Mosquito Legs Are Meat

"Ouch, damn it, damn it."

In the dark.

As this pearl was picked off, he let out a heart-wrenching howl from his mouth.

Although these two pearls were not his real eyeballs, but were inlaid on the wall with a special material, and then two strands of divine souls were attached to them for observation.

However, as Yi Feng picked off this pearl, it was equivalent to obliterating the strand of divine soul attached to it.

This made his already dead soul state even worse.

What he didn't expect was that after the damn guy in white picked off one pearl, he was not satisfied. He actually picked off the other one with a serious face.

Seeing this scene.

He hated this white-robed man so much that his teeth itched.

He could only stare as he watched the palm get bigger and bigger.

Then.

Picked off.

"Wow..."

"Damn human, despicable human, I'll f**k your ancestor."

"Wow..."

"What the hell is going on here? On this wall, I clearly put a taboo on it when I was alive. Not to mention the humans suppressed by the lowered dimensions, even the strongest under the immortal, it is impossible to see through my taboo. How did he see through it?"

"It looks so good!"

Yi Feng placed the two pearls on his palm and observed them carefully.

"Such beautiful pearls must be worth ten gold coins each."

"What a pleasant surprise."

After saying that, Yi Feng carefully put away the two pearls.

With great satisfaction on his face.

After all, one pearl is worth ten gold coins, and two pearls are twenty gold coins, which is equivalent to twenty bowls of beef noodles.

Every little bit counts!

What Yi Feng didn't know was that a shadow suddenly appeared in the air above his head.

His face was hideous.

The flames of hatred flashed in his eyes as he stared at Yi Feng.

However, when he heard Yi Feng say that the pearl could be sold for ten gold coins, the shadow almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

What ten gold coins?

The value of that pair of pearls, even if the entire Nansha was sold, would not be enough!

How could he degrade his treasure like this? How annoying!

"Despicable lower-dimensional human, I don't care who you are or how you ignored the formations I laid out, but now, you can only pay for your mistakes with your life!"

The shadow stared at Yi Feng.

Then he stretched out his claws and turned into a huge shadow that pounced at Yi Feng.

In a blink of an eye.

It had already reached behind Yi Feng.

Killing intent revealed.

Yi Feng was completely unaware of all this. The sharp claws were about to touch his neck in an instant.

"Poof..."

At this moment, accompanied by a strange sound, a breath burst out from behind Yi Feng.

The attacking shadow happened to encounter this breath head-on.

"Ah!"

He let out an inaudible scream in the void, his whole body blown upside down by this breath, almost losing his form, making him unable to maintain his current condensed state.

And his whole shadow was much weaker than before.

"Phew!"

"Damn, eating too many radishes in the mountain cave, I've been holding in farts for a long time and finally let it out."

Yi Feng took a breath.

He pressed his hands and looked very relaxed.

"Ah, ah!"

"How could this be?"

However, when the cowering shadow in the corner heard Yi Feng's words, he frantically roared in disbelief, with great doubts about life.

After his death, in order to be resurrected, he had been secretly preparing all along, while desperately preserving his scarce divine soul power.

In order to reduce the flow of divine soul power in the long river of time, his soul state had always been hidden in the dark, and even spent a great price to make that pair of eyes, also to reduce the use of spirit and soul, so as not to cause excessive dissipation of the divine soul.

What he didn't expect was that the divine soul power that he had carefully preserved was blown away by half in an instant by that power just now, making most of his body transparent now and full of weakness.

The most annoying thing was that it turned out to be a damn fart!?

"No matter who you are, I want you to die, die!"

He roared resentfully.

There were strong flames flashing in his eyes.

With a move of his palm, a black snake appeared out of thin air on the floor, flicking its tongue, giving people a creepy feeling.

"Hei Kui, kill this human for me, but don't damage his body, leave it for me to seize."

The shadow ordered in a deep voice.

The black snake flicked its tongue and slowly crawled towards Yi Feng.

Seeing Hei Kui's actions, the shadow was full of cold smiles.

Although he didn't know what had gone wrong with his lowered-dimension suppression that caused this person to repeatedly transcend his control, he was not panicked.

Because Hei Kui was not an ordinary snake, but a snake he had brought back from the Immortal Realm when he was alive.

As the name suggests.

This was an immortal-level demon beast.

Although in the Immortal River Continent, its strength may be weakened due to the laws, it was still an invincible existence in the Immortal River Continent.

Once Hei Kui made a move.

This human would have no chance of survival at all.

And at the moment of his death, it would also be a good time for him to seize the body.

At that time, being dissipated by a fart divine soul power would no longer matter.

And he.

Would be reborn, reappear on the mainland, and trample the entire mainland under his feet.

Thinking of this.

The pride in the shadow's heart grew stronger and stronger.

Because all this.

Seamless.

There will be no accidents.

And without Yi Feng's knowledge, Hei Kui flicked its tongue and slowly approached him.

Finally.

It arched its body slightly, bounced violently, and flew out.

In mid-air, it opened its huge mouth and locked onto Yi Feng's neck.

"Success."

Seeing this scene, the shadow was overjoyed in his heart.

Because under Hei Kui's such an attack, no one in the entire Immortal River Continent could dodge it.

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