1142 Out of Town

Looking at the closed city gate in front of him, Yifeng frowned slightly, and asked the man on the throne: "Senior, can you open this city gate?"

The man on the throne didn't speak for a long time, and Yi Feng's heart sank gradually. If he couldn't open the city gate, it would be for nothing that he had just bought so much time.

Just when Yi Feng gritted his teeth and was about to use violence, he heard the man on the throne say: "It is impossible to blast open the city gate with your meager strength. Look at the left side of the city gate, isn't it?" There are some patterns, if those patterns are there, this king can find a way to open them."

The man on the throne also felt a bit of a headache. The construction of this city was done by some holy rank powerhouse. So he didn't know much about the mechanism of this city gate. The way to open the city gate has always been his subordinate manager. With his status back then, how could he pay attention to such trivial matters as the city gate.

However, if the pattern of opening the city gate back then was there, it would not be too difficult to figure out a way to open the city gate based on his understanding of that holy man.

Yifeng hurried to the left side of the city gate, looked up and down, and saw some blurred handprints.

"Some fingerprints!" Yi Feng said.

The man on the throne nodded, and galloped out from Yifeng's arm. He scrutinized where he was, with a smile on his face: "Luck is better, this is the easiest way for that guy to open it. I think that guy is afraid of those who are affected. The people at the city gate can't learn too advanced, so they handed over this low-level opening method of the day."

Yifeng was slightly speechless when he heard this sentence. The method of opening the sun rank is actually the lowest level in his eyes, which shows the level of prosperity in ancient times.

"Losing your soul power to me, my soul power is not enough to support the method of performing this mudra." The man on the throne said.

Yi Feng nodded, one after another soul power poured into the soul body of the man on the throne, with a link of spiritual branding, the fusion of the two soul powers was quick.

Noticing that the man on the throne had recovered a little soul power, he kept making handprints, and the handprints containing energy were slapped on those blurred handprints. up.

When Yifeng felt that the soul power in his body was being drawn out, the man on the throne stopped his palm, his whole body became weaker, and he attached himself to Yifeng's arm again.

"Unexpectedly, all these small opening methods made me so hard."

The man on the throne sighed, with his strength back then, it took almost no time to use such a handprint method.

Yifeng realized that almost half of his soul power had been consumed, so he gave a wry smile and stared straight at the handprint. The handprints are combined with a strange mansion, exuding a strange luster.

After these arcs were connected, the city gate finally exploded and rumbled, which meant it was opened.

"Those who are cheap. According to the fingerprints I made just now, they may be able to figure out a way to open it. We can't rely on the city gate to stop them for a while." The man on the throne sighed.

Hearing these words, Yifeng's eyes lit up, and the seals in his hand kept knotting. Under his knots, streaks of soul power galloped out, and then covered these fingerprints. Under Yifeng's actions, the fingerprints were smoothed out. The original handprint traces disappeared, and what was left was a bluestone that was exactly the same as the bluestone of the city wall.

"Illusion!"

The man on the throne looked at the city wall in front of him without a trace of strangeness, and looked at Yifeng in surprise. Unexpectedly, Yifeng can create illusions.

"With the level of my seven-star soul master, I can't see it at a glance even if Eight Star doesn't look carefully. This is enough to stop them for a while." Yi Feng smiled slightly.

"Hmm! That's great. If you go out as fast as possible, it won't take long for the city to open. About a few minutes!" said the man on the throne.

Yi Feng nodded, looking at the city gate that opened a gap, the figure also galloped towards the city gate, displaying his body skills to the extreme.

After using teleportation and body skills repeatedly, Yifeng appeared outside the city gate before the city gate was fully opened.

And Yi Feng who appeared outside the city gate suddenly noticed many eyes on him, Yi Feng turned his head to look, and found that these eyes were from the dementor who had not entered the city.

These dementors failed to enter the city, but left just like that unwillingly. One by one waited outside, wishing to gain some benefit, when they saw Yifeng come out, all of them stared at Yifeng with fiery eyes, especially looking at the wide open city gate behind Yifeng, they were even more fiery.

Sensing the greed in these people's eyes, Yi Feng snorted and didn't speak, and wanted to leave in a flash.

However, he was quickly blocked by a soul master.

Yifeng checked the strength of this dementor, a six-star mid-level! This made Yifeng's mouth reveal a scornful smile: "You want to keep me?"

Most of these dementors who failed to enter the city were defeated in the battle for the city gate. How strong are such people? How could Yifeng care?

Yifeng didn't even intend to fight the opponent, but the voice of the man on the throne came from Yifeng's arm: "Yifeng, kill him, kill him. After devouring his soul power, this king's strength can also be restored Some."

Hearing this sentence, Yifeng stopped, looked at the person blocking him and said, "If you want to blame, you can only blame your bad luck!"

After saying these words, Yifeng's figure cast fiercely, teleportation and dementor were cast at the same time, and at the same time, the death energy in his body also burst out, and Yifeng made a fierce attack as soon as he made a move. He has pursuers behind him, and he doesn't want to waste his strength on this dementor.

A seven-star dementor and a sixth-rank respected martial artist displayed their strengths at the same time, so how could a six-star mid-level fighter be able to resist it. He hardly had a chance to resist, Yifeng grabbed several times and twisted the opponent's neck. The soul body was squeezed out by Yi Feng's soul-absorbing technique, and then the man on the throne opened his mouth and swallowed the soul body completely.

After the soul body was swallowed, there were some explosion sounds from the body of the man on the throne. When the sounds stopped, the man on the throne laughed and said, "It's so cool!"

The man on the throne who regained a bit of strength also locked his eyes on the other dementors, and rushed towards one of the weaker dementors. A voice was left behind: "Yifeng, I will devour all these dementors by hand, and then my strength will recover about 40%. Even if I face an eight-star dementor, I won't be helpless."

Hearing this sentence, Yi Feng was overjoyed, and rushed towards those soul masters.

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