Bai Jiarong said a lot.

There is something about himself and his master.

For some reason, before his death, his desire to talk increased dramatically. There were so many things that Yang Fan almost didn't need to ask about, and he poured them out in one go.

"I have five men and two women under my knees. The eldest is manic, the second is gloomy, the third is gentle and well-behaved..."

"My master has twelve personal disciples. I am the last little disciple. The head-on is Hou Jiming, who died tragically in the hands of the chimpanzee. It is the third brother..."

"My master, Soul-Devouring Demon Emperor Shen Tu Junfeng, is a handsome man. Even though he is over 300 years old, he is still young and handsome. He can be regarded as the most handsome one among the top ten members of the federal parliament..."

"The master's cultivation is extremely high, the peak of the emperor level, only one step away from the emperor level, but this step seems to have become a natural barrier, and the master can't overcome it..."

"...I, Bai Jiarong, have done countless evil in my life, but also killed countless demons. There are not ten beast kings who died in my hands, and eight of them are all secretly used to make secret black hands, for their king-level essence, blood, demon core, and soul origin..."

"Don't think that you are the only soul refiner. Although there are not many soul refiners in the federation, you can find ten or eight in the central city. In order to refine the soul refining golden elixir, many people are secretly hunting the beast king in the demon clan..."

"The so-called royal covenant is just like the current law of the Federation. It is just to restrain ordinary kings who have the hearts and no courage. So what about the king-level monsters in front of real strong people? Will they still kill them if they should be killed!"

"But, those soul refiners are all wastes. I just wanted to ask for a few high-grade soul refining pills for my children. As a result, the demon king and the beast king secretly hunted a lot of them, and the beast souls provided them with countless. As a result, all the ones refined were some fifth-grade, sixth-grade soul refining pills, seventh-grade, and eighth-grade ones, not to mention the soul refining golden pills..."

“…”

Bai Jiarong said a lot of talkative words like a chatterbox. She drank all the pot of hot tea on the table, but she didn't want to stop.

Yang Fan is definitely a good audience and listener. He sat quietly on the side from beginning to end, holding a cup of Xiangming in his hand, and listening to Bai Jiarong's last pleasure in his life seemed to be serious and careful.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...

Bai Jiarong talked about the difficulties of the survival of the federal human race from his family and finally looked up at Yang Fan: "It is not easy for human race to survive. Every compatriot should watch over each other. Every king-level and king-level peak are the rarest and precious wealth of the entire federal human race!"

"My friend Yang Fan, do you really have the will to see a peak of the king in the human race fall here quietly?"

"Actually, there is no deep hatred between us. To put it bluntly, it is just a misunderstanding. If we make it clear and make it clear, can we still turn war into jade, right?"

"How about you just raise your hand a little now and leave me a way out for you?"

Yang Fan glanced at him speechlessly. As expected, this guy still didn't see through life and death. He still wanted to live until now.

However, this is not surprising. Survival is an instinct for any creature. Under normal circumstances, no one will be willing to give up their lives.

Hiding in a desperate situation, even if there is one in ten thousand chance of survival, someone will want to grasp it firmly.

"Senior Bai is right." Yang Fan looked at Bai Jiarong with deep consent: "You have never even met you before, so there is no such thing as a deep hatred. If possible, I would like to let you live a life."

"You are the peak of the king level. In our Northwest Guardian, you are all super big figures who can defeat the sky!"

"You also saw that our Northwest Domain Lord Fu is just a level six martial king, and it is incomparable to you."

Bai Jiarong nodded repeatedly, and a glimmer of hope gradually appeared on her face. She raised her head and looked at Yang Fan.

"But it's too late." Yang Fan sighed with great regret, looking at Bai Jiarong and said, "Your true body outside has been dealt with by our Lord Fu so that there is no more slag left. Even if I kindly let you go out, you are just a masterless soul source and will not last long."

"So, you might as well get rid of your remaining heat, sacrifice yourself, and cooperate with me to refine some soul refining pills."

"Didn't you say you have always wanted to get a few high-grade soul refining pills for your children? Now the opportunity is here. As long as you cooperate with me obediently, after the quick success, I can give it to your children seven or eighth grade soul refining pills. How about it?"

There was once a skill description in the Soul Refining Skill Skill.

