Chapter 1310

The Inscription Master Guild was silent.

Everyone's respectful eyes fell on Feng Wuchen, no one dared to speak, even breathing was suppressed to the lowest level.

Liu Wuya and the inscription master who had offended Feng Wuchen in the Mingwen Pavilion before, were so scared that their souls flew away at this moment, and their faces were as pale as paper.

"We are doomed! The Young Master Dragon God will not let us go!"

"Young Master Dragon God, who has eyes but no pearls, I offended Young Master Dragon God in Mingwen Pavilion before, and I hope Young Master Dragon God will forgive you!"

"I implore the young master of the Dragon God to forgive me!"

More than a dozen inscription masters knelt down in horror and begged for mercy, their faces ashen.

Hearing the words of these inscription masters, Jiang Yuya and the seniors' faces changed greatly. They did not expect such a thing to happen. The old faces were extremely gloomy, and their lungs were about to explode with anger.

"Young Master Dragon God, I didn't know if this happened, and I hope that Young Master Dragon God will forgive me!" Jiang Yuya explained quickly, for fear of angering you.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen smiled lightly: "President Jiang is serious, I don't worry about these little things."

"Thank you, Young Master Dragon God!" Jiang Yuya respectfully thanked her, and felt completely relieved.

No matter how strong the Inscription Master Guild is, in front of the Dragon God Clan, it is simply a piece of rubbish that cannot be placed on the table.

Even if Jiang Yuya had ten thousand courage, she would not dare to offend the Dragon God Clan.

"Immediately blast them out of the Inscription Master Guild, and they will never join the guild!" The elder hurriedly shouted angrily.

The punishment of the first elder seems to be serious, but for them, this is simply the lowest punishment, and it is very good to save their lives.

However, it was not them who were most afraid, but Yang Songqing and several disciples of Liu Wuya.

Liu Wuya didn't even have the courage to kneel down and beg for mercy, because he knew it was useless.

Yang Songqing didn't dare to fart at this moment! Looking at Feng Wuchen with incomparable fear, with Feng Wuchen's terrifying soul power, it is enough to kill him in seconds!

Feng Wuchen's gloomy eyes swept to the fearful Yang Songqing, and everyone's eyes looked at it in unison, and only the people from Tianwenzong offended Feng Wuchen the most.

At this moment, the audience was quiet again, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Aware of Feng Wuchen's cold gaze, Yang Songqing's body suddenly trembled violently, as if he had already sensed the breath of death.

"Brother Liu is dead this time! I'm afraid Sect Master Yang can't escape death!"

"Offending the young master of the Dragon God and threatening to smash the young master of the Dragon God into tens of thousands of pieces, do you still want to live?"

"Fortunately, I didn't offend the Young Master Dragon God, otherwise..."

Everyone present had already imagined the fate of Yang Songqing and the others. Just thinking about it made everyone sweat and panic.

"Yang Songqing, you seem to have a good relationship with the Emperor of Death." Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

"Young Master Dragon God, Tianwenzong is one of the great forces sitting down in the Temple of Death." Someone said loudly.

"So it is." The corner of Feng Wuchen's mouth evoked a dangerous arc, and the terrifying soul force was activated again, ruthlessly suppressing Yang Songqing.

The dark eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Feng Wuchen asked coldly, "Yang Songqing, if I kill you, do you have any complaints?"

Yang Songqing was terrified, trembling all over, and finally knelt down unable to bear Feng Wuchen's terrifying soul power.

Yang Songqing begged for mercy in horror: "I implore the young master of the Dragon God to give me a chance to forgive my crimes."

"Break the merits?" Feng Wuchen said coldly: "What do you think you can do for me? Refining runes or killing people?"

"Young Master Dragon God will let me do anything, please forgive me." Yang Songqing said in horror, as the Sect Master of Tianwen Sect, he had to let go of his body when facing death.

"Your wolf ambition, arrogance and arrogance, I don't need it." Feng Wuchen replied ruthlessly, and immediately waved his hand, and the extremely terrifying soul force burst out.

"No! No! Young Master Dragon God spare your life!" Yang Songqing cried out in despair when he noticed the terrifying burst of soul power.

However, Feng Wuchen did not intend to stop.

Tianwenzong is one of the great forces of the Emperor of Death, and that is the enemy. There is one less powerful enemy.

"boom!"

"puff!"

The extremely terrifying soul force blasted towards Yang Songqing. Yang Songqing desperately urged his soul force to resist. With a bang, Yang Songqing's soul force instantly collapsed. He was shocked and vomited blood on the spot, and fell backwards. Down.

"Gollum..."

Everyone watched this scene in horror, and they couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Everyone present could see that Yang Songqing had lost his breath.

At the moment of the collision, Yang Songqing's soul body had been shattered by Feng Wuchen, which meant that Yang Songqing had already lost his soul.

The inscription master of the Heavenly Immortal Realm was killed by Feng Wuchen!

If the terrifying soul power, who is not afraid?

"Big...Senior Brother, Zong...Sect Master is dead..." Zhou Yixing said in extreme fear, tears and snot flowing together.

"Sect Master..." Liu Wuya looked at the fallen Yang Songqing in horror and sluggishness, so desperate that he couldn't be more desperate.

Liu Wuya and Zhou Yixing regretted that their bowels had turned green, regretted going to provoke Feng Wuchen, regretted that they did not speak properly, regretted that they were too arrogant and arrogant.

The inscription master standing beside Liu Wuya and the three had long since moved away from them.

"President Jiang, the Inscription Master Battle Conference is over, and it's time for me to go back. Tian Kui is seriously injured, and I have to heal him as soon as possible." Looking at Jiang Yuya, Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

"Yes yes yes! It really needs to be healed in time." Jiang Yuya nodded again and again.

"Senior Su, I'll take a step first, and Emperor Bingyan will stay here to heal." Feng Wuchen looked at Su Xuandao.

"Respectfully send Master Feng." Emperor Bingyan hurriedly saluted respectfully.

"Respectfully send off the young master of the Dragon God." Jiang Yuya and other people present respectfully watched off.

In the respectful eyes of everyone, Feng Wuchen flew away with Mingyue and the seriously injured Tiankui killer.

"Old Su, isn't this old man dreaming? The young master of the Dragon God is still a divine inscription and alchemist." Soon after Feng Wuchen left, Jiang Yuya suddenly said.

"It's unbelievable!" The Great Elder was shocked, still couldn't believe it, and felt that he was dreaming.

"Master Feng is still a god-level craftsman in the spiritual realm! He is the elder Keqing of the craftsman guild!" Su Xuan said dully.

"What? Divine Item Refiner?" Su Xuan's words, like a heavy bomb exploding in the ears of Jiang Yuya and the others, once again strongly shocked them.

The divine inscription and alchemy masters are enough to shock everyone, but now that Feng Wuchen is actually a divine artifact refiner, this is incredible.

Feng Wuchen possesses the horror realm of three major domains at the same time, which is completely beyond the scope of everyone's cognition, and no one will believe it.

A few hours later, the news that Feng Wuchen was the young master of the Dragon God Clan had already spread in the Immortal God Realm.

Even though Feng Wuchen said not to reveal his identity, the news still spread.

Although I don't know who Feng Wuchen is, the words "Dragon God Young Master" are enough to shock the entire Immortal God Realm. (To be continued)