The black fire roared in the center of the moat.

Yan Feng's eyes condensed slightly, looking at the black shadow in front of him.

This black spirit-like existence!

"You and my father are close friends, why do you want to arrest people?"

"Let the man go. ”

Yan Feng just spoke lightly.

I don't know why...

Yan Feng had a feeling that even if he cultivated in front of these black spirits, he would be as strong as he was many times stronger.

But... No matter which black spirit it is, even if it is the honor of this black spirit.

This so-called Lord of the Immortals.

They also don't dare to move themselves, as if there is some kind of power in their bodies that is suppressing them.

The Black Spirit Venerable is also refreshing.

"Yes. ”

A voice settled.

Then, the fifteen black gases all landed with people, and they all landed behind Yan Feng.

As soon as Fang fell, he was the first to come to Yan Feng's side.

It's not Yu Jiao, it's not Fengle... It's Murong Xue!

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know why this man is afraid of you, but there are some things I think you should know..."

At an extremely fast speed, Murong Xue told Yan Feng all the secrets he knew about the hundredth floor of the Tower of Babel, as well as the legends of this undead clan.

And the harsh wind... Hearing this, he also frowned.

I suddenly realized in my heart!

No wonder... No wonder these black spirits will summon everyone to this world when they break through the level themselves.

The reason is as I expected, myself... It's the blood of the Emperor of the Wasteland!

And what these black spirits are afraid of is also the power of the bloodline flowing in their bodies!

Inside the moat, the huge black spirit picture, at this moment...

There was a voice that echoed.

"There was a deal, and I don't know if the little friend was interested. ”

This voice comes from the Immortal Lord.

"Deal?"

Yan Feng raised his eyes slightly, looking at the black spirit in the moat, a pair of secluded eyes, falling into his eyes.

"That's right, it's a deal. ”

"If you agree, you can bring these people back, and in addition, I will give you the power of the Nine Desolations. ”

As soon as this remark came out...

Behind Yan Feng, many people who didn't know the situation were all happy.

At the same time, it is also shocking...

The realm of the desolate nine was actually given directly!

However, for Yan Feng, it is not attractive at all.

The power of the Wild Nine... Gift with both hands.

I thought it was that simple!

Throughout the ages, cultivation has been achieved by oneself, even if it is true that this immortal lord has a way to make one's cultivation reach the desolate nine.

But the realm of the desolate nine will not be so strong, there is no appearance.

But... Still, it's a huge cake.

For ordinary people, even those Tianjiao disciples of the One Sword God Sect, stepping into the wilderness in this life is something they dream of.

Countless people, all their lives, are stepping in immortality, and they can't advance half a minute.

What's more... This is the power of the Wild Nine!

"You haven't said yet, what are the requirements for the transaction. ”

Yan Feng glanced at the Immortal Lord and spoke lightly.

The Immortal Lord had a laugh that echoed through the moat.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyou, all I want is Xiaoyou's three drops of essence blood, and that's it. ”

"How's this deal, is it still a good deal?"

Murong Xue, who was beside Yan Feng, frowned at this moment, she didn't understand... This immortal lord, what do you want Yan Feng's essence blood to do!

She didn't know... That's because she doesn't know Yan Feng's identity!

Yan Feng's heart... For the calculation of this immortal lord, he realized it in an instant.

According to what Murong Xue said to himself before, this immortal lord, as well as his people, were all sealed in the Tower of Babel.

And the Tower of Babel, as it used to be called, is the Lock Spirit Tower.

The person who built this tower is the Emperor of the Wilderness.

Naturally...

The seal of this Lock Spirit Pagoda is also under the Wild Emperor!

He is the son of the Emperor of the Wasteland.

If it weren't for Yan Feng's guess, this immortal lord should want to use his own essence blood to unlock the seal of this Locked Spirit Tower!

At this moment, in front of the huge moat, there was a white spiritual light converging!

These spiritual lights converge in the center of the moats on all sides.

Inside, the aura emitted is getting stronger and stronger!

Yan Feng, his brows condensed slightly...

In this spiritual light, there is a surging spiritual power, and the richness of its spiritual power is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

A huge white ball of light illuminated the entire moat on all sides.

"Xiaoyou, this is the power of the Wild Nine, if you agree, he belongs to you. ”

The voice of the Immortal Lord was full of bewilderment, echoing in the moat.

And Yan Feng just glanced at the spirit group, and there was no change in expression, as for the people behind him...

These core disciples, but there are many people among them, and the moment they saw this spirit group appear, they all had a greedy look on their faces!

Behind Yan Feng, there were a total of fifteen people, except for Yu Jiao and Xiao Tuanzi, except for Murong Xue and Feng Le.

There are also eleven people, and among these eleven people, three of them are inner disciples.

The other eight are core disciples.

And these disciples, there are not many beings with such powerful qualifications as Dao Yue...

On the contrary, among these eight people, there are four or five of them, and they are basically hopeless people in this life, which is why they will come to the Tower of Babel.

The appearance of this Desolate Nine Spiritual Power caused a huge amount of greed in their hearts!

Yan Feng glanced at the spiritual power light cluster, and then glanced at the four sides of the moat.

Look at the black spirits that are roaring outside, and the even more powerful black spirits who are imprisoned in the stone cave.

On his face, without the slightest expression, he looked at the immortal lord.

"What if I say no?"

As soon as Yan Feng's words came out...

Suddenly, the black spirits in the entire moat, whether they were roaring outside or trapped in the stone cave, all roared angrily at this moment.

The breath of madism is crisscrossing this world.

There is a strong murderous aura, diffusing it!

Murong Xue on Yan Feng's side, as well as Feng Le, including those core disciples...

Feeling the aura surging from all sides, it was a sudden change in expression!

Xiao Tuanzi held Yu Jiao's hand tightly and looked around nervously, while Yu Jiao looked at Yan Feng's back... The two of them hid tightly behind Yan Feng.

The land facing the moat, the huge black spirit within, the lord of immortality.

The smile in those eyes, with Yan Feng's words, slowly cooled down at this moment...

There was a killing intent, which came out of the trench of the sky and echoed around the Yan Feng.

And at this moment, Yan Feng, although he was in the center of the killing intent, his expression was still indifferent...

In my heart, I was thinking about how to get out.

This immortal lord is obviously playing himself like a three-year-old child.

Even if he gave himself the power of the Wild Nine... Once he broke the seal, he was no longer afraid of the power of his Desolate Emperor bloodline.

In this way, the first person to kill this immortal lord is himself.

Yan Feng could not have imagined this.

(End of chapter)