Dragon God Sovereign

Chapter 704: Refining Magic Orb

Chapter 704: Refining Magic Orb

Feng Wuchen was completely angry when so many soldiers died tragically in the Dragon Temple!

Angry to madness! Angry to runaway!

No matter what Zhuge Liancheng, what Mo Linger, Feng Wuchen didn't pay attention to it, and didn't care about any old feelings, kill them all!

"dead!"

Feng Wuchen roared, boundlessly murderous.

The terrifying black fire was devouring wildly while burning mercilessly.

The desperate screams of a dozen celestial realm powerhouses, the entire dragon temple was filled with their screams.

Crazy devouring, crazy burning, it makes people feel scared to watch.

"Save Mo Ling'er!" Lenghun roared in panic.

"Young Hallmaster! I want to save it, but it's too late!" Kun Yun said helplessly. If he hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid that even Lengxun would not be able to pull it out.

"It's over..." Leng Hun was completely panicked.

Mo Ling'er was a respected lover of the Demon Race. If he were killed for this, the entire God King Temple could not bear the anger of the Demon Race's respect.

"Guru..."

Everyone in the Dragon Temple was scared to death, their pale faces were full of fear, and they couldn't help shaking.

"Hall Master... terrible..."

"This...this is the most terrifying time for the Palace Master."

"This... so many celestial extreme realm powerhouses, all died under the black fire."

"Is the cultivation base of the first layer of the celestial realm so terrifying?"

Everyone in the Dragon Temple talked in horror.

The terrifying black fire had swallowed most of their strength in just a moment, and their flesh and blood began to burn under their powerless resistance.

"what......"

The black fire swallowed the pain of burning, and the burning of flesh and blood made them intolerable, and they screamed constantly.

Mo Ling'er's power was almost swallowed up, but at this moment, black gas spread on the surface of Mo Ling'er's body, which looked extremely strange.

"Evil breath!" Liu Qingyang was suddenly shocked.

"Mo Ling'er has such an evil aura!" Yi Tianqing and everyone stared in shock.

Ling Xiaoxiao frowned and said: "This is the breath of the Demon Race. Mo Linger must have cultivated the Demon Race's techniques and absorbed the evil power of the Demon Race. She has been demonized!"

"Demonization?" The word demonization changed the expressions of everyone in the Dragon Temple.

"Young Hallmaster! Magic Orb! Use the Magic Orb!" Kun Yun hurriedly shouted.

Hearing this, Leng Hun suddenly woke up, and immediately took out the magic beads and threw them directly at Mo Ling'er, hoping that the magic beads could save Mo Ling'er.

The magic bead exudes a terrible aura, and strands of black aura spread out, strange and terrifying.

"Kun Yun! Kill Feng Wuchen! Don't let him kill Mo Ling'er!" The moment he threw it out, Lenghun shouted angrily.

Kun Yun did not hesitate to urge the power of the whole body, and gathered in the palm of his palm, exuding a bright cyan light, surging and frightening.

"Brother Feng, be careful! Devil beads can corrode power! My **** transformation barrier was corroded and broken by devil beads. Demon beads contain the terrifying power of the demon!" Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly reminded.

"Magic weapon!" Feng Wuchen's **** eyes swept toward the magic weapon, and then with a wave of his hand, a black fire dragon burst out.

Looking at Feng Wuchen's posture, it seems that he doesn't put the magic ball in his eyes!

The black fire dragon collided with the magic ball, and the fire dragon wrapped the magic ball, intending to consume the power of the magic ball.

"Feng Wuchen! Take your life!" Kun Yun roared, and slapped Feng Wuchen with a palm.

"call out!"

"Buzz!"

The huge cyan palm print shot out, carrying the aura of destruction to the wind and dust, and the void and the earth shook violently.

"Transforming God Enchantment!"

Ling Xiaoxiao caught the recovered many true essences and flashed forward, condensing the **** barrier.

"Not good!" Kun Yun's expression suddenly changed, and he recovered half of his power in a panic.

Kun Yun didn't dare to touch Ling Xiaoxiao's **** transformation barrier.

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

The palm print, which reduces the power by half, blasts on the enchantment. It has no effect at all, and it can only shake the space, and rebound a terrifying energy!

"Young Hall Master, go back!" Kun Yun pulled his cold soul and burst back.

Fortunately, Kun Yun regained half of his strength, otherwise I'm afraid he has been seriously injured.

"What is your ability to bully Brother Feng with a triple level of the gods?" Ling Xiaoxiao scolded at Kun Yun, beautiful eyes full of murderous and contempt.

"..." Kun Yun looked at Ling Xiaoxiao with fear, unable to say a word.

The dozen or so celestial experts who had been burned and swallowed by the black fire had completely lost their voice at this moment, and they were burned to ashes one by one.

Only Zhuge Liancheng, who was with Mo Linger, seemed to be protected by the atmosphere of the Demon Race, and was still alive, but I was afraid that it would not last long.

"Young...Young Master, hurry...Save me..." Zhuge Liancheng let out a faint cry for help.

Leng Hun was not in the slightest, staring at the Demon Orb. He only hoped that the Demon Orb could save Mo Ling'er, otherwise the God King's Temple would not be able to give respect to the Demon Race.

"Brother Feng, the evil aura in Mo Linger's body is unusual. Unlike other members of the Demon Race, her aura is more evil, and the aura of the Demon Orb seems to resonate with her, and the power of the Demon Orb is protecting her!" Ling Xiaoxiao solemnly said.

"Mo Ling'er!" Feng Wuchen's face twitched violently, gritted his teeth.

Wuhuo fought fiercely with the magic ball, and Feng Wuchen tried his best to block it, but the evil aura emanating from Mo Ling'er's body became more terrifying, and it was not burned by the black fire.

At this moment, everyone watched nervously.

They had already seen the horror of magic beads, and no one knew that the black fire of the wind and dust could defeat the horrible magic beads.

"The technique of distraction!"

Feng Wuchen let out a fierce roar, and instantly condensed twelve primordial avatars, all of them flashed around the magic orb, as if planning to use the power of black fire to refine the magic orb.

"Is this a clone?" Leng Hun was taken aback for a moment, wondering what Feng Wuchen wanted to do.

The twelve primordial spirit clones are frantically refining magic beads.

The breath of Feng Wuchen soared, and the power engulfed by Wuhuo was too large to provide Feng Wuchen refining continuously.

"This kid is too courageous? He wants to refine magic beads! Young Hallmaster! Stop him!" Kun Yun couldn't help taking a breath. This is the magic weapon of the Demon Race.

Leng Hun didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly urged the true essence to stimulate the power of the magic orb, but Leng Hun was shocked that the magic orb was actually out of his control.

"The Magic Orb... is not under my control, how could this be..." Leng Hun was stunned again, extremely shocked and confused.

As time passed, the power of the magic beads gradually weakened.

"How is this possible, he can actually refine the power of the Demon Orb!" Leng Hun was extremely shocked, obviously sensing that the aura of the Demon Orb was weakening.

Everyone in the Dragon Temple cheered in ecstasy.

"boom!"

"puff!"

However, when the aura of the Demon Orb became weaker and weaker, there was a sudden explosion, and an extremely terrifying force burst out, causing Feng Wuchen to spit blood on the spot.

"Buzz!"

Destructive energy oscillated from the magic beads, a dazzling black light flickered, and the extremely evil power was suffocating.