Chapter 2155: destruction

"You won't have the opportunity to summon some powerful holy world."
Feng Wuchen grinned coldly.
The moment Nether Ghost was controlled again, he was frightened, but fortunately, the panic disappeared instantly.
Because the ghost has been completely controlled and lost consciousness and thought.
He intended to transmit the sound to Luo Tianran right away, but unexpectedly at that moment, he lost consciousness and had no chance to transmit the sound to Luo Tianran.
At this moment, Nether Ghost didn't know how regretful it was.
What if Luo Tian is backing him? What if Luo Tianran can kill Shan Tong?
Others will not give you any chance at all.
In Feng Wuchen's eyes, the ghost is a joke, the ants who can't get on the table.
"Palace Master!" The great elder was shocked.
"The Palace Master is controlled!"
"It's over! The Palace Master is controlled by him!"
"Elder! Summon Lord Saint Realm!"
The Nether Demon Palace was panicked and uneasy, already aware of the possibility of destruction, and the expression of despair appeared in his eyes.
The chief yelled anxiously: "Elder, hurry up and call the Lord of the Holy Realm!"
"Summon?" Feng Wuchen said with disdain: "Do you think he can do it?"
The great elder is also controlled, but the consciousness and thought are still there. As long as Feng Wuchen is willing, the great elder can become the ghost of the moment in minutes.
"Master, kill Feng Wuchen soon!" a master strong shouted.
"Yes! As long as Feng Wuchen is killed, Lord Nether and Great Elder will not be controlled by him!"
"Second Elder, Third Elder, do it! Kill Feng Wuchen!"
The disciples of the Nether Demon Palace panicked to the extreme, if they didn't kill Feng Wuchen, they would definitely die.
"Smelly boy! You better think about it! Now you let the old man and the ghost master, you may still survive!" The elder sullenly said, wishing to swallow the wind and dust.
"Feng Wuchen! Since you know that we are backed by a strong sacred world, you'd better be aware of it, otherwise you would never want to leave the Nether Demon Palace alive!" Wan Qianshan shouted angrily.
"Smelly boy! The old man advises you not to make mistakes. You have to know that Shantong and Miserable Soul are nothing but ants in the eyes of Lord Saint Realm! If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, Lord Nether might be able to spare the rest of the Dragon Temple! "The second elder shouted angrily.
Looking at the faces of these people, Feng Wuchen couldn't help but want to laugh.
Didn't they see that who has the initiative now?
"What kind of Lord of the Holy Realm, what is he?" Feng Wuchen said with disdain: "Also, are you too stupid to be saved? The enchantment set by the ghost, can you go out?"
"Self-defeating? Where is your qualification to say that I am self-defeating? Kneel down and beg for mercy? Are you qualified? In my eyes, you are not worthy!" Feng Wuchen looked disdainful.
Arrogant! Extremely arrogant!
"Also, you shouldn't use people from the Dragon Temple to threaten me, because it is a capital crime!" At the end, Feng Wuchen's face was completely cold.
The people in the Dragon Temple are wind and dustless Ni Lin, no one can touch!
With a wave of his hand, the ghost of the ghost shot suddenly and arrived in a flash.
"What?" The second elder's face changed drastically. He just wanted to say something, but it was too late.
"boom!"
The ghost of the ghost blasted out with a palm, and with a bang, the terrifying power blasted the second elder into powder on the spot, and his soul was scattered.
"Second Elder!" The Nether Demon Palace was extremely frightened, trembling all over, feeling that he had fallen into eighteen layers of hell.
The ghost has been completely controlled by Feng Wuchen, unconscious, without thought, and only obeys Feng Wuchen's orders.
Seeing the second elders disappear in ashes in an instant, everyone in the Nether Demon Palace was frightened, and their guts were torn apart, and they wanted to escape immediately.
"Guru..."
Wan Qianshan and others were panicked to the extreme. Although they were powerful, their strength could not be on the stage at all in front of the Nether Ghost.
"Don't you want to kill me? Come on, I'll give you this opportunity, I'll see who can kill me!" Feng Wuchensen said coldly, his eyes were murderous and breathtaking.
The Nether Ghost was standing on the square, and no one dared to move in the Nether Demon Palace.
That's a strong Saint Hua! The second elder is in the realm of the Seven-Star Great Lord God, and can't stop the ghost of the ghost!
"Feng Wuchen! Do you really want to die with me in the Nether Demon Palace?" The great elder roared fiercely, an angry anger almost erupted from his eyes, murderously soaring.
"I never die? Old thing, you don't blush when you say this? You don't seem to figure out who is qualified to speak today." Feng Wuchen sneered and looked at the elder like an idiot.
Haven't you seen that the ghost has been completely controlled by Feng Wuchen? Don't you know that the ghost of the ghost is a strong Saint? Blind?
"You!" The great elder flushed, unable to refute.
"kill!"
Feng Wuchensen coldly ordered that the ghost under complete control immediately launched an attack.
"call out!"
The ghost of the ghost came in teleportation and appeared in front of the great elder abruptly, scaring the great elder's soul to fly.
"Master Nether! It's..." the elder said in horror.
"boom!"
However, the great elder hadn't finished speaking yet, the ghost of the ghost already slammed up with a palm, and with a bang, the terrifying power caused the great elder to be wiped out on the spot.
The eight-star main has fallen!
"The Great Elder..." The people in the Nether Demon Palace were extremely sad, and their horrified and desperate eyes were resigned to their fate, and they had resisted invisibly.
"Master, this old thing has a strong cultivation base. If you can control it, why don't you keep him?" Long Shenjian asked puzzled.
"With my current cultivation base, it is already very good to be able to control the ghosts. I can't control two people, so as to avoid problems." Feng Wuchen said.
"Three elders! Summon Master of the Holy Realm! Quick! Only Master of the Holy Realm can save us! I don't want to die yet!" Wan Qianshan said in terror, the breath of death made him very scared.
"He doesn't have the qualification to summon yet!" Feng Wuchen sneered ruthlessly.
"Shoo hoo!"
"Boom boom boom!"
At this moment, the ghost of the Nether has begun a merciless massacre. The figure flickers, and the explosion continues, and the strong of the Nether Demon Palace are tragically killed by the ghost one after another.
"Master Nether, don't kill me, don't kill..." Seeing the ghost of Nether coming in an instant, Wan Qianshan was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
"boom!"
The ghost of the ghost did not show mercy, and killed thousands of mountains with one palm.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the master of the Nether Demon Palace and the master gods were all killed.
In the end, the ghost flashed to the sky above the palace, and the terrifying power was condensed in the palm of his hand, directly blasting a palm at the palace below.
The huge and terrifying palm prints smashed down with the might of shattering the universe.
"..." The tens of thousands of disciples in the Nether Demon Palace were all dumbfounded.
"Boom!"
"Buzz!"
A deafening blow fell, the palace was wiped out, tens of thousands of disciples were all turned into powder, the formation space was violently shaken, and the powerful barrier was torn apart.
Even if it is Feng Wuchen, seeing such terrifying power, the scalp can't help but feel numb.
The ghost palace is destroyed!