An extremely terrifying aura swept out from Mo Linger's body. It was earth-shattering and suffocating.
"This aura has reached the eighth tier of the Divine Transformation Realm! It's even more terrifying than my father! "
Feeling this extremely terrifying aura, Leng Hun's heart trembled. He was so frightened that his body could not help but tremble.
"Divine Transformation Realm … Eighth … Eighth tier!" Kun Yun's face was also full of fear. He swallowed hard. Such a terrifying pressure shook him until he felt a sharp pain of being torn apart.
"Brother Feng, be careful!" Ling Xiaoxiao shouted in panic.
Such a terrifying expert. Perhaps even Ling Xiaoxiao's barrier could not withstand his power.
This mysterious old man's strength was above the previous two. He must be a high-level demon, perhaps an elder.
The terrifying aura locked onto Feng Wuchen. With such destructive power, once the old man attacked, Feng Wuchen would die without a doubt.
Mo Linger waved her hand, and an invisible and extremely terrifying power instantly sealed Feng Wuchen, making Feng Wuchen unable to move.
"Temple Master!"
"Brother Feng!"
"Brother Feng!"
Everyone in the Dragon Temple was shocked and anxious. They all wanted to rush up.
"Don't go to your death!" Tian Xianzi immediately stopped them.
With their strength, not only could they not save Feng Wuchen, but they would also die.
"Xiaoxiao, the energy set by Kun Yun has been broken. Quickly summon Senior Ao Yuan, or Brother Feng will die!" Liu Qingyang looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and said anxiously.
Hearing this, Ling Xiaoxiao forcibly activated her bloodline power. But at this moment, because her injuries were too serious, her bloodline power had not recovered. She could not summon at all.
For a time, the Dragon Temple was completely desperate.
Ling Xiaoxiao could not summon experts. The Zhang Family and the Fairy Artifact Pavilion's vitality was greatly damaged and could not support at all. Now, a terrifying demon expert had come.
Mo Linger waved her hand again, and the trapped Feng Wuchen immediately flew over.
"Kid, I will give you one more chance. You are …" Mo Ling 'er opened her mouth again, but before she could finish, Feng Wuchen interrupted her.
Feng Wuchen gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Kill me if you dare!"
"Courting death!" Leng Hun gloated inwardly.
Feng Wuchen's black flame was truly terrifying, and Leng Hun was extremely wary of it. Now that he could borrow the hands of the Devil Race's experts to kill Feng Wuchen, he was actually quite happy.
"You overestimate yourself!" Mo Ling 'er said coldly. She suddenly increased the strength of her wrist, wanting to crush Feng Wuchen on the spot.
Just as Mo Ling Er was about to kill him, she suddenly frowned. She glanced to her left as if she had noticed something.
"Since you're here, why don't you show yourself? Why are you sneaking around? "The old man's cold voice came out of Mo Ling 'er's mouth.
"Cough cough!"
A light cough suddenly came from the void. Immediately, a middle-aged man in a white robe silently appeared in the sky above the Dragon Temple.
This person was a stranger. The people of the Dragon Temple had never seen him before, but they were certain that this person's cultivation was extremely terrifying.
Even the old man in Mo Ling 'er's body almost didn't notice this person's existence. This showed how powerful this person's cultivation was.
Kun Yun and Leng Hun had obviously never seen this person either. Their eyes were full of fear and doubt.
"It's him?" Feng Wuchen, who was trapped by a terrifying force, looked extremely surprised. Obviously, he recognized this person.
"Am I sneaking around?" The person muttered with a puzzled face. Then he looked at Mo Ling 'er and said, "Hey, old thing, how can you say that? It's better than you hiding in a little girl's body, right? Shameless! "
"How dare you! How dare you insult me! "The moment he heard this, the Devil Race expert flew into a rage.
"What? Did I say something wrong? When did I insult you? You old thing, do you still want to fight me? "The middle-aged man shouted angrily, not afraid of the Devil Race expert at all.
One had to know that the Devil Race expert in Mo Ling 'er's body was in the eighth tier of the Divine Transformation Realm!
Looking at the middle-aged man who was not afraid at all, the people of the Dragon Temple, Leng Hun, and Kun Yun were all stunned.
Did this middle-aged man want to die, or did he have strength that was not inferior to the Devil Race expert? How dare he be so arrogant?
"You're courting death!" Mo Ling 'er shouted angrily. The terrifying power of the eighth tier of the Divine Transformation Realm instantly erupted, and she blasted out a palm across the air.
Whoosh!
Buzz! Buzz!
A huge black palm print of tens of thousands of feet broke through the air and rushed toward the middle-aged man with a destructive momentum. The terrifying power shook the entire Wuji Domain, and the void collapsed in the blink of an eye.
The terrifying energy swept through the entire Wuji Domain. All the forces and countless cultivators were scared out of their wits.
The Zhang family and the Immortal Artifact Pavilion were alarmed, but the high-ranking members were greatly injured and were in seclusion to heal. The other experts did not dare to make a decision at all.
"Hiss …"
With a wave of his hand, there was such a terrifying energy palm print. The people of the Dragon Temple were so frightened that they gasped and trembled. They felt that they could not stand steadily.
Whoosh!
The moment the Devil Race expert attacked, the middle-aged man's voice disappeared in an instant. It was extremely strange and impossible to capture.
"Rumble!"
Buzz! Buzz!
The terrifying palm print blasted into the void in the distance. A deafening explosion resounded throughout the Wuji Domain. Extremely destructive energy ripples swept out wildly, covering tens of thousands of feet of the void. The mountains and rivers within a radius of tens of thousands of feet collapsed and tore apart. The destructive power was extremely terrifying.
Such destructive energy could kill countless Divine Transformation Realm experts in an instant.
Unfortunately, such a terrifying palm print could not hit the middle-aged man.
It was also at that moment that the Devil Race expert's expression changed drastically. He found that Feng Wuchen was no longer under his control.
Feng Wuchen disappeared at that moment!
"Space travel! Are you from the Dragon Race? " Mo Ling 'er looked at the middle-aged man not far away in shock. In that instant, she guessed the man's identity.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned at first, and then asked, "What? Don't you recognize me, old thing? "
"Who the hell are you?" Mo Ling 'er scolded. The old man really could not remember in his mind. Moreover, the man in front of him seemed very unfamiliar.
This person was none other than the old man that Feng Wuchen rescued in the Xuanhuo Cave, the subordinate of the Evil Dragon God, Yan Long!
Yan Long had changed into a clean set of clothes and tied up his long hair. He suddenly looked dozens of years younger and looked like a middle-aged man.
"Of course I'm from the Dragon Race. Didn't you just say so?" Yan Long shrugged with an extremely arrogant and infuriating look.
Mo Ling 'er's face was extremely gloomy as she stared at Yan Long fiercely.
The Devil Race expert was enraged!
"I didn't expect you to come." Feng Wuchen looked at Yan Long. His bloodshot eyes had gradually recovered.
"How can I let you die before I figure it out?" Yan Long smiled and said, "Besides, you saved me, and I saved you once. We're even."
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