Dragon God Sovereign

Chapter 706: Yanlong help

Chapter 706: Yanlong help

An extremely terrifying aura swept through Mo Linger's body, shaking the earth and suffocating.

"This breath has reached the eighth level of God Transformation Realm! It is even more terrifying than my father!"

Feeling this extremely terrifying aura, Lengxun's heart was shaken, and his body was terrified.

"Shenzhen... Eight... Eight layers!" Kun Yun also had a face full of fear, and swallowed with difficulty, such a terrifying coercion shocked him to have a torn drama. Pain.

"Brother Feng, be careful!" Ling Xiaoxiao cried out in panic.

Such a terrifying powerhouse, I am afraid that Ling Xiaoxiao's barrier can't stop his power.

This mysterious old man, whose strength is higher than the previous two, is definitely a high-level demon clan, I am afraid he is an elder.

The terrifying aura is locked in Feng Wuchen, and such destructive power, once the old man takes action, Feng Wuchen will undoubtedly die.

Mo Ling'er waved his hand, and an invisible and extremely terrifying force instantly blocked Feng Wuchen, making Feng Wuchen unable to move.

"Hall Master!"

"Brother Feng!"

"Brother Feng!"

Everyone in the Dragon Temple was shocked and anxious, and they all wanted to rush forward.

"Don't go to die!" Tian Xianzi immediately stopped.

With their strength, not only can't save Feng Wuchen, but go to death.

"Xiaoxiao, the energy set by Kun Yun has been broken, quickly summon Senior Aoyuan, or Brother Feng will be dead!" Liu Qingyang looked at Ling Xiaoxiao anxiously.

Hearing this, Ling Xiaoxiao forcefully urged the blood, but at this moment, because of the serious injury, the blood has not recovered, and he could not summon at all.

For a while, the Dragon Temple was completely desperate.

Ling Xiaoxiao was unable to summon the strong, Zhang Family and the Immortal Pavilion were greatly injured, unable to support them, and now there is a terrifying strong from the Demon Race.

Mo Ling'er waved again, and the trapped Feng Wuchen flew over.

"Little devil, I'll give you another chance, you are..." Mo Ling'er spoke again, but before he finished speaking, Feng Wuchen interrupted.

Feng Wuchen gritted his teeth and said angrily: "If there is a kind, kill me!"

"Surround yourself!" Lenghun secretly gloated in his heart.

Feng Wuchen and Wuhuo are really terrifying, and the cold soul is extremely jealous. Now that he can kill Feng Wuchen with the help of the powerful demon clan, he is also happy.

"I don't know what I can do!" Mo Lingersen said coldly, the strength of his wrist suddenly increased, and he wanted to squeeze it to death on the spot.

Just when Mo Ling'er was about to kill him, his willow brows suddenly wrinkled, and his eyes scanned the empty space on the left, as if he had noticed something.

"Since you are here, why not show up? What is sneaky?" The old man spit out a cold voice from Mo Linger's mouth.

"Ahem!"

In the void, a soft cough suddenly sounded, and a middle-aged man in a white robe appeared silently over the Dragon Temple.

The person here is a stranger, and everyone in the Dragon God Temple has never seen it before, but it is certain that this person's cultivation is very terrifying.

The old man who possessed and Mo Linger's body almost didn't notice the existence of this person, which shows how powerful the coming person is.

Kun Yun and Leng Hun had obviously never seen this person either, and their eyes were full of jealousy and doubt.

"Is it him?" Feng Wuchen, who was trapped by the terrorist force, looked extremely surprised, and clearly recognized this person.

"Am I sneaky?" The man muttered with a look of confusion, and immediately looked at Mo Linger, and said: "Hey, old man, how do you talk? It's better than hiding in the female doll? Shameless!"

"Unreasonable! How dare you insult this seat!" The Mozu powerhouse was furious at the moment he heard this.

"What? Am I wrong? When did Lao Tzu insult you? Good old thing, but you still want to do nothing with Lao Tzu?" the middle-aged man shouted angrily, not even afraid of the strong demon.

You must know that the powerful demon clan possessing Mo Linger's body, but the eighth layer of the gods!

Looking at the undaunted middle-aged man, everyone in the Dragon Temple, Leng Hun and Kun Yun were stunned.

Is the middle-aged man going to die, or does he have the strength not to lose to the powerful demon? How dare to be so arrogant.

"You're looking for death!" Mo Ling'er yelled, and the eight-fold terror power of the God Transformation Realm burst out instantly, and it was blasted out in the air.

"call out!"

"Buzz!"

Tens of thousands of feet of huge black palm prints burst out of the air, rushing towards the middle-aged man with an aura of ruining the sky and the earth. The terrifying power shook the entire Promise Domain, and the void collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The terrifying energy swept the entire Promise Domain, and the various forces and countless cultivators were scared to death.

Both the Zhang Family and Xianqi Pavilion were alarmed, but the high-level energy was severely injured, and they were healing in a retreat. Other strong men did not dare to call the shots without authorization.

"hiss......"

With a wave of his hand, there was such a terrifying energy palm print, and everyone in the Dragon Temple was so frightened that they took a breath, their hearts trembled, and they felt unsteady.

"call out!"

At the moment when the Demon Race powerhouse took the shot, the middle-aged man's voice disappeared instantly, which was extremely strange and impossible to capture.

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

The horrible palm prints blasted on the distant void, and the deafening blast resounded through the Promise Realm. The extremely devastating energy ripples raged, covering tens of thousands of meters of the void, and the mountains and the earth within tens of thousands of meters collapsed and torn, destructive very horrible.

With such a devastating energy, I don't know how many transforming gods can be killed in seconds.

But it is a pity that such a terrifying palm print failed to hit the middle-aged man.

At that moment, the face of the strong demon clan changed drastically, and he found that Feng Wuchen was no longer under his control.

Feng Wuchen disappeared in that moment!

"Space shuttle! Are you a member of the Dragon Race?" Mo Linger looked at the middle-aged man not far away in astonishment. At that moment, he guessed the man's identity.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "What? You old guy doesn't recognize me?"

"Who are you?" Mo Linger scolded and asked, the old man couldn't recall it in his mind, and he looked very strange to the man in front of him.

This person is no one else, but the old man that Feng Wuchen rescued in Xuanhuo Cave before, the subordinate Yanlong of the Evil Dragon God!

Yanlong had changed into clean clothes and **** his long hair. He was several decades younger and looked like a middle-aged man.

"Of course it's the Dragon Clan, didn't you also say it just now?" Yan Long shrugged, looking extremely ugly and arrogant.

Mo Linger's face was extremely gloomy, staring at Yan Long fiercely.

The strong demon has been angered!

"I didn't expect you to come." Feng Wuchen stared at Yanlong, his **** eyes had gradually recovered.

"I haven't figured it out yet, how can you die again?" Yanlong smiled slightly: "Besides, you rescued me, I will rescue you once, we are even."

"Wait! You are Yanlong?" As the two talked, the old man's voice suddenly came out of surprise.