Violent Martial Soul System

"Okay, let's go in."

Mr. Chen said: "I would like to remind you one more thing. When killing people with the same level or lower luck, the luck to plunder is relatively small. When you enter, you have red luck. The greater the difference between your luck and the enemy's luck, the more luck you plunder. The bigger it is. In addition, it is impossible to plunder the luck of the same camp, if the Tianyan army finds that the same camp is fighting, they will be killed on the spot."

Zhao Feng's eighteen people paused, keeping these words in their hearts.

Now, Zhao Feng is also ready to enter Hell, who let him be accidentally caught?

Although the Earth Tour Shan Wuhun Profound Art is powerful, besides Master Falcon and Lord Chen, there are many hidden masters here, if they act rashly, they will be killed on the spot.

"Damn Hua Tianxing, if I touch you, I will pull out your skin!"

Zhao Feng scolded Hua Tianxing again in his heart.

However, he also admitted that he was careless. He did not expect that Hua Tianxing's flame clones could condense three.

The fire attribute has the strongest attack power. It is said that some masters can condense more than ten flame clones, which is very difficult to deal with.

But right now, let's go through the difficulty of hell first.

"I happen to be short of a twin soul fruit. I didn't expect there to be an exchange for it. This time, I must condense my clone!"

Zhao Feng thought to himself, and then walked into the entrance of the secret realm.

The next moment, he appeared in a canyon.

"New here? Let's go, the Grand Baron Army often comes to loot the entrance."

Before Zhao Feng looked around, a voice sounded.

The eighteen people turned their heads together and found a hole suddenly opened in the canyon, and a man came out of it.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me something about Hell?"

A Tier 2 Martial God Emperor asked.

"There's nothing to say. Although we all belong to the Tianyan Holy Realm camp, occasionally there will be murders and treasures, as long as we don't get caught by the Tianyan army. I think you should all be arrested, otherwise , I have already shot and killed you." After the man finished speaking, he got in again.

Zhao Feng and his group were arrested, so there is only a three-star god blade in the ring of Nawu.

This man didn't have to risk being hunted down by the Tianyan army, and killed eighteen people from Zhao Feng.

Now, Zhao Feng has also entered Hell, which is full of dangers, so without saying a word, he directly used the ground to escape into the ground.

"Little brother, let's join hands...huh?"

The second-rank Martial God Emperor turned his head, only to find that Zhao Feng had disappeared. Such means were by no means comparable to them.

Even if Zhao Feng is still here at this time, he will definitely not join forces with these people.

Just kidding, the weakest of these people is no more than the eighth-level martial god king, and the strong one is only a second-level martial god emperor. He will not be a saint to protect these people.

"I still have the Promise Sword in my hand, which has been cultivated for decades. As long as I break through it again, I can fight against the third-rank Martial God Emperor."

Zhao Feng hid five hundred meters underground.

Just now the man said that it is not allowed to fly over a thousand meters, and it is not allowed to be lower than a thousand meters on land. It seems that there are some potential dangers or formations in Hell.

But this is just right, his main attribute is soil, as long as he doesn't fly too high, he is sure to knock the opponent to land.

And the land is his home field.

"Let me see the Lingqi Jue first!"

Zhao Feng took out the Ling Qi Jue from the Ring of Nawu, recorded it into the system, and learned it.

"Ding! Congratulations on learning the Lingqi Jue!"

The system prompts.

After learning the Lingqi Jue, Zhao Feng returned the same way, and then sneaked a glance at the seventeen people from behind.

He checked the group of people with Lingqi Jue, and found that there was a small red cloud above their heads, which meant that they were all of red luck.

And Zhao Feng looked up by himself, and he could see his luck, which was also red.

"Killing people of the same camp can't plunder luck, only those who kill the Grand Duke's Holy Realm can plunder,

And the greater the difference in luck, the more plunder. If you want to leave Hell, at least you have to turn in cyan luck, but you don't know how much luck you need to exchange for twin soul fruits. "

Zhao Feng thought for a while, and then left.

At this time, he is not familiar with this Hell, so he has to understand it first.

"Master Nachen said just now that there are three giants in the Tianyan Sacred Realm's camp in Hell Prison, and what other Tianyan Army is there. It seems that there are also cities in Hell Prison. However, although this is the site of Tianyan Sacred Realm, there will also be The matter of killing and seizing treasure."

Zhao Feng reminded himself, and then he rose to the land and started running wildly.

He is just red luck, and he is a Tier 1 Martial God Emperor, so generally no one from the same camp would take the risk of killing him.

"Huh? Someone?"

After running for ten minutes, he saw a few people from the same camp. He has already practiced the art of listening to Qi, and he can tell whether it is the luck of the same camp or the luck of the Grand Duke's holy world.

Right now, in front of his eyes was a white-haired old man sitting in front of a bonfire and grilling meat.

"Young man, did you just come?"

The white-haired old man looked at Zhao Feng with a smile.

Zhao Feng glanced at the red cloud above the white-haired old man's head, and said, "Senior, can you tell me the direction of the nearest city?"

The white-haired old man watched Zhao Feng approaching, and said, "Young man, don't worry, sit down and have a drink with me."

"Sorry, senior, the boy is in a hurry, so I hope the senior will let you know."

Zhao Feng refused.

"Forget it, you can find it yourself."

The white-haired old man turned the barbecue around.

Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes.

From the first time he left Lieshicheng to experience, he has developed a habit of not trusting others easily.

Although the aura above the white-haired old man's head was red, he was able to restrain his aura, and even Zhao Feng couldn't tell how deep he was, so his strength might not be trivial.

Just as Zhao Feng was thinking about it, a sudden strong pressure made him unable to move.

"Young man, if I want to kill you, do you know how easy it is?"

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes.

Zhao Feng was about to go blind from crying, his luck has been very bad recently, first he was caught and thrown to Hell, and now he met a master.

This sense of oppression is stronger than that of Mr. Falcon.

He reckoned that the white-haired old man in front of him was at least a fourth-rank Martial God Emperor, or even a fifth-rank Martial God Great Emperor.

It was easy for such a strong man to kill him.

"All right!"

Zhao Feng quickly replied, the next moment, he felt that the pressure on his body disappeared and he could move.

"Sit down and have a drink or two."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly, conjured up a wine glass, and filled it up.

Zhao Feng walked over, sat in front of him, and took the wine glass.