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Chapter 1414 Long-lost hunger

Chapter 1414 The long-lost hunger

"Boy, although I hate the gods, I also know myself. Now I am just a remnant soul, and I am sealed here. I can't leave at all. Not to mention that I am invincible. Even if the gods are in the eternal realm in front of me, I can't deal with it.

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The two-headed Celestial Eye beast buzzed and said.

"Then why are you talking about this nonsense? Let's destroy it together."

A look of madness appeared on Yi Feng's face again, the aura in his body rioted, and the newly healed space crack appeared again.

"Wait a minute, kid, wait until I finish."

The two-headed beast said hurriedly that if this space was destroyed, his life force would also dissipate.

"You say your thing, I'll do mine!"

Yi Feng did not stop moving. Now Yi Yuntian on the seventh floor has formed the mark of the gods and entered here immediately. If Yi Yuntian appears, he will have no chance.

"I'll let you enter the ninth floor. Save your life first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

"Ninth floor!"

Yi Feng's eyes flashed with a strange light. Yi Feng was extremely curious about the ninth level. He once asked his father, but his father only said that it was not time and did not explain it to him.

Yi Feng knew that his father probably felt that he was not strong enough.

The seals from the eighth level to the ninth level are these two heavenly-eyed beasts. Under normal circumstances, if Yi Feng wants to break through and enters the ninth level, he may have to defeat these two heavenly-eyed beasts. Even if the opponent is just a life clone, if he reaches

It is impossible to deal with it if you are not above the realm of immortality. But now that there is such an opportunity, the two-headed celestial beast wants to take the initiative to enter the ninth level, which makes Yi Feng extremely excited.

"Can Shen Haotian and Yi Yuntian outside enter the ninth floor?"

Yi Feng asked, if the two of them could enter the ninth floor, no matter what was on the ninth floor, they would not be able to save their lives.

"Not for the time being, kid. If you enter the ninth level, you can at least survive for a while."

"Okay, let me enter the ninth level according to you."

Yi Feng nodded and tried to save his life first, as things might not turn around.

As soon as Yi Feng agreed, he felt a strong force lifting him up rapidly. The scene in front of him was like countless meteors streaking across the sky, and Yi Feng felt dizzy.

I don't know how long it took, but Yi Feng finally woke up. The scene around him made him stunned for a while.

At this time, he was wearing tattered clothes and huddled in a corner. There was a chipped black broken bowl in front of him. There were two copper coins in the broken bowl. For someone dressed like him, there was a broken black bowl in front of him.

There are three or four people.

At this time, he turned into a beggar begging for money on the street.

"Illusion!"

Yi Feng's first thought was that he was in an illusion and wanted to use his power, but he found that neither his divine power nor his divine consciousness remained, as if he had become an ordinary person who had never practiced.

At this moment, Yi Feng even felt hungry.

"It's been a long time since I felt hungry!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but feel a little emotional. After his cultivation reaches the level of psychic realm, he can absorb the power between heaven and earth and perform fasting.

The reason why some practitioners go to restaurants to eat and drink is mostly because of their lust for words.

In this life of Yi Feng's rebirth, after activating the God-conferring Tower, he was able to live without food and stop eating. Even if he ate, it was not because of hunger.

This feeling of hunger seems to have happened a long time ago.

Yi Feng sat up, feeling waves of weakness in his body. He touched two coins in the bowl and stood up, walking forward along the street.

The smell of Yi Feng's body was good enough, and everyone who passed by covered their noses in disgust. Some of the bad-tempered ones even yelled, "Where did you come from? You're a stinky beggar. If you don't step aside when you walk, you're looking for a beating, right?"

Some people actually rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards Yi Feng, but were stopped by their companions, "Forget it, forget it, just beggar and bring bad luck."

Then, he cursed and walked away.

Yi Feng didn't pay attention. He knew that this place was an illusion, but it was like reality. The top priority now was to fill his stomach first.

There are many food stalls on the street, selling steamed buns, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk.

Yi Feng came to a steamed bun shop.

"Boss, how do you sell these steamed buns?"

Yi Feng pointed to the steaming steamed buns on the ladder and asked the busy boss.

"This steamed bun costs five cents a piece, can you afford it?"

You stinky beggar, go away!"

Seeing the dirty Yi Feng, the stocky stall owner immediately became angry and waved his hand to drive Yi Feng away.

"Five cents each, so expensive?

Is this steamed bun cooked?"

While Yi Feng complained, he stretched out two fingers and poked a steamed bun on the side. Two black fingerprints immediately appeared on the white steamed bun.

"Stinky beggar, you are looking for death! How can I sell the buns you touched to others!"

The stout stall owner became furious, picked up the stick on the side and hit Yi Feng.

Yi Feng didn't dodge. He stretched out his fingers and held two copper plates at his fingertips. "Boss, it's useless even if you beat me up. This steamed bun can't be sold anyway, so you might as well sell it to me cheaply."

"It's bad luck for me, keep the money, grab the steamed buns and get out of here!"

The sturdy stall owner's stick did not fall after all.

Yi Feng picked up the steamed bun, put it in his arms, turned around and left.

After a while, Yi Feng returned to the base of the wall. Several beggars at the base of the wall were also lying down. Broken earthen jars were also placed in front of them, but the jars were empty. Apparently no one gave them alms.

Yi Feng couldn't help but feel lucky. When he came here, he had at least two copper coins, which he could exchange for a steamed bun. At least he didn't have to worry about this meal.

Yi Feng squatted in the corner, took out his broken bowl again, placed it in front of him, then carefully reached into his arms and took out the steamed buns.

Yi Feng opened his mouth and took a bite, "Well, it smells so good!"

Yi Feng's eyes lit up slightly. He had eaten all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, but he didn't expect that a white-flour steamed bun would be so sweet and delicious.

After one bite, nearly half of the fist-sized steamed bun was gone. Yi Feng opened his mouth again, trying to destroy the remaining steamed bun.

At this time, Yi Feng's face changed, and he turned his head to look to the side. At some point, a dirty little boy of seven or eight years old came to his side, staring closely at him with two big eyes.

The steamed bun in his hand was swallowing saliva involuntarily, and his stomach growled from time to time.

"Alas..." Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh. Judging from the appearance of the little boy, he was probably very hungry. After all, he was an adult and could still hold on for a while. If the little boy didn't eat something, he would probably starve to death.

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Although he knew it was an illusion, Yi Feng still had good intentions in his heart.

"Take out this steamed bun and eat it."

Yi Feng handed the steamed bun in front of the little boy.


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