Dragon God Sovereign

The old voice was very strong and unceremonious.

Is this the world of the strong?

Really the stronger the strength, the harder to speak!

The horrible breath continued to spread from the cracks, as if the cracks were broken by this terrifying breath.

"Shenzhen Realm powerhouse!" Leng Hun was shocked. Even though Leng Hun was the number one genius in the mainland, even if he had seen a God transformation realm powerhouse, he still felt terrified in front of the Huashen realm powerhouse.

"What a terrifying aura! This is...Is this the Transcendent God Realm?" Yi Tianqing paled with horror and trembled all over.

"Really... terrible, legend... the legendary powerhouse!" Liu Qingyang trembled, feeling out of breath.

"Xiaoxiao's background is really terrifying, there are powerhouses in the gods!" Beidouyan stared at the crack with wide horrified eyes.

It is too scary to transform the gods!

Even if it's just the breath, it gives people a sense of suffocation, and scares people to death.

Only Feng Wuchen had a calm expression on those present, but he also looked curiously towards the crack.

For a moment, the space was filled with a strange atmosphere.

After a while, in the dark cracks, an old man in black robe slowly walked out. The old man's beard and hair were white, his face was wrinkled, and the horror was permeating from the old man.

"Holy woman!" The black robe old man walked out, and immediately saluted Ling Xiaoxiao, respectfully greeting.

Meisou looked at the old man, Ling Xiaoxiao's pretty face showed a smile, respectfully said: "This time I'm troubled Senior Aoyuan again."

"The saint is polite!" Ao Yuan smiled respectfully.

"Saint?" Leng Hun frowned and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao solemnly, becoming more and more curious about Ling Xiaoxiao's identity.

"Among the major forces in the mainland, I have never heard of the saint. Who is she? What kind of force is behind?" Leng Hun secretly wondered.

Leng Hun obviously could see that the old man was very respectful to Ling Xiaoxiao, which was enough to show that Ling Xiaoxiao's status was terrifying.

Ling Xiaoxiao is a mysterious saint, Feng Wuchen and they are not surprised, they have known it a long time ago, but the old man's respect, a feeling of slavery.

Servant of the God Realm?

This shocked Feng Wuchen and them.

"I have seen seniors!" Feng Wuchen saluted several people respectfully.

Regardless of whether the old man is Ling Xiaoxiao's servant or not, but at least he is a strong person in the transformation of the gods, Feng Wuchen will naturally respect them.

Aoyuan smiled and nodded, taking another look at Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen was also looking at the old man, and said in his heart: "The four levels of God Transformation Realm, I can't think of it as an 8-Rank Inscription Master. It's not easy. There are not many 8-Rank Inscription Masters in the mainland."

Feng Wuchen can tell at a glance that the old man is an eight-rank inscription master, and he can also see the old man's specific cultivation.

"Xiaoxiao, how heavy is this senior Aoyuan?" Liu Qingyang asked in a low voice, keeping his eyes on the old man.

"I don't know, it should be Quadruple." Ling Xiaoxiao shook his head.

Aoyuan's cultivation base is unpredictable, even if it is filled with a frightening atmosphere, he can't see his specific cultivation base.

"The cultivation base of this old thing is not below the third elder." Leng Hun frowned and said secretly. From the aura alone, Leng Hun determined that Aoyuan's cultivation base was above the third elder of the God King Temple.

"Release!" Ling Xiaoxiao shouted coldly, in the tone of the following command.

Leng Hunsen said coldly: "If you don't hand over my things, you want to let me go? I'm going to fix the power of God's punishment!"

Glancing at Aoyuan, Leng Hun said again: "Don't think that by pulling out a powerhouse from the god-transforming state, you can scare me, isn't the temple of the **** king without the god-transforming state!"

While speaking, Lenghun made a seal with one hand, and then grabbed the void, and the space beside him tore a crack in vain.

"The cold soul can also summon the strong!" Yi Tianqing's face changed slightly.

"The temple of the **** king is the strongest in the mainland, and it is not uncommon for the cold soul to summon the strong." Feng Wuchen said lightly.

In the cracks, a breath of extreme horror was also permeated!

The breath is the same as Aoyuan, it is the breath of the gods!

"This terrifying breath is the same as Senior Aoyuan!" Yi Tianqing said in horror.

"Four levels of God Transformation Realm!" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly. The powerhouse of the God King Temple was much stronger than the God King Temple in the memory of the Evil Dragon God.

In the memory of the evil dragon god, the temple of the **** king was not the first in the mainland at that time.

"Divine King Temple?" Ao Yuan smiled slightly.

Leng Hun sneered proudly: "It seems that the senior knows the temple of the **** king."

Aoyuan nodded and said with a smile: "The God King Temple is powerful, the old man naturally knows."

Leng Hun said coldly and proudly: "I just want to get my things back, for the sake of senior's face, I don't care about other things, if senior insists on intervening, you won't necessarily be able to fight against my God King Temple!"

Lenghun summoned the strong, with confidence, but not afraid of it.

Although it is said that the powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm is terrifying, the God King Temple does not dare to provoke it easily, but for the power of God's punishment, the cold soul can't control so much.

"If you let go now, the old man may not kill you, but it still depends on the meaning of the saint. If the saint wants you to die, you still have to die!" Ao Yuan still smiled, even if the cold soul summons the strong, Ao Yuan There is no change in expression.

Aoyuan is very powerful, even if he knows the power of the God King Temple is terrifying, he is not afraid.

Leng Hun originally thought that moving out of the God King Temple would make Aoyuan a little scrupulous, but Aoyuan didn't even put the God King Temple in his eyes, and even threatened to kill him!

"That depends on your ability!" Leng Hunsen said coldly, with a huge divine king's temple behind him, how could Leng Hun be afraid of transforming the gods?

"Smelly boy, hand over the power of God's punishment! Otherwise I will kill her now!" Leng Hun shouted coldly, glaring at Feng Wuchen.

"Senior Aoyuan, kill him!" Ling Xiaoxiao shouted coldly.

An extremely terrifying aura and pressure swept away in an instant, and the cold soul was trembling all over, his face was pale, and his heart was terrified.

Aoyuan waved his hand, and the space trapping Miao Qingqing was instantly shattered. In the blink of an eye, Miao Qingqing had been rescued.

Just relying on momentum and coercion, the cold soul was too scared to move.

The power of the gods is so terrifying!

"Second Elder! Come out soon!" Lenghun roared anxiously.

Amid the torn cracks, an old voice full of majesty came: "Enemy my God King Temple, can you figure it out clearly?"

When the words fell, an old man in white robe walked out of the crack. This person is the second elder of the God King Temple, and his cultivation has reached the fourth level of the God Realm.

"Second elder, the power of divine punishment was taken away by the kid first, and he must not be let go! The power of divine punishment must be taken back!" Leng Hun shouted angrily.

The second elder first glanced at Aoyuan, and then his eyes swept towards Feng Wuchen and them.

"Who is your excellency?" the second elder looked at Ao Yuan and asked.

"Your cultivation is not weak, but the old man advises you, don't ruin your life for them, it's a pity that this is a god-like cultivation base!" The second elder said strongly.