1130 The Poison of the City

&nbA vast mansion is located in the center, soaring into the sky, soaring to the top of the city lord's mansion like Wangru's castle. Bursting bursts of red, dyed the entire void into a color, if this is just to appreciate the beautiful scenery, it will definitely make people addicted to it.

But obviously, no one has the heart to stop and admire this beautiful picture. At this moment, many dementors had already gathered around the city, and they all rose into the sky and galloped towards the top of the city lord's mansion.

On the top of the city lord's mansion, Yifeng raised his eyes and saw that they were as small as ants.

The dementors who kept coming all around made Yi Feng secretly vigilant, and he couldn't help asking the man on the throne: "Senior, what should we do now?"

The man on the throne also looked at the dementors galloping towards the sky one by one, bombarding the top of the city lord one by one. Under their bombardment, the whole ground began to shake.

"Unexpectedly, so many years have passed. The restriction has dissipated so badly. Yifeng, enter the city quickly. With their attack power, I am afraid that the restriction will not last long. They may really get the pearl." The man on the throne is also a little anxious.

Obviously, the man on the throne underestimated the dissipation of the restriction, and also underestimated the strength of the crowd who came in. This attack again and again shakes the ground.

Yifeng's heart tightened, he nodded vigorously, and galloped towards the city lord's mansion. At the same time, some dementors did not gallop to the top of the mansion, but galloped into the mansion together with Yifeng.

"Follow the king's instructions and find the other half of the king's soul as soon as possible. Time is running out." The man on the throne urged.

Yi Feng was also anxious, as long as the restriction was broken, someone would be able to get the pearl and recover it.

"Forward, always forward." The man on the throne kept pointing at Yifeng's progress.

Sensing the urgency of the man on the throne, Yifeng didn't hold back his fighting spirit, and galloped forward in a flash. This speed shocked everyone who came in with Yifeng, and the man on the throne was also very surprised.

"Very good, with this speed, maybe we can enter the restriction before them. However, we have to get the other half of the king's soul body first, otherwise the king will not be able to break through those traps." Throne The man said anxiously.

Yi Feng nodded his head firmly, swung his speed to the limit, and galloped frantically towards the opponent.

"Wait! There is an illusion here! The illusion that the old immortal set up here, slow down, there are traps in the illusion, without the strength of the king, if you fall into the trap, it will be very dangerous." The man on the throne saw Yi Fengdu Not slow, galloping straight towards a twisted space in front, couldn't help reminding. Although he was strong at the beginning, he didn't know much about illusions.

"No need!" Blocked by the astonishment of the man on the throne, Yi Feng accelerated his speed and galloped towards the illusion.

The man on the throne saw that Yifeng was so supportive, and couldn't help being anxious: "Yifeng, rush slowly, don't be impulsive. Although the old immortal is only superficial in illusion, but after all, he is a strong man of the holy rank, and he is not superficial at all." Enough for you to feel better."

"Such a shallow illusion can't help me." Yi Feng said, his figure kept changing in the illusion, and his wings were still flapping.

The man on the throne was also very surprised to see Yifeng walking regularly. Because Yifeng didn't encounter a trap, and the man on the throne had a faint feeling that Yifeng could get out of the illusion by walking like this.

"Could it be that this kid also understands ancient illusions?" The man on the throne didn't understand very much.

"I once obtained a fantasy inheritance from an ancient master-level powerhouse." Yi Feng seemed to know what the other party was thinking, and explained to the man on the throne.

The man on the throne was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed: "Great, I thought this illusion would take a lot of time, but now I can pass through it easily, which saves most of the time."

"boom……"

Just when the man on the throne was very happy, there was a roar in his ears, and the whole city began to shake.

The face of the man on the throne changed greatly: "Not good, there are eight-star soul masters among them. The restriction is about to be opened, Yi Feng, hurry up, hurry up and get out of the illusion."

The man on the throne was very anxious and kept urging Yifeng.

Yifeng's face also changed drastically, an eight-star soul master. What a terrifying existence that was. The current Yifeng, even if he used all the skills to kill the immortals, he would not be able to shake his status.

Seven stars and eight stars are no longer a difference in level, but a qualitative change. Yifeng is now confident that he will be able to retreat even if he can't beat the ninth rank. But he couldn't take Junjie's moves, because it was a hurdle. This tiankeng is countless times wider than the one between Wang Jie and Zun Jie.

So even for a girl like Ning Xuan, after getting the old man's insight, holy water, and all the help. Still not a bit confident to break through to the king rank. One can imagine the gap between the king and the respect.

Even though Yifeng knew that eating beads would definitely attract eight-star soul dementors, what he didn't expect was that there were actually eight-star soul dementors within thousands of miles. Eight-star soul masters are extremely powerful and extremely rare.

It is understandable that there are so many soul masters Yifeng in a radius of thousands of miles, but there is an eight star. But it was surprising, not to mention thousands of miles away, even if there was an external force around, it was extremely difficult to find such a soul master like Yifeng.

However, there are, I have to say, Yifeng and the other dementors have very bad luck.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" The man on the throne kept urging. If these restrictions had not dissipated so quickly because of the age, he would not be afraid that the other party would make waves. But now, I am afraid that the restriction will be blown away by the opponent soon.

Yifeng also felt the urgency in it, his wings fluttered, and he was like a fish in water in the illusion. Soon, Yifeng found the exit of the illusion, and his figure flickered and disappeared into the illusion.

However, when Yifeng disappeared, he could already hear the screams in it. This made Yifeng sneer, he didn't understand illusions, and casually breaking into illusions created by the powerful saint-level powerhouses was just asking for guilt.

But as soon as Yifeng came out of the illusion, his face changed drastically: "Toxic!"

Yi Feng, who had just taken a breath, felt a little numb all over. If Yi Feng could see it, he would surely find that his entire face had turned pitch black. The horror of this toxicity can be called appalling.

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