Chapter 2170



A total of seven people came to the Sun Moon Temple, including Zhou Yan and the burly man, there were nine people.

There are also six powerful gods who are walking with Zhou Yan, a total of fifteen people.

Among the fifteen powerhouses, Zhang Mo's strength is the strongest, the realm of the Six-star God Venerable.

"Hey, stinky boy, your time of death is here! Today you can't fly!" Zhou Yan glared at Feng Wuchen with a fierce smile.

Feng Wuchen slowly opened his eyes and stood up, and glanced briefly at Zhou Yan and the others.

The burly man bowed his head slightly, not daring to look directly at Feng Wuchen. After all, it was he who interceded just now and Feng Wuchen spared Zhou Yan, but now they have brought people to take revenge.

"What? Do you want to bully the less with more?" Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer.

Zhou Yan said with a wicked smile: "What if we bully the less today? Whoever comes can't save you!"

"Is this the way the Sun Moon Temple behaves?" Feng Wuchen mocked.

"Stop talking nonsense, stinky boy, let's die, and today I'll let you know the consequences of offending the Sun Moon Temple!" A four-star God Venerable said coldly.

Zhang Mo said contemptuously, "Wang Yan, the three of you, kill him!"

"Shhhhhh!"

The three God Venerable powerhouses shot out without hesitation, with a speed as fast as lightning and a majestic momentum.

"Hey, stinky boy, accept your fate!"

"If you offend our Sun Moon Temple, no matter who you are, you will die!"

"Come on!"

The three powerful gods completely regarded Feng Wuchen as a soft persimmon, as if they could kill Feng Wuchen with just a single shot.

Seeing the three of them burst into unbridled bursts, Feng Wuchen's mouth evoked a dangerous arc.

"Buzz!"

The power of the One Star God Venerable was urged, and the whole body glowed with golden light, a domineering force spread, and the surrounding void was violently shaken and torn apart.

"One-star God Venerable?" Zhou Yan was suddenly stunned. As a three-star God Venerable, he was slapped wildly by the One-star God Venerable, and a strong sense of insult came to his heart.

"Junior Brother Zhou, are you sure it was him who moved you?" Zhang Mo asked Zhou Yan in surprise, obviously not believing that Feng Wuchen was only in the realm of a star god.

"..." Zhou Yan blushed and was speechless.

"Is this kid's brain kicked by a donkey? How dare the One-star God be so arrogant?"

"Am I right? Is he a one-star god?"

"Senior Brother Zhou is a three-star god, isn't it easy to deal with this kid?"

The disciples of the Sun Moon Temple were stunned, no one could imagine that Zhou Yan was no match for the One Star God Venerable.

Zhou Yan's face was flushed to his neck, and he was angry!

As a three-star God Venerable powerhouse, he was so frightened by the One-star God Venerable that he did not dare to fight back. This is simply a great shame!

"Stinky boy, if you don't smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces, I, Zhou Yan, will not be a human being!" Zhou Yan roared angrily, and only by smashing Feng Wuchen's corpse into ten thousand pieces can he quell his anger and shame.

The three powerful gods who burst out have more disdain and contempt in their eyes.

"Boy, we'll kill you like a dog!" A three-star God Venerable grinned.

Feng Wuchen remained motionless, regardless of the aggressive language of the three.

"What? Don't you dare to move?"

"Stinky boy, if you kneel down and kowtow to Senior Brother Zhou now and beg for mercy, you might be able to live for a while."

"It's too late to regret it now."

The three three-star god emperors continued to ridicule, and they looked as if they were calm and clean.

However, before the three of them were happy, the next second they didn't even know what happened.

When the three of them entered the attack range of Feng Wuchen, Feng Wuchen suddenly burst out, and at the same time fully motivated the chaotic divine power and sacrificed four artifacts.

The terrifying air waves swept wildly, and Feng Wuchen's combat power instantly soared to the realm of Samsung God Venerable.

"What? Three-star God Venerable!" The burly man's face changed greatly.

"I increased two stars in an instant! How is this possible!" Zhou Yan's eyes almost fell.

"Not good! Wang Yan, step back!" Zhang Mo hurriedly shouted, and shot out like lightning at the same time.

But it was too late.

"Shhhhhh!"

"Chucky!"

In an instant, Wang Yan and the three who were arrogantly mocking one second ago, the next second, when the sword light flickered, a stream of blood spurted out from their necks at the same time.

A sword seals the throat.

The three powerful gods were killed by Feng Wuchen in the blink of an eye!

Zhang Mo was stunned, and stared blankly at the three junior brothers who fell down. He couldn't believe that Feng Wuchen could instantly kill the three powerful gods.

"You guys are really stupid to a new height, knowing that Zhou Yan was beaten by me, you dare to be arrogant and arrogant in front of me, you really don't know whether to live or die." Feng Wuchen sneered disdainfully.

Seeing the idiot's gaze towards Zhou Yan, Feng Wuchen sneered: "You are even more stupid, there is no cure!"

"Ancient power! Absolutely can't go wrong! There are artifacts!"

"No! His sword is a holy weapon!"

"How is that possible? He actually has a holy weapon! And ancient power! Who is he?"

The disciples of the Temple of the Sun and the Moon, as well as the six cultivators, were all terrified.

"Stinky boy, how dare you kill my Sun Moon Temple disciple! You're tired of living!" After waking up, Zhang Mo was furious, his face was hideous, and he looked like a cannibal.

"Is the Temple of the Sun and Moon strong? Kill it if you kill it, how about it?" Feng Wuchen sneered slightly.

Eight-star gods can't help Feng Wuchen, let alone Zhang Mo is only six-star gods.

In terms of combat power, Feng Wuchen was indeed no match for Zhang Mo, but in terms of means, Feng Wuchen threw Zhang Mo ten streets.

"Kill him! Grab the holy artifact and divine artifact, as well as his ancient power!" Zhang Mo roared angrily, with blue veins all over his face.

More than a dozen God Venerable powerhouses swarmed up, and a terrifying force burst out, murderous.

"Master, let's go!" Long Shenjian immediately transmitted his voice.

"Come on!" Feng Wuchen sneered, and after the election, he swayed back into the depths.

"Humph! You can't run!" Zhang Mo shouted angrily, and more than a dozen gods hurried to kill him.

"Brother Ning, it's the one who pretended to be Feng Wuchen!" The three of Ning Hunsheng had already arrived at this moment, and Narcissus recognized Feng Wuchen at a glance.

"This kid is really brave, he actually dares to offend the people in the Sun Moon Temple, and he dares to kill people. Can't he really think that he is Lord Feng?" Ning Chen sneered, disdainful of Feng Wuchen.

"Ning Chen, shut up!" Ning Hunsheng scolded in a low voice, "This person is not simple, he has divine artifacts and holy artifacts on his body, the power of this ancient aura is very domineering, he is definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise how dare he kill Sun and Moon Temple disciple? Catch up and take a look."

"call out!"

When everyone was chasing Feng Wuchen, a figure appeared beside the slain disciple.

"This person's movement technique is very good. In an instant, a sword seals his throat, and the wound is just fatal. There is no mistake. This person's control of strength, no, it should be said that the control of the sword has reached the level of transformation, in the field of kendo. , not under me." The man muttered to himself.

This person is none other than Mo Qingshan, the young master of the Sun Moon Temple.