Chapter 659

Dragon Temple.

After successfully returning to the Dragon Temple, Feng Wuchen and his group finally felt relieved.

Recalling the previous terrifying powerhouse and the energy of destruction, they still have lingering fears.

"Chen'er, is everything going well?" Xiao Qingqing asked in the hall, seeing Feng Wuchen and their faces a little unhappy.

"Did something happen?" Feng Zhengxiong asked with a frown.

Feng Wuchen shook his head slightly and said, "Nothing happened."

Feng Wuchen then recounted what happened, and Feng Zhengxiong and the others were shocked and horrified when they heard it.

Of course, fortunately everything is back safely.

"Such a terrifying power has definitely disturbed all the forces in the hegemony, but the Temple of the God King has no movement. It seems that they are already afraid of the Yin-Yang family and the Baili family." Han Kun said solemnly, if Feng Wuchen spoke, Han Kun Kun had no idea that such a terrifying family existed on the mainland.

"What about Wuhuo? Who took away such a terrifying Wuhuo?" Ye Tianwei asked.

"Does that need to be said? Their strength is so terrifying, we simply can't grab it." Liu Qingyang spread his hands helplessly.

"The Baili Family or the Yin-Yang Family?" Huan Yang asked, looking anxious.

"You big-headed ghost, Wu Huo was swallowed up by Big Brother Feng, haha!" Liu Qingyang burst out laughing.

"Palace Master?" Everyone stared at Feng Wuchen with wide eyes.

The Yin-Yang Family and the Baili Family are so terrifying, how could Feng Wuchen grab Wu Huo?

After Ling Xiaoxiao elaborated, everyone understood.

All in all, although this trip to the abyss in the north was a near-death experience, it was a near miss, and the black fire was successfully won.

"The king still has a lot of blood, don't waste your time, cultivate and improve your cultivation as soon as possible, and I have to refine the black fire immediately, so as to avoid endless troubles." Feng Wuchen said solemnly, saying that he had already disappeared.

When it reappeared, Feng Wuchen had already come to the seventh floor space of the Nine-fold Universe Pagoda.

The seventh floor has twice the time, which is just right for refining black fire without wasting too much time.

Although Wuhuo is already very weak, Wuhuo still has huge energy, and it is not easy for Feng Wuchen to refine Wuhuo.

If it is fully refined, Feng Wuchen will not only be able to completely control the black fire, but also greatly improve his cultivation.

In the space, Feng Wuchen took a deep breath and then activated the Golden Dragon Seal.

A dazzling golden light burst out from the eyebrows, and the domineering martial spirit power surged out, filling the seventh floor space.

Under the control of Feng Wuchen, the black fire that was swallowed in the Golden Dragon Seal was slowly exported.

"Pong!"

While exporting the black fire, Feng Wuchen stimulated the dragon fire and quickly wrapped the black fire.

"Dragon Clan Flame! Brat! You are so brave! You actually want to refine this seat!" Wu Huo roared furiously, struggling frantically.

Feng Wuchen sneered slightly: "It is your honor to be my real fire. I will combine the fire of the dragon race with the fire of the black fire, and it should become stronger by then."

"Bastard!" Wu Huo was so angry that he could not wait to swallow Feng Wuchen.

However, Feng Wuchen ignored it at all, mobilized the power of destroying the world, pinched the magic, and began to refine it.

"Ah! Stop it! Stop it!" As Feng Wuchen started refining, Wu Huo cried out in extreme pain.

"In your weak state, it's useless no matter how much you struggle, it's better to be obedient." Feng Wuchen sneered, then slowly closed his eyes.

"Ah..." Feng Wuchen was frantically refining, and Wu Huo screamed again and again.

After half an hour of refining Feng Wuchen, he slowly opened his eyes, frowned and said: "As expected of the ancient fire, it is so difficult to refine."

After refining for half an hour, Wu Huo showed no signs of being refined, as if an hour of time was wasted in vain.

"Stinky boy, if you want to refine this work, you are not qualified enough with your cultivation!" Wu Huo shouted angrily, and then screamed again.

Feng Wuchen sneered: "This is just the beginning, how do you know that I can't refine you?"

"Even if it can't be refined in one month, I can refine it for two months, if it doesn't work in two months, it's three months, even if it takes three years to refine it, why not? In short, I will definitely refine you and make you my true fire. !" Feng Wuchen said firmly.

"You!" Wu Huo was furious, but it was weak and powerless.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and Feng Wuchen said again: "Wuhuo, don't think that one day you will recover and devour me, don't forget that I am an alchemist, I have 10,000 ways to make your soul You can't recover, fall into my hands, you can only be refined by me, there is no way out."

"Stinky boy, how about we make a deal? You don't need to refine this seat, the black fire of this seat is provided to you at any time, so this seat is equivalent to protecting you, at least the Yin and Yang family can't touch you." Wu Huo Resisting the pain of being swallowed, he asked Feng Wuchen.

"Haha!" Hearing this, Feng Wuchen couldn't help laughing, and said disdainfully, "Do I need your protection? Do you think I will believe your nonsense? I'm not as stupid as you think!"

"How unreasonable! How do you want to let go of this seat?" Wu Huo roared and asked, Wu Huo has practiced for how many years before he spoke with his spiritual wisdom today, and only has today's terrifying cultivation level, how could he be willing to be reduced to this? Treasure for others?

"You die of this heart!" Feng Wuchen replied coldly and ruthlessly, and wanted to continue refining.

"Wait! Brat! I know the whereabouts of an ancient power. I planned to refine it to improve my cultivation, but I haven't had a chance yet. As long as you can let me go, I can tell you. ." Wu Huo said quickly.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen was taken aback and said, "Prime force?"

"Yes, this seat is the fire of the ancient times. It can sense the breath of the ancient power. How about it? As long as you are willing to let this seat go, this seat will tell you." Seeing Feng Wuchen's heartbeat, Wu Huo was secretly happy.

"Yes, but you have to tell me first, otherwise why would I believe you, and you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me." Feng Wuchen said, for Wu Huo's words, Feng Wuchen was dubious.

"This seat is not easy to fool. If this seat tells you that you still have to refine this seat, wouldn't it be cheaper for you?" Wu Huo said coldly, without Feng Wuchen's answer, Wu Huo would not be in vain. Cheap and dust-free.

"That's up to you." Feng Wuchen shrugged, not caring at all, and wanted to continue refining.

Anyway, Feng Wuchen didn't intend to believe Wu Huo.

"Okay! This seat tells you, I hope you keep your word!" Wu Huo said quickly, the taste of being refined is not good.

"Kunlun Valley in the Promise Territory Promise Territory." Wu Huo said.

"Kunlun Valley?" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, although he had never been to Wuji Realm, but based on the memory of Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen knew something about Wuji Realm. (To be continued)