I Am In Charge of Myriad Realms Bank

"Feng Qingyun."

"If you want to perfectly strip out your holy talent, you need extremely special and rare materials, as well as a unique formation."

Feng Zhenlei said: "Fortunately, by chance, I got to know the demons."

"I have to say that the Demon Race is a powerful race!"

"Even such rare and special materials and unique formations can be found!"

"You are just a tool they use, how can the demons be so kind!"

Anger appeared on Feng Qingyun's face.

"Everyone has what they need."

Feng Wushang said noncommittally: "In Zhongzhou, the demons are just a group of guys who can't stand on the stage."

"So what if we let them rise?"

"In the human world, they still can't make any waves!"

"Besides, the sky is falling, and there is a tall one holding it up. What are we afraid of?"

"at the moment……"

"Seizing your sacred talent is the most important thing!"

"Go to hell!"

At this moment, Feng Qingyun suddenly made a move!

He won't be caught without a fight!

Desperate, but also to resist!

Even if it's just to replace one of the vicious father and son, it's a good deal!

"You have been severely injured, and your cultivation is not as good as mine. Why should you resist?"

Seeing this, Feng Zhenlei, who had expected it for a long time, immediately sneered and rushed forward.

only……

What he didn't expect was that Feng Qingyun had a deep understanding of the Twelve Forms Fist, and he accepted his move abruptly with only martial skills!

It's a pity that there is a gap between the cultivation bases of the two sides, and Feng Qingyun is seriously injured, how could he survive the fight?

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

He was kicked hard and fell to the ground.

Immediately, his limbs were chained and his jaw was removed to prevent him from biting his tongue and killing himself!

The whole person was placed in a dark and damp formation!

Surrounded by magic energy!

"Next, it only takes one night, the formation will drain your vitality and soul, and tomorrow, you will become a dead person."

"And I, Feng Wushang, will take away my sacred talent in your current position!"

"By the time……"

"I am the true pride of heaven!"

"Ha ha……"

Immediately afterwards, after everything was settled, Feng Zhenlei and Feng Wushang left.

"Do not!"

"This is not the fate that Feng Qingyun wants!"

"What's mine is mine, and no one can take it away without my Feng Qingyun's consent!"

"Feng Zhenlei, Feng Wushang, you are all going to die!"

"They're all going to die!"

Feng Qingyun roared!

Struggling!

However……

But he couldn't stop the formation from depriving him of his vitality and soul!

He even felt that they were passing by!

At a speed visible to the naked eye!

"It turns out that everything is a calculation!"

"It's all a trap!"

"Mother didn't die of illness!"

"The love between father and son and brotherhood these years are all staged!"

Feng Qingyun roared loudly, trying to break free!

"I want to live!"

"Live!"

Just when his consciousness began to become blurred and his whole body was on the verge of death.

suddenly……

"Buzz!"

"Token of Myriad Realms, trade everything!"

A majestic and supreme voice instantly pulled his consciousness back from the darkness, making him a little clearer at this moment.

Immediately, like a drowning man, he grasped the life-saving straw and grabbed it without hesitation!

"This is the Wanjie Bank."

"Feng Qingyun, what do you want to trade?"

Chen Fan asked.

"revenge!"

Feng Qingyun was in a very bad state at this time, and was paralyzed at the gate of Wanjie Bank.

Little by little, he kept squeezing the potential of his body, and climbed into the hall of the Wanjie Bank system!

During this period, Chen Mi wanted to step forward to help.

Chen Fan stopped it!

He knew that Feng Qingyun could do it, and he knew that every time Feng Qingyun felt a little more pain, the hatred in his heart would become more intense!

"Can."

When Feng Qingyun climbed into the middle of the hall, Chen Fan thought, and Feng Qingyun's body rose into the air and landed on the table and chairs.

His whole body was lying on the table!

"but……"

"What price can you pay?"

Chen Fan entered Chen Xiaohei's body, slowly came to sit in front of Feng Qingyun, stared at this person's eyes, and asked, "Feng Wushang is the son of the Feng family, and his strength is at the middle stage of the Emperor Spirit Realm!"

"Feng Zhenlei is the head of the Feng family, a strong middle-grade spiritual master, and the deacon of Baotang!"

"If my owner kills them for you, you will offend the entire Leopard Hall and the entire Xingxiu City!"

"Use my holy talent!"

Feng Qingyun roared like a lunatic!

His temperament has changed drastically!

The previous beliefs have collapsed, and the previous image has also changed drastically!

He stared at Chen Fan firmly, and said without fear: "I just want revenge!"

"This is the most valuable thing in me!"

"I don't know how many people dream of it!"

"Even your Wanjie Bank must be extremely eager!"

However, the next moment, Chen Fan shook his head lightly and said, "I want your freedom."

"Freedom for life!"

As he said that, he directly took over the soul contract from Xiao Mi Mi, and then patted Feng Qingyun directly in front of him, and said, "I signed the soul contract!"

"From now on, you will be the apprentice of Wanjie Bank!"

"Work for the owner of the village all my life!"

"Afterwards, the owner of this villa will help you kill Feng Zhenlei and Feng Wushang!"

"how?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyun was stunned for a moment, staring at the soul contract between illusion and reality in front of him, and paused for a while.

He obviously didn't expect that the other party would have such a condition!

"I sign!"

Immediately, he signed without hesitation!

As long as there is revenge!

He was willing to die if he could kill that vicious father and son!

How about giving freedom?

"it is good!"

Chen Fan nodded in satisfaction, and then said: "Feng Qingyun, next you will get an eighth-rank sister pill to repair your current injury."

"The owner of this villa will temporarily lend you a king of the sacred weapon."

The next moment, Chen Mi handed Feng Qingyun an eighth-rank sister pill to repair the injury.

"Thank you, owner!"

Feng Qingyun took it directly.

When the injury recovered, he took Xiaoqing and turned around to leave.

When he appeared in the dungeon again, Feng Wushang suddenly opened the dungeon, eager to check Feng Qingyun's current state.

Take a look at Feng Qingyun, who was so beautiful in the past, how miserable he was!

Take a look, how long is it until you get the holy talent!

However……

"Crack!"

The expected scene did not appear, but instead he saw a blue long sword, easily cutting off all the chains on Feng Qingyun's body!

Together with the formation, it is also directly destroyed!

"Feng Qingyun, you..."

Feng Wushang's complexion changed, and he stood up in shock.

what's the situation?

"King of the Holy Artifact!"

"How do you have the King of the Holy Artifact?!"

He immediately cast his eyes on Xiaoqing, and his whole body trembled violently...