Chapter 1067

A golden light flashed past the Demon Lord's neck.

The Demon Lord's expression suddenly changed, and his body took several steps back.

At this moment, time seemed to stop, and the whole world became very quiet, terribly quiet.

The expressions of everyone were stiff.

They all saw a golden light flashing past the Demon Lord's neck.

At that moment, the Demon Lord was trapped by the power of time and could not avoid it at all.

Everyone's eyes stared at the Demon Lord unblinkingly. They all wanted to know whether Feng Wuchen's sword hit or not.

Demon Lord has an immortal body, what will happen if Feng Wuchen's sword hits?

As time flowed again, a bloodstain appeared on the Demon Lord's neck!

The moment they saw the bloodstain, the eyes of Long Tianzhan and the others widened almost at the same time, their expressions excited and nervous.

In everyone's mind, the first reaction was whether the Demon Lord would die.

"Lord Demon Lord!" The Gorefiend and the Three Souls panicked and trembled, and the Demon Race powerhouse instantly felt that they had fallen into hell.

"Master Mojun has an immortal body, Feng Wuchen will never kill Master Mojun!" Elder Mofeng said in safety, but the panic on his face had already betrayed him.

Above the sky, Feng Wuchen threw the Dragon Divine Sword, and the blood on the sword flew out. He slowly turned to look at the devil, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The stiff-looking Demon Sovereign immediately showed an evil smile on his face, his gloomy eyes swept towards Feng Wuchen, and said, "Did you disappoint? This Demon Sovereign has an immortal body, you can't kill me."

The thumb crossed the blood on the neck, wiped the blood, and the demon then smiled evilly: "This is your usual method of killing, right? Sealing the throat with a sword did kill the enemy instantly, but it's a pity that your opponent is this demon. ."

Looking at the proud Demon Lord, Feng Wuchen sneered: "Okay, don't keep showing off your immortality, you've said it many times, if you don't bother me, it bothers me, I'm not deaf, I Know that you are immortal."

While speaking, Feng Wuchen walked over to the void step by step, and asked with a playful look: "Do you know where the most terrifying part of the Evil Dragon God is?"

"Evil Dragon God?" The Demon Lord frowned slightly, not knowing what Feng Wuchen wanted to say, he was a little stunned to hear it.

"The most powerful thing about the Evil Dragon God is not his power or alchemy, but his formation." Feng Wuchen said to himself.

"Formation?" The devil became more and more confused about what Feng Wuchen was talking about, but there was a faint unease.

When Feng Wuchen walked more than ten meters away from the Demon Lord, he stopped and immediately inserted the Dragon Divine Sword into the void under his feet.

"Ding!"

"Buzz!"

The tip of the Dragon Divine Sword seemed to hit something, and there was a crisp sound, followed by a golden circle pattern of dozens of meters in size that appeared out of thin air, exuding terrifying power, shaking the void.

The pattern of the formation is extremely mysterious, with all kinds of rune lines, people who don't understand the formation can't understand it at all.

The location of the Demon Lord happens to be at the very center of the formation.

The Demon Lord was completely trapped by the formation, unable to move, and a terrifying force was forcibly suppressing him.

"Not good! Lord Demon is trapped by the formation!" The Gorefiend became more and more panicked, but nothing could help.

"Do you want to seal this Demon Lord?" Mo Junsen asked coldly when he noticed the appearance of the formation. Although he didn't know when Feng Wuchen set up the formation, the Demon Lord didn't care.

Feng Wuchen raised his index finger and shook it, sneering: "This is the most powerful killing formation of the Evil Dragon God, it is called the Demon Killing Formation. Yet?"

"You!" The Demon Lord was furious, his face twitched violently, and all fools knew that Feng Wuchen was a random name.

The Demon Lord glared at Feng Wuchen and said savagely: "The mere formation, this Demon Lord didn't pay attention to it at all."

"Really?" Feng Wuchen smiled evilly, looking at the demon lord playfully.

"Purgatory gods formation!" Long Tianzhan recognized the formation at a glance when he saw the formation in the void.

"Evil Dragon God is the strongest killing formation, I never thought that Feng Wuchen could also create this formation." Long Chen's eyes flashed in horror.

The senior officials of the Dragon Clan and the Rakshasa Clan also exclaimed, apparently recognizing this formation.

Relying on this formation, the Evil Dragon God did not know how many top powerhouses he killed, making countless powerhouses extremely fearful.

Today, Feng Wuchen, who has the inheritance of the Evil Dragon God, has brought back the killing formation that had been dormant for many years.

The power of the purgatory gods array is very terrifying, and it is difficult to break the seal for the severely injured devil.

"The Demon Killing Formation is activated by my divine power, which can forcibly suppress your power, and the Qiankun Tower suppresses you. You can never break this formation." Feng Wuchen sneered.

"So what? Even if you cut off this Demon Lord's head, this Demon Lord will not die. No matter how strong you are, you will not be able to wipe out this Demon Lord." The Demon Lord is very confident and completely Not the slightest worry.

"Pong!"

As soon as the thought moved, the black fire was urged, and there was a muffled sound. On Feng Wuchen's palm, a black flame ignited out of thin air, and an extremely icy cold air permeated out.

"Black fire!" Demon Lord's expression suddenly changed greatly.

"Black fire is the strongest flame in the world. I don't know if your immortal body can withstand it." Feng Wuchen sneered and poured black fire into the formation without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, the formation of dozens of meters in size ignited a black flame.

"Bastard!" The Demon Lord scolded angrily, and his heart began to panic.

"Swallow!"

Feng Wuchen gave a loud shout and controlled Wu Huo to force his way into the Demon Lord's body.

"You want to devour the power of this Demon Lord!" The Demon Lord's expression changed greatly, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "You bastard! Stop it!"

"I'm just taking back the ancient power that belongs to me, and by the way, I will get some compensation." Feng Wuchen smiled evilly, madly devouring the ancient power in the Demon Lord's body.

The Demon Lord was furious and forcibly urged the force to resist.

But it was a pity that it had no effect at all. The suppression of the divine power and the Qiankun Pagoda made the Demon Lord powerless to resist.

"what!"

The Demon Lord screamed in pain, and desperate resistance was of no avail.

"It's useless, you are seriously injured, even if your power is exhausted, you can't unleash powerful power." Feng Wuchen sneered.

"Lord Demon Lord!" Seeing the appearance of Demon Lord screaming in pain, everyone in the Demon Race panicked.

"Big Brother Feng, kill him!" Liu Qingyang roared in ecstasy.

"Kill the Demon Lord! Kill the Demon Lord!" The Dragon God Alliance and the major forces roared to relieve their hatred, venting all the anger, anger and resentment that had been suppressed for a long time.

As Feng Wuchen forcibly devoured the ancient power in the Demon Lord's body, the Demon Lord's breath became weaker and weaker, and the people of the Demon Race became even more panic, and even began to despair.

"Feng Wuchen! Stop it! Can't you hear it! Stop it!" The pain and rage Demon Lord, roaring frantically, the mighty Demon Lord, felt extremely frightened at this moment. (To be continued)