"Fire Yang Divine Core..." Cang Yuan exclaimed, Kun Hong, you have such a powerful light magic weapon.

"Whoosh..." Even though he escaped thousands of miles away, Demon Saint Ancestor Feng Mingkong dodged and stopped in front of Kun Hong.

Almost at the same time, Nether Ancestor Wen Cang Tian also arrived behind Kun Hong.

The two Taoist saints blocked Kun Hong one after another. Kun Hong was doomed.

There are two Taoist saints. Even Kun Hong can't defeat one Taoist saint, let alone two of them now.

"Hand over the Chaos Breathing Soil, I won't kill you..." Feng Mingkong stared at Kun Hong, raised his palm, and imprisoned Kun Hong in one fell swoop.

"Rumble..." In an instant, the space around Kun Hong became as solid as steel, trapping Kun Hong tightly.

Kun Hong said quickly: "Holy Ancestor, I'm lying to you if I ask the sky. I don't have Chaos Breathing Soil at all."

"Hmph, do you have Chaos Breathing Soil? I won't kill you, but I can search for your soul." After Feng Mingkong finished speaking, he pressed Kun Hong's head with his palm.

Kun Hong's face suddenly turned pale. If he was soul-searched by Feng Mingkong, he would be doomed. Even if he didn't die, he would become a fool.

It's more uncomfortable to become a fool than to die.

"Senior...don't...don't be fooled by Asking Heaven..." Kun Hong shouted loudly.

However, Feng Mingkong didn't listen to Kun Hong's excuse at all, and continued to press his palm against Kun Hong's forehead.
Chapter completed!