Chapter 2738: Countless casualties

"Western space has a powerful barrier. This is the breath of the Golden Crow patriarch. It's hard to blame such a big thing. No one in the holy world notices it."

Upon induction, Feng Wuchen noticed that the Western Regions space was covered by a barrier.

"Master, the Western Region portal is only allowed to enter, but not allowed to exit. It has been controlled by the Golden Crow." Venerable Shura said respectfully.

"It's allowed to enter, let's go, go to the Western Regions." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly, and immediately waved his hand, bringing Venerable Shura to the portal of the Profound Saint Realm.

"Sovereign Lord, just... just the two of us? The strength of the Golden Crow is very terrifying, and every true immortal powerhouse is stronger than the dragon ancestors." Venerable Shura asked in amazement, expression Looking stiffly at Feng Wuchen.

Although Venerable Shura knew that the mysterious power in Feng Wuchen was terrifying, in his opinion, it was only stronger than the Dragon Soul and the others, and it was impossible to rival the Golden Crow.

Feng Wuchen once gave Lord Shura a chance to survive, how could he harm Feng Wuchen?

"Let's go." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly and didn't care.

Entering the portal, within a few seconds, Feng Wuchen and Venerable Shura have arrived at the Western Region portal.

The gloomy and resentful aura hits head-on, and the Western Regions space is dim, as if they have come to hell.

"The breath has completely changed, the gloomy breath, the strong smell of blood, has the Western Regions become like this?" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, completely changing a world.

Venerable Shura said angrily: "Master, the Western Regions have become hell."

"Welcome to the territory of the Golden Crow tribe." A true immortal powerhouse guarding the portal of the Western Regions heard a sneer of abuse.

"Master Supreme, he is the true celestial powerhouse of the Golden Crow!" Venerable Shura said in horror, his face extremely pale, and his whole body trembled.

Feng Wuchen glanced coldly, not at ease.

"When you come to the territory of the Golden Crow tribe, don't even think about leaving." The Jin Crow tribe's true immortal sneered, looking very arrogant.

"destroy!"

Feng Wuchen slowly raised his hand, facing the strong Jinwu tribe with a low shout, and the strong Jinwu tribe instantly dissipated into countless spots of light.

Ashes are gone.

"..." Venerable Shura was stunned, his soul frightened.

What kind of terrifying power is this?

A true immortal powerhouse who was even more terrifying than the Dragon Soul Killing, with a soft drink from Feng Wuchen, this person could be wiped out.

"How terrifying is the strength of the Supreme Lord?" Venerable Shura was extremely frightened, his teeth were fighting, and he couldn't stop.

Feng Wuchen slowly closed his eyes, sensing the entire Western Region.

All kinds of calls for help, screams, crying, etc., countless panic and despair, countless repairs casualties and aging, cold-blooded ruthlessness can be described as vividly displayed by the Jinwu people.

"Just to break through the Jiuxing True Immortal?" Feng Wuchen's heart surged with anger.

"The aura of the Shadow Demon Venerable and the Old Immortal Ghost has disappeared. The sage masters of the Western Regions are almost extinct. There are not many sage emperor powers left. There are countless cultivators who have been mutilated. , Either the source of life is swallowed, or the two are swallowed together." Feng Wuchen said as he sensed it, his face became more ugly.

"..." Venerable Shura directly forced the spot on the spot.

"The forces of all sizes in the Western Regions, even the third-rate forces, have suffered devastating blows, and everything is too late." Feng Wuchen shook his head and slowly opened his eyes.

It's not that Feng Wuchen came too late.

But the speed of the Golden Crow is too fast.

All the big and small forces in the Western Regions and countless cultivators have no resistance at all to face the strong real immortals of the Golden Crow.

Swallowing blood and the origin of life is easy for a true immortal.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Wuchen brought Venerable Shura to the Fate Soul Profound Hall in an instant.

The towering and majestic palace has been razed to the ground, and the strong men of the Soul Profound Hall have disappeared, leaving only a large corpse and wounded.

Whether it is the corpse or the wounded, the essence and blood and the origin of life are swallowed, and the faces are full of oldness.

"Venerable Shura, the hall... the hall master and the elders have all been captured." A severely wounded emperor said with difficulty, his pale and old face full of fear.

"Dragon God Race Supreme!" At the moment when he saw Feng Wuchen, everyone in the Life Soul Profound Hall was shocked.

There was a glimmer of hope in my heart.

"Master, save us, we don't want to die yet."

"Master Supreme, our blood and life origin have been swallowed up, please help Master Supreme."

"Master, help."

Everyone begged.

"Master, do they still have any help?" Looking at the seriously injured, Venerable Asura suppressed his grief and indignation. The moment he asked, Venerable Asura realized what.

Feng Wuchen didn't answer. Even if it could be saved, Feng Wuchen didn't want to waste time, let alone consume his soul power. After all, they had nothing to do with Feng Wuchen.

Furthermore, Ming Hun Profound Hall is the power of the Heavenly Demon Race.

Since they are enemies, Feng Wuchen will naturally not care about their life and death.

"You stay and look after them, I'll go to see other places." Feng Wuchen said lightly, and his figure disappeared immediately.

Feng Wuchen looked around, the fate of any force is the same.

Even the children didn't let it go. Seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers looked like old men in their 50s and 60s.

The cruelty of the Jinwu tribe is beyond the imagination of Feng Wuchen.

"Huh? Are you still doing it?" Feng Wuchen suddenly frowned, looked to the left, and immediately flashed out.

When Feng Wuchen appeared again, he had already reached the sky above a city.

In the city, three true immortal powerhouses are unscrupulously taking the essence and blood and life origin of a large number of practitioners, ignoring the practitioners' begging for mercy.

The screams continued, and a large number of repairers fell one after another, their faces aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's almost inhumane, and the source of life can be absorbed. Have they all practiced the techniques of the Profound Hall of Life and Soul?" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly.

Feng Wuchen couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately shouted angrily: "Stop!"

Feng Wuchen's anger resounded through the city, with a terrifying aura and pressure, giving people an unmatched feeling.

The sudden shout of anger instantly quieted the city, and everyone's eyes turned to the void.

"Oh? Someone dared to tell us to stop?" A true immortal sneered and looked at the sky above the city with cold and fierce eyes.

"You are so courageous, dare to intervene in the affairs of our Jinwu tribe?" Another true fairy sneered disdainfully.

However, when they looked up, the moment they saw Feng Wuchen, they were so frightened that they were so frightened, their tragic and disdainful expressions disappeared in an instant, and they were replaced by endless fear.

"Feng...Feng Wuchen!" The three true immortals were trembling and sweating.