Chapter 2293: The candle print is coming

The practitioners present were shocked to the extreme.

This is definitely the most shocking day they have lived for so many years.

In contrast, everyone knows how small they are, they are simply ants.

For these ancient powerhouses like Crazy Saint, it seems that there is nothing they can't solve with one punch.

Resisting the attack of the Holy King by the physical body alone did not happen.

Fists and feet defeated the power of the Holy Realm strong in the Holy Realm.

One blow severely inflicted a heavy blow to the Holy Realm Saint King powerhouse.

"What realm have they reached? The strong one hundred thousand years ago, is it possible that the cultivation base has approached the ancestors?" Feng Wuchen guessed, resisting the shock of his heart.

"Brother Feng, how about? Do you want to kill them?" Kuangsheng asked Feng Wuchen, looking at him.

"The holy realm powerhouse came to the Seven God Realms, and he has already violated the order of the holy realm. It should be killed! People who have already died should not be resurrected for evil! They should also be killed!" Feng Wuchen nodded without hesitation.

"Brother Feng, leave this to me. Since it is a member of the Celestial Demon tribe, I should kill it!" Long Qianye sneered, his eyes flashed with an imperceptible killing intent at this moment.

Catching the terrifying killing intent in Long Qianye's eyes, Zhu Sha couldn't help trembling with fear.

Zhu Sha has been in the Seven God Realm for many years and has never seen such a terrifying look in his eyes.

"Brother Feng, the resurgent person from the Celestial Demon Clan, leave it to me!" Nie Wufeng sneered sneerly.

At this point, all the ancestors of the resurrection of the Heavenly Demon Race like Zhu Kong were extremely afraid and trembling in despair.

"Shoo!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Nie Wufeng took the lead, almost in the blink of an eye, the ancestors of the Celestial Demon Race's resurrection, all turned into dust and disappeared.

The dozens of powerful Saints and dozens of powerful masters disappeared in the blink of an eye, and there was no chance to escape or beg for mercy.

Nie Wufeng's speed is very terrifying, even Donghuang Wuji couldn't see how he shot, as if he was attacking dozens of powerful men at the same time.

"Da...sir, Zhu...Senior Zhukong and they... are gone..." Hui Tian said in extreme fear, his voice trembling strongly.

"The ancestors were all killed..." Vanishing was so terrified that he felt almost suffocated.

"Quickly, I didn't see how he shot at all." A Saint Realm Demon Race expert said in amazement, feeling such a strong fear for the first time.

"..." Zhu Sha's pale old face was completely petrified, as if suffering 10,000 points of damage.

In their view, Nie Wufeng is simply a devil-like existence.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of top experts were wiped out. Such terrifying strength beyond imagination once again made everyone in the Dragon Temple feel endless fear and shock.

"Hua Sheng peak powerhouse, in front of them, it is simply inferior to ants." Feng Wuchen's heart was once again hit by a million times damage.

"Brother Feng, how is it? Are you satisfied?" Kuangsheng asked with a light smile.

Feng Wuchen nodded slightly, the anger in his heart really calmed down a lot.

"It's my turn now!" Long Qianye smiled coldly.

The thirty-three sacred realm powerhouses suddenly shook their bodies, and they could no longer use words to describe their inner fears, and all of them felt that their bodies were out of their control.

At the moment when the words fell, Long Qianye had already made a move, teleporting to display it.

There was no movement in the space, but the saint realm powerhouse who had been beaten out before, except for Zhuyuya, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The horrible and brutal means directly scared everyone into a vegetative, motionless, without feeling soaked in cold sweat behind his back.

Zhu Yuya was held by Long Qianye's throat and picked it up. He had difficulty breathing and couldn't speak.

"Want to destroy the Dragon God Clan? Do you rely on these wastes? The Demon Clan, right? Have you forgotten your scars after 100,000 years of comfort?" Long Qianye said with disdain.

"You...are you from the Dragon God tribe?" Zhu Yuya spit out a few words extremely laboriously, and the fear in his eyes grew stronger.

"Don't you know?" Long Qianye said fiercely.

"Big... Your lord is forgiving." Zhu Yuya begged for mercy in horror.

"The Heavenly Demon Race and the Dragon God Race are not at odds with each other, do you think it's possible?" Long Qianye sneered, and with a fierce claw, he broke Zhu Yuya's head directly.

In an instant, the sacred world powerhouse and the resurrection ancestors of the Tianmo clan were completely wiped out.

The Dragon Temple, the alliance forces and the millions of troops of the Time and Space God Realm were completely relieved.

On the other hand, the enemy's major forces are all showing resigned eyes, which is endless despair.

"Brother Feng, how is it?" Long Qianye came over and smiled happily.

"Thank you seniors for your help." Feng Wuchen politely clasped his fists and thanked him. If it were not for their help today, the casualties would never be imagined.

"Brother Feng, they are all his own, you are welcome." Kuangsheng smiled happily.

Long Qianye glanced at the frightened and desperate Zhu Sha and the others, and said: "Brother Feng, the rest will be handed over to you. The ancestor does not want us to interfere in the affairs of the Seven God Realms, but if there are people from the Holy Realm. Leaning on the strong bullying the weak, we will never stand idly by."

"I understand." Feng Wuchen nodded, secretly grateful for the ancestor's help.

Long Qianye's words made Zhu Sha and Mu Xuanshan relieved.

"Buzz!"

However, at this moment, the Seven Gods Realm that had just calmed down, the void shook violently again, and the collapsed void that had not been completely repaired, at this moment actually tore a golden crack.

It is very dazzling in the dim space.

An extremely terrifying breath spread from the golden cracks, and the bright golden light enveloped the dim space, making it difficult to open your eyes.

"Holy realm powerhouse, very terrifying aura!" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly.

[Biquge520www.biquge520.vip] "Are you here again?" Everyone's expressions changed dramatically, and they became nervous again.

One wave is flat, one wave rises, and never ends.

Long Qianye shook his head and said, "I just finished talking, and someone really came."

"I hope someone has some strength." Nie Wufeng shrugged indifferently without fear.

Mie Hun and Dong Huang Wuji and Gui Nu looked at each other, and they all saw shock in each other's eyes.

"Candle Yinkui!" The three exclaimed at the same time.

That's right! They felt the familiar breath of Despair.

"Candle print Kui?" Fenghunshan and the other transforming saints were all shocked.

"It turns out to be this **** old bastard!" The Bilin Flying Python's face became grim.

"Master!" At this moment, Zhu Sha looked at the golden crack with excitement, and immediately knelt down: "The disciple welcomes Master!"

"Master?" Feng Wuchen was slightly surprised.

"Oh? Is the master here? It seems a little bit of strength." Long Qianye sneered.

After a while, amidst the cracks of the bright golden light, an old man with white beard and hair in a black robe slowly walked out.

The old man exudes a very terrifying aura, more terrifying than Meng Tianying.

The black robe old man is exactly the candle print chief!

Master of Zhusha!

Back then the strongest overlord of the Seven God Realms!