Chapter 3457

In just half an hour, the ancient fairyland has been controlled by mysterious forces.

The major forces suffered heavy casualties, families were destroyed, and blood flowed into rivers.

Even Xianyue Pavilion suffered heavy casualties and had to surrender in the end.

As strong as the five major races, under the frantic attacks of many immortal gods and half-step immortal gods, they were ultimately unable to resist.

The five major races suffered heavy casualties, even the patriarchs and elders were hit hard.

In the entire Ancient Immortal Domain, only the Ancient Immortal Palace and the Emperor Zun Immortal Palace were safe.

After Qiansuo failed, he did not attack the Ancient Immortal Temple again.

Today's Ancient Immortal Territory, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, as well as an aura of grief and despair.

The ancient fairyland fell, and the entire ancient fairyland fell under the control of mysterious forces.

A lot of scolding and slandering against Feng Wuchen and Dragon Soul had been set off before, but now they have been covered by grief and despair.

"The ancient immortal world is over, Yanchen Ancient Immortal Venerable, and the patriarchs of the five races are powerless!"

Everyone felt trapped in endless darkness, unable to see a trace of light, and their hearts were occupied by fear.

In the face of absolute power, they can do nothing but suffer rude oppression and bullying.

Suppressing grief makes many cultivators feel more uncomfortable than death.

As time passes by, the major forces that surrender can only be accompanied by grief and anger.

Everyone felt that the ancient fairy world was over.

Countless cultivators who have been tortured, at this moment only hope that Feng Wuchen and the strong dragon soul will take action as soon as possible and save them from water and fire.

But every day passed, and neither Feng Wuchen nor Dragon Soul powerhouse could see half the shadows.

The five major races have already taken action, why didn't the Dragon Soul take action?

Dragon Soul and Venerable Rakshasa seemed to disappear out of thin air.

The major forces are speculating that the dragon soul is very likely to be destroyed.

After all, this mysterious force is too terrifying and possesses absolute power.

No matter how powerful the dragon soul is, it only has a few immortal gods. How can it compete with dozens of immortals and more than a hundred half-step immortals?

The Emperor Venerable Immortal Palace was dead silent.

Grief, anger, hatred, depression and other emotions are all written on their faces, everyone is shaking, they are like runaway dead men.

They are waiting for their soul and spiritual leader!

They are poised and ready to fight back!

All are waiting for an order!

Once the order appears, they will rush to the enemy with the most terrifying and ruthless cold-blooded side.

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Heavenly Immortal Realm, Xianyue Pavilion.

It has become a new base for mysterious forces.

"Brother Qiansuo, how is your injury?" one person asked.

"It's no longer a problem." Qian Suosen said coldly, his eyes narrowed, and a wickedness flashed across his eyes.

In Qiansuo's mind, he could never forget the overbearing sword of the prisoner.

As a powerhouse in the Immortal God Realm, to be defeated by an opponent of the same level with a sword, this is simply a great shame.

"Is there any movement in the dragon soul?" Qiansuo asked.

One person respectfully said: "Not yet, Feng Wuchen and the others have not yet left the customs."

"After so many days, the Ancient Immortal Realm is already under our control, and Feng Wuchen actually still has the heart to retreat and practice, don't you really care about the lives of others?" Qiansuo sneered slightly.

"Brother Qiansuo, in my opinion, you can directly move the dragon soul. They are all in the Emperor's Immortal Palace, a group of shrunken turtles." A man sneered.

"Except for the prisoner, the other four clan chiefs have been arrested, and everything is under our control. It doesn't matter when Feng Wuchen and the others leave the customs. They are dead anyway, so why worry?" Ye Qingyan sneered.

Qiansuo smiled and said: "Qingyan is right, there is really no need to worry, we have time, no matter how Feng Wuchen cultivates, we cannot be God of War unless he can soar, but Lord Ancient God will not give him a chance."

"By the way, immediately send someone to the Ancient Immortal Hall to spread the news. Within three days, the Prisoner Niu Patriarch will exchange his life for the four Patriarchs, or they will be killed!"

The prisoner must die!

If you don't kill the prisoner, the shame cannot be erased.

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In the divine ring, with the help of the ancient spirit of the Qianlingchi water, Feng Wuchen, who was madly cultivating, has become more and more terrifying, and has approached the peak of the fairy god realm.

Breaking through the pinnacle of the Immortal God Realm, you have the qualification to fly to the Pangu Realm.

"It's a pity that the ancient spiritual energy has been exhausted." Feng Wuchen said to himself.

In addition to Feng Wuchen's own cultivation, the Soul of Reincarnation Tower is also absorbing ancient spiritual energy, so it consumes very quickly.

Stretching, Feng Wuchen said: "The cultivation base of the old nightmare was similar to me now, and it should be enough to touch Tianlei."

"Boy, something big has happened outside." A voice came from the Chaos Profound Fire Beast.

"What happened?" Feng Wuchen was taken aback.

The chaotic mysterious fire beast immediately told Feng Wuchen what happened in the ancient fairy world.

After listening, Feng Wuchen was expressionless.

Obviously very angry.

The mysterious forces are too arrogant and arrogant, killing people and losing their minds.

Wind-free dust can never be tolerated.

"Hei Qing is really willing to deal with me." Feng Wuchen said coldly, his dark eyes flashed with murderous aura.

"Boy, you have to be prepared. Their strength is much stronger than that of the Demon Nightmare. There are thirty-seven people in the Immortal God Realm!" A voice came from the Chaos Profound Fire Beast.

"A lot?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, not paying attention at all.

With a thought, he immediately quit the divine ring.

In the Emperor Zun's Immortal Palace, Feng Wuchen could clearly feel the grief, anger, hatred and depression that spread.

Feng Wuchen can also feel the mood of everyone in the Dragon Soul Rakshasa at the moment.

A figure appeared at the door of the main hall.

In an instant, everyone's eyes swept over.

The moment they saw Feng Wuchen, everyone's eyes were wet, and the suppressed emotions poured out like a tide.

That feeling is like returning from hell to heaven in an instant, very happy.

Ecstatic excitement, madness pouring out!

The dawn of victory has come.

The appearance of that man made them all feel extremely at ease, as if omnipotent, any strong enemy or any difficulty would cease to exist in front of that man.

That man is the nightmare of all enemies!

"Honored lord!" Everyone's eyes full of excitement and hope turned to Feng Wuchen.

"I know what happened, brothers have worked hard, and the next thing is left to me." Feng Wuchen said lightly, walking down the stairs step by step.

A simple sentence made Dragon Soul and Rakshasa go crazy.

Feng Wuchen came to the center of the square and slowly closed his eyes.

Many familiar breaths have disappeared.

The grief, anger, hatred, and despair pervading the ancient fairy world can be felt by Feng Wuchen.

"Because of my relationship, the ancient fairy world has been implicated." Feng Wuchen secretly said in his heart, the monstrous anger was burning wildly.

Feng Wuchen slowly flew up, bloody murderous aura, forming a terrifying storm roll that shot straight into the sky.

"Feng Wuchen is here!" Feng Wuchen roared violently, and the furious roar resounded in every corner of the ancient fairyland!