Chapter 612
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A Divine Transformation Realm expert had the power to destroy the world. They were the peak existences of this continent.
Before a Divine Transformation Realm expert, everyone was an ant.
"Stinking brat, we meet again." A middle-aged man appeared above the Divine Dragon Palace and stared at Feng Wuchen with a sinister gaze.
Feng Wuchen's expression was extremely unsightly. He took out a medicinal pill with great difficulty and consumed it.
This person was the Evil Man Race expert that Feng Wuchen had met in the Blazing Glory Tago Desert.
"Palace Master, how are you?" Han Kun asked worriedly. At this moment, he was extremely frightened.
Even the strongest Rank 6 Alchemist was not enough to deal with a Divine Transformation Realm expert. A Divine Transformation Realm expert could kill a Divine Transformation Realm expert at will.
Feng Wuchen shook his head with great difficulty. "I'm fine …"
As Feng Wuchen spoke, he took out the Immortal Artifact Pavilion medallion, wanting to summon the Immortal Artifact Pavilion expert.
However, the Evil Man Race expert did not give him the chance.
The Evil Man Race expert stretched out his hand and grabbed at the air. A horrifying force immediately trapped Feng Wuchen, and the medallion fell from his hand.
"Palace Master!" Han Kun and Qiu Shuishan's expressions changed drastically.
"Don't come over!" Feng Wuchen roared.
"Let's see what other tricks you can play." The Evil Man Race expert laughed mockingly.
He looked at Tian He with a sinister gaze, scaring Tian He into taking a few steps back. His entire body trembled, and his soul almost left his body.
"If you don't want to die, scram!" the Evil Man Race expert said coldly.
"Gulp …"
Tian He swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror and left without hesitation. He was worried that the Evil Man Race expert would change his mind if he was a second late.
"Stinking brat, you tricked me in the desert. Originally, I should have killed you. However, you are lucky. Our Evil Man Race's Patriarch wants to meet you." The Evil Man Race expert smiled coldly. He bent his hand and sucked Feng Wuchen into the air, wanting to bring Feng Wuchen away.
The moment the Evil Man Race expert spoke, his expression changed. He suddenly turned his head to look at the void.
An extremely horrifying aura pressed down from the void. That surging aura that looked down on the world caused the Evil Man Race expert's expression to turn grave..
"Young Arbiter Ming of the Yin-yang Family!" The Fiend Race expert said with a frown.
In the sky above the Dragon God Temple, a short young man had appeared out of nowhere.
The young man was at most 1.6 meters tall. He was dressed in gorgeous brocade and had a youthful face. He was quite handsome.
Those who did not know his identity would definitely think that he was a child.
However, those who knew him would be scared out of their wits when they saw him. This was because he was Young Master Arbiter of the Yin-yang Family, a terrifying expert in the fifth tier of the Divine Transformation Realm.
"He … his aura is even more terrifying …" Han Kun's entire body trembled. He had never seen such a terrifying expert before.
"Young Arbiter Ming of the Yin-yang Family!" Feng Wuchen glanced at the young man.
Today was definitely the most lively day in the Dragon God Palace. Not only did it attract the experts from the Deity King Divine Palace, but it was also followed by the Fiend Tribe. In the end, even the mysterious Young Master Si Ming of the Yin-yang Family came.
"Third tier of the Divine Transformation Realm? And here I was wondering who it was. So it's the stupidest leader of the Evil Humans, Fu Yang." Shaosi Ming looked at Fu Yang with a calm yet intimidating gaze and spoke slowly with a trace of cold arrogance.
Hearing this, Fu Yang's face was extremely gloomy. Anger surged in his heart, but he did not dare to do anything.
The difference in strength was too great. As a high-ranking member of the Yin-yang Family, Young Master Si Ming's strength was definitely terrifying.
"No matter how stupid I am, I'm still better than a brat like you!" Fu Yang clenched his teeth and shouted with a ferocious expression.
Young Master Si Ming's face turned colder after hearing Fu Yang's words. The coldness made one's heart tremble.
However, Young Master Si Ming did not make a move. She was very patient.
Young Master Si Ming looked at Feng Wuchen coldly and said, "Brat, you must be Feng Wuchen. You've got guts to kill someone from the Yin-yang Family."
"I don't care if you're from the Dragon Clan. If you're willing to hand over the Divine Artifact, I'll spare your life," Young Master Si Ming continued.
"Then kill him first. Otherwise, how can I trust you?" Feng Wuchen replied with difficulty.
"You don't have the right to negotiate with me," Young Master Si Ming said coldly.
"Then you can deal with it yourselves," Feng Wuchen shrugged with difficulty and a cold smile appeared on his pale face.
"Fu Yang, leave him here and you can leave," Young Master Si Ming said coldly with a threatening and commanding tone.
"Don't even think about it!" Fu Yang shouted without hesitation. It was not easy to catch Feng Wuchen. How could he let him go?
"You're courting death!" Young Master Si Ming frowned and shouted coldly. A piercingly cold and monstrous killing intent swept out.
Just the killing intent alone was enough to suffocate people.
"Why would the Demon Clan be afraid of the Yin-yang Family? If you want the Divine Artifact, you'll have to kill me first! "Fu Yang shouted angrily. Although he was stupid, he was never afraid of any strong enemy.
"Heavenly God Lock!" Fu Yang shouted coldly and waved his hand. A black chain immediately bound Feng Wuchen.
"High-grade Immortal Artifact!" Feng Wuchen exclaimed inwardly. As expected of a high-grade Immortal Artifact from the Demon Clan.
"You're really stupid. You know that you're no match for Young Master Si Ming, but you still tied me up. Aren't you giving the Immortal Artifact to her?" Feng Wuchen mocked.
"Shut up!" Fu Yang shouted viciously and waved his hand again. A terrifying force protected Feng Wuchen and brought him back to the square of the Divine Dragon Palace.
Fu Yang's aura suddenly exploded as the terrifying energy of the Third Tier of the Divine Transformation Realm was fully activated.
"Buzz!"
An extremely terrifying energy exploded as a dazzling green light flashed. The space within tens of thousands of feet collapsed in the blink of an eye. The originally clear sky turned dark in the blink of an eye.
The ground within tens of thousands of feet shook.
Even with the protection of the Ninefold Cosmos Pagoda, the majestic Divine Dragon Palace had countless cracks spreading out.
"The palace is finished!" Qiu Shuishan was terrified and couldn't move anymore.
"Hankun! Tell Xiaoxiao to protect the Divine Dragon Palace! "Feng Wuchen shouted.
No matter how sturdy the palace was, it couldn't withstand this terrifying force.
The terrifying energy almost covered the entire Wuji Domain. Countless cultivators were scared out of their wits by this terrifying energy.
"Third Tier of the Divine Transformation Realm!" Chi Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and frowned. "Not good! Master is in danger! "
"The aura of the Demon Clan!" The Protector of the Immortal Artifact Pavilion was shocked.
At the same time, in the Zhang family's palace, Zhang Wuhun and Zhang Yuntian also felt this terrifying force.
"An expert of the Demon Clan! This force is in the Divine Dragon Palace! Dendi and Lan 'er are in danger! "Zhang Wuhun was shocked and immediately rushed to the Divine Dragon Palace.
"Third Tier of the Divine Transformation Realm! The situation is bad! "Grand Elder Zhang Wufeng and the others flashed and disappeared, and all of them had extremely serious expressions.
The terrifying energy of the Third Tier of the Divine Transformation Realm alarmed all the experts in the Wuji Domain.
However, Young Master Si Ming's expression didn't change.
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