Chapter 2521

The Eight-star Holy Venerable could not stop Feng Wuchen from a white fire sword!

"What kind of power is this!" The old man was terrified, his face full of disbelief.

"Elder!" The mysterious human soul was frightened away.

"This...how is this possible...that's the Eight-star Holy Venerable!" Dadutong's eyes widened, and he couldn't be more frightened.

"Master Supreme has such terrifying strength!" The big leader was completely stunned, and hundreds of gods and shadow guards were stunned.

Didn't the Supreme Lord just ascend from the realm of the gods?

When did you have the strength to meet the Eight-star Holy Venerable?

A white fire sword has such terrifying power, what about tens of thousands?

No one dared to imagine.

From what they said, they could see that the white fire sword was not simple, but no one expected it to be so terrifying.

A single sword hit the Eight-star Holy Venerable, and I am afraid that the Nine-star Saint Venerable would be hard to resist.

"This breath is not the breath of Emperor Huangyan! This breath is too weak, but it is also beyond the scope of the Holy Realm." Shan Tong frowned and secretly said, which made Shan Tong very puzzled.

The terrifying aura of Emperor Huang Yan, Shan Tong will never forget for a lifetime.

"The holy power of the undead in this seat was actually burned by this white flame!" The seriously injured old man's pale old face was extremely frightened.

That's right, the Holy Power of the Undead was burned by the flames.

The old man couldn't believe that the white flame was so domineering.

"Old man, do you think that if you are not afraid of the Dragon God Temple, I will not dare to touch you?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

"Do the people behind you all have such thoughts?" Feng Wuchen asked again.

"..." The old man looked at Feng Wuchen in horror and didn't dare to speak at all.

There are tens of thousands of terrifying white fire swords on the void!

Such a young terrifying saint, the holy world has never appeared!

Provoking such a terrifying genius is definitely courting death!

They had been in the Holy Realm for many years, and neither Dragon Killing Soul nor Gu Xuanzun could perceive their existence, but Feng Wuchen noticed it and came to the door.

Coupled with Feng Wuchen's magical ability to bring the dead back to life.

This has shown that the wind is not simple.

"Your Majesty, the Supreme Temple is our power. If you destroy them, we will destroy the Temple of Heaven Dou. It will be evened out. You and I won't break the river. I don't know what Your Majesty wants?" The old man immediately lowered his head. Body way.

"The Supreme Temple offended me first, so it's right for me to kill them, you shouldn't touch my people, and I have given you a chance just now, not only do you not cherish it, but you dare to kill my people in front of me, you Now tell me that well water doesn't make river water, what are you? Are you qualified to negotiate conditions with me?" Feng Wuchen said aggressively, ignoring the old man at all.

After a pause, Feng Wuchen continued arrogantly: "In this world, I am the only one who touches others, and I will never allow anyone to touch my people! If they do, it is a death penalty!"

Feng Wuchen's words made the shadow guards extremely excited and their blood boiled.

They like this kind of domineering master!

The seriously injured old man, his pale old face was extremely gloomy and angry.

As the Great Elder, Feng Wuchen actually said that he was not qualified!

The old man has lowered his body to talk about peace, and Feng Wuchen not only doesn't appreciate it, but doesn't even take him seriously.

Feng Wuchen grabbed it from the air, and the Eight-Star Saint Emperor who had washed the Heaven Dou Temple with blood was directly sucked by Feng Wuchen, unable to resist at all.

"You... what do you want to do?" the man asked in horror, his soul was scared away.

He has regretted that his intestines are blue, and he actually dares to pretend to be in Feng Wuchen.

"You bloodied the Heaven Dou Temple and dared to kill people in front of me. What do you think I want to do?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly. In Feng Wuchen's eyes, this person was already dead.

Feng Wuchen's claws tightly clasped the man's throat, and the man was frightened and said: "Elder, save me, save me!"

The old man is unable to protect himself, how to save him?

"Feng Wuchen! Don't deceive people too much!" The old man said gloomily and angrily, his internal organs were rolling with anger.

"Too deceiving?" Feng Wuchen sneered: "Who is deceiving too much? Even if I deceive others too much, so what? What can you do to me?"

"Feng Wuchen, if you dare to kill me, the Dragon Sacred Temple will have another powerful enemy!" The middle-aged man shouted in anger.

"Your existence is nothing but ants to me, just one more ant, and I hate others to threaten me the most." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

It is useless to threaten Feng Wuchen!

"I said, don't let me see your regretful expression, because it's too late, let alone this old man, even if I come here, I can't save you!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, pinching the man's throat on the spot , Destroying its fleshly body with terrifying power is as simple as pinching an ant to death.

Feng Wuchen grabbed it from the air, and a strand of soul body was controlled by Feng Wuchen.

"..." Seeing this scene, the old man was stunned.

Feng Wuchen flicked his fingers, and a ray of black flame wrapped his soul body, and suddenly came the man's incomparably painful scream.

"Zhou Hu, his life or death is up to you! My black fire will devour his soul body little by little until his soul body completely dissipates." Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the soul body burned by the black flame flew towards Zhou Hu.

"Yes! Lord Supreme!" Zhou Hu said with a face full of resentment and ecstasy.

"Old man, I don't care who you are, if you move me, none of you will survive!" Feng Wuchen said indifferently.

"Feng Wuchen, this seat is just for the sake of your ability. I don't want to have a grudge with the Dragon God Temple. Don't think we are afraid of you!" The old man said gloomily and angrily. ignore his presence.

"Snapped!"

"puff!"

At the moment when the old man finished his words, he suddenly slapped him in the air, and there was a crisp sound. The domineering force made the old man spit out a mouthful of blood, and a few old teeth flew out.

Feng Wuchen just slapped him, did not speak, and looked at the old man coldly and arrogantly.

"How unreasonable! How dare you..." The old man was furious, his lungs exploded with anger.

"Snapped!"

"puff!"

However, before the words were finished, Feng Wuchen slapped the old man again, causing the old man to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Old man, you don't even have the qualifications to talk to me, have a grudge? Are you worthy?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, the sword command moved, and another terrifying white flaming sword shot down.

Seeing the white fire sword swooping down, the old man's face changed dramatically, he became extremely frightened, and said angrily, "Feng Wuchen! Are you really going to be our enemy of the Necrons?"

"Necromancer?" Shan Tong and Da Dutong frowned deeply, hearing about this race for the first time.

"An enemy? Sorry, you are not worthy!" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully.

"Bastard!" The old man roared furiously, his face was hideous, and his murderous aura shot up to the sky.

Watching the terrifying white fire sword burst down, the old man tried his best to urge his energy and sacrificed the holy weapon.