Chapter 882: Kill Fuyang

"Fuyang is really looking for hardship. The Lord is not what he used to be. With the three of them, it is simply to die."

"The soul puppets can't be beaten, and dare to come to seize the ancient power of the Lord."

"It's really stupid."

Ye Tianwei and others continued to ridicule, and their faces showed smirking smiles.

They may have been very afraid of Fuyang's strength before, but now it is different. There are hundreds of soul puppets in Feng Wuchen, and there are dozens of people in the Transcendent God Realm alone.

There are only three people in Fuyang, and Fuyang is only a four-fold realm of God Transformation Realm.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz!"

In the fierce battle, the three of Fuyang were madly suppressed by the soul puppets all the way, and they were defeated steadily.

Upon seeing this, Feng Wuchen sneered fiercely: "Fuyang, your strength is not enough."

"Smelly boy! Unexpectedly you have such a powerful soul body!" Fu Yang gritted his teeth and roared, his face fiercely twitched.

Fuyang had regretted it, but it was too late to regret now.

The soul puppet was unconscious, and completely obeyed the order to launch a fierce and merciless attack on the enemy, without mercy.

In just a few minutes, all three of Fuyang were injured, and they were not the opponents of the soul puppets at all.

It is impossible to escape, but now he can only transform into a huge body and forcefully confront the soul puppet.

The attacks of the Fuyang trio were completely ineffective, and the more they fought, the more frightened and miserable.

"Go!" Fu Yang shouted, panicking and escaping.

The three dared not stay at all, they flew away at full speed when they found an opportunity.

The three powerhouses of the wicked race were so scared to flee. If this spreads out, I am afraid that the three of them in Fuyang will lose face.

"Haha! I was so scared to escape!" Huan Yang couldn't help laughing.

"Hallmaster, let them go." Beidou Yan shouted loudly.

"Since I'm here, why bother to leave?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, his eyes flashing with murderous aura, Feng Wuchen never thought of letting the three of them leave.

"Shoo!"

With a move of his mind, Feng Wuchen once again **** the other soul puppets, and black shadows burst out of the Nine-Layered Universe Tower.

Before the Fuyang trio had escaped far, there were a dozen soul puppets in front of them who intercepted them.

"What?" The expressions of the three changed greatly.

"All...all are in the realm of transforming gods..." One person trembling in terror.

"How can this be possible with so many soul bodies in the spirit realm!"

The Fuyang trio were extremely horrified and completely shocked. They thought they could easily win Feng Wuchen, but they didn't expect that they were in desperation first.

More than a dozen souls of the gods, the three of Fuyang were frightened.

With such a terrible lineup, the Fuyang trio have no chance of winning.

At this moment, Fu Yang regretted it instantly, but now it seemed that it was too late to escape.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Puff!"

More than a dozen soul puppets, under Feng Wuchen's control, launched a frenzied attack on the Fuyang trio. The Fuyang trio vomited blood one after another, and their injuries rapidly worsened.

"Good fight!"

"Beat me hard! Beat me to death!"

"Hall Master, maimed them before killing them!"

Beidouyan and the others yelled in relief, and Ling Xiaoxiao and Lan Yue also yelled.

Recalling the scene of encountering Fuyang in the Yanhuang Tago Desert and being chased by Fuyang, they couldn't help but become angry.

Now that they have such a good opportunity for revenge, how can they miss it?

Soul puppets have no human emotions and are completely tools of murder.

In less than two minutes, the three of Fuyang were seriously injured, with blue skin and swollen faces, like pig heads.

awful! Very miserable!

"Don't fight! Feng Wuchen, don't fight!"

Fuyang's voice begging for mercy suddenly came. Although it was quiet, Feng Wuchen heard them all.

"Stop! Stop!" The other two also yelled in panic.

If you don't beg for mercy, if you continue to fight like this, the three of them will definitely be beaten to death.

"It's too low, I didn't hear it!" Feng Wuchen said torturedly.

"Feng Wuchen! Please forgive us." One person said in horror, his injuries became more and more serious, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Speak louder, didn't you eat?" Nangong Zhan sneered.

"Spare! Feng Wuchen! Stop!" Fu Yang shouted in horror.

"Speak louder!" Ye Tianwei scolded.

"Spare! Spare!" Fu Yang roared.

"It turned out to be begging for mercy." Beidouyan looked like he had just heard it clearly, and then sneered: "Aren't you very arrogant and arrogant when you were in the desert? How can you beg your grandson now?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Feng Wuchen, forgive me! If you hit me again, I will die!" Fuyang begged for mercy in fear, and now regretted that his intestines were blue.

"Feng Wuchen, be merciful! We are just following orders." The other two kept begging for mercy.

"Huh! He almost died in his hands while in the Yanhuang Tago Desert, the Lord, must not spare him!" Beidou Yan fiercely angered.

Feng Wuchen sneered and said: "They come to die by themselves, I naturally want to fulfill them."

"Feng Wuchen! Let them stop!" Fu Qianqi shouted in panic.

However, Feng Wuchen completely regarded it as unheard.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Ah!"

"Buzz!"

More than a dozen soul puppets kept beating violently, and the three of Fuyang couldn't help but screamed out one after another, and they hit the ground from high above.

The terrible force shook the earth violently and hollowed out a big hole.

In the frenzied beating, the bones of the three Fuyang people were all broken, and the feeling of endless pain spreading throughout the body was more uncomfortable than death.

Finally, the three Fuyang people's begging for mercy and screams disappeared, their breath was pitifully weak.

Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the soul puppets all returned to the Nine Layers of Universe Tower.

"I'm still alive, really resistant to fights." Beidou Yan sneered triumphantly.

Looking at the seriously injured Fuyang, Feng Wuchen sneered and asked: "I didn't expect you to have such a day? It seems that God asked me to get rid of you personally."

"You... you killed me, evil... the wicked race will never let you go..." Fu Yang said with difficulty, extremely weak, his face pale, and half opened. His eyes are full of resentment and despair.

"If this is the case, then I will kill you first!" Feng Wuchensen said coldly, without hesitation, he slapped it down.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Seeing that Feng Wuchen really dared to make a move, Fuyang was desperate. Feng Wuchen's palm quickly magnified in his eyes, and finally there was a bang. The domineering and terrifying power directly dented Fuyang's chest Go down.

The terrifying power shattered all the internal organs in Fuyang.

"You... how dare you..." Fuyang glared desperately at Feng Wuchen, but before he finished speaking, he would never be able to speak in his life.