Fantasy: Get the villain system at the beginning

The golden guard looked at Han Feng with a ferocious expression, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Han Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations. In his opinion, no matter how strong Han Feng is, his realm is there, but it is a pity that some people's strength is not represented by their realm.

Obviously, Han Feng belongs to this category of people.

Han Feng didn't care what the Golden Guardian was thinking at the moment, what he had to do now was to draw its soul and devour it!

Han Feng walked slowly in front of the golden guard. Although there were many protoss around, none of them dared to attack Han Feng.

Just kidding, didn't you see that the golden guards are not his opponents, what are they doing up there?Are you courting death?

"You...what are you doing!"

The golden guard also panicked and kept backing away, but soon, Han Feng had already arrived in front of him.

Han Feng grinned, "Don't do anything, just borrow your soul!"

After finishing speaking, Han Feng directly pressed his hand on the top of the golden guard's head, and the next moment, an illusory figure was directly pulled out by Han Feng.

The soulless body fell limply to the ground, Han Feng ignored it, and the primordial spirit came out of his body directly, devouring the soul of the golden guard in one gulp.

What surprised Han Feng was that this time he devoured the soul of the golden guard very smoothly, and no one came forward to stop him.

You know, this is the stronghold of the Protoss. This move is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Protoss. Can they bear it?

It wasn't until Han Feng took Yuanshen back into the Sea of ​​Consciousness that a middle-aged man in a purple cloak finally appeared at the door.

"I've seen Zuo Tianwang!"

Countless protoss people knelt down and bowed down. The man in the purple cloak waved his hand slightly to signal everyone to back down, and then he set his sights on Han Feng.

"You human race's saying that since ancient times a hero born a boy is true!"

Zuo Tianwang looked at Han Feng with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I devoured the souls of your God Race people, shouldn't you attack me?"

Han Feng looked at Zuo Tianwang with some puzzlement, wondering what kind of medicine this guy sold in his gourd.

"Haha, it's their honor to be devoured by geniuses like you, come and sit inside!"

Zuo Tianwang laughed and greeted Han Feng enthusiastically, which made Han Feng even more confused. This guy can't be a fool, right?

The surrounding protoss also looked at Zuo Tianwang with a confused face. This guy is famous for his temper. How could he be so polite to this human race?

However, Zuo Tianwang obviously didn't mean to explain, but just made a gesture of please to Han Feng.

Chapter 122 Sneak Attack on the God King

Han Feng hesitated for a moment, then walked in directly, he wanted to see what the hell this Zuo Tianwang was doing!

Under the leadership of Zuo Tianwang, Han Feng came to the hall. The hall is extremely luxurious, even the imperial palace is nothing more than that.

It has to be said that the protoss who have been holding back for thousands of years do have a way of enjoying themselves.

The extravagant rattan chair is actually made of red thunder wood. It must be known that red thunder wood is regarded as a treasure in many sects, especially some sects that practice lightning attribute skills.

This is one of the few spiritual objects in the world that can carry thunder from the sky. It is an excellent choice for practicing thunder-attribute exercises or refining thunder-attribute magic weapons.

As a result, it is now only used as a wicker chair for everyone to sit on. What a waste!

"Sit freely, come and serve tea!"

Zuo Tianwang smiled and said to Han Feng, and then shouted to the outside of the hall. After a while, several scantily clad maids came in with a delicate small plate.

"Come, have a taste of the soul wine brewed by our Protoss."

Zuo Tianwang picked up the cup and handed it to Han Feng. Han Feng took it and saw that there was no wine in the cup, but a light blue ball of light hovering continuously in the cup.

"interesting!"

Han Feng could clearly feel a strong soul power coming from it, mixed with a faint aroma of wine.

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Feng picked up the cup and swallowed it in one gulp. Han Feng only felt a strong aroma of wine filling his throat.

A strange warm current rushed straight into the sea of ​​consciousness, and what surprised Han Feng even more was that the soul power provided by this cup was actually more pure than the soul of the golden guard before!

"How is it, not bad!"

Zuo Tianwang smiled slightly, this soul wine is an irresistible temptation for cultivators.

"King Zuo Tian just invited me in for a drink, right? Besides, I devoured many souls of your protoss!"

Now that the wine is gone, it's time to talk about business.

Zuo Tianwang laughed loudly, took the main seat, and looked at Han Feng with a smile.

"They are not as skilled as others, and they can't blame others. Do you know the origin of this soul wine?"

"Back then, the patriarch of the Protoss set a rule that every year the Protoss held a competition, and the raw material for this soul wine was the souls of the Gods who failed in the annual competition, because the Protoss does not need the weak!"

Hearing Zuo Tianwang's words, Han Feng's pupils shrank suddenly. No wonder the Protoss was able to dominate the Central Territory for so long. There was such a reason.

The intense internal competition forces them to practice painstakingly and dare not slack off in the slightest. After all, the consequence of slack is death!

"It's a pity that the ten-thousand-year seal has made the gods have almost forgotten the ancestral precepts!" Zuo Tianwang sighed, his eyes were a little deep.

"So, instead of feeling angry when you killed them, I feel happy instead. The Protoss should be vigilant, otherwise more people will die if the seal is opened!"

"This seal was used to protect the human race back then, but now, it is protecting the god race!"

Zuo Tianwang stared slightly, looking at the illusory sky in the distance, with an unprecedented solemn expression.

Han Feng was silent. He had to say that what Zuo Tianwang said was very reasonable. Once he felt slack, he would be close to death, but all this seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Hehe, it's getting too far away. In fact, our Protoss has already made a decision. We just want to cooperate with the Human Race and coexist peacefully."

"You said you want to make peace?"

Han Feng was stunned. This protoss has been suppressed for thousands of years, and his head is a little hard to use, right?Make peace?I'm afraid most of the protoss disagree, right?

"Yes, it's a pity that almost no one supports me, even the high priest opposes my proposal!"

A trace of deep helplessness flashed in Zuo Tianwang's eyes. After hearing this, Han Feng somewhat understood those who disagreed.

After all, after being sealed for nearly ten thousand years, it is simply impossible to say that there is no complaint!