Chapter 341 Chaos Fire Seed Magical Effect
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Zuo Ren Yao Shang Jing
Chapter 341 Chaos Fire Seed Magical Effect
The Shadow Martial Soul continued to rush towards the Titled Douluo, and after getting close, a sword condensed in his hand.
The name of the sword is Zhu Xian, and without any politeness, a sword pierced his chest.
This titled Douluo might still be fantasizing about shadow spirit poisoning, but he didn't even have a chance to watch it.
Shadow Wuhun pulled out his sword, and he died directly.
At this moment, Rihagen wanted to escape, but he felt unable to move his body as soon as he was a few meters away.
His whole body was locked by a powerful force, and Feng Hao walked in front of him slowly.
"What? Do you want to leave at this time?"
"Please let me go, spare my life, I will obey your orders from now on." Rihagen begged.
He understands that surviving at this time is the most important thing.
As long as you survive, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
With the gods of the God Realm helping him, he believed that there would be opportunities for revenge in the future.
However, now you must show your sincerity.
"Do you think I need such a waste like you? I don't know why the Cthulhu God is looking at you, but you are nothing with me."
After Feng Hao finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, his soul power circulated, and pinched Rihagen's neck with invisible hands.
Feng Hao lifted him up little by little, and the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.
In just a moment, Rihagen rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.
Feng Hao waved his hand, and Rihagen was thrown to the ground beside him.
He then walked towards the altar.
The altar is in the center of the Prince's Mansion. When Feng Hao came here, he sensed the evil nature on the altar.
That is a special kind of energy, not soul power, nor divine power.
But very powerful, gathered in the center of the altar, forming a cloudy sphere.
When Feng Hao came, this energy seemed to have a spirit, and it also understood that Feng Hao was coming to destroy it.
It directly took the lead, and saw black tentacles gushing out from the altar in an instant.
These tentacles attacked Feng Hao together, trying to trap him.
Feng Hao took his time and threw two punches forward.
The scorching sun's real fire gushed out, directly turning those tentacles into fly ash in an instant.
However, this is the power of the evil god after all, and it is not so easy to destroy.
Not long after the tentacles disappeared, tiny needles flew out of the altar again.
A black-red mist rose above the needles.
This is not poison, but a power similar to a curse.
Feng Hao could clearly feel that the soul was resisting this thing.
In other words, if you let these needles hurt your soul, you may seriously hurt your vitality.
He directly used the third soul skill of the first martial soul, turning into a round of shining sun.
In the air, the divine light of the sun shone downwards, and all the needles that attacked him were melted away by the divine light.
The divine light sprinkled on the altar, and the altar melted quickly like ice and snow.
In situ, black water soaked into the ground, exuding a disgusting stench.
However, Feng Hao concluded that apart from the stench, there is no other harm.
At this time, the system prompt also came.
"Congratulations to the master for obtaining the seventh spirit ring of the second martial spirit, with a lifespan of 30 years and 50 evolution points for the spirit ring."
The system's prompt is equivalent to telling him that the task has been completed.
Rihagen died, and the altar of the evil god of desire was indeed destroyed by him.
He also didn't rush to absorb his second spirit and seventh spirit ring, but went to rescue the old York first.
When they came to Old York's cell, the jailer drew out his sword and slashed at them.
For this kind of lifeless person, Feng Hao has nothing to say.
He just flicked his hand, and a wave of soul power spread out.
Directly eliminate all the jailers who rushed up.
Take care of the jailer and go over to open Old York's cell.
Old York looked a little miserable at this time, even if he was rescued, he might not live long.
When Old York saw Feng Hao and the two, he asked with difficulty: "Are you people sent by His Highness?"
The Highness he was talking about was naturally Qian Renxue.
"I'm Feng Hao, I've made you suffer for being late." Feng Hao said shamelessly.
After all, this person worked his life for him and Qian Renxue.
If he had found out sooner, Old York would not have suffered such a crime.
At his age, Old York was able to resist such punishment.
Even if he is an ordinary person, Feng Hao still admires this perseverance.
"It turned out that the Sun King came personally. I, an old guy, can see the legendary figures on the mainland before he dies. This life is worth it." Old York smiled, not seeing the slightest bit of desolation in suffering.
