Chapter 2190: Devour ancient power

"Stay? I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"

"Feng Wuchen, you don't seem to figure out the situation yet, don't you understand us? Everyone in the Dragon Temple is going to die today! Listen clearly, everyone!"

"So, whether you win or lose today, you have to die!"

More than a dozen powerhouses were full of disdain, and Luo Tianran's backing was what made them unscrupulous.

"boom!"

At this moment, the five-star main **** powerhouse rushing to the forefront suddenly turned into a blood mist and disappeared into ashes!

The sudden scene frightened the other strong men into dismay.

"Tian Tu!" Seeing the incoming people, the souls of a dozen strong men were all scared away.

"Kill well! Kill well! Shameless villain should be killed!" The people in the Dragon Temple shouted in relief.

"What? Didn't you say that you are not afraid? Isn't it about killing everyone in the Dragon Temple? What about the prestige just now?" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Tiantu, if you dare to make a move, you are not afraid of the great saint realm..." a master **** strong endured fear and shouted.

"boom!"

Tiantu's response was a punch.

The ruthless and domineering methods scared a dozen strong men back in terror, and no one dared to support Mu Yanjun.

"Buzz!"

"puff!"

The shock of the terrifying force caused Mu Yan to vomit blood, and at this moment he was desperately resisting the force of the wind and dust.

"Feng Wuchen! Stop it!" Mu Yanjun roared in horror. He was already at his limit. Facing the three times the power of terror, he could only stand for a few seconds.

"Jun Mu Yan, aren't you confident in your own strength? Why are you afraid now?" Feng Wuchen said coldly. Since he said he would kill Mu Yan, how could Feng Wuchen be merciful?

"Little Lord!"

"Feng Wuchen, don't stop it!"

More than a dozen powerhouses panicked, and the arrogant and arrogant arrogance before completely extinguished.

"Aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you backed by a strong sacred world? Your young master is there, and will soon die, don't you plan to save it?" Tian Tusen said coldly, full of murderous aura.

"Tiantu! Our hall master is in the dark, you dare to kill us, the hall master will never forgive you!" A master **** threatened with horror.

"Really?" Tiantu said with disdain.

"Boom boom boom!"

As Tiantu flickered, the dozens of strong men all turned into a cloud of blood and disappeared into smoke.

"Trash! A group of stupid idiots, how can Luo Tianran act for you ants?" Tiantu said with disdain.

How could they have imagined that Mu Xuanshan and the others would have watched them being killed without taking any action.

"Holy Soul Hall Master, Lord Mu Yan can't hold it anymore, won't you take action? The situation is very unfavorable for Lord Mu Yan." Tongtian looked at Mu Xuanshan and asked.

"Xue Tu and they must be in the dark." Bai Yunqi said solemnly.

Mu Xuanshan frowned deeply, he was more anxious now than anyone else, if he didn't make a move, Mu Yanjun could not stop the horror of the wind and dust.

"Mu Xuanshan, Tongtian, Hades, Leng Moxie, Qiudingfeng, Baiyunqi, I know you are in the dark, and I heard that the strong in the holy world helped you break through the saint. Why, isn't it going to eliminate the Dragon Temple? Don't you dare to come out? Isn't it supported by the strong of the holy world? Why are they all turned into tortoises?" Tiantu asked coldly.

"Shoo hoo!"

As soon as Tiantu's words fell, Mu Xuanshan's six transforming saint powerhouses flashed out, and the old faces were extremely gloomy.

"Shoo hoo!"

The four blood war gods, Xue Tu and Kuang Tu, also appeared.

"Master, don't worry, you can deal with Mu Yanjun, these six old things are handed over to us." Tu Tu sneered, staring at Mu Xuanshan six people as if staring at their prey.

"Father, save me! I can't hold it!" Mu Yanjun yelled in panic, his eyes full of despair.

"Do it!" Mu Xuanshan shouted angrily.

But when Mu Xuanshan was about to take action, Tutu had already stepped forward to intercept, and said with a sneer: "Mu Xuanshan, your son has the power of the Seven-Star God, and his cultivation is far above our master. You intervene. Isn't it great? The dignified saint powerhouse, still want to take a shot at a junior?"

"Go away!" Mu Xuanshan shouted angrily, without hesitation, he slammed his hand towards Tu Tu.

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

Tutu unwilling to show weakness, greeted him with a palm, and with a bang, the extremely terrifying energy madly rolled away, and the void vibrated violently.

"Why? The realm that the holy realm powerhouse helps to improve, is that just a little bit?" Jitu sneered.

The hard touch of a palm is quite equal.

Mu Xuanshan didn't answer, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

On the other side, the people of Tiantu had already started a fierce battle with Bai Yunqi.

"Do you want to save your son? You didn't plan to ask me?" Jitu sneered, and immediately caught it in the air, a terrifying energy spread instantly.

In the next second, Mu Xuanshan's figure appeared, but was trapped by a terrifying force, unable to move forward.

"Asshole!" Mu Xuanshan was furious, his eyebrows were already burning at the moment.

"Buzz!"

The terrifying power of the Transforming Saint Realm surged out wildly, and the entire Lord God Realm was shaking violently, like the end of the world.

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

At the same time, Jun Mu Yan was already unable to support him. With a bang, he was swallowed by the terrifying power, and the extremely terrifying explosion energy ripples madly rolled away.

"Jun'er!" Mu Xuanshan was shocked and looked at the center of the explosion in panic.

"Don't worry, your son hasn't died yet. I'm being merciful. I can't bear to let him die now." Feng Wuchen glanced at Mu Xuanshan coldly.

The ancient power did not get it, and Feng Wuchen would not kill Mu Yanjun.

"Tiantu, just stop them." Feng Wuchen looked at Tiantu Dao, and at the same time he formed a sword finger to control the Dragon God Sword.

After a while, Dragon God Sword flew back with the half-dead Mu Yanjun, only half a breath.

"Jun'er!" Mu Xuanshan roared, and said angrily: "The wind is dustless, if you dare to kill my son, this seat is bound to thwart you!"

Feng Wuchen paid no attention to it, and was completely safe from threats.

"Mu Yan Jun, your ancient power belongs to me!" Feng Wuchen sneered, with his palm bent and hit on the Mu Yanjun Heavenly Spirit cover, forcibly swallowing the ancient power in Mu Yanjun's body.

Mu Yanjun was seriously injured, and the ancient power in his body was also very weak, and it was easy to swallow it in the wind and dust.

"Feng Wuchen, stop!" Mu Xuanshan panicked and angrily shouted.

"Mu Xuanshan, if your son loses, he loses. Since it is a life-and-death battle, and your son has agreed, why should you intervene?" Jitu sneered, and he came out again.

"Since I have won, I will naturally take what I won!" Feng Wuchen sneered.

In a few minutes, the weak ancient power had been forcibly swallowed by Feng Wuchen, and Mu Yanjun also lost the ancient power and died.

"I'm sorry, I killed your son." Feng Wuchen sneered.

"You all have to die!" Mu Xuanshan Lei Ting was furious, roaring frantically, rolling away the monstrous murderous madness.