Dragon God Supreme

Transfer all of them in an instant, and was completely irresistible.

From this, we can see how terrifying the people who transferred them are.

“patriarch!”

Seeing that everyone in Spirit Race died by teleportation, Great Elder was completely desperate.

“Great Elder!” Dead Spirit Race patriarch and clansman were shocked when they saw Great Elder’s weak soul body.

I can’t believe my eyes.

The Great Elder of the Eight-Star Sovereign has now turned into a weak soul body.

Is this still dead Spirit Race Great Elder?

“Most are all, haven’t you seen them?” Shan Tong asked in a low voice.

Most of them shook their heads and said: “I haven’t seen any of them. The aura on them is very strange, giving people a very uneasy feeling. I have never heard of the existence of Spirit Race, let alone Knowing that the strength of this race is so terrifying, the breath of that patriarch is comparable to our great ancestor.”

Dead Spirit Race has only 1,000 clansman, but most of them are cultivation base strong generations, patriarch even more It is the cultivation base with the nine-star peak.

Except for the Great Elder, the other two Elders are all powerhouses of the holy ones, and there are more than ten powerhouses of the holy ones, their strength is absolutely terrifying.

Apart from this, the powerhouse of the Holy Emperor of Spirit Race is quite a lot.

The strength is so strong that it can indeed compete with the dragon Divine Race.

“Peak, the nine-star saint, is really not simple in strength, enough to contend with the great ancestor of the dragon Divine Race, no wonder people who dare to move me.” Feng Wuchen first glanced at the Spirit Race patriarch, coldly opened the mouth and said.

Dead Spirit Race patriarch’s old face was extremely gloomy, his fierce gaze swept towards Feng Wuchen, and he said gloomily: “Feng Wuchen, I really didn’t expect you to have such a powerful strength. No wonder that Dragon Killing Soul will be canonized. You are Paragon.”

“Is this your last words?” Feng Wuchen said coldly, in Feng Wuchen’s eyes, the Spirit Race of Death has been destroyed.

“If you want to kill Spirit Race, I have to personally experience and teach you your strength!” Dead Spirit Race clansman said viciously, the incomparable horror power burst out, breathtaking.

Since Feng Wuchen does not intend to let Spirit Race go, how can Spirit Race sit still?

“patriarch…” Great Elder wanted to say something, but he swallowed it to his lips.

“You can’t do it yet, let all the sages go together.” Feng Wuchen said with a sneer, and immediately waved his hand to set up a terrifying dragon god Formation.

Block the entire huge Holy Mountain mountain range.

“Retreat behind me.” Feng Wuchen motioned to Shantong everyone to step back.

one after another cold murderous aura spreads out, and when Spirit Race lives and dies, they must kill the enemy with all their strength.

Even if they know the enemy’s strength is terrifying, they are not afraid at all.

The ferocious eyes of the Dead Spirit Race patriarch stared at Feng Wuchen like a poisonous snake. The power of the nine-star patriarch Peak urged it out with all its strength, the powerful saint weapon Battle Armor, the saint weapon took out.

The other two Elders and more than a dozen powerhouses also broke out with all their strength, and various powerful magic weapons took out one after another.

This is the dead Spirit Race Holy Force!

This is a power above the holy yuan, just like the original power of the dragon Divine Race.

“weng weng!”

one after another Terrifying power burst out one after another, shaking the Dragon God Formation, with great power.

Feng Wuchen as stable as Mount Tai facing the dead Spirit Race dozens of powerhouses, there is no change in his face.

In Feng Wuchen’s eyes, the dozens of powerhouses are like dozens of ants.

But most of them are different. They are all full of fear and panic. Even if they know that Feng Wuchen’s strength is far above the dead Spirit Race, the terrifying power of powerhouse also brings them Strong impact.

“Fire Big Brother, what’s the master’s cultivation base? Can he deal with the sixteen nobles?” Xiao Wutian asked in a low voice, full of fear.

“Don’t ask if you shouldn’t ask!” Huo Lingtian frowned.

Xiao Wutian closed his mouth immediately.

The sixteen powerhouse powerhouse, battle strength has erupted to pinnacle.

“Let’s fight.” Feng Wuchen grinned.

The sixteen powerhouses roared one after another, and at the same time turned into dark purple lightning and shot out, the offensive was extremely terrifying.

Especially patriarch, it gives people a feeling of invincibility.

“hmph!” Dead Spirit Race patriarch came first, and the fierce coldly snorted punched Feng Wuchen.

At the moment of punching, within the scope of the Dragon God Formation, the space instantly collapsed.

“bang! ”

Feng Wuchen’s face is cold, his right hand flexed his claws to meet him, with a deafening blast, he easily resisted the power of the nine-star sage Peak without the slightest The energy ripples spread.

“Sure enough! Holy Force of the undead has not played any corrosive effect at all!” Dead Spirit Race patriarch frowned secretly thought, there is a feeling of throw a stone and see it sink without trace in the sea.

Just a punch, the death of Spirit Race patriarch feels endless fear.

“How is it possible?” Xiao Wutian’s eyes widened in an instant, his soul frightened.

Feng Wuchen blocked such a terrifying punch?

“The strength of Lord Paragon is so terrifying that it is unimaginable!” Yi Qingyun trembled all over, rubbing his eyes vigorously, thinking that he had hallucinations.

“…” Dead Spirit Race Great Elder is helpless, obviously already guessing the result.

Dead the Spirit Race clansman door, all are stunned.

At the same time, the necromantic patriarch and other powerhouse attacks came one after another.

Feng Wuchen slightly raised the corner of his mouth and let go of his hand.

“bang bang bang! ”

Feng Wuchen single-handedly fought against the powerhouse of the sixteen nobles. The deafening sound was endless, but all their fierce attacks were Feng Wuchen resisted, and no energy ripples spread.

The Shantong and others behind Feng Wuchen didn’t feel any energy fluctuations at all.

As if all the power of the attack has been absorbed.

How terrifying is the attack on the powerhouse of the sixteen saints?

Feng Wuchen, however, is as stable as Mount Tai, resisting all the vicious attacks.

“Too terrifying, patriarch and Elder teamed up, and the sixteen powerhouses, powerhouse, could not deal with him!”

“All the attacks were blocked, patriarch’s Strength is already regarded as the existence of the Holy Realm Peak, how can it not shake the dragon Divine Race Paragon?”

“Dragon Divine Race Paragon, is this terrifying? The rumors of the Holy Realm do not really say that Feng Wuchen just ascended from God World Come on? How can you have this kind of strength?”

Death Spirit Race clansman, at this moment, there is full of fear and despair, and the complexion pale to the extreme.

The 16 noble powerhouses can’t shake Feng Wuchen, how can you fight this?

“Is your strength the only one? Who gave you the courage to help me?” Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

“Show secret art!” Death Spirit Race patriarch shouted loudly.

The sixteen saints immediately dispersed to Feng Wuchen all directions, and at the same time displayed the strongest saint world.

“Holy Jue! Necromancer annihilation!”

“Holy Jue! Spiritual Qi of Nine Skys!”

“Holy Jue! Undead Seal! “

“…”

Sixteen saints burst out loudly, one after another devastating power burst out, hitting Feng Wuchen!