Chapter 2112: Life hanging by a thread

Huitian appeared abruptly, Feng Wuchen didn't notice it at all.
"Broken!" Feng Wuchen's face changed suddenly, and he felt a strong aura of danger and an overwhelming force of terror.
"If I hurt a hair, Zuo Shitian will die!" Feng Wuchen shouted angrily, squinting at Huitian behind him.
"Does it have anything to do with me?" Huitian sneered in a low voice, and slammed it up without hesitation. The power was terrifying.
Zuo Shitian's life and death really had nothing to do with Huitian.
But it is related to the Holy Soul Temple!
"Huitian stop!" Mu Xuanshan hurriedly shouted.
The Lord God frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Hearing Mu Xuanshan's loud shout, Huitian instinctively withdrew his palm strength, but couldn't break the attack.
"Master, be careful!" Long Shenjian shouted in panic.
Feng Wuchen's heart was furious, and his mind moved, the amber glass armor, unicorn battle armor and sky swallowing python battle armor were sacrificed instantly, and at the same time, he also urged the dragon god's breath to control the fire poison in Zuo Shitian's body.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Huitian's attack could not be recovered, with a bang, a palm shook the wind and dust and blood was vomited out, and the figure flew out like a cannonball.
Even if you have a super strong body, even if you have three defensive armors, Feng Wuchen cannot bear it.
Feng Wuchen was directly injured by this palm.
Moreover, Huitian instantly withdrew his palm strength, otherwise Feng Wuchen would undoubtedly die with this palm.
"Ah!" At the moment Feng Wuchen was hit in the palm of his hand, Zuo Shitian's screams became more and more violent. The flames burned his body, thick smoke billowed, and the terrifying fire poison energy, even the Jiuxing Great Lord God felt very afraid.
"Huo Po is getting more and more terrifying!" A master god-level alchemist said in horror, his old face very pale.
"Who can stand such a terrible fire poison?" Another master god-level alchemist said in horror, just looking at it as if he was burned by fire poison.
The terrifying fire poison suddenly increased in an instant, and everyone knew that Wind Wuchen was controlling it.
"Great Elder." The experts in the Holy Soul Temple were anxious, but no one dared to approach the terrifying fire and poison power.
"Asshole!" Mu Xuanshan yelled, and the terrifying power of the Nine Star Great Lord God burst out, and he immediately flashed down.
If Zuo Shitian is swallowed by fire poison like this, he will definitely die. Mu Xuanshan must suppress Zuo Shitian's fire poison.
"Hall master, be careful, the fire poison of the great elder is very terrifying." The second elder of the Holy Soul Temple reminded in a panic, cold sweating from fear.
"Damn it, it's better to kill Feng Wuchen with a single palm!" Huitian cursed in his heart.
"Huitian, what are you doing in a daze? Do it!" the Lord God shouted angrily.
"Zhu Sha! If Elder Zuo dies, this seat will never end with you!" Mu Xuanshan yelled at the Lord God.
"Feng Wuchen was seriously injured, so if you don't kill him, do you want him to control the fire poison of other alchemists? Kill him, and Elder Zuo will be fine! Don't be dazzled by anger!" Zhu Sha coldly shouted.
"Holy Soul Hall Master, don't get angry, kill Feng Wuchen, so he can't control the fire poison of Elder Zuo." Yingluo Temple Hall Master Leng Moxie said.
Qiu Dingfeng, the master of the Xuansheng Gate, also agreed: "Holy Soul Hallmaster, if you don't kill the wind and dust, other alchemists will be threatened."
"Humph!" Mu Xuanshan snorted fiercely without saying anything.
Mu Xuanshan knew that alchemists who were not of their power were controlled by Fire Poison, and they certainly didn't take it seriously, and they also knew what the major powers were at ease.
Once angered the major forces, they will not hesitate to join hands to destroy the Holy Soul Temple first.
One less competitor is a good thing for all major forces.
Tens of thousands of meters away, the wind was dust-free, his injuries were extremely serious, and his complexion was as pale as a dead person.
Because the injury was too serious, Yan Shengjue could no longer restore the injury.
Watching the Dragon Temple collapse, Feng Wuchen was extremely furious, but there was nothing he could do. Among the hundreds of thousands of powerful people, any deity could easily kill him in seconds.
The feeling of longing for power was stronger than ever. Feng Wuchen knew that once he was killed, everyone in the Dragon Temple would never survive.
"Master, go!" Shenyan said: "There may be something wrong with Shantong, otherwise it is impossible for him not to show up. It is impossible for you alone to turn things around. Hurry and use the power of time and space to escape."
"Do you think I still have the strength to escape?" Feng Wuchen said weakly, Yan Sheng Jue didn't work, showing how serious Feng Wuchen's injuries were.
Feng Wuchen can still suspend the void, I am afraid it is completely supported by faith, and now he doesn't even have the strength to take the medicine.
"Dragon God Clan kid, accept your fate, Shan Tong will not appear, even if he appears, he can deal with so many powerful masters?" Chaos Blood Demon sneered.
"Chaotic Gorefiend, you disappointed me too much, Mad Leopard must really want to get your blood!" Feng Wuchen said fiercely.
"You must not wait for that day, when you faint, this seat will swallow you!" Chaos Gorefiend sneered.
"The ancient bloodline of the Dragon God tribe has been awakened, which means that the more life and death, the bloodline power will be stimulated. If I can survive, I hope I can fully awaken the ancient bloodline." Feng Wuchen said weakly, and his body has begun to shake. , I don’t know how long it will last.
"Go back to heaven, do it!" The Lord God ordered.
Shan Tong did not show up for a long time, and the Lord God didn't dare to take action easily, worried that he would be seriously injured by a sneak attack by Shan Tong.
Fate back to the sky to take action, in addition to killing the wind and Wuchen, it is nothing more than to induce a single pupil.
"boom!"
Huitian shot out fiercely, with a strong roar, his fists were already condensing terrifying power, and he planned to kill the wind with one punch.
Returning to the sky in a flash, Sen said coldly: "Without Shan Tong to help you, you are just rubbish! Take it to death!"
Faced with Huitian's horrible punch, Feng Wuchen was completely unable to avoid it, but there was no panic in his eyes, but anger and murderousness.
Feng Wuchen's eyes had turned scarlet at this moment, the blood of his whole body was rolling, the surface of his body was rising with blood, as if blood was evaporating, very strange.
"This is?" Huitian didn't know what happened, but the attack never stopped.
"boom!"
Huitian blasted with a punch, with a bang, but the terrifying power did not hit Feng Wuchen, but blasted on a finger.
At that moment, the power that burst out from Huitian disappeared, and there was no movement in the space.
In front of Feng Wuchen, a person appeared out of thin air, and this person caught Huitian's attack with just one finger.
The appearance of this person made the great master and other top powerhouses frowned.
"Thousand Souls!" Hui Tianshen frowned, slowly retracted his fists, and retreated back.
"Sure enough, you still shot, did he mean it?" Feng Wuchen asked weakly.
Thousand Soul spread his hands and smiled: "The breath you feel from me, it seems you already know who it is."