Chapter 2114



"Three elders! What do you mean? Are you going to betray the Ming clan?" The Emperor Ming shouted gloomily, his face lost.

"Bastard! As a god-level alchemist of Xuanshengmen, how can you surrender to others because you can't stand fire poison?" Qiu Dingfeng scolded, his lungs almost exploded with anger.

"Elder, are you crazy? Lord god-level alchemist, you also have to surrender to Feng Wuchen?"

"You are not alchemists, don't stand and talk without your back hurting. You don't know the pain caused by fire poison torture, and this old man has endured it for hundreds of years." A main god-level alchemist smiled helplessly.

"Master Feng can control the fire poison. If we don't surrender, we will be swallowed by the fire poison to death!" A god-level alchemist continued.

"Master Feng, stop quickly, I am also willing to surrender!" A main god-level alchemist of the Divine Race finally couldn't help shouting.

"What?" Tongtian, the patriarch of the gods, changed greatly.

"Elder..." The senior members of the Spiritual Race and many strong people were stunned.

"The old man is also willing to surrender." The guardian of the spirit clan said immediately, also a main god-level alchemist.

Bai Yunqi's face was extremely gloomy, but he didn't say much, as if he had guessed it.

Facing the terrifying torment of fire poison, which was several times more than usual, they couldn't bear it at all. In just a moment, they felt that their bodies were devoured madly.

In the face of the pain swallowed by the fire poison, Wan Jian pierced through his heart, and his heart was like a knife, and he couldn't get on the table at all.

All the alchemists in the audience, except for Jing Yan from the Great Lord Temple and Zuo Shitian from the Holy Spirit Temple, had already surrendered to Feng Wuchen.

"Where are you two?" Feng Wuchen's icy gaze swept across Jing Yan and Zuo Shitian.

Jing Yan and Zuo Shitian were still screaming in pain, but they didn't answer Feng Wuchen, as if they would rather die than surrender.

Feng Wuchen grinned, his palms suddenly bent.

"Feng Wuchen, stop!" Mu Xuanshan roared in panic and shot out immediately, trying to stop Feng Wuchen.

"boom!"

"puff!"

At the moment when Mu Xuanshan shot, there was a sudden explosion, and Mu Xuanshan spit out a mouthful of blood, and the figure turned into a black line and flew out.

"Palace Master!" The top of the Holy Soul Temple was shocked.

The person who shot is Qianhun, and the speed is very terrifying, and no one can see how Qianhun is shooting.

The ability to vomit the blood of the Nine Stars with one palm is enough to prove that Qianhun's strength is terrifying.

"Pong!"

"what!"

At the same time, the fire poison on Jing Yan and Zuo Shitian broke out completely, devoured them frantically, and the screams became more and more miserable. Everyone felt cold physically and mentally, and trembled all over.

"The power of Fire Poison is so terrifying, it surpasses the power of Elder Zuo!"

"Is the fire poison in the alchemist really so terrible?"

"Devouring such a terrible fire poison, Elder Zuo and Senior Jing Yan won't be able to last long!"

Hundreds of thousands of strong people were talking in low voices, and their frightened eyes fell on Zuo Shitian and Jing Yan.

"Hurry up! Kill a thousand souls with your hands! Others killed Feng Wuchen!" Zhu Sha shouted angrily, and the terrifying power of the holy realm burst out with all his strength.

"Thousand souls! You have to meddle in your own business, don't blame us for being ruthless!" Nether Ghost, the master of the Netherworld Demon Palace, said coldly, his sinister murderous aura made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Do it! As long as you kill Feng Wuchen, you don't need to surrender to him!" Emperor Ming shouted angrily, this is the only way.

Dozens of masters and gods headed by Zhusha took action one after another, and the power of destroying the sky broke out wildly, and the invincible power covered the world.

The other main god powerhouses and godly respected powerhouses are madly rushing towards Feng Wuchen at this moment.

"Qianhun, be careful yourself, I can't help you." Feng Wuchen reminded.

"Do your best, it's hard to deal with so many master gods, but it's you, hundreds of thousands of people." Qianhun shrugged, it seemed difficult to handle, but he was not afraid.

"What are you still doing? If you don't take action, you will have to die before I die! Let you see an example!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, his icy eyes swept to the alchemist who had surrendered.

"Since you are not willing to surrender, then go to die." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Feng Wuchen, stop it! Stop it! This old man is willing to surrender!" Jing Yan finally couldn't help shouting in horror, finally feeling the taste of death.

"Wind... Feng Wuchen, the old man is also willing to... surrender..." Zuo Shitian, who was extremely weak, said.

"It's too late to surrender now!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, in order to frighten dozens of powerful alchemists, Feng Wuchen had to come up with ruthless means.

"What?" Zuo Shitian and Jing Yan were completely desperate, secretly regretting why they hadn't surrendered earlier.

"Ah!"

The fire poison devoured wildly, Zuo Shitian was already weak, and under the ruthless consumption of the fire poison, he quickly vanished into ashes.

"Elder!" Mu Xuanshan, who was seriously injured, roared in grief, his eyes were bloodshot, and an extremely terrifying murderous aura erupted uncontrollably.

"Feng Wuchen! I can't spare you!" Mu Xuanshan roared, almost losing his mind in anger.

Feng Wuchen sneered: "You have been seriously injured, do you think you can kill me?"

"Do it!" The elder of the Ming clan roared fiercely.

Seeing that the two powerful alchemists were swallowed by the fire poison to the point of ashes, the submissive alchemists took action one after another and launched a mad slaughter.

Among the dozens of alchemists, there are a total of six main god-level alchemists, and they are high-level leaders of the six major forces. Not weak.

Facing hundreds of thousands of strong people, the strong people in the realm of the Lord God have an absolute advantage.

The submissive alchemist secretly rejoiced at his decision at the moment, otherwise the end would be like Zuo Shitian and Jing Yan, ashes.

It's not easy to cultivate a body, and they don't want to die.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz!"

A fierce battle broke out. Dozens of alchemists fought against hundreds of thousands of troops. The earth-shattering explosions were endless.

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

Thousands of souls slammed out with a palm, and a strong lord turned into a cloud of blood, and the void shook violently.

"One." Qianhun grinned, and the two of them felt terrified.

"boom!"

"two!"

"boom!"

"Three!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Qian Hun shot mercilessly, showing off the terrifying power of Saint Transformation to the fullest.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen powerful gods were tragically killed by the hands of a thousand souls.

Such terrifying strength and ruthless means have strongly deterred dozens of masters and gods.

"Don't approach him! One-on-one is not his opponent, cast a spell!" Zhu Sha said gloomily and angrily.