Chapter 2272

Zhu Lin and the others were forced to kneel and clap their hands under the Dragon God's Hall. An extra second was an insult to the Demon Clan.

If it were spread out, wouldn't it make the Seven Gods World's countless forces and cultivators laugh?

What's more, Zhu Sha and the others don't know when they will kneel and slap their mouths, and Zhu Lin and the others are the ancestors of the Demon Race. If they don't ask for someone, how can Zhu Sha be worthy of their ancestors?

"Shhhhhh!"

In the sky above the Dragon Temple, the powerhouses of the Demon Race headed by Zhusha appeared.

In the first place, there were more than a dozen powerful saints, and more than a dozen powerful gods. The lineup was extremely terrifying.

When they saw Zhu Lin and the others kneeling in front of the gate of the Dragon God Temple with their palms and mouths, their faces instantly turned hideous, furious and murderous.

"Damn! I just don't take my demon clan seriously!" A sage became furious.

"Single pupil, this bastard!" Zhu Kong gritted his teeth and roared, his eyes were red, and his face was full of blue veins.

Seeing the appearance of Zhu Sha and others, Zhu Lin and the others wanted to stop clapping and stand up as if they had been granted amnesty.

But just when they wanted to get up, a biting cold voice sounded: "Did I get you up? Did I stop you?"

Shan Tong's voice sounded, scaring Zhu Lin and the others to their knees again.

"Single pupil, let go." Zhu Sha said gloomily.

"Is he Shan Tong?" Zhu Kong's vicious eyes stared at Shan Tong.

"Let it go if you say it? Aren't I very embarrassed? This is what they asked for." Shan Tong appeared and looked at Zhu Sha with a blank expression.

"Then what do you think?" Zhu Sha asked, holding back his anger.

"I don't want to do anything, I said, when Brother Feng leaves the customs, they can leave whenever they want." Shan Tong shrugged.

Zhu Sha still wanted to say something, and Shan Tong said again: "Whoever dares to say more nonsense, I will kill them."

The cold words scared Zhu Lin and the others into disarray.

Zhu Kong was about to say something, but was stopped by Zhu Sha, who knew that Shan Tong was not joking.

If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely drop their jaws.

"What are you doing? Continue to clap!" Shan Tong glanced coldly at Zhu Lin and the others, scaring them to continue clap.

"Clap clap clap!"

Zhu Lin and other four sages and more than a dozen strong men did not dare to disobey, and the slaps sounded again.

Shame, suffocation, resentment written all over his face.

The faces of Zhu Sha and the others were extremely gloomy.

Shan Tong was originally worried that it would bring trouble to Feng Wuchen and the Dragon Temple, and that he would be unable to protect Feng Wuchen and the Dragon Temple after the arrival of the powerful saints.

However, the words of Dragon Killing Soul made Shan Tong not have to worry at all, so he dared to be so unscrupulous.

"Shan Tong, are you serious? Even if the powerhouses of the Holy Realm haven't come yet, can you save their lives once the battle begins?" Zhu Sha said coldly, the threat in his words could not be more obvious.

What Zhu Sha said is not unreasonable. Once the war begins, no matter how strong Shan Tong is, it is impossible to keep everyone in the Dragon Temple.

"Are you threatening me?" Shan Tong coldly swept towards Zhu Sha.

A terrifying look made Zhu Sha seem to have fallen into an ice cellar, cold from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"You can understand that." Zhu Sha said sternly, no matter what, he would never allow the ancestors of the Demon Race to kneel and slap at the gate of the Dragon Temple.

At the moment when Zhu Sha's words fell, Shan Tong had already arrived in an instant, and clasped Zhu Sha's throat, so fast that Zhu Kong did not notice it at all.

"It's so fast!" Zhu Xuan was shocked.

"This seat didn't even notice!" Zhu Kong's heart was beating wildly, what a terrifying speed.

The moment Zhu Sha was caught in the throat, he reacted, and he couldn't break free, and his heart was full of panic.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Shan Tong said coldly, her cold eyes showing no human emotion.

"Single pupil stop!" Zhu Mian shouted loudly.

"You dare to kill Zhu Sha, you will not end well!" Zhu Kong also reacted, and immediately scolded.

"Humph!"

"Pfft!"

Shan Tong's ferocious eyes swept over, and he snorted heavily, with an unparalleled terrifying aura, on the spot the candle extinguished and Zhu Kong vomited blood.

The momentum alone can shock and injure the two powerful saints, which can frighten the ancestors of the Tianmo clan.

No wonder Zhu Lin and the others did not dare to disobey, and made a humiliating act of kneeling down and palming their mouths.

Zhu Kong and the others were scared, and dared not speak again, for fear that Shan Tong would kill them.

Old Zhusha blushed, had difficulty breathing, and said with difficulty: "Shan Tong, I know that this seat is not your opponent, but don't forget, the powerhouse of the Holy Realm is about to come, even if the war is started in advance, this seat is not afraid at all, as long as this seat is With a single order, not only the demons, but also the underworld and the gods will take action, how many can you kill?"

Shan Tong's face was extremely cold, and he said coldly: "Are you sure I care about their lives? Are you sure I dare not kill you?"

Zhu Sha was stunned for a moment, and from the cold eyes of the single pupil, Zhu Sha really felt the terrible murderous aura.

Zhu Sha panicked, Shan Tong really wanted to kill him, and now there is absolutely no one in the Seven Gods Realm who can stop him.

"The Dragon Temple is really lively today." At this moment, Feng Wuchen's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Feng Wuchen!" Xu Mie frowned deeply.

"Feng Wuchen?" The eyes of Zhu Kong and the others swept towards the source of the sound.

Shan Tong said that when Feng Wuchen exits the customs, Zhu Lin and the others can leave.

With the appearance of Feng Wuchen, they can finally be freed.

Feng Wuchen slowly descended from the entrance of Qiankun Pagoda, his eyes first glanced at Zhu Lin who were kneeling with palms, and then looked at Zhu Sha and others.

With so many Saint Transformation experts, and their auras are quite special, Feng Wuchen has already guessed their identities.

"Brother Feng, are you out?" Shan Tong looked back in surprise.

"Well, just broke through the realm of the main god." Feng Wuchen nodded and asked, "Shan Tong, what happened?"

"The dead powerhouses of the Tianmo clan are resurrected. If they want to come to the Dragon Temple, I will let them kneel and clap their hands until you leave the customs. Now Zhusha wants to ask for someone." Throat hand.

"So it is." Feng Wuchen nodded.

"Feng Wuchen, can you let people go?" Zhu Sha asked with a gloomy face.

"It's natural to let people go." Feng Wuchen nodded, and then said: "If you don't come to the Dragon Temple to be wild, you will have to pay a price."

"Feng Wuchen, I don't mind going to war now, if you think the Dragon Temple and the Pagoda can compete with them!" Zhu Sha said gloomily.

Feng Wuchen shook his head and said coldly: "I hate others threatening me. I just wanted to say that I can get away with paying the price, but because of your words, I decided to change my mind."

"You!" Zhu Sha's old face changed drastically, and he instantly exploded with anger.

"Eighteen people, one life can be exchanged for one holy weapon, you can also only exchange the lives of the four Saint Transformation powerhouses. If you want to change it, just bring the holy weapon, or kill them all!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.