It is said that if the alternative soul origin can be voluntarily and willingly cooperate with the refining, there is a chance to achieve a wonderful special state of unity between man and nature with the soul refining technique performed by the soul refiner. The refined soul refining pill is not only of excellent quality, but also has a greatly improved elixir rate.

Therefore, Yang Fan has always wanted to give it a try, and Bai Jiarong in front of him is undoubtedly the best test subject.

Otherwise, Yang Fan would not have the time to spend all his time with him here?

"What's the matter?" Bai Jiarong felt a chill in his heart: "My body has turned into a slag? Are you so cruel? That guy Fu Zhengqing is too quick to take action!"

The final journey of life was cut off, and Bai Jiarong was completely desperate.

However, when he finally heard Yang Fan mention his children and the compensation for the soul refining pill, Bai Jiarong's dead eyes slowly added a hint of vividness.

"What you said is true?" Bai Jiarong said suspiciously: "I am already a dying person now. Could it be that you are deliberately spending me?"

Yang Fan sneered: "Is this necessary? What is the benefit of me when I am having fun? You are just a masterless soul now. Even if you don't agree, do you think I can't do anything to you?"

"It's just that you love your son very much and feel pity, and want to help you fulfill your last wish."

"You have seen it just now. I can easily refine hundreds of soul refining pills of various grades from the origin of the soul of a beast king. A few eighth-grade soul refining pills are nothing to me."

"Of course, if you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything. I can save seven high-grade soul refining pills."

As he said that, Yang Fan waved his hand, and the tables, chairs, pavilions, and teapots were gone.

"The time is almost over. Whether you want it or not, it's time to end."

Bai Jiarong felt nervous and said repeatedly: "I do! I don't need you to make any promises or guarantees. As long as you don't cause trouble for my family in the future, I will be content!"

Bai Jiarong didn't expect or believe that Yang Fan would give his children high-quality soul refining pills so kindly. He just hoped that his children would be safe and would not be missed by this ruthless guy in front of him.

This kid has the strength to calculate the peak powerhouses of the king level at a young age. If he continues to grow up in the future, he will definitely achieve extraordinary results.

And the few little boys from their Bai family knew in his heart that being able to produce a king in the future would be considered as a sensation.

Now even he, who is like me, is in the hands of Yang Fan, and all the little kids in his family are for nothing. In the future, you must not confront Yang Fan, take revenge or something, and don’t even think about it.

At this moment, Bai Jiarong was even a little lucky that all the subordinates he brought were wiped out and the news was not leaked, otherwise he would have dug a big hole for his children.

At this time, Bai Jiarong had completely put his Demon Emperor's master behind his head. He really didn't want to mention such a tricked master in the future. The Demon Emperor's name was useless in the eyes of these people.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Bai Jiarong unexpectedly, and instantly understood Bai Jiarong's concerns.

Very sensible in practice!

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Bai, I, Yang Fan, made a honest and reliable sentence. I will definitely give you if I want to give you it. I just don't care about it."

"As long as the news of your murder in the secret realm is not leaked, everyone will naturally be in peace. We are not murderers, so how could we take the initiative to provoke a powerful enemy for ourselves?"

"You said just now that your master is at the peak of the emperor level. With him protecting your family, who dares to cause trouble for them?"

Bai Jiarong opened her mouth with a complicated expression.

When he was still alive, no one dared to cause trouble for his family, but the problem is that he is dead now.

The disciples in the Demon Sect are the most realistic. Without the protection of Bai Jiarong, the head of the in charge, his family will definitely not have a good life in the Demon Sect.

Think about the bald brother Hou Jiming. In the thirty years after his death, his descendants of his children and descendants still have a few lives. Even if they are still alive, what kind of life will they live?

"Forget it, it's useless to say more. I'll do whatever you want. I just want them not to follow my husband's footsteps and follow my old path."

Bai Jiarong shook his head slightly. It is useless to think more now. He only hopes that he can use the last little soul source to leave a way out and fate for his children, at least not to be enemies with Yang Fan again.

"So, let's come now!"

Yang Fan was refreshed and after a long time of hard work, he finally fooled Duan Shenhun's origin. The next time was the moment of refining and harvesting.

Bai Jiarong closed his eyes slightly and nodded slightly.

Sensing the special spiritual power conveyed from Yang Fan, Bai Jiarong opened his arms and opened his arms without any resistance or rejection, and took the initiative to merge and contact with it.
Chapter completed!