"Who said you were going to die?" Feng Hao said.
"I know my own physical condition, so I will trouble the Sun King to send me back to my residence." Old York said with a wry smile.
"Your injury, I can still heal you easily." Feng Hao said confidently.
While he was speaking, a golden million-year soul ring appeared on his body.
A cluster of golden flames emerged from his hand, and in the center of the flames, there seemed to be colorful rays of light.
"This... a million-year soul ring?"
Looking at the soul ring, Old York thought that he was dazzled.
He knew that Feng Hao was the number one genius on the mainland since ancient times, but he never thought that Feng Hao had a million-year-old soul ring.
The cluster of flames in Feng Hao's hand made him feel like it was the source of life.
It seems that everything at this time was born from that place of flames, and then returned to that cluster of flames.
What Feng Hao used was the million-year soul skill of the sixth soul ring of the first martial soul.
The fire of chaos can be born or destroyed.
Life, with one breath left, can be easily revived.
The soul is still there, and the soul can be reunited to shape the body.
Extinction, the fire of death, touches it and dies, and so does the god.
The soul flies away, and it is beyond redemption.
What Feng Hao used at this time was the raw fire.
He manipulated this cluster of flames to fly towards Old York, and Old York only felt a burst of heat, and the flames entered his body.
Immediately afterwards, he felt the flame flowing around his body like a living thing.
As the flames flowed, the wounds on his body healed quickly.
Not only the wounds he suffered in prison, but even some of his old wounds were healed by the flame.
After a while, flames flew out of him and fell into Feng Hao's hands.
At this moment, Old York was no longer as decadent as he was before, and he looked radiant, like a man in his prime.
Of course, Old York knew his own situation best. Feng Hao not only saved his life, but even added decades to his life.
Even if he doesn't practice in the future, he can still live another three to forty years.
If you continue to practice, your soul power will increase, and your lifespan will increase even more.
Old York directly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said: "Thank you Sun King, the Sun King's grace of rebuilding, this old man will remember his life."
"You don't need to do this big gift, get up! Your son should also be looking forward to your return, go back and meet your family first! There are still things to do in the future, and some trivial matters in the Haagen-Dazs Kingdom need your help." Feng Hao Seriously.
(End of this chapter)
The Shadow Martial Soul continued to rush towards the Titled Douluo, and after getting close, a sword condensed in his hand.
The name of the sword is Zhu Xian, and without any politeness, a sword pierced his chest.
This titled Douluo might still be fantasizing about shadow spirit poisoning, but he didn't even have a chance to watch it.
Shadow Wuhun pulled out his sword, and he died directly.
At this moment, Rihagen wanted to escape, but he felt unable to move his body as soon as he was a few meters away.
His whole body was locked by a powerful force, and Feng Hao walked in front of him slowly.
"What? Do you want to leave at this time?"
"Please let me go, spare my life, I will obey your orders from now on." Rihagen begged.
He understands that surviving at this time is the most important thing.
As long as you survive, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
With the gods of the God Realm helping him, he believed that there would be opportunities for revenge in the future.
However, now you must show your sincerity.
"Do you think I need such a waste like you? I don't know why the Cthulhu God is looking at you, but you are nothing with me."
After Feng Hao finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, his soul power circulated, and pinched Rihagen's neck with invisible hands.
Feng Hao lifted him up little by little, and the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.
In just a moment, Rihagen rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.
Feng Hao waved his hand, and Rihagen was thrown to the ground beside him.
He then walked towards the altar.
The altar is in the center of the Prince's Mansion. When Feng Hao came here, he sensed the evil nature on the altar.
That is a special kind of energy, not soul power, nor divine power.
But very powerful, gathered in the center of the altar, forming a cloudy sphere.
When Feng Hao came, this energy seemed to have a spirit, and it also understood that Feng Hao was coming to destroy it.
It directly took the lead, and saw black tentacles gushing out from the altar in an instant.
These tentacles attacked Feng Hao together, trying to trap him.
Feng Hao took his time and threw two punches forward.
The scorching sun's real fire gushed out, directly turning those tentacles into fly ash in an instant.
However, this is the power of the evil god after all, and it is not so easy to destroy.
Not long after the tentacles disappeared, tiny needles flew out of the altar again.
A black-red mist rose above the needles.
