Dragon God Sovereign

Chapter 745: Tianmajue

Chapter 745: Tianmajue

"Do you mean Yanlong?"

Sen Leng [biqugexx.biz] stared at Feng Wuchen, and the man asked with a wicked smile.

The man's words made Feng Wuchen frown.

"Feng Wuchen, I'm not afraid to tell you that Yanlong can't save you, neither the Dragons nor the Primordial Rakshas can save you. Don't expect anyone to save you. The Dragon God Alliance, I haven't taken it seriously yet. You will die of this heart." The man smiled wickedly, with a confident appearance, not as if he was lying.

"What? Did something happen to Senior Yanlong?" Liu Qingyang's expression suddenly changed.

"Impossible, Senior Yanlong is so strong, Demon Race will never dare to take action against Senior Yanlong." Yi Tianqing shook his head.

When the man said this, everyone in the Dragon Temple was shocked.

What a terrifying existence is Yanlong, the three elders of the Demon Race were all scared away, how terrifying is that? The horror of Yanlong is beyond the existence of the blood demon of the Demon Race, it is absolutely impossible for the Demon Race to deal with him.

But the demon man in front of him said that Yanlong could not save Feng Wuchen, so what did he mean?

The red emperor looked at Feng Wuchen with seductive eyes, and said: "Hall master still knows the Primordial Raksha tribe?"

"I haven't heard of it, and I haven't heard the Lord mention it." Bai Mie shook his head.

No one knew about the existence of the Primordial Raksha Clan, apart from Feng Wuchen.

"Dragons? Primal Rakshas?" Chi Yuan, Zhang Wuhun, and Zhang Tianxuan were shocked. They had never heard of the existence of these races, and they had only heard of Yanlong.

The major forces of the Dragon God Alliance are also at a loss, and they don't know what kind of forces exist.

"Did the Demon Race take action? No, the Demon Lord is still under seal. With the current strength of the Demon Race, it is impossible to take action against the Dragon Race and the Raksha Race." Feng Wuchen frowned.

The Demon Race without the Demon Lord is no match for the Dragon Race, let alone other big forces.

"Feng Wuchen, are you ready? Are you going to hand it over or let me do it?" the man asked with a smirk.

Feng Wuchen frowned deeply, and Sen coldly said: "If you have the ability, come and get it!"

How could the Primordial Power and Wuhuo that Feng Wuchen finally gotten easily handed over to others?

Besides, Feng Wuchen has never been afraid of threats.

"Retreat all." The man's voice suddenly became cold, and the terrible murderous aura spread.

Luo Wuchang immediately issued an order, and no one dared to disobey the order to retreat all the big and small forces in the hegemony domain.

Although the man is only the four levels of the gods transformation, his evil aura is not weaker than the five levels of the gods, and this person's strength must not be underestimated.

The war stopped, the space was silent, everyone's eyes fell on the demon man.

"Be careful, everyone." Feng Wuchen frowned, his expression extremely solemn.

Chi Yuan solemnly said: "This person's strength is never under impermanence."

"His strength is close to the powerful demon who dealt with the Zhang Family." Zhang Wuhun's old face was full of solemnity.

"Buzz!"

A monstrous evil force surged out of the demon man in vain, and the calm space shook violently.

The terrifying black energy spread in all directions at an astonishing speed. In a few blinks, the black energy covered tens of thousands of feet of void, and the entire space became completely dark.

This space is full of evil atmosphere.

The monstrous horror energy made everyone present feel terrified, as if that power represents despair, making people unable to feel the slightest vitality.

"Guru..."

Everyone in the Dragon God Alliance was so scared that their faces were as pale as paper. Faced with such a terrifying power, everyone couldn't hold up any resistance.

At this moment, everyone's eyes showed resignation.

"The palm of the devil!" The man gave a soft yell and waved his big hand. The black energy that covered tens of thousands of feet of void instantly condensed into a huge black palm print of tens of thousands of meters. As the man waved his arm, the terrifying black palm print crashed down. .

The black palm print was tens of thousands of feet large, and the energy contained was extremely terrifying, and the aura of ruining the world almost suffocated everyone in the Dragon God Alliance.

"This force has reached the seventh level of the God Transformation Realm!" Luo Wuchang was secretly frightened.

"Feng Wuchen, I see how you die." The weak cold soul, with a smirking grin on his pale face.

Feng Wuchen, they have no way out, even if they can escape, they can't leave the alliance's people.

"Master, this power is comparable to the Seventh Level of the Transformation God Realm, and we may not be able to stop it!" Chi Yuan solemnly said, a flash of panic in his eyes.

"This is the Heavenly Demon Jue!" Feng Wuchen frowned, "The demon clan's supreme demon Jue is as powerful as a high-grade immortal jue. Anyone who has attained the level of transforming the gods is eligible for cultivation. It can increase its strength by three times, but it needs to be consumed. His ordinary magic element."

"High Grade Immortal Jue? Three times the power?" Zhang Wuhun couldn't help being taken aback, his old eyes protruding.

Zhang Tianxuan was so frightened that his body couldn't help shaking.

"Red Emperor! Bring the brothers back to the Dragon Temple immediately! Under the Alliance Celestial and Human Realm, all retreat!" Feng Wuchen roared suddenly, and at the same time urged the whole body to prepare for a hard resistance.

Feng Wuchen is carrying the lives of everyone in the alliance, and he must face it!

"Big Brother Feng, I won't go! The big deal will die together!" Liu Qingyang gritted his teeth and said angrily, looking desperately.

Chaos God shouted: "Hall Master, I won't go!"

"Death and die together!" The soldiers shouted, their determination to follow, unwavering.

"Have you not heard my order? Return to the Dragon Temple!" Feng Wuchen suddenly yelled at Liu Qingyang.

"Hall Master!"

"Leader!"

Everyone hesitated and didn't know how to choose.

"Retreat!" Feng Wuchen yelled again, and at this time he had already sacrificed the Dragon God Sword.

"Everyone listens to the order! All withdraw to the Dragon Temple!" The Red Emperor gritted his teeth and roared with tears in his eyes.

"Try all your strength, you must block it!" Feng Wuchen gritted his teeth.

"Xianjue! Taiyi Qiankun Clock!"

Chi Yuan clasped his hands together and screamed fiercely, instantly condensing a huge energy shield filled with extremely powerful defense forces.

"Give me the power!" Chi Yuan shouted, his expression extremely solemn.

In addition to Feng Wuchen, Zhang Wuhun and other experts in the transformation of the gods, and Tian Xianzi and other experts in the celestial realm, have poured all their power into Chi Yuan.

"Dying struggling!" The demon man said with disdain, completely disregarding the power of Chi Yuan and others.

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

"Puff puff!"

The terrifying black palm prints slammed into the air, rumbling loudly resounding through the void, and the devastating energy ripples instantly shook, with a visual impact that shocked everyone.

At the moment of the collision, dozens of strong people like Chi Yuan vomited blood at the same time, and suffered serious injuries.

Just at the moment of the collision, it was already unable to withstand it, showing how terrifying the power of the demon's decision.