Chapter 2247

"Let's rely on others? It is an honor for your Sun Moon Temple to become an affiliated force of the Spiritual Race."

Su Qishan, who had never spoken, said coldly and proudly.

"Did you forget what I said just now?" Feng Wuchen coldly swept towards Su Qishan with the look of a dead man.

Just one look made Su Qishan's heart tremble.

What kind of horrible look is this?

Su Qishan read the real murderous aura from Feng Wuchen's eyes, at this moment he absolutely believed that Feng Wuchen really wanted him to die!

"Feng Wuchen! Are you really going to be the enemy of my Divine Spirit Race now?" Su Qishan said fiercely, holding back the anger in his heart.

Su Qishan is not afraid of Feng Wuchen, but he is afraid of Shan Tong and the Bloody God of War!

"Is the Divine Spirit Race very strong?" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully, and the Jingshi Foreign Soul Fire moved slightly, and he secretly gave an order to the Nether Ghost.

"You!" Su Qishan's face was hideous, his lungs were about to explode.

"Mo Yufeng, Senior Mu Tianyuan's words have already explained everything. Everyone in the Sun Moon Temple listens. For the sake of Senior Mu Tianyuan's face, I will give you a stick of incense to think about it. If you want to be accused of bullying your teacher and destroying your ancestors, Kill without mercy." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Thank you Lord Feng for your help!" Mu Tianyuan respectfully clasped his fists and saluted.

"Miedi Pagoda Master, Clan Leader Lei, and President Man, thank you for your help. The future of the Sun Moon God Sect will be yours." Mu Tianyuan looked at Miedi and the others and smiled. After bowing deeply, his energy body was exhausted. The illusory figure also disappeared.

"Respectfully send the Patriarch!" Mu Qingyun and others knelt down respectfully.

Mo Yufeng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Feng Wuchen! The Sun and Moon Temple is an affiliated force of the gods! Even if you destroy the Sun and Moon Temple today, once the Holy Realm sends a strong person, your Dragon Temple will surely die! Single pupil will surely die! "

"Don't always use the Holy Realm to oppress me. I hate others to threaten me. All the people who speak and shut up are strong in the Holy Realm. Where are the others?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

"Mo Yufeng, you haven't figured out the situation, do you really think the gods can protect your Sun Moon Temple? If the holy world powerhouses come, it has nothing to do with you, because you can't wait for that day, understand?"

"Consider the time for a stick of incense. After a stick of incense, those who deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors will be killed."

"Including everyone in the Sun Moon Temple!"

Feng Wuchen's words were flat, but with an undeniable domineering arrogance.

The four words "Kill to Kill" are even more light-hearted.

Mo Yufeng was speechless, his old face was blushing red, and he could not wait to swallow Feng Wuchen alive.

"Okay, Feng Wuchen, you don't take my Divine Clan in your eyes. Today, Sun Moon Temple, my Divine Clan has been secured!" Su Qishan suddenly shouted angrily, as if he had already received an order from the Divine Clan.

Su Qishan spoke, and Mo Yufeng felt relieved.

After all, the Divine Spirit Race, the Underworld Race, and the Holy Soul Temple are in the same spirit.

Feng Wuchen's face was flat, without any waves, and he directly ignored Su Qishan.

At the same time, several figures appeared in the sky above the Dragon Temple.

The people who came were Mu Xuanshan, Emperor Ming, Leng Moxie, Qiu Dingfeng, Tongtian.

"The ghost has disappeared for so long, is it really in the Dragon Temple?" Tongtian frowned.

"I can't sense the breath of the ghost, the shadowless ghost of the ghost can completely hide the breath." Emperor Ming shook his head.

Mu Xuanshan also shook his head, indicating that he could not sense the breath, and then said: "The Netherworld Demon Palace disappeared for no reason, and the Netherworld Ghost is still under control. This is probably Shan Tong's method."

"There is no one else except Shan Tong." Leng Moxie affirmed.

"Shan Tong and the Blood War God are not in the Dragon God Temple, and there is no fluctuation in their breath. Go in and search." Mu Xuanshan took the lead and went down, and the others followed.

But what disappointed Mu Xuanshan and the others was that the entire Dragon Temple could not find the ghost.

Is it hidden somewhere else?

But what Mu Xuanshan and the others didn't know was that after the ghost ghost received Feng Wuchen's order, in the darkness, a pair of dark and empty eyes were staring at Mu Xuanshan and them.

The Nether Ghost was indeed in the Dragon Temple, but Mu Xuanshan and the others did not notice it at all.

"Dragon God Temple is dispatched, why don't we take this opportunity to destroy the Dragon God Temple, and take this pagoda away by the way. This is an ancient artifact, and its power is terrifying. Didn't Mu Yanjun die because of this pagoda?" Looking at the Qiankun Tower above the palace, his eyes flashed with greed.

"Humph!" Mu Xuanshan's old face sank, and he snorted fiercely, trying to destroy the Dragon Temple.

"call out!"

"boom!"

But at this moment, a black shadow shot out suddenly, as fast as lightning, and with a bang, it knocked Mu Xuanshan out.

"Nether Ghost!" The Emperor Ming and others were shocked.

"Sure enough, hiding in the Dragon Temple! It seems to be true!" Leng Moxie said coldly, a cold light flashed in his old eyes.

"Nether Ghost, what do you mean?" Mu Xuanshan was furious, but before he could see clearly, the ghost had already flown into the distance.

"Feng Wuchen is dealing with the Sun Moon Temple at the moment. It is very likely that the ghosts will take action. The Sun Moon Temple is an affiliated force of the gods. I hope you will help this seat to repel Feng Wuchen." Tongtian said quickly.

"Chase!" Mu Xuanshan shouted angrily, and several people shot out at the same time.

The time for a stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye.

"The time is up, have you decided?" Feng Wuchen said coldly to the Sun Moon Temple.

No one spoke in the Temple of the Sun and Moon, and Mo Yufeng's eyes stared at Feng Wuchen like a poisonous snake, with a bit of pride.

"Since that's the case, kill it!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, as if he had guessed the result.

"Kill!" Liu Qingyang was the first to roar.

"Kill!" Several powerful forces shouted, murderous and surging.

Thousands of strong men swooped down one after another.

Mo Yufeng gritted his teeth and roared fiercely, "Kill!"

Tens of thousands of people in the Temple of the Sun and Moon roared in unison.

"Feng Wuchen, it's just you people? Not to mention destroying the Temple of the Sun and Moon, you can't even do both." Su Qishan said disdainfully.

Feng Wuchen swept towards Su Qishan coldly and said, "Give me a fight, it doesn't matter if you live or die!"

"I don't care about life or death? This commander wants to see who of you dares to shoot." Su Qishan laughed angrily, and the terrifying power erupted, and he was ready to kill everyone who shot.

"call out!"

A black shadow shot suddenly and charged towards Su Qishan with an overwhelming terrifying aura.

"This breath is... sanctification!" Man Zhentian shook.

"It's a ghost!" Mie Yuan was shocked.

"Lord Nether Ghost?" Su Qishan's expression changed suddenly.

"Snapped!"

"puff!"

The ghostly ghost came in an instant, slapped it with a slap, and with a crisp, terrifying force, Su Qishan spat out a mouthful of blood, his teeth flew out several times, and his face was deformed.

"Clap clap clap!"

The ghost ghost completely carried out Feng Wuchen's order, saying that it was a hit, and the big mouth slapped Su Qishan's face frantically, his entire head was deformed, and he was completely unable to fight back.

"Netherworld ghost! Stop this seat!" A furious roar came from the sky.