The fragmented dragon space is very quiet at the moment.

Everyone's eyes fell on Feng Wuchen, anyone could feel Feng Wuchen's monstrous anger and suffocating murderous aura, that kind of cold and iron-blooded murderous aura was definitely not something ordinary people could bear.

But now that Ling Xiaoxiao is controlled by the Demon Lord and used to threaten, and Feng Wuchen doesn't have enough strength to fight against the Demon Lord, how much pain does this have to endure?

Watching a loved one's life threatened and powerless, the heart-rending pain was even more terrible than being tortured in the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Wind without dust, this demon lord's patience is limited, kill your beloved, this demon lord can also use your father and mother to threaten you, but you can't help this demon lord, you'd better not do anything regretted. Staring at Feng Wuchen with a cold gaze, the Demon Lord smiled slightly, as long as Feng Wuchen didn't tell the whereabouts of the primeval power, he would not hesitate to kill Ling Xiaoxiao.

Feng Wuchen's anger was beyond the limits of what he could bear.

"That's right! Anger is right, be angry, so as to arouse the power of the Protoss!" said to the Demon Lord, he was deliberately trying to provoke Feng Wuchen.

"See? This Demon Lord can make this little girl disappear with just a touch of it. The Demon Lord then smirked.

As soon as the Demon Lord's words fell, the Ninefold Qiankun Pagoda appeared in front of Feng Wuchen, emitting a faint golden light and levitating.

"The one who knows the times is Junjie, it seems that you have thought clearly, and your choice is right. The Demon Lord smiled happily.

"Brother Feng, I can't promise him, if he is allowed to get the power of the primordial world, there will be no one to deal with him at that time. Ling Xiaoxiao said anxiously, although she was afraid, Ling Xiaoxiao would rather die than let the Demon Lord get the power of the primeval world.

Everyone understands Ling Xiaoxiao's words, but Feng Wuchen will never do this, will never put Ling Xiaoxiao in danger, and will not see death without help.

But between the ancient power and Ling Xiaoxiao, Feng Wuchen would not hesitate to choose Ling Xiaoxiao, even if he was angry, Feng Wuchen would keep himself a little sober.

"The power of desolation is on the second floor of the Qiankun Tower. Feng Wuchen endured the monstrous anger and spit out word by word.

"It is worthy of Ling Xuzi's artifact, I didn't expect that the power of desolation was hidden in the artifact, the wind is dustless, and I brought this demon lord in. The Demon Lord smiled faintly.

With a movement of his mind, Feng Wuchen took the Demon Lord into the second layer of the Ninefold Qiankun Tower.

"Oh, there is such a powerful and pure primeval aura in the space, it is really not simple. The Demon Lord was surprised, and looked around curiously.

"The power of desolation is really here, this little girl will give it back to you. "As soon as he arrived at the second dimension, the Demon Lord had already sensed the aura of the power of desolation.

As he spoke, the Demon Lord waved his hand lightly, and Ling Xiaoxiao flew towards Feng Wuchen, and then forcibly absorbed the power of desolation hidden in the Infinite Illusion.

Others may not be able to sense the existence of the power of desolation, but the Demon Lord is different, he can clearly sense the aura of the power of desolation.

In the face of the terrifying power of the Demon Lord, the power of desolation, like other primeval powers, has no resistance, only the end of being absorbed.

"Xiaoxiao!" Feng Wuchen hurriedly dodged away, looking like he was afraid that the Demon Lord would regret it.

"Brother Feng, don't let the Demon Lord succeed! Stop him!" Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, turning around and attacking the Demon Lord.

Ling Xiaoxiao knew very well that once the Demon Lord gathered ten kinds of primeval powers, the Demon Lord would most likely step into the True God Realm, and no one would be the Demon Lord's opponent at that time.

While the Demon Monarch had not yet broken through the True God Realm, there was still a glimmer of hope to deal with the Demon Monarch, Ling Xiaoxiao would never let the Demon Monarch succeed.

However, can Ling Xiaoxiao stop the Demon Lord?

The Demon Lord's strength is monstrous, and he is bound to win the power of the primeval and unstoppable.

"Boom, boom!"

"Buzz!"

One after another, terrifying palm prints flew out one after another, fiercely hitting a layer of invisible energy, exploding continuously, but unfortunately, it did not cause the slightest damage and impact on the Demon Lord.

"Don't waste your efforts, with the strength of your little girl, you can't stop this Demon Lord at all!" the Demon Lord laughed evilly, and after a while, he successfully absorbed the power of desolation.

Ling Xiaoxiao's obstruction was useless.

The Demon Lord has already collected nine primeval powers, and in the end, he is almost supreme.

Once the Demon Lord gathers ten primeval powers, if the legend is true, then a new terrifying force can be born, and it will be an existence that surpasses the primeval powers.

And when the time comes, the Demon Lord is afraid that he will also successfully break through the True God Realm because of the emergence of this new force!

No one can stop the pace of the Demon Lord.

"Brother Feng, what should we do? We can't stop him at all. Ling Xiaoxiao asked anxiously, staring at the Demon Lord fiercely with her cold gaze.

"Let's go!" Feng Wuchen immediately took Ling Xiaoxiao out of the Ninefold Qiankun Tower.

"This Ling Xiaoxiao is also a descendant of the Protoss, but it's a pity that she hasn't awakened the divine power of the Protoss. After Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao left, the Demon Lord muttered to himself.

"Anger can stimulate any potential in the human body, and no matter how deep the divine power of the Protoss is hidden, it will awaken one day. The Demon Lord sneered, not seeming to be in a hurry.

"Qiankun Tower! trap him!" said Feng Wuchen.

"No, you can't trap him! His strength ......," Qiankun Tower's struggling voice came.

"Boom!"

Before the Qiankun Tower finished speaking, the Ninefold Qiankun Tower suddenly exploded, and the terrifying power rolled wildly, and the figure of the Demon Lord slowly floated out, even if it was an artifact, it couldn't trap the Demon Lord.

In the face of absolute power, any means is an ornament.

"The Demon Lord's aura has increased again!" Long Tianzhan said gloomily, knowing that the Demon Lord had absorbed the power of desolation.

The horror of the Demon Lord is deeply rooted in everyone's hearts, and people will never forget it for the rest of their lives.

"The wind is dustless, you have no use value, you are all useless waste. The cold gaze swept towards the wind and dust, and the Demon Lord smiled evilly.

"Blood Demon, after three days, destroy the Dragon God Temple, and leave no one behind. Demon Monarch Sen Leng ordered.

"Yes, Lord Demon Lord!" the Blood Demon respectfully commanded.

As soon as the Demon Lord's words came out, everyone's faces changed at the same time, and despair came!

"Enjoy the last moments, feel the fear and despair, haha!" the Demon Lord laughed arrogantly, laughing unscrupulously and laughing as much as he wanted.

"As long as I'm alive!, I will never spare you!" his fists clenched, his nails piercing into the flesh, Feng Wuchen gritted his teeth and said angrily, his blood-red eyes full of bloodthirsty murderous aura.

Feng Wuchen's eyes completely changed, and his breath began to change.

The whole body was burned by the anger of the wind and dust, and at this moment, some subtle changes began to occur in the body.

An ancient aura that had been dormant for a long time seemed to have begun to awaken.

(End of chapter)