Chapter two hundred and seventeen everything is negotiable
The middle-aged man's eyes widened. He looked at his collapsed chest and felt the extremely terrifying breath of death.
He has been sleeping in an ancient bronze coffin for thousands of years, and he can be considered a person who has died once.
This time I almost had a brush with real death, and I was shocked and angry.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man was unable to determine the identities of Feng Hao and Prometheus, and his tone was very gentle.
But he believed that he had no grievances against Feng Hao and the others.
Does having no grievances mean there is still room for negotiation?
"It doesn't matter who we are, I just want to ask you one question: Do you want to die?"
Prometheus stared at the middle-aged man, his blue eyes seemed to be filled with great magic power. The middle-aged man nodded dully and said: "Okay, I will die..."
But just as he finished speaking, he quickly shook his head and said: "No, it can't be... This Holy Lord has been sleeping for thousands of years, and I will never die just to merge with him."
boom!!
After the middle-aged man regained his consciousness, he probably knew that Feng Hao and Prometheus wanted to kill him.
So there was no more nonsense. Taking advantage of the moment when Feng Hao and Prometheus were distracted, they grabbed the injured Emperor Qin and jumped directly into the ancient bronze coffin.
Wow!
Then eighteen chains of different colors were wrapped around several times like a creeper, exuding some mysterious aura.
"The breath of these chains... shouldn't be something from this world. It is something that has been soaked in Shura Prison in the God Realm..."
As soon as Prometheus touched it with his fingers, his fingers were burnt.
It's not the high temperature, but the things soaked in the chain, which are fatal to Prometheus.
"Are you okay?" Feng Hao asked worriedly.
He collapsed in one step, grabbed Prometheus's little hand, then looked at Prometheus' fingers that were burnt by the chain, and subconsciously blew gently...
call……
But just after taking a breath, Feng Hao was stunned.
"Why should I brag? She is not an ordinary person... Why do I care about her so much?"
Feng Hao had countless questions in his mind, and he didn't even want to understand why he took action...
This seems to be an ambiguous thing that couples only do.
"You...can you give me some face, the Holy Master, and pull the chains as hard as you can...can you still kill me by flirting?"
Inside the ancient bronze coffin, the sound of a middle-aged man's harp sounded.
Although he met two strong men who he couldn't afford to offend, he could still afford to hide.
Lying in the ancient bronze coffin, sucking in the power of the world's origin from the prehistoric world Qin Emperor, he felt as if he was about to ascend again.
"Hey, this is very comfortable...it's not a loss at all."
The middle-aged man looked intoxicated, and then... when he opened his eyes and looked at the coffin lid, he suddenly froze.
Where did the damn bronze coffin lid go?
Where have the eighteen chains soaked in the torture of Shura Prison gone? Can anyone tell me?
Why...the handsome face of this young man in casual clothes appeared in front of him...
Yes.
The middle-aged man in the bronze weird thought he could hide with eighteen chains.
Prometheus was indeed greatly affected, because the Shura Protoss she belonged to was in a hostile relationship with the Shura Prison, the Heavenly Prison of the Divine Realm of Punishment...
Therefore, these chains that have been soaked in Shura Prison are very lethal to the powerful gods.
But Feng Hao is not the case. To him, these chains are only several times larger than usual.
Not to mention how many times it was, even if it was more than ten times bigger, Feng Hao would naturally tear it off easily.
In the ancient bronze coffin, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe was holding the prehistoric Qin Emperor who was almost being sucked to death, with an awkward smile on his face...
"Return the coffin lid to me, and then...could you please help me cover it, please?"
The middle-aged man didn't want to wake up now. He thought he could still sleep for a while.
This period is somewhat dangerous.
Existences of the level of Feng Hao and Prometheus actually appeared.
"What do you think?"
Feng Hao smiled coldly, stretched out his big hand, and directly lifted the middle-aged man up. The latter was trembling with fear.
As powerful as him, he actually encountered such a terrifying existence.
"Everything is easy to discuss. Gu did not harm innocent people..."
The middle-aged man gave in very promptly, and in terms of his level of immorality, he was comparable to the Fire Unicorn Bull Demon King and others.
"This is not a question of harm or not. Before that, how about you lying on the ground with peace of mind?"
"Now, he just jumped out and clamored to rule the world. Where did you put me?"
Feng Hao was almost able to determine the identity of the middle-aged man.
Although he is Qin Shihuang, he is a strong man in the God Realm who is striving to become the Holy Lord.
With such factors full of danger and uncertainty, how could Feng Hao allow a middle-aged man to leave the underground palace.
"If you had appeared earlier, maybe... this Holy Master would have carefully considered waking up, but now it's too late..."
The middle-aged man smiled.
Fortunately, he had a very good attitude, otherwise, with Feng Hao's character, he would probably have trampled Emperor Qin under his feet.
Rub on the smooth floor.
"It doesn't matter, I will just kill you one more time..."
Feng Hao couldn't help but laugh. He thought this Holy Lord of the God Realm was so great, but he didn't expect... that he was so timid as a mouse.
Perhaps there is a saying that is right, the more hard-won something is, the more we should cherish it as life.
After Emperor Qin Yingzheng heard Feng Hao's words, he was so frightened that the hairs on his body stood up...
Just destroy it once more.
"Don't be impulsive. Tell me... what conditions can you let me go under?"
After all, the middle-aged man has not learned how to fully integrate the original power of the ancient Qin Emperor, but there is no look of aloofness on his face.
At the critical moment of life and death, he was highly concentrated just to survive.
If you are going to die immediately after you wake up, it would be better to stay asleep.
"Have you started negotiating terms with this emperor?"
Feng Hao sneered again and again.
"Don't dare..."
The middle-aged man climbed up from the ancient bronze coffin and threw the still breathing Emperor Qin in front of Feng Hao like a dead dog.
"I didn't kill him. I know you should have come here for him..."
After the middle-aged man absorbed the power of the source, he originally wanted to kill Emperor Qin, but after seeing Feng Hao and Prometheus, he was glad to have left this shield behind...
puff!
However, just as he finished speaking, Feng Hao, who was still smiling, appeared in front of him.
Another punch...
He felt like his internal organs had been punched out, and the original power of the prehistoric world seemed to have encountered heaven and earth, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to show his head...
"What's going on? Why can't I use the power of the ancient world?"
The middle-aged man held his chest and looked at Feng Hao blankly.
He had clearly fused with Emperor Qin's Emperor Dragon Qi, which was the original power of the prehistoric world, but the Zhao family still couldn't withstand Feng Hao's attack.