Looking at the back of the person who was flying towards Mingfeng, the musician had more doubts in his heart, but when he wanted to take a step and continue to walk towards Mingfeng, he hesitated again in his heart.

"Alas......"

Eventually, the musician shook his head helplessly, but just as he was about to retract his feet, suddenly the night above his head sank again, and the muffled thunder that had been about to be gradually suppressed roared again.

Brilliant Tianwei, if there is a dragon hidden in it.

The musician was startled, looked back again at the direction where the young figure had left, and finally made a decision in his heart.

He wanted to see what it was like to see what these people who had captured the minds of his disciples and were not in the same world as himself were like!

Similarly, at this time, at the foot of Mingfeng Mountain, a mysterious man slowly raised his head to look at the night in the sky, but the night was pitch black.

Not only that, there were several other figures around that figure, but they were all already limp on the ground, only one of them still had his breath left, but his eyes were already bloodshot.

So far, the eyes of the last man showed a despair that he had never felt before, and at this time he held a wooden sword tightly in his hand, but the blade had long been broken.

"Demon~"

I heard a struggling rebuke sounded again, and the words fell, and the yin wind around them accelerated violently, and two scarlet points of light soon appeared in the dark night.

With another cold and terrifying snort, the last man lying on the ground struggling had even smelled the thick smell of blood in the air.

Perhaps desperate to the extreme, a flash of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand holding the wooden sword, and struggled to lift the already broken wooden sword above his head.

"Guiding the Thunder and Correcting the Dharma!"

It was the same scene again, but he was faced with a disdainful sneer in the night, only to feel an invisible wave suddenly attack him in front of him, and a bloodless, extremely pale hand seemed to tear through the dark curtain and appeared in front of him.

Then it snapped into his chest in his dilated pupils.

"What about the demon, what are you, sooner or later it will have to be returned, as long as he doesn't show up for a day, I will stay under this Ming Peak for a day and will not leave until he slaughters his disciples and grandchildren and destroys Fang Mumen!"

The voice was hoarse, low, and cold, and the smell of blood seemed to be heard in that voice;

Facing the shadow in front of him that revealed his true face little by little from the dark night, the last desperate eyes stared at the front, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his raised hand gradually softened, until the wooden sword in his hand finally fell off.

"Hahaha!"

Looking at the man's fading eyes, a wild laugh came from the sunspot again.

Who would have thought that under this Ming Peak, in front of this Fang Mu Dao, which is famous for its attack technique in the world, such a scene would happen.

Those red eyes looked towards Ming Feng again, and the demonic scarlet revealed hatred and coldness!

"You...... Delusional!"

But just as the last man was fading out of life, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength to utter these three words.

But when the words fell, there was still a disdainful cold snort in response, and his body was instantly thrown behind him again by that force.

In the confusion of his eyes, he saw that the hand that had been pale from the darkness had turned completely red, and that it still held a bloody mass in his hand.

Seeing this scene, he knew that he couldn't live anymore, a few days ago, the cultivator of the Sandalwood Palace on Fangmu Road was enlightened by the thunder law, but he didn't expect that it was his turn today, and what he was facing was an existence that he had never seen before!

This world is so big, there are too few people who can really be called demons, but it's a pity that this Mingfeng is majestic, the monks in the Fangmu Road are in retreat, and the master does not appear, otherwise why would the demons be looting!

Just when he was holding the heart of death, but there was unwillingness hidden in his heart, he suddenly felt that the air around him suddenly became warm again, his cloudy eyes gradually became clear, and the muffled thunder in the sky that was about to dissipate suddenly converged again.

He froze, as if he felt a kind of heavenly power gathering, and at the same time he also knew his end, when he returned to the light, his ears and eyes were clear, so at the last moment of his life, he still waited for the moment he was looking forward to, and his face showed a smile!

Fang Mu leads the thunder and leads the Huanghuang Tianwei!

After cultivating for nearly twenty years, from the Linggen boy back then, to the current Fang Mu Great Disciple, he was still a little behind, even if he didn't bear the final blow just now, he didn't believe that he could cast the supreme secret technique of Fang Mu One Vein!

"Hmph! The old immortal thing has finally appeared!"

In the darkness of the night, the demonic being once again let out a contemptuous snort.

If this was in front of others, he might laugh at him, this is Ming Feng, here is under Fang Mu Dao, he is facing the predecessors of Fang Mu Yixi, but since that day the half-step master of the Sandalwood Palace turned into the last thunder with his life, as the disciple of Fang Mu Yixi, no one will think that he is big!

