Chapter 878

"Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid."

Sensing that Ling Xiaoxiao was a little worried, Feng Wuchen smiled at Ling Xiaoxiao.

In the audience, only Feng Wuchen had no fear, and everyone else was terrified.

"This person's cultivation is even more terrifying than the Demon Clan's Great Elder! No, his aura is as terrifying as the Demon Clan Gorefiend. He has hidden his cultivation level! He is the realm of the ninth-level transformation of the god realm!" Sora became more and more frightened. , Cold sweat broke out, his face was pale, and his body could not help shaking.

It was a middle-aged man who came out of the crack. He looked young, but from his terrifying cultivation, it could be seen that he must be an old monster.

It was none other than Yan Long, a subordinate of the Evil Dragon God!

When Yan Long went to that station, the Divine King Temple was dead silent, no one dared to speak or move.

"Yanlong, long time no see." Looking at Yanlong, Feng Wuchen said with a slight smile.

"Humph!" Yan Long snorted slightly, just glanced at Feng Wuchen.

"Kong, remember, in two months, the Dragon God Alliance will definitely destroy your God King Temple!" Feng Wuchen sneered slightly.

When the words fell, Feng Wuchen took Ling Xiaoxiao's jade hand and flew away, followed by Yanlong slowly.

Yan Long naturally knew that Feng Wuchen was just using him to shock the Temple of the God King.

As soon as Feng Wuchen and the three of them left, everyone in the Temple of the God King breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for breath.

"Yanlong? Who the hell is he? It's terrifying!" Ye Qianshui said in fear, his old face extremely pale.

"As soon as he transforms into the realm of the ninth-level peak of the God Realm, his strength is as terrifying as the Gorefiend." Kong said in horror, his words trembling.

"Palace Master, hurry up and report to the Great Elder of the Demon Race." Cang Yun panicked.

Feng Wuchen summoned such a terrifying powerhouse, and destroying the Temple of the God King was as easy as pinching an ant.

No wonder Feng Wuchen dared to be so arrogant.

The Temple of the God King does not have the support of the demons, and they have no sense of security at all.

......

After leaving the Temple of the God King, Feng Wuchen did not speak, as if the Yanlong did not exist.

In the end, Yan Long couldn't help but speak, and said solemnly, "Stinky boy, are you not going to explain it to me?"

"What explanation do you want?" Feng Wuchen asked with a smile, then looked back at the ugly Yanlong.

Yanlong is a subordinate of the Evil Dragon God, and his strength is terrifying, but Feng Wuchen is not afraid at all.

"What's your purpose in calling me?" Yan Long asked in a deep voice, his eyes full of ferocity, as if he wanted to destroy the wind and clean the dust.

Feng Wuchen can forcibly summon Yanlong, which means that Feng Wuchen has the ability to control him.

As a Yanlong who transformed into the pinnacle of the ninth level of the divine realm, how could he be willing to be controlled by Feng Wuchen?

"I heard that you and the Gorefiend of the Demon Race joined hands to deal with the Dragon Race, is that true?" Feng Wuchen asked, his voice a little cold.

"Humph! If it wasn't for the six Taiji elders of the Dragon Clan to seal the master together, how could Long Tianzhan sit on the position of the Dragon Clan Patriarch? The master wouldn't fall because of this!" Yan Longsen said coldly, full of hatred for the Dragon Clan.

"Stinky boy, don't think that you can control me if you get the inheritance of your master. If it wasn't for the shadow of your master, I would have killed you already!" Yan Long threatened.

"What? Brother Feng has obtained the inheritance of the Evil Dragon God? How is this possible!" Ling Xiaoxiao's heart was suddenly shocked, her eyes widened to the extreme, and she looked at Feng Wuchen in disbelief.

Shocked! Shocking!

Feng Wuchen actually obtained the inheritance of the Evil Dragon God, which Ling Xiaoxiao never expected.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's face sank, and he said coldly, "You and the Demon Race are just like losing the face of the Evil Dragon God!"

