Wentang Temple was surprised. Unexpectedly, after suppressing the giant sword icon, Hu Jing could actually explode another icon. It seemed that the previous giant sword icon had not used all its strength.

But...Bundouji smiled.

Only an idiot would not fight with all his strength in a duel with an expert.

Thirty thousand lives have been suppressed. Even if there are still lives left, how many can there be and how strong can they be?

Die!

Wen Feng turned nine times, and with invincible momentum, he continued to press down on Hu Jing.

A fire talisman, facing the power of Wen Feng, is like a little bird trying to prevent a landslide.

However……

The moment when the fire talisman hit the statue of Wenfeng.

Purify the world!

What is pure world?

Purity is just a term used by holy cultivators. If replaced by demonic cultivators, it actually means annihilation! Sometimes, purification and annihilation are synonymous. One sounds nice, and the other makes people feel frightened.

Silently, Wenfeng was cleansed!

The entire Wenfeng icon disappeared.

It disappeared completely without any sign, just a flash and then disappeared.

All of a sudden, Wentangji seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth. How could this happen!

In a hurry, he shook his hands and played a set of magic tricks, and his fate returned, but... his holy image disappeared!

The magic formula was condensed, but his Wenfeng icon did not appear. Although his fate was withdrawn, Wentang Temple lost his icon forever!

Buzz…

A mouthful of black blood gushed out from Wentangji's mouth again. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much in his heart. Losing the holy statue was like losing his own soul.

It was completely empty. Wentangji looked at Hu Jing again, and the original fierceness in his eyes turned into deep-seated hatred and fear.

Hu Jing's statue of the goddess of dawn is still flying in the sea of ​​clouds, stopping quietly and standing in the clouds.

"Death, I want you to die!"

Buntangji roared angrily.

The Wenfeng cultivators stopped roaring and stared blankly at Hu Jing's holy statue. What kind of holy statue is this?

Human-shaped holy statues are extremely rare in the world. Each one carries the aura of God and is extremely powerful. However, there has never been a holy statue like this that is so outrageous that it can destroy others.

Even in various legends, there is no such icon.

Scared...

The cultivators in Wenfeng retreated one after another.

Wentangji's roar could not stop them.

Wentang Temple soon understood that after losing the icon, he also lost his position as the leader of Wenfeng Peak, the position of the strong and the capable. In the Great Thousand World, no matter which sect it is, its power is the highest.

Protection of identity.

"Want to abandon me? Hahaha, okay, okay, okay, great! Do you think I'm done like this? No! Don't forget, I am still the master of Wenfeng, Wenfeng is me, I am Wenfeng,

The secret method of cultivation, the thousand-year-long scroll, the vastness, the peak of world destruction, appears! appears! appears! appears! appears!”

Buntangji let out the craziest hoarse roar.

Hu Jing just watched quietly, the sea of ​​clouds drifting and the dawn in white clothes, she was afraid that the other party's final power was not strong enough.

Since coming to the Great Thousand Realm, she has tried various ways of practice and is no longer limited. Her Holy Statue of the Dawn Goddess only really showed its power in the Great Thousand Realm, but it is still a little far from the true meaning and needs a stronger opponent!

Hu Jing is worried. The biggest worry is actually not the sects in the Great Thousand Realm, but... Mingren!

Mingren's growth made her, the leader of the church, feel scared. Hu Jing knew that it was not only the church that was stimulated by Wang Meng's response, but perhaps the biggest one was... Mingren!
Chapter completed!