"You won't have the chance to summon any experts from the Holy World."
Feng Wuchen sneered.
The moment the Nether Ghost was controlled again, he was scared out of his wits. Fortunately, his fear disappeared.
The Nether Ghost was completely under Luo Yunyang's control and had lost his consciousness.
He wanted to send a voice transmission to Luo Tianran, but he lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the Nether Ghost was filled with regret.
So what if he had Luo Tianran's support? So what if Luo Tianran could kill Shan Tong?
Luo Yunyang wouldn't give him a chance.
In Feng Wuchen's eyes, the Nether Ghost was just a joke, an ant that couldn't even be seen in public.
"Palace Master!" The Grand Elder was shocked.
"The Palace Master is being controlled!"
"It's over! The Palace Master is being controlled! "
"Elder! Quickly summon the Holy World! "
Everyone in the Nether Devil Palace was in a state of panic. They were aware of the possibility of destruction, and their eyes were filled with despair.
The Grand Commander shouted anxiously, "Grand Elder, quickly summon the Holy World's Lord!"
"Summon?" Feng Wuchen sneered, "Do you think he can do it?"
The Grand Elder was also being controlled, but his consciousness and thoughts were still intact. As long as Feng Wuchen wanted to, he could turn the Grand Elder into the Nether Ghost.
"Grand Commander, quickly kill Feng Wuchen!" One of the Overgod Realm experts shouted.
"That's right! As long as we kill Feng Wuchen, the Holy World's Lord and Grand Elder won't be controlled! "
"Second Elder, Third Elder, quickly kill him! Kill Feng Wuchen! "
The disciples of the Nether Devil Palace were terrified. If they didn't kill Feng Wuchen, they would die without a doubt.
"Stinking brat! You better think carefully! If you let go of the Old Man and Lord You Hun, you might be able to live! "The Grand Elder was furious. He wanted nothing more than to skin Feng Wuchen alive.
"Feng Wuchen! Since you know that we have the Holy World's experts behind us, you better be sensible. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving the Nether Devil Palace alive! "Wan Qian Shan shouted.
"Stinking brat! Old Man, I advise you not to make a mistake. You have to know that Shan Tong and Mie Hun are nothing but ants in the eyes of the great beings in the Holy World! If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, Lord Netherworld might spare the rest of the Dragon God Temple! "The Second Elder shouted angrily.
Looking at these people's faces, Feng Wuchen couldn't help but want to laugh.
Could it be that they couldn't see who had the initiative now?
"What Lord of the Holy World? Who does he think he is?" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully, "Also, are all of you hopelessly stupid? Can you get out of the enchantment set up by the Nether Ghost? "
"Self-mistake? What right do you have to say that I made a mistake? Kneel and beg for mercy? Are you qualified? In my eyes, you are not worthy! "Feng Wuchen said with disdain.
How arrogant! Extremely arrogant!
"Also, you shouldn't have used the people of the Dragon God Temple to threaten me, because that's a capital offense!" At the end, Feng Wuchen's face turned completely cold.
The people of the Dragon God Temple were Feng Wuchen's reverse scale, no one could touch them!
With a wave of his hand, the Nether Ghost suddenly attacked.
"What?" The Second Elder's face changed, and he wanted to say something, but it was too late.
"Boom!"
The Nether Ghost's palm struck out, and with a loud bang, the Second Elder was turned into dust, and his soul scattered.
"Second Elder!" Everyone in the Nether Devil Palace was terrified, and they trembled uncontrollably, feeling as if they had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell.
The Nether Ghost was completely under Feng Wuchen's control, and he had no consciousness, and he only listened to Feng Wuchen's orders.
Seeing the Second Elder turn into dust, everyone in the Nether Devil Palace was scared out of their wits, and they couldn't wait to escape.
"Gulp …"
Wan Qian Shan and the others were terrified to the extreme. Although they were strong, in front of the Nether Ghost, who was a Saint Transformation Realm expert, their strength was nothing.
"Didn't you want to kill me? Come, I'll give you a chance. I want to see who can kill me! "Feng Wuchen said coldly, and the killing intent in his eyes was terrifying.
The Nether Ghost stood in the square, and no one in the Nether Devil Palace dared to move.
That was a Saint-level expert! The Second Elder was a Seven-star Great Lord, and even he couldn't block a single palm strike from the Nether Ghost!
"Feng Wuchen! Do you really want to fight to the death with the Nether Devil Palace? "The Grand Elder roared, and the anger in his eyes almost erupted, and his killing intent soared to the sky.
"Fight to the death? Old thing, don't you feel embarrassed saying that? You don't seem to understand who has the right to speak today. "Feng Wuchen sneered disdainfully, looking at the Grand Elder as if he was looking at an idiot.
Can't you see that the Nether Ghost is completely under Feng Wuchen's control? Don't you know that the Nether Ghost is a Saint-level expert? Are you blind?
"You!" The Grand Elder's face turned red, and he couldn't refute.
"Kill!"
Feng Wuchen ordered coldly, and the Nether Ghost, who was completely under his control, immediately attacked.
"Whoosh!"
The Nether Ghost teleported and suddenly appeared in front of the Grand Elder, scaring him so much that his soul almost left his body.
"Lord Nether! It's — "The Grand Elder spoke in terror.
"Boom!"
However, before the Grand Elder could finish speaking, the Nether Ghost had already struck him with a palm strike. With a boom, the terrifying power turned the Grand Elder into ashes.
An Eight-star Great Lord had fallen!
"Grand Elder …" The people of the Nether Devil Palace were grief-stricken. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, and they resigned themselves to fate. They had already begun to resist invisibly.
"Master, this old thing's cultivation base is powerful. Since you can control him, why don't you keep him alive?" Long Shenjian asked, puzzled.
"With my current cultivation base, it's already good enough that I can control the Nether Ghost. I can't control two people at the same time to avoid problems," Feng Wuchen transmitted his voice.
"Third Elder! Summon the Lord of the Holy World! Quick! Only the Lord of the Holy World can save us! I don't want to die yet! "Wan Qianshan said fearfully. The aura of death terrified him greatly.
"He's not qualified to summon me!" Feng Wuchen sneered mercilessly.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The Nether Ghost had already begun its merciless massacre. Its figure flashed, and explosions rang out continuously. The Nether Devil Palace experts were killed one after another by the Nether Ghost.
"Lord Nether, don't kill me, don't kill me …" Seeing the Nether Ghost closing in on him, Wan Qianshan was so frightened that he fell to the ground on his butt.
"Boom!"
The Nether Ghost showed no mercy, and killed Wan Qianshan with a palm strike.
In the blink of an eye, the Nether Devil Palace's Great Lords and Great Lords were all killed.
Finally, the Nether Ghost flashed to the top of the palace. Terrifying power gathered in its palm, and it struck down on the palace below.
The huge and terrifying palm strike smashed down with a force that could shatter heaven and earth.
"…" The tens of thousands of Nether Devil Palace disciples were all stunned.
"Rumble!"
"Buzz, buzz!"
With a deafening crash, the palace was reduced to ashes. The tens of thousands of disciples were reduced to dust. The formation space shook violently, and cracks appeared on the powerful barrier.
Even Feng Wuchen could not help but feel his scalp go numb at the sight of such terrifying power.
The Nether Devil Palace was destroyed!
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