The hall was gray and rainy.

The heads stood solemnly, mixed blessings.

In the Jinluan Hall of the Imperial Palace of the Demon Emperor City of the Demon Netherworld Continent, it has become like a human purgatory at this moment, and a strong smell of blood is everywhere.

At the same time, a heavy desolation rose in the hearts of Blade and his men. They couldn't believe their eyes, a half-step demon emperor who had used countless resources and spent countless years had accumulated turned into a rain of blood in an instant, and even the demon soul had not had time to escape.

That's a half-step demon emperor level powerhouse, it can be said that he has reached the top of the pyramid, even if the half-step demon emperor is at the peak to kill, there are no three days and three nights, no tens of thousands of moves, there is no way to do it.

Although they killed hundreds of ninth-order Great Demon Venerable peaks in the palace, and there were no shortage of half-step demon emperors among them, but that was because they used the power of the formation and encirclement, that is to say, it took ten or eight to fight one to do it, besides, those people were not really dead, but only destroyed the physical body, and their demon souls had already fled and hidden.

They deeply knew how difficult it was for that half-step demon emperor to die.

But the kid in front of him who is too young to talk to kill one of them with a single move, as simple as killing a dog, it is completely erased from this world, and there is no scum left.

This combat power, who is not confused!

The pimples on the face of the blade, which had been laughing like a small chrysanthemum, closed again and condensed into pieces of ice chips. He secretly felt that Mu Zifeng was a fierce opponent, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful.

Was the country that was originally at your fingertips just changed hands?

He gritted his teeth, his face flushed, but his head kept moving.

Feng Feifei relieved herself from the shock, and looked at the young man in front of her, who was not tall and majestic, but had a straight back, and a strange feeling suddenly emerged from her heart.

She really wanted to pounce and throw herself into his warm embrace, feeling the warmth of being cared for.

But reason reminded him that this is not the time for children to grow up.

"Here you go!"

As soon as Mu Zifeng's hand stretched out, the crown prince Fengcheng flew up, and when it fell, it was already in his hand.

"Treat your father and the others first!"

Mu Zifeng turned around and pushed Feng Feifei, who was in a daze, and then handed the Feng Cheng into her hands. With another wave of their hands, the two of them landed in front of Emperor Feng Wuyi out of thin air.

At the same time, there were bottles of pills flying in.

That forbidden weapon is indeed very poisonous, if it is not solved as soon as possible, even if Feng Wuyi and the others survive, I am afraid that they will lose their cultivation and become a waste.

"Thank you, little friend!"

Feng Wu didn't ink, reached out to take the pill bottle, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it.

His thirty guards did the same, swallowed the pill, closed their eyes, and began to dissolve the poison on their bodies.

Feng Feifei took on the responsibility of protecting the Dharma with a vigilant face.

As for the crown prince, he had already been sealed by Mu Zifeng, and he couldn't say a word, huddled there like a dog, his body trembling.

In less than ten breaths, the black on their bodies quickly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their upward and downward breath began to stabilize.

A strong fishy smell rose from their bodies, mixed with the bloody gas in the upper hall, making the mixed gas very unpleasant.

But it was only about ten breaths of effort, and although they were still very weak, the poison of the forbidden weapon in them had finally been cleared.

In this process, Mu Zifeng didn't move, and the blade didn't move, and it may be seen that he has developed from a trace of disdain at the beginning to a shock.

"Who are you, how can you get rid of the poison of a forbidden weapon?"

Blade's eyes narrowed, and he spoke viciously.

"For a person who is about to die, there is no need to know Ben Shao's name!" Mu Zifeng rolled his eyelids and said in a drag.

"Originally, I didn't want to use the last hole card, but you succeeded in provoking this seat, since that's the case, then you should die!"

As he spoke, the blade slammed a jade slip in his hand.

A dazzling green light rose into the air.

"Does he have any hole cards?"

Feng Wuyi, who was recovering from cultivation, was not nervous and opened his eyes.

Mu Zifeng, on the other hand, frowned.

The high-ranking monks who accompanied the blade were ecstatic.

"Die, all of you have to die today!"

A cruel smile appeared on the blade's face, and even the pimples on his face showed a hint of chill.

"At least you can't see it!"

Mu Zifeng also felt a tightness in his heart, as if there was a force that made his heart palpitate and was constantly accumulating.

Without hesitation, he raised his hands, and white light flew out of his hands.

The white light formed a large net, covering the blade and his men indiscriminately.

The big net was the sword net he had woven with his sword intent, and each mesh was very fine, the size of a palm.

"Withdraw!"

