Looking at the closed city gate in front of him, Yi Feng frowned slightly, and asked the man on the throne, "Senior, do you have a way to open this city gate?"

The man on the throne didn't speak for a long time, and Yi Feng's heart gradually sank, if he couldn't open this city gate, he had just bought so much time in vain.

Just as Yi Feng gritted his teeth and was about to use violence, he heard the man on the throne say, "It's impossible to blast open the city gate with your little strength. Look at the left side of the gate, if there are some patterns, if those patterns are there, the king can open them. ”

The man on the throne also felt a little headache, which saint-rank powerhouse was asked to do the construction of this city in the first place. Therefore, he did not understand the mechanism of this city gate. The method of opening the city gate has always been his subordinate administrator, and in his capacity back then, where would he pay attention to such a small matter as the city gate.

However, if the pattern of opening the city gate back then was there, with his understanding of that Saint-level powerhouse, it would not be too difficult to figure out how to open the city gate.

Yi Feng hurriedly dodged to the left side of the city gate, looked up and down, and sure enough, he saw some vague handprints.

"Some handprints!" Yi Feng said.

The man on the throne nodded, galloped out of Yi Feng's arm, and looked at it carefully, with a smile on his face: "Luck, this is the easiest way for that guy to open it." Thinking about it, that guy was also afraid that those who received the city gate would not be too advanced in learning, so he handed over this set of low-level opening methods of the daily level. ”

When Yi Feng heard this, he was slightly stunned. The method of opening the day ladder is actually the lowest level in his eyes, which shows what level of prosperity the ancient times has become.

"Lose your soul power to me, my soul power is not enough to support the method of casting this mudra now. The throne man said.

Yi Feng nodded, and one after another soul power poured into the soul body of the man on the throne, with the link of spiritual imprint, and the fusion of the soul power of the two was fast.

The man on the throne who noticed that he had recovered a little soul power, his handprints kept shooting, and the handprints containing energy slapped on those vague handprint traces, and under this beating, the originally vague handprints actually emitted light, and they were quickly linked.

When Yi Feng felt that the soul power in his body was being drained so much, the man on the throne stopped his palm, and the whole person was much weaker, and he once again attached himself to Yi Feng's arm.

"I didn't expect that this small opening method made me so difficult. ”

The man on the throne sighed, with his strength back then, such a mudra method would hardly take time to use.

Yi Feng noticed that almost half of his soul power had been consumed, and he smiled bitterly, staring straight at the handprint. The handprints are united in a bizarre mansion that exudes a strange luster.

After these arcs were connected, the city gate finally erupted with a rumbling sound, which meant to be opened.

"Cheap ones too. According to the traces of the handprint that this king had just made, they were afraid that they would be able to find a way to open it. I can't rely on the gates to stop them for a while. The throne man sighed.

Hearing this, Yi Feng's eyes lit up, and the seal steps in his hand continued to form. Under his knot, one after another of soul power galloped out, and then covered these handprints. Under Yi Feng's actions, the handprint was actually smoothed alive. The original handprint traces disappeared, leaving behind a bluestone that was exactly the same as the bluestone of the city wall.

"Illusion!"

The man on the throne looked at the city wall in front of him, which did not have a trace of peculiarity, and looked at Yi Feng in surprise. Unexpectedly, Yi Feng could still create illusions.

"Creating an illusion at the level of my seven-star dementor, even if the eight-star doesn't look at it carefully, you can't see it at a glance. That's enough to stop them for a while. Yi Feng smiled slightly.

"Well, that's good. You go out as fast as you can, and it won't take long for the city to open. Probably a few minutes!" said the throne man.

Yi Feng nodded, looked at the city gate that opened a gap, and his figure also galloped towards the city gate, and his body technique was used to the extreme.

Under the repeated use of teleportation and body techniques, Yi Feng appeared outside the city gate before it was fully opened.

And Yi Feng, who appeared outside the city gate, suddenly noticed a lot of eyes on him, Yi Feng turned his head to look and found that these eyes were all dementors who had not entered the city.

These dementors didn't make it to the city, but they didn't want to leave. Waiting outside one by one, delusionally hoping to get a little benefit, at this time, seeing Yi Feng come out, one by one with a blazing gaze on Yi Feng, especially looking at the city gate that opened behind Yi Feng, it was even more hot.

Sensing the greed in the eyes of these people, Yi Feng snorted and didn't speak, and his figure flashed and wanted to leave.

However, he was soon stopped by a dementor.

Yi Feng investigated the strength of this dementor, six-star mid-level! This made the corner of Yi Feng's mouth show a disdainful smile: "You also want to keep me?"

Most of these dementors who failed to enter the city were defeated in that battle for the city gate, how strong is such a person?

Yi Feng didn't even mean to fight with the other party, but the voice of the man on the throne came from Yi Feng's arm: "Yi Feng, kill him, kill him." After devouring his soul power, the king's strength can also recover somewhat. ”

Hearing this, Yi Feng stopped, looked at the person blocking him and said, "If you want to blame, you can only blame your bad life!"

After saying this, Yi Feng's figure was violently cast, teleportation and the dementor were cast at the same time, and at the same time, the dead qi in the body also burst out, and Yi Feng's attack was fierce as soon as he made a move. He had pursuers behind him, and he didn't want to waste his strength on this dementor.

Seven-star dementors, the strength of sixth-order venerable martial artists are displayed at the same time, how can a six-star mid-level martial artist be able to resist. He barely had the slightest chance to resist, and Yi Feng grabbed it several times and twisted the opponent's neck. The soul body was squeezed out by Yi Feng's soul dementorship, and then the man on the throne opened his mouth and devoured all the soul body.

After the soul body was swallowed in, some explosions sounded from the throne man's body, and when these sounds stopped, the throne man laughed and said, "It's so cool!"

The man on the throne, who had regained a trace of strength, also locked his eyes on the rest of the dementors, and pounced on one of the weaker dementors. A voice was left: "Yi Feng, I will devour all these dementors to this king, and my strength will be able to recover about forty percent by then." Even in the face of an eight-star dementor, he will not be helpless. ”

Hearing this, Yi Feng's heart was overjoyed, and he also rushed towards those soul dementors.