Chapter 2738

"There is a powerful enchantment in the Western Regions space. This is the breath of the Jinwu Patriarch. No wonder that such a big thing is not noticed by the Holy World."

Under the induction, Feng Wuchen noticed that the Western Regions space was covered by an enchantment.

"Sir Supreme, the portal of the Western Regions is only allowed to enter, not to come out. It has been controlled by the Golden Crow." Venerable Shura said respectfully.

"It's okay to allow it, let's go, and go to the Western Regions to see." Feng Wuchen said with a light smile, and immediately waved his hand, and brought Venerable Asura to the portal of Xuansheng Realm in an instant.

"Sir Supreme, just... just the two of us? The strength of the Golden Crow is very terrifying, and every true immortal powerhouse is stronger than the Dragon Ancestor." Venerable Asura asked in shock, with a look Stiffly looking at the wind and dust.

Although Venerable Shura knew that the mysterious power in Feng Wuchen's body was very terrifying, in his opinion, it was only stronger than Dragon Killing Soul and the others, and it was impossible for them to be able to compete with the Golden Crow.

Feng Wuchen once gave Venerable Asura a chance to live, how could he harm Feng Wuchen?

"Let's go." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly, not caring.

Entering the portal, within a few seconds, Feng Wuchen and Venerable Shura have arrived at the portal of the Western Regions.

The gloomy and resentful aura hit the face, and the Western Regions space was dark, as if it had come to hell.

"The breath has completely changed, the gloomy breath, the strong smell of blood, has the Western Regions become like this?" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, completely changing a world.

Venerable Asura said with grief and indignation: "Sir Supreme, the Western Regions have become hell."

"Welcome to the territory of the Golden Crow." A true immortal strongman guarding the portal of the Western Regions heard a sneering sneer.

"Sir Supreme, he is the true immortal powerhouse of the Golden Crow!" Venerable Shura said in horror, his face was extremely pale, and his body trembled.

Feng Wuchen glanced coldly, not at all worried.

"When you come to the territory of the Jinwu clan, don't even think about leaving." The Jinwu clan's true immortal sneered, looking extremely arrogant.

"destroy!"

Feng Wuchen raised his hand slowly, and turned his palm towards the Golden Crow strongman.

Ashes.

"..." Venerable Asura was stunned and stunned.

What terrifying power is this?

The true immortal powerhouse who is more terrifying than Dragon Killing Soul, Feng Wuchen can wipe this person into ashes with a light drink.

"How terrifying is the strength of the Supreme Lord?" Venerable Shura was extremely frightened, his teeth were fighting, and he couldn't stop.

Feng Wuchen slowly closed his eyes and sensed the entire western space.

All kinds of calls for help, screams, cries, etc., countless panic and despair, countless cultivators casualties and aging, cold-blooded ruthlessness can be described as vividly displayed by the Jinwu people.

"Just to break through the Nine Stars True Immortal?" Feng Wuchen's heart surged with anger.

"The Shadow Demon Venerable and the old ghost of Yanming have all disappeared. The Saint Venerable Powerhouses in the Western Regions are almost extinct. There are not many Saint Emperor powerhouses left. Countless cultivators have been mutilated, or their blood essence has been swallowed. , either the source of life will be swallowed, or both will be swallowed together." Feng Wuchen sensed and opened his mouth, his face becoming more and more ugly.

"..." Venerable Asura was immediately stunned on the spot.

"All the forces in the Western Regions, even the third-rate forces, have suffered devastating blows. It's too late." Feng Wuchen shook his head and slowly opened his eyes.

It's not Feng Wuchen that they came too late.

But the speed of the Golden Crow is too fast.

The various forces in the Western Regions and countless cultivators have no resistance at all in the face of the true immortals of the Golden Crow.

Devouring blood essence and the source of life is easy for a true immortal.

Feng Wuchen waved his hand and brought Venerable Asura to the Profound Soul Hall in an instant.

The majestic palace has been razed to the ground, and the powerhouses of the Profound Soul Hall have disappeared, leaving only a large mass of corpses and wounded.

Whether it is the corpse or the wounded, the blood essence and the source of life are all swallowed up, and the faces are full of old age.

"Sura Asura, the hall...the hall master and the elders were all taken away." A seriously injured Saint Emperor struggled, his pale and old face full of fear.

"Dragon God Clan Supreme!" At the moment when they saw Feng Wuchen, everyone in the Profound Soul Hall was shocked.

A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in my heart.

"Sir Supreme, save us quickly, we don't want to die yet."

"Lord Supreme, our blood essence and life source have been swallowed up, please help Supreme Lord."

"Your Highness, help."

Everyone knelt down and begged.

"Lord Supreme, can they still be saved?" Looking at the seriously injured person, Venerable Asura asked with grief and anger. The moment he asked, Venerable Asura realized something.

Feng Wuchen didn't answer, even if it could be saved, Feng Wuchen didn't want to waste time, let alone consume soul power, after all, they had nothing to do with Feng Wuchen.

Furthermore, the Profound Hall of Fate and Soul is the power of the Heavenly Demons to sit down.

Since they are enemies, Feng Wuchen will naturally not care about their life and death.

"You stay and take care of them, I'll go to other places to see." Feng Wuchen said lightly, and his figure immediately disappeared.

Feng Wuchen looked around, and the fate of any force was the same.

Even children were not spared. Seventeen or eighteen year olds looked like fifty or sixty year olds.

The ruthlessness of the Jinwu people is beyond Feng Wuchen's imagination.

"Huh? Are you still working?" Feng Wuchen suddenly frowned, looking to the left, the figure immediately flashed out.

When Feng Wuchen reappeared, it was already over a city.

In the city, three true immortal powerhouses are unscrupulously seizing the blood and life source of a large number of cultivators, ignoring the cultivators' pleas for mercy.

The screams continued one after another, and a large number of cultivators fell one after another, their faces aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's almost inhuman, and the source of life can also be absorbed. Have they all practiced the exercises of the Profound Hall of Fate and Soul?" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly.

Feng Wuchen couldn't take it anymore, and immediately shouted angrily, "Stop!"

Feng Wuchen's angry shout resounded through the city, with a terrifying pressure, giving people an unmatched feeling.

The sudden angry shout instantly made the city quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to the void.

"Oh? How dare someone tell us to stop?" A real fairy sneered, looking at the sky above the city with cold and fierce eyes.

"You're really brave, you dare to interfere in the affairs of our Golden Crow?" Another true immortal sneered with disdain.

However, when they looked up, the moment they saw Feng Wuchen, they were suddenly frightened, and the expression of playfulness and disdain disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by endless fear.

"Wind... Feng Wuchen!" The three true immortals were trembling and sweating.