In mid-air, after feeling the power of Wu Lingfeng's palm, Feng Wuhen's expression changed drastically.
The power of this palm is already comparable to that of an ordinary first-level emperor-level warrior who can strike with all his strength!
Does this still allow people to live?
A Mo Wangchen can fight across levels and rely on his cultivation at the Saint Realm to defeat the mighty Emperor Realm. This is no big deal.
But why can even the people around him launch such terrifying attacks at the level of the Saint Realm?
"Break it for me!"
Although he was shocked in his heart, Feng Wuhen did not dare to hesitate at all.
From top to bottom, the aura of the first level of the Emperor Realm instantly exploded to its peak.
The general trend is surging, the charm of the law of arrays is flowing around him, and the brilliance is bright.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he used all his strength to press down on the big hand of nothingness above his head that was suppressing it.
Boom!
An earth-shattering explosion echoed loudly and spread throughout a radius of hundreds of miles.
Although Feng Wuhen's palm was powerful, he still underestimated the power of Wu Lingfeng's attack.
After two big hands in the void collided in mid-air, terrifying air waves swept across all directions, but Feng Wuhen's body was blown away by the terrifying aftermath of the collision, coughing up blood.
His hair was messy, he looked extremely embarrassed, his face was extremely gloomy, and he looked at Wu Lingfeng with disbelief in his eyes.
How is it possible?
I can't even catch the opponent's palm?
How could a person at the level of the Saint be able to unleash such a terrifying attack?
"No way?"
"Feng Wuhen actually suffered a loss!"
"What a terrifying palm, it is no less powerful than a full-strength strike from an ordinary first-level emperor-level warrior!"
"Who is following Mo Wangchen? He has not yet entered the imperial realm, but he has such terrifying combat power!"
Everyone around them had surprised expressions on their faces and were dumbfounded.
"Who the hell are you?!"
In mid-air, Feng Wuhen wiped away the blood residue on the corner of his mouth. His face was extremely ugly. Today was really embarrassing.
He was unexpectedly defeated by an inconspicuous figure next to Mo Wangchen. He was the majestic Son of God of Fengleigu and the greatest genius in the world in the Northern Immortal Region. Where should he put his face now?
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you can't seem to even catch my palm, but you're like a fly, just keep squawking here."
Wu Lingfeng did not answer Feng Wuhen's words. He looked at the other party with a calm expression and spoke calmly.
"you!"
Hearing his words, Feng Wuhen's face became even more ugly, and he was so angry that he even had the intention of killing someone.
"You pretend to be the Son of God, and you are arrogant here. However, now, you have ended up in such an embarrassing end. I don't know how you still have the dignity to stay here."
"If I were you, I would have turned around and left directly."
Mo Wangchen took a step forward and stood side by side with Wu Lingfeng. Looking at Feng Wuhen in mid-air, a sneer and disdain appeared on his face.
Everyone around them remained silent, no one spoke, looking at the scene in front of them, not knowing what to say.
Just as Mo Wangchen said, Feng Wuhen was really embarrassed today.
First, he tried to make things difficult for him, but to no avail, and then he attacked the man next to him, saying that others were not qualified to gather with the sons of gods under the Baihua Waterfall.
But now, Wu Lingfeng slapped him into a state of disarray. It was a slap in the face.
"Don't Wangchen, don't be too arrogant. The sky is high and the road is far. We still have a long way to go. Sooner or later, I will kill you with my own hands to strengthen my Taoist heart!"
Finally, Feng Wuhen took a deep breath and continued to stay here without any shame. After saying these words, he jumped up, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the Baiyuan Garden in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't until Feng Wuhen left completely that everyone present came to their senses.
When his eyes fell on Feng Wuhen again, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
Obviously, this is also a monster, a genius who can defeat the powerful emperors at the level of the Saint Realm. Looking at the current Northern Immortal Realm, I am afraid that there are not many people like him.
In the sky, Xia Jiujian looked at each other with Ye Fan, the god son of Wuliang Sect, and others, with a brilliant expression in their eyes.
"I wonder what this friend's name is. Like Brother Mo, he comes from the Taoist Immortal Sect?"
In the end, Xia Jiujian took the lead to stand up, and Chao Mo Wangchen smiled and spoke.
"His name is Wu Lingfeng, you should all have heard of him." Mo Wangchen smiled lightly.
"Is he Wu Lingfeng?"
"That person who joined the Taoist Immortal Sect and the lineage of the Holy Lord, I heard that he has some sort of true dragon body!"
Many people around were suddenly surprised. It was obvious that they had indeed heard something about Wu Lingfeng.
"It turns out that this is the True Dragon Body Martial Brother, whom I have admired for a long time!" Xia Jiujian's face was also slightly surprised.
In modern times, all kinds of monsters are everywhere, and many special physiques exist side by side. Wu Lingfeng wears a true dragon body. Although he has never met him, he also knows that he can use this so-called true dragon body to join the Taoist Immortal Sect.
The lineage of the Holy Lord.
It can be seen that this kind of physique is by no means ordinary!
Seeing the polite look on Xia Jiujian's face, Wu Lingfeng couldn't help but brush his face. He slightly raised his hand as a greeting.
Finally, under the leadership of Xia Jiujian, Wu Lingfeng, Mo Wangchen, and Zheng Chengming headed towards the Baihua Waterfall behind Baiyuan Garden.
As for Zheng Chengming's younger brother Zheng Chengtao, he was not qualified to go.
Although he also has the cultivation level of the first level of the Emperor Realm, in real terms, his strength is much worse than Feng Wuhen.
"I've heard of Brother Mo's name a long time ago. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved and his style was outstanding!"
On the way to Baihua Waterfall, Ye Fan, the divine son of Wuliang Sect, talked to Mo Wangchen very politely.
"Brother Ye is joking. Compared with you people, I'm still far behind."
Mo Wangchen responded politely, it is rumored that this person has practiced the Wuliang Immortal Sutra, which is the ancient Immortal Sutra inheritance left by the Wuliang Sect from ancient times. I am afraid it will not be much weaker than his own Mingyu Taiqing Gong.
In addition, this person's cultivation level has reached at least the third level of the Emperor Realm, which gives Mo Wangchen an unfathomable feeling. His combat power may even be comparable to Ye Wudao!
In addition to Ye Fan, the son of the Chen family, Xia Jiujian, was also walking and talking with Mo Wangchen. The latter had become famous recently and was now well-known in the Northern Immortal Territory. They were very curious about Mo Wangchen.
Although the Baiyuan Garden is large, it only took a short time to travel in the air before arriving at the Baihua Waterfall.
Looking around, there is an extremely high cliff ahead. A thousand-foot waterfall is like a celestial river, rolling down. The waterfall slaps on the rocks below, emitting a mighty sound, like the momentum of thousands of horses galloping, which makes people feel excited.