It didn't take long for the frightening golden light to finally dissipate, and the dust in the sky gradually fell to the ground, and the billowing smoke and dust gradually spread with the wind as soon as it was blown by the wind, revealing the appearance of the Valley of Hundred Flowers at this moment.

Where is the Valley of Flowers in the past today? A huge round pit appeared in the whole valley, and it was difficult to find a single intact plant in the valley, and it became a scorched earth, and even the old Qionglou Yuyu on it has now disappeared, leaving only a little sharp foundation to prove that there were some exquisite buildings built here.

In a messy and barren valley, Mu Feng was half-kneeling on the ground, his whole bandaged right hand was scorched, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

In front of him was a bloody corpse, with almost no intact skin on the corpse, but this corpse that had long been unable to distinguish its appearance was Murong Xian, the enemy that Mu Feng had sworn to kill!

The last sword of the Sanqing Sword style returned to the Great Dao, it seemed that there was only one sword, but in fact, this sword was composed of countless small qi swords, and Murong Xian finally fell in front of Mu Feng after suffering countless attacks from qi swords.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Mu Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood and laughed hideously, finally! It's finally time for this day!

Seeing this, Leng Yue, who was in the distance, hurriedly ran to him, stretched out her hand to help Mu Feng stand up, looked at Mu Feng's pale and weak appearance, shook her head and sighed, "You are too reckless!" ”

"Ahem~~ Just kill her." After Mu Feng coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, he reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was calm and weak, looking at Murong Xian's corpse in front of him and replied.

The sword was really reluctant just now, Mu Feng's body couldn't withstand such a fierce and powerful force at all, and the bones of his whole body were like falling apart and emitting severe pain, if he hadn't insisted on a belief, Mu Feng was afraid that he would have fainted a long time ago, after all, the time between the two times he performed this move was only a few days.

It can be seen from the degree of destruction that this Dazzling Sword destroyed most of the Moon City before, but now this sword has only destroyed this valley, and the difference between the two is not a star and a half.

"It's not good to stay here for a long time, let's find a safe place to rest first!" Leng Yuedai, who was supporting Mu Feng, frowned, and had an ominous premonition in her heart, looking around at the messy valley around her, and whispered.

Mu Feng nodded, but stubbornly broke free of Leng Yue's arm, and staggered to Murong Xian's corpse under Leng Yue's puzzled gaze.

"I said that I would take her head back to pay tribute to the old man Chu Zhen" Mu Feng's physical strength has been seriously overdrawn, and just a few steps have exhausted the last trace of strength for him.

Leng Yue hesitated a little when she heard this, and let out a sigh helplessly, and with a wave of one hand, a cold short sword appeared in her hand, and then she came to Mu Feng's side and handed the sword in her hand to Mu Feng.

"Is that really good?" When Mu Feng took the sharp ice short sword, Leng Yue asked in a low voice with some concern.

"Cruelty is more about promise than promise." After Mu Feng closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, he gritted his teeth and cut off Murong Xian's head with a knife in his hand, and then under Leng Yue's worried gaze, he tore off a black cloth from her body and wrapped her bloody head.

Leng Yue, who was standing on the side, frowned when he saw this chilling picture, and after a while, he let out a meaningful sigh and waved his hand, conjuring up a water snake, Mu Feng tied Murong Xian's head around his waist and sat cross-legged on the water snake, and Leng Yue drove the water dragon out of this beautiful valley in the past, leaving behind a piece of scorched earth and corpses all over the ground.

Soon after the two left, a red-haired young man with a young and handsome face and a middle-aged man in a black robe with white temples appeared next to Murong Xian's headless corpse.

"This guy is really ruthless!" The red-haired young man was none other than the current hall master of the Blood Refining Hall, who claimed to be Xiao Fan's unpredictable strength The middle-aged man standing beside him looked at the mess in front of him, and the corpses of the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Valley could be seen everywhere around, and when he saw Murong Xian's headless corpse, he also shook his head and exclaimed.

"Dead people are the most meaningful, and now he is not enough, far from enough." The corners of Xiao Fan's mouth rose and replied with a sinister smile.

"But these three clear sword styles are really powerful." The middle-aged man nodded, recalling that he had witnessed Mu Feng's Tianwei outside the valley before, and he still felt a little palpitating.

"The Heavenly God Sword Style is naturally not weak, Chu Zhen has established Santai Mountain for so many years, and I am afraid that only Murong is the only one who has comprehended this last sword." Xiao Fan replied with a chuckle.

