And Yan Hao and Murong Yuxuan, who were fighting in the center of the Divine Punishment Land, also felt the energy with the aura of destruction, looking at the thin line of light on the horizon, Yan Hao's face changed from surprise to tremor, and then said with a dull look: "Yue Feng is dead!"

At this time, Yan Hao was in a mess, and there were still a little ice slag left on the flame-like armor, which was injured by Murong Yuxuan's blue-eyed sky fox. The long red hair was even more messy, and his face was covered with sweat, but at this time, Yan Hao didn't care so much, and just said in a daze, Yue Feng was dead.

And although Murong Yuxuan on the side was in a better situation, he was still speechless in surprise by Yan Hao's words, the venerable divine son of the Moon God Temple died like this, how could this be.

"Even if the Moon Feng Divine Son is dead, the battle for this dark and evil fire has not yet come to a conclusion, and the Burning Hao Divine Son, the little woman is going to make a move. ”

Murong Yuxuan said, the purple long whip in his hand flashed a little green, like a poisonous snake swept towards Yan Hao, bringing a burst of anger.

"Okay, this god son won't die as easily as Yue Feng, come on!"

Yan Hao sighed with emotion, then smiled arrogantly, and once again swung his knife and fought with Murong Yuxuan.

A hundred miles away from the Land of Divine Punishment, a dense forest with a radius of thousands of meters here has disappeared for the most part, and a large open space appears in the middle, and a large crater of several hundred meters in the center of the clearing tells the power of the explosion just now. And in the center of the pit, a purple-gold flame burned quietly.

"Childe, childe, childe, childe, are you okay. ”

Suddenly, shouts rang out on the periphery of the dense forest, and they continued to approach the crater hundreds of meters wide. A moment later, black figures appeared on the edge of the pit, looking at the purple-gold flames in the center of the pit with pale faces.

"Brother Blade, Childe won't be ......"

A man dressed in black looked at another man in black who was a little stronger, and said with despair in his eyes.

"No, Childe will be fine, he is our Childe, he will not die. ”

The man in black, who was slightly strong, trembled when he heard this, and then said firmly.

If it was an ordinary Heaven Realm powerhouse, located in the center of such a huge explosion, he would definitely die, but he was different, he was their son, the most demonic genius on the continent, so he would not die.

"Brother Blade, look, it's Childe!"

The words of the companion behind him made the black-clothed man's eyes look at the purple-gold flame in the center of the pit.

The flames slowly parted, revealing an unkempt young man, dressed in black robes and tattered, with traces of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, this black-robed man was actually Mingmo who had disappeared in Chirong City before.

The purple-gold flame slowly disappeared, and Ming Mo slowly stood up, a few days ago he asked the Stygian Blade to come here just to lay down today's game, the previous explosion Ming Mo escaped with the dark and dark fire body, and the defense of the dark and dark fire after the fusion of spiritual power can be called terrifying, but this time it almost drained Ming Mo's spiritual power, and it was worthy of a move that Yue Feng died together, but Ming Mo was also injured a lot.

"Ah Blade, are you all right?" Ming Mo said with concern as he looked at the embarrassed Stygian Blade.

"Childe, we were only slightly injured, it's not a big deal, but you?"

Ming Jian replied indifferently, then looked at Ming Mo and said with a worried face.

"I'm fine, we need to get out of here, I believe the deacon of the Moon Temple will come soon, and then we will be in danger. ”

Ming Mo looked at the Stygian Blade and the others and said solemnly.