"Feng Wuchen, I know your strength is higher than mine, but you are not much stronger than , let alone you can kill at any ti."
Dead Tian Zhongsen said coldly, his face extrely gloomy.
Feng Wuchen's remarks were simply a sha to Shen Tianzhong.
As the young master of the Tianxu Temple, a top genius, from ancient tis to the present, wherever the stars have gone, when have they been so underestimated and insulted by others?
"How do you judge that I am not much stronger than you?" Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer.
"Your power is indeed the power of the defeated. You can obtain this power. Compared with the soul of the defeated in your body, how much power can the soul of a re triumphant be able to achieve? Not bad." Shen Tian Zhongsen said coldly.
"The analysis is very good, but it's all wrong." Feng Wuchen sneered. Before the words fell, Feng Wuchen had already appeared in the space to the right of Wang Tianzhong.
"What?" Wang Tianzhong's face suddenly changed, and his heart beat wildly.
Feng Wuchen's speed was far more terrifying than before, and Xu Tianzhong hadn't noticed it at all. If it hadn't been for Feng Wuchen's tail sound, Wang Wuchen had no idea that Feng Wuchen had appeared on his right.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Before Xu Tianzhong turned his head to look, Feng Wuchen waved his hand and blasted with a bang. An invisible destructive force shocked Wang Tianzhong to vomit blood on the spot, and his figure turned into a black line and shot out.
"How is it possible? What's the matter with his power? He can hit severely by waving his hand!" Xu Tianzhong was extrely frightened and couldn't believe it.
The fighting power of the Eight-Star True Immortal, but the power of waving hands at will.
This gap is too big.
"So fast! The main hall master can't detect it! The air does not flow at all, even if the Dragon God race moves instantaneously, there will be a slight airflow. How can Feng Wuchen have such a terrible speed." The dead soul in the dark was shocked, and the old face was shocked and sluggish.
"Unbelievable!" The elders were all shocked and terrified.
The Jinwu patriarch frowned slightly and said: "The speed has increased several tis in an instant, and it is even more terrifying. The patriarch didn't even see clearly. Feng Wuchen can control the power and speed as he wants, and others can't detect it."
The figure of Wang Tianzhong flying out hadn't stopped yet, Feng Wuchen appeared silently behind Wang Wuchen.
The speed is terrible, as if Feng Wuchen is always there.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Xu Tianzhong hadn't reacted yet, Feng Wuchen slapped it up with a bang, and Xu Tianzhong vomited blood again, and his figure flew forward again.
"What speed is this?" Shen Tianzhong beca more and more frightened, unable to imagine how fast Feng Wuchen was.
With just two attacks, Shentian was seriously injured and his face pale as paper.
How strong is such a force?
"Chong'er!" The Soul was panicked and anxious, and couldn't believe that Xu Tianzhong was hit so easily.
"Feng Wuchen's strength is so much stronger than the young master!" The great elder was shocked, and his whole body trembled.
"Not good! Young Master is in danger!" Yuan Hong hurriedly said, his panicked face a little worried.
Feng Wuchen's two attacks had already caused Shentianzhong to be seriously injured. If he really wanted to kill him, he could kill Shentianzhong at any ti.
"Hall Master, if you don't take any action, Feng Wuchen will never let the Young Master go!" An elder said anxiously.
Feng Wuchen's phrase saw one kill one, definitely not just a joke.
The soul of the dead looked anxiously at the head of the Golden Crow, and said: "Chairman of the Golden Crow, let's do it, if you don't do anything, Feng Wuchen will definitely kill you!"
The patriarch of Jinwu shook his head slightly, and solemnly said: "The power of Feng Wuchen is probably not under our patriarch. I am afraid that we can't help Feng Wuchen when we make a shot. This patriarch uses the magic circle to save Young Master Tianxu away."
The face of the patriarch Jinwu appeared solemn as never before, and a strong jealousy flashed in his eyes.
Feng Wuchen's strength is beyond their guess and imagination.
Patriarch Jinwu didn't dare to make a move!
The souls shook their hearts again and again.
"call out!"
Feng Wuchen flashed over, looking at the seriously injured Shen Tianzhong, and sneered slightly: "How? Can I kill you at any ti?"
"..." Wang Tian Zhong looked at Feng Wuchen dumbfounded, with an expression of seeing a ghost, unable to speak at all.
If Feng Wuchen thought about it, the wave of his hand just now would have severely killed the dead sky.
At this mont, Shen Tianzhong really realized how terrifying Feng Wuchen's strength was.
It can completely kill his existence.
Tianzhong also said that Feng Wuchen is only stronger than him, which is extrely ridiculous.
"After playing with you for so long, you should be satisfied, let's get on the road." Feng Wuchen sneered slightly, and slowly raised his hand, palm facing Wang Tianzhong.
"..." Xu Tianzhong was so scared that he was scared to the extre.
"Father, Golden Crow Chieftain, save !" Xu Tianzhong panicked and sounded, and he was seriously injured, and he was not sure to escape from Feng Wuchen's hands.
"Do you know how the last one of you from the Tianxu Temple died? There is no pain at all." Feng Wuchen grinned and said with a sneer.
"Father, save !" Wang Tianzhong was horrified, his eyes filled with despair.
Shen Tianzhong could clearly feel the strong breath of death, that feeling was terrible.
At this mont, Xu Tianzhong was full of horror, and a blue magic circle suddenly appeared in the void under his feet, and he imdiately sucked into the magic circle and disappeared.
"Formation?" Feng Wuchen was slightly surprised, which made him sowhat unexpected.
Shen Tianzhong's breath disappeared, and he had obviously been rescued.
The Golden Crow patriarch and the dead souls hiding in the dark all evacuated.
"This breath has reached the peak of the Eight-Star True Immortal. The strong man hiding in the dark has such a special breath. It seems that he is the patriarch of the Golden Crow clan. He really intervened. I hope you don't regret it." Feng Wuchen grinned coldly.
Among the ancient forces, the Golden Crow patriarch was the strongest, so it was not difficult to guess.
"In the future, I will play with you slowly. After this ti, they should not dare to shoot easily. The Dragon Sacred Temple and the Raksha Temple take advantage of this opportunity to increase their strength, and the Holy Realm space can also allow true immortals to improve their cultivation. You must be surprised." Feng Wuchen laughed to himself.
Glancing at the void, Feng Wuchen said again: "Mighty One, I will find you soon."
When the words fell, Feng Wuchen flashed and disappeared.
When Feng Wuchen appeared again, he had already arrived at Luohun Temple.
"Leader, all the people in the Luohun Temple, all beheaded, none are left." Huan Yang respectfully reported, covered in blood.
The corpses in the Luohun Temple piled up like a mountain, and the blood flowed into a river, extrely tragic.
"Good job, go back to practice, hurry up and break through the realm of the saints." Feng Wuchen smiled slightly, and imdiately waved, Luo Soul Temple Palace blinked and was buried in the flas.
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