This is not poison, but a power similar to a curse.
Feng Hao could clearly feel that the soul was resisting this thing.
In other words, if you let these needles hurt your soul, you may seriously hurt your vitality.
He directly used the third soul skill of the first martial soul, turning into a round of shining sun.
In the air, the divine light of the sun shone downwards, and all the needles that attacked him were melted away by the divine light.
The divine light sprinkled on the altar, and the altar melted quickly like ice and snow.
In situ, black water soaked into the ground, exuding a disgusting stench.
However, Feng Hao concluded that apart from the stench, there is no other harm.
At this time, the system prompt also came.
"Congratulations to the master for obtaining the seventh spirit ring of the second martial spirit, with a lifespan of 30 years and 50 evolution points for the spirit ring."
The system's prompt is equivalent to telling him that the task has been completed.
Rihagen died, and the altar of the evil god of desire was indeed destroyed by him.
He also didn't rush to absorb his second spirit and seventh spirit ring, but went to rescue the old York first.
When they came to Old York's cell, the jailer drew out his sword and slashed at them.
For this kind of lifeless person, Feng Hao has nothing to say.
He just flicked his hand, and a wave of soul power spread out.
Directly eliminate all the jailers who rushed up.
Take care of the jailer and go over to open Old York's cell.
Old York looked a little miserable at this time, even if he was rescued, he might not live long.
When Old York saw Feng Hao and the two, he asked with difficulty: "Are you people sent by His Highness?"
The Highness he was talking about was naturally Qian Renxue.
"I'm Feng Hao, I've made you suffer for being late." Feng Hao said shamelessly.
After all, this person worked his life for him and Qian Renxue.
If he had found out sooner, Old York would not have suffered such a crime.
At his age, Old York was able to resist such punishment.
Even if he is an ordinary person, Feng Hao still admires this perseverance.
"It turned out that the Sun King came personally. I, an old guy, can see the legendary figures on the mainland before he dies. This life is worth it." Old York smiled, not seeing the slightest bit of desolation in suffering.
"Who said you were going to die?" Feng Hao said.
"I know my own physical condition, so I will trouble the Sun King to send me back to my residence." Old York said with a wry smile.
"Your injury, I can still heal you easily." Feng Hao said confidently.
While he was speaking, a golden million-year soul ring appeared on his body.
A cluster of golden flames emerged from his hand, and in the center of the flames, there seemed to be colorful rays of light.
"This... a million-year soul ring?"
Looking at the soul ring, Old York thought that he was dazzled.
He knew that Feng Hao was the number one genius on the mainland since ancient times, but he never thought that Feng Hao had a million-year-old soul ring.
The cluster of flames in Feng Hao's hand made him feel like it was the source of life.
It seems that everything at this time was born from that place of flames, and then returned to that cluster of flames.
What Feng Hao used was the million-year soul skill of the sixth soul ring of the first martial soul.
The fire of chaos can be born or destroyed.
Life, with one breath left, can be easily revived.
The soul is still there, and the soul can be reunited to shape the body.
Extinction, the fire of death, touches it and dies, and so does the god.
The soul flies away, and it is beyond redemption.
What Feng Hao used at this time was the raw fire.
He manipulated this cluster of flames to fly towards Old York, and Old York only felt a burst of heat, and the flames entered his body.
Immediately afterwards, he felt the flame flowing around his body like a living thing.
As the flames flowed, the wounds on his body healed quickly.
Not only the wounds he suffered in prison, but even some of his old wounds were healed by the flame.
After a while, flames flew out of him and fell into Feng Hao's hands.
At this moment, Old York was no longer as decadent as he was before, and he looked radiant, like a man in his prime.
Of course, Old York knew his own situation best. Feng Hao not only saved his life, but even added decades to his life.
Even if he doesn't practice in the future, he can still live another three to forty years.
If you continue to practice, your soul power will increase, and your lifespan will increase even more.
Old York directly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said: "Thank you Sun King, the Sun King's grace of rebuilding, this old man will remember his life."
"You don't need to do this big gift, get up! Your son should also be looking forward to your return, go back and meet your family first! There are still things to do in the future, and some trivial matters in the Haagen-Dazs Kingdom need your help." Feng Hao Seriously.
(End of this chapter)