Hearing this, the Evil Dragon God was shocked.

"How powerful and arrogant the Evil Dragon God is. As a subordinate of the Evil Dragon God, you actually colluded with the demons. Are you worthy of the cultivation of the Evil Dragon God? Are you worthy of the Evil Dragon God?" Feng Wuchen reprimanded, not at all. give face.

In this world, I am afraid that only Feng Wuchen dares to reprimand the Evil Dragon God like this.

"Lord...people..." The Evil Dragon God stared at Feng Wuchen with wide eyes, as if he saw the Evil Dragon God.

In Yan Long's mind, the image of the Evil Dragon God reprimanding him in those days appeared, and his memory was still fresh.

Recalling the memories of the past, Yan Long's eyes were wet, and a strong longing filled his heart.

"Do you still know that the Evil Dragon God is your master? Are you worthy? If the Evil Dragon God is still alive and knows that you are colluding with the Demon Race, how would he feel?" Feng Wuchen scolded.

"Brother Feng." Worried that it would irritate the Evil Dragon God, Ling Xiaoxiao pulled Feng Wuchen's sleeves and shouted in a low voice.

"Master... this subordinate misses you..." Yan Long said in grief, tears rolling down unsatisfactorily.

"Yanlong has followed the Evil Dragon God for many years. He has the same temperament as the Evil Dragon God. He must be subdued. It seems that the Evil Dragon God must be used to suppress him." Feng Wuchen frowned and said secretly.

Yanlong is full of hatred for the dragon clan. If he does not control it, he is afraid that he will be used by the demon clan in the future.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuchen used the Evil Dragon God's Disguise Secret Technique, urging power to condense on the palm of his hand, and then pressed it between the eyebrows of the Evil Dragon God.

The next second, in the mood of the Evil Dragon God, the figure of the Evil Dragon God appeared, and the monstrous aura covered Yan Long's entire mood.

"Master! Master!" The moment he saw the Evil Dragon God, Yan Long was shocked, his heart was ecstatic, he wept with joy, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Yan Long pays respects to Master!"

"Yanlong, you are so disappointing to me." The Evil Dragon God said indifferently, regardless of his imposing manner or expression, or the arrogance and dignity of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen showed it to the fullest.

The Evil Dragon God in front of him is the wind and the dust.

"Master, you have misunderstood. My subordinate wants to avenge my master, but I don't want Long Tianzhan to be too strong. My subordinate has no choice but to join hands with the Gorefiend, not a collusion with the Demon Race. Yanlong will always remember the words of the master." Yanlong panic explanation.

"Yanlong, everything in this seat has been handed over to Feng Wuchen, this seat has no chance to break through the heavens, and can only be handed over to Feng Wuchen to fulfill this seat's wish, let go of hatred, and wholeheartedly assist Feng Wuchen to fulfill my wish for this seat. , this is the last order this seat gives you, don't let this seat down again." Evil Dragon God said proudly.

"Follow the order! Yan Long takes the decree!" Yan Long respectfully took the order.

"From now on, Feng Wuchen is your master, seeing Feng Wuchen is like seeing this seat." Evil Dragon Shinto.

"Yes!" Yan Long replied respectfully, without any hesitation.

"The Demon Lord will break the seal soon. You bring the Evil Dragon Order and Feng Wuchen to rescue Yanshun and Yanhuo, convene the generals of this seat, help Feng Wuchen to destroy the Demon Race, unify the continent, and fulfill this seat's wish." The Evil Dragon God waved his hand, and a black token engraved with the word "evil" flew towards Yanlong.

"Master, the second and third brothers are still alive?" Yan Long asked in surprise.

"They still have a trace of remnant souls left, and Feng Wuchen can bring them back to life! Go, fulfill this seat's wish." The figure of the Evil Dragon God slowly became illusory.

"Yes! This subordinate must fulfill the wish for the master." Yan Long said in grief, watching the figure of the Evil Dragon God slowly disappearing, Yan Long shouted reluctantly: "Master! Master..." (To be continued )