Chapter 2173: Mo Qingshan Furious

The power that exploded out of anger had reached the realm of the nine-star gods.

I have to say that Mo Qingshan's strength is still quite strong, otherwise he would not be confident enough to be able to catch wind and dust alive.

"Master, be careful, this person's strength is very terrifying." The Dragon God Sword said through a voice transmission, already sensing a strong dangerous aura.

"Master, go quickly, the source of the sacred fire flame is too much, and it has been consumed a lot in Qizhou before, and it can't be consumed anymore, otherwise the sacred fire will disappear. Without the realm of the six-star god, you can't beat him!" There was also a voice.

Feng Wuchen had already consumed a huge amount of the original source of the sacred fire, coupled with Qizhou's handling of Ye Jun, it made the sacred fire weaker, and if it was consumed like this, the sacred fire would sooner or later disappear.

"The style of the Sun Moon Temple is really disgusting. It doesn't matter if you bully the less. Now you still rely on the strong to bully the weak, don't you feel ashamed of the young master?" Feng Wuchen said with disdain.

"Master Feng is he crazy? Still dare to stimulate Mo Qingshan?" Ning Hunsheng really didn't know where Feng Wuchen had the courage.

"Feng Wuchen, your arrogance ends here!" Mo Qingshan said viciously.

"Snapped!"

But at the moment when Mo Qingshan's words fell, a crisp slap sounded, and there was an extra slap print on Mo Qingshan's face.

This slap slapped Mo Qingshan.

The three disciples of Zhang Mo were stunned, their hearts beating wildly.

Feng Wuchen dared to slap Mo Qingshan!

At this moment, the air solidified, extremely quiet.

"Why don't you speak?" Feng Wuchen sneered, looking at Mo Qingshan on the side of his head disdainfully.

In the next second, Mo Qingshan's murderous aura instantly doubled.

"Flap!"

Feng Wuchen's figure disappeared again, and then two slaps sounded, and two slaps on Mo Qingshan's face.

The three of Zhang Mo only felt out of breath. They knew Mo Qingshan's temper better than anyone else.

Feng Wuchen dared to slap Mo Qingshan three slaps, he was simply tired of living!

"The cheek is really thick! My hands hurt because of the hit." Feng Wuchen mocked, shaking his hands deliberately.

"Master Feng...he is really crazy!" Ning Chen said in a daze.

"Wind! Nothing! Dust!" Mo Qingshan roared word by word, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and a terrifying murderous frenzy broke out.

"boom!"

At this moment, the furious Mo Qingshan had already burst out with a surging aura, with a strong roar, as fast as lightning.

Of course, Mo Qingshan was not angry enough to lose his mind, he wouldn't really kill Feng Wuchen, he would still catch Feng Wuchen to receive the reward.

However, if you don't kill Feng Wuchen, Mo Qingshan will definitely make Feng Wuchen life worse than death, otherwise it will be difficult to kill the heart and hate.

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

Mo Qingshan arrived in a flash, palms bent, fiercely blasted towards the wind and dust, with a deafening blast, the void collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the terrifying power passed by, the Beast Soul Mountain was razed in all directions Flat ground.

"Young Master, be careful of the wind and dust attack, our people were killed by his attack!" Zhang Mo quickly shouted.

Obviously, Feng Wuchen has already used teleportation to avoid it.

"You are wrong, it is not called a sneak attack." As soon as Zhang Mo's voice fell, Feng Wuchen's cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Not good!" Zhang Mo's expression was suddenly shaken, and he instantly felt chilly all over his body.

In a hurry, the panicked Zhang Mo suddenly turned around and blasted a palm, but it also blasted into the air, and Feng Wuchen disappeared like a ghost.

But at the moment when Feng Wuchen disappeared, Zhang Mo's face had a shallow sword mark with a touch of blood.

"Six-star gods are nothing more than that." Feng Wuchen said with disdain. If Feng Wuchen really wanted to kill Zhang Mo, the sword was not on his face, but on his neck.

"Smelly boy! I can't spare you!" Zhang Mo's face was grim.

"Feng Wuchen, get out of here!" Mo Qingshan shouted angrily. Although he was terrifying, he couldn't help Feng Wuchen's instant movement.

"Mo Qingshan, you don't have to kill me in a hurry, I will come to you someday! That day will not be too long!" Feng Wuchen's ethereal voice sounded.

Of course Feng Wuchen would not be so stupid as to face Mo Qingshan hard, let alone Mo Qingshan, even Zhang Mo, Feng Wuchen couldn't match it.

"Sun Moon Temple will personally go to your Dragon Temple!" Mo Qingshan roared frantically, murderously soaring, his face twisted violently, wishing to swallow the wind and dust alive.

As the young master of the Sun Moon Temple, Mo Qingshan felt the feeling of being stubborn and crazy for the first time.

"Okay, it happens that Dragon Temple has a great gift for you Sun Moon Temple." Feng Wuchen's ethereal voice came again.

Mo Qingshan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and roared: "The wind is dustless, if you don't kill you, Mo Qingshan swears not to be a man!"

"Then you can be a dog!" Feng Wuchen's sneer came.

"Young Master, Zhou Yan was killed and Feng Wuchen ran away. What should I do now?" Zhang Mo asked anxiously, thinking of the second elder of the Sun Moon Temple, Zhang Mo's scalp was numb.

"Humph! Waste of rice bucket!!" Mo Qingshan glared at Zhang Mo, then dashed away.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a fierce beast roar full of terrifying coercion, and the extremely terrifying breath almost suffocated people.

"A fierce beast in the realm of the Lord God!" The burly man was frightened suddenly.

"Hurry up! Take Zhou Yan's body back!" Zhang Mo said gloomily, panicking in his heart.

Facing the fierce beast in the realm of the Lord God, let alone Zhang Mo, even Mo Qingshan would have to die.

"Go!" Ning Hunsheng panicked, pulling the narcissus back quickly, and Ning Chen followed close behind.

If you look closely, there is a person on the head of the huge tiger-like beast.

This person is not someone else, but Feng Wuchen.

"Count you guys running fast." Feng Wuchen grinned and sneered, and then ordered the fierce beast to chase in the direction where the three of Ning Hunsheng left.

"Roar!"

The fierce beast roared, so scared that Ning Hunsheng's three souls all flew, and they were chasing after them.

The fierce beast looks like a fierce tiger, but its whole body is shimmering in purple, and it is burning with a faint green fire, and its teeth like a saber-toothed tiger make people feel terrified.

"Isn't it? Why come after us?" Ning Chen was so scared that he would pee.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Feng Wuchen said quickly, for fear of frightening them.

"Master Feng?" Ning Hunsheng's expressions changed drastically.

Who can believe that Feng Wuchen is riding on the main **** and the beast? Can the fierce beast in the realm of the main **** be controlled? What magical power is this?

The expressions of the three of Ning Hunsheng at the moment were almost as if they had seen a ghost.

Ning Chen was even more frightened and knelt down, crying and kowtow, begging for mercy: "Master Feng, forgive me. I didn't mean to insult Master Feng just now. I was wrong, I was wrong. I didn't mean to offend Master Feng, and wanted to kill him. Master Feng is the Sun Moon Temple, and it has nothing to do with me. I don't know them, absolutely don't know them. I beg Master Feng to spare me this time, Master Feng wants me to do anything."