Chapter 1527: Candlelight

"Fuck your shit! My father is in retreat! Not a tortoise!"
Zhuge Mingjun roared like a furious little lion.
"I said he is a tortoise with a shrunken head, what can you do?" Feng Wuchen said with disdain, and the dragon sword in his hand slashed to Zhuge Wuji without mercy.
The Dragon God Sword is the strongest sword in Feng Wuchen. The fall of this sword definitely makes Zhuge Wuji split in half.
Feng Wuchen is in a state of extreme anger, and Feng Wuchen at this moment is completely dominated by anger.
"No!" Zhuge Mingjun yelled in panic.
"Feng Ying stop!" The three major law protectors and Shangguan Tiandou shouted in panic.
The severely injured strong men in the Tianzun Temple, their hearts were raised in their throats, and their bodies trembled.
Zhuge Wuji is in the realm of quasi-tianzun. Once killed, the temple of Tianzun will lose a super power.
"Kill!" Feng Wuchen roared, and the Dragon God Sword cut down mercilessly.
"Divine power bodyguard!" The seriously injured Zhuge Wuji urged his divine power forcibly.
In the next second, a scene of retaliatory laughter appeared.
I saw Zhuge Wuji's body surface, condensing an energy shield full of cracks.
Glass is a hundred times harder than it!
"Huh! Zhuge Wuji! Are you sure you're not joking?" Feng Wuchen said with disdain, barely watching.
"Haha! Supernatural body protection? I yeah! What is this all about?"
"This is also called Divine Power Bodyguard? Don't you need to point your face? Any kid can beat you all over!"
"Hahaha..."
Everyone in the Dragon Temple couldn't help laughing.
The energy shield condensed by Zhuge Wuji is simply ridiculous.
It can be broken! It's too scum!
"call out!"
"Ding!"
But at the moment when the Dragon God Sword was cut down, a fierce cyan energy burst with the momentum of thunder, and with a crisp sound, the terrifying force shook the Dragon God Sword away.
"It's him!" Feng Wuchen's face changed drastically, his arms trembled violently, and a tingling pain spread throughout his body.
The person who shoots is extremely terrifying.
The sudden touch made the faces of the people in the Dragon Temple stiff, and there was no sound in an instant.
"Young Master!" Zhuge Wuji was overjoyed.
"boom!"
"puff!"
In the next second, there was an explosion, without warning, Feng Wuchen spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the figure flew out like a cannonball.
"This guy is so much stronger!" Feng Wuchen was secretly shocked. At this moment, he only felt that his internal organs were rolling violently, and his whole body was about to fall apart.
"Little Lord!"
"the host!"
"Leader!"
Everyone in the Dragon God Temple and Dragon God Clan was shocked and couldn't help shouting.
Feng Wuchen is the backbone of the Dragon God Clan and Dragon God Temple, every move affects everyone's heartstrings.
If something happens at this moment, they will be over.
"Candle Dietian! Zhuntianzun!" Long Xingchen frowned, suddenly flashing his face to look at the void.
"He finally made a move!" Long Nitian frowned deeply, a trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Ok... terrible, who is it? Brother Feng didn't even notice it!"
"Is there nothing wrong with the leader? The attack just now was terrifying, I couldn't see it!"
"What a terrible breath! Is there such a terrifying powerhouse in the Tianzun Temple?"
Everyone in the Dragon Temple was full of panic, trembling and sweating.
"Long Qing, who the is it? Why are you all becoming so jealous?" Beidou Yan asked with a trembling voice, seeming to feel a terrifying invisible aura.
"Young Master's old opponent, Young Master of Tianzun Temple, Zhuantian." Long Qing said solemnly.
"From the fleeting breath just now, his cultivation is above me!" Long Nitian solemnly said, staring at the void unblinkingly.
"Zhun Tianzun!" Liu Qingyang and the others exclaimed in unison, took a deep breath, and completely stunned the spot.
Such a terrifying cultivation base, the young master, if he burst out with all his strength, it would be even better than Zhuge Wuji!
How could the young master of Tianzun Temple be a general?
Zhu Mie Tian is the top genius of the heavens, who is as famous as Long Zun, no one can match.
Just aiming at this point, you can guess how awesome Zhu Miantian is, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhu Miantian is the devil of the world.
Above the void, a figure appeared silently, without any turbulence in the airflow in the space.
The man here is a young man with exquisite features and beautiful eyes. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a beautiful man with a strange and strange!
This person is the young master of the Tianzun Temple, Zhuantian!
All eyes were on Zhu Mietian's body.
An incomparable divine might rolled away with a force of destruction, and the aura was very terrifying, as if condensed into substance, it was breathless.
But a glance can make people feel endless fear.
For a while, the temperature in the space seemed to instantly cool down, and the fierce fighting stopped.
The space was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.
In the large crater in the distant mountains, Feng Wuchen dragged his seriously injured body to float, and as his body lifted into the air, Feng Wuchen's injuries recovered and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The anger suddenly soared!
Feng Wuchen's blood eyes became more frightening, and the rising blood gas almost turned into blood!
Feng Wuchen's state is really strange, no one knows what's going on.
"Elder, your injury is very serious, so rest well." Zhu Mietian spoke in a commanding tone.
Zhuge Wuji did not speak, nor did his expression change. Even the Great Elder of the Tianzun Temple, in front of Zhu Mietian, he could only bow his head.
Zhu Mietian took a step forward, and the unparalleled destruction momentum rolled away, pretending to take off, and the force was extremely high.
"Long Xingchen, how about a fight with this young master?" Zhu Mietian spoke again, like an emperor in control of everything, with contempt and confidence in his words, the kind of arrogance that came from the bones, which made the heart tremble.
Long Xingchen frowned deeply, not to mention that the previous battle with Zhuge Wuji had consumed a lot of divine power. Even in the peak posture, Long Xingchen had no chance of winning against the candle.
"It's so majestic." Before Long Xingchen spoke, Feng Wuchen, who had recovered from his recovery, heard a deep voice.
"Fan Sheng Jue!" Zhu Mietian frowned slightly, his hollow eyes swept towards Feng Wuchen.
"What's the matter with this guy's blood? His aura has become extremely unstable from the beginning, and this weird aura has never been seen before." Zhu Mietian secretly said, the more you look at Feng Wuchen, the more weird he feels. It made him feel a trace of pressure.
"His eyes!" Zhu Mietian's expression was shocked, and he secretly said, "It looks like Long Zun..."
Feng Wuchen floated from a distance, pulling out a long blood, it felt as if the blood all over his body was drifting outward.
At the same time, Feng Wuchen's anger was completely released.
An overbearing aura that can't be described in words soared wildly, and the rising blood qi condensed into blood, completely enveloping Feng Wuchen.
That terrifying breath of the weather, like a devil descending to the world, overlooking the common people, everything is dormant!