Violent Martial Soul System

"boom!"

Suddenly, an extremely strong energy swept away from the cave, and the flames fused with the emperor's will were extremely powerful.

If the three are superimposed, even the fourth-rank Martial God Emperor will fall, not to mention the surrounding stone walls that are only used to support the sand.

The three raging flames were superimposed, and the diameter of the explosion could reach tens of thousands of meters, directly blowing up half of the bandits' den.

Hundreds of sand bandits were blown up to the point that there was no dust left, the entire ground became a vacuum, and the sand on the top was also blown away.

Not long after, the quicksands on the top poured in one after another.

The mangrove tree and its fruit were completely burned by the inextinguishable flames, and Hua Tianxing disappeared without a trace.

"Ahem..."

Zhao Feng, who was bombarded by the three raging flames, did not die on the spot, because he integrated the will of the emperor into the shock defense and double space.

While defending, it uses repulsion and wind to resist attacks outward.

Even so, he was still blasted to the brink of death, which was more powerful than the previous dust blast.

"Damn Hua Tianxing..."

Zhao Feng sat up quickly, let the undead body recover from its injuries, and then prepared to chase Nahua Tianxing.

After using Raging Flames three times at once, Hua Tianxing's true energy may have bottomed out. At this time, Zhao Feng also regretted it very much. He knew that he would pluck all the fruits from the mangrove tree first.

As long as he breaks through to the second-tier emperor, Hua Tianxing, the third-tier emperor, is in front of him, which is not worth mentioning.

It's a pity that he was careless. He felt that killing Hua Tianxing with one blow would not satisfy his hatred, so Hua Tianxing succeeded.

"It's almost there. If you want to run, can you outrun me?"

Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes.

Just as he was about to use the ground travel flash to chase Hua Tianxing, suddenly a figure came out.

"Who?"

Zhao Feng turned his head and saw that it was a man in black armor. The next moment, he felt that he couldn't move.

The will of the emperor!

Even Hua Tianxing couldn't shake Zhao Feng with the emperor's will, but this black-armored man could, which meant that he was at least a fourth-rank emperor.

Because even Leng Xin couldn't shake him with the emperor's will.

"Fourth-tier emperor, why is there a fourth-tier emperor here?"

Zhao Feng was shocked, and suddenly smelled an ominous premonition.

"Boy, did you make this movement?"

The man in black armor narrowed his eyes and asked.

"no!"

Zhao Feng replied subconsciously.

"Even if it's not you, it has something to do with you. How dare you destroy that Lieyan tree, and let me make this trip for nothing."

The man in black armor was a little angry.

The trip was in vain, which allowed Zhao Feng to guess that the man in the black armor was not a Sand Bandit.

"Could it be to buy slaves?"

Zhao Feng suddenly had this idea in his heart.

Slaves are prevalent in the Tianyan Sacred Realm, and the slaves who are caught must use a special method to engrave the word "nu" on their faces. Even if the word is cut off and restored with healing medicine, the word "slave" will still be there.

Eternal slavery!

Zhao Feng couldn't help but shuddered. If he was allowed to be a slave, it would be better to kill him.

"Hmph, it seems that your aptitude is not bad, maybe you have some background, but I like you with background."

The man in black armor snorted coldly, then threw a pair of shackles towards Zhao Feng.

The shackles suddenly opened in the air and flew towards Zhao Feng's feet.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng was frightened to death. These shackles are the things that restrict his Yuanli and Profound Truth.

However, he is now immobilized by the Emperor's will, how can he avoid it?

"Damn it, take it!"

Zhao Feng cursed angrily, and took the Wuji Sword into the system space, because he knew that if he was caught, the ring of Nawu would be confiscated.

The man in black armor didn't pay much attention to Zhao Feng's action, and directly controlled the shackles, locking them on Zhao Feng's feet.

Now, Zhao Feng is miserable!

"Fuck, Yuanli, Profound Truth, and the Will of the Great Emperor really can't be used anymore!"

Looking at the shackles on his feet, Zhao Feng wanted to cry, but how could he have thought that he would be caught.

If he had known, he would have left directly.

A single thought led to this tragedy, and it's over!

At this time, Zhao Feng was praying in his heart. He was not praying for a miracle, but praying that the undead body could wash away the word slave. Otherwise, how would he face his relatives and friends?

Seeing the shackles on his feet, the black-armored man withdrew the will of the emperor, and immediately a middle-aged sand bandit rushed to the side of the black-armoured man.

"Master Falcon, this..."

The middle-aged bandit looked at the scene in front of him, speechless.

"You can't take out those fiery fruits I ordered, now what do you say?"

The man in black armor asked coldly.

"Gulu."

The middle-aged bandit swallowed hastily, and said, "Master Falcon, this is none of our business."

"I don't care so much, anyway, you can't get the flame fruit I want, do you want me to make a trip for nothing?"

The tone of the man with black armor was threatening.

The middle-aged Sand Bandit hurriedly thought about it, and said: "Master Falcon, it's my fault. In this way, I will give you all the captives I captured recently, and add some treasures from heaven and earth, so that you won't let you go for nothing. How about it?"

"Hmph, that's about the same."

The man in black armor nodded slightly, looked at Zhao Feng, and said, "I caught this kid, so bring me there too."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The middle-aged sand bandit nodded hurriedly, quickly swept over, picked up Zhao Feng like a chicken, and took him away.

Damn, this is in trouble!

Zhao Feng cursed in his heart.

This middle-aged Sand Bandit should be a Tier 3 Martial God Emperor in the Sand Bandit Group, but he called the black-armoured man your lord. It seems that this black-armored man should be from the Tianyan Sacred Realm.

Zhao Feng was led by the middle-aged Sand Bandits, and then walked to a large open space, where many people were already waiting for Zhao Feng.

"Little brother, you were arrested anyway."

"Oh, I'm tired of you."

These people were all rescued by Zhao Feng just now, but they were caught again.

Zhao Feng glanced at them, and saw that the number of people was reduced by half, and the two disciples from the Sword God Pavilion were not there either.

"A total of eighteen people."

The middle-aged bandit grinned, took off Zhao Feng's Nawu ring, and then handed another Nawu ring to the man in black armor.

The man in black armor took Nawujie and glanced at it, then nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, although I didn't get the Flame Fruit, it's not a waste of time."

He didn't realize that Zhao Feng's Nawu ring didn't have the Wuji sword he had seen just now, because the divine blade was worthless, and only they could use the divine blade that had been cultivated by others for decades.

"Thank you, Master Falcon, for your understanding."

The middle-aged bandit laughed immediately.

"Okay, you people, follow me, if you dare to run, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As the man in black armor said, he went up a ladder.

Even if he is the fourth-rank Martial God Emperor, he still cannot fly in the Ghost Desert.

Zhao Feng and the others followed behind him neatly.

The eighteen of them were all shackled. Any sand bandit could kill all of them. There was no way to escape, so they could only accept their fate.

Soon, they left the bandit den.