Dragon God Supreme

Feng Wuchen has been completely angry for the tragic death of so many soldiers at Dragon God Palace!

Angry to madness! Angry to runaway!

Feng Wuchen doesn’t care about Zhuge Liancheng or Mo Linger, nor does he miss any old feelings, kill them all!

“Dead!”

Feng Wuchen roared, the boundless murderous aura scrolled wildly.

The terrifying black fire, while devouring wildly, burns mercilessly.

Dozens of Ji Realm powerhouse screamed desperately, and the entire Dragon God Palace was filled with their screams.

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

“Help Mo Linger!” Lenghun roared in panic.

“Young Palace Lord! I want to save it, but it’s too late!” Kun Yun said helplessly, if he hadn’t responded in time, I’m afraid that even the cold soul would not be able to come out.

“It’s over…” Leng Hun panicked completely.

Mo Ling’er is a respected lover of Demon Race. If he is killed for this, the entire Divine King Temple will not be able to bear the anger respected by Demon Race.

“gu lu ……”

Everyone at Dragon God Palace has been scared to the soul flew away and scattered, incredibly pale face, full of fear, One could not help shaking.

“Palace Lord…good terrifying…”

“This…this is the most terrifying time for Palace Lord, right? .”

“This…for so many days Ji Realm powerhouse, all died under the black fire.”

“Tian Ji Realm’s cultivation base, Is it so scary?”

Everyone at Dragon God Palace was stunned and talked.

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

“Ah…”

The severe pain of devour and burn of black fire and the burning of flesh and blood made them intolerable and screamed constantly.

Mo Ling’er’s power was almost swallowed up, but at this moment, a wisp of black gas spread out from the surface of Mo Ling’er’s body, which looked very 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 Demon Race, Mo Linger must be cultivated Demon Race cultivation technique, and absorbed the evil power of Demon Race, she is demonized!”

“Magic?” The word “Magic” changed the expressions of everyone in the Dragon God Palace.

“Young Palace Lord! Magic Orb! Use the Magic Orb!” Kun Yun hurriedly shouted loudly.

hearing this, Leng Hun suddenly woke up, immediately took out the magic orb, and threw it directly at Mo Linger, hoping that the magic orb could save Mo Linger’s life.

The magic beads exude a terrifying aura, and strands of black aura spread out, strange and terrifying.

“Kun Yun! Kill Feng Wuchen! Don’t let him kill Mo Linger!” The moment he threw away, Lenghun shouted.

Kun Yun without the slightest hesitation urges the power of the whole body, and gathers in the palm, exudes azure light, imposing manner surging and frightening.

“Feng big brother, be careful! Magic beads can corrode power! My Spirit Transformation Formation is corroded and broken by magic beads. Magic beads contain the terrifying power of Demon Race!” Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly reminded.

“Magic weapon!” Feng Wuchen’s eyes filled with blood energy swept towards 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 collides with the magic orb, and the Fire Dragon wraps the magic orb and intends to consume the power of the magic orb.

“Feng Wuchen! pay with your life!” Kun Yun roared and slapped Feng Wuchen from the air.

“xiu!”

“weng weng! ”

ten thousand zhang The huge azure palm print is shot out, carrying the imposing manner of destroying heaven and extinguishing earth Rushing towards Feng Wuchen, the void and earth shook violently.

“Spirit Transformation Formation!”

Ling Xiaoxiao catches the recovery of a lot of true essence and flashes out to condense Spirit Transformation Formation.

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

Ling Xiaoxiao’s Spirit Transformation Formation, Kun Yun dare not touch it.

“hong long long!”

“weng weng!”

The palm print that reduces half of the power is blasted on the Formation. There is no effect at all, it can only shake It’s just a shock space, and a terrifying energy bounces back!

“Young Palace Lord, quickly retreat!” Kun Yun pulled his cold soul and suddenly retreated.

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

“What kind of ability is your Big Brother Transform God Boundary triple bullying?” Ling Xiaoxiao scolded at Kun Yun, beautiful eyes full of murderous aura and contempt.

“…” Kunyun looked at Ling Xiaoxiao very afraid, unable to speak a word.

The dozens of Ji Realm powerhouses who were brutally burned and swallowed by the black fire have completely lost their sound at this moment, and they are burned to ashes one by one.

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

“Lord…Young Palace Lord, hurry…Save me…” Zhuge Liancheng let out a weak cry for help.

The cold soul is not in the slightest, staring at the magic bead, he only hopes that the magic bead can save Mo Linger, otherwise the Divine King Temple cannot give Demon Race a respectful account.

“Feng big brother, Mo Linger’s evil aura within the body is unusual. Unlike other Demon Race people, her aura is more evil, and the aura of the magic beads seems to resonate with her. The power of the magic beads is protecting her!” Ling Xiaoxiao said solemnly.

“Mo Ling’er!” Feng Wuchen’s face twitched badly, gnashing teeth.

The black fire fought fiercely against the magic orb, and Feng Wuchen tried his best to block it, but the evil aura emanating from Mo Linger’s body became more terrifying, and it was not burned by the black fire at all.

At this moment, everyone is watching nervously.

They have all seen the horror of magic beads, and no one knows that Feng Wuchen’s black fire can defeat the horrible magic beads.

“The technique of distraction!”

Feng Wuchen’s fierce angry roar, instantly condense twelve Primordial Spirit Avatars, all flashed to the magic beads all around, seemingly intending to use the black fire The power of refining magic beads.

“This is Avatar?” Lenghun was taken aback for a moment, wondering what Feng Wuchen wanted to do.

The twelve Primordial Spirit Avatars are frantically refining magic beads.

Feng Wuchen’s breath soared, and the power consumed by Wuhuo was too large to continuously provide Feng Wuchen refining.

“This kid is too courageous? He wants to refine the magic beads! Young Palace Lord! Stop him!” Kun Yun couldn’t help taking a breath. This is the magic of Demon Race The device.

Leng Hun did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly urged true essence to stimulate the power of the magic orb, but Leng Hun was shocked that the magic orb was not under 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 goes by, the power that the magic beads diffuse out gradually weakens.

“How is this possible, he can actually refining the power of the magic orb!” Leng Hun was extremely shocked, and obviously felt that the aura of the magic orb was weakening.

Dragon God Palace everyone cheered in ecstasy.

“bang!”

“pu!”

However, when the magic ball’s breath became weaker and weaker, there was a sudden explosion, An extremely terrifying force erupted, and Feng Wuchen spit out blood on the spot.

“weng weng!”

Destroyed energy oscillated from the magic orb, and a dazzling black light flickered, and its Evil Power was suffocating.