He Wenkong had fought with Mo Ran twice, so he was very clear about Mo Ran's strength.
Mo Ran was not his opponent at all.
No matter if it was the alchemist's strength or fighting strength.
Both lost to him!
"Didn't Great Elder Mo Ran win? And you don't seem to be very powerful, "Feng Wuchen said with a faint smile, his words carrying a hint of contempt.
"What did you say?" He Wenkong was instantly enraged.
Feng Wuchen spread out his hands and said with a playful smile, "I said you are trash."
"You!" He Wenkong exploded.
His anger soared to the sky, and his face was as sinister as a fierce tiger.
He Wenkong came from a large faction and believed that he controlled his anger very well.
But for some reason, Feng Wuchen could always infuriate him with a few words.
"Stinking brat! You actually dare to insult Young Master, you are courting death! "A disciple roared fiercely.
The six disciples exploded with terrifying killing intent at the same time. Their gazes were like poisonous snakes as they stared fixedly at Feng Wuchen.
As long as He Wenkong gave the order, they would not hesitate to kill Feng Wuchen.
"What do you want, just say it. Wasting your own time is fine, but wasting other people's time is shameful, do you understand?" Feng Wuchen had a lazy and impatient look.
He Wenkong clenched his fists so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard.
"You still haven't answered this Young Master's question! What did you do? What is going on with that power? " He Wenkong resisted the urge to smash Feng Wuchen's head and asked. The killing intent in his eyes had already reached the extreme.
The terrifying power of the white Titled Ancient God was also restrained with all his might.
He Wenkong had already decided that once he knew how Mo Ran won, he would immediately smash Feng Wuchen's head with a punch!
Feng Wuchen smiled faintly and said, "Didn't I say it already? I didn't do anything. You are inferior to Great Elder Mo Ran, so what else is there to say? "
"You are courting death!" He Wenkong could no longer bear it and roared fiercely.
However, just as He Wenkong was about to attack, his face suddenly shook.
He Wenkong's body was trembling violently.
The six disciples were the same. Their pale faces revealed deep fear.
That mysterious power that was above soul force actually spread out from Feng Wuchen's body.
The reason why Mo Ran possessed this mysterious power was because it came from Feng Wuchen!
He Wenkong was completely sure!
Their soul energy was mercilessly suppressed by the Ancestor of Soul Energy, and it shook them to the point they were unable to move.
He was even more powerless to resist.
What kind of power was this?
He Wenkong was a White Titled Ancient God Realm Alchemist, yet he was unable to resist.
"What … what kind of power is this? Why is it able to suppress soul power? "He Wenkong asked in horror. He felt that his soul had been nailed to the ground, and he didn't dare to move.
He Wenhong had lived for so many years, but he had never seen or encountered such a power before.
"You don't have the right to know, and you don't deserve to know." Feng Wuchen's lips curled up slightly.
Disdain!
It was an expression of disdain!
He Wenkong was instantly enraged. He was a genius alchemist from the Pangu Realm, but he was being looked down upon by others.
But He Wenkong didn't even dare to fart now!
He Wenkong was very clear that the mysterious power that could suppress soul power could destroy him in minutes.
If he were to flip out at this time, he would undoubtedly be courting death.
After saying that, Feng Wuchen ascended and left.
After the Ancestor of Soul Energy disappeared, He Wenkong and the six disciples instantly heaved a sigh of relief.
Terrifying!
Too terrifying!
They had never seen such a terrifying and mysterious power before.
"Young Master, what kind of power was that? Why could it suppress our soul power? "A disciple asked in horror.
"It wasn't suppression at all, it was submission!" Another disciple said in horror.
He Wenkong took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He said, "I don't know either. I'll return to the Firmament Palace immediately and report this to the Great Elder."
It was already fortunate that they were able to survive.
But He Wenkong was very curious about that mysterious power, and he had to figure it out.
As soon as he returned to the Firmament Palace, He Wenkong went straight to the main hall.
He Wenkong told him everything that had happened.
"He can suddenly forge a Seven-star Pangu Weapon? And a top-level existence at that? "
Inside the main hall, Hallmaster He Tianyun, Great Elder Zhao Changhe, and the other higher-ups were all shocked and incredulous.
"Father, Grand Elder, Mo Ran was able to refine a Seven Star Pangu Artifact. I dare guarantee that it was definitely because of that brat. I don't know what that mysterious energy that can restrain Soul Strength is," He Wenkong said in a deep voice. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and fury.
"Can it suppress soul power?" The Great Elder frowned deeply and pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "Impossible. It shouldn't be possible."
"What's impossible?" Everyone looked at Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe said gravely, "Only Emperor Peerless, one of the Ten Great Emperors, can suppress soul power. But Emperor Peerless died millions of years ago. It's impossible for his power to appear."
"Emperor Peerless!" Everyone's expression changed.
"Could it be him?" Zhao Changhe's old face changed drastically, and his breathing quickened.
"Who is it, Great Elder?" He Tianyun frowned and asked. He was quite worried when he saw Zhao Changhe's frightened expression.
This He Wenkong had most likely offended someone important.
"Young Lord, you said that you met this person in the Ancient Pill Pavilion? And that he could help Great Elder Moran? "Zhao Changhe asked in a panic.
"That's right. Pavilion Master Mu seemed to be very polite to him. He even stood behind him." He Wenkong replied. He also felt that Feng Wuchen had some background.
"Is it him?" Zhao Changhe's old face instantly paled.
"Great Elder, who is it? Tell us!" He Yuntian asked anxiously. He was about to suffocate to death.
"Hallmaster, it's very likely that the young lord has caused a disaster!" Zhao Changhe said in a panic. "It's very likely that this person is that great lord from the Ancient Pill Temple!"
"That great lord? You mean the senior brother of Great Emperor Ancient Shaman? "He Tianyun almost collapsed to the ground, his soul scared out of his body.
"Great Emperor Ancient Shaman's senior brother? How is that possible? He's younger than me! "He Wenkong was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe it at all.
Zhao Changhe smiled bitterly and said, "Young Lord, you don't know. Before you came out of seclusion, the great lord who taught at the Ancient Pill Temple was a young man. Although I've never seen him before, I've heard from a good friend that his power can restrain the soul power of everyone, including Great Emperor Ancient Shaman. Moreover, he has already subdued the Divine Pill Pavilion!"
"What?" He Wenkong's face changed drastically. It was as if he had been struck by lightning. His scalp went numb.
Out of curiosity, He Wenkong found out that he had offended a terrifying person.
Although the Firmament Palace was not weak and had a superior position in the 35 Levels of Heaven.
However, in front of the Divine Pill Pavilion, they were nothing.
Not to mention the Ancient Pill Temple.
There was only one person who had a mysterious power that could restrain soul power.
"It's over …" He Wenkong was 100% sure that the person was Feng Wuchen.
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