Chapter 3575: This is over

He Wenkong fought Mo Ran twice and knew Mo Ran's strength very well.
Mo Ran is not [August One Chinese Website www.x81zw.me] his opponent at all.
Whether it is the strength of the alchemist, or the combat effectiveness.
All lose to him!
"Didn't the Great Elder Mo Ran win? And you don't have to be very powerful." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly, with a scorn in his words.
"What did you say?" He Wenkong was furious instantly.
Feng Wuchen spread his hands, jokingly said: "I said you are rubbish."
"You!" He asked the air exploded.
Anger was soaring, his face was as hideous as a tiger.
He Wenkong came from a big power, and he believed that he controlled his anger very well.
But I don't know why, Feng Wuchen can always provoke him with a few words.
"Smelly boy! How dare you insult the young master, you are looking for death!" a disciple roared fiercely.
The six disciples exploded with terrible murderous intent at the same time, staring at Feng Wuchen with vicious eyes like poisonous snakes.
As long as He Wenkong gave an order, they would kill Feng Wuchen without hesitation.
"What do you want, you mean, it's okay to waste your own time. It's shameful to waste other people's time, you know?" Feng Wuchen looked lazy and impatient.
He Wenkong's fist clenched tightly.
"You haven't answered this young master's question! What exactly did you do? What's the matter with that power?" He Wenkong asked with the urge to blow Feng Wuchen's head, the killing intent in his eyes was cold. To the extreme.
The terrifying power of the white titled ancient is also trying to restrain it.
He Wenkong had already decided, once he knew how Mo Ran beat him, he immediately punched Blast Wuchen on the head!
Feng Wuchen smiled faintly: "Didn't you say it? I didn't do anything. You are not as good as Elder Mo Ran, but you are not as good as that. What else is there to say?"
"You're looking for death!" He Wenkong was already intolerable and roared fiercely.
However, just when He Wenkong was about to do it, his face was shocked.
He Wenkong's body was shaking violently.
The six disciples are like this, and their pale faces show deep fear.
That mysterious power above the soul power unexpectedly spread from Feng Wuchen's body.
The reason why Mo Ran possesses this mysterious power comes from Feng Wuchen!
He Wenkong is completely sure!
Their soul power was ruthlessly suppressed and restrained by the ancestor of soul power, which shocked them unable to move.
More powerless to resist.
What kind of power is this?
He Wenkong was a white titled ancient gods alchemist, and he was unable to resist.
"This...what kind of power is this? Why can it suppress the soul power?" He Wenkong asked in horror. He felt his soul body was nailed, and he dared not move.
He Wen Kong has been working for so many years and has never seen this kind of power, let alone encountered it.
"You are not qualified to know, nor do you deserve to know." Feng Wuchen's mouth raised slightly.
Disdain!
That's an expression of disdain!
He Wenkong instantly became angry, the dignified Pangu realm alchemist genius was so contemptuous by others.
But why Wenkong dare not let go now!
He Wenkong knew very well that that mysterious force that could restrain his soul power could destroy him in minutes.
Going crazy at this time is undoubtedly looking for death.
After leaving a word, Feng Wuchen soared away.
After the ancestor of soul power disappeared, He Wenkong and the six disciples instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
terrible!
terrible!
I have never encountered such a terrifying mysterious power.
"Young Master, what kind of power is that? Why can we restrain our soul power?" a disciple asked in horror.
"That is not restraint at all, but surrender!" another disciple said in horror.
He Wenkong took a deep breath and tried to calm himself as much as possible, saying: "The young master doesn't know, and he immediately returns to the sky temple. This matter must be reported to the elder."
It is a blessing to be able to survive.
But He Wenkong was very curious about that mysterious power and had to figure it out.
The first time he returned to the Temple of the Sky, He Wenkong went straight to the hall.
He Wenkong told the whole story.
"Suddenly can seven-star Pangu artifacts be refined? Or is it a top-level existence?"
In the main hall, the high-level leaders such as He Tianyun and Great Elder Zhao Changhe were all shocked and incredible.
"Father, great elder, Moran can refine the seven-star Pangu artifact. I can guarantee that it must be that kid secretly messing up, that mysterious power that can restrain the soul, I don't know what it is." He Wenkong said solemnly, eyes His eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.
"Do you restrain your soul power?" The great elder frowned deeply, meditated for a moment, and then shook his head: "Impossible, it should be impossible."
"What is impossible?" Everyone looked at Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe solemnly said: "The power that can restrain soul power, except for the power of Emperor Wushuang, one of the ten emperors, no power can restrain soul power, but Emperor Wushuang has fallen millions of years ago, and it is impossible for him to appear. the power of."
"Great Emperor Wushuang!" Everyone's expressions were shocked.
"Is it him?" Zhao Changhe's old face changed drastically, and his breathing became rapid.
"Elder, who is it?" He Tianyun frowned and asked, seeing Zhao Changhe's horrified expression, his heart was quite worried.
Why ask this question, I'm afraid it offends big shots.
"Young Master, did you just say that you met this person in Gudan Pavilion? Can you still call the shots for Great Elder Mo Ran?" Zhao Changhe asked in a panic.
"Yes, Pavilion Master Mu seems to be very polite to him, and is still standing behind him." He Wenkong replied, and he also felt Feng Wuchen had some background.
"Is it him?" Zhao Changhe's old face turned pale in an instant.
"Elder, what kind of person is it? You say it!" He Yuntian asked anxiously, almost suffocating to death.
"Hall Master, Young Master is very likely to have caused a catastrophe!" Zhao Changhe panicked: "This person is most likely the adult from the Ancient Dan Temple!"
"That lord? You mean the brother of the ancient witch great emperor?" He Tianyun almost collapsed to the ground, his soul frightened.
"Senior brother of the ancient witch great? How is this possible? He is younger than me!" He Wenkong was a little dazed and couldn't believe it.
Zhao Changhe smiled bitterly: "Young Master, you don't know anything. Before you left the customs, the adult who taught in the ancient Dan Temple was a young man. Although the elder had never seen him, he also heard from his friends. Power can restrain the soul power of everyone, including the ancient witch great emperor and others, and the Shen Dan Pavilion has been subdued by him!"
"What?" He Wenkong's face changed drastically, like a bolt from the blue, his scalp was numb.
After curiously asked, He Wenkong knew what terrifying figure he had offended.
Although the strength of the firmament temple is not weak, it also has a transcendent status in the thirty-fifth heaven.
But in front of Shen Dan Pavilion, fart is not.
Not to mention the ancient Dan temple.
Only one person has the mysterious power that can restrain the soul.
"This is over..." He Wenkong has been 100% sure, that person is Feng Wuchen.