Chapter 3575

He Wenkong and Mo Ran played against each other twice, and he was very clear about Mo Ran's strength.

Mo Ran is not his opponent at all.

Whether it is the strength of the alchemist, or the combat power.

All lose to him!

"Didn't the elder Mo Ran win? And you are not very good." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly, with a contempt in his words.

"What did you say?" He Wenkong was instantly furious.

Feng Wuchen spread out his hands and said with a playful smile, "I said you were trash."

"You!" He Wen exploded in the air.

He was furious, and his face was as ferocious as a tiger.

He Wenkong came from a major force, and he believed that he controlled his anger very well.

But for some reason, Feng Wuchen's few words can always anger him.

"Stinky boy! How dare you insult the young master, you are courting death!" A disciple roared furiously.

The six disciples burst out with terrifying murderous aura at the same time, with vicious eyes like poisonous snakes, staring at Feng Wuchen.

As long as He Wenkong gave an order, they would kill Feng Wuchen without hesitation.

"What the hell do you want to say? It's okay to waste your own time. It's shameful to waste other people's time, you know?" Feng Wuchen looked lazy and impatient.

He Wenkong's fist clenched tightly.

"You haven't answered this young master's question! What have you done? What's the matter with that power?" He Wenkong resisted the urge to blow Feng Wuchen's head and asked, the killing intent in his eyes was cold. Lie to the extreme.

The terrifying power of the white titled ancient god is also being restrained.

He Wenkong had already decided that once he knew how Mo Ran won against him, he immediately punched Feng Wuchen's head!

Feng Wuchen smiled lightly: "Didn't you say it? I didn't do anything. You are not as good as the elder Mo Ran, but you are not as good. What else is there to say?"

"You're courting death!" He Wenkong couldn't bear it any longer and roared furiously.

However, just when He Wenkong was about to make a move, his face was shocked.

He Wenkong's body was shaking violently.

All six disciples were like this, their pale faces showed deep fear.

The mysterious power that surpassed the soul force actually spread out from Feng Wuchen's body.

The reason why Mo Ran has this mysterious power comes from Feng Wuchen!

He Wenkong has been completely determined!

Their soul power was ruthlessly suppressed and restrained by the ancestors of soul power, making them unable to move.

more powerless to resist.

What kind of power is this?

He Wenkong is a white-titled Ancient God Realm alchemist, and he is actually powerless to resist.

"What kind of power is this? Why can it suppress soul power?" He Wenkong asked in horror. He felt that his soul body was pinned, and he didn't dare to move.

He Wenkong has lived for so many years, and he has never seen this kind of power, let alone encountered it.

"You are not qualified to know or deserve to know." The corner of Feng Wuchen's mouth rose slightly.

Disdain!

That's a disdainful expression!

He Wenkong was instantly furious, the dignified genius of the Pangu world alchemist was so contemptuous by others.

But He Wenkong doesn't dare to fart now!

He Wenkong is very clear that the mysterious power that can restrain the soul force can destroy him in minutes.

At this time, it is undoubtedly courting death.

Leaving a word, Feng Wuchen flew away.

After the ancestor of soul power disappeared, He Wenkong and the six disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

horrible!

terrible!

Never encountered such a terrifying mysterious force.

"Young Master, what kind of power is that? Why can it restrain our soul power?" a disciple asked in horror.

"That's not restraint at all, but surrender!" Another disciple said in horror.

He Wenkong took a deep breath, calmed himself as much as possible, and said, "This young master doesn't know either, so go back to the Sky Temple immediately, and report this matter to the Great Elder."

It is a blessing to be able to survive.

But He Wenkong was very curious about that mysterious power and had to figure it out.

The first time he returned to the Temple of Heaven, He Wenkong went straight to the main hall.

He Wenkong told the whole story.

"Suddenly able to refine the seven-star Pangu artifact? Or is it a top-level existence?"

In the main hall, the head of the hall, He Tianyun, the elder Zhao Changhe, and other high-level officials were all shocked and incredulous.

"Father, Great Elder, Mo Ran can refine the Seven-Star Pangu Artifact. I can guarantee that it must be that kid who is secretly making a fool of himself. I don't know what that mysterious power that can restrain the soul force is." He Wenkong said in a deep voice. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction and anger.

"Do you restrain your soul power?" The elder frowned deeply, pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Impossible, it should be impossible."

"What's impossible?" Everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Changhe.

Zhao Changhe said solemnly: "The power that can restrain the soul power, except the power of the Wushuang Great Emperor, one of the ten great emperors, there is no power that can restrain the soul power, but the Wushuang Great Emperor has fallen millions of years ago, and it is impossible for him to appear. the power of."

"Great Emperor Wushuang!" Everyone was shocked.

"Could it be him?" Zhao Changhe's old face suddenly changed, and his breathing became rapid.

"Elder, who is it?" He Tianyun asked with a frown. Seeing Zhao Changhe's terrified face, he became quite worried.

This He Wenkong, I'm afraid to offend the big man.

"Young Master, you just said that you met this person in Gudan Pavilion? Can you still decide for the elder Mo Ran?" Zhao Changhe asked in panic.

"Yes, Pavilion Master Mu seems to be very polite to him, and he is still standing behind him." He Wenkong replied, and he also felt that Feng Wuchen had some background.

"Is it him?" Zhao Changhe's old face instantly turned pale.

"Elder, who the hell is he? You say!" He Yuntian asked anxiously, almost choked to death.

"Palace Master, Young Master is very likely to cause a big disaster!" Zhao Changhe panicked: "This person is most likely the Lord of the Ancient Pill Temple!"

"That lord? You mean the elder brother of the Great Ancient Witch?" He Tianyun almost collapsed to the ground, his soul was scared flying.

"Senior brother of the Great Ancient Witch? How is this possible? He is younger than me!" He Wenkong was a little stunned and couldn't believe it at all.

Zhao Changhe smiled bitterly: "Young Master, you don't know something, before you left the customs, the lord who taught the ancient Dan Temple was a young man. Although this elder has never met, I have heard from a friend that his Power can restrain the soul power of everyone, including the ancient witch emperor and the others, and the Shendan Pavilion has been subdued by him!"

"What?" He Wenkong's face changed drastically, like a bolt from the blue, his scalp was numb.

Curious questioning, He Wenkong knew what terrifying figure he had offended.

Although the strength of the Sky Temple is not weak, it also has a transcendent status in the thirty-fifth layer of heaven.

But in front of Shendan Pavilion, farts are not.

Not to mention Gudan Temple.

Only one person has the mysterious power that can restrain the power of the soul.

"It's over." He Wenkong was 100% sure that that person was Feng Wuchen.
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