Chapter 712

"Xianjue! Pluto's Soul Killing Palm!"

Most of them took the shot with all their strength, and they used the Immortal Jue!

Most of them made a unified shot, the momentum was monstrous, and the energy was surging, shaking the entire territory of the hegemony.

"call out!"

"Buzz!"

The extremely terrifying blue palm print slammed into it, and the power was fierce. The void in all directions had already turned into nothingness, and the dim void, printed a bright blue space.

Even if the Temple of the God King is protected by a formation, it is still in severe shaking at the moment, and the 60,000-70,000 disciples are both frightened and terrified.

Leng Yunkong's expression was extremely serious, that terrifying energy and coercion made him feel a strong threat at the seventh level of God Transformation Realm!

Leng Yunkong had no choice but to fight hard!

"First Grade Immortal Art! God King Palm!"

Leng Yunkong shot with all his strength, shouted loudly, and slammed out with a palm.

"Boom!"

"puff!"

The two terrifying palm prints collided, and they exploded as soon as they collided. The explosion resounded through the hegemony domain, and the extremely devastating energy swept through it unscrupulously.

"How can his power be so powerful!" Leng Yunkong was shocked and horrified.

Leng Yunkong tried his best, and even sacrificed his immortal artifact. Even with his immortal art, he was still unable to resist the power of Dadutong!

The palace master of the strongest god king in the mainland was beaten by his opponent and vomited blood!

Leng Yunkong's strength is absolutely terrifying, and with his full strength and the power of Immortal Artifacts and Immortal Jue, he can definitely fight against the eighth-level peak powerhouses of the God Transformation Realm, and fall in an invincible position!

But in front of Dadutong, he seems so weak!

Luo Wuchang and the three elders were all taken aback.

Both are at the seventh level of the God Transformation Realm, and the difference in strength is so huge!

The power of Dadutong completely crushed Leng Yunkong!

"Palace Master!" The disciples panicked, seeing Leng Yunkong so vulnerable for the first time.

"Father!" Lenghun was terrified, his father, who had always been extremely powerful in his heart, was so weak at this moment!

Lenghun didn't even know what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked, but now he realized how terrifying the forces behind Ling Xiaoxiao were. I was afraid that the ten temples of gods and kings would not be able to match the forces behind Ling Xiaoxiao.

Of course, it's not that Leng Yunkong is too weak.

But most of them are too powerful!

"Buzz!"

The terrifying energy ripples that swept out were completely blocked by the power of the artifact, and there was no trace of it spreading out.

"Chichi!"

"Crack!"

The Divine King Temple was endured with this terrifying energy, and the formation supported by Ye Qianshui was instantly filled with cracks, and finally cracked and shattered.

The powerful array is vulnerable.

"Not good!" Ye Qianshui's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly stepped down, making all his efforts, condensing a huge enchantment to block the spreading destructive energy.

Otherwise, the Temple of the God King will surely be destroyed.

Fortunately, the power that spread has weakened a lot, otherwise Ye Qianshui would not be able to stop it.

"This is your full strength? The strength of the God King's Hall Master is nothing more than that." Dadutong sneered slightly, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

For opponents who can be wounded with one palm, most of them did not pay attention.

Hearing this, Leng Yunkong's face darkened, but he had nothing to say.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Puff puff!"

At the same time, Luo Wuchang, other elders and high-level leaders were hit hard by their opponents one after another, and it was useless to try their best.

The strength of the opponent is too terrifying, and the cultivation base and combat power crush them every minute.

The other powerhouses in the God Transformation Realm were all injured, and the top of the Heavenly Realm Realm was seriously injured.

With all his strength, powerful martial arts emerged one after another, but he was still no match for the powerhouse led by Ling Xiaoxiao.

"No reason! Who the hell are they?" Luo Wuchang gritted his teeth and said angrily, his pale face turned hideous.

Leng Yunkong's face was extremely ugly, and he said solemnly: "Only the position of Dadu has such a powerful strength. I am afraid that this force will not lose to the Yin-Yang family."

"Ghost Soul, kill him for me!" Ling Xiaoxiao angrily scolded, staring at Kun Yun with cold and fierce eyes.

"Yes! Holy Maiden!" The ghost replied respectfully, and his savage eyes swept to Kun Yun, who was seriously injured.

Kunyun heard the words, his face changed greatly, he was full of panic, and his body couldn't help trembling. He seemed to have seen the King of Hell beckoning to him.

The ghost is the fourth level of the gods, and the strength is fierce, Kunyun is not an opponent at all.

"boom!"

The ghost came in a blink of an eye, and a palm slammed against Kun Yun's forehead. With a bang, a terrifying force blew Kun Yun into a cloud of blood on the spot and vanished into ashes!

"Grand Commander!" Everyone in the Temple of the God King widened their eyes in horror.

It was Kun Yun who stopped Ling Xiaoxiao from summoning the strong at the beginning, and this caused the Dragon Temple to be implicated. Now that there is a chance, how could Ling Xiaoxiao let go of Kun Yun?

"Lenghun! How does it feel to lean on the strong and bully the weak?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked coldly, staring at Lenghun's terrified face, and then ordered: "There are quite a lot of heavenly realms in the Temple of God King, kill me. Heavenly Realm of the Temple of the God of Light! None of you can escape today!"

"What?" Leng Yunkong and the others' faces changed drastically.

No one dared to disobey Ling Xiaoxiao's orders.

Dadutong and several powerhouses at the sixth level of the God Transformation Realm shot again, and the others shot against the powerhouses at the Heavenly Realm in the Temple of the God King.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz!"

"Puff puff!"

The fierce battle started again, Dadutong and others did not hold back, Leng Yunkong and Luo Wuchang and the three elders lost in a row, and their injuries became more and more serious.

Whether it is strength or speed, as well as martial arts, all are ruthlessly suppressed.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Puff puff!"

The powerhouses in the Celestial Realm screamed one after another, and more than a dozen people in the Celestial Realm were mercilessly killed.

"Stop it! Stop it for me!" Seeing the Tianji realm powerhouse being killed one after another, everyone in Leng Yunkong was furious, but they were powerless.

"What? I can't stand it anymore? When Lenghun led the Heavenly Realm to kill the Dragon God Temple, my mood was the same as yours." Ling Xiaoxiao said coldly.

"Lenghun, haven't you always looked down on me? That's what the Temple of the King of God is capable of? Or is it because you think it's great to have the backing of the demons?" Ling Xiaoxiao sneered, and glanced at Lenghun who was terrified in disdain.

In less than ten minutes, Leng Yunkong and others were seriously injured, and more than a dozen experts from the Heavenly Pole Realm were killed.

In this battle, the vitality of the God King Temple was greatly damaged!

In this battle, the Temple of the God King was defeated!

The most powerful force in the mainland, facing the thirteen gods, is vulnerable.

This is the consequence of angering Ling Xiaoxiao, and it's just the beginning!

"Hun'er! Hurry up and summon the Venerable Demon Race!" Leng Yunkong shouted in anger, and if this goes on, none of the Temple of the God King will survive!

"No need to summon, this seat is always here." Leng Yunkong shouted angrily, and a demonic voice came faintly.

In the Temple of the God King, a strange black cloud condensed out of thin air and finally turned into a figure.

The person who came was the Venerable Demon Race, who was at the seventh level of the Divine Transformation Realm. (To be continued)