Chapter 742: Fear of black fire

"The breath of the cold soul has improved!"

"Beyond the Nine Peaks of the Celestial Realm!"

"What a terrible breath!"

"..."

Along with the power of the cold soul urging the space, a more terrifying power burst out, immediately sending everyone a big jump.

"The big thing is not good! The power of Cold Soul was already pressing on Brother Feng, and now that the power has increased so much, Brother Feng can't hold it anymore." Liu Qingyang worried.

"The power of Lenghun's space is not trivial, and the lord is in danger!" Ye Tianwei was also worried.

"The power of the celestial realm, we can't do anything, concentrate on killing the enemy!" Chi Huang shouted.

"The Red Emperor is right, we can't help the teacher! First deal with the enemy in front of you!" Zhang Junlan flashed over and said solemnly.

"Big Brother Liu, there are many enemy celestial masters, you go to support the Red Emperor, here I and Yan Ran will deal with it!" Miao Qingqing solemnly said.

"Okay! Zhan Tian, ​​protect them!" Liu Qingyang shouted loudly, glanced at Feng Wuchen, and then walked out with Zhang Junlan.

"Girl Qingqing's cultivation has surpassed me, and she still possesses the power of a fairy. Want me to protect her? She protects me pretty much." Dong Zhantian muttered in a low voice, but it was the first time she rushed forward.

"Shoo hoo!"

"Chichichichi!"

The soldiers of the Dragon Temple killed the enemy frantically. Every time they flashed, they almost killed the enemy 100%. They were splashed with the enemy's blood. They used instant movement frantically. Although they had an advantage, they consumed a huge amount of true energy.

But fortunately, the Dragon Temple has a powerful pill, and there is no need to worry about the consumption of true essence.

"Peng!"

High in the sky, with a movement of his mind, Feng Wuchen's palm suddenly lit a black flame.

"Black fire!" Seeing the black flame, Lengxun's face changed drastically, and his heart was shocked.

The horror of the black fire made the cold soul extremely jealous.

"Swire Wuhuo!" Luo Wuchang couldn't help being taken aback, cold sweat broke out from behind.

"Is this the terrifying flame of Master?" Chi Yuan asked in shock.

"Black flame!" Zhang Wufeng looked in shock.

Not many people know about Wuhuo.

But everyone who knows Wuhuo is full of fear.

"What's the matter? Why did the flame temperature of Wuhuo become so weak?" Amidst fear, Lengxun was secretly surprised.

The energy of Wuhuo's terrifying temperature has been refined by Feng Wuchen, transforming the energy of temperature into its own power.

Although the energy of temperature has disappeared, the icy horrible chill is still there, and the horrible swallowing ability is still there.

The icy breath spread, and the space froze into ice instantly wherever it passed.

The cold is extremely domineering.

On Lenghun's face, beads of sweat appeared, and the appearance of black fire, even if his strength skyrocketed a lot, but he did not dare to make a move.

In Lenghun's mind, there was a horrible picture of being trapped by black fire in the Dragon Temple.

The more you remember, the more scared the cold soul is, and a shadow over the black fire in his heart.

"Why? With half the power to step into the God of Transformation, don't you dare to make a move?" Feng Wuchen sneered at Leng Hun with a playful stare.

"Smelly boy!" Lengxun's face was so gloomy, his fists clenched, and he gritted his teeth and spit out three words.

The disappearance of the terrifying temperature energy, strangely turned into a terrible chill, which made Leng Hun feel like a trap. Once he shot, the terrifying flame temperature would instantly spread.

Therefore, in the absence of certainty, Lenghun didn't dare to make a move.

"Since you dare not make a move, then I'm not welcome!" Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed fiercely, and immediately shouted, "Dragon Shadow!"

"Shoo hoo!"

After the shout fell, Feng Wuchen's figure flickered one after another at an extremely terrifying speed, condensing thousands of clearly visible afterimages in the void.

"Young Palace Master, be careful!" Luo Wuchang yelled in panic.

"Young Hallmaster!" Most of the twin brothers looked at Leng Hun with worried eyes.

Feng Wuchen took the initiative to launch an offensive, and Leng Hun was so scared that he took a few steps back.

This shows how strong Lenghun's fear of Wuhuo is.

But Leng Hun just stepped back a few steps, and then bit his scalp to stop himself.

As the Young Master of the God King Temple, the number one genius in the mainland, his dignity and pride cannot tolerate him taking a step back!

Lengxun was furious.

"Shoo hoo!"

Feng Wuchen flickered one after another, condensing a large piece of memory in all directions of the cold soul, like a thousand horses, the picture is extremely spectacular.

"Are you scared? You are too scared to make a move." Feng Wuchen's vague sneer sounded, as if it were everywhere.

Leng Hun was extremely furious, his face was terrifying, his teeth were gritted, his heart was struggling.

While speaking, Feng Wuchen's palm with black flames still blasted at Leng Hun fiercely.

"Xianjue! Destroy the Dragon Palm!"

A palm blasted out, and Feng Wuchen screamed fiercely, his aura instantly became extremely terrifying, and the power filled with palm prints increased dozens of times in an instant!

"call out!"

"Buzz!"

A palm blasted out, and thousands of feet of huge blood-colored palmprints burst out with a force of destruction. The dim void was covered by blood, and the space was violently shaken wherever it passed.

Feng Wuchen's palm, with a monstrous power and a terrifying momentum, is breathtaking.

"Xianjue?" Hearing Feng Wuchen's loud shout, everyone who was fighting for life and death could not help being shocked.

"This aura...this is a middle-grade immortal decision!" Luo Wuchang's face showed shock and horror.

"Master actually retains such a terrible fairy decision!" Chi Yuan and the others were also taken aback, their horrified eyes looked at Feng Wuchen again.

"In addition to the sword tactics, this is the first time I have seen the palace master cast an immortal decision!"

"Feng Wuchen actually owns Xianjue!"

"It's terrible, is this Xianjue?"

The Dragon God Alliance and the major powers of the hegemony were shocked.

"Xianjue?" At the same time, Lengxun's gloomy face changed slightly, and time did not allow him to think too much.

Since dignity and pride cannot tolerate him to step back, Leng Hun can only desperately!

Cold Soul's hands are sealed, and the power of the space is fully urged, and the terrifying energy is condensed. He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Come on! The big deal will die!"

"Earth-level high-grade martial arts! Break the soul and destroy the palm of the sky!"

The cold soul screamed fiercely, looking crazy, and blasted out desperately.

Even though Leng Hun didn't have Xianjue, he used half of his foot to step into the **** of transformation to use his martial skills, and the horror of his palm prints was not under Feng Wuchen's palm prints.

"Boom!"

"puff!"

In an instant, the two palms collided and exploded immediately. The earth-shaking explosion sounded and the energy that destroyed the earth swept through. In the horrified eyes of everyone, Feng Wuchen spouted a mouthful of blood, and his body shot directly backwards. .

"Hall Master!"

"Brother Feng!"

Seeing Feng Wuchen vomiting blood, everyone in the Dragon Temple was shocked and couldn't help screaming, panicked.