Chapter 2691

"Their strength is terrible, we are not opponents at all, we all underestimate their strength!"

"The Demon Race is finished! We are finished too!"

"Why didn't the mysterious true immortal take action? Why didn't he save us? As long as he controls the Dragon God totem and severely damages the Dragon God Clan, we can absolutely destroy the Dragon God Clan. Why didn't he appear?"

"Why is this? Elder Wuji, why is this?"

The people of Zhu Erhun were full of despair, and they had given up completely, and they were all resigned to fate.

They were badly wounded and had lost their ability to fight, and it was all luck that they survived.

"Elder Wuji, accept your fate." Jing Wushuang smiled faintly.

The old eyes looked at Jing Wushuang with dull eyes, and the elder Wuji asked: "Jing Wushuang, has Lord Zhenxian been killed by Feng Wuchen?"

Elder Wuji's countless voice transmissions were without any results.

Therefore, Elder Wuji can only guess that it was killed by Feng Wuchen.

Although he was very reluctant to believe it, the mysterious real immortal did not show up, which made Elder Wuji have to believe it.

Jing Wushuang shook his head and said, "Sir Supreme didn't kill him, he just didn't dare to show up."

"Don't dare to show up?" Zhu Erhun and the others were stunned and unbelievable.

The mysterious real immortal has the dragon god totem and can suppress the dragon god clan, why dare not show up?

"Really..." Elder Wuji was even more desperate.

Although Elder Wuji didn't know what happened, he had already determined that the mysterious real immortal would not dare to take action.

"Everyone take a good rest, take the pills to restore your strength, and then you will meet the powerful people to sit down in the Spirit Temple, so that they can take a good look at the strength of the Dragon God Clan!" Long Killing Soul said indifferently.

"Yes! Great Ancestor!" The crowd replied excitedly, and the heroic and skillful fighting of the Dragon God Clan was fully displayed.

"The Great Ancestor, Emperor Zhutian, they are seriously injured and unable to fight, do you want to kill them?" Kui Ying asked respectfully.

Long Killing Soul sneered: "Don't worry, let them see the destruction of the Demon Clan with their own eyes, and let them know the consequences of the evil deeds of the Demon Clan."

"Dragon Killing Soul! Don't say it in such a high-sounding manner, when it comes to evil deeds, the Dragon God Clan is no better! What's wrong with the Demon Clan in order to survive?" Zhu Erhun gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Fierce eyes swept towards Zhu'e Soul, and Long Killing Soul said coldly: "In order to survive, the Tianmo clan has madly annexed major forces and slaughtered countless innocent people. In order to improve their strength, how many people's power has the Tianmo clan swallowed up? Strengthening the forces, provoking wars, slaughtering the Emperor Soul Clan, slaughtering many forces, can the Dragon God Clan have these maddening evil deeds?"

"..." Zhu Erhun was powerless to refute, his pale old face blushed, and his lungs were about to explode.

"Although our Dragon God Clan is not a good thing, we never kill innocent people indiscriminately. Although we are strong, we do not bully the weak, nor do we harm others in order to increase our strength. Therefore, the Dragon God Clan can survive to this day, and your Demon Clan is good. The days are over." Long Ji Yunsen said coldly.

"The strength of the Demon Clan is not as strong as that of the Dragon God Clan, we recognize it." Elder Wuji sighed and shook his head, his pale old face extremely haggard.

"If Feng Wuchen didn't say anything during the war back then, we really didn't know that the Spirit Temple also intervened." Long Jiyun continued, and Sen Leng's eyes swept towards Gu Xuanzun.

Gu Xuanzun frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"Shhhhhh!"

At this moment, the powerhouses of the Spirit Temple finally arrived, one after another silhouettes appeared one after another, and a tyrannical and violent aura spread out one after another.

There are as many as tens of thousands, and they are all strong saints and emperors.

The leader was Xiao Mo, the Great Venerable of the Spirit Temple, who was in the realm of the Seven-star Saint Venerable.

The Holy Soul Sect and the Nine Nether Temple, etc., dozens of powerful powers from the Xuansheng Realm, all gathered here, and the lineup was very terrifying.

However, the faces of Xiao Mo and the Sect Master of the Holy Soul were very solemn, even terrified.

"It's finally here." Long Jianfeng sneered playfully, and the strong fighting spirit erupted again.

Long Xuanfeng smiled excitedly and said, "There are quite a lot of people here, and we can fight happily again, but I just don't know how long they can last."

Long Qi clenched his right fist tightly, his face was a little crazy, and said fiercely: "Fortunately, we didn't make us wait too long."

"Don't kill first, the powerful enemy is here, the powerhouse of the Spirit Temple!" Shan Tong shouted loudly, and immediately rose from the Tianmoyu Palace into the sky.

"Let you live for a while longer, no matter where you escape, you can't escape death!" Nie Wufeng shouted.

The Tianmo people couldn't listen at all. In order to survive, they were madly fleeing for their lives at the moment, the kind that would drill into the cracks.

Long Qianye, Gu Qingjue and the others, as well as the Shenyingwei, rose to the sky one after another.

"Xiao Mo?" Long Xiaoyang evoked a sneer, and said, "It seems that there is no stronger powerhouse in Wuhun Temple."

Li Feng has been trapped in his soul body by Feng Wuchen, the top ten Venerables of the Spirit Temple have been slaughtered, and the top level of the Spirit Temple such as Nangong Xuan has also been severely injured.

Xiao Mo is already the strongest existence.

"Kill it!" Long Xiaoyang shouted abruptly, and his murderous aura exploded wildly.

"Kill!" Long Taiyi and the others shouted loudly, and tens of thousands of strong men shot out in unison.

The extremely terrifying momentum is breathtaking, and it is simply an invincible existence.

Long Xiaoyang, who is headed by him, is in the realm of the Nine-Star Saint Venerable, and he still holds a top-level holy weapon in his hand.

He alone is enough to intimidate tens of thousands of powerhouses in the Spirit Temple.

There are as many as six or seven strong people with the strength of the Seven-star Holy Venerable, not to mention Long Jianfeng and the others, all of them also have top-level holy artifacts.

Such a lineup is frightening.

"Nine Stars Holy Venerable! How could we possibly beat Long Xiaoyang? It's just courting death!"

"The strengths of Long Jianfeng and Long Xuanfeng have reached the level of the seven-star saint and eight-star saint, as well as the guardian of the shadows!"

"The elders and the others have been seriously injured. They can't beat them, and it's even more impossible for us."

Tens of thousands of powerhouses are extremely frightened, their faces are extremely pale, and they have already lost their momentum before they can make a move.

Even Xiao Mo's face showed panic.

"Xiao Mo, come and be my opponent!" Long Qi shouted loudly, his terrifying aura soared directly to the realm of the Eight-star Holy Venerable.

Before the fight, the tens of thousands of powerhouses in the Spirit Temple were all frightened into cold sweats by the powerhouses in the Dragon God Temple. Many of the Holy Emperor powerhouses couldn't help but tremble with fear on their faces.

"How unreasonable!" Seeing everyone's terrified expressions, Gu Xuan grimaced at himself, and shouted angrily: "Don't do it yet? Kill Wushe!"

The tens of thousands of experts in the Spirit Temple had no way to retreat, so they could only let go and work hard.

"This elder will not interfere." Chu Tianshu said with a light smile.

Jing Wushuang and Bai Zhongfeng did not intervene either, and their eyes turned to the battle in the void.

The war broke out again, and the fierce battle of life and death was staged again.