Buzz! Time goes back for a quarter of an hour. After the battle, Yang Feng came to the body of Jin Ling and the other two, raised his hand to return the souls of the three of them.

Just now, Yang Feng fused the souls of the three of them into his body, in order to use the Brahma Seal to maximize the attention of Tang Cheng and his subordinates.

Now he has used the lust technique and the soul fusion technique to merge the souls of more than 300 Shura masters, so he doesn't need the souls of Jin Ling and the other three to help them.

So, as the stream of light appeared in front of the three people, the three people frowned slightly and opened their eyes in a daze.

"Old guy, how are you doing? Are we safe?"

Jin Ling patted her head and stood up in a daze. Wen Liang suddenly sat up in shock, looking around in the sky and the ground, yelling: "Where is a person?

What about those Shura gods?

Where did they go?

Have we escaped?"

"Yes, where has he been going to that Shura Captain Tang Cheng?"

Diabro also looked panicked, and there was endless fear on his face.

Yang Feng smiled silently and waved his hand in disregard, saying, "Don't worry, all the Shura gods have been solved by me. Everyone is safe for the time being, so don't worry."

"solve?"

With his eyes glaring, Di Abro said incredibly: "Hundreds of Shura masters and the heaven-defying existence like Tang Cheng have all been solved by you at once?

How is that possible?

At most I hope you will lead us to escape, and it will be the best result."

"Yes, you killed them all?

Are you that strong?”

Wen Liang couldn't help but secretly smacked his tongue. As the young master of the wealthy family in the Heavenly Dao family, his vision was absolutely extremely poisonous. He knew very well how powerful the Tangcheng team's configuration occupies in the entire divine world.

But even such a team that is so irresistible that even the great god of Heavenly Dao has to take a detour when he sees it, he is easily solved by this old devil?

So how terrifying is this old devil's strength?

He was in a state of chill. Although the noble man was already very amazed at Yang Feng's strength, obviously, he underestimated the fallen god in front of him.

Who would have thought that this person would have the strength to destroy the entire Shura brigade? Even many level 200 gods of heaven cannot do this?

Who is this sacred?

Wen Liang's eyes were full of confusion, and he stared at Yang Feng tightly, as if he had re-recognized him.

Not only him, even Jin Ling and Di Abro were shocked by Yang Feng's results at this time.

You know, when they first met Yang Feng, although they were defeated in the end, they could still play two or three moves with Yang Feng.

So from the beginning, they never thought that Yang Feng could defeat the elite team led by the 198-level Shura captain.

If Yang Feng had such strength, he would have been able to kill him in seconds when he was fighting with them.

But at that time, Yang Feng was still a little hard to part with them. In the end, if it weren't for the help of various magical tools, they might not have been captured by Yang Feng, but this time... Suddenly, Jin Ling seemed to think of something and asked: "By the way, how is your severely injured soul?"

"Thanks to the master body you found for me, I have recovered almost all over the past three months.

Today I have even received the blessings of these Shura God Brothers. I have recovered and returned to the peak realm, hahaha!"

So that's it! Zhiran nodded, and the three of them understood.

Previously, Yang Feng looked similar to the three of them because he was seriously injured.

Who would have thought that this old guy would be such a terrifying existence after healed his injuries.

Unable to help, Diabro and Wen Lian became anxious, but full of expectations.

They were worried because they were still afraid of Yang Feng's tyranny. The stronger Yang Feng, the harder they could escape; and they were expecting because Yang Feng was so strong that they had hope of living, and a strong sense of security arose.

With his ears moving lightly, he fully understood their complex state of mind. Yang Feng couldn't help but laugh and said, "That... you two, don't think I don't know. I have been scolding me behind my back."

"Great God!"

Plop! Without saying a word, Wen Liang fell down and looked at Yang Feng with tears in his eyes and said, "Please forgive me for my ignorance. I really didn't know before that you are such a great existence.

There are so many offenses, please forgive me.

Today, when I see the great god, your magical power against the sky, my admiration for you is like the water of the Milky Way surging endlessly, and it is like the collapse of the sky and the sky is out of control..." "Okay, okay, get up, I didn't say what to do to you again.

But I have to say, you are quite good-looking, hahaha."

He helped Wen Liang up, and Yang Feng patted his shoulder gently and said, "Although you have misunderstood me before, I don't blame you. After all, we don't understand each other, and it's normal for them to have a gap. I have beaten and abused you too. I'll apologize to you first."

Uh! My heart was stunned, and Wen Liang and the others were stunned.

They never expected that a peerless master like Yang Feng would apologize to them when he was most energetic.

This mind is really...so approachable.

Wen Liang couldn't help but feel a little moved.

And this is a typical Stockholm syndrome.

No matter how cruel and vicious the perpetrators are to them before and are inhumane, as long as they give a little cheap and insignificant favor in power, they can transform all the pain and resentment they have suffered into deep admiration and gratitude.

This trick, ordinary superiors will use it to control their subordinates. When it comes to modern company management, it is called crisis public relations strategy. MBA compulsory subjects can make subordinates work overtime until late at night every day, work hard, and be grateful to the boss for his wise and great strongest psychological tactics.

Yang Feng, an old man who has been in the officialdom for decades, is naturally well aware of his knowledge.

Looking at Wen Liang's somewhat stunned eyes, Yang Feng's lips curled up with a happy curve and continued: "But even though we had a deep misunderstanding before, at a critical moment, you are still willing to hand over your soul to me and have no reservations about me.

I was very moved by this."

"That... God, we are actually just for a way out..." "Okay, no need to say."

He quickly waved his hand and stopped Wen Liang's words, the honest child. Yang Feng said sincerely: "No matter what the reason, we just fought side by side and faced the enemy together.

Without your help, I would not be as lively as I am now.

Without our unity and efforts, there would be no vitality for the four of us at this time.

We are now a real group.

I hereby promise that as long as I am still alive, I will guarantee that the three of you will escape."

As he said that, Yang Feng reached out his hand, and the three of them looked at each other and put their hands on the back of his hand.
Chapter completed!