Chapter 742: Fear of Black Fire
"The breath of the cold soul has increased!"
"Beyond the Nine Peaks of the Heavenly Extreme Realm!"
"What a terrible breath!"
“......”
With the power of the cold soul urging the space, an even more terrifying force erupted, instantly making everyone jump down.
"It's not a good thing! The power of the cold soul has been pressing Brother Feng, but now that his strength has increased so much, Brother Feng is afraid that he will not be able to hold it anymore. Liu Qingyang said worriedly.
"The spatial power of the cold soul is not trivial, the hall master is in danger!" Ye Tianwei was also full of worry.
"The power of the Heavenly Extreme Realm, we can't do anything, concentrate on killing the enemy!" shouted the Red Emperor.
"What the Red Emperor said is right, we can't help the teacher! Deal with the enemy in front of us first!" Zhang Junlan flashed over and said solemnly.
"Brother Liu, there are many masters of the enemy's Heavenly Extreme Realm, you go to support the Red Emperor, and Yan Ran and I will deal with it here!" Miao Qingqing said solemnly.
"Okay! Zhantian, protect them!" Liu Qingyang shouted, glanced at Feng Wuchen, and then flashed out with Zhang Junlan.
"The young girl's cultivation has surpassed me, and she still has the power of immortals, so she wants me to protect her? Dong Zhantian muttered in a low voice, but he also flashed in for the first time.
"Woohoo!"
"Snort!"
The soldiers of the Dragon Temple frantically killed the enemy, every time they dodged, they killed the enemy almost 100%, their bodies were splashed with the blood of the enemy, and they frantically performed teleportation, although they had an advantage, but the consumption of the true yuan was very huge.
But fortunately, the Dragon God Temple has a powerful elixir, and in terms of true yuan consumption, there is no need to worry about it at all.
"Peng!"
High in the sky, as soon as his mind moved, a black flame suddenly ignited on the palm of Feng Wuchen's hand.
"Black fire!" Seeing the black flames, Leng Soul's face changed greatly, and his heart was shocked and frightened.
The horror of the black fire made the cold soul very jealous.
"Taigu Wuhuo!" Luo Wuchang couldn't help but be startled, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Is this the terrifying flame of the Master?" Chi Yuan said in horror.
"Black flames!" Zhang Wufeng looked at in shock.
For the black fire, not many people present know.
But anyone who knows about the black fire is full of fear.
"What's going on, why has the temperature of the black flames become so weak?"
The energy of the terrifying temperature of the black fire has been refined by the wind and dust, and the energy of the temperature has been converted into its own power.
Although the energy of the temperature is gone, the cold and biting terrifying cold is still there, and the terrifying devouring ability is still there.
The icy and piercing aura spread, and wherever it passed, the space instantly froze into ice.
The cold is extremely domineering.
On the face of the cold soul, beads of sweat appeared, and the appearance of black fire, even if his strength skyrocketed a lot, he didn't dare to make a rash move.
In the mind of the cold soul, there was a terrifying picture of being trapped by the black fire in the Dragon God Temple.
The more he recalled, the more frightened the cold soul became, and his heart had a shadow on the black fire.
"What's the matter, if you have the power to step into the Transformation God Realm with half a foot, don't you dare to make a move?" staring at Leng Soul with a playful gaze, Feng Wuchen sneered.
"Stinky boy!" the cold soul's face was extremely gloomy, his fists clenched, and he gritted his teeth and spit out three words.
The disappearance of the terrifying temperature energy turned into a terrifying cold air, which made the cold soul feel that it was a trap, and once he made a move, the terrifying flame temperature would instantly spread out.
Therefore, without certainty, the cold soul did not dare to act rashly.
"Since you don't dare to make a move, then you're welcome!" Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed fiercely, and he immediately shouted: "Dragon God Shadow!"
"Woohoo!"
The shouts fell, and Feng Wuchen's figure flickered one after another, the speed was extremely terrifying, and thousands of clearly visible afterimages were condensed in the void.
"Young hall master, be careful!" Luo Wuchang yelled in panic.
"Young Hall Master!" Most of the twin brothers looked at the cold soul with worried eyes.
Feng Wuchen took the initiative to attack, and the cold soul was so frightened that he took a few steps back.
This shows how strong the cold soul's fear of the black fire is.
But the cold soul only took a few steps back, and then stubbornly let himself stop.
As the young hall master of the God King Divine Temple, he was only on the first day of the mainland, and his dignity and pride could not allow him to take another half step back!
The cold soul was furious.
"Woohoo!"
The wind and dust flickered one after another, condensing a large piece of residual memories in all directions of the cold soul, like thousands of troops, and the picture was extremely spectacular.
"Are you scared? Too scared to strike. The wind was dustless and the ethereal sneer came, as if it was in all directions.
The cold soul was extremely furious, his face was hideous, his teeth were gritted, and his heart was struggling.
As he spoke, Feng Wuchen's palm with black flames still slammed fiercely towards the cold soul.
"Immortal Duel! Destroy the Dragon Divine Palm!"
A palm blasted out, Feng Wuchen shouted violently, and the momentum instantly became extremely terrifying, and the power that permeated the palm print increased dozens of times in an instant!
"Whew!"
"Buzz!"
A palm blasted out, and thousands of huge blood-colored palm prints burst out with the momentum of destroying withering and decaying, and the dim void was covered with blood light, and where it passed, the space vibrated violently.
Feng Wuchen's palm, with a monstrous majesty, the terrifying momentum is breathtaking.
"Immortal Duel?" Hearing Feng Wuchen's loud shouts, the people who were fighting to the death couldn't help but be taken aback.
"This momentum...... This is a mid-grade immortal decision!" Luo Wuper's face appeared shocked and horrified.
"Shizun actually retains such a terrifying immortal decision!" Chi Yuan and the others were also taken aback, and their frightened eyes once again looked at Feng Wuchen.
"In addition to the sword technique, it is the first time I have seen the hall master perform an immortal duel!"
"Feng Wuchen actually has an immortal decision!"
"What a terrifying momentum, is this an immortal decision?"
The Dragon God Alliance and the powerhouses of the major forces in the hegemony were all shocked.
"Immortal Decision?" At the same time, Leng Soul's gloomy face changed slightly, and time did not allow him to think too much.
Since dignity and pride can't allow him to retreat, the cold soul can only fight hard!
The cold soul sealed his hands and urged the power of space with all his might, and the terrifying energy was condensed, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Come on!
"Ground-level high-grade martial arts!Soul Breaking Heaven Palm!"
The cold soul burst into a loud shout, looking crazy, and blasted out with a desperate palm.
Even if the cold soul did not have an immortal decision, he used the power of half a foot to step into the realm of transforming gods to perform martial arts, and the horror of the palm print was not under the wind and dust palm print.
"Boom!"
"Poof!"
In an instant, the two palms collided, and they exploded as soon as they collided, with an earth-shattering explosion, and the energy that destroyed the world swept away, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, they saw Feng Wuchen spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his body shot out directly.
"Hall Master!"
"Brother Feng!"
Seeing Feng Wuchen spitting blood from his mouth, everyone in the Dragon God Temple was shocked, and they couldn't help but scream, panicking.
(End of chapter)