"Brother, don't protect her! I must kill this witch who robs my gold!" Wei Yang's eyes were already red, and he shouted at Wei Feng.

Wei Feng's figure flashed, and his upright body blocked Jia Lan's face, and his face suddenly became cold, saying, "If it were someone else, I would follow you. But Jia Lan won't do it!"

Wei Yang was stunned. He and his brother grew up together since childhood, so how could he not know his brother's temper? His brother has always been a madman who only knows how to practice, so he is ranked as a god at a young age, which is also a myth on the mainland of his hometown.

But now, for a woman, she was blocking herself. Wei Yang couldn't help but look at Jia Lan again. What kind of ability does this little witch have? She actually coaxed her brother.

Wei Yang put away his fighting spirit and sat on the ground like a trick. Although he looked the same as Wei Feng, his behavior was different from his words and deeds. "You're done! You've actually moved the heart of a mortal heart. I think your divine nature is almost impossible to save!

Why don’t you come here to make a living by yourself?”

"I won't come! I'll never see the light of day all day long, where is it better? I still have to keep my divine nature and wait for Lan'er to become a god."

"Forget it, forget it. I can't tell you, why are you here for?" Wei Yang asked.

Jia Lan stepped forward, but still hid behind Wei Feng, and said softly: "Let's ask God of the Underworld and release my cousin's soul... She was imposed by the people of the Dark Temple and is now unconscious.

.If you don’t know how to do the soul, you will probably die..."

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Dark magic, it seems that he has not been out for many years, and he is indeed out of date. When did a dark temple appear again? Is it even darker than me?"

Wei Feng lowered his eyebrows: "I don't know much. After accompanying Lan'er to get his soul back, I plan to investigate."

"Which plane should I go to?" Wei Yang was very interested.

"Peak Continent." Wei Feng replied: "It is the continent where you collect the most gold."

When he heard that there was gold, Wei Yang, who was originally sitting on the ground, suddenly jumped up, and his excitement was beyond words, and he smiled and said, "It's great! Brother, I'm going too!"

Before Wei Feng could answer, Wei Yang jumped up and down while dancing, dancing while shouting: "Gold, gold! Cute gold..."

Jia Lan couldn't stand it anymore. Although her face was as beautiful as a jade, she was still cute at the age of her, which was really unbearable. She said, "Hey! Since he is a guardian monster, he can't beat him anymore, don't beat him.

We'll pass!"

Wei Yang immediately calmed down and glanced at Jia Lan and said, "Stick! Can I fight with my biological brother? Let's go, I'll take you to see the God of the Underworld!"

Wei Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Did you stop fighting with me before?"

The four of them moved forward slowly. In addition to Wei Yang holding Wei Feng's shoulder and talking about his life over the years, Tangtang and Jialan wanted to poke themselves deaf because he was so noisy that people could make them feel

A split headache.

Passing the exit from Shandong, several people came to a deep spot that was not magnificent but was full of solemnity. Dozens of skeleton soldiers were guarding outside the hall and seeing four people coming. They quickly blocked the way.

"Who is coming? What crime should we be punished when we trespassed into the Temple of the Underworld? Retreat quickly!"

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows, and the pure black fighting spirit was released. The powerful pressure made Jia Lan secretly glad that she didn't fight with him just now. "Do I need to inform you when I come?"

Only then did the skeleton soldiers see clearly that they had not seen each other for a long time. Wei Yang, who had been hiding in the psychic tower to study gold, came and knelt on the ground, suddenly, "Greetings to Your Highness!"

Wei Feng was calm, but Jia Lan was suspicious: Isn’t Wei Yang Wei Feng’s younger brother? How could he be His Highness? Could it be that he became a gold man and became a prince?

Only then did a few skeleton soldiers catch a glimpse of Wei Feng in a white robe behind Wei Yang. They were so scared that they were trembling. If they had skin, they would have even had cold sweat. They lay down lower towards Wei Feng, even pressing their foreheads on their faces.

On the ground.

"Greetings to Your Majesty!"

Jia Lan was even more surprised, Your Majesty! This is undoubtedly the title of the king. Wei Feng is a god and should not be involved in the secular world. How could such a title be?

"Let's go flat, can the God of Underworld be there?" Wei Feng said aloud.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark light burst out from the hall. In the blink of an eye, he came to Wei Feng and Wei Yang, bowed his head and bowed, very respectful. Although he didn't expect that a few skeleton soldiers would tremble like sieves, the strong aura fluctuations also made

Jialan felt that this person must be so nervous.

"I pay homage to Your Majesty, and to Your Majesty!" A deep and deep voice came from the kneeling person.

Wei Feng didn't look at the person in front of him, but just whispered: "Get up."

Only then did Jialan see clearly that the person who came was a teenager with black eyes and black hair. Although his face was a little pale, his facial features were handsome. Although he had not lost his childishness, he had a smart face. The voice just now and the boy's appearance were

The difference is very different.

Although the young man stood up, he did not look up, but still bent his waist and said, "Your Majesty comes from the psychic tower. I have never met you. I deserve to die!"

Wei Feng ignored it. In the astonished eyes of everyone, he held Jialan with one hand and picked Tangtang with the other hand and walked towards the temple. Wei Yang also became serious at this time and said softly: "No need to be polite, come on."

He also followed Wei Feng slowly.

The hall was pitch black. When Wei Yang raised his hand, pure white candles lit up around him, illuminating the entire hall. More than a dozen stone chairs were arranged on both sides of the hall, and the head was a Taishi chair, but the workmanship was very sophisticated.

It turned out to be made of a piece of cold ice that was still emitting cold air. Wei Feng didn't say anything, but walked straight to the upper position, put Jia Lan on his seat, and put Tangtang on his lap and sat next to Jia Lan.

Go down.

Wei Yang consciously sat in the first seat on his right hand, symbolizing his own position.

The handsome young man just now sat in the first position on the left, and people came one after another, sitting in the back position, but looking at the main seat, there was a hint of surprise.

"My deities in the underworld have seen His Majesty!" The young man stood up again and knelt down on the ground. The people behind him also knelt down, and the scene was very spectacular.

"Please calm down." Wei Feng said: "I'm here this time, it's purely a private matter. God of the Underworld!"

The young man said: "The minister is here!"

Only then did Jialan realize that this young man was the God of the Underworld.

"Do you have a lonely soul named Jia Ning'er here?" Wei Feng asked.

The God of Nether thought for a moment, staring at a black-faced man behind him, his stern eyes filled with inquiries.

The black-faced man was already sweating profusely at this time, so he quickly stepped forward and knelt on his knees: "Your Majesty, Lord God of the Underworld. There is indeed a lonely soul named Jia Ning'er in the Lone Soul Island."

Wei Feng did not answer, and Wei Yang, who was beside him, slapped the chair and shouted: "Okay, Luochuan! Do you know that Jia Ning'er is not dead! His body is still alive, how can he imprison the Lone Soul Island as a lonely soul?"
Chapter completed!