"So what do we do now?" The middle-aged man nodded, and then looked at the immature young man beside him with a puzzled expression and asked.

"Spread the word about it, so he never goes back." Xiao Fan's eyes converged and said coldly.

"The subordinate will do it, so where is he going now?" The middle-aged man nodded in reply.

"Santaishan, it's time to talk to him." Xiao Fan replied seriously with a strategizing and confident look, and slowly dissipated as soon as the words fell, and the whole person disappeared beside the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye.

Two days later, the Valley of Hundred Flowers, which had long been unrecognizable, at this moment, hundreds of people of all kinds of clothes had accumulated in the valley, men, women and children, Yin Feng had a solemn expression and several disciples of Qingxuanzong stood next to a headless corpse that had begun to decompose, and the indescribable feeling in his heart.

"So far, everyone has seen that the means are so cruel, which is unbearable!" A gray-haired old man said indignantly to everyone in front of him.

"Yin Feng, you are both the top ten of this year's Immortals Association, I heard that you went out on a mission together, is it also one of your tasks to do evil like him?" A graceful middle-aged woman looked at the Yin Feng on the side with a gloomy face and asked in a deep voice.

"yes, what the hell are you doing?"

"No matter what they are doing, but Mu Feng slaughtered innocents, and now he has created such a bloody annihilation, which is intolerable, this is a contempt and provocation for our righteous path immortal sect!"

"Didn't the incompetence of the Heavenly Dao Sect say that they would take him back to the Heavenly Dao Sect? How did he end up here? ”

"Hmph, their relationship is not ordinary, it must be incompetent and deceived by him, which makes him continue to be lawless," a thin middle-aged man said coldly.

The middle-aged man's voice was extremely low and depressed, and he seemed to be full of anger like everyone else, but maybe he didn't dare to argue with the Heavenly Dao Sect, although he didn't believe that the incompetent chief disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect would be deceived by others, and the fool could guess that it must be the incompetent and deliberately let go of Mu Feng, but it was not easy to say clearly, everyone knew what they could only understand, and no one disagreed at the moment, so they nodded their heads in agreement.

In the face of the accusations and indignation of so many immortal sect leaders around him, the expression of Yin Feng standing in the crowd became extremely solemn, and his heart was also mixed.

He already knew the death of Zhuo Zichen and Xia Ruolan, because after returning to the Heavenly Dao Sect because of his inability, the Heavenly Dao Sect immediately told the top management of the Qingxuan Sect, and this matter was also a high secret of the two sects, because once it was spread, it would inevitably cause an uproar on the mainland.

At that time, it will definitely make the mainlanders panic, between the few high-level people of the two major immortal sects of the Heavenly Dao Sect and the Qingxuan Sect who know about it, this matter will be kept absolutely secret, Yin Feng rushed to the Moon Worship and learned about the tragedy in the Moon City, and then rushed all the way to the Heavenly Dao Sect, hoping to see the incompetent Mu Feng as soon as possible to ask him face to face, but he didn't expect to hear the shocking news that Mu Feng slaughtered the Hundred Flowers Valley and took away Murong Xian's head halfway, and when he rushed here, dozens of people from the Immortal Sect had already gathered here.

As soon as Yin Feng came here, he was surrounded by this group of people and talked endlessly, all of them were accusing Mu Feng's behavior, and some people even proposed to find Mu Feng now and correct him.

Recalling the days when he got along with Mu Feng, Yin Feng's heart was quite heavy, but he couldn't say anything in the face of such a bloody fact, and after being silent for a while, he let out a sigh, "This matter is very important, and the younger generation is not easy to say." ”

"Okay, since you don't say it, let's go to the Heavenly Dao Sect."

As soon as Yin Feng finished speaking, he turned around and took a few Qingxuan Sect disciples behind him to prepare to leave, and the indignation of many cultivators came from behind him, I don't know who made such a suggestion, and at the moment it was a hundred responses, and the look of anger made Yin Feng smile bitterly in his eyes.

Ignoring the group, he let out a heavy breath as he walked out of the valley.

"Senior brother, where are we going now?" A Qingxuan Sect disciple standing beside Yin Feng asked with a puzzled expression.

"Santai Mountain!" Yin Feng said these three words solemnly with a solemn face.

"Santai Mountain? Where to do what? Several disciples who followed behind Yin Feng were surprised.

