"Sister Feifei, what do you want to do with them?"

Mu Zifeng showed his signature smile, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned to a good-looking arc.

"I want them all to die!"

Feng Feifei's apricot eyes widened, and a trace of fierceness flashed on his face.

She was originally a willful and perverse person, and the Blade and others offended him to death, if she didn't kill these people, it would be really difficult to calm the hatred in her heart.

"As you wish. But what is it enough to kill a few of them? Ben Shao still wants to slaughter their people. ”，

Although Mu Zifeng said it lightly, in the ears of Feng Feifei, Feng Wuyi, and those living guards, their hearts were shocked.

"I really can't see that such a person who looks thin and peaceful is a super ruthless person in his bones!

But it's relieved to think about it, wildfires can't be burned, spring breezes blow and grow, weeds must be eradicated, otherwise, I don't know which day it will become a big trouble, and the kindness to the enemy is irresponsible to one's relatives and friends.

Mu Zifeng walked out of the formation that protected Feng Wuyi and Feng Feifei and others, and walked towards the sky step by step, each step gave birth to lotus flowers on the soles of his feet, one by one huge lotus flowers, as if emitting ripples, formed out of thin air under his feet, and then with a long robe of earth gray cloth, a tall figure, and long flowing hair, making his whole person look like an immortal, so that Feng Wuyi and the others involuntarily had an impulse to worship from the bottom of their hearts.

The old man of the Fog Clan, as well as the Blade and the others, obviously felt everything that was happening below, and they all turned their heads and looked at Mu Zifeng in surprise.

"You...... Don't come here, we'...... We're not to be messed with!"

The old man of the Fog Clan opened his mouth and stammered, but the trembling of his hands and his pale face completely exposed the fear in his heart.

Because at this moment, the murderous aura exuded from Mu Zifeng's body was already rich to the substance, he was cold, as if he was cold, and his murderous eyes seemed to be able to destroy the entire universe in an instant.

The cultivation of the peak of the half-step Immortal Emperor emanated from his body, although he knew that he was the peak of the half-step Immortal Emperor, but that kind of momentum and coercion, in the eyes of outsiders, was enough to reach the peak of the ninth-order Great Demon Emperor.

This kind of coercion, even the void is trembling, not to mention the monks in front of them, the three Mist Demon Emperor monks with relatively low cultivation, there is a bad smell out of thin air between their legs, and a yellow liquid flows down their trouser legs into the void, and the layers of wrapped mist seem to be like decorations.

"Really t

Shame on you!"

The old man of the fog clan was also speechless for a while, these twenty people are his descendants, usually one by one, their eyes are above the top, showing a look of seven disagreeing and eight don't care, which Cheng thought that he had dropped the chain here, and he hadn't started to fight, and he was scared to pee his pants, if this matter was passed on, where would the old face of their fog clan go?

"If you can't come, I won't come, isn't that young man very faceless?"

Mu Zifeng put his hands behind his back, his footsteps did not stop, and he walked to the opposite side of the old man and the others step by step, if you look carefully, you will find that the distance of each step is the same, and the ruler has measured it in general.

With this hand alone, the Demon Netherworld Continent can reach his level, I am afraid that it is a rare existence.

This is exactly the effect of his Wind Shadow Step, which is a martial art he acquired earlier, and when used to the limit, he can teleport. In countless battles, he relied on this footwork to avoid life and death crises again and again.

Now this wind stepping step has been practiced by him to the extreme, and the ninth-level footwork has been successfully practiced by him, if it is matched with his own cultivation, it can be said that he can go to heaven and earth, and he can do anything.

After practicing this ninth-level footwork, he found a very interesting problem, that is, after this ninth-level footwork, there is still a half-level, called Wanfa Guizong.

After practicing the mantra, he found that this ten thousand methods returned to the sect, it turned out to be the first nine body methods, combined into a body method, which he is using now, the ripples generated by stepping into the air are not only like a lotus flower step by step, but that ripple can also become a weapon, once the monk steps into that ripple, even if it is the early stage of the first-order demon emperor, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

This martial art is also far beyond the scope of green-level martial arts, and today in order to cause a psychological burden to these fog clan monks, he also used it.

As soon as Mu Zifeng opened his mouth, a terrifying coercion struck the old man, and the old man trembled all over, feeling as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"This friend, we have no grievances in the near future, no enmity in the near future, if a friend can raise his noble hand and let us go, the contents of this storage bag will be a friend's!"

