Staring at the ferocious face of the strong man Soul who was so close, Qin Feng's expression was extremely calm, without any panic.

The rabbit took the initiative to bite the tiger.

Are tigers afraid?

No.

It will only thank nature for its gifts.

The strong man's broken but clear soul easily sank into Qin Feng's body.

Like a puddle of water submerged in mud that has been dry for several years, it cannot make any waves.

Qin Feng's eyes were closed tightly, like a statue.

Inside his mind, the strong man's soul stared at the soul seed in front of him in horror.

I am as small as an ant.

Next to the shimmering seeds are five rotating diamond-shaped contract links.

Five Qi Soul Master!

Damn it, this guy is a Wuqi soul master!

Click!——

A baby's fat hand poked out from the cracked soul seed and pinched the strong man's soul body. Qin Feng's childish voice slowly sounded, "I'm very happy that you can take the initiative to enter my body, but your expression makes me sad."

I'm very unhappy."

"Be happy, show a ferocious smile, and then smile evilly."

The strong man's soul expression gradually distorted, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. The next second, he was dragged into the soul seed by the baby's giant hands.

Immediately afterwards.

The sound of crunching biscuits sounded...

Opening his eyes, Qin Feng saw countless gray impurities pouring out of his eyes.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, are you okay?"

"Um."

Stretching, Qin Feng frowned slightly.

It is difficult to acquire memories by devouring a complete soul. It is like peeling a raw egg with bare hands. If damaged, the memory will be instantly destroyed.

Perhaps it was because the other person had survived for a long time that his soul was broken and weak, and the memories he acquired were like a puzzle piece.

One word.

scattered.

The soul of the middle-aged man comes from the Soul Prison Alliance, a sect in the medieval period. This sect specializes in studying souls and has achieved considerable research results.

And this guy's identity is not simple. He is a small high-level person at the peak of the eighth level. He has survived to this day relying on the soul secret method developed by the strong men in the sect.

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Qin Feng's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

A bunch of weak souls.

The opportunity to break through the Six Deeds is right in front of you.

Meat delivered to your door.

If you don't eat, you won't eat.

With a smile, he stretched out his hand to gently hold the butterfly that was swinging back and forth in front of him. A strange light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

"Damn it, hate it! Brother Feng, let me go!"

Butterfly's pretty face turned slightly red after being held, and she angrily stretched out her small fist to hit Qin Feng's palm.

"Brother Feng, I'm ready to break through the six contracts."

"oh."

Butterfly blinked, and the next second she seemed to think of something and looked at Qin Feng with evasive eyes.

"Feng...Brother Feng, you are not going to contract Butterfly me, are you?"

Without words, Qin Feng smiled and kissed Butterfly's slender legs.

"Hate!"

Heat suddenly appeared on the butterfly's head, and its eyes were filled with light mist.

"Are you not happy with the contract? Then I'll make a contract with Dumb."

"don't want!"

"Must...must contract with me!"

Qin Feng was happy and gently let go of the little butterfly. The other party immediately shyly covered the skirt and flew back into his pocket.

He reached out and patted the ancient giant crocodile Huang Ling in front of him, who was staring straight at him.

Qin Feng took it back to the vortex space.

This is a killer weapon.

It's a pity that the fee is too expensive, but I know how to add money!

Turning over and riding on his elder brother's body, Qin Feng gave the order in his reluctant voice, "Go to the palace."

"Ouch!"

The eldest brother nodded his head, and the next moment he turned into a silver flash of light and rushed towards the prison below.

Through sporadic memories, we learned that Yancheng had indeed stayed in the fourth-floor prison.

I was living quite well, eating and drinking.

The one who occupies the body of the contemporary emperor Yan Tiangang is the ninth-level powerhouse of the Soul Prison Alliance, the second elder in charge of punishment.

The other party took a fancy to Yancheng's body and took him back to the palace late last night.

Butterfly peeked out its red head and looked at Qin Feng with evasive eyes, "Brother Feng, where...are we going? To hunt those strong men?"

"First go to the palace and steal the house to save Yancheng. The defense is empty, so you can get some good things by grabbing some sheep."

"Poor warriors like us who have no nobles to help us work hard step by step."

"Cultivation supplies are essential."

Ah, yes, yes, everything Brother Feng said is right. Butterfly nodded casually and retracted his head.

——

——

The eldest brother was very fast, and after a while he turned into a silver flash and arrived at the palace.

Thunder was rolling in the sky of Dayan City, and from time to time, the roar of martial arts and the roar of Yan Wushuang could be heard.

It seemed that with the blessing of Thunder Pigeon Soup Dumplings, the opponent fought fiercely.

"who!"

As soon as several soldiers guarding the palace opened their mouths, their necks split with red marks and they fell to the ground.

The eldest brother put away his bloody claws and flexibly carried Qin Feng into the palace. It was magnificent and magnificent, with well-developed passageways, towering dragon columns, and precious people's calligraphy and paintings...

It's the smell of money.

Quickly putting away several pictures of beautiful ladies, Qin Feng showed admiration.

It's quite tasteful and interesting.

Taking out the map given by Yancheng's father Yan Wushuang, Qin Feng looked at it carefully for a moment and then sneaked towards the interior of the palace.

Arriving at Emperor Yan Tiangang's dormitory, Qin Feng quietly pushed open the magnificent door and entered. The space inside was large and filled with a faint smell of blood.

At first glance, Qin Feng saw Yan Cheng with his eyes tightly closed.

The opponent's naked body was tied to an exquisite wooden couch with five-flowered ropes. His strong body was covered with wounds from swords, guns and swords, and was covered with strange bloody Sanskrit tattoos.

Frowning, he stepped forward to untie the restraints, and Qin Feng slapped Yan Cheng on the head.

Very crispy.

Yancheng woke up instantly with a snap.

"Qin Feng?"

Slowly sitting up and looking directly at Qin Feng, Yan Cheng's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

The golden light in Qin Feng's eyes gradually disappeared, and he casually took out a piece of clothing from the ring and threw it to Yan Cheng, "Put on the clothes first, your father asked me to save you."

"good."

After quickly putting on his clothes, Yancheng stood up and moved his hands and feet to subconsciously touch Najie to get a weapon. Upon seeing this, Qin Feng curled his lips and threw a black halberd.

"Return the property to its original owner, and I will snatch your weapons at that time."

"good."

"I owe you a favor today, and I will definitely pay it back in the future."
Chapter completed!