The dark clouds in the sky gathered again, and in the dark night, the Fang Mu senior disciple lying on the ground and the pair of scarlet eyes also looked up at the sky, smelling the muffled thunder, like the thunder god roaring, but it was only a moment.

"Click~"

A thunderbolt startled all beings, and a flash of lightning swept across the sky!

Under Ming Peak, Mu Ziliang's rapidly forward body stopped abruptly again, and he looked up at the sky.

Thunder fell, and even he was stunned suddenly.

Under the power of Huanghuang Tianwei, he was stunned, he had truly seen the art of Fang Mu, and he was afraid that he would never forget it in his life.

How could a person have such a great power to trigger this heavenly thunder, but Fang Mu Yimai did it, as the head of the world's art sects, one of the three major sects, Fang Mu Yimai achieved a feat that shocked the world.

At the same moment, the musician at Ming Feng's feet also raised his head, and when he faced the shocking thunder in the night sky, he took two steps back in a distraction.

As the prince of the royal capital, he is familiar with the subset of scriptures and history, and his chest is like a sea of literature and ink.

But at this moment today, he felt a sense of insignificance that he had never felt before!

Also on the Moon Peak, in the palace, this thunder has attracted the attention of too many people, maybe in the prosperous royal capital, mortals look at it, this is just an ordinary autumn thunder, but those who know Fang Mu know that this represents a door to the world to display, just like the sound of the clock on the Moon Peak.

Under Mochizuki Peak, a black shadow turned his head suddenly, he felt a palpitation, and then turned around and swept in the direction of the thunder sliding across the sky!

"Hahaha......"

Just when Mu Ziliang was at the foot of Mingfeng Mountain, shocked by the brilliant Tianwei again, the arrogant laughter came from his ears again.

Mu Ziliang came back to his senses suddenly, only to feel a gust of wind blowing overhead, with a terrifying fluctuation spreading in an instant, this scene seems familiar!

In the paleness, Mu Ziliang quickly sat down cross-legged, his heart was beating wildly, but his eyes were slowly closed at this time, and the existence whistling above his head did not notice him.

Because in the darkness, his position was too inconspicuous, but after a while, the dark clouds in the air suddenly fluctuated, and Mu Ziliang's brows furrowed, and it was already pitch black in his mind at this moment!

When the darkness in Mu Ziliang's mind gradually faded, he saw two scarlets in the dark clouds, like a demon from hell.

But everything was only fleeting, and when he wanted to see the demon in the black mist again, he only saw a huge black shadow, the shadow of a bat!

"Huh?"

A soft sound suddenly sounded in the night below Ming Peak, and the black shadow that was whistling by suddenly stabilized, and the two scarlets that were originally hidden by the black mist reappeared.

"Another old immortal who dares to spy on the deity!"

The cold snort was more like a touch of thunder, which made Mu Ziliang, who was sitting at the foot of Mingfeng Mountain, open his eyes suddenly, and a mouthful of blood could no longer help but spurt out of his mouth.

But he didn't care about his own injuries, his eyes were already bloodshot, and he shouted two words in a deep voice: "It's you!"

The words fell, in front of him, a black mist had already come madly, Mu Ziliang, who had come to his senses, raised his hands suddenly, pinched a strange hand in front of him, and finally put his middle and index fingers together and slid over his eyes.

When the two fingers covered his eyes, the hideous bloodshot in his eyes instantly faded, and was replaced by a faint touch of purple!

"Boom!"

It was too late, and when Mu Ziliang completed this series of actions at that critical moment, the black mist had already touched his body.

In just a moment, his sleeve robe had cracked, as if it had been torn by a ghost, and at the same time, blood oozed from his body!

"Uh~"

In the midst of this sudden and severe pain, Mu Ziliang finally let out a dull sound, and then the black fog in front of him suddenly began to dissipate at this time.

Because of the heavy blow, Mu Ziliang's whole person began to retreat in embarrassment, but at the same time as the black fog dissipated, another pale hand poked out of the night and leaned towards Mu Ziliang's chest who was retreating.

The terrifying claws grew bigger and bigger in Mu Ziliang's pupils, and when Mu Ziliang was about to retreat in the end, a sudden change occurred again.

"Click!"

At this moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the sky without warning.

The black mist surged, and the hand that had almost reached Mu Ziliang's chest suddenly contracted back, and in the process of contraction, it seemed to turn into black mist again and dissipate!