Violent Martial Soul System

"Okay, okay, your surname is Zhao, you want to fly with long wings, don't you?"

The two confidantes of Heita gritted their teeth angrily, but in the end they still didn't dare to make a move. They turned around and ran towards Heita's hut: "Wait for me, Mr. Hei will have to peel all the skins for you later..."

As soon as those two guys left, the more than 30 jailer servants behind Zhao Feng all rushed up, all of them with worried expressions on their faces.

"Boss, are you really planning to fight against the Black Tower? It's not that I'm talking in frustration, the chance of success is almost zero!"

"Yeah, it's not that we're afraid of death, the key is to mess around knowing there's no hope... It's really not reconciled!"

"It's fine if there is a chance to fight, but the Black Tower is an eighth-level powerhouse. We are all third-level and fourth-level here, and we have no chance if we try our best!"

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"Leave the black tower to me, don't worry, you basically won't need to take action!"

Faced with these euphemistic words of admonition, Zhao Feng just smiled mysteriously, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the black tower's hut.

In sight, a strong black man with a height of at least 2.3 meters was striding forward with a ferocious face, followed by the two confidant devils. At this moment, these two guys seemed to feel that they had moved to a backer. , his face was full of pride.

"I heard that you refused to pay the 70% tax?"

When he got closer, Heita stood with his chest folded several feet away. Since he was a full head taller than Zhao Feng, his gaze was a condescending scrutiny, and the expression on his face was full of joking and kindness. ridicule!

"It's not that I don't pay taxes and profits, but 70% is a bit of a problem. I heard that the higher-ups collect 50% from Wanluo Prison!"

Zhao Feng didn't show any weakness, and let the black tower lose face on the spot: "As the leader of the prison guard, it's fine if you don't seek benefits for the brothers below, but you actually deducted 20% of the profits without permission, it's too dark, right? ? It really lives up to its name!"

"Looking for death! Little third-order ants, what qualifications do you have to question this commander?"

Heita was ashamed, and immediately flew into a rage, roared like a roar, and punched Zhao Feng in the chest.

As expected, he is a body-forging demon expert who pursues the ultimate in strength. This punch looks simple, but it clearly carries the sound of rumbling thunder, and even the space has waves and ripples. A mighty force that breaks all spells!

To know,

This Ten Thousand Luo Prison was constructed by the Tianji Clan using space folding technology. Its internal space is extremely complicated and extremely stable. Even the treasure with the teleportation function in the hands of the green-bearded old man cannot help him break through this fold. The restraining power of the space alone shows how terrifying the stability of the space here is.

But right now, with the random punch of the black tower, such a stable black prison space was faintly shaken, which even surprised Zhao Feng.

But it was just a bit of an accident, if you were to be intimidated by the opponent's punch, it didn't exist at all!

"Third-order ants? I think you are blind!"

With a sudden shout, Zhao Feng's body retreated, and at the same time, his hidden cultivation level exploded. A majestic pressure comparable to that of the Black Tower spread out from his body in an instant, startling the demons who were watching the battle. The jailers were caught off guard and exclaimed.

Even the black tower on the opposite side, under the pressure of the sudden spread of the realm, their expressions changed slightly. After the punch missed, they immediately withdrew their moves, stood a few meters away, and looked at Zhao Feng from top to bottom: "You really are hiding! Cultivation? But what about the eighth level?"

"Do you know why this commander chooses the way of body forging?"

"Hmph! Our demons are not only born with strong spiritual power, but more importantly, they have strong resistance to this power. Therefore, the battles between demons are basically based on strength. Although you It's also eighth level, but it's not a body forging cultivation, just relying on spiritual strength, it can't shake me at all..."

"Go to hell!"

The last sentence roared out, and the look on Heita's face became ferocious again, and under the slight shaking of his shoulders, another fierce punch came head-on!

"It's just hopelessly stupid!"

Hearing that the other party chose the way of body training for this reason, Zhao Feng was speechless, and sneered: "Today I will show you how powerful the profound transformation of spiritual power is when you cultivate it to a high level!"

"boom!"

Before the words fell, a mighty invisible spiritual force surged out of Zhao Feng's body, turning into a hurricane-like spiritual storm, which also aroused the sound of thunder, rumbling towards The black tower shrouded away.

"puff!"

With the sudden arrival of this spiritual storm, the figure of Heita who punched out suddenly froze, and with a miserable look on his face, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a blood arrow.

Then he stared wide-eyed, and fell straight on his back, his figure hit the ground, and there was a huge bang. After that, there was no more movement, and it seemed that there was no breath, and it had already fallen.

"This is the horror of cultivating spiritual power to a high level. Even if you are a demon, you must never try to be completely immune. Your entire brain will be destroyed in an instant! It's strange if you don't die!"

Watching the black tower fall, Zhao Feng felt relieved, but he still concealed it in his words.

The reason why the black tower fell to the ground was obviously not because Zhao Feng's spiritual power was already so strong, but because he secretly contained a ray of human monk's spiritual consciousness in this mighty spiritual storm. Power.

Although the devil's spiritual power is strong, so it can block the detection of the power of the human's spiritual power, and it can't be submerged in his brain at all, but with the spiritual power wrapped outside as a cover, Zhao Feng's spiritual consciousness can He submerged into Heita's brain area with ease, and his brain area was instantly turned into a mess as soon as he ran. If he didn't die like this, it would be unreasonable!

Of course, this method is useless to human monks. After all, strong humans still have souls, and if their brains are damaged, the souls will go out of their bodies.

Casually concealing the matter, Zhao Feng turned his head and looked at the devil jailers around him.

At this moment, without exception, these guys were all in a state of petrification, their mouths were wide open, they stood dumbly, and their eyes were all fixed on Heita who was lying on his back on the ground.

A powerful eighth-level demon, died so lightly?

Even though they saw all this with their own eyes, they still couldn't accept it in a short period of time. It was too terrifying, and they couldn't even imagine it!

"Cough cough! Don't worry, everyone, now that the Black Tower is dead, although you still have to pay taxes and profits in the future, 70% of them are absolutely impossible!"

With a light cough, Zhao Feng began to win people's hearts, seeing that all the demon jailers turned their heads to look at him, and then he continued: "But our Wanluo Prison is a huge land, and even the jailers have hundreds of brothers. With so many numbers, having no leader among the dragons is not a long-term solution, since most of the brothers are here, how about we choose a new leader?"