Martial Inverse

The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open. Looking at the collapsed chest, he actually felt a terrible breath of death.

He had been buried in an ancient bronze coffin for thousands of years, and he was regarded as someone who had died once.

This time I almost missed the real god of death, and I was shocked and angry.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man was unable to determine the identities of Feng Hao and Prometheus, his tone was very gentle,

But he thought he had no grievances with Feng Hao and the others.

Does having no injustice and no enmity mean there is still room for negotiation?

"It doesn't matter who we are, just ask you a word, die or die!"

Prometheus stared at the middle-aged man, his blue eyes seemed to have great magic power, the middle-aged man nodded dully and said, "Okay, I'll die..."

But just after he finished speaking, he quickly shook his head and said, "No, you can't... This Holy Master has been sleeping for thousands of years, just to merge with him, and he will definitely not die."

boom! !

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

So there was no more nonsense, taking advantage of the moment when Feng Hao and Prometheus lost their minds, they grabbed the injured Qin Huang and jumped directly into the ancient bronze coffin.

Crash!

Then eighteen chains of different colors were wound several times like creeping tigers, exuding a certain mysterious aura.

"The breath of these chains... shouldn't be something from this world, it's something soaked in the God Realm Shura Prison..."

As soon as Prometheus touched it with his fingers, his fingers were scorched.

It's not the high temperature, but the things soaked in the chains, which are fatal to Prometheus.

"Are you okay?" Feng Hao asked worriedly.

He collapsed in one step, grabbed Prometheus's little hand, then looked at Prometheus' fingers scorched by chains, and subconsciously blew gently...

call……

But just after taking a breath, Feng Hao was stunned.

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

Feng Hao had countless questions in his mind, he didn't even think about why he would blow it...

This seems to be an ambiguous thing between couples.

"You guys... can you give me some face, pull the chain hard... can you kill me by flirting?"

Inside the ancient bronze coffin, a middle-aged man's trembling voice sounded.

Although he met two strong men who couldn't be offended, he could still hide.

Lying in the ancient bronze coffin, sucking the original power of Qin Huang in the prehistoric world, he felt as if he was going to soar again.

"Hey, this is very comfortable... This wave is not a loss at all."

The middle-aged man had an intoxicated expression, and then... when he opened his eyes and looked at the lid of the coffin, he was stunned.

Where did the fucking bronze coffin cover go?

Where did the eighteen chains soaked in torture in Shura Prison go? Is there anyone to tell me?

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

Yes.

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

Prometheus was indeed greatly affected, because the Shura God Clan she belongs to has a hostile relationship with the God Realm Criminal Law Heavenly Prison Shura Prison...

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

But Feng Hao is not. To him, these chains are only several times larger than usual.

Not to mention how many times bigger, even if it was ten times bigger, Feng Hao would easily tear it apart.

Inside the ancient bronze coffin, a middle-aged man in a dragon robe hugged the prehistoric Emperor Qin who was almost sucked dry, with an awkward smile on his face...

"Give me back the coffin lid, and then... Please help me close it, can you?"

The middle-aged man doesn't want to wake up now, he thinks he can still sleep for a while.

This time period is somewhat dangerous.

There are existences of the level of Feng Hao and Prometheus.

"What do you think?"

Feng Hao smiled coldly, stretched out his big hand, and directly lifted the middle-aged man, who was terrified.

As powerful as him, unexpectedly encountered such a terrifying existence,

"Everything is easy to discuss, Gu didn't hurt the innocent..."

The middle-aged man's confession was very timely. In terms of unscrupulousness, he was comparable to the Fire Qilin Bull Demon King and others.

"It's not a matter of harm or not. Before that, how about you laying on the ground with peace of mind?"

"Now, you just jumped out and clamored to rule the world, where did you put this emperor?"

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

Although it is Qin Shihuang, he is a strong man in the God Realm who is striving to become the Holy Lord.

Such a factor full of danger and uncertainty, how could Feng Hao allow the middle-aged man to leave the underground palace.

"If you had appeared sooner, maybe... the Holy Master would seriously consider waking up, but it's too late now..."

The middle-aged man smiled.

Fortunately, his attitude is very good, otherwise, with Feng Hao's personality, he would have stepped on Qin Huang's feet and rubbed him.

Rub on smooth floor.

"It doesn't matter, I will kill you one more time..."

Feng Hao didn't know whether to laugh or not. He thought that the Holy Lord of the God Realm was amazing, but he didn't expect... to be so timid as a mouse.

Maybe there is a saying that is right, the more hard-won something, the more cherished it is.

After Qin Huang Yingzheng heard Feng Hao's words, the hairs all over his body stood on end...

Just kill it again.

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

After all, the middle-aged man hadn't learned how to fully integrate the original power of Emperor Qinhuang, but there was no aloofness on his face.

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

If you just wake up, you will die immediately, it is better to sleep forever.

"Have you started negotiating terms with the Emperor?"

Feng Hao sneered again and again.

"Don't dare..."

The middle-aged man got up from the ancient bronze coffin, and threw Qin Huang, who was still breathing heavily, in front of Feng Hao like a dead dog.

"I didn't kill him, I know, you should have come for him..."

After the middle-aged man absorbed the power of the source, he intended to kill Emperor Qin, but after seeing Feng Hao and Prometheus, he was lucky to leave this shield...

puff!

However, at the moment when his words just fell, Feng Hao, who was clearly smiling at the corner of his mouth, appeared in front of him at an unknown time.

Another punch came out...

He felt that his internal organs had been blown out, and the original power of the prehistoric world seemed to have encountered heaven and earth, and he was so frightened that he did not dare to show his head...

"What's going on? Why can't this Holy Master use the power of the wild?"

The middle-aged man held his chest and stared blankly at Feng Hao.

He obviously fused with Emperor Qin's emperor's dragon energy, which is the original power of the prehistoric world, but the Zhao family still couldn't resist Feng Hao's attack.