Chapter 928: Wind Cleansing and Cold Soul (1)

Feng Wuchen's loud shout resounded through the Temple of God King, majestic, domineering, and quite deterrent.

There are nearly 100,000 people in the Temple of the King of Gods, densely packed with a large area, but among these people, there is no cold soul.

The cold soul hasn't appeared for a while, and it seems to be practicing in retreat.

"Leng Hun! Come out to lead death!" Feng Wuchen shouted loudly again, with a loud voice that resounded through the God King's Temple with a majestic shock.

The cold soul of retreat is hard to hear or not.

"Yun Wanderer was seriously injured, you shouldn't think that you want to deal with my God King Temple, Feng Wuchen, don't overestimate your own strength." Leng Yunkongsen said coldly, with a biting murderous aura Then diffuse out.

"Should we tell you this?" Ye Tianwei sneered sneerly.

Beidouyan sneered and said, "Who was beaten and fled? It seems that it is not you?"

Hearing that, Leng Yunkong and Ye Qianshui and other high-level gods in the Temple of God, their expressions suddenly became gloomy, and a strong jealousy surged in their hearts.

In their minds, a huge figure of the three-eyed demon ape could not help but appear.

The Dragon God Alliance came so confidently and fearlessly to attack, and naturally came prepared.

"Hall Master, Liu Qingyang is not among them, can it be hidden in the dark?" Elder Cangyun asked in a low voice.

Leng Yunkong shook his head slightly, he could not sense that there were other people nearby.

They didn't know that Liu Qingyang had been taken away by the powerful demon, otherwise they would not be so worried.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a palace behind the Temple of the King of Gods was filled with an aura of terror in vain, the palace shook violently, and the monstrous power swept wildly.

Feeling this powerful breath, Leng Yunkong was overjoyed: "The soul has broken through!"

"The Young Hallmaster has broken through! What a terrifying aura!" The many powerful people in the Temple of the King of Gods were shocked to the extreme, looking at the back of the palace.

"The breath of cold soul! Somewhat evil!" Ye Tianwei frowned slightly.

"This guy's cultivation base has broken through! The realm of the ninth peak of the Celestial Realm!" Yi Tianqing said in surprise.

The Scarlet Emperor snorted coldly, and said: "The cultivation base has been improved so quickly, it must be the demon clan to help."

"Be willing to fall!" Huan Yang was full of disdain.

Feng Wuchen didn't say anything, but the corner of his mouth evoked a dangerous arc.

This wicked aura was exactly the aura of Leng Hun. During the period of retreat, Leng Hun’s cultivation had broken through to the nine-fold peak of the Celestial Realm, and he was half a step into the Transcendent God Realm.

This majestic and terrifying force shocked and shocked everyone in the God King Temple.

"call out!"

In a short while, a blue light burst from the palace behind, with a majestic momentum and an instant.

The person here is Leng Hun!

The breath permeating Lenghun's body made people feel frightened.

With Leng Hun's current cultivation base, his true combat power was already enough to contend with the Transcendent God Realm.

"Respectfully welcome the young hall master to leave!" Everyone in the God King Temple saluted respectfully.

Cold and murderous eyes stared at Feng Wuchen, and Leng Hunsen said coldly: "Feng Wuchen, you are brave, dare to come and die."

Feng Wuchen shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since this is the case, how about a life and death battle?"

"Huh! You want to die, I will do you well!" Leng Hun said in a arrogant way, his figure slowly drifting into the void, confident of his own strength.

"Is Feng Wuchen so confident? The soul broke through the ninth peak of the celestial realm, and Feng Wuchen didn't panic at all." Leng Yunkong frowned deeply, Feng Wuchen completely hidden his breath, no one could see him The depth of repair.

Not only Leng Yunkong, but Ye Qianshui and other elders and many powerful men are also quite strange. They don't know where Feng Wuchen is confident.

Based on their understanding of Feng Wuchen, Feng Wuchen is only the fifth level of the Celestial Realm, and the gap between the cultivation base and the cold soul is too large, even if they have Primordial Power.

"I really don't know how to live or die, the palace master has already broken through the realm of the ninth peak of the celestial realm, and his strength is comparable to the first level of the gods. Feng Wuchen dare to say anything about life and death?"

"Isn't that better? The young palace master can kill him for the life-and-death battle he proposed, and none of Chi Yuan can intervene."

"I really can't help myself! Don't think that having Primordial Power is great!"

The disciples of the God King Temple all showed sneers of gloat. In their opinion, the cold soul who broke through the nine peaks of the celestial realm was strong enough to crush the wind and dust.

"Young Palace Master! Kill Feng Wuchen!"

"Yes! Kill Feng Wuchen!"

The disciples of the God King Temple and many powerful people shouted.

Seeing the gloating expressions of the people in the God King Temple, everyone in the Dragon God Alliance shook their heads.

"The cold soul is dead!" Bai Mie said with a sneer, gloating.

"If he knows that the Hall Master has broken through the God Realm, I'm afraid he will be so scared." Nangong Zhan Tan sneered.

At this time, Feng Wuchen had soared into the sky, with a slight sneer on his face, without the slightest worry.

"Take out all your power, otherwise you will die ugly." Feng Wuchen smiled and his fierce dark eyes stared at Leng Hun like a dead person.

"Not ashamed!" Lenghun's eyes narrowed slightly, and the power of terror burst out frantically.

"Buzz!"

The power of the nine peaks of the celestial realm all burst out, the bright void collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into dim in an instant, as if the entire space was filled with the power of cold soul.

"Guru..." The many cultivators present were so frightened that they swallowed their saliva, their faces were pale, and their bodies trembled.

"The aura of the young palace master has reached the first level of the **** transformation realm! It's terrible!"

"With such a terrifying power, Feng Wuchen is dead! The Young Master hasn't sacrificed a magic weapon yet!"

"To dare to challenge the Young Master, this Feng Wuchen is simply an idiot!"

The people in the Temple of the King of Gods were shocked and horrified talking, looking at Feng Wuchen's eyes was like looking at an idiot.

"I have cultivated the powerful techniques of the Demon Race, and that's nothing more." Feng Wuchen mocked, not putting Cold Soul in his eyes at all.

Leng Hun's face was completely gloomy, his fists clenched, and the terrifying murderous intent locked Feng Wuchen.

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

In the next second, the cold soul shot out in vain, with a strong roar, rushing towards Feng Wuchen at a speed several times faster than the speed of sound, surging and breathtaking.

At this moment, everyone in the Divine King Temple held their breath, looking at Leng Hun excitedly and expectantly.

They all seemed to want to see the scene of Leng Hun punching Feng Wuchen and vomiting blood.

The cold soul came in an instant, with violent and terrifying power condensed in his fist, and he slammed Feng Wuchen's head fiercely, fist and wind whistling, looking at the posture, if it hits Feng Wuchen, Feng Wuchen will definitely become one. Flesh!