Yinfeng exhaled meaningfully and replied, "He must have gone somewhere!" ”

Mu Feng's matter is unknown to others, Yin Feng is clear, in his opinion, this matter is just Mu Feng in order to avenge Chu Zhen, seeing Murong Xian's head cut off, he knows that Mu Feng must be going to Santai Mountain now, the reason why he didn't tell those immortal sect cultivators who have accumulated in the valley before is because he knows that what he said is useless.

"Mu Feng has now aroused their public indignation, he is openly provoking the entire cultivation world! Senior brother, in my opinion, we still don't want ~~" A disciple looked at Yin Feng with a look of hesitation and embarrassment on his face and said in a low voice.

"If even I refuse to stand on his side now, then there will really be no justice in the world, although Mu Feng has gone a little too far, but it is also understandable. As for these people, they just want to show their faces more on this opportunity, and by the way, they will be sarcastic about our great immortal sects. ”

Yin Feng smiled coldly, but he had another opinion on this, if he had told them the truth before, they would not have changed, on the contrary, if they knew Mu Feng's whereabouts, they would definitely go to Santai Mountain without hesitation to find trouble with Mu Feng, even if Mu Feng's matter was excusable, but Mu Feng's disaster and the hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in Moon City were ironclad facts.

When he thought of these Yin Feng, he was quite anxious in his heart, his first reaction after learning that Mu Feng had caused bloody killings in Moon City was not to believe it, and when he lightly said that after witnessing the tragedy in Moon City today, he still believed in Mu Feng's character, he firmly believed that Mu Feng did not do it on purpose.

After learning that Mu Feng was brought back to the Heavenly Dao Sect by Incompetence, he wanted to rush to the Heavenly Dao Sect as soon as possible, and now that he knew that Mu Feng did not follow the incompetent to the Heavenly Dao Sect, he felt a lot more relaxed, because he knew that once Mu Feng was brought to the Heavenly Dao Sect, countless immortal sects would suppress it by the way in order to set off their sense of existence, and the Heavenly Dao Sect, one of the three major immortal sects, would definitely join forces to urge the Heavenly Dao Sect to deal with it impartially, and then Mu Feng's situation would not be good.

On Santai Mountain, the country breaks through the mountains and rivers in the city and the spring grass and trees are deep, which can best describe Mu Feng's state of mind at this moment.

Looking at the mossy remnant rock wall covered by some dead branches and vines, facing the tall stone steps and dilapidated houses and pavilions, Mu Feng stood on the square and quietly looked at the familiar scenery in front of him, his eyes gradually became ruddy, and Leng Yue was also embarrassed to see the dilapidated appearance of Santai Mountain now.

In the past, the Santai Mountain in its heyday was also glorious for a while under Chu Zhen's control, although it was not as good as the three major immortal sects, but it was much better than some other immortal sects, but now the Santai Mountain is a pity that in addition to these seriously damaged houses and pavilions telling the glory of the past, it is a pity that the faction is withering.

Mu Feng walked up the tall stone steps that had made him miserable, came to the stone hall, looked at the surrounding misty and beautiful scenery and exhaled heavily, and then came to the lonely grave behind the mountain and knelt down in front of Chu Zhen's tomb with a snort, and wiped the dust on the tombstone with his sleeves.

Under Leng Yue's gaze, Mu Feng placed the head of Murong Xian tied around his waist in front of Chu Zhen's tomb together with the black cloth without saying a word, and knocked his head three times.

Looking at Mu Feng, whose eyes were ruddy but didn't say a word from beginning to end, Leng Yue was also full of emotion in her heart, just as she wanted to say something, she suddenly frowned, and suddenly turned around and saw that Yin Feng was hurrying towards here with four Qingxuanzong disciples dozens of meters away.

Seeing this, Leng Yue's vigilant heart was also relieved, and he exhaled a sigh of relief, and Mu Feng, who was kneeling in front of the tombstone, also noticed the abnormality around him, and when he turned sideways and found that it was Yin Feng, he slowly stood up from the ground, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Yin Feng with a calm expression.

"Are you alright?" Yin Feng came to the two of them, and after looking Mu Feng and Leng Yue up and down, he looked at Mu Feng, who looked very haggard and pale at the moment, and asked.

"Why are you here?" Mu Feng shook his head slightly, looked at Yin Feng and asked with a little doubt.

"It seems that what they said is right, making such a big move, Mu Feng, you are in a big trouble, do you know?" Yin Feng didn't answer Mu Feng's words in a hurry, but instead glanced at the tombstone beside him, and found that there was an item wrapped in a black cloth with blood clots on the cloth, and Yin Feng exhaled, "This is Murong Xian's head, right?" ”