The strongest god-level bear child system

Chapter 383 Soul Essence Glazed Bottle

If Ye Xiaofan knew what was going on in the heart of the deserted city lord, he would definitely yell for injustice.

These people were not brought by him at all, he followed Feng Yixuan because he wanted to save his life.

The barren emperor, whose body is tens of feet tall, held Yang Wencheng in his palm, making Yang Wencheng unable to resist at all.
"Who are you, why did you attack the barren ancient capital, and why did you kill so many people!"

Emperor Desolation looked directly at Jiang Hexuan and the others, and his voice was like thunder, blasting everyone's eardrums.

"It's so strong, it's worthy of being the strongest in the Eastern Region ten thousand years ago!"

Jiang Hexuan was terrified looking at the remnant soul of Emperor Desolate, even Yang Wencheng, a half-step Nascent Soul, couldn't resist half a move.

"If it wasn't for my father's soul element glazed bottle, we might still be scared by you."

"A cat without a tiger skin dares to act presumptuously in front of my eyes, so die!"

Jiang Hexuan took out a colorful bottle from his bosom, with a look of disdain on his face, he slowly pulled out the bottle, and looked at the remnant soul of the Desolate Emperor with disdain.

"receive!"

"not good…"

"Shhhh..."

When Emperor Desolation saw the bottle, panic appeared in his eyes, and before he had time to escape, the remnant soul was quickly pulled into the bottle bit by bit.

"It's over!"

When everyone in the barren ancient capital saw this scene, their hopes that had just been ignited suddenly turned into despair. They fell to the ground one by one, gave up struggling, and waited for death to come.

"You guys are so vicious, you actually have a magic weapon!!"

"God shouldn't reject me!"

The entire phantom of the Desolate Emperor was sucked into the bottle, leaving an unwilling voice echoing in the air.

"struggle?"

Jiang Hexuan looked at the bottle trembling violently in his hand and dismissed it.

The soul element glazed bottle is a sixth-order magic weapon refined by the god-turning powerhouse. It is specially used to deal with souls. As long as it is put into it, no matter how powerful you are, you will have no defense against it.

"Damn old bastard, dare to let me hurt, then let the ants in this city pay the price."

After Yang Wencheng resumed his activities, he felt the pain coming from his body, his face was ferocious, and he looked cruelly at the warriors in the city.

"Die!"

"Shh!"

A ray of cold light streaked across the void, and the Lord of the Desolate City held the big knife tightly in both hands, his face was determined, black flames radiated from his whole body, and he slashed at Yang Wencheng with a terrifying aura.

"Burning True Qi?"

"Ant-like means."

Yang Wencheng glanced at the barren City Lord disdainfully, raised his palm, condensed the golden light, and slapped the sword.

"boom!"

"Crack..."

"Boom..."

After the sword resisted for a few seconds, it was smashed into pieces in an instant. The entire body of the barren city lord, like a cannonball, hit the city lord's mansion, leaving behind ruins.

"Die, ants!"

...

"Miss, don't kill them, okay?"

With great effort, Ye Xiaofan broke free from Feng Yixuan's embrace, saw the situation in the city, gritted his teeth, and said to Feng Yixuan.

"Um…"

Feng Yixuan looked at Ye Xiaofan's sad and angry eyes, and finally her heart softened.

"Yang Wencheng, since the remnant soul is in our hands, let's go."

Feng Yixuan spoke.

"Good luck to you."

Yang Wencheng squeezed his fists, dismissed the exercises, glanced indifferently at the martial artist who was kneeling on the ground in fear, turned and left.

"Senior Brother Yang, you were too handsome just now!"

When Zhen Caili saw Yang Wencheng come back, her face was full of smiles, she clapped her hands and shouted excitedly.

"It's nothing more than ants. Since Xuanxuan wants to save their lives, then let them live."

When Yang Wencheng heard someone praising him, a look of conceit appeared on his face, and he looked at Feng Yixuan proudly.

(End of this chapter)