I have to say that the old man of the Wu Clan has lived into a figure like an old fox, and he is extremely smooth in doing things, he reached out and threw a storage bag at Mu Zifeng, and erased the spiritual imprint on it.

"Very good, Ben Shao likes you to know current affairs like this. ”

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling man, Mu Zifeng took the storage bag and didn't even look at it, he was carried into his arms.

"Friend, I also asked my friend to collect the formation and let us go. ”

When the old man saw that Mu Zifeng had collected the storage bag, he couldn't help but show a look of disdain on his face, and his confidence was a lot more sufficient, so he almost opened his mouth to order.

"Did Ben Shao say let you go?"

Mu Zifeng raised his eyebrows, revealing a harmless smile from humans and animals.

"You...... How can you be like this? How can there be a cheeky person like you in the world? How can you be so brazen when you accept other people's things but don't do anything for them?"

The old man didn't have time to speak, and a third-order Demon Emperor mid-stage cultivator who was wrapped in a dense fog revealed a young face, stretched out his hand and pointed at Mu Zifeng and asked loudly.

"Ben Shao is thick-skinned, Ben Shao is brazen?"

He glanced at him with disdain, "Who are you? Don't you count it in your own hearts? As far as this world is concerned, you are a group of invaders, a group of executioners who kill people without blinking, you burn, kill, plunder, and lose all your conscience, where did all this in your hands come from? You have not scavenged from this world! You have given these things to Ben Shao, but they are just returning them to their original owners, and you think that this will save your lives? Dream about it! For the invaders, the above is only one word for you- Die!"

Mu Zifeng's words were also sonorous and powerful, and the words were correct and round.

When all the monks of the Demon Emperor City heard this, they were all excited and rejoicing.

But when those fog monks heard this, they were as if they had been poked in their lungs, their faces turned pale and angry.

But Mu Zifeng didn't pause after saying this, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it at the neck of the flute.

"Humph!

The young young monk snorted lightly, with a look of contempt on his face, for the mist cultivated by their fog clan monks, I have one hundred and twenty confidence in my heart, no one in this world can break the defense of this mist, can this kid in front of him?

As soon as he shrunk, his whole body disappeared in the mist.

Before he could stop moving, a big hand came to him, and the next moment, he opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he had come to the young demon clan, he wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found that his neck was choked to death, and he couldn't say a word.

He looked down at his body, like a big turnip, plucked out of the mist, and the mist that had lost his body was like an empty shell, or a silkworm. Immediately dispersed with the wind, as if it had never been here.

"Didn't the clan say that the mist was invincible in the world? Didn't it say that no one could break through the mist? Didn't it say that the weapon's defense was much heavier than steel?

This young young monk with a fluted head rolled his eyes, but there were always ten thousand alpacas rolling in his heart, and he was about to start doubting life.

All this is a long story, but it can happen less than half a stick of incense, from Mu Zifeng climbing into the air step by step, to talking to the old man to accept the storage bag, to capturing this young light monk with a flute head, once again refreshing the worldview of all the fog monks.

If it was a fluke that Mu Zifeng had destroyed those five Fog Clan cultivators before, then this time, it was by no means just a fluke that could be explained.

Everyone clearly saw that Mu Zifeng's big hand grabbed the man's neck at once, "Could it be that this is the manifestation of the omnipotent mist boasted by the people of the clan, why is it so vulnerable?"

They felt that their hearts were sinking for a while, and they were about to sink to the bottom, "This kid can ignore the obstruction of the mist, so killing them is not as simple as killing chickens and dogs?

Mu Zifeng didn't pay attention to the performance of these people, with the wrapping and blessing of the cloud demon's cold flame, that little bit of fog was a fart, it was no different from having it or not.

What he is mainly doing now is to copy the soul of a kid in his hand and get the place where the headquarters of the Fog Clan is located, these people dare to secretly invade this Demon Netherworld Continent, and they must be prepared for the annihilation of the advance force just like the Ghost Clan.

I have to say that the defensive consciousness of this fog clan is not a little worse than that of the demon soul clan who can alchemy, there is no prohibition on their souls, and all the memories are placed there, which is cheap Mu Zifeng, and after two breaths of effort, all the memories of this kid were copied by him.

As soon as his right hand moved, there was a "click", poor this third-order Demon Emperor mid-stage cultivator, he wanted to pretend to be brave and leave a good impression in front of the old man, but he thought that he would play himself to death in a few minutes.