Chapter 877: Terrorist
Feng Wuchen's words are very rampant and powerful, as if he could destroy the temple of the king at any time.
"Destroy the God King Temple?" Leng Yunkong's face was cold, and he said fiercely: "Don't think that you have established the Dragon God Alliance to be great. Yunyou Zi was seriously injured. Is it true that the Lord is afraid of you, this little Dragon God Alliance? "
With Leng Yunkong's terrifying strength, there was no wandering threat, and he did not pay attention to other people.
"Even so, two months later, I will lead the Dragon God Alliance powerhouse to destroy your God King Temple!" Feng Wuchen sneered slightly, without the slightest fear, on the contrary, he looked confident.
"Don't wait for two months! The Lord of the Hall is now killing you! Dare to come alone, you are here to die!" Leng Yunkong said fiercely, his words full of terrible murderous aura.
The top powerhouses such as Yunyouzi and Chiyuan have been seriously injured, and Feng Wuchen is now sending it to the door by himself. How can Leng Yunkong miss this rare opportunity?
"Hall Master, don't hurt Ling Xiaoxiao, don't forget what the third elder said." Great Elder Ye Qianshui reminded in a low voice.
The three elders of the Demon Race have warned that if Ling Xiaoxiao is injured again, once the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul is angered, the Demon Race will not be able to save them.
"To deal with this kid, it's as simple as squeezing an ant to death." Leng Yunkong was full of disdain, he was very confident that he would kill Feng Wuchen in an instant without hurting Ling Xiaoxiao at all.
"Oh? Really?" Feng Wuchensen sneered, still without fear on his face.
"Hall Master, Feng Wuchen was seriously injured, let me deal with him!" A middle-aged man with the Seventh Heaven Realm, Sen coldly said, confident of his own strength.
As he spoke, an extremely violent aura broke out, and with all his strength, he suddenly rose into the sky, rushing to Feng Wuchen fiercely and mercilessly.
"Brother Feng, let me come!" Ling Xiaoxiao said coldly, trying to urge Zhen Yuan to make a move.
"Don't worry, you don't need your hand to deal with him, lest you get your hands dirty." Feng Wuchen sneered confidently, staring at the man who burst out with cold and murderous eyes.
The speed of the middle-aged man was terrifying. He appeared in front of Feng Wuchen in a few blinks. The man looked cold and arrogant, and said with contempt, "Feng Wuchen dare to come after being seriously injured.
While speaking, the fist condensed with terror force, fiercely blasted towards the wind and dust, the fist and the wind whistling, shaking the void, large black cracks tore apart, and the offensive was extremely fierce.
"I think you are looking for death!" Feng Wuchensen said coldly, and the cold voice made the body and mind chill.
"boom!"
"Buzz!"
The middle-aged man blasted Feng Wuchen's chest with a punch, and with a loud bang, the terrifying power madly swept away, and the man's face also showed a contemptuous sneer.
It seems that this punch can kill Feng Wuchen.
But the next second, the man's face froze.
"This... how is this possible!" The middle-aged man looked at Feng Wuchen in horror. He couldn't believe that Feng Wuchen, who was seriously injured, actually ignored the power of the Seventh Heavenly Realm.
Everyone in the Temple of the King of Gods was shocked, and no one could believe that the seven-layered man in the celestial realm could not shake the wind and dust.
"Feng Wuchen's cultivation base has improved again! He won't surpass the Young Master, will he?"
"Senior Brother Liu can't hurt him at all! Feng Wuchen is seriously injured now."
"How can this be......"
The disciples of the God King Temple were shocked and unbelievable.
"This stinky boy has improved his cultivation a lot, and his cultivation speed is really terrifying!" Leng Yunkong frowned and said in secret, the fierceness in his eyes became more intense.
Ye Qianshui's old faces here are also a bit solemn, and a trace of jealousy can't help appearing in the eyes of other celestial realm experts.
The last time Cold Soul and Feng Wuchen fought, the power of space was almost taken away by Feng Wuchen. At that time, they already knew that Feng Wuchen's strength was very fierce.
"With your strength, you want to kill me too?" Feng Wuchen said with disdain, staring at the man with cold and murderous eyes.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Feng Wuchen shot without mercy, and slammed a punch on the man's chest. With a bang, the overbearing and terrifying power shook the man spit out blood on the spot, and his figure flew out like a cannonball.
"Boom boom boom!"
The man who flew out, pierced through the majestic mountains one after another.
Feng Wuchen's punch was merciless, and the man called Senior Brother Liu didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the God King Temple shocked again, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.
Under the severe injury of Feng Wuchen, he could still spit up blood from the Seventh Heavenly Realm with a single punch, which shows how terrifying the power is.
"Leng Yunkong, you let such a weak chicken kill me, do you look down on me too much?" Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer, extremely arrogant.
"Huh! Don't show off in front of the main hall master." Leng Yunkong said fiercely, and the monstrous murderous aura broke out, and Leng Yunkong skyrocketed without hesitation.
As the Lord of the God King Temple, how could Leng Yunkong let Feng Wuchen run wild here?
"Snapped!"
Perceiving Leng Yunkong's move, Feng Wuchen put his hands together for the first time, making a crisp sound, and immediately tore a dark crack beside him.
"Huh! If you want to kill me, you have to weigh your strength!" Feng Wuchen looked fearless.
In the dark cracks, there was an extremely terrifying breath.
"Shenzhen Nine Layers!" Leng Yunkong's expression changed drastically, stopped in horror, and stared at the crack.
Leng Yunkong didn't know who the terrifying breath in the crack was, but he felt a strong panic.
"This person's cultivation base is stronger than Yunyouzi." Ye Qianshui's expression changed drastically, and his soul flew out of fright.
"Hall Master, be careful!" Elder Cangyun hurriedly shouted.
An extremely terrifying aura enveloped the entire God King Temple, and the overwhelming pressure shocked everyone in the God King Temple's souls and collapsed to the ground.
Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Feng Wuchen with extreme surprise, she didn't know that Feng Wuchen could summon such a terrifying powerhouse.
"This is the breath of the Dragon Race! Brother Feng can actually summon him!" Ling Xiaoxiao was shocked, apparently already knowing who it was.
The reason why Ling Xiaoxiao was shocked was that this dragon breath was extraordinary.
However, in addition to shock, Ling Xiaoxiao's pretty face was also worried.
"Leng Yunkong, what about your prestige? Don't you want to kill me? Why are you afraid now?" Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer.
Leng Yunkong didn't answer, they all wanted to know how sacred the terrifying aura in that crack was.
"Unexpectedly, you could summon me forcibly, the wind is dustless." In the crack, a dull and somewhat surprised voice came.
Hearing this voice, Leng Yunkong and the others couldn't help but shook all over, their faces filled with nervousness and fear.
Such a terrifying aura and coercion, even in the Demon Race Great Elder, never had it.
After a while, a figure slowly walked out of the crack.
