1284: C1284 This Is All a Routine!

C1284 This Is All a Routine!

Qin Feng had completely taken on a suicidal stance. He understood the terror of old perverts the best!

However, he was not afraid at all. It was just as he had said; if he could not even overcome his fear, what else could he do?

You little bastard, do you know that in this era of the emperors, no one would dare to speak like that? Not to mention reincarnating into reincarnation, even if his soul was refined into a Soul Lamp by the emperors, it would still take decades.

It could be seen that the old pervert was enraged to the extreme …

But... The only thing he could do was to deal with Qin Feng.

"Stop using such harsh words to scare others. I'm not a person who's scared to death. Tell me clearly, can you dig the second spirit soul out of my body?"

Qin Feng also stopped talking nonsense. He just wanted to know if there was any solution.

Since the old pervert knew his way around, this small matter should not be a problem for him.

"I can't. Even if I can do that, this Emperor will not do that. You should stop this thought. If you want to die, then die!"

The middle-aged man put up a straight face as if he didn't care about Qin Feng anymore.

One must know, if Qin Feng died, even if he had god-like means, he still had to change the host.

He was like a parasite. The only advantage he had towards the host was that he didn't want to squeeze out the host's life as a living condition. He was completely self-sufficient.

"Then there's nothing left to talk about, right?"

If they played with toughness, then Qin Feng could only play a trick that would kill him.

If not, he might as well just die.

When he thought of this, he activated his soul power and released the Fiery Burn Soul Body, attempting to burn himself to death.

Isn't playing this useless in front of this emperor just to reap benefits? Then, I can tell you clearly that in my era, there was an old friend who was on par with this emperor in terms of strength.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and Qin Feng's burning Soul Body was extinguished in an instant. Even the fire in his hand flickered as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

Qin Feng blinked and asked in doubt, "And then? What do you want to express?"

After the middle-aged man glared at him, Qin Feng instinctively shrunk his head. Right now, Qin Feng had no say in the matter. Even self-immolation was useless in front of the middle-aged man.

He walked to the side as if he didn't want to see Qin Feng's face anymore. Then, he told a story in a faint voice.

The old pervert said that in his era, he was not bragging with his imperial title.

His name was Di Wudao and he was an ancient Soul Mage, the current Soul Master.

At that time, he was at the peak of his strength at the Soul Elder Realm. For Qin Feng, it was very unfamiliar, but at that time, it was well-known by every household.

Of course, Di Wudao was also very honest. After all, he was in an era where all the heroes rose together, making him extremely glorious.

The so-called Soul Elder Realm was only the middle part of that era. There was nothing to be proud of.

However, the Rage God that he spoke of was a true existence at the ruthless level.

Although Di Wudao was in the Soul God Realm and was in the same realm as him, in terms of fighting strength, Di Wudao honestly admitted that even if ten of him were to fight against Di Wudao, he wouldn't be able to defeat a single Spirit Master, which was enough to prove Di Wudao's tyrannical strength.

In that era, he was extremely infamous. No one knew of him, and no one dared to not know about him.

It was because he had fused with his spirit soul that he had developed a cultivation method that was akin to the nose and ears of the ancestors.

Shaman spirit!1

In this era, people regarded him as an evil spirit!

He was plundering everywhere, becoming a villain who committed heinous crimes. Just to find an opponent, he would be able to make things a little more interesting in the future with his boring lifespan.

This was also the method they used to befriend him. Back then, Di Wudao had disturbed his cultivation and severed his spirit vein. In a situation like this, Di Wudao had fought with him for three days and three nights!

Di Wudao had a soul devourer cultivation, and the strength he had back then could be described as overbearing and capable of devouring mountains and rivers.

That battle had been extremely tragic and dark.

In order to deal with the panic, he had forcefully swallowed a wormhole in the sky and activated the elements of space tribulation, crazily trying to kill the two of them together.

It was precisely because of his insanity and his determination to fight that the two of them ended up becoming best friends.

The true cause of death for a person in such a state was a mystery to the outside world!

However, Di Wudao knew the truth. He panicked to the point of tearing the void, to explore the vast universe, and died in the long river of time.

There wasn't even a trace of his body left. All that was left was a soul seed for Di Wudao to help him find a successor.

Even though it sounded rather dog-blooded, it was known to all that it had opened up the cultivation path for the spirit creature. Without its inheritance, even if a spirit creature had been born, it wouldn't have had a cultivation path, and could only be discovered by itself.

And this road was filled with too many unknowns and challenges. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so panicked that they would have pulled aggro everywhere. In the end, they would have charged into the void, clearly having entered a bottleneck in their cultivation, thus they had risked their lives to find the direction to breakthrough.

Even

His battle prowess was peerless, but he was still stuck in the Soul God Realm and could no longer improve!

In that era, there were many existences among Soul Elders, Soul Saints, and even Soul Emperors that even he did not dare to provoke.

At this point, Di Wudao paused, and said in a deep voice, "When the Rage God dies, there are no longer any Shaman Spirits left in the world, and all the so-called Shaman Spirits of this era only know how to use their skin. Just the purity of the spirit souls is enough for them to fail, and yet you have already grasped the soul seed of the ancestor of the Shaman, and are still blabbering on about it, telling this emperor, are you useless!"

Qin Feng was already immersed in Di Wudao's story, unable to extricate himself. His eyes became cross-eyed, and he was completely engrossed in Di Wudao's story!

The actions of that panicking man had made his blood boil, and he wished that he could give him a slap to the face to calm his agitated emotions.

"Hehe, you're right. Good, good, good, good.

I just can't use it. I don't know if I'm lucky or not, I said. Brother Wudao, although you are a year old and we are lacking a lot, at least you live in my body, so you can be considered a tenant. With our relationship, there is no need for those pleasantries, I will f * * k off now and not add to your problems, but you only need to give me one soul seed, so at least teach me your old friend's sacred art. "

"Scram!"

Di Wudao said coldly.

"Um, it's easy to negotiate, you can scram, but you have to give us a clear path. Otherwise, if your old friend's seed can't blossom, then the inheritance will be broken, I don't care, and there's still the first spirit soul, you can eat it wherever you go, so you can't. If you see your old friend, then you have the nerve to tell him, old friend, you're extinct?"

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