Chapter 2436

"Really? You count."

The middle-aged man clasped his hands on his chest, completely ignoring Feng Wuchen's threat.

"This kid can make my power dissipate strangely, and there must be some powerful treasure on him." The man secretly guessed in his heart, but he would never think that Feng Wuchen's cultivation base was above him.

"Hufa Yang, you seem to know him, do you know him well? He wounded you, don't you mind if I kill him?" Feng Wuchen looked at Yang Zilan and asked.

"I don't mind." Yang Zilan shook his head and said, "But I'm afraid it will bring a lot of trouble to the Temple of the Dragon God. He is called Wu Qi, and most of the Temple of the Soul is of the same order. The Temple of the Soul is no more powerful than the Temple of the Dragon God. Weak, it is precisely because of the protection of the Spirit Temple that the three traitors of the Dragon God Clan cannot deal with them."

"It's fine if you don't mind." Feng Wuchen said indifferently, what Wuhun Temple, Feng Wuchen didn't pay attention to at all.

Feng Wuchen's answer surprised Yang Zilan.

Feng Wuchen wouldn't naively think that he could kill the Eight-star Holy Emperor, right?

Moreover, Wu Qi was by no means an ordinary Eight-Star Holy Emperor.

In Yang Zilan's impression, Feng Wuchen is not the kind of arrogant person who likes to brag.

The icy eyes swept to Wu Qi, Feng Wuchen said coldly: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to touch my wife, you will die!"

"Your wife is in the hands of Ben Dutong. If you have the ability, try it out. Ben Dutong wants to see what you can do." Wu Qi sneered disdainfully.

"This is what you said, don't regret it." Feng Wuchen smiled evilly, Feng Wuchen was already motivated to kill.

Ling Xiaoxiao is Feng Wuchen's inverse scale, whoever moves will die.

"Senior Ice Emperor, use your strength." Feng Wuchen said.

"You can't bear the power of this seat, let this seat control your body!" came the voice of the Ice Emperor.

At the moment when the words fell, Feng Wuchen's aura suddenly changed, and a destructive aura that seemed to come from the prehistoric erupted, captivating.

"What?" Feeling the pressure of this extremely terrifying aura, Wu Qi's expression changed dramatically.

"How is that possible? This momentum is much more terrifying than the hall master! How can there be such a strong person in the holy world?" Wu Qi was extremely terrified.

The strength of the Hall Master of the Wuhun Temple is only stronger than that of Dragon Killing Soul.

But in front of Feng Wuchen, this momentum is several times more terrifying than the Hall Master of the Spirit Temple!

Intense regret came over him.

At that moment, Wu Qi was so weak that he knelt down directly, as if the heaven and the earth were suppressing him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Just relying on the momentum to defeat Wu Qi, what kind of terrifying existence is this?

Wu Qi was so frightened that he had never felt such a terrifying pressure.

He is afraid! He simply can't compete!

"Supreme He..." Yang Zilan was stunned, her pale face was full of shock and horror.

How could Feng Wuchen have such a terrifying aura?

Are you sure it's airless?

Absolutely not, Yang Zilan is very sure, this is definitely not Feng Wuchen!

Feng Wuchen walked over step by step, so frightened that Wu Qi was trembling all over, and his heart attack was about to come out.

As soon as Feng Wuchen waved his hand, Wu Qi was sucked in.

"You... Who the hell are you?" Wu Qi asked in horror, his face was pale, and his body was unable to move at all.

Looking at the fearful Wu Qi, Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer, "What's wrong? What's the matter with the fear on your face? Where is your prestige just now? Where did it go?"

In addition to fear, Wu Qi waved his hand, and the four Ling Xiaoxiao appeared out of thin air, but they were frozen.

"Big... lord! The villain is wrong, don't... don't kill me, they are all here, I didn't hurt them in the slightest, please forgive me... spare my life "Wu Qi begged for mercy.

"Now I know what's wrong? Why did you go when I gave you a chance? Now beg for mercy, it's too late!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, every word contained cold murderous aura.

Feng Wuchen stretched out his finger, and immediately tapped Wu Qi's eyebrows.

The power of the domineering ancestor of the ice soul spread instantly.

The entire iceberg is gently shaking and melting, and all the ice-attribute powers are slowly approaching.

"What a terrible ice-attribute power. The power of the entire Wuji Snow Mountain is under control. The ice-attribute power in my body seems to be very frightening."

"What kind of ice-attribute power is this?" Wu Qi was terrified, the ice-attribute power in his body was completely suppressed and motionless, completely unable to be activated, as if it was sealed.

This is the suppression of the ancestor of the ice soul. Any ice attribute is a grandson in front of the ancestor of the ice soul.

"Sir, don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die yet, my lord, I beg you, you can do anything you want me to do." Wu Qi cried out in extreme despair for mercy.

"You are not qualified." Feng Wuchen replied ruthlessly.

"Zilan, save me, save me!" Wu Qi looked at Yang Zilan in horror and despair for help.

Yang Zilan was indifferent, Feng Wuchen wanted to kill him, and Yang Zilan was not qualified to stop him.

Because Feng Wuchen is supreme!

The ancestor of the ice soul spread, Wu Qi's eyebrows froze instantly, and the terrifying coldness spread in his head, the pain only Wu Qi knew.

Immediately afterwards, it spread to Wu Qi's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Qi had turned into an ice sculpture.

Unlike other ice sculptures, the cultivator may still be alive after the general ice sculpture melts.

But Wu Qi was completely dead.

Wu Qi never thought that he would die tragically in Wuji Snow Mountain today!

Yang Zilan was completely dumbfounded.

Feng Wuchen was just a little light, and the Eight-Star Saint Emperor died tragically in an instant. All the ice-attribute powers of the huge Wuji Snow Mountain were controlled, and they could forcibly suppress the ice-attribute power of the strong Saint Emperor.

What kind of terrifying ice attribute power is this?

As soon as Wu Qi died, the power of the Ice Emperor disappeared instantly.

Feng Wuchen then helped Yang Zilan up and gave her a healing medicine.

"Sir Supreme, your power just now..." Yang Zilan asked in horror, still extremely shocked at the moment.

"Secret." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

"Yes!" Yang Zilan nodded blankly.

"Pong!"

As soon as the thought moved, the Pure World Spirit Fire was activated, and the ice-attribute power of Ling Xiaoxiao and the others melted quickly.

"Brother Feng!"

"Brother Feng!"

The moment they saw Feng Wuchen, the four Ling Xiaoxiao were shocked and ecstatic.

"Miss, Qingqing, Lanyue, are you all right?" Feng Wuchen asked with a smile, the four of them were just frozen and not injured.

Ling Xiaoxiao was full of joy, smiled and shook her head: "We're fine."

"Master, how is your injury? Where is Wu Qiren?" Ling Xiaoxiao and the others were very worried.

"It's okay, thanks to the Supreme Lord for coming in time, Wu Qi was killed by the Supreme Lord." Yang Zilan shook her head slightly and smiled.

"What?" The four of them were shocked.

Feng Wuchen killed Wu Qi?

Yang Zilan is no match for it, what is Feng Wuchen capable of?

The four Ling Xiaoxiao were beaten to death and they couldn't believe it.