As soon as he saw the sword light, the blade rose up without hesitation and fled first. And the others are also close behind, eager for their parents to give them two more legs.

These people are all cultivators above the ninth-order Great Demon Venerable, if they want to escape, I'm afraid it won't be much slower than the wind, and the smoke and dust rolled up will also be overwhelming.

But they forgot one thing, that is, in addition to being a Dan Dao Saint Master, Mu Zifeng was also a Formation Divine Master, how could he make such a mentally retarded mistake at such a critical moment.

Therefore, when he entered here through the gate of the palace, a trap had been arranged, which was to prevent these people from escaping, and at the same time to prevent outsiders from entering.

Otherwise, in this imperial city, there are so many subordinates in the blade, how could they not come to the rescue?

It's not that they don't want to save it, but they can't break through the formation set by Mu Zifeng at all.

Therefore, as soon as those monks rose into the air, their bodies seemed to touch a thin film, and no matter how hard they tried, that film could not be broken.

It's too late, but it's only a matter of seconds.

"Ahh

"Oh-"

"Spare your life—"

The screams were endless, and wherever the sword net was covered, whether it was a living high-ranking monk or those dead corpses, they all turned into palm-sized pieces of minced meat, and even the demon souls were not spared.

"Is this what can be done by man?"

Feng Wuyi, who was holding Feng Feifei's hand, also looked confused, "What kind of person is this, how can he be so powerful? If he covets the imperial power, I'm afraid that with the power of all the monks in the world, he can't help him, right?!"

Feng Feifei's eyes lit up, he had never seen such a heroic and martial side as Mu Zifeng, it was no different from the God of War.

A group of palace guards looked at Mu Zifeng's figure with awe, which was a kind of worship for the strong, and even more grateful to their life-saving benefactor.

Mu Zifeng didn't know that he had inadvertently gained so many iron fans, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care, because his spiritual power had been fed back, and the two third-order demon emperors who were fighting in the sky had already been separated.

The old man in the phoenix robe had already escaped with injuries.

"If you want to kill someone, it's better to save it!"

Suddenly, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the sky, and from that whirlpool, a large hand suddenly fell.

The big hands and feet were three thousand zhang in size, and there was a black light on them, and a coercion that belonged to the third-order demon emperor was also overwhelming, as if they were carrying a big mountain on their backs.

Mu Zifeng figured out that it was obviously impossible for the third-order demon emperor to break the trapped array he had arranged, but if this big hand fell, the palace would not be much better.

In other words, except for all of the people in his trapped array, everyone in the palace had to die.

He didn't want to see so many deaths for no reason. Can an empire without a harem still be called an empire?

Thinking of this, he also rose into the air, stretched out his big hand and slapped the three-thousand-zhang palm shadow.

"Boom!"

There seemed to be a burst of thunder in mid-air, and the sound was so loud that although the place where the two palms met was at an altitude of two thousand meters, the cyclone that blew up still turned some buildings into powder, and the monks with low cultivation were directly vaporized, and they were stirred up by the cyclone.

"Whew-"

A roar similar to a large demon beast suddenly came out in mid-air, and the sound wave once again made the ears of the monks outside the formation instantly deaf.

At the same time, the big hand shattered inch by inch and turned into smoke and dust, and at the same time, from the whirlpool, minced flesh and blood rain kept splashing down, and people's heads were wet, and when they reached out and touched it, it turned out to be drops of blood.

"Whoosh-poof!"

After ten breaths, a huge corpse fell from the whirlpool, and it could not be called a head, because the corpse was already in pieces.

I can vaguely see that the corpse belongs to a demon tiger, which is thousands of zhang in size, and the demon tiger only has three claws left, and there is a big hole in the chest, and there is still not much internal organs left, and the huge head of the demon tiger is drooping, and it has obviously been dead for a long time.

"What, one palm to solve a third-order Demon Emperor peak powerhouse?"

"How could such a thing happen?"

"Which great power is this?"

At that moment, everyone was shocked when they looked at the corpse of the demon tiger that fell from the sky.

Feng Wuyi even held down his fluttering heartbeat, "The emperor already highly estimated this young man, but I didn't expect to underestimate him!"

His face turned pale.

Because the trapped array arranged by Mu Zifeng is transparent, the people inside can see the situation outside.

Mu Zifeng shook his head secretly, and sighed softly, although he killed the third-order demon emperor, he let his demon soul escape, I have to say, this is also a pity.

If the Imperial Monk who was injured by the Demon Tiger knew that Mu Zifeng was not satisfied after killing his old opponent, would a mouthful of old blood gush out?