you show up early, maybe ... the Lord will consider waking up carefully, but it's too late now ..."

The middle-aged man smiled.

Fortunately, his attitude is very good, otherwise, with Feng Hao's personality, it is estimated that Qin Huang was stepped on his feet and rubbed.

Rub on a smooth floor.

"It doesn't matter, Bendi will kill you again ..."

Feng Hao laughed at all. I thought that the God of the Divine Realm was so good, but I didn't expect it ... but so timid as a mouse.

Perhaps there is a saying that is right, the more hard-earned things, the more cherished.

When Qin Huangzheng heard Feng Hao's words, he was so frightened that his hair was erected ...

Just go out again.

"Don't be impulsive, you say ... what conditions can let me go."

After all, the middle-aged man did not learn to fully integrate the power of Honghuang Qinhuang, but his face did not have any arrogance.

At the point of life and death, he was highly concentrated, just to be able to live.

If you just wake up and you are going to die right away, then you might as well fall asleep.

"Began to talk to Bendi about the conditions?"

Feng Hao sneered again and again.

"Dare to ..."

The middle-aged man got up from the bronze coffin and threw Qin Huang, who was still in a breath, to Feng Hao in a dead dog.

"I didn't kill him, I know you guys came for him ..."

After the middle-aged man absorbed the power of the origin, he intended to kill Qin Huang, but after seeing Feng Hao and Prometheus, he was glad to have left this shield ...

puff!

However, at the moment when his voice had just fallen, I didn't know when, Feng Ming with a smile in his mouth and when he appeared in front of him.

Another punch came out ...

He felt that his internal organs had been beaten out, and the power of the floodland world seemed to have encountered the world, so scared that he couldn't dare to show his head ...

"What's going on? Why can't the Holy Lord use the power of the flood?"

The middle-aged man held his chest and looked at Fenghao dullly.

He apparently merged the Emperor Qin emperor's dragon spirit, which is the power of the flood world, but it was still Zhao Zhao's attack.